Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 11:35:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trio- Fantasy Session, Masturbation, 1/1

Trio- Fantasy Session
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

      I'd spent many satisfying hours on the Internet
Chat, and had made some friends. Mostly, we lived too
far apart to meet in person, but we all fantasized
about meeting, and enjoying mutual jacking sessions.
Now it was another Saturday afternoon, and I lay back
in my recliner with some paper towels and drifted off
into my fantasy world...
      Bob and Rick were two guys with whom I'd enjoyed
gratifying jack-offs on the chat. The main reason was
that we were all uncut, and were able to relate to
each other because we know the subtle and pleasurable
nuances of an intact cock. This time, my fantasy was
that we'd arranged to meet in a city convenient to us
all. We'd agreed to split the cost of a luxury hotel
suite to make it affordable. I'd arrived first, and
arranged for the others to pick up their keys at the
desk while I lounged in the suite's hot tub.
      Bob came in next, and I saw him shedding his
clothes in the bedroom before he came out to the tub.
Bob was 53, younger than I, and had a trim, athletic
figure and salt and pepper hair. Our pricks were about
the same limp, three inches, part of which was the
long foreskin nipple in front of the cock-heads that
bulged through our hoods. Bob eased into the water on
my right and our thighs touched as we made small talk
and fondled each other's cocks until they were hard.
The hot water relaxed us, and I felt Bob's fingers
clasp my foreskin nipple and begin rolling it. I
squeezed his glans through the covering skin to make
his cock-root throb.
      We turned our heads as the door rattled, and
watched Rick enter. Our eyes were on him as he
stripped and we saw his trim six-foot, 170 lb. frame
appear. He had blue eyes and what was left of his hair
was brown. My eyes are brown and my hair white. Rick
also had seniority, as at 63 he was two years older
than I. Unlike Rick, I weighed 215 lb. and had a
middle-aged roll around my waist. Rick's tapering 3"
cock dangled in front of his low-hanging ball sac,
without a hint of the glans underneath the skin. He
peered into the swirling water as he took his place on
my left. I introduced them, as they'd never met. 
Rick looked at me questioningly and I grasped his
prick with my left hand, feeling for the head. I gave
it a few brisk squeezes, hearing him gasp at the sharp
sensations this generated in his cock-root.
      "Feels nice, huh?" I asked as I continued to
squeeze and felt his prick swell in my hand. Our cocks
had swelled in the hot water, and the stimulation had
brought them to full attention. 
      "Ready to get up?" asked Bob as he gave my
prick-head another squeeze. I looked at Rick, who
nodded affirmatively, and answered; "Okay. Let's go."
As we stood, we took in each other's hardness.
      Rick's six-inch cock curved slightly left, and
the opening in his foreskin widened to reveal his long
slit as it slid half-way down the head. The musky
aroma of foreskin filled the air, and now that his
prick was full-hard, we saw that the head was slightly
wider than the shaft. My six-incher had a straight
shaft, and the bulging helmet was definitely thicker
than the shaft but still fully covered by its hood,
which formed a tight pucker at the end. Bob's hard-on
was slightly shorter than mine, about the same medium
thickness, and the same big bulging helmet that showed
the outline of its ridge through the tight skin. 
      "Glad to see your skin is tight, like ours," Bob
said to Rick as he rolled the end of Rick's foreskin
between his fingers. "I think it feels better that
way."
      "It gives just the right pressure to the head,"
Rick replied. "That way, I can slide it with just two
fingers and the friction on the head is perfect."
      "Jack likes to have his hood skinned back slowly
so he can feel its nerve endings stretch as the big
head spreads the skin." Bob demonstrated by slipping
my foreskin back just enough to expose the teardrop
shaped hole, then pushing it forward again.
      "That feels so good," I added as I cupped Bob's
balls. Bob replied by skinning my prick back farther
this time, baring the big blunt nose. 
      "I like your pee-hole," Rick said. "It's just
like mine." Bob pushed my hood forward again, then
eased it back to stop just in front of the ridge.
Rick's fingertip tapped on the end of my rock-hard
glans, filling it with sensation.
      "His helmet's a lot like mine," Bob explained to
Rick. "See how the big ridge flares?" He pushed the
hood forward again, then stripped it back to drop into
the deep groove behind my flaring purple ridge.
      "Lovely," Rick whispered. "I really like that."
I gave Rick's cock-head another squeeze through the
covering skin and suggested:
      "We ought to take a shower, wash those chemicals
off us." Bob and Rick sniffed the odors of bromine and
chlorine emanating from our still damp bodies and
nodded agreement. The shower was a large glass
enclosure that held the three of us with room to
spare. I adjusted to water to as hot as the tub had
been, and we rinsed off under the needle spray. Our
cocks had begun to soften and the hot water on the
head produced a familiar urge in my bladder.
