Date: Sun, 12 Dec 2004 07:03:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: All in Good Time, Part 2, SF, 2/10

All in Good Time, Part 2
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.

	I'd been selected for a secret government time travel
project, as described in Part 1, 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 all my anatomy intact. Also, foreskins were the
norm in 1880, and few males were without one.
	A major drawback, as I'd realized, 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 modern medicines, such as
antibiotics, and I'd retrieved it.
	Also included in the survival kit was a SIG Model
229, a large auto pistol in .357 SIG. Contrary to what
some believed, the streets of New York were very
dangerous during the late 19th Century, making Dodge
City seem peaceful by comparison, and street gangs
were prevalent, dominating some neighborhoods. I also
had a Galco shoulder holster for wearing the gun under
my jacket, and never went out without it. The first
rule of survival, though, was to avoid trouble, and I
was careful where I went, hoping never to have to use
the pistol.
	They had also devised a way for me to communicate
with them by leaving a note packed in a waterproof
tube, several of which were in the survival kit,
buried under a bench in Central Park, where they'd dig
it up in their own time. I hadn't yet decided whether
or not I'd let them know that I'd arrived safely,
realizing that I had plenty of time to bury a message
before they dug it from the ground. 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.
	Right now I was concentrating on establishing myself
in the 19th Century, and I went out looking for an
apartment or a house. I had plenty of money, as the
government had printed a stack of banknotes for me.
Someone planning the logistics had not realized that
because of inflation, the $100,000 they'd sent back
with me was a fabulous sum in those days, and would
last me the rest of my life. I intended to invest most
of it, having the advantage of knowing which companies
would do well, and my first move in this regard was to
sink all but $10,000 into Westinghouse stock.
	I found a house in northern Manhattan, near Harlem
and convenient to downtown and midtown by way of a
horse-drawn bus line, and bought it. It only took me a
week to buy and furnish the house, and now I was ready
to invite my new friend Eric for the weekend.
	Eric arrived Saturday morning, and we wasted no time
undressing. Eric was about four inches shorter than my
six feet, and slightly thinner. His foreskin was both
shorter and thinner than mine, not quite covering the
head, and his slit was clearly visible in the
dime-sized opening at the end. Eric touched the end of
my long foreskin nipple with his fingertip, knowing
that this would excite me.
	"I remember yours gets about six inches hard," he
said. "Longer than mine, and a bit thicker too."
	"Your five and a half inches do all right," I
answered. "You really shoot your juice when you
spunk." I was slipping easily into the 19th Century
usage.
	We got hard quickly, and Eric observed:
 	""Your skin covers the tip even now that you're
hard," he said. "That's very sexy." I felt his warm
fingers lightly circling the edge of my foreskin
orifice, sending messages of delight into its many
nerve endings.
	"Yours slips most of the way back on its own," I said
as I looked at his cock-head, which was less bulky
than mine. The foreskin was poised on the rim, and I
grasped his shaft skin and pulled lightly to free his
corona. The delicious aroma of his wet glans filled
the air, and I saw the light coating of white cream
around his rim. There was much less emphasis on
meticulous hygiene back then, as the barrage of
advertisements for deodorants had not yet begun, and
human odors were accepted as normal. "Your balls hang
low, but I know they'll pull up against your body
soon."
	"Yours are always a little tight," he said. He
grasped my scrotum with his other hand and tugged
gently. "See? I can stretch the skin."
	"That feels good," I said. "You always know what to
do to me."
	"I don't like to brag," he said, "but I'm a real
expert on cocks and what it takes to pleasure them. I
know your skin's tight, but I can push it back without
hurting you. I'm going to push it back now so that I
can see the head." His fingers expertly grasped my
foreskin around my corona and eased it back to form a
thick fleshy collar behind my rim.
	"I like the way your skin stays back by itself.
You've got a nice big rim, like Danny." Danny had
joined us during our first sex encounter in Eric's
room the previous week. "Both your rims turn up at the
edge." He leaned forward and licked the front dome of
my helmet.
	"That's nice, very nice," I murmured.
	""You've got more cheese than last time," he
observed. "Yours smells as nice as Danny's. I can also
taste the piss," he continued.
	"I was careful not to wash it," I said. "I saved it
up just for you because I saw how you liked it on
Danny."
	"I like the big heads on your cock and Danny's.
They're very attractive."
	"I know you told me how you like comparing cocks," I
reminded him. Mine loves attention, so go right
ahead."
	"Some cocks are bigger, and others smaller. The size
of the heads are different, too, and especially the
shape. Some are like arrowheads, and others like
mushrooms. I've seen little ones, like acorns, as
well."
	"I've seen cocks like those," I said.
	"The skins are different, too. Mine's thin and yours
is thick. Some are so short they just about cover the
rim, even when the guy's soft. Yours is very long, and
I like the nipple in front of the head when you're
soft. It must feel good to twist it, doesn't it?" His
fingers closed around my shaft and twisted my foreskin
collar behind the head. His lips closed around the
bulky front dome of my helmet.
	"Oooooohhhh, that feels so good," I exclaimed. He
lifted his head.
