Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2005 03:13:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chris' Friend Ben, Part 4, Adult Friends

Chris' Friend Ben, Part 4
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

That afternoon I was the first to awake after our nap.
Ben, Frank, and I had spent the morning stroking and
sucking each other, driving us to exhaustion, and now
that our batteries were recharged, we were ready for
more. Ben's penis was hard, because his bladder was
uncomfortably full, the result of the coffee he'd
drunk a couple of hours ago. Ben had about six and a
half inches, compared to my straight six, measured
from pubic bone to the end of the glans. Frank's was
also longer than mine, by about a quarter-inch. Limp,
we were about three inches, more or less.
We'd all found that the size of our limp cocks varied,
depending on temperature and other factors. In cold
weather, my skin, especially the forward end of my
foreskin, tightened down, and my penis was less than
three inches. The foreskin nipple comprised about an
inch of that. In warm weather, the shaft and head
tended to fill out, and my big helmet pushed its way
into the foreskin nipple, filling it partway and
leaving perhaps a half-inch overhang. Our balls also
tightened sharply with cold weather, an experience all
males know.
Frank stirred and opened his eyes, which immediately
went to my crotch, and then to Ben's.
"Looks like he's ready for a hot piss," he said as he
grasped Ben's penis by the half-retracted foreskin,
which ringed the head. Frank jiggled the fleshy jacket
a few times, and the stimulation made Ben wake up.
"Guess we all need a shower," Ben said sleepily. He
got up and led us to the bathroom, where we crowded
into the stall. We stood under the spray, enjoying the
feeling of hot water coursing over our bodies,
languidly soaping each other. Ben's erection had now
subsided, and his penis arced forward over his large,
low-hanging scrotum, the foreskin covering most of the
head.
"We all get a lot of fun from our foreskins," Frank
said. We were all intact, with fleshy shrouds of
varying lengths and thicknesses covering our
cock-heads, and we studied the obvious differences
between our cocks. Frank's foreskin covered the head
completely when he was limp, Ben's provided full
coverage plus a tight pucker at the end, and mine was
long enough to form a tight nipple beyond the end of
my glans.
"I'm ready to pee," Ben said. "Any objections if I do
it right here in the shower?"
"A gentleman steps out of the shower to pee," I said
with a laugh. "No, go right ahead. Just don't do it on
me." Ben pinched the end of his foreskin shut and we
could tell that he'd let go because his hood began to
distend. The, a heavy trickle poured from Ben's
puckered foreskin as he let go, and immediately Frank
pinched the end of his tapering hood between thumb and
forefinger, stopping the flow while the stream
distended Ben's hood. Frank then released it, and we
watched a thick yellow gush pour from his foreskin,
dropping to swirl down the drain.
Frank now stretched his foreskin out enough to pinch
the end. We watched his foreskin distend like a
balloon until he let go and a torrent of yellow poured
forth. Now it was my turn, but before I could touch
it, Ben's fingers closed over the end of my foreskin's
nipple, trapping my stream and making my hood swell. I
sighed with delight as I felt the heavy stream
swirling around my helmet with pleasing warmth. When
he let go, my thick gush erupted from the end of my
foreskin.
"I'm really into cocks," Ben said, "but you both know
that. I can't get enough of your cocks, especially
your foreskins."
"I'm also into cocks, especially cocks like ours,"
said Frank. "I like to experiment with all the things
we can do with our skins. Pinching the end shut while
we pee is one way to get a thrill. I guess we've all
done that since we were kids."
"Oh, yes, me too, that's the way I stretched it out
enough to skin back," I added as I peeled back my hood
to rinse the glans under the hot water. I left it
locked behind the flaring ridge and watched Ben and
Frank do the same. My big purple helmet began to
swell.
"I noticed that your foreskin's nice and tight," Frank
said to me. "I like the way it acts like a tourniquet
when you lock it behind the ridge. Some guys have
small tips, and can't keep the skin back, but your
head and rim are nice and thick. The way the rim
curves up makes it larger, too."
"Mine is too," Ben said. His beautiful purple
bell-shaped head stood out proudly from the collar of
skin behind his rim. "The skin stays back when I pull
it behind my rim."
Frank had also skinned back, and I saw that his tip
was red. His glans was helmet-shaped, like mine, but
the front dome was parted by a deep cleft, so that it
looked slightly like a pair of buttocks. Inside the
cleft was a long slit, but unlike mine and Ben's, it
did not pout when his glans swelled.
