Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2005 12:13:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fender Bender, Part 2, M/M, Beginnings, 2/4

Fender Bender, Part 2
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	After our first meeting, I was eager to see Ken again
and I knew the feeling was mutual. I was also eager to
meet his younger brother Ben, anticipation a session
of hot three-way mutual exploration and discovery. I
didn't have long to wait, for Ken phoned me at the
office and asked if I'd be able to come to his
apartment that Saturday, only a couple of days away.
	When Ken let me in that morning at ten, I saw a
younger version of him sitting on the living room
couch. He introduced us:
	"Ben, this is Jack, the guy who was here a couple of
days ago. Jack, this is Ben, short for Bennet." Ben
stood up to shake hands, and I saw that he was
slightly shorter than Ken's six feet, but had the same
blond hair and blue eyes.
	"Bennet and Kenneth," Ben said. "Our parents wanted
our names to rhyme, I guess."
	"It doesn't matter," I answered. "I'm really glad to
meet you." We sat on the couch, the brothers on either
side of me.
	"Ben was married too," Ken told me. "His wife was
just a control freak, and he got out of there damn
quick." I looked at Ben sympathetically and said:
	"None of us has had good luck with women, I guess."
	"At least we have each other," Ken added. "Now we
have you." Both brothers looked at me intently. I had
a lump in my throat.
	"I'm glad you feel so comfortable with me," I
whispered to Ken. "I like being with you too, both of
you, although I've just met Ben."
	"Then let's get our clothes off. It'll be more
intimate that way," suggested Ken. We quickly stood
and got totally naked, dropping our clothes on the
chair at the side of the room, and sat down again in
the same order.
	"Jack's cock's just like you told me, Ken," said Ben.
"He's got a nice head on it and that big vein down the
side just like we do." Ben reached into my lap and his
fingertip traced the vein running along the right side
of my shaft. His touch gave me a tingle in my prick.
Ken grasped the overhang of my foreskin and pulled it
away from my body.
	"Jack's dick's got a long nipple on his skin, longer
than mine," Ken remarked to his brother. "I know how
you like skin, so why don't you feel it?" Ken removed
his hand and Ben's fingers gently grasped my hood,
pushing it back.
	"His skin's tight, a lot tighter than yours," he said
to his brother. "Does it come back at all?" he asked
me.
	"No, I think his skin's no tighter than mine," Ken
said, answering for me. "It's just that he's got a big
helmet head, and the skin's got to stretch more than
mine does to uncover it. When it gets hard the skin
slides back better. Right now it's just pushing the
head back."
	"My brother's been fascinated by foreskins ever since
he discovered that his had been removed," Ken said to
me.
	"Yeah, my parents let the doctor cut me right when I
was born," Ben said ruefully. As he spoke I looked
down at his tapering prick, noting the thick brown
scar ring behind the small glans. Ben's prick was a
duplicate of his older brother's, except that it had
no foreskin and seemed narrower just behind the head.
I reached down and tweaked his naked glans, and after
a couple of squeezes I felt his prick twitch in
response.
	"Squeezing the head makes my cock-root contract," he
said to me.
	"That's the idea. I'd like to see how it is hard." As
I spoke, I tweaked the head of Ken's penis through his
thick foreskin. My prick was swelling and I wanted the
brothers to be hard too.  It took only seconds for us
all to become fully erect.
	"The head of yours is pink," I said to Ben. "Ken's is
red."
	"Yeah, that's because Ken's tip's always covered by
his skin," he said. "It's more sensitive than mine,
too. You see why I hate being circumcised."
	"Let's get into the hot tub," Ken suggested. "I think
we'll all enjoy that." This seemed like a good idea to
both Ben and me, and we stood to follow Ken into the
hot tub room, adjoining the bedroom. Once we'd settled
ourselves in the bubbling water, Ken spoke to me:
	"The hot water works wonders for us. Ben and I were
outside for breakfast this morning and we got in just
a couple of minutes before you came. Since it's kinda
cold outside, our balls got tight and our cocks
shrank. Now they'll relax." We sat side by side, Ken
on my left and Ben on my right, as we had in the
living room. Our thighs touched, focusing the
intimacy. Our erections had subsided during the walk
to the tub room, but now I felt mine slowly engorging
again.
