Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2005 10:11:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bath House Evening, Encounters, 1/1

Bath House Evening

MMM

By Jack Santoro

I'd gone to Denver that weekend to see my friend Stan,
whom I'd known for many years. We'd spent the first
evening watching videos and jacking each other to
intense orgasms. Stan's prick was cut, unlike mine,
but longer. It was about 7", with a graceful upward
curve to the shaft and a shapely head, smaller than my
glans, and reddish instead of purple. Stan's prick
shot long streams when he came, while mine usually
dribbled.

Next evening he took me to his favorite bath house for
variety. We walked around in the subdued light,
looking at the sights. We all had towels, but few
wrapped them around their waists, as we enjoyed
displaying what we had.

After about half an hour, another guy walked up to me,
and my eyes automatically dropped to his crotch. I saw
that he had foreskin completely covering his big tip,
with a pucker at the end.

"We're maybe the only natural guys here," he said,
eyes boring into mine. I looked back at him and
replied:

"It's nice to have skin protecting the precious head."


"Yours is a bit longer than mine," he said as his eyes
dropped to my groin. My long thick foreskin covers the
head too, and extends beyond it to form a nipple.

"I think yours has a big head on it like mine," I
said. Both of us had big bulges in our foreskins, and
the outlines were clearly visible through the thick
hoods. This gave them a heavy-ended look, and both our
cock swung as we moved.

"Can we compare?" he asked, moving his hand
tentatively toward my cock. I nodded and grasped his
foreskin, gently pushing it back along his shaft to
reveal a big round plum-shaped glans. His fingers
clasped my cock halfway down the shaft and pulled the
hood off my head, disclosing a big purple fireman's
helmet, with round front dome and flaring ridge. My
prick began to swell, as did his. I gave his shaft a
couple of squeezes and sat down on the bench while
Stan looked on, avidly interested. Stan had always
been fascinated by foreskins, as he'd been missing his
since birth.

"I really enjoy being stroked by a guy who knows what
he's doing," I commented as my new partner's fingers
worked their magic on my engorging cock.

"Yeah, lots of cut guys don't know how to handle a
foreskin," he replied as his fingers lovingly and
skillfully ran my foreskin up and down the long glans.
I continued to work his hood over the precious head,
and saw the lips of his long slit part with a clear
drop, his cock-eye shedding its first tear.

"Yours has a nice hole," he said. "Now that your
head's hard, it looks like a teardrop." His index
finger traced small circles around the hole at the end
of my glans as his other hand cupped my balls.

"You really put out a lot of lube," I said, clamping
my other hand hard around the base of his shaft to
compress the veins and make the glans and shaft swell
fully. I noticed that half the head was uncovered now
that he was fully erect, unlike my penis, which
remained totally sheathed even hard.

"Man, you really know what you're doing," he murmured
softly, leaning his head against my shoulder. "It
feels so good^Å."

"Can my buddy feel your prick?" I asked, nodding
towards Stan. "He's really into uncuts, and he can
handle foreskins as well as we can, since he spent
time in Europe and got lots of experience." My new
partner nodded and I removed my hand, leaving his
foreskin covering the head. I saw Stan's fingers
gently enclose the end of his prick, slipping the hood
back delicately, slowly stretching its nerve endings
by forcing it back over the swollen tip. Slowly the
bulky body of the glans came into view, then the
corona, and finally the skin snapped down into the
groove behind his ridge.

"My name's Earl," my new buddy informed us. "Maybe we
could try something other than just jacking."

"I'm open to suggestions," I said. "Between the three
of us, we can come up with something exciting."

"You know Princeton?" Earl asked, nodding towards the
bed across the dimly lit room. Stan and I both nodded,
and Earl led us toward the bed, presently vacant. I
looked at it apprehensively, wondering if it was
already soaked. Earl must have anticipated my concern,
for he said:

"New mattress. I saw them put it on a few minutes
ago." He sat down on the bed, Stan and I flanking him.
Stan's fingers had not let go of his cock as we'd
moved, and now were massaging the long foreskin up and
down the swollen head, fueling Earl's excitement.

"Want to be bottom, or should I?" I asked. Earl looked
reflectively down at our cocks before replying.

