Date: Fri, 2 Aug 2013 12:00:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Foreskin Sessions, Part 7, Beginnings

Foreskin Sessions, Part7
By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     Upon my return we sat down to eat. I'd undressed before sitting down,
while Jim and Greg had never dressed, so we sat there with out equipment in
full view. Jim and Greg had prominent taped nipples in front of their glans
bulges while mine dangled naturally.

     "How long do you intend to continue taping?" Greg asked.

     "As long as it takes," was Jim's reply. I already knew that Jim was
absolutely determined to have a hood on his penis and I was flattered that
he wanted one like mine.

     "I guess I'll keep at it until I have a nipple like Jack's," Greg
said.  "It really looks sexy." Despite our being busy eating, and despite
our having discharged copious loads shortly before, we were getting excited
again.  By the time we'd finished and I'd cleared the table, our pricks
were at least semi-hard, Jim's and Greg's straining at the tape rings.

     "That's putting more tension on the skin," I commented. You'll get
more stretch that way." We returned to the bedroom, where Jim and Greg
removed their tape rings, and we saw Jim's big purple helmet slide forward,
leaving the covering hood behind.

     "Jim's getting cock syrup already," Greg pointed out, nodding toward
Jim's prick where a clear drop parted the lips of his slit. Greg started
sliding his foreskin up and down, firming up his erection, while Jim's hand
drifted to mine, grasping my nipple and rolling it. I sighed at the
delicious sensation.

     "I think we should bring each other off orally this afternoon," Greg
suggested.

     "Good idea," I concurred. "This time we should make sure to come
separately, not simultaneously. I know that sharing the magic moment sounds
romantic, but it's even nicer to have a clear head and watch the other
guy's face as he comes, watch his prick spurt, feel his prick throb, and
hear his moans." This proposal struck a responsive chord, as they both
nodded eagerly. I spread another towel on the bed and we lay down on it,
Jim and Greg in a "69" position.  Jim grasped Greg's shaft between two
fingers and slipped his tongue into Greg's pucker, while Greg wrapped his
lips around Jim's exposed corona. I leaned over them, fingers cupping their
scrotums, and felt Greg's fingers sliding my hood up and down in long slow
gliding strokes. I was soon fully hard.

     "Let's take our time, too," I suggested. "We've got all afternoon."
Greg pulled back long enough to agree:

     "Yes, with a long build-up we'll come harder." He went back to working
on Jim's swollen helmet. I saw the bulge of Jim's tongue probing under
Greg's hood, caressing the swollen mushroom inside. Both of their scrotums
were tightening up under my fingertip strokes.

     Now Jim's fingers drew Greg's foreskin back, completely exposing
Greg's glans, and his tongue worked around the corona, up one side and down
the other, probing into the v-groove underneath. His lips wrapped around
Greg's glans and he began the familiar pumping motion, accompanying it with
strokes of the foreskin. Greg removed his mouth from Jim's helmet and began
lightly stroking the wet, slippery glans with a fingertip, caressing the
corona and then pressing into the frenular delta containing the super-hot
gee-string. This provoked a gasp from Jim, who redoubled his pumps on
Greg's glans, stroking his foreskin in time with his lips. After a minute
or so, Jim broke off to say:

     "You're going to come before I do. Your tip's more sensitive." I
watched as Jim resumed his task and Greg continued to work my foreskin in
slow, languid strokes to maintain my erection. Greg's breathing was faster
now, and I felt the tension build up in his body. Jim was pumping his glans
and foreskin vigorously, and Greg started moaning. Suddenly, he broke off,
releasing Jim's penis.

     "Stop!  I'm getting there too fast! I know I blew a big load this
morning, but I've been saving up for a week and I'm still horny." he
exclaimed. He turned to me and I felt his tongue probing my foreskin
nipple, pressing in to tickle my pee-hole. I sighed in delight as my prick
twitched in response. Meanwhile, Jim had moved over to cup my balls, gently
kneading them. He was on his knees, his erection standing out proudly
before him, the purple helmet glistening with Greg's saliva. I lay back as
they stimulated my package, enjoying the sensations coursing through my
prick and balls. Greg's breathing was returning to normal, and a minute
later he said:

     "Okay, I guess we can get back to it," releasing my prick and turning
to face Jim again. Jim resumed his "69" position with him, and put his
mouth on Greg's purple mushroom, wrapping his fingers around the
shaft. Jim's lips moved back and forth along Greg's glans while his fist
pumped Greg's foreskin, bringing it up as his lips withdrew, and pushing it
back as his mouth moved forward to engulf the mushroom. Greg grasped Jim's
erection, squeezing it rhythmically.