	"Is your tip as sensitive as Ken's?" Ben asked me. He
was holding my prick in his left hand and working the
index finger of his right hand around the edge of my
foreskin.
	"No, it's not as sensitive," I responded, and then I
felt his fingertip pushing into my foreskin's
orifice."
	"See, that hot water's relaxed your skin," he said as
he pushed his finger deeper, probing for my slit. "I
can feel your tip's nice and hard now, and your slit's
spread. Ken told me the lips of your slit get round,
almost like a teardrop when you get hard."
	"Like it when I touch you here?" I asked Ben as I ran
my finger around the groove behind his head. I knew
the skin between the brown scar and the rim was very
sensitive on most cut guys.
	"Oh, yeah, it's really hot there." I continued to
stimulate him while I reached to cup Ken's balls.
	"I can feel your balls are looser than before we got
in the water," I said to Ken. He responded by cupping
my sac.
	"Your balls aren't as loose as mine, but I think they
did loosen up since you got in the water," he said. "I
noticed last time they're tighter than mine, anyway."
As Ken was speaking, I felt Ben's finger probe deeper
into my foreskin, stretching its nerve endings and
searching out the sensitive spots.
	"I'm glad you bite your nails," I said to him. "If
you didn't, it would be uncomfortable."
	"If you like my finger, wait until I slip my tongue
inside your skin," he responded. "Ken told me how you
liked that last time you were here." I felt his
fingertip delicately circling my rim, and then probing
the deep groove behind it. Both Ken and Ben were
stimulating me, and I felt myself getting hot.
	"Now let's try to skin you back," Ben said. "I felt
your skin getting looser." He withdrew his finger from
inside my hood and through the bubbling water I saw
him grasp my prick around the shrouded head. The
gentle pressure of his fingers excited me, especially
now that he started drawing my foreskin back.
	"Does it slide easier for you now, Ben?" asked his
brother.
	"Yeah, it's sliding back right over the head," Ben
said. "His skin's a lot looser and his cock's very
hard now." I released Ken's scrotum and grasped his
prick around the foreskin-covered glans, drawing the
thick hood down towards the base of his shaft.
	 "That feel good for you, Ken" I asked. His hood had
slid back easily, uncovering the small sensitive
glans, and now I was holding it back tightly to
stretch its nerve endings.
	"That feels really good," he replied. "You're turning
me on, just like last time."
	"You two have got me all turned on already," I said.
I gave Ken's foreskin a couple of slow strokes to
slide it up and down the head.
	"I think now's a good time to get out and get dried
off," Ken said. "We're all ready for the next stage."
We arose from the tub, dripping hot water on the tiled
floor, and dried each other with the thick towels. I
saw that Ben's prick stuck out at 45 degrees north of
horizontal, as Ken's did. Mine wasn't angled that
high, but still pointed above the horizon.
	"Yours sticks out higher than mine," I remarked to
Ben.
	"Yeah, but I've got a slight downward curve, just
like my brother," he said. A drop of clear fluid had
appeared at the end of his glans as I'd dried his
prick.
	"You're already leaking," I said. The lips of his
thin slit were parted slightly by the drop, which
began to run down the seam leading from the slit to
the triangular groove under the head. I saw that Ken's
foreskin had crept forward to cover the head when I'd
let go, and now there was a definite wetness adorning
the end of his pucker.
	Now we were dry, and our erections remained rock-hard
during the few steps into the bedroom, where we sat on
the edge of the bed in the same order. Ken clasped my
scrotum and spoke:
	"How about Ben working on your skin with his tongue?
