Date: Sat, 18 Dec 2004 05:06:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: All in Good Time, Part 7, M/M, Con, 7/10

All in Good Time, Part 7
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.

	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.
	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.


Part 7:
	Frank was adapting very well to life in 1880,
especially as I was his mentor. Just as we were
becoming comfortable in our new roles, something we
had foreseen might happen did happen. Another tracer
from the future showed up in 1880.
	Frank and I spotted him in mid-town Manhattan, as he
stood out in his wrinkle-free clothing and was
clean-shaven except for a mustache. Frank would have
immediately recognized him anyway, as he had met him
before. Matt was an inspector from the FBI, and Frank
said he was a notorious homophobe. We fell in on
either side of him and introduced ourselves.
	"I thought you two fag bastards might be together,"
Matt said by way of greeting. His manners left
something to be desired, but we didn't take offense,
instead inviting him to accompany us home. Once
inside, Matt said:
	"My orders are to bring you two guys back, dead or
alive, and I personally don't care which. Don't even
think about doing anything to me. Before I left, they
implanted a tracking device in my body, and even if
you kill me they'll know what happened to me. They'll
send somebody else, and you can't get away forever."
	"Where did they put the implant?" I asked.
	"Where you can't reach it," Matt replied. "It's
buried under a rib in my back." As Matt was speaking,
Frank circled behind him, drawing his pistol.
	"I've got my gun on you," Frank warned. "Don't make
any sudden moves, and take your gun out nice and
slow." Matt's face darkened, but he slowly reached
under his coat, removing the standard FBI Glock Model
53 by the butt, holding it between two fingers. I took
it from him and Frank gave a further order:
	"Now take off your coat and jacket, and then remove
your shirt."
	"You fags want to see my hairy chest boys?" Matt
snickered as he complied. When Matt was stripped to
thee waist, Frank leaned close to him and then looked
at me.
	"No scar," he said.
	"Didn't you notice that?" I asked Matt.
	"Notice what?" he said, puzzled.
	"No scars anywhere on your body," I replied.
	"I guess I heal pretty good," he replied, utterly out
of touch with the situation. "Anyway, you two better
get ready to leave, and right now. I'm gonna walk you
through the portal in about two hours." Frank
rabbit-punched him, and he fell.
	"Let's tie him up for now," Frank said. "I've gotta
go out for a little while. Gotta see a man." This
wasn't much of an explanation or plan, but I had
enough confidence in Frank to go along with him. We
hog-tied Matt and Frank left, to return an hour later,
still with no explanation.
	A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
	"That'll be Buddy," Frank said. "He's an expert at
what I need done." He admitted a hulking many of about
50, and showed him Matt's unconscious form.
	"Need to get rid of this guy?" Buddy asked in a deep
and menacing voice.
	"That's exactly right. You said fifty for the job,
didn't you?" Frank asked.
	"Fifty, right." Buddy said as he picked up Matt's
body. He was a man of few words, I noted. He carried
Matt out to his wagon, and Frank went with him, saying
to me:
	"We're gonna get rid of Matt in the Canarsie Marshes.
We'll dump the body into the weeds, and they'll never
find him." Frank added that the rising tide would
bring its quota of sea creatures to consume Matt
without leaving a trace. I waited, wondering exactly
what they were going to do with Matt, to make it
necessary to dump his body in the marshes. At the back
of my mind, I knew.
	I sat and waited, and then poured myself a whiskey,
sipping it slowly as I waited some more.
	Once Frank was back home, we fell into each others'
arms, overwhelmed by the tension of the preceding few
hours.
	"Man, that took a lot out of me," I said.
	"Me, too," Frank added. "I'm not really used to this
sort of thing."
	"Buddy, the guy who came with the wagon, he's a
specialist in this sort of thing?" I asked.
	"Yeah," Frank replied. "Think of him as a sort of
garbage man. He gets rid of trash."
