Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2004 06:56:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: All in Good Time, Part 10, M/M, Sci-Fi, 10/10

All in Good Time, Part 10
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Note: This story is fiction, and given the plot,
mainly science fiction or imaginative fiction. Time
travel would be very nice if it were possible to do it
as easily as described here, especially considering
the benefits that this story describes.

Summary: I'd been selected for a secret government
time travel project and traveled back to 1880 New York
City, where I'd met a gay guy, Eric, and his friend,
Danny. One of the benefits of being projected back in
time was that I was physically as if I'd been born in
1850, without vaccination scars, appendectomy, and
most importantly, without the circumcision scar I'd
resented all my life. For the first time, I'd
experienced sex the way it should be, with my fleshy
cuff intact. Foreskins were the norm in 1880, and few
males were without one.
	A major drawback was that I was unvaccinated, and
therefore vulnerable to the diseases, such as smallpox
and syphilis, that were so prevalent at the time.
Fortunately the people directing the time travel
project had sent along a survival kit packed with
extra money, modern medicines, such as antibiotics,
and a pistol. I was so charmed by the 1880s that I was
seriously considering staying there, evading any
attempt to bring me back to my time, the early 21st
Century.
	I'd established myself quickly, buying a house in
upper Manhattan, and had had Eric and Danny as guests,
which had resulted in hot sex for us. It had been so
exciting that we'd decided to get together the next
weekend, again at my house because it offered privacy
and amenities that Eric's rooming house did not.
	Eric, Danny, and I had several exciting sexual
encounters together in my new house. The last one
involved Danny "docking" Eric, and saving the combined
cream for Eric to savor later. That afternoon, we
continued, Eric sucking the accumulated juices from
Danny's prick, and then Danny and Eric used their
tongues around my helmet together to bring me to
orgasm. Finally, Danny and I worked on Eric, and I
used my fingertips caressing his naked glans to make
him erupt.
	Danny promised to bring his friend Tommy along next
time we met. Tommy had an exceptionally nippled
foreskin, and Eric loved sucking it. The next
Saturday, Tommy arrived and we had a tremendously
arousing foursome.
	Weeks later, Frank arrived on my scene, He was a gay
FBI agent sent into the past to investigate and, if
necessary, arrest me. He quickly decided to join me
rather than return to the future where he'd revert to
being circumcised and persecuted for being gay.
	Shortly after Frank's arrival, we encountered another
FBI tracker from the future, Matt, who had been
surgically implanted with a chip to enable the project
staff to monitor his location. Neither Matt nor his
superiors at the project were aware that all surgery
disappeared upon return to the past. The chip was gone
as if it had never existed, and we were able to
dispose of Matt quickly and easily, thus negating the
threat. When we went to gather Matt's belongings from
his hotel, we were followed by Terry, who had been
pressed into service by the project as Matt's "gofer."
Terry was eager to join us, as he was delighted that
he'd regained his foreskin, which had been amputated
without his knowledge or consent during surgery for a
compound fracture when he was 13.
	Terry's foreskin was long, extending almost two
inches beyond the end of his glans, and was a prolific
cheese producer. Eric and his friend, Gary, had come
over one Saturday to taste Terry's accumulation of
smegma, semen, and urine, and had enjoyed themselves
tremendously.

	The characters so far:
	Myself, Jack, age 30, six feet, brown hair and eyes,
six inch erection, long foreskin, and tight sac.
	Eric: My age, blond, blue eyes, erection 5 ¾",
low-hangers, slender build. Eric has a passion for
cock-cheese.
	Danny, about my age and height, brown hair and eyes,
erection about 7", long foreskin and loose sac.
	Tommy, standing about 5'10", slender, with a long
foreskin extending over an inch beyond the end of his
red cherry head, forming a long nipple through which
he was able to pee without splashing. Erect, he
measured about 5 ½" and his sac was loose like the
others.