I did you that way last time, and he'd really love to
taste your cock, mainly because it's different from
mine. Just lie back and let him do it." I obeyed,
eager to please both Ken and Ben, and I saw them
crouching on either side of me. Ken cupped my balls
while Ben steadied my prick with his hand, pushing his
tongue deeply into my foreskin. I felt the slippery
warmth of his tongue probing my slit, and then swiping
it from side to side.  I was becoming very excited and
I moaned in delight at the intense sensations both
brothers were pouring into me.
	"I know Ben wants to run his tongue all around your
big helmet before he uncovers it," Ken explained as I
felt Ben's tongue probing along the broad upper
surface of my helmet on its way to the rim. "He wants
to feel that flaring rim and deep groove before he
sees them."
	"Ohhhh, I like that, I really do," I moaned as the
sensations hit me. I turned my head to see that Ben's
hard prick was within reach, and I closed my fingers
around his shaft, feeling it twitch at the unexpected
contact. My thumb closed over the tip of his small
glans, feeling its wetness as Ben secreted his sweet
cock-juice. I felt Ben's tongue skimming around my
rim, up one side and down the other, stretching the
nerve endings in my hood before pressing hard into the
hot spot under my helmet. His tongue strummed my
gee-string and caressed the eaves that defined the
triangular groove.
	"He wants to taste your meat," said Ken. "Anything to
do with foreskin turns him on. He can taste and smell
yours right now, and that's hot for him." Now Ben
removed his mouth.
	"That tasted and felt very good," he said to us. "I
like that rich male smell of a thick foreskin. Now I
want to see the big head." He began slowly drawing
back my hood, exposing my slit to their gaze.
	"See, the slit's just like a teardrop," Ken said to
Ben. "Jack's got a big helmet head, with a really
thick rim. Look under the head where the two sides of
his rim meet."
	"Man, that's a deep groove under there," commented
Ben. He leaned forward slightly and I felt his
tongue-tip probing the depths of my groove, driving
between the eaves.
	"Now skin him back all the way so you can run your
tongue around his rim," Ken coached. Ben's fingers
tightened slightly on my foreskin, easing it back
until the flaring rim stood clear of its folds.
	"His skin's not so tight now that it's been in the
hot water," Ben commented. "That big thick rim,
though, it's really sexy." I felt his tongue flick out
to swipe at the top of my corona, and then work down
the right side until it reached the underside of my
helmet, probing my triangular groove again. Now he
worked his tongue up the left side, inflaming my nerve
endings and making me sigh in delight.
	"Damn, that feels good!" I exclaimed. "You've got a
magic tongue, Ben." As I spoke I continued to stroke
Ben's hard prick, which was now slick with his lube.
	"You're getting Ben worked up with what you're doing
to his dong," Ken said. "Between his getting turned on
by your dick and what you're doing to his, he might
blast off before you do."
	"Oh, man, you're right," Ben said fervently. "I am so
turned on by this cock..." he trailed off as he leaned
forward again and I felt his hot lips close around my
helmet, lip-locking behind my rim as he yanked my
foreskin back hard to bare the groove.
	"Maybe you'd better ease up on Ben's cock," Ken
suggested to me. "Let him make you come, so that he
can enjoy watching you spew, and then you can finish
him off." I thought this was an excellent idea, and
let go of Ben's hot hard prick, and I
felt Ken kneading my sac to bring me higher towards
the plateau of excitement.
	"I'm gonna work my lips on your tip," Ben said as he
paused. "Now I'm gonna pump your skin too. I'm just
gonna pump all your seed outa your cock." I felt his
warm fingers begin to pump my foreskin up towards the
tip of my helmet, and then pull it down as his lips
followed. Ben expertly drew my foreskin all the way
down to let his lips lock behind my rim, and when he
pulled his lips up along the head, he followed with my
fleshy ring, sweeping it up the slick surface to
heighten my sensations. I groaned helplessly as the
full force of the double stimulation hit me, making me
shudder.
	"That's it, Ben, that's it," Ken coached his brother.
"Just keep working his cock that way and you'll have
his load in no time. Jack can hold back for awhile,
but not for long the way you're doing him." The double
friction of Ben's hot lips and his firmly encircling
fingers pumping my supple hood was driving me up to
the peak, and I was now moaning constantly, my
breathing ragged, as I felt my body responding.