	"It was him or us," I reassured him. "That guy would
have been really happy to take us back, and would have
enjoyed seeing whatever happened to us."
	"I think they might have killed us after
interrogation. That was a top secret project, and they
couldn't leave us hanging around, not even in a
maximum security prison." I shuddered at his words.
	"I think I need a drink," I said.
	"I know what we need," Frank said as he began
disrobing. We went into the bedroom and once we were
totally naked, sat on the bed. Frank's nimble fingers
found my prick and began squeezing the head through
its fleshy hood, bringing me quickly to erection as I
did the same for him.
	"Want me to dock you?" I asked. Frank was very
excited, as his balls were already drawn tightly
against his body.
	"I'd love that, but how can we get both big heads
inside your skin?"
	"Easy," I said. "You get me off first and then my
prick will shrink. That'll give us enough room."
	"Okay, Jack, you just lie back and let me do the
work," he said. I reclined and let Frank stroke me
with his expert fingers, drawing my foreskin all the
way down and then pulling it all the way up to engulf
my swollen helmet. The sensations began to flow
through my body and I relaxed, anticipating the
explosive release.
	"Want me to keep stroking you?" I asked as he worked
on me.
	"Better not," he warned. "This is getting me worked
up too, and I don't want to shoot before I'm inside
your skin." I made sure his foreskin was all the way
up to protect the sensitive tip before letting go of
his stiff prick.
	"I can feel you gettin' harder," he said. "Your
shaft's really stiff and the head's swelling too." His
warm fingers expertly slid my thick hood up and down
in repeated cycles, fueling my fire.
	"You'll always do that to me," I said. "You really
know what to do to my prick." I felt my helmet
engorging further, making my foreskin snap over the
rim each time. The emotional tension added to my
excitement, as I was wound up tightly like a spring.
	"Your tip's really dark now," Frank commented. "I can
feel how hard and swollen it is through the skin."
	"It feels good," I whispered as my excitement neared
the peak.
	"You're so hot you're leaking a drop of juice," he
added as he continued to stroke the heavy hood over my
swollen helmet. I felt the tension building inside me
despite my efforts to relax.
	"Soon, soon," I whispered, feeling the waves of
sensation flowing through me. My legs began to tremble
slightly.
	"Your tip's so hard and shiny," he said. "Now I'm
gonna strip the skin back the way you like. You feel
it now that I'm sliding it down, stretching it over
the rim?" I couldn't answer, as I was totally focused
on the delicious sensations his fingers were pouring
into my prick.
	"Now I'm gonna stretch it back hard the way you like
and then bump your rim with it," he said as my eyes
closed. "Feel that tickle in the rim?" he said as his
delicate touch bumped my thick fleshy collar against
my corona. I was barely able to nod.
	"Now I'll keep it up, nice and gentle, so that you
can feel it building up," he continued as his fingers
stretched my foreskin back tightly. His other hand
gripped the skin of my scrotum, pulling down to
stretch the sensitive tissues.
	"Now I'll bump your rim again and give you that nice
tickling feeling." I felt the delicious bump against
the sensitive nerve endings in my corona before Frank
pulled back hard, stretching my foreskin and its nerve
endings. He did this a few more times at a measured
pace, my excitement building with each stroke.
	"Starting to tingle?" he asked as he held my foreskin
back hard to stretch its nerve endings. "I'll give you
another little bump." I felt the gentle pressure and
friction of flesh against flesh as he pulled my tick
collar up against my corona.
	"You just leaked a big drop of goo," he said as he
stopped sliding my skin and held it fully back, making
me grunt. "Just hold it right there." I was on the
edge, my stomach muscles tightening, anticipating the
fiery heat of my orgasm.
	"Now go for it!" he said as his strong fingers
brought my thick fleshy collar up hard against my rim.
I felt the hot tingle in my straining glans exploding
as Frank triggered my orgasm, and then the heavy
pounding began deep inside my cock-root. I cried out
helplessly as the first thick gush squirted into my
urethra, filling me with sensation as my mind went on
"HOLD." The burning gush shot up through my prick,
slamming its way through the distended lips of my
orifice as it shot into the air.
