Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2005 06:17:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chris' Freind Ben, Part 5, 5/5

Chris' Friend Ben, Part 5
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Chris's friend Ben and I had enjoyed a couple of hot
sex sessions including docking, but then between work
commitments that required us to be out of town, we
hadn't seen each other for six months. We finally got
together one weekend, when I went to his house, a
large detached model with a yard, patio, and hot tub,
as well as a couple of spare bedrooms.
Ben's warm smile welcomed me as I came through the
door, and he led me to the living room, where there
was a pot of coffee waiting. He was already naked, and
as I stripped down I noticed that he had a strip of
tape holding the skin over the end of his penis. I
remembered that he'd told me that he intended to
stretch his foreskin, which had been surgically
shortened, but not totally removed, when he'd been
born. The doctor had told his parents that the tight
front ring of his foreskin would make urination
uncomfortable, and they'd consented to have just the
tight ring removed. The result was that his foreskin
covered only the rear half of his bell-shaped glans,
keeping it moist and tender, and retracted completely
with erection.
As I dropped my boxers, Ben reached out and grasped
the nipple of my long foreskin between thumb and
forefinger, twisting it gently. He knew I liked this,
and played with it willingly, as he was fascinated by
my extra long hood. Last time we'd met he'd shot his
sperm into it, the hot jets swirling around my glans
as I'd docked him.
"Using tape to stretch your foreskin?" I asked. "Looks
like you've made some progress already." Ben's prick
looked heavy at the end, and swung enticingly in front
of his low-hangers as he moved.
Yes, Jack, I've been keeping the foreskin taped over
the end to keep tension on it, and it has stretched.
I've been doing it 24/7, and it's done the trick.
Right now, I have enough length to cover the head
completely. Let me show you." He peeled off the tape,
and a large stainless steel ball rolled out into his
hand. I looked carefully and saw that even without the
tape to hold it forward, his foreskin came to the end
of his glans, the orifice gaping to reveal his slit
because it lacked the tight ring that would have kept
it closed over the end.
"What's the ball for?" I asked. The item in question
was about the diameter of his glans.
"That's for getting the extra length I want. Now that
the skin's stretched to the end of my head, taping
wouldn't produce any tension, and tension is what I
need to get more length, so that I'll eventually be
just like you."
"Gee, I'm glad you're making such good progress," I
said. "I'm glad you're persistent enough to keep at
it."
"It's one of the most important things in my life
right now. "I want to get back what was removed. My
father had a long one like yours, and that's what I
want too." I saw that, without the tape, his
bell-shaped glans made a very attractive bulge in his
foreskin, and that its outlines were clearly visible
through the shroud.
"Looks nice, very nice," I commented. He grasped my
foreskin nipple again, rolling it between two fingers.
"I like the way your prick feels, with the big helmet
sliding around under that skin. It's so sexy." His
touch was getting me aroused, and I reached for his
cock, slowly sliding the skin back and forth over the
bulky head, and felt it start to swell under my touch.
Now I pulled his foreskin all the way back and leaned
over to blow on his exposed glans, sending a shiver
through him.
"Damn! We're both getting hot! I haven't come for a
week, saving it up for you. Want to jack each other
now?" he asked.
I'd love to," I replied as I snapped his foreskin
forward to envelop the beautiful head. "Let's go." We
finished our coffee and he led the way to the master
bedroom, where a queen-sized bed awaited us. We sat on
it as we'd done in the past, facing each other, his
right leg over my left and my right leg over his left
leg. Our crotches were only about a foot apart, and I
cupped his slack balls as I worked his foreskin over
his head.
"Man, your prick feels good to me," he said as he
stretched my foreskin out away from my body. My prick
was engorging under his skilled touch, and my big
helmet bulged through the tautly stretched skin.
"You still lube a lot," I commented as I stripped his
foreskin back to reveal the pouting slit at the end of
the glans. The lips had expanded to form an oval,
which was leaking pre-come copiously. I spread the
viscous liquid over his glans with his foreskin,
feeling the big bell swell through the fleshy
covering. Erect, his penis was slightly over six
inches, with a big vein on the right.
"I know you don't lube much," he said, moving his hips
to touch the end of his prick to mine. The contact
gave me a light tingling in my prick. "You're welcome
to all I can give you." He'd pulled my hood back far
enough to expose the rounded front dome of my glans,
and now I felt his smooth swollen tip slide sensually
against mine. He worked my foreskin along the glans,
retracting it a bit more on each back-stroke, because
he knew I enjoyed the progressive stretching of my
foreskin's nerve endings.