	"I knew it would. I remember last time when I sucked
you I brought my lips down as I pulled your skin back,
and then pulled your skin up when I raised my head." I
leaned down and licked at the large clear drop that
had parted the lips of his slit, relishing the rich
salty flavor.
	"That's another way we're different, Eric. Your
cock's much juicier than mine." I licked my lips.
	"The cheese around your head's really tasty, though.
Too bad you don't have as much as Danny." Eric raised
his head to kiss me lightly on the lips, and we
inhaled the cock smells.
	"This is really nice," I said as we broke. "I was
never able to bend far enough to taste my own cock,
but just now I tasted it on your lips."
	"Delicious, isn't it?" He smiled. Now I got into a
"69" position with him and took his hard glans in my
mouth as I felt his lips close once more around mine.
His tongue flicked across my slit, heightening my
excitement. I locked my lips into the groove behind
his rim, pulling back hard on his skin to stretch it
tightly. My other hand cupped his balls, feeling their
warmth as they contracted between my fingers.
	Now Eric began the familiar pumping action on my
foreskin as his lips moved up and down my glans. He
was an expert in coordination, pulling my foreskin
forward to cover the helmet as his lips moved back.
Then he pulled my hood back to bare the helmet to his
hungry mouth, engulfing it with his lips right down to
the corona. His fingers continued to tug on my scrotal
skin, adding to my excitement.
	I compressed his corona between my lips as I flicked
my tongue across his slit, tasting each drop of
slippery fluid as it emerged. I swallowed and resumed
flicking my tongue, knowing that this excited him,
wondering which of us would shoot first.
	There wasn't any doubt. Eric was an expert at
pleasuring an uncut cock, and his lips and tongue soon
brought me to the edge. I felt my glans swelling under
the excitement, aching for relief.
	"I'm gonna take my mouth off," I said. "I think I'll
be spurting any second." I didn't want to bite him
inadvertently when the spasms hit me. He redoubled his
efforts, and now I felt a tickling in my rim as his
lips and fingers took turns compressing it. He'd
tightened his grip on my foreskin and each time he
brought it up he squeezed the nerve endings in my
corona. I felt the familiar tickle turn into a hot
tingle that told me I was right on the edge, and then
my eyes closed as I became totally caught up in the
sensations.
	I felt his teeth scrape the broad upper surface of my
glans as he withdrew, sending hot sparks of sensation
stabbing deeply into my helmet, and then I came.
	A hot jolt wracked my shaft and cock-root, and I
cried out as the first jet poured into my urethra,
burning its way up my tube and into his mouth. I was
totally helpless as he sucked the orgasm from my
tortured body, and I shuddered as another torrent
spurted from my throbbing helmet. His fingers
tightened around my prick as he yanked my foreskin
back hard and brought his lips forward to engulf my
glans right down to the groove behind the rim. I cried
out again, gasping, grunting, lost in the free-fall of
my orgasm.
	Now I felt the cool air on my helmet as he removed
his lips. My tip was becoming too sensitive, but the
continued tension on my shaft skin kept my foreskin
and gee-string taut, stimulating me to further
ejaculations. The hot torrents felt like lava in my
prick, and a burning sensation filled my urethra right
to the end. My helmet throbbed with each discharge,
and my legs trembled under the tension.
	Now I felt the power of my discharges lessening, and
my jets slowed to a dribble that oozed from my still
distended slit onto his waiting tongue. He barely
touched my tip as he licked the droplets away, as it
was still too sensitive.
	I felt myself relax as the orgasm faded, and now I
was sinking into the aftershock. I lay still, saying
nothing, for a minute or two, as I felt Eric's fingers
delicately pulling my foreskin forward. I felt it snap
up over my rim and begin its down-hill slide to engulf
my helmet. Then I opened my eyes to see Eric's hard
prick still in front of my face. I advanced to take
the purple head between my lips and began sucking,
eager to give him the same pleasure he'd given me.
	"I felt your tip swelling in my mouth," he said, "and
then it began throbbing when you started spunking. You
were really yelling then, and your jets of spunk
almost drowned me." I said nothing as I was busy
building his excitement. I was stroking his exposed
glans with my lips, bringing up his foreskin to meet
my lips as he'd done to my prick, and I knew this was
having an effect on him because I felt the tip swell
and harden against my tongue and palate.
	"Your tip was so big and purple when you were
spunking," Eric said in a tight whisper as I pumped my
lips back and forth along his tip, bringing the
foreskin forward and back at the same time. His
breathing grew heavy, and he began whimpering softly.
	Salty juice poured from his slit as I worked on his
mushroom tip, and Eric fell silent as the excitement
overtook him. I knew the sensations in his prick had
captured his total attention, and that he wouldn't be
saying anything more until he started grunting with
his orgasm. He was breathing heavily now, the effort
making his chest heave, as he climbed the last few
steps to the brink.