	I cried out again, floating in the limbo of orgasm,
as another hot and heavy torrent poured through my
prick, sending electric sparks all through my body. My
helmet strained as the lava-like liquid shot up
through it, gushing from my meatus.
	I was sobbing with the intensity of the sensations as
another gush poured into my tube on its way to the end
of my prick. Suddenly I felt my rim becoming overly
sensitive with the hot agony of orgasm, and then
Frank's fingers dragged my foreskin back hard and held
it there. More spasms wracked my groin as hot liquid
continued to pour out, until I was drained.
	"That was beautiful," Frank was saying as I struggled
back to full consciousness. Through the daze that
crept over me I heard him describe the scene:
	"Your big tip was so dark and hard, and each time
your shaft throbbed I felt it in my fingers and saw
the white cream shooting from your tip. You really
unloaded just then." I felt myself start to relax,
sinking into a blissful stupor.
	A couple of minutes later I opened my eyes to see
Frank leaning over me. His head dropped as he planted
a dry kiss on my lips, and I embraced him, hugging him
to me as my penis shrunk.
	"Now it's your turn," I said as I rolled him over
onto his side facing me. "Your prick's really hard,
and I think I can get the head inside my foreskin.
First I've got to get your foreskin back." I grasped
his long hood between thumb and forefinger, easing it
back along the long helmet shaped head. The front dome
came into view, parted by his teardrop shaped slit,
and then the twin lobes under the head. Sliding the
hood back farther, I bared his slanting corona until
the foreskin was poised and tightly stretched over the
flaring top of his rim.
	Frank gasped as I snapped his hood back down into the
deep groove behind the flaring rim, baring the helmet,
and I guided his prick until the end was touching
mine.
	"Now I'll stretch your foreskin back all the way to
clear the rim and groove, and we'll see if my foreskin
can fit over that big head," I said as I stretched the
edge of my foreskin over the top of his swollen glans.

	"I've got it started on top," I explained. "Now I'll
work on the bottom and stretch it all over your head."
My fingers worked my thick rubbery foreskin forward,
engulfing his blunt dome, and then up the sides of his
helmet to reach the rim. I felt the steely hardness of
his glans pushing into mine.
	"Now I'll finish up," I said as I made a circle of my
thumb and forefingers and guided my hood until it
stretched over the flare of his corona and snapped
into the deep groove behind it. Frank's helmet was now
completely engulfed by my foreskin and I began
stroking it lightly, making him moan.
	"I'm so keyed up, I can't last," Frank moaned as the
full range of sensations poured into his helmet.
	"I can feel your tip throbbing against mine," I said
as I continued to stroke my foreskin over his
hardness. "Your rim really shows through my foreskin."
Frank's stomach muscles were tense, and he began to
take deep breaths to try to relax.
	"I'm close, close," he moaned. I could easily feel
the tension in his body, even though we were connected
only by our pricks. His hips moved and I felt his hot
hard helmet thrust deeper into my engulfing hood,
bumping against the front of my glans.
	"Try to stay relaxed," I advised as I kept gently
stroking my thick fleshy covering over his glans. I
felt the heat of his engorged helmet inside my
foreskin and against my shrunken tip.
	"Ooooohhhh," Frank moaned more loudly. I knew it was
reaching him deep inside. Now I reached with my other
hand to tug on his tight scrotum.
	"Feel good?" I asked as I stretched the wrinkled skin
of his sac downward. "Maybe that's gonna push you over
the top." I wasn't sure he understood, because his
moans had become louder as he thrust his engorged head
deeper into my tightly stretched hood.
	"Is it gettin' tingly?" I asked as I felt a powerful
throb inside my foreskin and against my glans.