"I love the smell of our pricks," I said, pressing the
head of mine against his. I enjoyed the slippery
contact as the two hard smooth domes slid over each
other. He did too, for I felt a throb in his glans as
it slid against mine, and heard him sigh.
"Feels soooo good..." He said as we continued the
sensual rubbing. Now it felt to me as if the friction
was producing hot sparks in my glans, and when he
skinned my hood back farther it enhanced the sensation
because the tight nozzle clamped around the taper of
my glans. My prick was slightly shorter than his at
exactly six inches, measured from pubic bone to the
end of the glans, also straight, and with a big vein
on its right side.
"I haven't come in five days," I said. I've built up a
big load for you." We moved apart and I felt his firm
grasp around my shaft as he drew the foreskin back all
the way, slowly, ever slowly, to let me feel the
delicious stretching sensation as the shroud expanded
over my flaring rim. He gave a final tug and my
foreskin bumped over the rim and snapped sharply down
into the deep groove behind it, forming a thick fleshy
collar. My body shuddered at the sensation, and I took
a deep breath.
"You didn't wash under there, either, I think," he
said as he gazed at my denuded helmet and the deep
groove behind it, where clumps of white cheesy
material adhered to the tissues. "Doesn't matter
anyway. I love the smell of your cock, especially your
cheese."
"I was in a hurry most of this week," I replied. "I
did shower every day, but I kept my hands off my prick
because I knew if I touched it, I'd get hard and
horny, and I'd have to relieve myself."
"I bet you'll have a terrific orgasm, since you've
been saving it up that long."
"I'm sure I will," I said. "I noticed that if I don't
come for several days, when I finally let myself come
it seems like its boiling up my urethra. The streams
seem much more powerful and intense."
"I noticed the same thing," he replied. Anyway, I'm
sure I'll have an intense orgasm with you today."
"I'm sure you will, especially when I do this," I
said.
"Oooohhhh..." He exclaimed as I slid his foreskin back
to seat in the groove behind the head, cupping his
tightening sac with my other hand.
"You're hot, really hot!" I said, feeling his penis
throb in my hand. Skinned back, the entire bell-shaped
head stood out proudly, and I saw it had the same
glossy purple color as mine. I slid his hood very
slowly, capping and uncapping his swollen glans.
"Pump my foreskin!" he urged. "I've been waiting for
this all my life! Now that I've got enough skin to
pull over the whole head I want to feel your hand
stroking it hard!" I began a rhythmic pumping action
on his sheath, taking long strokes to cover and
uncover the big bell shaped glans fully, knowing that
this was what he wanted. He was enjoying the thrill of
having his foreskin pumped vigorously, not caring how
quickly he came because he really needed the relief of
orgasm. I pulled forward, watching the foreskin pucker
at the end when I had it stretched fully over his
glans.
Each time I uncovered the big head, I saw another drop
of lubricant ooze from the oval slit, coating the head
and making it very slippery, and  I knew my action was
reaching him.
"I can see you're getting there because because the
head's changing color, turning a darker purple,
especially around your flaring rim," I said. His
foreskin collar was compressing the upturned rim on
every forward stroke, and I increased my pace to
heighten his sensations.
"Make me come, please, don't tease me, just pump the
cream out of me." His voice was agonized, and had a
desperate tone. I looked at his face and saw his eyes
close in anticipation of the impending climax. I
kneaded his tight sac as I continued the smooth
sliding action of his foreskin over the beautifully
swollen head, and saw him shudder.
He threw his head back as the full force of the orgasm
hit him and his prick throbbed and spurted in my hand.
His body jerked as he tumbled into the mindless frenzy
of orgasm, his hot hard prick spewing repeatedly onto
my stomach and groin. He'd clasped my prick hard when
the fist spasm had hit him, and was holding it
convulsively, squeezing hard and holding the skin
back. Some of his hot cream bathed my exposed glans.
Ben's loud cries filled the air. My eyes were on his
cock, watching as his bell head magically appeared and
vanished into the pumping foreskin under my assault.
The lips of his slit distended to form a circle each
time another jet spurted, and his hot cream sprayed
all over my lower trunk. Now the force of his jets was
weakening, and I slowed my strokes because I knew that
any second his tender glans would become
super-sensitive. I stopped stroking and just held his
foreskin tightly back on his shaft, stretching the
nerve endings, to let him complete his orgasm without
distressing friction. Ben's fingers loosened, and his
hand fell away from my turgid penis.