	"Just relax, Jack, we'll get you pumped up to make
you shoot," Ken assured me as he kept kneading my sac
with one hand and running the other hand along the
insides of my thighs, adding to my sensations. I
moaned rhythmically, in time to Ben's delicious
strokes, aware that my excitement was mounting
inexorably.
	"I can see your tip every time Ben lifts his mouth,"
Ken continued. "It's dark purple now, and I bet Ben
can tell it's gotten hard." I knew he was right,
because I was feeling the pressure building up in my
glans and shaft, the precursor to the inevitable
explosion.
	"I bet your tip's tingling now," Ken said, as my
awareness of the outside world dimmed and my attention
focused on the hot sensations in my lower body. Ben's
lips and the pressure and friction as he worked my
foreskin over my rim were causing a tickling sensation
that I knew would soon change to a hot tingle. I felt
a twitch deep inside that told me I'd released some
lubricant that was now crawling up my urethra to
emerge from my pouting slit.
	Ben paused for a second as his tongue-tip probed my
orifice, picking up the seeping lubricant, and now he
drew my foreskin down the helmet to make room for his
advancing lips. I was very hot, and Ben must have
sensed that this was the critical moment, for as he
pulled up he let his teeth scrape along the broad
upper surface of my helmet. The tickling feeling
changed to a sudden hot tingle that flooded my glans
with hot sparks of sensation and then exploded,
shooting down the shaft to start the heavy pounding of
my orgasm as it reached the root.
	I cried out as my eyes closed, helpless in their
hands, overwhelmed by the force of my orgasm. The
first hot rush shot up my prick to explode inside
Ben's mouth, and I felt the tension rising again. The
second burst of hot lava seared its way up my tube,
making me cry out in blissful agony as I thrashed on
the bed.
	I was aware that both Ken's and Ben's bodies were
pressing against mine, their warmth accentuating my
sensations, and I came again. The third jet shot up my
tube and erupted from my straining glans as I moaned
loudly, carried away by the flood of hot passion.
	Now Ben's mouth and hand were still as my fourth
discharge poured up my prick, and I felt his mouth
suck it from my orifice as it surged through the
distended lips. Another hot surge poured from my
teardrop as Ben's lips eagerly sucked it, and now I
was just dribbling, steadily seeping as my climax
wound down. Ben was milking my prick, licking the
drops as they appeared at my slit, and when he'd
drained me he pulled my hood up to encase the
shrinking helmet.
	I was still for a couple of minutes, slowly returning
to the real world, and when I opened my eyes I saw
them smiling down at me.
	"You really blew a lot of seed," Ben said. Ken leaned
down to plant a dry kiss on my lips, and I felt him
press his chest down against mine.
	"You were really groaning, and I felt your body's
spasms against mine," he said. I hugged Ken to me and
reached out for Ben, my fingers finding his prick and
closing around it. It was wet and slick with his
natural lubricant, and I began pumping it to give him
the same pleasure he'd given me. I struggled up into a
sitting position as Ben reclined, and now I had his
groin before me, his hot hard prick rigid between my
fingers.
	Ben's prick tapered from the thick base to the small
head, a duplicate of his brother's but for the missing
foreskin. I twisted my fist around the hard head on
the upstroke, noting that it had changed from pink to
light purple, and twisted my fingers the other way as
I stroked downward. Ken cupped his brother's balls,
expertly kneading them without causing too much
pressure, and I heard Ben moan under this double
assault.
	"I'm gonna give him a hard twist," I said to Ken as I
clasped Ben's prick between my palms, moving my hands
in opposite directions against the small, straining
head. Ben's eyes closed and he yelped. I continued
with my double twist, hearing Ben's moans become
louder as his eyes closed.