      "Anyone have to pee?" I asked as I slid my hood
forward and pinched the end tightly. I relaxed my
crotch muscles and felt the flow begin, filling the
fleshy sleeve until it ballooned. Rick did the same,
and I saw his thick hood bulge. 
      "Look at mine!" Bob said, and we turned our eyes
to his crotch, where his fingers pinched the end of
his foreskin. Mine was stretching so much it began to
feel uncomfortable, and I let go, watching the heavy
yellow gush drop down to the drain. A moment later,
Rick and Bob released and retracted their hoods. Our
three streams mixed in the bottom of the shower pan as
we emptied ourselves, and we left our hoods skinned
back to rinse our cocks thoroughly. We left them that
way as we dried ourselves, enjoying the sight of our
three big glossy purple tips dangling at the ends of
our cocks. 
      "My tight skin acts like a tourniquet when it's
back," I said. "See how it makes the head bulge?" 
      "Mine's the same way," added Rick, and we turned
to look at Bob's swollen purple helmet, with the tight
collar of skin behind the ridge.
      We spread towels on the bed to catch our juices
and sat facing each other, legs intertwined, and my
right hand fell to Bob's cock and began pinching the
head again. Bob slipped Rick's hood forward with his
right hand, and cupped his low-hangers with his left.
Rick in turn slid my hoof forward and began rolling it
sideways over the head. Within seconds we were
full-hard again, and I felt a drop of lube crawling
slowly up my urethra. Rick held my hood back and began
to tap lightly on my exposed glans, working from the
big round dome at the front down to the flaring ridge,
then underneath to my hot spot.
      I skinned Bob's hood back and saw that his slit
was pouting with clear drops that parted its thick
lips. I spread the drop of lube around his teardrop
shaped orifice, making him gasp with delight. As more
lube appeared, I spread it all over his glossy purple
head, watching as it darkened under my touch.
"That looks so nice," Rick said as he stared at Bob's
swollen head. "You're lucky to have such a beautiful
tip on your cock." He continued tapping my cock-head
with his fingertips, and I heard myself moan as the
sensations filled me glans.
       "Yours is nice too," Bob said as he continued
to tease Rick's foreskin back and forth slowly over
the shiny head. Rick took a deep breath and shuddered
slightly. We continued to work each other's pricks,
delicately and carefully, wanting to keep the
sensations coming but without the mad rush towards
orgasm that would finish it too soon for us. 
      "It's nice to take our time," said Rick as he
squeezed my shaft to compress the veins and make the
head stand out more. "I like to take my time too,"
agreed Bob. "Oh, I know," I said. "A nice long
build-up makes the orgasm more intense." My fingers
continued to explore the sexy contours of Bob's
cock-head, working around the big dome, then back to
the ridge, into the deep groove behind it, and
caressing the hot spot under the head. 
       "I jacked my prick the other morning with that
rolling motion you told me about," Rick said to me as
his fingers danced over my cock-head. "I've got just
enough skin to cover the head if I hold it in place,
and it felt so good." Bob pulled Rick's hood up over
the bulging head, testing its fit. The sleeve slid
smoothly up over the contours, and then Rick's head
was hidden underneath, the flaring ridge bulging
through its protective covering. 
      "I'd really enjoy if you guys made me come with
that rolling motion," he said. "Well, it looks like
Rick goes first," I suggested to Bob. I let go Bobs
prick and gently pushed Rick flat on the bed, grasping
his shaft at the base. I squeezed because I knew he'd
enjoy the feeling as more blood filled his cock. Bob
straddled Rick's thighs and he cupped Rick's balls
lovingly, caressing the insides of his thighs with the
other hand. 
      I moved to Rick's right and grasped the end of
his foreskin-covered prick firmly between my palms,
making sure the skin didn't slide back, then began
moving my palms in opposite directions. I felt his
prick throb responsively in my hands as I began
pouring hot sensations into it. Rick lay with his arms
outstretched, enjoying the feeling. Bob spread a towel
over his chest and stomach to catch the juice that
would shortly be gushing from his engorged prick.
     "Try to relax," I urged Rick, "That way it'll be
better for you." I moved my hands faster, knowing that
this would drive him to orgasm quickly despite his
efforts at relaxation. I knew what he was feeling in
his prick, as I vividly remembered how my prick had
felt when my buddy Stan had done that to me. I saw
that Bob's scrotum was tightening in Bob's cupped
hand, drawing his balls tightly against his body. 
        I twisted Rick's foreskin back and forth
between my palms, and saw that the end of his
cock-head was visible in the wide opening. His slit
was leaking lots of lube now, filling his foreskin as
I twisted it over the engorged head. I went faster and
saw that Rick's eyes had closed as waves of sensation
washed over him. 
     "He's close, real close," Bob muttered as he
continued to caress Rick's inner thighs. "He's gonna
explode any second." I felt Rick's cock swelling to
its final hardness between my palms, and worked his
supple hood faster. Rick groaned loudly, his body
stiffened, and suddenly his hips bucked, thrusting his
hard cock between my palms. I heard him cry out "Jack,
Jack!" in joyful agony as his mind-numbing orgasm
began. His head rocked from side to side as his prick
erupted, sending a thick rope of white cream onto his
chest. 