	I was sucking his glans hard, stroking his foreskin
in rhythm with my lips, and tugging on his sac,
stretching the thick skin, rich in nerve endings. I
felt the first har
d throb of his glans against my tongue, and tasted the
thick and salty rush of juice that spurted from his
slit. The taste of chlorine filled my mouth and I
heard Eric grunt loudly with the first shock of
orgasm. He grunted again, more loudly, as his
straining glans shot another heavy load into my mouth
before I'd finished swallowing the first.
	His shaft throbbed between my encircling fingers and
another hard blast of cream hit the back of my throat.
Eric cried out helplessly as the intense sensations
filled his body, and I felt his prick pulse again as
it shot another discharge into my tonsils.
	I removed my mouth, knowing the hyper-sensitivity
would hit him any second, but I kept a tight grip on
his shaft and scrotum, stimulating him to continued
ejaculations. I saw a thick jet slam through the lips
of his slit, arcing through the air on its path to my
open mouth. Eric cried out again, and another heavy
spurt shot from his purple tip.
	His next grunt brought another discharge, but this
one merely seeped from his slit, and I quickly licked
it from his sensitive tissues. His prick pulsed
several more times, followed by more dribbles that
gradually became clear as he drained himself. His body
began to relax as his breathing returned to normal,
and I knew he was now in a deep daze, ready to go to
sleep. I still held his prick as it softened, and when
his breathing told me that he was asleep, I gently
pulled his foreskin forward to protect the precious
head.
	I was decided on letting him sleep as long as he
wished, because I knew that an orgasm took a lot out
of him. My orgasm had energized me, but his had
sedated him profoundly.
	I began preparing lunch, as I knew Eric would be
hungry upon awakening, and I was beginning to feel
that way as well. Fortunately, I'd never been heavily
drawn into the world of microwaves and frozen pizzas,
and therefore was not handicapped in trying t cook
using traditional methods. I'd bought some sausages
and peppers at the market the day before, and now set
about preparing them with tomato sauce.
	I had resigned myself to living without the
conveniences of 21st Century life, and really did not
miss them. I also knew that I was safe from the
hazards of the future, such as the nuclear bomb
smuggled in at Kennedy Airport, which had devastated a
large part of Brooklyn and Queens in 2006. If I
remained in my present time, I wouldn't live long
enough to see such horrors.
	I'd gathered that gays lived a shadow existence in
the 19th Century, which was intolerant of many
deviations from the norm. This didn't bother me much
because New York was a cosmopolitan city, with a large
underground gay population. I knew enough to avoid
foolishness such as quick encounters in public parks,
which risked being interrupted by the police, and felt
confident that I could enjoy myself behind closed
doors.
	I heard Eric stirring in the bedroom and went in as
he sat up on the bed.
	"Have a good nap?" I asked cheerfully.
	"Oh, I really slept," he said. "Spunking always
knocks me out. You saw that last time."
	"I know. You spunked hard. I felt your cock
throbbing, and I drank your cream as fast as you could
let it out."
	"I've never heard it called cream," he said, and I
realized that I'd have to work hard at adopting 19th
Century jargon.
	"Well, that's what I call it sometimes," I said.
"I've traveled around the country a little and heard
different names for it. Ready for a bath before we
eat?" He nodded and I led him into the bathroom, where
I'd had a big bathtub with a shower head installed.
	"I've never seen one of those things before," he
said, pointing at the shower head.
	"It's something new," I explained. You don't have to
sit in your dirty bath water. After you take your
bath, you can drain the water and rinse off with
that." I began filling the tub, which was typical 19th
Century iron, large enough to hold two people with
their legs intertwined. I took off the apron I'd used
while cooking because I didn't want hot grease
splattering onto my unprotected groin.
	"I haven't had a real bath in years," he said. "At my
rooming house we use a pan full of hot water and a
washcloth."
	"Well now you can enjoy the experience. Just get in
and I'll get in with you." He sat down at one end and
I sat facing him, my legs outside of his, our groins
fully exposed to each other's gaze and touch. I handed
him the soap and a washcloth and he began washing
himself. I took another washcloth and lathered myself.
	"Jack, that hot water's making me want to pee," he
said shyly. The water was very hot, as hot as I could
stand it, and was having the same effect on me.
	"Go ahead. Just relax and let it out," I said. "We'll
rinse it off with the shower." Eric's slit was visible
through the opening in his foreskin, and I saw the
lips part as his yellow stream forced its way between
them. A moment later I felt my stream begin, and felt
it swirling around my glans before coursing through my
long foreskin nipple into the water. My foreskin
ballooned slightly under the pressure, and when Eric
noticed this he reached down and pinched the end.
	"Guys with long skins can do this," he said as we
both watched my foreskin swelling. He released my
nipple and the trapped fluid poured out in a thick
yellow gush. We finished draining ourselves but he did
not release my prick.
	"Let me wash you down there," he suggested. "I really
enjoy handling your cock, with that big head and all
that skin covering it."
	"Only if you let me wash you," I countered, and
reached for him. The thin foreskin slid easily back
from his head, and I wrapped the soapy washcloth over
his exposed glans, which began swelling under my
touch. 	Eric grasped my prick and tried to push back
my foreskin without success.
	"It should go back better because your tip's not
swollen," he said.