Ben's gushes had become a steady seepage of fluid, no
longer white and creamy but becoming clear as he
drained himself. Now the flow was just clear fluid,
the residue of his lubricant, and I felt him begin to
relax, dazed by the heavy shocks of orgasm. He
collapsed against me as his prick began to soften. I
held him to me, hugging him lovingly, proud that I'd
been able to provide him with a shattering climax.
He raised his head and his eyes opened, staring into
mine. He moved his head slightly and I felt the caress
of his soft lips against mine.
"Thanks, Jack. That was beautiful. Now let me do the
same to you." He pushed me flat on the mattress and
clasped my prick firmly to retract my foreskin, which
had slipped forward over the head when he'd released
it. He leaned forward, blowing on my exposed helmet,
now free of its cocoon, and the sudden cold made my
prick jerk in his hand.
"Do it, do it to me!" I urged, aroused as I was by the
sight and feel of his recent orgasm. I was primed to
go, eager for him to stroke me, yearning for the feel
of his strong, firm fingers around my hard shaft. He
began a steady pumping rhythm, drawing my foreskin
forward, then back, alternately covering and
uncovering my swollen helmet. My prick was coated with
his semen, helping the skin to slide easily.
"I love to watch the skin riding over your tip," he
said. "I know you're getting excited, and I'm going to
make you come. I want to watch the cream shoot from
your prick, watch the big head spurting its jets. I
want to hear you moan." The sensations built up in my
glans, the heavy friction driving me towards the
brink, and I moaned loudly. His other hand cupped my
tight sac, fingers kneading my twin orbs, adding to my
sensations.
The insistent friction was making my helmet tingle,
and I tried to relax, hoping to delay my climax and
prolong the delicious feeling of anticipation. The
tingle increased, especially around the rim, which was
being compressed with every hot st
roke. My eyes closed.
"Your tip's dark purple," he said. "I can feel the
head getting harder through the skin." Now I had a
heavy ache in my glans, because of the swelling and my
full bladder, and my prick yearned for relief. My legs
began trembling, and I felt my stomach and crotch
muscles tighten.
The first blast of cream blew from my prick, sending a
heavy throb all over my body. I heard myself crying
out with the thrill, and another convulsion shook me.
Each jet felt like hot lava as it burned its way up my
tube, and I cried out again and again, helpless in
Ben's hands as he poured ecstatic delights into my
throbbing penis.
His fist yanked my skin back tightly on my shaft, and
I yelped as the sudden shock in my nerve endings shot
through me. I felt his lips closing around my hot
exposed glans, sucking the jets from me. My hips
lifted from the bed as I mindlessly thrust my helmet
between his hot lips far enough to feel the sharp
scrape of his teeth on its tender surface. My
cock-root convulsed again at the sensation, blowing
the last of my load into his mouth.
I was finished. I felt a slight seeping in my urethra
as the residue worked its way up towards the tip. The
explosive discharges were over, but my cock-root was
still throbbing, but firing blanks. I began to relax,
totally drained and content, secure in Ben's care,
feeling his tender hands pulling my foreskin forward
to enclose my helmet.
I don't know how long I lay supine, unmoving, but I
remember feeling Ben's lips kiss mine softly. His hand
caressed my cheek lovingly, then worked around my
neck, and he kissed me tenderly again. I opened my
eyes.
"That was lovely," I said softly. "We really gushed
this time."
"Yes, we were both really hot, hot for each other. I
just loved to feel your cream shooting into my mouth."
"I know. I know. That was superb. I loved the feel of
your fingers on my prick. I couldn't help myself,
couldn't hold back." I felt my penis softening as I
spoke.
"The orgasm hit you so hard you would have collapsed
if you hadn't been lying down," he said. "Remember I
collapsed against you when you made me come?"
"You did. You were really shuddering."
"Come on, let's get into the shower," he said. "I
think we both need to pee now, to flush out our
pricks, and the hot water will do it for us." We arose
and went into the bathroom, where Ben turned on the
shower. With the hot water sluicing over our sweaty
bodies, Ben took hold of my prick and skinned it back
to let the hot water course over my bare glans. I
skinned his hood back, and watched for the effect of
the shower stream.
We released our sphincters at the same time, gushing
heavily onto the floor of the shower, enjoying the
sensation of the heavy trickles in our urethras. We
were facing each other, and I moved forward slightly
so that our bared tips touched, enjoying the soft
sensuality of his smooth glans against mine. Ben
grasped me by the shoulders and kissed me again, and
we stood there, joined by our lips and tips, until we
were totally drained.