Frank, age 35, my height, over six inches hard, with
low hangers, shapely  helmet and long foreskin
restored by time travel, as he's from my own time.
Terry, age 25, 5'10", another time traveler. He had
brown hair and eyes, and a 6" prick had with a very
long time-restored foreskin that he treasured because
his original one had been amputated when he was 13.
Gary, a friend of Eric's, who is roughly our age. His
distinctive features are a great love of cock-cheese,
and a piss-slit that is large enough to admit the tip
of the little finger.

Part 10
	Weeks after the encounter with Eric and Gary, Terry
and I were speaking in a desultory way as we drank
coffee in the kitchen. Frank was still asleep. We were
naked, as usual. It was warm in the kitchen, as I kept
the wood stove going constantly, and some of the heat
diffused into the rest of the house.
	"Are you sure they'll never find Matt's body?" Terry
asked suddenly. He looked worried. "If they ever do,
and they do DNA typing, they'll know it's him."
	"Don't sweat it," I replied. "They'll never find the
fucker. The crabs and fish took care of that. We went
out to where we left him last week. There's nothing
left."
	"You're sure that tracking device never came back
with him?" Terry asked. "I know that any signs of
surgery disappeared when we came back here, but I'm
still worried."
	"No sweat," I said. "If the tracking device had
survived, we would have found it where we left the
body. We found absolutely nothing. He's gone, and the
tracking device never existed in this time." I reached
over and tweaked Terry's glans through his long
foreskin to reassure him, and felt his prick throb in
response.
	"I guess we're safe, then," he said. I continued to
tweak the end of his prick, feeling it swell in my
hand.
	"Just relax," I said. "The fucker's gone, just as if
he never existed." Terry's prick was now hard, and his
loose scrotum had begun to creep up towards his body
as it gradually contracted with Terry's rising
excitement.
	"That feels soooo goooooood," Terry sighed, his
attention swerving from his preoccupation with Matt's
fate to the delicious sensations in his prick. Now
that he was hard, I began stripping back his long
hood.
	"Your skin's long, but kinda loose," I said. "That
makes it easier to strip back."
	"Yeah, but it doesn't lock back like yours and
Frank's. I really like the way your skins stay back
behind those high rims." I was using both hands,
stabilizing Terry's prick with one while working the
long fleshy foreskin back along the head with the
other.
	"There, I'm gettin' it," I said as I drew back the
long fleshy tube, exposing Terry's cherry red glans,
which had a thin film of natural secretion coating it.
As the odor filled the air, I inhaled deeply. "I love
the smell of your prick," I added.
	"It wasn't that way before I came back here," he
said. "Now it's nice and wet and sensitive, the way it
was before that butcher of a doctor cut me."
	"The head's so smooth," I commented as I touched the
end lightly with my fingertip. "You're gettin' wet
now." A drop of clear liquid had parted the lips of
Terry's slit, and I began spreading it in small
circles with my fingertip.
	"Yeah, the head got all dry like leather after he cut
my skin off," he said. "I was surprised how much
sensitivity I lost after the operation." I continued
to hold Terry's hood back as I worked my fingertip
lightly over his glans and began circling his rim. The
natural lubricant he was secreting blended with the
smegma, making the surface of his cherry very
slippery.
	"At least you had anesthesia during the cutting," I
said. "Frank and I were done when we were babies, and
it hurt because they didn't even numb our dicks with a
local, even though we don't remember it." Now I was
slowly circling his rim with my fingertip, massaging
in the mixture of liquid lubricant and creamy residue
from his foreskin. My prick had swollen as I'd been
massaging Terry's sensitive tissues, although I hadn't
touched it. Neither had Terry, as he'd been from the
start preoccupied with the delicious sensations I was
giving him.
	"Oh, that's terrific," he said as I worked my
fingertip all around his rim, producing a whirlwind of
sensations in his glans.
	"When you first came here, you couldn't stand to be
touched this way," I said.
	"My tip was so sensitive then."
	"It probably still is," I said. "You seem to be
better able to handle direct action now."