	"There's no resistance now that I'm soft. My cock
just shrinks back inside my foreskin."
	"It's such a long foreskin too," he said. "There's a
lot to pull back." My prick began hardening at his
touch, and by the time it was halfway hard he was able
to push the hood back behind my corona.
	"See, that wasn't so hard," I said.
	"I like the way it forms a collar behind your rim,"
he said. "That leaves the curves of your beautiful
head out in the open when it locks back."
	"Yours slips forward unless I hold it back," I
observed.
"Now that you're hardening it'll stay back just
covering the rim." I let go of his shaft and the hood
slipped forward to encase his corona. At this point
both our tips were above the waterline.
	"I don't have that big rim you've got," he added,
running a finger around my thick flaring ridge.
	"Your balls are loose now that you're in the hot
water," I observed.
	"Your bag's not as tight as before," he said. "The
hot water's affecting it too."
	"Still tighter than yours," I replied. "Mine's always
been on the tight side."
	"It shows the shape of your eggs better than mine, I
think," was Eric's comment. "Anyway, you're a bit
hairier than I am." As he spoke, he began stroking my
foreskin up and down. I grasped his and said:
	"That feels good, but are you sure you want to spunk
in here? We can rinse it off with the shower after
we're through, anyway." His fingers accelerated on my
prick, and I knew he wanted to come right then and
there. I was willing too, and grasped his prick. As I
began working his foreskin up and down, I saw drops of
fluid seeping from the tip of his glans, which was
just above the water.
	Eric's face had a drawn look, as he was totally
captivated by my stroking and his need to discharge.
Our cock comparisons had excited him and he urgently
needed to drain himself. I felt his fingers whipping
my foreskin up and down, snapping it over my corona
and covering my helmet completely, and then reversing
direction to yank it back down into the deep groove
behind my rim. Each stroke compressed my flaring ridge
and the nerve endings within it, as well as stretching
my foreskin.
	"Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh," he said as I stroked his
foreskin while tugging on the lower edge of his
scrotum. As his foreskin was shorter than mine, I got
it only halfway up the head before I had to reverse
direction. However, this was giving his rim a thorough
workout, alternately compressing and releasing it, and
each time I stroked his hood back the head seemed
larger and darker. I also felt it hardening through
the skin, further evidence of his mounting excitement.

	The tension was also building in my body, partly
because of his magic touch on my prick, and because I
was in the warm water with this hot guy, handling his
pretty penis and feeling its excitement grow. We were
sharing the same experience at the same moment, and I
wondered which of us would be the first to cream.
	Eric's digital persuasion was having a profound
effect on me, and I felt my helmet swelling within his
fingers as he continued to slide my foreskin over it.
The familiar tickle was building up in my rim and I
began to feel the slight ache in my glans that told me
that I needed release. I saw Eric's eyes close a
moment before mine did, and now we were both
withdrawing into ourselves as our sensations built.
	Eric's fingers suddenly tightened around my prick,
and the tickling feeling in my rim exploded to engulf
the entire glans before changing to the hot tingle
that was the precursor to my orgasm. I grunted loudly
and felt my cock-root contract sharply to squirt the
first jet into my tube. The semen burned its way up my
prick like hot lava before exploding from my tip, and
as I felt it slam through the lips of my orifice I
heard Eric's wail as his prick throbbed hard in my
fist.
	We were both exploding, joyfully shooting our jets as
we shared the magic moment. My excitement fed on his,
and I ejaculated again with a loud cry. Eric yelped as
his prick pulsed between my fingers, and I knew that
another long jet had spurted from his swollen tip. My
prick throbbed again, and I shuddered as the hot
liquid forced its way up my shaft, into the glans, and
out the end. We were both grunting in passion,
overwhelmed by the hot sensations we were sharing,
happy that we were coming together, feeling each
other's throbbing pricks.
	Now Eric yanked my foreskin all the way down, holding
it drawn tightly back, and I did the same, knowing
that his prick would become super-sensitive any
moment. The tension on the rich nerve endings kept our
orgasms going until they became dribbles, and the
throbs faded to stillness.
	I opened my eyes first, a second before Eric opened
his, and saw our bubbles of cream floating in the
water. Threads of semen trailed down toward the bottom
of the tub, while other lay on the surface.
Wordlessly, I pulled him upright and turned on the
shower to rinse off the cream  before it coagulated in
our body hairs. The hot spray stimulated our bladders
again, and we flushed ourselves completely, watching
the yellow streams falling down into the water at the
bottom of the tub. When we'd finished, we milked each
other's prick to expel the residue, drawing back the
hoods to rinse the glans, and then bringing them down
again to protect the tender tissues.
	"We were both so excited," Eric said. I was a bit
surprised after we spunked so much in the bedroom."
	"I guess we still had some in reserve," I said.
	After drying ourselves, we got dressed and ate in the
kitchen. Eric loved Italian food, and he ate with
gusto. I pulled the cork from a bottle of red wine, as
screw caps were far in the future.
	"Maybe next week you can bring your friend Danny
along," I suggested. "We enjoyed ourselves at your
place, and we'll have more time and more room here."