	"Your eyes just closed, Frank. That means you'll be
creaming any second," I said. "I bet your tip's all
hot and tingly now. It sure feels hard through the
skin." I maintained my gentle stroking, as I was sure
he'd trigger his orgasm with a thrust momentarily, and
a few seconds later he did.
	"WOOOOWW!" Frank bellowed and I felt the hard thrust
of his unyielding helmet pressing and throbbing
against mine as he let go. His prick-head throbbed
through my covering foreskin and a heavy stream of his
juice shot hard against the front dome of my tip,
filling my foreskin.
	Frank bellowed again, and another hot torrent of
cream sprayed from his orifice against my glans,
pouring deep into my hood and filling the groove
behind my corona. His hot sperm swirled around my
glans, and I felt the hard throb of his tip again.
	Frank was moaning loudly, completely carried away by
the fury of his orgasm, pouring his life-force into my
distended foreskin and stretching it even more. The
hot liquid discharge washing over my tip, plus the
thrill of watching and feeling the force of Frank's
orgasm, was having an effect on me. Although I'd
drained myself only minutes earlier, I felt my prick
begin to swell.
	I'd stopped stroking as soon as Frank had begun
creaming, as his thrusting was enough to keep his
climax running. His swollen helmet hammered against
mine, the impacts reaching the nerve endings buried
under the surface of my glans. My foreskin ballooned
with his sperm, and a trickle began running out from
the edge of my hood, still locked behind his rim.
	I felt Frank's body relax as his spurts became weaker
and less frequent, until he became utterly still,
stunned by the fury of his discharges. He lay quietly,
slowly recovering from his biological storm, as his
prick shrunk and slipped out of my hood. My prick was
swelling, excited by the heat of his orgasm, and I
began fingering it, slowly sliding my thick hood up
and down the swollen head.
	"You look like you need to come again," he said as he
opened his eyes and took in the scene.
	"I know I do, Frank. Docking you really turned me
on."
	"Your skin's dripping with my come, and I can see
it's sliding easily," he said as he pushed my hand
away and clasped the end of my prick in his strong
fingers.
	"That feels good," I said as I felt the warmth of his
fingers around the skin of my prick, gently sliding
the fleshy covering over the swollen helmet.
	"You're really hard inside," he said, continuing the
stroking. "You're really hot, and it won't take long."
	"I know..." I trailed off as I lay on my back,
letting his fingers work on my swollen prick. I felt a
deep ache in my glans, an urgent need for relief, and
I knew that he'd bring me to the edge within seconds.
My legs spread and began to tremble with the
heightening tension.
	"Now I'll pull on your balls," he said as his other
hand reached between my thighs and grasped the tight
wrinkled skin of my scrotum.
	"Your sac's really tight," he observed as he tugged
down on it, stretching the tissues and sending bursts
of sensation up into my body. As the tension built
inside me, my eyes closed and I withdrew into myself,
my mind totally focused on the hot sensations in my
groin.
	"Your tip's hot and hard," he observed as he drew my
foreskin down to expose the swollen helmet. "It's
really dark now."
	"Ohhhhhh," I moaned, enraptured by the heat building
inside my tip.
	"I'll bump your rim again," he said. "This is gonna
give you that nice tickle you enjoy so much." I lay
still, totally dominated and captivated by the erotic
caresses of my foreskin hitting my rim. The shocks at
the base of the glans turned the tickling feeling into
a hot tingle, and I felt myself slipping over the
edge.
	"Your tip's really tingly now. I can see how shiny
your helmet is now that you're ready to come." The hot
tingle in my glans grew, making me grunt hard in
anticipation. Now the tingle in my tip exploded and I
cried out in rapture as the first hot contraction hit
my cock-root.
	"HHHAAAHHHH!" I yelled as the first torrent of hot
sperm exploded from my tip. I writhed on the bed as
another load burst from my prostate into my tube,
rushing up to the exit hole, slamming through the
distended lips of my slit. Hot sensations flooded my
body as another gush of hot lava burned its way up my
straining prick to gush from the throbbing head.