	"Ben's so hot from doing you and watching you shoot
that he's primed right now," Ken said to me as we
continued stimulating him. "He won't hold out for more
than ten seconds." His estimate was excessive, for
Ben's prick throbbed hard between my palms and I saw a
long white jet shoot upward from the tight slit,
arcing several feet into the air before landing on
Ben's face. Ben's hips bucked and he wailed loudly as
the second discharge from his throbbing prick erupted
to land on his chest. We felt Ben's body straining as
we held ourselves against him. The odor of chlorine
filled the air as Ben continued to shoot, each surge
of cream blasting through the tight slit at high
pressure to land somewhere on his body.
	We watched the force of Ben's jets diminish as his
orgasm petered out. Now he was just seeping, and the
flowing liquid wasn't as white as the first jets had
been. We could see Ben relaxing as the tension left
his body and he sank into the familiar daze that
overtakes the body after orgasm. I milked the residue
out of his prick by running my finger up the bottom of
his shaft, compressing the urethra, and as each drop
flowed through the tight lips of his slit I licked it
away, savoring the rich flavor of his cream.
	Ken was still very hard, although I hadn't stimulated
him, because he'd been enjoying the vicarious
experiences of Ben's and my orgasm. As Ben lay still,
basking in his afterglow, I asked Ken:
	"Are you primed? You look like it won't take much to
make you lose your load."
	"Shit, no," he said. "I've been watching you two guys
get off, and I almost came myself while you were doing
Ben's cock." Ben opened his eyes at the mention of his
name and asked:
	"Which one of us does Ken? Want to go for it, Jack?
I've done him lots of times."
	"I guess I could, Ben. This is only the second time
for me. I'd like to try something different this
time."
	"What's your plan?" Ken asked. I hesitated only a
moment before replying:
	"I'd like to twist your foreskin between my palms.
This is the same thing I did to Ben, but when there's
a foreskin the sensations are different than just
friction against the naked head. Ever had that done to
you?"
	"No, I never did," Ken answered. "Anything special I
need to do?"
	"Just lie back," I said. "Leave the driving to us."
Ken lay back on the bed between Ben and me, and I
grasped his hot hard prick between my palms. Ken's
prick was tapered like his brothers, the main
difference was that the small glans was covered by the
long foreskin that formed a pucker beyond the end. I
began moving my palms in opposite directions,
wondering how long it would be before Ken's body
exploded in orgasm. Ben was cupping his brother's sac
with one hand, as both of mine were stimulating his
hard prick, and he asked me:
	"Anything else I can do?" I looked at him and
replied:
	"That depends on what you want to see. With me, you
wanted to see my prick shooting. You might want
something different with your brother."
	"How do you mean?" he asked.
	"Well, I could slide his foreskin down when he starts
to come, or I could keep it forward. If I do that, you
can pinch the end shut so that the cream stays trapped
inside the hood. I've had that done to me, and it's
like docking, sort of. I felt the hot cream filling my
hood and stretching it, flowing behind my rim, and it
was great!"
	"I think I'll do that, then," he replied. "I've never
done that to him, and I'd like to see how he reacts."
I was still massaging Ken's foreskin, rotating it over
the hard glans, and Ken had begun to breathe more
quickly.
	"Okay, then take hold of the end of his pucker. You
don't have to squeeze hard, just enough so it doesn't
slip out of your fingers while I'm twisting it."
	"Ken's really getting into it," Ben observed. "What
you're doing's really hitting him hard."
	"It's the twisting action, Ben. He's getting friction
on the glans and at the same time my twisting action's
stretching the nerves in his foreskin. It's also
stretching his gee-string inside."
	"I wish so much I still had my skin," Ben said
wistfully. "I'm missing so much being cut." I wanted
to reassure him so I said:
	"It's not all that bad, Ben. Ken and I did our best
for you, and we both saw that you really shot a heavy
load just now." Ken was grunting now, heavy grunts
that left no doubt that he was quickly approaching the
moment of release. I spoke again:
	"Okay, Ben, tighten up your grip a little. Ken's
really leaking a lot of lube, and if gets out the end
it's gonna make his foreskin slippery and I might lose
my grip." Ben's fingers holding Ken's foreskin tightly
meant that I wouldn't be able to twist the hood as
far, but with Ken so close, I didn't think it would
make a difference. Ken's fists had clenched and his
eyes were now closed as he withdrew into himself, his
attention captivated by the hot sensations in his
prick.