	"I'll ask him when I see him," Eric said. "I'm sure
he'll appreciate your invitation. I'll tell him not to
wash his cock all week."
	"I know how you love to eat his cheese," I said.
	"Not just his. Don't you wash yours either. What I
tasted today of yours was delicious. If you have to
spunk, do it, but leave some inside your skin. It'll
taste delicious mixed with your piss and cheese."
	"I'll do that," I answered. We finished our meal and
Eric left, as he had to work that evening.
	That week, I further explored New York City, which at
the time consisted of only Manhattan Island. Greater
New York, encompassing the five boroughs, was not to
be until 1898. I considered getting a telephone, as
telephones were beginning to be introduced, but
quickly found that most lines were in the business
district around Wall Street, and that running a line
to my house would cost a prohibitive amount. It would
also make me conspicuous, something I wished to avoid.

	I did buy an icebox for my kitchen. Refrigerators
were in the future, and I accepted delivery of a block
of ice every second day from the iceman, who came
around in his horse-drawn wagon. I also had to drain
the pan under the icebox every day, as it was not
connected to the drain in my house.
	I became accustomed to making do with gas lighting,
as electricity was not available where I lived. This
was acceptable, as long as I minimized the risk of
fire by not having any curtains near the gas lamps.
Gas burned cleaner than kerosene, which was what many
people used.
	Next Saturday Eric and Danny arrived around nine, and
we wasted no time undressing and moving to the
bedroom. Danny was about my height, six feet, and his
pendulous prick hung attractively in front of his
large, low hanging sac. Danny had a long foreskin,
like mine, and the outline of his big-rimmed helmet
was very visible through the fleshy covering.
 	Eric sat on the bed and grasped Danny's prick,
carefully drawing back the long foreskin, which was
looser than mine. Danny's ripe man-smell filled the
air, and Danny said:
	"I've been saving up my cheese for you," as the long
white-coated head emerged from its fleshy covering.
Eric began lapping at Danny's helmet-shaped head,
relishing its aroma and taste.
	"Good thing we have these skins," he said as he
licked his lips. "They smell so nice, and they gather
the cheese."
	"I met a guy who didn't have a skin," Danny said.
"His cock looked funny, with the head always sticking
out."
	"Was he Hebraic?" Eric asked, using the 19th Century
term for "Jew."
	"No, I don't think he was. He was 20, and he told me
that his father had caught him doing onanism (the old
term for masturbation) when he was 13 and taken him to
the doctor. The doctor told them that he would drive
himself insane if he kept doing it, and that the only
cure was removing the skin, by circumcision. The
doctor gave him some ether and cut off his skin right
then." I winced, remembering that my mother had told
me that I had been circumcised without anesthetic as a
baby. The nurse just held me down while the doctor cut
off my foreskin as I screamed my lungs out.
	"What happened to him then?" I asked.
	"When I saw him, the head of his cock was dry, and
wasn't smooth like mine," Danny continued. "It was
more like leather, and he said he'd lost a lot of
feeling."
	"I guess he didn't have any cheese, either," I
commented.
	"No, no cheese, and no skin, just a jagged scar
behind the head."
	"I'm glad nothing like that happened to me or you,"
Eric said as he shivered at the thought. I understood
Eric's feeling, more profoundly than I could ever
explain to him.
	"Right," Danny said. "Playing with my skin is such
fun." Eric's tongue flicked out and tickled Danny
under the head, probing the vee-shaped cleft where the
two halves of his corona met. He pulled back harder on
Danny's foreskin as his prick began to swell and
strummed the gee-string with his tongue.
	"Oh, that tickles so much," Danny said as we watched
his prick stiffen to its full seven inches. Mine was
swelling too, although nobody had touched it yet, as
the view was exciting me. Danny noticed my arousal and
reached over to me, his warm fingers closing
delicately around my shaft as he began stretching my
foreskin back slowly. I saw that Eric's prick had
begun to swell as he'd sucked on Danny's cheesy glans.
	"Jack's skin's tighter than yours," Eric told Danny.
"I bet he's got some cheese underneath too. I told him
to save it up for me." Danny's fingers continued their
delicate work, easing my hood back. Now the nipple was
expanded over my helmet, and the distended slit was
barely visible through the opening.
	"I can see his teardrop," Danny commented as he held
my prick up to point at his face. "I really like that.
I like the way his skin smells, too." Now his fingers
pushed down a bit more, and the end of my foreskin
formed a dime-sized opening as it stretched over the
front dome of my glans.
	"His head's blunter than yours," Eric commented. He
continued to lick at Danny's helmet, caressing the
broad upper surface before running his tongue-tip
around the rim. The copious white coating that covered
Danny's glans was quickly disappearing as Eric tongued
it.
	"I'm gonna find out how much cheese Jack's got," said
Danny as he pushed my foreskin back to uncover the
dome. I knew he'd find a thick white film on my
helmet, as I'd checked just before they'd arrived.
	"Let's lie down," I said. "It'll make it easier."