"Our heads are different too," I said. "All different
shapes and colors, but all very sensitive." As I
spoke, I reached out to run a finger under Frank's,
glans, rubbing the sweet spot under the head, the seat
of his sensations. His helmet began to swell.
"Well, let's get into the kitchen to have some more
coffee," Ben suggested as he turned off the water.
"Let's keep our skins back this time," Frank added. "I
want to get a closer look at your heads." I realized
that I wanted to examine Frank's glans up close as
well, unshrouded by his long foreskin. After drying
each other, we sat down in three chairs grouped around
one side of the table, so that we could be close to
each other and not separated by the table.
"Personally, I think the head's the most beautiful
parts of the penis," I began. "The foreskin's nice,
too but mainly because it keeps the head moist and
sensitive, and has a lot of nerve endings. You can do
a lot with the foreskin in sex."
"Oh, sure, I really love having a foreskin. I can do
so much with that foreskin. Let me get a good look at
your tip. It's really attractive," Frank said as he
moved his chair closer to mine and leaned forward. He
picked up my penis by the shaft, raising the head for
examination.
"You've got the same thing I have," he exclaimed.
"Right on the ridge you've got these little bumps, and
the ones on my head are very sensitive." He lightly
ran a fingertip around my corona, caressing its fiery
nerve endings, and my helmet swelled to full size even
while my shaft lagged.
"Those bumps contain the nerve endings. You see I'm
really sensitive there too," I said. "Even the
lightest touch makes my nerve endings tingle." Now my
glans was swollen to full size, although my shaft was
not quite fully engorged.
"That's cute," Frank said. "the way your slit forms
that teardrop shape. Not many guys have that. It looks
pretty sexy. You've got a nice big head too."
"Your slit's down inside the depression in the front
of your head," I replied. "I guess it stays a slit." I
had picked up Frank's cock by the thick ring of
foreskin locked behind his ridge, and was peering at
the front of his helmet.
"It does," he said. As he spoke, a drop of clear fluid
had parted the long lips of his slit. I leaned forward
to flick my tongue into his cleft, tasting his juice.
"Tastes salty, really nice," I commented. "I don't
have much natural lube."
"Yeah, Ben told me you don't lube the way he and I do.
You use Astroglide under your skin to keep it lubed."
Ben had gotten up to get the carafe, and now as he
poured his cock came between me and Frank.
"Now Ben's got a hot looking ridge," I said. "See the
way the flare goes down around the head, right to
where the two sides meet underneath?" The compound
curves of Ben's bell-shaped glans made it the most
attractive one in our little group, I thought.
"That's very sexy," Frank said, letting go of my penis
and grasping Ben's by the glans. He gave it a slight
squeeze between thumb and forefinger. "His slit opens
up in an oval when the head gets hard." As he spoke,
Ben's bell-shaped head swelled between his fingers. I
reached for Frank's prick again and began squeezing
the head rhythmically, watching it swell. Frank
squeezed Ben's head as he held it, until Ben's rampant
erection jutted between us.
"We all like having the head squeezed," Ben remarked.
"It works for me even through the foreskin."
"That makes my cock-root throb," I said. "Squeezing
the head always gets me hard." Frank's erection was
now full, and pointing at my face.
"It did for me, too," Frank said. "I get the same
throbbing deep inside when you squeeze my tip." Now we
let go each other's cocks and picked up our coffee
cups. Ben sat next to Frank and sipped the hot liquid
slowly.
"You know Chris taught me this trick of drinking
coffee before sex," he said to us. "We all saw this
morning how the caffeine stimulated us, and our full
bladders added to the sensations."
"Yeah, but I can't hold off as long when that
happens," Frank said. "I do the same thing you guys
do, try to relax and make it last, but the caffeine
and the pressure in my bladder make me tense, and I
shoot quicker than I usually do."
"Same here," I said. "I can't hold back as long
either, but it makes it more explosive when I come."
"You can say that again," Ben added.
"This morning I had a really hot come, and I mean
hot," Frank said. "The cream felt really hot when it
shot through my shaft."
"Afterward, I get a really hot piss," Ben contributed.
"It almost feels like it's burning when I pee."
Although we'd stopped fingering each other's cocks, we
were all still rock-hard because of the stimulating
effect of the discussion.
"You've got the longest and tightest skin of us
three," Frank said as he pulled my hood forward to
shroud the purple helmet. "It's thick, too."