     Greg's breathing sped up and became shallow. I cupped my fingers
around Greg's and Jim's balls once more, gently kneading and waiting for
the inevitable explosion. The tension was building up again in Greg's body,
and I felt sure that this time there'd be no stopping, as Greg really
needed release. Jim was now going faster, making Greg moan in response, and
I saw Greg's abdomen tighten up. A slight tremor began in his legs as his
eyes closed and his jaw dropped open. His entire body seemed to stiffen
aand suddenly he grunted:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" as I felt the first pulse in his urethra behind
his balls.  Jim moaned as his Adam's apple worked to swallow the first
surge that had shot from Greg's glans. Greg's face was contorted, as if he
were being tortured, as the sweet agony of orgasm swept over him. He
grunted again as I felt another throb in his urethra, and Jim's throat
moved to swallow that eruption. Greg's hips bucked, thrusting his prick
deeper into Jim's mouth as he released a third gush. Jim was working
frantically to keep up.

     I watched avidly, enjoying the vicarious excitement as Greg's climax
unfolded in front of my eyes. My other hand closed around my prick,
stroking slightly, unable to resist. I felt the tickle of a drop of natural
lubricant begin to crawl up my urethra.

     Greg cried out again as he thrust his prick deeper into Jim's mouth
and I knew his fourth blast of cream had shot down Jim's throat. Jim was
experienced, and didn't cough as he swallowed. Another grunt escaped Greg's
lips as he shot his fifth load into Jim's mouth, and then he became still,
the tension slowly leaving his body as his breathing slowed. Jim raised his
head and smiled at me

     "Boy, he really blew a load! After this morning, too."

     "Well, he had been saving it up for a week," I replied. We watched as
Greg sank into his daze and remained there for a couple of minutes. Jim
milked his prick, catching the residue in a Kleenex.

     "It was so hot, feeling his big mushroom throbbing in my mouth," Jim
said. His prick was rock-hard, shaft skin tight and drawn back from his
helmet, and I reached for it and stroked him slowly, bringing his stretched
shaft skin halfway up the glans, as far as it would go. My foreskin was
fully forward, engulfing my tip completely, and Jim stroked it lightly,
sliding it up and down.

     "I was watching his face as he came," I said. "That was hot too, and I
watched you swallowing his cream."

     "He almost drowned me," Jim replied. Greg was now stirring, soft moans
escaping his lips.

     "I feel like I've been hit by an express train," he whispered. I laid
a hand on his chest.

     "You had a really hot come," I told him. "It was so exciting to watch
and hear." He opened his eyes and got up on one elbow.

     "Jim's dick is really hard and he needs to drop a load now," he
said. He shuffled forward and wrapped his lips around Jim's engorged
helmet. I reached for a plug-in vibrator on the bedside table, and pressed
it against the underside of Jim's shaft, setting it to LOW. Jim's fingers
fell away from my prick as the new sensations captured all of his
attention. From this point, he would be withdrawing from the world outside
his body, concentrating on the compelling thrills flooding his prick.

     "This'll help make it hotter for you, Jim," I explained. I knew that
the vibrator's pulses would carry along his shaft into his helmet, and that
Greg would feel them in his mouth. Jim's scrotum contracted as his body
became tenser. Greg continued to suck on Jim's glans, and twisted his head
to apply sideways friction to the corona. Jim's breathing was becoming
shallow and rapid with the rising excitement.

     My penis remained hard, as watching and feeling the action was having
its effect on me. I was in no danger of getting to orgasm, but also in no
danger of going soft. My imagination was going full-bore as I watched as
Greg continued to stimulate Jim's glans with his lips and tongue, caressing
the corona, perhaps tickling his slit with his tongue, and I continued to
work the underside of the shaft with the vibrator's tip. I knew well the
effect the vibrator was having on Jim, as we'd used it in our play on other
occasions.

     Jim's abdominal muscles tightened as he approached the point of no
return. Greg was caressing the insides of his thighs with one hand as he
continued his lip and tongue action on the engorged helmet. Jim threw his
head back and his jaw dropped as he began moaning softly "ah-ah-ah-ah-ah."
His hands tightened into fists, and although I knew he was trying to remain
relaxed to prolong the sensations, he was getting closer to the brink. I
decided that I'd keep the vibrator on LOW to avoid over-stimulating him,
but that I'd switch to HIGH when he started coming.

     Now Greg was pumping his head up and down on Jim's glans, urging him
on to the magic moment, and it was having its effect. Jim began gasping and
a tremor began in his legs. I kept the vibrator tip moving up and down the
underside of his shaft. Jim took a deep breath and then I heard:

     "AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!"  as he tumbled over the brink into the free-fall of
orgasm. I switched the vibrator to HIGH, sending a flood of intense
sensations into his prick to heighten his orgasm, and I saw Greg swallow
hard. Jim grunted loudly as the friction and vibrations in his prick grew
to a crescendo, and his hips bucked, thrusting his straining prick deeply
into Greg's mouth. Greg swallowed hard again as Jim's second release
flooded his mouth. He pulled back momentarily, exposing Jim's throbbing
purple glans, and I pressed the vibrator right into the hot spot, the
v-groove on the underside of his helmet. Jim yelped again as Greg once more
enveloped his helmet with his lips to catch the next surge, and I pulled
the vibrator back down his shaft.