Danny lay on the bed and Eric lay down beside him,
still lapping at his big swollen helmet. I sat beside
Danny to give him access to my prick while I grasped
Eric's man-meat and began working his foreskin back.
The head was already halfway out as Eric's short
foreskin had drawn back with his erection, and I saw
that the head was also white-coated.
	"You're leaking," Eric commented as he lapped at the
clear drop that had parted the lips of Danny's slit.
Danny was sighing in delight as Eric was worshipping
his big prick, and more fluid appeared at his slit. I
saw that Danny's balls were drawing up against his
body.
	"You've got a lot of cheese, especially down in the
groove," Danny said as he drew my foreskin back behind
my rim, pulling tightly to expose the corona and the
delicate tissue behind it. "It smells real nice."
	"Save it for me," Eric said. "You know how I like to
eat cheese."
	"That's Eric's favorite food," Danny said to me. "He
loves mine, and now he's gonna love yours too." As he
spoke, I began working Eric's foreskin lightly up and
down, compressing the rim of his mushroom with every
stroke. Eric was finishing cleaning Danny's helmet,
which was now fully swollen, dark and glossy purple.
He moved his body to get at mine, pushing Danny's hand
away. With the release of tension, my foreskin moved
forward to form a thick fleshy collar behind my rim,
hiding the heavy accumulation of cheese in my groove.
Danny arranged himself to lick at Eric's prick, which
I'd released as Eric had begun working on me. I leaned
over to smell Danny's prick, which still had a rich
masculine odor despite the thorough cleaning
administered by Eric. When the next drop appeared at
his slit, I licked it away.
	"I like the way you taste," Danny commented between
licks. He was lapping at the front of Eric's head, and
then he drew the foreskin back to dig into his groove,
circling the rim carefully and caressing its many
nerve endings. Now he pursed his lips and engulfed
Eric's glans completely, sucking hard, as he pushed
back hard on Eric's shaft skin to make sure the head
was bare. Eric began to shudder. His lips tightened
around my glans, sucking hard, as his tongue worked
the surface to lick away my accumulated secretions.
	Danny drew back enough to tickle Eric's slit with his
tongue-tip, swiping sideways and snapping the lips
with each stroke. Eric's tip was ruddy purple, dark
and glossy, and his balls were tight against his body.

	Eric twisted his head, his lips rotating around my
rim, as he tickled my slit with his tongue. Now, as
his excitement built, he pulled back, still grasping
my shaft and pushing the skin down hard towards the
base. He was breathing hard, and I knew the excitement
was catching up to him because he was grunting at
every touch of Danny's lips on his rock-hard prick.
	Eric cried out as his fist gripped my shaft
convulsively, and I saw his eyes close as Danny's lips
locked behind his rim. His hips bucked, thrusting his
prick deeper into Danny's mouth, and he yelped again.
Danny's cheeks sank in his face as he sucked hard on
Eric's glans, and I saw his Adam's Apple move
convulsively.
	Now Danny moved away from Eric's prick, still holding
it around the shaft, and we watched his slit
stuttering its liquid messages. Several more jets flew
from Eric's tip, landing on Danny's face and dribbling
down to the bed-sheet, before his ejaculations
relented to a slow ooze.
	The tension left Eric's body as his breathing slowed,
and his eyes were still closed as he relaxed on the
bed, releasing my turgid prick. Danny looked at me and
nodded.
	"He's gonna go to sleep now," he said to me.
	"I know," I answered. "Spunking always hits him
hard."
	"He's always stunned after he spunks," Danny said.
"He always goes to sleep without opening his eyes." He
licked at the clear fluid now seeping from Eric's
softening glans, milking the shaft, and when his penis
had shrunk enough he pulled Eric's foreskin over the
head.
	"Last time I was the first to spunk," I said, "but
this time he was so excited by licking both of us that
he went over the edge first."
	"He got all my cheese, and he got yours too," I said
as I gently stroked Danny's long foreskin up over his
helmet.
	"Your tip's nice and clean now," Danny commented as
he swiveled around to put his lips on it. The touch of
his warm lips excited me, and I licked his flaring rim
to caress the many nerve endings.
	"You've got a beautiful tip," I said between licks.
	"Yours is beautiful too," Danny replied. "Nicer than
Eric's but don't tell him that."
	"Good thing he's asleep now. He didn't hear us," I
said.
	"I like playing with his cock," Danny said. "I like
the way he spunks, just pouring it out, and then he
goes to sleep because he's drained."
	"What else do you like to do with him?" I asked.
	"One thing we did last year was put his tip inside my
skin. His tip's smaller than yours or mine, and there
was just room enough for him. It was a tight fit,
though." I was a bit surprised at hearing this,
although I shouldn't have been. When everybody had a
foreskin, it was inevitable that some would try
docking, although I was sure they didn't call it that
back then.
	"He must have enjoyed spunking into your skin," I
said.
	"Oh, yes he did. Having his tip inside my skin really
got him worked up. I told him to take it easy so that
it would last longer, but he couldn't do it."
	"You must have enjoyed it too," I said. "I'm sure you
could feel his tip throbbing against yours at the
end."