"That tightness squeezes the head and it feels really
good when I slide it," I explained. "I like having a
long foreskin."
"More to play with," Frank commented. "Ben's smart,
using tape to stretch his hood."
"I have to, Ben said. "Part of my foreskin was cut off
when I was a baby. You remember last year, when it
would cover only half the head, even when I was soft."
"I was never cut. Mine always covered the head, but
I'm going to start stretching because as far as skins
go, the more the better." Frank said. He pushed my
hood back again to bare the head.
"I always had a long foreskin, so I know what you
mean," I said. "A really long one lets you take longer
strokes. Just don't stretch it so much you trip on
it," I laughed.
"More to play with, more to dock with," Ben said.
"I've already got full coverage, but I want to stretch
it into a nipple, like Jack's."
"One thing we haven't done is dock while peeing," I
said to Ben. Months ago, I'd docked Ben's big purple
bell inside my hood and he'd had a throbbing,
mind-bending orgasm as a result. "We'll have to try
that next time we shower."
"That would be nice," Frank responded. "Your
high-pressure hose washing the cream from my tip and
skin."
"I know I'd love that too," said Ben. "With our dicks
soft, we should have no problem docking that way."
"I don't have enough skin to dock a guy," Frank said.
"I always wanted to know what it feels like having a
guy's tip inside my skin."
"It felt great when Ben came inside my foreskin," I
explained. "His hot cream swirled around my head and
rim, and it made my foreskin balloon, just like when
you pinched it shut while I was peeing in the shower."
We finished off our coffee and headed once more for
the bedroom, our hard cocks with their clearly defined
heads pointing the way.
We sat in a triangle, facing inward, so that we could
easily touch each other. Frank reached for my prick,
rolling my foreskin over the rim to cover the
helmet-shaped glans. He grasped it by the tip and
pulled outward.
"Nice and stretchy," he said. "No wonder you were able
to dock Ben." I reached for Ben's penis and pulled his
foreskin forward. It covered only half the head, and I
began to squeeze his g
lans through the fleshy envelope.
"I had to dock him while I was soft," I said. "There
was no way both our big heads would fit inside my
foreskin."
"I made Jack come first, and then he was completely
soft when he docked me. We were able to pull his
foreskin all the way over my swollen head." Ben's cock
was jerking with every squeeze as his cock-root
responded to my stimulation. As the end of the head
was bare, I could see a drop of fluid filling his oval
orifice. Frank touched a finger to the tip of Ben's
glans, scooping up the drop of lubricant and bringing
it to his lips. Ben began to moan, and he reached for
Frank's cock. Frank's hood was completely retracted,
and Ben grasped the thick fleshy collar behind the
head and stretched it forward to compress Frank's rim
and partly cover his helmet.
"I want to see you shoot through your skin," Frank
said to me. "You're the only one with enough skin to
keep the head covered when you're all the way hard."
"I like to watch a guy come to orgasm with the skin
back, so I can see the head change color and then
shoot. That's the way Ben and I usually do it." The
combination of sex talk and tactile stimulation was
getting me very aroused, and I knew that Frank would
be able to bring on my orgasm very quickly if he
persisted. He was working my cock's skin jacket in
long strokes, and this seemed to excite him as much as
it did me.
"I like to see the naked head spitting its load too,
and sometimes feel it shoot in my mouth," Ben
contributed as he kept stroking Frank's hood up and
down. Frank's cock-eye was now weeping slippery tears,
and I dipped a finger into the liquid and tasted it.
"I love the taste of cock lube," I said. I kept
squeezing Ben's glans, feeling his cock throb in
response, and I wondered which of us three would come
first. Then I pulled Ben's skin envelope back behind
his ridge, locking it in place, while I strummed his
gee-string, the sweet spot under the head. Ben's penis
jerked hard at my touch.
"Your balls are tightening up," I said to both of
them. Their normally slack scrotums had drawn up
against their bodies, a sure sign of excitement.
"Yours are always tight, right, Jack?" Ben said.
"Usually. My sac only relaxes when I'm taking a hot
bath."
"Frank, hold up a second," Ben said. "Since you're
working Jack's foreskin like that, I'd better give him
some Astroglide to make it slide better." He reached
for the squeeze bottle as Frank stopped stroking me,
holding my hood back half-way down the head. Ben
poured several drops on the naked dome of my glans,
letting it run down to where my foreskin was. Frank
stroked my hood in a slow upward motion, spreading the
lubricant over the head.