	"I'm just gonna hold your skin back now," I heard him
say in the distance. "Your tip's really sensitive
now." Another hot jet seared its way up my prick,
sending me higher in an almost out of body experience.

	The next discharges were weaker, and my orgasm ran
its course, until I had drained myself. We lay side by
side on the bed, our creamy discharges soaking the
sheet, enjoying the tenderness of the afterglow. I
milked Frank's prick, running my finger along the
underside to force out the last drops, and he did the
same for me once my excessive sensitivity had
subsided. Then we fell asleep in each other's arms.
When we awoke we changed the sheets.
	That evening, we took a horse-drawn bus down to the
hotel Matt had occupied, as we'd found a receipt in
his pocket and we wanted to recover whatever he'd
brought with him, especially his survival kit. I
showed the desk clerk Matt's receipt and informed him
that we'd come for Matt's luggage, as he'd taken other
accommodations. The clerk gave me the key to the room,
and we went up there and gathered up the sparse
belongings, including the priceless survival kit. As
we were leaving, the door to the next room opened
slightly. Walking down the stairs, I realized that
someone was following us. I whispered to Frank that we
might as well let him shadow us, because we'd have him
under control once we arrived home.
	Our shadow mounted the bus behind us and sat in the
back, watching us. At our stop, he descended from the
bus a few seconds behind us, and we walked to my house
with him about 50 yards behind. We pretended not to
have noticed him, wondering how inept he might be at
trailing.
	A minute after we'd closed the door, there was a
knock and I opened it. Our shadow stood there, a young
man of about 25, with unwrinkled clothes. He had brown
hair and eyes, and was about 5'10" and 150 lbs.
	"Hello, my name's Terry. I'm looking for Matt. He
told me he was coming here," he said with a shy smile
by way of introduction.
	"Come on in," I said with enthusiasm, and stood aside
to let him enter.
	Terry walked in as I asked him:
	"How long have you been in 1880?" This took him by
surprise, as he didn't know how his wash and wear
clothing stood out in an age of rumpled cotton and
wool.
	"Two weeks," he blurted out. "How did..." He seemed
both anxious and confused. I quickly explained to him
how obvious it was that he was from our future time.
	"Did you notice any changes in your body?" I followed
up. Terry blushed.
	"Yes..." he trailed off. I patted him on the arm.
	"You might as well show us," I said. "We know all
about it. We went through the same thing." I began
removing my clothes and Frank did the same. When we
were naked in the warm living room Terry hesitantly
began to strip as well. Our eyes were upon him as he
disrobed, and this increased his unease.
	"Please, don't be shy," Frank said encouragingly.
"There's nothing to fear. You can see us. Now let us
look at you." Terry undressed more quickly now, and
when he dropped his shorts we stared avidly at his
crotch. He had an average size soft prick, but his
foreskin was even longer than Timmy's. Two inches of
fleshy hose hung down in front of his head, and it
seemed to wiggle side to side as he moved.
	"You've got a really impressive foreskin," I
commented, wanting to put him at ease.
	"Yeah, it's even longer than I remember," he said.
Now it was my turn to be confused.
	"You remember your foreskin? Weren't you cut at
birth, like most guys?" I asked.
	"No, I was born in France while my parents were
visiting friends. They don't do that over there. We
came back to the states and I had my skin until I was
13."
	"What happened then?" Frank asked.
	"One day I fell off my bike and wound up with a
compound fracture of my arm. My parents took me to the
hospital and the doctor told them they'd have to
operate to set it right. He also told them that since
I was going to be knocked out for the surgery, it
would be a good time to remove my excess skin. He said
it was much too long and would give me trouble later.
They didn't tell me what they were going to do, and
when they put the needle in my arm to knock me out I
thought they were just going to set the fracture. I
had no idea they were going to circumcise me!"
	"When did you find out about it, when you woke up?" I
asked.