We milked each other's urethras, driving out the last
drops, then pulled the hoods forward to cover the
heads. We dried ourselves, and I watched Ben insert
the steel ball into his foreskin and draw the hood up
over it, securing it with a strip of tape. Ben led us
back into the bedroom, where we collapsed onto the bed
and slept.
When we awoke Ben fixed us a couple of sandwiches, and
told me that a friend of his would be arriving that
afternoon:
"Jim is a nice guy, and when I told him about your
long foreskin he was really interested, because he's
cut. I'm going to show him what I'm doing, and maybe
he'll try it himself."
"I look forward to meeting him. Some of the hottest
guys I've met have been through friends. That's how I
met you."
"He'll be here in a couple of hours. Meanwhile, let's
go soak in the tub." Ben un-taped his foreskin,
letting the ball drop into his hand.
Ben had a hot tub on his enclosed patio, carefully
screened to escape his neighbors' eyes when he wanted
to go naked. We slipped into the water and let the
bubbles caress our bodies. After a few minutes, Ben
told me more about his foreskin taping procedure:
"I often soak in this tub before taping up my
foreskin," he explained. "The hot water relaxes the
scrotum and the skin on the penis, and the skin
stretches out more than it would otherwise." He was
sitting next to me, and I saw that his scrotum was
very slack, and even my normally tight sac had
loosened significantly. Now he reached for my
foreskin, stretching it out easily with two fingers.
"Your foreskin's normally tight, but look at how
floppy it is now." I saw that indeed the opening of my
foreskin was gaping instead of forming a tight nozzle
as it normally did. Ben slipped a couple of fingers of
his other hand inside it, and I felt his fingertips
graze the end of my glans, sending a delicious
sensation through me. The ring muscle in my hood had
relaxed, and Ben grasped the end and stretched the
opening until it was wider than my helmet.
"There'd be no problem fitting your big tip into my
hood now," I remarked.
"Yeah, but then you'd get hard and your big tip would
squeeze mine out." The water was very hot, and we were
both sweating. We'd had about as much as we could
take, and now Ben rose and led me back into the
bathroom, where we dried ourselves. Ben pushed the
ball into his foreskin, pulled it forward, and fixed
it closed with another strip of tape. We sat next to
each other on the couch in his living room for awhile,
very much aware of each other's naked sexuality.
Our thighs touched, and I felt the warmth of his
flesh. We sat silently, enjoying the contact, the soft
stimulation having its effects on our cocks. We became
half-hard, and I saw that Ben's foreskin was tightly
stretched over the bulk of his glans and the steel
ball he'd taped under his hood. At that moment the
doorbell rang. Ben answered it to admit another guy,
slightly shorter than our six feet, but with brown
hair and eyes like ours. Jim seemed about our age,
early 40s, and had a slender build. He had a small box
that he placed on the floor. Ben introduced us, and as
we shook hands his eyes dropped to my crotch. Then he
quickly undressed, dropping his clothes to the floor
with the easy familiarity of an old friend.
Ben went into the kitchen to get coffee. He returned,
poured the cups, and sat down next to me on the couch.
Jim sat across from us with his legs spread, as we
were, and I studied his prick. It was slightly over
three inches long, draped over a large loose sac, and
at the end was a big strawberry shaped head. Unlike
mine and Ben's, there was no upturn to the rim, and
the reddish head tapered to a narrow tip instead of a
large rounded dome. At the end was a long slit, longer
than mine or Ben's. Behind the rounded rim was a
jagged brown scar ring, and the shaft skin seemed
tight. His eyes alternated between my crotch and
Ben's.
"Excuse me, but can I sit between you two?" he asked,
seemingly embarrassed. "I want to look at your penises
up close, since they both have foreskins. Skins are so
sexy, especially as I don't remember mine. I haven't
had skin over my tip since a couple of days after I
was born."
Sure, Jim, you're welcome to play with our foreskins
all you want," Ben said. Ben and I moved apart and Jim
came over to sit between us. He looked closely at my
crotch.
"That's a really long foreskin," he said. "I wish I
had one like it. Does it skin all the way back?"
"It really does," I replied. "I can retract it to show
the rim and the groove behind it, either hard or
soft."
"You should have seen how loose it got in the hot tub
this afternoon," Ben added. "I had it stretched out
bigger than the head."
"Still working with the ball?" Jim asked as he
switched his gaze to Ben's groin. He seemed to be
fully informed about Ben's stretching effort.
"Yeah, I am. Right now I've got enough length to cover
the head completely, but I want an extension, like
Jack's."