"How about giving me a little, Ben?" Ben poured some
Astroglide over Frank's glans as well, and gave his
bunched-up foreskin a few strokes to spread it in a
thin film over the purple helmet.
"That feels really nice, Ben," Frank said. "That
Astroglide gives me a warm feeling in the head." Ben
poured some onto his glans, and I worked it in with a
few slow and sensual pumps of his foreskin. Now Frank
was pumping my cock more vigorously, and I felt myself
responding. Even as I worked on Ben's foreskin, I felt
my glans swelling even more, an unmistakable sign of
my excitement. Frank sensed this because he snatched a
wad of Kleenex with his other hand, ready to catch my
cream when it erupted.
"Your head's swelling, and the ridge is harder and
thicker," he said to me. "I can feel it through the
skin." He was right. I was on the knife edge of
orgasm, and I put my hands on Ben's and Frank's
shoulders as my eyes closed. The world around me
faded. All of my attention was focused on my cock now,
and I knew that I'd be shattered by the acute
sensations of orgasm any second. My glans was hard,
swollen, and aching for release. My full bladder
ensured that I wouldn't be able to relax to hold off
the event for a few more precious seconds of
anticipation.
"I'm going to make you cream!" Frank shouted as he
yanked my foreskin back hard, sending shock waves of
sensation through my penis as the nerve endings
stretched. Now he pulled it forward, pinching the end,
as he snapped a finger against the foreskin-shrouded
underside of my glans, sending a shock wave into my
hot spot.
Red lights flashed before my tightly-closed eyes as my
world exploded, and I felt the first hot stream racing
up my shaft. My cock-root throbbed hard, sending
another torrent of cream through my throbbing prick.
Frank's snapping finger sent several more hot shocks
through my glans, keeping my orgasm going. I felt the
hot lava swirling around my glans, adding to my
sensations, as Frank kept the opening of my foreskin
pinched shut. I heard myself crying out in the
distance, helplessly, as I floated in the higher world
of orgasm.
My frenzied cock-root kept pumping out streams of
fluid until I was almost empty, and then the spasms
changed to a steady seepage. Recovering from the shock
of orgasm, I opened my eyes to find myself hanging on
to Frank and Ben, leaning forward and kept from
collapsing only by my grip on their shoulders. Looking
down, I saw thick gobs of white cream pouring from the
end of my foreskin onto the Kleenexes in Frank's hand.
When I looked up, Ben leaned forward and kissed me on
the lips, a dry kiss that was more affectionate than
erotic.
My penis was still super-sensitive, which was why
Frank waited a minute before he lowered his head to my
crotch and began sucking the remains of the discharge
from under my foreskin. He steadied my shrinking penis
with his hand while his lips engulfed the front half,
his tongue probing deeply into my foreskin to lap up
the cream.
"I love the taste of your cream, Jack," he said when
he'd finished. "When I saw it boiling out of your
skin, I knew I had to taste it." By now, I was fully
recovered from the daze that follows orgasm and I
wanted to make Frank's penis jerk and twitch, as it
spewed its juices.
"Ben, you mind if I do Frank now? I'd love to make him
come after what he did with my cock."
"Sure, go ahead. I can wait." We were still sitting
facing each other, and now I lay down to get closer to
Frank's staff. His foreskin was fully back, sunken
into the deep groove behind his upturned corona, and I
grasped it and gave it a couple of flicks to get his
attention. Frank moaned in delight, and now I let it
slide back to uncover the entire glans.
"I'm going to give you a finger job, so that Ben and I
can watch the head change color as you get close." I
began by running my fingertip down the cleft at the
front of his glans, spreading the viscous liquid I
found there up and down the cleft, finally caressing
his sweet spot under the head. My fingertip strummed
his thick gee-string, making him gasp at the sudden
sensation.
"That's really reaching him," Ben encouraged. "Keep at
it and you'll have him spewing in no time."
"No, I want him to relax and enjoy the ride," I said
as I brought my finger around to caress his helmet's
rim. I touched the little bumps I found on the rim,
then pulled back on his shaft skin to bare the back
face of the corona, also studded with little bumps
that contained fiery nerve endings. Each touch made
his penis jerk, and more liquid flowed from the slit.
I returned to probe the cleft in his glans, picking up
more lubricant, and then pulled back on his shaft skin
again. His beautiful helmet was completely bared, not
shrouded by foreskin, and we watched it avidly.