"I think you should be bottom," he said. "Your
foreskin's longer than mine, and that makes for easier
jacking. Mine's already halfway back, and I'll just
skin it all the way before I put on the condom. Earl
had produced a foil packet from somewhere. And now he
tore it to extract a rubber sheath. Stan took it from
him and skillfully unrolled it down the length of his
cock as Early held his skin back tightly to bare his
glans.

I lay on my left side, and Earl slipped in behind me
as I lifted my right leg to allow him to slip his cock
between my thighs. I felt the bulky glans nudge my
balls as he began to thrust slowly. Stan sat in front
of me and placed a towel in front of my cock to catch
the juice when I came. He wrapped his fingers around
my engorged cock, beginning the long slow strokes he
knew I liked.

"Stan will take care of me," I said to Earl. "Just
concentrate on your pleasure." Earl began thrusting
faster, but still with long strokes, his penis sliding
inside the sheath. I knew the condom was necessary to
avoid hair burns, and to keep his sperm from shooting
all over my hairs when he unloaded.

An audience had gathered, one of the adjuncts of sex
play in public. They gathered around the bed, watching
avidly, as Earl thrust between my thighs and Stan
slowly pumped my foreskin up and down over my big
helmet head. I enjoyed putting on a show, and hoped
fervently that the display didn't bother Earl. I knew
that Stan always loved performing before an audience,
and I grasped his hot hard prick between my fingers.
Stan had already lubed his turgid member, and my
clasping fingers slid easily up and down his shaft.
Each time I reached the head, I gave it a twist around
the corona to enhance his sensations. I knew that his
rim, and the tissue between his rim and the scar ring,
were particularly sensitive, but I pressed my finger
into the hot spot under the head to make sure he got
full feeling.

Earl's thrusts were faster now, and I knew he was
really getting into the rhythm. His glans, protected
from birth, was as sensitive as mine, and I was giving
him full stimulation by squeezing my thighs together.
Now I reached down between my legs and pressed my
finger into the groove under his glans as it slid back
and forth, intending to give him a really hot orgasm.
Earl cried out at this new and intense sensation, and
his hips slammed into me as he thrust harder, reaching
for the climax.

Stan's fingers were working my foreskin up and down my
long glans, and I felt a slight tickle in my rim.
Suddenly, I felt Earl's body stiffen against mine, and
he cried out helplessly as he went over the brink. I
felt his hot hard cock throb between my thighs as he
thrust hard, again and again, lost in the free-fall of
orgasm. His body strained, and my finger felt the hard
throbbing of his glans as he unloaded between my
thighs.

The audience began to clap, enthralled by the sight
and sound of Earl's release. I knew I wasn't far
behind, because the tickle in my glans had turned into
a hot tingle. I was aching for release. Now Stan
skinned me back sharply, and he twisted his fingers
over the surface of my engorged helmet, sending hot
sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my glans. The
heavy pounding began in my cock-root, and my orgasm
began as Earl's was fading. My eyes closed
involuntarily, and my entire being gushed from my tip
as I tumbled into orgasm. I lost track of time,
gushing powerfully as my prick throbbed again and
again.

I came back to reality as Earl slipped his softening
cock from between my thighs. I opened my eyes and saw
Earl sit next to Stan, cupping his balls as my fist
oscillated up and down his hard cock. Stan's tip was
deep red, and I felt it harden under my fingers,
telling me he was at the brink. I twisted my fist hard
around his glans, and felt the responsive throb as
Stan's body went into automatic. His prick throbbed in
my hand, and a long stream arced into the air. Both
Earl and I now concentrated on enhancing Stan's
orgasm, and Earl kneaded his scrotum gently as I
pumped his prick. Stan's balls, normally low-hangers,
were tight against his body as he shot again and
again. Our fan club continued to clap as Stan's orgasm
continued, and his hot jets dripped down over my
encircling fingers as I stroked.

Stan finally stopped gushing, and his body relaxed. I
let go of his prick because I knew that the head
became super-sensitive after orgasm and further
friction would cause him distress. After giving him a
minute's rest, I gently wiped his prick with the
towel, milking it carefully to get the residue still
inside him.

We hit the showers together, soaping each other, and
then we dried off and dressed. Stan and I said our
goodbyes to Earl, promising to meet him another time,
and headed for Stan's home, where we planned to close
the evening with a couple of icy martinis.

The end