"I wish I had foreskin," Jim complained. "That way my
head would be more sensitive."
"Has the head become more sensitive now that you've
been keeping it covered with foreskin?" I asked Ben.
"Yes it has. It's become sensitive enough so that my
orgasms are more intense, more explosive."
"I saw that this morning," I said. "You really blew
your cream. Are you sure, though, that the nerve
endings are more sensitive, and that it's not just
that you're more excited now that you have more skin?"
"Is the head really more sensitive?" Jim added. "It's
not just wishful thinking?"
"I know some people say sensitivity is all in the
brain," he replied. "My cock-head is definitely more
sensitive, and I'm sure of that because of something
that happened to me a couple of weeks ago. I'd
forgotten to tape up when I went to sleep, and at
about three in the morning I rolled over, half-awake.
My prick pushed against the sheet, and the foreskin
slipped part-way off the head. Suddenly I was wide
awake because I felt a feeling of tenderness where my
tip was rubbing against the sheet. All my life the
front of my head had been rubbing against clothing,
bed sheets, etc., and I'd never felt this sensation. I
know it was real because it happened in a non-sexual
situation."
"That's amazing, really nice," I said. "I'm really
happy for you." Ben undid the tape from the end of his
prick, letting the ball roll out into his palm. Jim
fingered Ben's foreskin, slowly sliding it back and
forth over Ben's bell-shaped head. I grasped the head
of Jim's cock and began applying rhythmic squeezes to
make the root of his cock throb, and felt it begin to
swell.
"Maybe we'd better move to the bedroom for this," said
Ben as he rose. "Bring your box of tricks with you,
Jim." In the bedroom, Ben explained to me:
"Jim's an electronic engineer. You know what
electro-stimulation is, since you have a commercial
unit. Ben built his own, with more features and more
power." Jim opened the box and removed a plastic box
with many knobs on the front panel, and an assortment
of wires and electrodes. He plugged the transformer
into the wall outlet and attached a pair of leads to
an output jack on the box.
"My cock doesn't have the beautiful sensitivity of you
guys' dicks, since it's been cut. Using electro I can
still get terrific sensations, since the electronic
pulses hit the nerves deep inside." The leads ended in
square patches, measuring about an inch, and Jim
applied one to the top of his shaft, directly behind
the rim. He placed the other on his right buttock.
"I've never seen electrodes like these before," I
commented.
"They're adhesive patches, sticking to the skin while
they conduct current." He turned on the power switch,
and adjusted a couple of knobs. "I can use several
waveforms, and the maximum output is higher that
commercial units, actually high enough to cause pain.
I'm not into pain, but I like having the extra power
in case I have a long current path that drops the
voltage, like now. The current runs through the dorsal
nerves of my penis, then my bladder and prostate,
going on to the electrode on my buttock." Jim's penis
was responding to the electro-stimulation, and
swelling rapidly. Ben's eyes were fixed on Jim's
crotch, although he had grasped my long foreskin
nipple between two fingers and was twisting it gently.
"I'm really into cocks," Ben said. "I like cocks of
all shapes and sizes. They're all fascinating,
especially when they swell and when they come." Jim's
penis was now fully hard, and I saw that his narrow
shaft had a graceful upward curve, the red strawberry
head perched at the end. Overall, it seemed to be
about six inches, like mine.
"I like cocks too," I affirmed. "This promises to be
an interesting session." Jim adjusted a knob and I saw
his cock begin to bob up and down.
"I just switched to `pulse,' and that's making my
crotch muscles contract. `Pulse' feels more intense
than constant current, and it's going to bring on
orgasm." Jim's penis kept jerking, the red head
bobbing up and down, as he turned the power knob
slightly. The bobbing became more intense, and the
head became deeper red as more blood poured into it.
The head filled out fully, the pressure stretching the
surface, until the dry skin became stretched and
glossy.
"Look at that color change," Ben commented. "He'll be
blasting off soon." I saw Jim's straining strawberry
glans seeping lubricant from its long slit. I dipped a
finger into it and tasted it, savoring its saltiness.
Now Jim's breathing had deepened, and his scrotum had
tightened, drawing his balls against his body. I
cupped his balls and began kneading the orbs gently. I
saw Jim's eyes closing as he turned the power knob
higher, and Ben's hand closed around Jim's shaft.