This time I pulled back hard enough so that the
tension on his thick gee-string pulled the front of
the head down towards his tight sac, and strummed the
taut frenulum lightly, sending shock waves of
sensation through the straining head. More tears
flowed from his cock-eye, distending the lips and
running down to keep my fingertip well lubricated. I
was glad he was seeping so much, because the viscous
fluid masked the sensations somewhat, keeping him from
going over the edge before I wanted him to. For the
moment, he was enjoying my delicate teasing touches.
Now I worked my finger up one side of his corona,
tracing the rim, until I reached the top. Now I began
tapping on the blood-filled, straining corona, because
I knew the taps would penetrate the tissues and
stimulate his deep-seated nerve endings. I worked my
fingertip down the other side until I came back to the
tightly-stretched gee-string. Several taps on this
seat of sensitivity made his cock jerk, and provoked
loud moans.
Meanwhile, Ben had cupped Frank's balls, kneading them
slowly, and then changing his grip to pull down on his
sac to create more tension. Our teamwork was
effective, and Frank's eyes closed because we were
pushing him to the knife-edge of orgasm.
The color of his engorged helmet had changed to a
deeper red, and the surface was no longer spongy, but
had hardened under my fingertip. I picked up more lube
from his cleft and spread it over the broad upper
surface of his glans for a change of pace. I traced
small circles over the top surface of his glans, then
returned to the triangular groove underneath, where I
snapped my finger several times against his
tightly-stretched frenulum.
Now Frank was moaning steadily, overwhelmed by the
rush of sensations, and lubricant was pouring from his
slit in a steady stream. I brought all five fingertips
to encircle his glans and began the insistent friction
I knew would drive him to orgasm.
"This is it," I muttered as my fingertips danced over
his hot, straining helmet. The flow from his slit had
changed from clear to milky, and I knew he was leaking
semen even though he was trying to relax and postpone
his climax. Ben pressed his other hand against his
abdomen, compressing the bladder to heighten his
tension, and this sent Frank reeling over the edge.
"HAH! HAH! HAH!" he grunted as the full force of the
orgasm swept through him, and I felt the hard glans
throb under my fingertips. His shaft pulsed in my hand
and the first hot jet spewed from his slit onto my
face. I engulfed the front of his helmet with my lips,
just enough to catch the next stream, and scraped his
gee-string with my lower teeth.
Frank howled in blissful agony as the shock waves of
sensation filled his penis, causing his cock-root to
contract and sending another torrent of hot sperm
pouring into my mouth. I pulled back harder on his
shaft-skin, making the head dip even more, almost to
the point of pain.
"That red tip spitting looks so hot, so beautiful,"
Ben commented as Frank's orgasm continued with another
hot blast of cream that I swallowed avidly. His pulses
slowed, and I knew that any second his helmet would
become too sensitive to touch. I removed my mouth, but
began a jerking motion on his shaft-skin, making his
glans bob rhythmically to keep up the stimulation.
Frank's helpless cries filled the air, and his penis
continued to spew, though the jets were weaker.
When the jets stopped, replaced by a thin seepage from
his long slit, I let go of his prick. Frank's penis
was still throbbing lightly, and his glans bobbed with
each pulse. He was leaning against Ben, and I knew he
would have collapsed otherwise. Nobody moved or said
anything for a couple of minutes as we waited for
Frank to return to reality.
When he opened his eyes, Ben leaned in to kiss him on
the lips, warmly and affectionate, as he'd done with
me. I sat up, and Frank smiled at me.
"That was unreal, Jack. I didn't know if I was coming
or going." Ben touched my face, coming away with a
glob of Frank's cream.
"We enjoyed it too. I wish we'd videotaped it, so that
you could see what we saw. "Your helmet was so dark
red, shooting white streams, and we saw it all."
"Somebody put pressure on my bladder, and that set me
off," Frank said. "I just couldn't hold back."
"I did that," confessed Ben. "I knew it would trigger
your come."
"Thanks. I really loved it. You both did a number on
me." He smiled blissfully. "Now how about Ben? You've
been waiting the longest, and you're really hard."
Ben's prick was fully hard, the skin drawn back
half-way off the head because of the fullness of his
erection.
"I've been hard watching you two come," Ben said.
"That was a real thrill." Clear fluid was seeping from
his oval slit, running down to the underside of his
glans. I gently stroked his gee-string, my fingertip
lubricated by his pre-come. Frank reached down to cup
Ben's sac, already tight against his body because of
his excitement.