	"You and Frank can handle it pretty well," Terry
said. "Your tips got more sensitive after you got your
skins back, didn't they?"
	"They sure did," I replied. "I remember the first
time I skinned back and touched my tip directly. I
almost jumped through the ceiling. My tip's still
sensitive, but I've gotten used to direct finger
touches." I kept circling his rim as I spoke, working
my way slowly down one side, pausing to strum his
gee-string, and then working up the other side back to
the top. Terry's balls were tight against his body,
and a mild tremor spread through his body as I worked
on his prick.
	"You're gonna make me come," he whispered. "I just
can't stand it anymore." I took this seriously, as I'd
felt his glans lose its sponginess as I'd caressed it.
	"Just try to relax," I counseled. "Right now your
tip's gotten darker, and it's really hard, but I'll
slow down so you don't go over the edge too fast." I
lightened my touch and just teased his rim, working
very slowly around it circumference. Terry was
gasping, letting out soft grunts that advertised his
excitement.
	"Take a few deep breaths," I continued. He did, and
his body relaxed somewhat, but the clear lubricant
continued to flow copiously from his slit, running
down the glans and coating my finger. The thick film
of lube softened the sensations further, and I was
confident that I could keep him at this stage of
excitement for a few more minutes.
	"We haven't seen much of the guys lately," he
commented.
	"That's because we'd better get used to having our
sex with each other," I said. "I guess they understand
how we've partnered up. Anyway, you know how syphilis
and gonorrhea were common in this time, and there was
no cure."
	"We've got antibiotics and they've worked for us so
far," he said.
	"So far," I echoed him. "We don't have an unlimited
supply. One of these days we'll run out, and then
we'll be as vulnerable as everyone else." Terry's dark
red tip had lightened a shade, as the discussion had
taken his mind off his arousal. "How you doin'?" I
asked.
	"Pretty good," he answered. "I don't think I'll come
too soon."
	"Good. Let's keep you that way. The longer we can
keep you goin' the hotter it'll be when I make you
come."
	"Fuck yeah," he breathed. "It's the same for you and
Frank, too, isn't it?"
	"Oh, you bet it is," I replied. "That's why we like
to get up there and stay just below orgasm. The longer
we can hold off, the more intense it is when we let
go."
	"Yeah, just do me," he whispered as his arms dropped
to his sides. He was making every effort to stay
relaxed, letting me control the pace."
	"I want to get you to the point where your tip gets
super-sensitive just as you start to come," I said. "I
think that's where it's gonna feel the most intense."
	"It's pretty sensitive now," he said. "Good thing
you're not pressing hard." I was barely touching his
corona, which was hard and swollen, and I noticed that
his glans had begun to darken again.
	"Aaaahhhhh," he moaned as the pitch of his excitement
rose.
	"That's it, just stay relaxed and let the sensations
hit you," I said. "When you start to come, I'll stop
touchin
g the head and just keep the tension on your skin." I
was barely strumming his hot spot under the head now,
feeling his prick twitching in response.
	"Huuunnnhhhh" he moaned, the sensations intensifying
as he got closer to the brink. I knew that the
explosion would start any second, bringing blessed
relief to his prick.
	"You're leaking a lot of lube," I pointed out as I
placed my fingertip over his gaping slit, whose lips
were parted by a large drop of clear fluid. I spread
it in circles around the red distended head, feeling
its hardness in my fingertip.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as the sensations in
his prick peaked. His face flushed and his eyes closed
as his legs began to tremble.
	"That's it, that's it, Terry," I said, not sure he
was hearing me. "Just let it happen!" A thick spurt of
clear fluid gushed from between his prick-lips as his
grunts became louder, and I knew he was sliding slowly
but inexorably over the edge.
	"HAAAAAHHHHH!" he cried out as his shaft throbbed
between my fingers and his glans hammered against my
caressing fingertip. The first hot white jet erupted
from his straining slit to shoot high in the air, and
I gave the underside of his glans a final press with
my fingertip as the odor of chlorine hit my nostrils.