	"His legs are tightening up," Ben observed in a
whisper.
	"Yeah, and so are his stomach muscles," I answered.
"Now his legs are trembling a little." Ken's face was
also showing tension, his jaw clenching as he
approached the moment of release.
	"His balls have been really tight since we started,"
Ben added. I took a quick look and saw that Ben was
expertly kneading his older brother's orbs within
their thick fleshy sac, adding to the sensations. Ken
was moaning loudly, totally absorbed in the delightful
sensations we were giving him.
	I felt his thick prick pulse between my palms as he
suddenly grunted, and his hips bucked. I felt his
prick-flesh thicken at the end as his discharge
flooded into it. His prick pulsed again, and now his
foreskin was distended around the glans, hot liquid
pouring into it and swirling around the contours of
the finely shaped head.
	"His tip gets pretty sensitive," muttered Ben.
	"No problem," I said. "That cream's gonna keep the
friction from getting too much." I knew that the thick
layer of viscous liquid bathing Ken's glans would mask
the friction and keep his tip from getting
over-stimulated. His prick pulsed again, and Ken let
out a loud howl as the sensations flooded his body. He
thrashed on the bed, hips gyrating, victim of the
overpowering sparks of sensation stabbing down his
shaft. His foreskin had ballooned out, swollen with
his discharges, hot cream surrounding his hot glans.
	As Ken's prick throbbed between my palms once more, I
noticed a drop of white seeping from his foreskin
pucker, leaking around where Ben's fingers were
compressing it. Ken howled in joyful agony as another
hot pulse surged through his prick, and now I removed
my hands so that we could see his fleshy sac stretched
tightly, distended with the load he'd shot into it.
	Ken's next spasm was weaker, and it was clear that
his orgasm was weakening. His prick pulsed several
more times, and then was still, held upright by Ben's
tight grip at the end of his foreskin. Ben now reached
for some Kleenexes and gently let Ken's prick down
onto his stomach before releasing it. The moment he
let go, a thick flood of cream gushed from the end of
his foreskin onto the Kleenexes.
	"Ken shot quite a load," I said as the sudden odor of
chlorine assailed my nostrils.
	"Yeah, that was something, the way his skin swelled
up," Ben confirmed.
	"Did you feel his prick pulse, the way you were
holding it by the end?" I asked.
	"Yeah, it jerked every time he shot," Ben replied.
Ken was utterly still, his body unwinding after the
torrid moments of orgasm, and I knew he was enjoying
the feeling of lassitude creeping over him.
	"My juice felt like hot lava when I came," I said to
Ben. "How did it feel for you?"
	"It always feels hot when I'm really excited, and you
had me really excited. It felt like it was burning
when it shot up my cock."
	"I bet it felt like that to Ken," I said, just as Ken
was opening his eyes.
	"Mine felt like it was burning too," he said. "It was
burning when it shot up my tube, and then it felt like
hot oil when it spread inside my skin, all around the
head."
	"I really enjoyed feeling your pricks throbbing when
you came," I told them both. "It was really hot
watching your faces and hearing the way you were
moaning." As I spoke, Ben was milking his brother's
prick, running his fingertip along the urethra from
behind his sac right up to the glans and catching the
fluid with his tongue. Now that we'd all come and the
excitement was over, I felt myself really relaxing,
and I yawned.
	"You feel the same way I do," Ken said. "Now that
it's all over, I'm all knocked out."
	"I feel sleepy too," Ben added.
	"Well, we've got a big queen-size here, and we ought
to use it," Ken suggested. I immediately lay down
beside him, hugging him closely to me. Ben lay down on
his other side, facing us, and it wasn't long before
we drifted off into deep sleep.

End of Part 2