"I want to do you too, Ben," said Frank. "I did Jack
with his skin over the head, and now I'm going to do
you with your skin back, since it doesn't reach that
far. We'll both watch your big tip shooting."
"Go ahead, Frank," I urged. "You know I'm into
cock-watching as much as you, and I'd like to see
Ben's big tip spurting when you make him cream." Ben
lay back, spreading his legs, and Frank's fingers
closed delicately around the half-retracted foreskin,
gently jiggling it. Ben quivered at his touch, which
was sending erotic sensations down his shaft.
Frank skinned him back in stages, first pushing the
hood back slightly, pulling it forward, then pushing
it back a bit farther to stretch the nerve endings of
the taut foreskin. I watched avidly as Frank slowly
revealed the full length of Ben's bell-shaped head,
glistening with wetness and becoming darker purple.
"He's not going to last long," Frank commented to me.
"I can feel the head getting harder through the skin."
Now he had Ben's fleshy shroud peeled back and snapped
into the deep groove behind the rim, locking behind
the prominent ridge, and his fingertips began a slow,
methodical caress of Ben's straining glans. Frank
lovingly touched all the nerve endings, from the ridge
down to the gee-string underneath. Ben was primed for
release, and his eyes closed as his legs began to
tremble. I saw his stomach muscles tighten, and he
began grunting as the flow of sensations poured into
his prick.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as Ben's fingers
swirled around his hot hard glans, sending shock waves
of sensation stabbing deeply into the tender tip. His
hips bucked, and Frank's lips descended to seal around
the round front dome as Ben's first jet erupted. Frank
kept fingering the fiery nerve endings in Ben's glans
as his lips sucked hard, extracting the juice that was
racing through his cock.
Ben writhed on the bed, caught up in the full frenzy
of release, as his cries filled the room. I knew that
Frank could feel every throb of the dark purple glans
in his lips and fingertips as Ben shot load after load
into his mouth. Frank struggled to swallow the creamy
torrents, and finally pulled his mouth away and let
Ben's penis flop back onto his stomach, still seeping
his white discharge.
"He's too sensitive now," he said to me. "He really
drained himself, and fast, too."
"He'd been waiting a long time," I said. We watched
Ben's body slowly relaxing, and heard his breathing
return to normal. After about two minutes, he opened
his eyes, and I quickly leaned down to kiss his lips
affectionately.
Nobody said anything as we savored the delicious
moments of Ben's afterglow and watched his erection
subside. Frank gently pulled Ben's foreskin forward to
encase the precious head, and Ben spoke:
"Shower time, guys. "I think we all need to pee."
"Dock too," Frank added as we went to the shower.
Under the hot water spray, our needs became urgent.
"I've got to let go," Ben said in an almost agonized
voice as he stripped back his hood. I quickly
stretched out the orifice of my ample foreskin and
eased it onto his shrunken glans. Ben seemed to
hesitate for a couple of seconds, then I felt his hot
gush fill my foreskin, splashing against my glans and
rushing around its contours to fill the groove behind
the ridge. My foreskin swelled and then the yellow
liquid poured out from between my hood and his head.
The hot fluid bathing my glans prodded my reflexes,
and within a few seconds my stream joined his,
swirling around our trapped tips and pouring out to
the shower floor.
When we'd drained ourselves, under Frank's watchful
eyes, we slowly parted and milked our shafts, running
a finger under our balls and working them up the
underside to force out the residue. I turned to Frank,
who had been standing back, out of the shower spray,
trying to hold back his urine. He thrust his soft cock
towards me, peeling back his hood, and I enveloped his
glans lovingly with my foreskin, waiting for him to
release his stream.
It came a moment later, a hot torrent that flooded my
foreskin and eddied around my glans. We all watched my
foreskin distend with the trapped fluid before it
poured out around the ring of foreskin that lodged
behind his glans.
Although I felt drained, the hot gush stimulated my
reflexes and I felt a trickle pouring up my tube to
mix with his heavy gush. Finally, we were both
finished, and Frank drew back, pulling his soft glans
from under my hood. Now we skinned back to rinse, as
did Ben. Frank reached between my thighs to milk my
penis, and I did the same for him. Then we rinsed
ourselves, slipped our hoods into place, and stepped
out of the shower to dry.
We'd worked up tremendous appetites, and we went out
to a late lunch, or early supper. In any event, we
gorged ourselves on pizza and beer before turning in
and sleeping until dawn.

The end of Part 4