	"Yeah, when I woke up I was groggy, and my arm was in
a cast. Then as my head cleared, I realized that I was
feeling pain both in my arm and in my dick. I reached
down there and touched the gauze they'd wrapped it
with, and then I realized something had been done to
it. The nurse came in and when I asked about it she
said that I'd been circumcised. I never was so scared
in my life. I'd seen other boys who'd been cut, and
had been glad I didn't have that ugly scar ring around
my dick, but now I was gonna have that brown scar too
and no skin."
	"What did your parents tell you?" Frank asked.
	"They told me they'd just gone along with the
doctor's suggestion. When the doctor came in I asked
him why he'd done that to me. He just laughed at me
and said I was better off without all that skin. He
thought it was all a joke. I was crying, and he just
laughed."
	"That sounds pretty sadistic," Frank commented.
	"It was really nasty on his part, and a few days
later when he came in to pull out the sutures, it
really hurt, but he just laughed. He cut me really
tight, and it hurt. I hated that guy."
	"I can't blame you," I said. "I can't blame you one
bit. You must have been sore for a long time."
	"My dick-head was very sore, now that the skin was
gone. It hurt just rubbing against my underwear, and a
few days later I got a hard-on and the cut opened and
bled. It finally healed, but I ended up with a really
thick brown scar ring, worse than the guys who'd been
cut at birth. My dick-head got less sore as it dried
out and became less sensitive, and I got used to it."
	"Did you lose much sensitivity?" Frank asked.
	"I know I did! I'd been beating off for over a year,
and all it took was sliding the skin slightly to make
me come. A year after I was cut, my dick-head was all
dried out, and it was hard to come because it wasn't
sensitive at all. I didn't have skin to slide, and had
to use lube like the other cut boys! I spoke after
he'd finished:
	"Anyway, now that you're back here, you're whole
again. Did you make up for lost time?" Terry knew
exactly what I meant without further elaboration.
	"Oh, for sure. I've been beating off at least four
times a day now that I've got my skin back. My dick is
so sensitive I almost pass out when I come." As he
said this, his prick began to swell.
	"Care to put on a show for us?" I suggested. He
looked at me, startled.
	"Well, I don't know..."
	"Look, it'll do you good. You're pretty upset from
reliving your circumcision, and an orgasm will calm
you down. That's nature's tranquilizer." I reached
over to him and gently pinched the end of his long
nozzle, lifting his prick to horizontal.
	"We'd really like to see how that long skin works for
you," Frank added, fingering his penis. "We might even
join you."
	"That's another feeling I got back, feeling the head
slide inside my skin," Terry said. The way you're
holding it, it feels delicious."
	"Let's go in the kitchen," I suggested. "It's even
warmer there, with the stove, and the floor's tile.
You can shoot all over it and I'll just wipe it up."
Terry and Frank followed me and we sat in adjacent
chairs, Frank and I on either side of him.
	"My dick's so sensitive now it doesn't take me long
to come," Terry said as he began stroking the long
hood over his engorging prick. His balls hung down but
quickly began to tighten as he worked up his fever.
	"Just relax and do it the way you like," Frank said,
stroking his erection. Terry used his long foreskin to
advantage, taking long strokes that brought the fleshy
hood into a thick pucker beyond the tip of his
six-inch prick, and then bringing it back all the way
to uncover the red tip. It was cherry-colored like
Timmy's, but somewhat larger and with more curves.
Frank and I began to stroke our pricks, inspired by
the show Terry provided.
	It didn't take long for Terry to come once he got
into it. Watching us masturbating with him must have
relaxed him, and he began stroking his six-incher with
gusto. His pegs straightened in front of him and his
toes curled as his excitement mounted. I was getting
excited as well, watching him stroke his abundant
foreskin smoothly over the head.
	Terry had a lot of lubricating mucus, which flowed
freely from his long slit to make his tip wet and
slippery. I watched as the head of his prick turned
deeper red, and the muscles in his stomach tensed.