     His hips bucked upward again, and this time the
hood slid abruptly off the swollen head, which now lay
naked between my palms. I rolled his prick harder,
knowing that the direct friction on the head would
send him to new heights of ecstasy. His hot glans
throbbed in my hands as it spat another torrent of
cream, and I could vicariously feel his orgasm. Bob's
fist tightened around the base of Rick's shaft as the
hot hard prick shot another load.
     The room filled with Rick's cries of pure joy as
I tortured his naked, sensitive cock-head between my
palms. He writhed helplessly as wave after wave of
sensation filled his shuddering body. His face was
contorted in the sweet agony of orgasm as Bob and I
watched his cock spurt again and again. White cream
had spilled all over my hands and I rubbed it into his
throbbing glans to make him spew even more. 
     The throbs weakened, and the jets became dribbles
as Rick slid down from his high. I heard him screech
"Stop!" and I knew his tip had become super-sensitive.
I stopped rolling his prick, letting it throb in my
hands, and felt it become still as his body relaxed.
"Man%2
C that was a hot one," Bob muttered to me. "He really
went for it." He got up and returned from the bathroom
with a hot towel, which he laid over Rick's softening
cock. Rick opened his eyes and looked at us tenderly,
with wordless gratitude. 
     Bob's cock had been drooling lubricant constantly
for the last few minutes, and without a word I pushed
him flat on the bed. Rick cupped his balls with one
hand and began caressing the insides of his thighs. I
spread a towel over him, then clasped his shaft with
one hand and pulled the hood all the way back to bare
the shiny purple head right to the groove. My
fingertips began caressing his hard, sensitive glans
lightly, making him moan and squirm from the first
touch. More lube gushed from his hole, lubricating my
fingertips as I brought him closer to the point of no
return. Bob was already worked up from our mutual play
and helping to make Rick come, and within seconds his
legs were trembling as he struggled to hold back his
orgasm. 
     I wouldn't allow it, and continued my maddening
touches on his super-sensitive glans, feeling it
harden even more under my fingertips. Bob's eyes
closed, and I felt the first hot hard throb as his tip
erupted, shooting a thick jet f white cream onto the
towel as he roared "Jack, Jack, Jack!" His hips bucked
as he shot another torrent of cream, shaft throbbing
in my fist. Rick and I watched his purple tip blast
another jet that arced in a foot-long trajectory.

     Bob's breathing slowed as he began to relax, his
orgasm fading into memory. Rick got a hot towel and
wiped his softening cock. I noticed that Rick's cock
was now about 4" soft, relaxed from his orgasm but
larger than when I'd first seen it. When Bob opened
his eyes, I lay back and spread a towel over myself,
because my hard cock was aching for release. Watching
two hot guys shoot their loads had primed me for a
massive orgasm, and I needed very little to trigger
it.
     Rick cupped my balls as Bob peeled my foreskin
completely off my shiny purple tip, exposing the
flaring ridge and the nerve-studded back face. He
began bumping the thick collar of skin against the
buds of sensation while squeezing the base of my shaft
with his other hand. I felt drops of lubricant
crawling up my tube as Bob relentlessly pushed me
toward the brink. I saw that my prick-head was dark
purple, and felt a tickle in the rim where Bob was
bumping the skin. Then I felt Rick's fingers tapping
on the hard surface of my glans, adding to my
sensations.
     My crotch muscles tensed and I consciously
relaxed them to prolong the build-up, knowing that at
best climax was only seconds away. I felt the tickle
spread all over my turgid tip, then change to a hot
tingle as my consciousness altered. My whole world was
in my cock, and my eyes closed as the head seemed to
swell even more. A gush came up my tube, and suddenly
my entire cock was tingling. 
     A powerful throb in my cockroot squirted the
first jet into my tube, producing a mind-bending
tickling feeling that made me cry out in pure joy. I
felt the torrent of hot lava burn its way up my prick
to erupt violently. My breathing was ragged, and I
sobbed in blissful agony as I felt my foreskin being
pulled forward, bumping over the swollen ridge and
sliding down-hill towards the end. The rush of
sensation shattered me, and I cried out as another hot
jet seared its way through my prick.
      I was shuddering as wave after wave of sensation
washed over me, and more gushes erupted from my prick.
It felt as if my insides were pouring out through my
hot, throbbing cock. Bob pumped my hood over the head,
sending hot sparks of sensations stabbing deeply into
my glans to bring forth more jets. I don't know how
long it lasted, but I felt my throbs growing weaker,
and eventually they stopped. 
     We were spent, exhausted, and satisfied. Bob
wiped off my prick with a wet towel, and as my body
relaxed I came back to the real world. My paper towels
were drenched with cream, and I wadded them as I
slipped into sleep in my recliner.
 
The end