"I want to feel his orgasm in my fingers," Ben
explained. "It'll be any second now." Jim threw his
head back and yelped loudly as a thick white jet
erupted from his jerking, straining glans, to land on
his stomach. Ben's head dipped down and his lips
engulfed Jim's red head, and I saw his Adam's apple
working as he swallowed avidly. I knew Ben could feel
every throb of the jetting glans against his tongue,
as he sipped Jim's hot juices.
Jim's loud moans attested to the intensity of his
sensations. He was totally caught up in the orgasm,
feeling the electric pulses making his prostate
contract and his penis jerk, sending him into mindless
delirium. Now his entire body was jerking, what Ben
called a "full body" orgasm, and he shuddered until he
was drained. Ben, licking his lips, reached to turn
off the power as Jim slowly collapsed onto his back.
"That was very pleasant," said Ben. "Feeling and
tasting Jim come was quite an experience."
"I know how much you're into cock," I said
understandingly. Actually, I envied Ben, as I would
have been perfectly happy to take his place and
feeling Jim's big strawberry throbbing against my lips
and tongue, but he got there first.
Jim opened his eyes and Ben kissed him on his lips, a
reward for sharing his sensations with us.
"I know you'll enjoy watching Jack dock me," he said
to Jim. "I still don't have enough skin to dock Jack,
so we're going to have to connect with his foreskin.
We both have big tips, so we can't dock while we're
both hard. Last time, I gave him an orgasm to make
sure he stayed soft when my tip was in his hood. I
think your electro-box will be perfect for that. Then
we'll go in my hot tub to relax his skin further." Jim
peeled the sticky electrodes from his penis and
buttock, and applied them to me. I was hard, and Jim
skinned my hood back to lodge behind my rim, and then
placed the electrode right behind the bunched-up
foreskin.
"I skinned you back because you're not going to need
your foreskin for this and I want to see the tip swell
and get darker when you come," Jim explained. "The
pulses will run through the dorsal nerves in your
penis and continue through your prostate. That's all
the stimulation you'll need to make you come."
"And I've got a front row seat," Ben added.
"That beautiful teardrop shaped hole..." Jim remarked.
"I don't see one like that very often. He's also got a
very sexy ridge." Jim stuck the other electrode on my
right buttock.
"Now I'll start the power low, to let you get used to
it," he said. "You'll feel a mild tingling at first."
He adjusted the knobs, and I felt the current tingling
along the nerves of my penis and prostate. I lay flat
on the bed to enjoy the sensations.
"Now I'll change the current from sine wave to square
wave," he said as he slowly twisted another knob. The
current seemed to become more intense, almost
uncomfortable.
"This okay?" Jim asked. When I nodded, he turned up
the power slightly. The tingling increased.
"Now I'll change from direct current to `pulse,' he
said as he made another adjustment. I felt my penis
start to jerk, in time with the pulses, and then Jim
increased the power. My prick was flat on my stomach,
jerking up with each surge, and I saw Ben and Jim
watching my bobbing glans avidly.
"Jack's balls are always tight," Ben explained to Jim.
"They'll get a little tighter, but the big change will
be when his tip turns darker purple."
"It's so wet and shiny," Jim remarked as he increased
the power again. My prick was filled with heavy throbs
as the current made even the ring muscle in my shaft
and foreskin tighten with each pulse. A heavy tingle
filled my helmet and shaft, reaching all the way down
into my cock-root. I felt the power increase again as
my eyes closed, and now I knew it would happen any
second because the feeling of anticipation was
intense.
"His helmet's getting darker," Ben pointed out to Jim.
"See how much darker it is around the rim?" Dominated
by the strong electrically-induced jerks, my cock
throbbed hard and despite my efforts to relax, I felt
my crotch muscles responding. My straining bladder
heightened my sensations.
Another surge of power shot through my body and
suddenly my groin exploded with the heavy pounding of
orgasm. A burning hot jet shot from my prostate and
through my urethra, and I felt someone's lips
encircling the front of my helmet as I ejaculated. My
crotch muscles throbbed again as I cried out
helplessly, and another discharge streamed like hot
lava up my cock.
"Wrap your lips around his head, Jim," I heard Ben say
in the distance. Jim was eagerly nursing at my
exploding helmet, feeling every throb and swallowing
every gush. Jim's teeth lightly scraped the hard
surface of my glans, and I shot again. I was lost in
time and space, totally focused on the intense
sensations that flooded my body. The combination of
the pulses and Jim's eager lips drained me, and soon I
felt the pulses stop as the residue seeped from my
tip.