	"He's really hot," said Frank, who was intently
whipping his foreskin up and down his helmet. "His jaw
dropped and his eyes are closing." Terry's eyelids
were drooping as his breathing deepened, and his fist
flew over his swollen prick, bringing hot sensations
that would soon trigger his orgasm. I slid out of my
chair and reached for Terry's scrotum, grasping the
wrinkled skin and stretching it downward. The sudden
new sensation triggered his orgasm, and he grunted
loudly as the first stream of hot cream shot from his
straining prick.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he went as he snapped his long
foreskin back to clear his spurting tip. I felt the
throbs in the tightly stretched scrotal skin, and
suddenly my dam burst. I doubled over, almost
collapsing onto Terry, as my first jet shot from my
engorged helmet. My eyes closed, and I was in a world
of my own, hanging on to Terry's sac while pumping my
foreskin with my other hand. The hot tingle in my
glans made me cry out in joyful agony, joining Terry's
grunting, as we shared the sublime moment.
	My prick throbbed again, sending another hot stream
pouring from my straining glans, and I dropped to my
knees. Terry's body was against mine, and we
mindlessly discharged our streams together, spraying
each other with our juices.
	When I opened my eyes I saw that Terry's climax had
also ended, and that Frank's was just beginning. Frank
had been watching us cream and this had brought him to
the edge. He staggered up off his chair and came over
to us as his prick began to throb in sublime
sensation, discharging all over Terry and me. Frank
was now on his knees, leaning against us, and shooting
his sperm joyfully onto us and the floor as he cried
out helplessly.
	Terry and I watched, stunned, as Frank finished his
orgasm, his shapely purple helmet now merely
dribbling. We clasped each other, bonding in our
mutual male experience, finding comfort in being
together.
	After we came out of the daze, we began comparing
notes. Frank and I really wanted to know Terry's place
in the scheme of things. I was apprehensive that we'd
have to get rid of him they way we'd disposed of Matt.
That prospect frightened and repelled me, as I'd grown
to like Terry in the short time I'd known him.
	"So what did you have to do with Matt?" I asked as we
wiped the sperm off our bodies.
	"I was supposed to be his back-up and gofer," Terry
said. "I didn't have any specific instructions, just
to do whatever Matt told me. When he didn't come back,
and you guys came for his stuff, I thought I'd better
follow you and find out what was going on."
	"So you're not with the Bureau?" Frank asked.
	"No, I was with the project. They sort of drafted me
into going with Matt. I didn't like it, because Matt
kept calling me a fairy." I didn't bother to ask Terry
if he was, in fact, gay. However, something else had
occurred to me.
	"Matt thought he had a tracer chip implanted in him,"
I began. "He ever tell you about that?"
	"He did once, before we left," Terry replied. "He
showed me the scar on his back and said it was his
insurance policy, that they'd be able to track him
whatever happened to him."
	"He didn't seem to know that it was gone," I pointed
out. "I think he was completely unaware that any
surgical scars disappeared once he got put back in
time. I can't understand that."
	"I think I know," Terry said. "Matt wasn't
circumcised, and I know this because we had to strip
down for our final physicals before coming back. He
called me a skinless fairy-boy."
	"Then he wouldn't have noticed a new foreskin because
he already had one," Frank said.
	"That's it," Terry said.
	"That explains it pretty well," I said. Lucky for us
it worked out that way. Matt would have killed us, or
had us killed, one way or the other." Terry remained
very silent, and I thought he was afraid to ask what
had happened to Matt.
	"I've gotta pee," Frank said, and headed for the
bathroom. Terry and I followed. We stood in a
semi-circle around the toilet, holding our foreskins
back as we let go, watching our streams mingling in
the air before they hit the water. Terry's foreskin
formed a thick grommet behind his rim, bulky because
of its length.
	"I pee better now than before," he said. "After the
doctor circumcised me, my tip was always red and sore.