	"HAH! HAH! HAH!" Terry gasped helplessly as the
second contraction of his cock-root sent another jet
hurtling from his straining glans. I'd stopped
caressing his swollen red tip but kept the tension on
his skin, stretching the nerve endings to give him
enough sensation to keep his orgasm going at full
force.
	"HAH! HAH! HAH! HAAAAAHHHHH!" Terry cried out,
overwhelmed by the blissful agony wracking his body.
His hips lifted from the seat as his cherry erupted a
third time, sending another creamy white rope arcing
into the air. I kept the tension on his shaft-skin,
and cupped his balls with my now free right hand,
pressing my fingertips into the tender, throbbing
flesh behind them.
	"HUNNNHAAAAHHHH!" he groaned as his prick pulsed
again between my fingers. This gush was not as
powerful, and it barely cleared the hole before
running down the underside of his glans and shaft onto
my gripping fingers. Terry groaned again, and this
ejaculation was just a smooth flow from between the
distended lips of his slit, flowing down his prick
past my fingers and onto his scrotum.
	Terry's orgasm subsided after a few more throbs, and
now his slit was just seeping fluid, which was mostly
clear as he'd drained his tanks. His face was flushed,
but the color gradually left it as his prick began to
soften. I watched his body slump as he sank into the
state of profound relaxation that follows orgasm. As I
was gently coaxing his foreskin down over the
shrinking cherry, Frank entered.
	"I can smell what's been going on here," he said. He
was naked, was the kitchen was warm enough not to
require clothing for comfort. As he helped himself to
a cup of coffee I spoke:
	"What's happened?" I asked. "You're not hard like you
usually are in the morning."
	"I already peed," he replied. "You were probably too
busy to hear me." He was right about that. I'd been
concentrating on making Terry get his rocks off, and
Terry had been totally absorbed in the heavenly
sensations in his prick to pay any attention to
anything outside the kitchen. "You look like you're
ready to drop your load."
	"I got hot just making Terry cream his jeans," I
answered. "I'm in no hurry, though. Just drink your
coffee." Now Terry was coming to, and his eyes
fluttered open with a dazed look.
	"Terry's back with us," Frank said in his
matter-of-fact manner. I got up to wipe the floor,
where Terry's cream was cooling, and then washed my
hands, which were covered with the creamy substance.
	"I'd like to shoot the bastard who circumcised me,"
Terry stated vehemently.
	"So would I," I added.
	"Me too," said Frank, "but how?"
	"If we could go back to the year I was hurt," I could
make sure that surgeon wouldn't be in any shape to
operate on me," Terry said.
	"That would mean going back to our time and using the
time machine to get back to when we were born. I
wouldn't know how to run it, even if we got through
the tight security around it."
	"If we went back to our own time, we'd be in deep
shit right from the start," I said. "We wouldn't have
a chance, and we just might wind up being circumcised
the way we were before we left."
	"He's right," Frank confirmed. "Better be happy the
way you are, and forget those dreams about changing
the past."
	"But maybe we could change the past," Terry argued.
"If I could track down the bastard's grandfather, I'd
make sure he never had any kids and grandkids, even if
I had to blow his brains out. I've never shot anybody,
but for this, I'm sure I could."
	"Forget it," Frank said. "How would you know who his
grandfather was?"
	"I know the guy's name was Maxwell," answered Terry.
	"Sure, but we'd have to be in our own time to run a
genealogy on the particular Maxwell who was your
doctor. We happen to be locked into the past. You
wouldn't have any idea which guy named Maxwell to
shoot."
	"Oh, well, I thought it was a good idea. Too bad,"
said Terry.
	"Yeah, it is too bad," I said. "I'd had similar
thoughts, but it just won't work. We'll have to be
happy with what we've got, which is a hell of a lot
more than guys in our own time have."