When I finally opened my eyes Ben leaned over and
kissed me on my lips. I was still dazed from the
multiple shocks of an especially intense orgasm, and I
barely responded. Jim removed the electrodes while Ben
hugged me, and then they helped me up and we walked to
the hot tub. Ben turned on the pump and we relaxed in
the hot water as streams of bubbles rose from the jets
to caress our bodies.
"I have to pee," said Jim.
"Get out of the tub and do it in the drain on the
side," Ben said. Jim got up and squatted on the tile
surrounding the tub, aiming his penis at a drain next
to the edge. Ben and I watched as a thick stream
dilated the long lips of his cock-slit and poured into
the drain. When he finished, he milked out the residue
and returned to sit next to Ben. I'd been feeling a
sharp fullness in my bladder and now the sensation
became more urgent.
"I have to go too," I said, and began climbing out of
the tub. I squatted where Jim had positioned himself,
so that my prick and balls would be clearly visible to
anyone in the tub. I braced my left hand on the floor
to steady myself as I drew back my foreskin completely
with my right hand. The hot water had relaxed the ring
muscle in my penile skin, as well as the cremaster
muscle in my scrotum, and my balls hung a bit lower
than usual. I relaxed my sphincter, and felt the
sluicing of the thick stream down my penis.
"He's got a really beautiful tip," said Jim. "Both of
you do." Jim and Ben watched as my penis emptied
itself into the drain pit, and as the flow diminished
to a trickle I began milking my urethra, and finally
pulled my foreskin all the way forward.
"See how the end of his foreskin's gaping now?" Ben
asked Jim. "When you first saw it, it was tight over
his tip, and the front part formed a nozzle. Now the
nozzle's loosened up, and his foreskin's going to slip
over my tip easily." I got back into the hot tub,
sitting next to Jim, my hand dropping to fondle his
loose scrotum. Jim was working on Ben's cock, sliding
the foreskin back and forth with an easy familiarity.
The hole at the end of Ben's glans was very dilated,
and I guessed that he was secreting a steady flow of
lubricant. Ben's eyes were closed, his face relaxed,
and I knew he was enjoying the sensations.
"You have to pee, Ben?" I asked.
"Guess I do, but I don't want to do it now. I'd rather
have a full bladder when we dock."
"When will you guys be ready to dock?" Jim asked.
"I'm ready right now," I replied. "We'd better do it
within the next half hour, while I'm still relaxed
from coming and won't get hard when my foreskin slips
over his glans." Ben opened his eyes and got up,
reaching for a towel. We followed, and within a couple
of minutes we were all dry and back on the bed. Jim
resumed sliding Ben's foreskin slowly and sensually,
ensuring that he remained at his level of excitement.
Ben reached for a bottle of Astroglide and poured some
onto his glans when Jim drew back his hood.
"I really like this stuff," he explained to Jim. "It
gives my penis a warm sensation." I lay down on my
left side, and Ben lay facing me, poised on his right
side, so that our pricks were tip to tip. Jim's
fingers expertly grasped my foreskin by the forward
edges and stretched the orifice as I moved forward to
let it engulf Ben's swollen bell head. I felt the
hardness of his front dome press against my glans, and
the film of Astroglide produced a warm feeling inside
my hood and on the front of my helmet.
"You've got a really big head, Ben. Good thing his
skin's nice and loose," Jim commented as he stretched
my hood farther onto Ben's penis, engulfing the
flaring corona. "Can you hold it now?" he asked,
facing me. I clamped my thumb and forefinger around my
hood, holding it in place over Ben's ridge, beginning
to stroke his glans in the slow twisting motions that
I'd used last time.
"Since I've got the electro kit, we may as well use
it," Jim said as he stuck and electrode on the top of
Ben's shaft behind his retracted foreskin. He placed
the other on his buttock, and turned on the power.
"Now the current will add to your sensations."
"Nice," Ben said. "Between the foreskin, the Astro,
and the current I think I'll have a super orgasm." Jim
turned up the power as I began twisting my foreskin
more vigorously, and Ben's face assumed a dreamy
expression. Jim turned the power knob again, then the
`pulse' knob, and Ben began to moan. I felt Ben's
glans throbbing against mine. The current wasn't
passing through my penis at all, but I felt its
effects on Ben's glans, which pressed harder against
mine as it engorged even more and pulsed. Although I
couldn't see it, I was sure it was becoming darker
purple. I did see Ben's sac tighten, though, visible
evidence of his mounting excitement.