	"I did enjoy it. When he started to spunk, I felt his
hot fluid going into my skin, and then behind the
head. It felt really hot in my groove when he spit it
into me."
	"Maybe Eric and I can try it next time. I'm not sure
I can fit him in, though. My skin's tighter than
yours."
	"Damn it, I wish you could put your tip inside my
skin now," Danny said, "but your head's a lot bigger
than Eric's. It'll fit in my mouth, though." He
brushed his warm lips against the front dome of my
glans, sending an electric thrill down my shaft. I did
the same to his, and felt him shudder.
	"That gave you a thrill, didn't it?" I asked.
	"It really did," he answered. "I'm all worked up this
morning, anyway. First I got my cock cleaned by a guy
who really loves my cheese, and that almost made me
spunk. Now I'm with a guy who has a beautiful cock, a
lot like mine, and a long tight skin." He pulled my
foreskin forward to cover the helmet and pushed his
tongue inside the tight opening. I saw the bulge of
his tongue working its way into my hood, caressing the
glans and the inner lining of my hood.
	"It feels so good when your tongue stretches my
foreskin," I said. "You'll make me spunk if you keep
it up." Danny's tongue swept around my glans to the
cleft underneath, caressing my frenulum. He removed
his tongue and raised his head.
	"You've got a deeper groove down there than I have.
That's really nice." As he spoke, he pulled my hood
down half-way to examine the head. "Your string's not
as thick as mine," he remarked. I inspected the
underside of his glans.
	"I think your groove's as deep as mine, but your
string's thicker, and that fills it up so it doesn't
seem as deep."
	"Pull down on my skin," he urged. "That feels good
because it stretches the nerve inside it, and it makes
the head dip down towards my balls." I did as he
asked, making his glans dip, and he sighed in delight.
I was a bit surprised, but after all, I wasn't very
familiar with foreskins and frenulums, as I'd had mine
only a couple of weeks and most guys from my time had
been cut.
	"Would that make you spunk if I kept it up?" I asked.

	"You bet it would," he replied. "Sometimes, when I do
myself, I just keep my skin pulled back tight, and I
can finish myself off just that way." I kept up the
tension, noting that this stretched the skin of his
glans and made it even glossier.
	"Let me try to see what this does," I said, and began
pumping his shaft-skin, stretching it back tightly to
make the big helmet dip, and then releasing the
tension so that it bobbed back up to its normal
position. Danny's eyes glazed, and he began to breathe
heavily. His slit disgorged copious amounts of clear
lube, which ran down the groove underneath and over my
fingers and his tightly-stretched foreskin.
	"You're gonna make me spunk," he whispered.
	"I want to, Danny. I want to make that big head of
yours turn darker and start spitting at me." I
increased my pace and his legs began to tremble. Now I
put my mouth of the head, feeling it dip between my
lips, so that I'd catch his cream when he let go.
	Danny was moaning now, intent upon the glorious
sensations in his prick, as I rapidly pumped him to
orgasm. His glans was hard and swollen, and I tasted
the steady flow of lube pouring from his slit. I moved
my mouth down so that my lips locked behind his rim
and my tongue strummed his gee-string. He was unable
to resist the compelling sensations, and began to
grunt loudly. My other hand cupped his balls, and my
fingers kneaded the tender flesh to add to his
excitement.
	"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" he bellowed as I felt his helmet
throb in my mouth. An instant later a flood of cream
shot from his orifice, hitting the back of my throat
and filling my mouth and nose with the odor of
chlorine. I swallowed hard, just in time to receive
the next discharge, and swallowed again. Now he was
mine, and I pulled down hard on his skin, the tension
distorting the glans as it dipped and shot another
torrent into my throat.
	I removed my mouth, knowing that he'd become too
sensitive any second, but continued to pump his
shaft-skin, to keep his orgasm going. His bobbing
glans poured a long rope of cream onto my waiting
tongue, and I swallowed it avidly. His large throbbing
helmet was inches from my eyes as it spurted again,
and his heavy grunts filled the room.
	Now the force of his jets weakened, and a steady flow
of juice dropped onto my tongue. I saw that it had
lost its milkiness, and was becoming clear like his
lubricant. I loosened my grip on his shaft, allowing
the head to pop up to its normal position. I milked
Danny's shaft gently to bring the residue up to his
slit, where I licked away the delicious salty drops.
Finally, I brought his long hood forward to cover his
tip.
	After a minute, Danny came up out of his reverie and
opened his eyes. The fury of his orgasm had shaken
him, and his voice was weak as he said:
	That was really something! I don't usually spunk that
hard!" Eric was still asleep.
	"You were really shooting your spunk, not dribbling,"
I said. "Your tip was hard like a marble against my
tongue."
	"Well, you did a wonderful job. Now I want to do the
same for you." He looked at my bare-headed prick, as
the foreskin had been locked behind the ridge when
he'd let go at the start of his orgasm. "Do you have
any oil? Cooking oil?"
	"Yes, in the kitchen," I answered, getting up to
bring back a bottle. Danny pulled the cork from the
bottle and, holding his finger over the opening,
poured a few drops on my helmet.