The pee-hole was inflamed and became infected, and I
wound up with a lot of scar tissue around it. This
made me spray each time I peed. Now it's a normal
stream, like you guys."
	"That's another reason for not going back," I
suggested. "I don't know if you'd end up circumcised
if you returned to the 21st Century, but I wouldn't
want to take the chance."
	"No, I wouldn't want to go back to that hell-hole,"
Terry exclaimed fervently. "I don't miss TV that
much," he laughed.
	"Feel like some beer?" I asked them.
	"That sounds good to me," Frank said. Terry nodded in
assent.
	"Beer doesn't come in cans," I informed Terry. "It
comes in bottles, and you have to pull the cork. No
more snap tops."
	"I can live with that," he replied. We trooped back
into the kitchen, still stark naked because it was
warm, and I opened three bottles of beer.
	"You'll stay with us tonight," I said. "Tomorrow
we'll go get your stuff from the hotel, and you'll
move in permanently."
	"Did they give you a survival kit?" Frank asked.
	"Sort of," Terry answered. "Matt got a lot more in
his. Mine just has some medicines and a few odd
items."
	"The medicines are priceless," Frank said. "You'll
have to get some clothes to suit the times, though."
He explained how anyone wearing wash and wear stood
out in 1880. "You'll also have to grow a mustache and
maybe sideburns, to fit in. If they send another
tracer, it's better to blend in with the rest of the
people. We spotted Matt right off, and he didn't know
who we were until we walked right up to him." At the
mention of Matt, Terry became tense.
	"Look, Terry, you won't have to worry about Matt
anymore," I explained. "Without going into the gory
details, we fixed his dirty ass for good." Terry
relaxed somewhat.
	"Now we'll have to sleep in the same bed tonight, and
it's not queen-sized. They don't make those in 1880,"
I said. "Maybe if it's too tight, we can get another
bed for you and put it in the spare room. We'll have
to play it by ear." I got up and brought back three
more beers.
	"I think I'd like to sleep with you two hot guys,"
Terry said. "My hard-on might keep me awake, though."
	"If you get hard, we know how to take care of that,"
Frank laughed. I got us another round of beers and we
drank those.
	"I've got to pee now," Terry said.
	"I think we all do," I replied. "Let's go take a
shower and we'll get cleaned up and ready for bed." I
led the way, and although it was a tight fit, we got
into the bathtub and I turned on the shower. The water
sprayed over our bodies, splashing against the
curtain.
	"I guess you must have done this a few times," Frank
said as he pinched the end of his hood and we watched
it swell under the pressure of his urine. I did the
same, and Terry then grasped the end of his long
nozzle and followed suit.
	"Mine really swells," he said. "That's how I
stretched my skin when I was a kid. It was tight, and
I couldn't get it back over the head, but stretching
it like this worked it loose." He let go and a thick
yellow gush poured out, splashing us.
	"Sorry about that," he said. "When I let go, I can't
control it." Frank and I let go at the same moment,
and our streams mixed as they splashed over our legs
before washing down the drain. It seemed very funny,
and we laughed like kids.
	We soaped each other, and then rinsed off. I skinned
back to rinse my helmet and foreskin, and the others
did the same. Terry's hood made a thick fleshy roll
behind his rim, as his prick was thinner than ours and
he had more length of foreskin.
	"He's got a bell-shaped head," I commented to Frank.
	"Yeah, I see that," Frank added. "His rim flares down
the sides too."
	"What do you call yours?" Terry asked.
	"Ours are helmet types," I answered. "They only flare
on top."
	"I like that shape too," Terry said. "It looks very
sexy."
	"Yours is sexy too," Frank said. "That curved rim is
really nice. Your tip's redder than ours, though. I've
seen that on guys with really long skins."
	"Yeah, your tips are more purple than mine, I think,"
Terry said. I turned off the water and we dried each
other. We went into the bedroom, climbed into bed, and
kissed each other good night before falling asleep.

The End of Part 7