"More power now," Jim murmured as he twisted the knob
again, and I saw Ben's eyes close. His hips had begun
to move, and his hard, engorged bell crushed my glans
each time it pressed against it. I felt Ben's penis
jerking in time with each pulse, and knew that events
would proceed automatically from now on. Ben was
losing his ability to control himself, and my foreskin
and Jim's magic box would draw the orgasm from his
helpless body.
Ben was moaning between deep breaths, and I knew he
was feeling the heavy sensations flooding him. He was
feeling my foreskin's friction on his swollen bell
head, and right behind it Jim's electrode was pouring
sensations through the dorsal nerves of his shaft. The
electric pulses made his penis and prostate throb, and
tightened his crotch muscles.
My encircling fingers felt the additional engorgement
of Ben's glans, and the way it had become harder and
less spongy. The rim enlarged under my fingertips, and
I knew he was at the edge. He was moaning
rhythmically, in time with the pulses that dominated
his attention. I hugged his torso to me.
I felt the first hard throb between my encircling
fingers and in the head of my cock as Ben's orgasm
launched itself. He yelped loudly as a torrent of hot
cream shot from his meatus, flooding my glans and
foreskin. I felt his cock-head hammer mine again as a
second jet spewed from his slit, swirling around my
glans and corona. Ben's body was shuddering,
overwhelmed by the frenzy of his orgasm, as he shot
again.
"He's really into it now," Jim muttered as he watched
Ben pouring his life-fluid into my foreskin. "I bet he
doesn't know where he is." I believed it, because the
feeling of disorientation also overwhelmed my
consciousness when I had an orgasm.
I felt another hard throb against my helmet as Ben's
slit poured another gush of hot juice that flooded my
tightly-stretched hood as his body strained against
mine. Now the fluid was beginning to leak from the
edges of my foreskin and Jim quickly placed a wad of
Kleenex under our pricks. Ben's face was strained, his
entire body was shaking, and his moans of joyful agony
filled the room. I knew what Ben was feeling because
the powerful electric pulses had pounded the orgasm
from my throbbing penis only minutes before, leaving
me spent and drained. Ben was being overwhelmed by the
same heavy glans-tingling sensations, His straining
bell-end gushing helplessly into my enveloping flesh.
Ben's throbs became weaker, especially after Jim
reduced the power, and we let his orgasm finish
naturally. I let go our conjoined pricks, and a heavy
gush of thick white fluid poured from my foreskin onto
the Kleenex Jim had prepared. Ben's eyes were still
closed because the hot frenzy of orgasm had left him
utterly drained, and Jim and I watched my foreskin
gradually slide off Ben's still swollen cock-head.
We saw the thick coat of white cream coating the
shapely glans, which was only now beginning to shrink.
Under the splotchy white liquid the surface of his
glans was deep purple, but this was slowly fading to a
lighter shade. Jim removed the electrodes before Ben
rolled onto his back, and Jim placed a pad of Kleenex
under his prick as it flopped onto his stomach. We
watched Ben's foreskin slowly slide forward over the
shrinking head of his cock.
Ben lay immobile for minutes, recovering from the
multiple shocks of orgasm. When he finally opened his
eyes, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. I
moved away and Jim kissed him, first on the forehead,
then on the tip of his nose, then on each cheek, and
finally on the lips. Jim asked:
"Hey, buddy, you have to pee?"
"My bladder's straining, but I think my crotch muscles
are still too tight to let me pee." His face was
strained.
"Let's get you in the shower. Hot water should do the
trick," I said.
"It always did for me," Jim confirmed. We helped Ben
walk to the bathroom and gathered with him in the
spacious shower stall. As Jim adjusted the water
spray, I grasped Ben's hood and gently peeled it back
until it caught behind his flaring rim. We turned Ben
to face the spray, and the hot water flowed down the
front of his body, sluicing over his now limp penis
and exposed purple glans. I felt Ben's body relax
against us as we watched the first trickle flow from
his long slit. Ben took a deep breath and his flow
increased, becoming a thick gush that poured onto the
floor of the shower and down the drain.
After Ben had finished, and Jim had milked his shaft
to drain the residue, I stood facing the shower. Jim's
expert fingers peeled back my foreskin, and I found
that the hot stream launched my urge as well. I stood
immobile, letting my sphincter relax, and enjoyed the
delicious sensation of my hot stream sluicing through
my urethra. Jim stood at my side, and some of the
spray flowed down his body. I looked down to see his
strawberry tip draining itself too.
When we'd finished, we milked each other's pricks, and
Jim carefully replaced the foreskin over my bulging
helmet. We dried ourselves, and went back into the
bedroom, exhausted, to sleep and recharge our
batteries.

The end