	"I'd heard of guys who stretched their shaft-skins to
form a new foreskin," said Frank, "but it wasn't the
same as the original."
	"Yeah, all those nerve endings that got cut off are
gone forever," I said. "We've got the real thing,
through a fluke of time travel. I don't know how it
works, but it's working for us." As I said this, I
felt Frank's fingers wrapping around my prick.
	"You've got a really nice skin covering that big
head," he remarked as he lovingly began to slide my
hood back and forth slowly over the helmet.
	"Yours is pretty tight," Terry observed. "It's almost
as tight as mine was when I was a kid."
	"Yeah, it's tighter than mine, for sure," said Frank.
"It skins back all the way, though."
	"I remember how good it felt when mine was that
tight," said Terry. "Just skinning it back felt so
good."
	"Yeah, it really hugs the head," added Frank as he
drew my foreskin back in stages, the way he knew I
liked.
	"My hood really rubs against my helmet," I said. "It
also feels good when it stretches out over the head.
The nerve endings in it get stretched a lot, and this
feels very good." Frank was pulling back on my
foreskin, at first only enough to stretch the pucker
that closed the end and expose my hole, and then he
let it slip forward again. The next time he drew it
back a little farther, stretching the pucker to a
dime-sized opening, tensing the nerve endings against
my expanding helmet. Now he had it back enough to bare
the twin lobes on the underside of my helmet,
enhancing my sensations.
	"Let me help," Terry said as he brought his chair
next to mine. He reached to cup my balls, as he leaned
over to smell my prick. "I like that odor," he
continued.
	"We all like that man-smell," Frank confirmed, and
after Terry had lifted his head he bent his to inhale
the aroma from my prick as he pulled my hood back
farther, almost to the rim.
	"I really like that helmet-shaped head," Terry said
as his fingers gently kneaded my scrotum, adding to
the thrills filling my body. Frank pushed my hood
forward again and then pulled it back far enough so
that the orifice was poised on my rim. He let go for a
moment, and Terry clasped my fleshy ring and pushed it
forward to cover the head again.
  	"You skin him back all the way this time," Frank
said. Terry slowly eased my foreskin back as we all
watched my big purple head come into view again. He
pulled it back to the rim, and then exerted just
enough tension to make it coast over my flaring corona
and snap down into the deep groove behind it. I sighed
deeply as the cool air hit my glans.
	"It's really nice the way it locks back behind the
rim," Terry observed as he bent forward to blow on my
exposed tip, sending a thrill down my glans and shaft.
Now his tongue flicked out to tease my teardrop shaped
slit.
	"I like the way he tastes, too," Terry said to Frank.
Now he ran his tongue around my rim, scooping up the
creamy wetness he found clinging to it.
	"I never had smegma back in our time," I said. "I
didn't have a foreskin, and my prick smelled like any
other part of my body." Terry's tongue was now digging
in between my flaring rim and the thick fleshy ring of
foreskin bunched behind it, caressing the nerve
endings.
	"I didn't either," said Frank. "It was a real thrill
for me to feel that skin over my cock-head, and the
creamy lube under it."
	"Now our cocks smell natural," added Terry as he
lifted his head. The thick cuff of skin behind my
corona set off my cock-rim, contrasting in both
texture and color. Frank commented on this:
	"Look at that big purple helmet," he began. "Then
there's that ring of pale skin behind it, like a
collar." He ran his fingertip around my fleshy collar,
wet with Terry's saliva.
	"That makes my prick tingle," I said. As I spoke,
Terry's right hand wrapped around my shaft and I saw
his left encircle Frank's erection. Now he began
stroking us both, snapping our foreskins over our
straining helmets and bringing them forward until they
puckered at the ends. Now he drew them down,
uncovering our purple helmets with the delicious
friction of lubricated skin.
	"Frank's skin snaps when I jack it," commented Terry.
"Yours is tighter, so it hugs the head."