     I saw Greg swallow again, expertly downing the torrent of sperm, as he
twisted his head to give Jim sideways friction along his flaring rim. Jim
filled the air with another groan as his face contorted as if he were being
tortured. He thrust into Greg's mouth as a fourth spasm gripped him, and
Greg swallowed again. His chest heaved as the mind-numbing orgasm dominated
his body, and I saw his hips buck a fifth time. I knew he was spurting
another hot load to coat Greg's tongue and palate, totally consumed by the
hot sensations filling him.  Now Jim's cries became more of a soft "oh, oh,
oh, oh," and I knew that main event was over.

     Jim's body noticeably relaxed, and I turned off the vibrator. Greg
swallowed again, but I knew that this was only because of the residual
seepage. Both were still, and now I saw Jim's erection gradually lose its
hardness. Greg and I watched as Jim's body relaxed and his erection
subsided.

     "I think he came as hard as you did," I observed. "He shot a hell of a
load into your mouth." I began milking his urethra to force out residual
sperm.

     "I know," Greg replied. "I swallowed it. The vibrator made it hotter
for him, I'm sure."

     "I've used the vibrator on him before," I said. "He likes it. A
vibrator's good for cut guys because it reaches the deep-seated nerve
endings, and they get more sensation than from friction alone, much more."
Greg's fingers again reached for my prick, sliding my long foreskin
languidly, as we watched Jim open his eyes and come out of his daze.

     "That was good," he said. "I think I came even harder than this
morning.  That vibrator really did it for me." His warm fingers closed
around my scrotum, cupping my balls firmly. I lay back to enjoy the
sensations of both of them working on me. Now Greg slipped his tongue
inside my hood and I felt him tickling my pee-hole. Meanwhile, Jim had
picked up the vibrator and turned it on, pressing it against the underside
of my glans. The vibrations penetrated the foreskin, impinging on my
gee-string and heightening my sensations.

     "I'm going to skin you back now," Greg told me as his fingers firmly
pushed my foreskin down the shaft, where it snapped down into the deep
groove behind my corona and locked there. "I like that teardrop shaped hole
you've got, he said, and I felt his tongue-tip probing it. Jim was now
pressing the vibrator against my bared gee-string, pushing me inexorably
towards the edge.

     "You've got cock-syrup," Greg advised. "I like the salty taste." He
was licking the drops away from where they'd appeared on the front dome of
my helmet as the vibrator's buzzing invaded my glans. I had been hard the
longest, and knew it wouldn't take much more to push me into the free-fall
of orgasm.

     "His tip's dark purple now," Jim told Greg. "He's close." Now he was
running the vibrator the full length of my shaft, spreading the stimulation
instead of focusing solely on my frenulum. Greg's lips moved to engulf my
glans. He began pumping his mouth up and down my glans while his tongue-tip
kept tickling and probing my meatus.

     "Your balls are really tight now," Jim told me. "You're close to
coming." I knew my helmet had lost its spongy feel and had gone into its
final hardness between Greg's lips. I also knew that he could feel the
change.  The tension was building in my body and my breathing became
shallower and faster.

     Greg's lips felt so sensual as they ran over my superheated nerve
endings, and I knew he was pushing me closer to the brink. Then he rotated
his head, and I felt a tickle begin in my hard flaring ridge. My abdominal
muscles tightened, my eyes closed, and I started moaning. I felt Greg run
his teeth down the broad upper surface of my glans and the tickle became a
hot tingle. Hot sparks of sensation stabbed deeply into my glans and shaft
and the thud-thud-thud of orgasm began deep within me.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted loudly as the first stream of cream
burst into my urethra, searing the lining as it surged toward the tip. Jim
turned the vibrator to HIGH and pressed it hard against the underside of my
shaft. I cried out again as my hips bucked, thrusting my glans deeper into
Greg's mouth as it shot another torrent of cream down his throat.

     My mind was totally turned inward, ignoring the outside world as the
delicious agony of orgasm flooded my body. I was grunting and gasping, hips
bucking again, as my prick throbbed and blew another surge of sperm into
Greg's mouth.  The vibrator's heavy pulses spread up and down my shaft,
from the helmet down to the root of my prick, heightening my sensations as
they always did. The delicious friction of Greg's tongue and lips pervaded
my glans as it throbbed and tingled in orgasm.

     I grunted and sobbed as another heavy pulse of semen flooded my
urethra, hurtling upward to explode into Greg's mouth. My legs were
trembling hard as my hips bucked again. Another hard contraction deep
inside me sent a gush of sperm up my tube as I cried out
helplessly. Another mind-numbing throb filled my glans and shaft as I shot
another load, my last one. Now my prick kept twitching, but was only
seeping as the tension started to leave my body.

     I felt Greg's probing finger running up the underside of my prick,
milking the residue. Then he spoke:

     "Time for another shower?" I agreed and we went into the bathroom,
where I turned on the shower and we got in. As usual, the hot water running
over our pricks made us pee, flushing out any remaining cream. Greg and I
carefully pulled each other's hoods as far back as they would go to expose
the gullies behind our coronas, for a thorough flush, and then pulled them
forward to protect the precious heads. We emerged from the shower and dried
ourselves, and Greg and Jim taped their skins forward before we went back
into the bedroom for a nap.

The end.