	"Now this is what I'm going to do," he said as he
closed the bottle and grasped my shaft behind the head
with his left hand. "I'm going to hold your cock like
this, and massage the head with my fingertips." He
began spreading the oil over my glans with his rough
fingertips, and the sensation was so sharp that I
shrank back and gasped even though the oil was
softening the sensations.
	"I know this is a powerful sensation, especially
because your tip's so sensitive, but try to relax and
bear it, because this will give you the most powerful
spunk you've ever had." He continued to massage my
glans, which immediately hardened as it swelled to
full size, as it does immediately before orgasm. Danny
had me gasping and grunting with the intense
sensations he was pouring into my tortured helmet, and
I was writhing on the bed.
	"I know this feels unbearable, but stick with me, and
I'll make you spunk fast. When another guy did this to
me, I was yelling at him to stop, because it was
almost painful." His fingertips continued to work
around my glans, first massaging the front dome and
slit, and then working back to caress the broad upper
surface, as I was writhing and crying out helplessly
at the sharpness of the sensations.
	"Now we'll work around your big rim. I love the way
it turns up at the edge, just like mine." His fingers
circled my corona, rubbing the delicate nerve endings.
	"I know you're really sensitive there because you've
got those little bumps all around it." His fingers
moved down my rim until they pressed into the
vee-cleft under the heat, hitting my hot spot and
making my prick throb hard.
	"Now I'm going to work around the rim again, and the
groove behind it." He drew my skin back sharply,
stretching my tight foreskin collar until it moved
back to reveal my groove, and I felt his fingertips
plunge into it, massaging tissue that rarely saw the
light of day. I was moaning, grunting, and shuddering
at the sensations, and my shaft and glans felt harder
than they ever had before.
	"Your tip's very dark now, very hard. Now I'm going
to go faster," he said as my eyes closed, and I felt
his fingertips moving quickly, dancing over my
straining glans, as I groaned louder than before,
overwhelmed with sensation.
	"You're almost there, just stay with me and let me
make you spunk," he said, his fingertips now
caressing, now hammering, at the hard surface of my
helmet, never staying in one spot but moving
constantly, sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing
deep into my glans wherever they touched. My entire
world was in my helmet where his fingers tortured the
nerve endings.
	"Now another few seconds..." He muttered, still
working his fingertips around my sensitive cock-head.
My glans was aching for release, and my insides were
tied up in knots as I clamped my jaw tightly.
	"You just let out a drop of juice," he said, as I
felt the lips of my slit distending as the hot liquid
forced them apart. His fingertips continued to work
over every surface, every curve, of my glans, and I
felt myself tightening up all over.
	Suddenly, the node of intense sensations in my glans
exploded, sending a hot electric shock down my shaft,
and I felt the heavy pounding of orgasm begin deep
inside me. I cried out loudly, helpless in his hands,
as the first hot jet burned its way up my urethra to
explode from my straining glans. I cried out again, a
long, agonized cry, as the second torrent of fluid
surged up my shaft. My mind was on "HOLD" as the fury
of my orgasm rendered me utterly helpless, and I felt
myself dissolving into nothingness, aware only of the
fiery sensations in my groin.
	Danny said something I didn't understand, as my mind
was ravaged by the hot fire of the orgasm that
consumed me. My prick throbbed again, sending another
burning jet into the air.
	The sensations were too intense, and tears came to my
eyes as I cried out again. My tip was too sensitive
now, and still he didn't stop. My mouth was wide open,
but my vocal cords were paralyzed as yet another
torrent of cream erupted from my tip.
	Now the touches on my glans stopped, but I felt my
skin still stretched tightly back, leaving my
throbbing, gushing glans fully exposed and vulnerable.
Several more spasms shook my body, and then the orgasm
eased back to a softer sensation and I felt myself
dribbling.
	I gradually came down off my high, more aware now
that he was still holding my prick tightly, and that
I'd just drained myself utterly. I actually had an
empty feeling inside as I felt the after-shock of the
orgasm creeping over me.
	A minute or two later I opened my eyes to see Danny
looking down at me, an expression of profound
satisfaction on his face.
	"I just love it when I make a man spend the way you
did," he said. "Your cock was hot and throbbing in my
hand, and I felt your big tip throbbing in my
fingertips while I was working on it. It was so dark
and shiny with the oil, and the spunk you shot was
white." I became aware of the heavy chlorine odor
permeating the air, and now I saw that several pools
of sperm were on my stomach. I didn't remember ever
shooting this much.
	Danny bent his head to lick at the fluid coating my
glans, which was now less sensitive, and I felt his
tongue lapping at my slit and the surrounding dome.
His fist pulled my foreskin up over my softening
prick, capturing his tongue as he rolled it fully
forward over the head. His tongue-tip continued to
tickle my slit, but I was past responding.
	Danny lay down beside me and enfolded me in his arms.
I felt the welcome warmth of his body against mine,
and I slipped off to sleep, thinking that this was a
wonderful way to spend the rest of my life.

The End of Part 2