	"Yeah, mine was always noisy when I jacked it," Frank
confirmed. Terry's eager fingers whipped our hoods up
and down our heads, enhancing our arousal.
	"I'm gonna make you both come," Terry said as he
continued stimulating us. "I wanna see both big dicks
shoot at the same time." My prick was definitely
responding to the excitement, and Frank's balls were
tightening against his body. I reached for Frank's
hand, wanting to be in physical contact with him when
the storm burst over us.
	"Both your tips are good and hard now," Terry
commented. "They're gettin' darker, too.
	"Mine's gettin' that tingle," Frank whispered. "How
`bout you?" he said to me.
	"Me, too," I said, in a strained voice. Frank reached
across his body for my other hand and squeezed it.
	"We'll come together," he said. Terry's fists flew
over our straining pricks, whipping up our excitement
to a frenzy. My eyes closed.
	"Both of you have your eyes closed," I heard Terry
say. My breathing was ragged, and I heard Frank
gasping beside me. My prick was swollen hard, almost
bursting with the pressure of the blood filling it,
and my glans ached for blessed release.
	"OOOOOWWWWWW!" Frank howled beside me as his hands
gripped mine convulsively, and a split second later
the hot tingle in my tip exploded, sending me reeling
into the depths of orgasm. I howled as the first
burning gush seared its way up my shaft, exploding
from my tip. My entire body trembled as the waves of
sensation poured over me, and I knew Frank was feeling
it too.
	"That's it! Go for it!" Terry urged as his fists
continued to stroke our foreskins, snapping them over
our rims. My cock-root again contracted, making me
howl in ecstasy, sending another hot torrent up my
shaft. I felt it round the upward curve in my glans
before it erupted from my straining tip.
	Both Frank and I cried out helplessly as we dissolved
in the ecstasy of our orgasms. I was squeezing his
hands as hard as he was squeezing mine, and it almost
hurt. My prick throbbed again as another stream of hot
lava poured up my tube, sending me to another peak of
frenzied sensation.
	I felt Terry's fist stop on my shaft, holding the
skin back tautly, stretching the nerve endings. He'd
timed it just right, because this was the moment my
tip became super-sensitive. I felt the successive
waves of my orgasm go through me, each making me
discharge another load, until only sporadic drops
bubbled out of my swollen tip. I felt Frank's hands
relax their grip on mine, and I knew that he was
slipping into the same torpor I was.
	We sat there for a long time, as our breathing
returned to normal and our bodies relaxed. Finally, I
opened my eyes to see that terry was still holding our
softening pricks lovingly, cradling them in his
fingers as he bent over to lick the last drops from
our tips. The odor of our chlorine was heavy in the
air, and the floor was wet with our thick creamy
discharges.
	"What now?" Frank asked. I looked at him. "I mean,
where do we go from here? Should we stay in New York,
or move on?"
	"I know what you mean," I said. Terry looked at me
inquiringly. "Look, we've been living here for months,
waiting and wondering if another tracker would be sent
back after us," I explained to him.
	"We've been cruising the streets of mid-town, looking
at the people, trying to see if someone didn't
belong," Frank picked up where I'd stopped. "We've
been looking for people in wash and wear clothes,
people who looked too neat, too clean-shaven, just in
case we might spot another tracker. It gets old."
	`You think we'd be safer elsewhere?" Terry asked.
	"Hey, this is a big country," I responded. "They can
search New York City, but they can't look at the
entire country."
	"We could go to Arizona," Frank suggested. "Every
white man there is from somewhere else, and we'd have
no trouble fitting it. Nobody really expects you to
tell him your life story, and people expect you to be
different from them."
	"I'd always wanted to see what the O. K. Corral
shootout really was like," Terry said. "It's gonna
happen just next year."
	"No reason we can't end up in Tombstone this time
next year," I said. "I'd like to meet Wyatt Earp and
Doc Holiday myself."
	That's how we began planning to get out of New York.
We had many interesting years ahead of us.

END

	This is really the end. There will be no more
chapters.