Date: Sat, 16 Mar 2013 07:51:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Foreskin Boys, Part 5, Young Friends

Foreskin Boys, Part 5

By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     Alex was working his head up and down on Jimmy's prick, and Jimmy's
breathing was hot and heavy. Joe and I watched as Jimmy approached
orgasm. Jimmy closed his eyes as his abdominal muscles tensed, and his legs
developed a slight tremor.

     "Jimmy's gonna have a hot one," Joe observed. "I taught Alex how to
give a good blow job to an uncut cock and it looks like he's got Jimmy
really excited." Alex's hand gripped Jimmy's prick at the base, pulling the
skin down to put tension on the nerve-rich gee-string, and I knew that this
was making Jimmy's helmet dip down toward his toes, adding to the
stimulation.

     "Well, you did a good job on mine, and Alex seems to have learned
pretty well from you," I replied. Jimmy was moaning loudly as the erotic
sensations filled his body, and it was clear that he was right on the
edge. His face was contorted, lips drawn back, and now he bellowed:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" as he tumbled into orgasm. His legs jerked
and his hips bucked as he tried to thrust his prick upward, deeper into
Alex's mouth. Alex's Adam's Apple bobbed up and down, and I knew he was
swallowing hard and that Jimmy's prick must be pumping a torrent of fluid
into his mouth. Alex twisted his head, working his lips in a sideways
stroke around Jimmy's prick, to heighten his sensations. Joe grasped and
squeezed my hand, and I squeezed back, as we were caught up in the
excitement.

     Jimmy's helpless cries filled the air as his body shuddered in hot
frenzy. I knew that Jimmy was draining himself of every last drop of fluid,
pouring it into Alex's waiting mouth. Alex swallowed hard again, and then
Jimmy was still, his biological storm abating. Alex lovingly milked his
shrinking prick and then replaced the foreskin over Jimmy's helmet.

     When Jimmy opened his eyes he saw Alex lying next to him, circumcised
penis fully erect. He reached over to squeeze the glans while Joe and I
watched. Then he slid down on the bed to take Alex's hard prick between his
lips.

     "Alex isn't too sensitive; he's like me," Joe admonished him. "I don't
think you can get him of with just your lips and tongue. You'll have to
scrape your teeth down his helmet a few times to make him pop." Jimmy did
just that. We watched as he scraped his upper incisors down the broad upper
surface of Alex's helmet, making Alex grunt in response.

     "Oh, that was good," Alex affirmed as Jimmy looked up at him. "Do it
again a few times." Jimmy continued stimulating his tip with his teeth, and
we watched as Alex's eyes closed. His breathing was now fast and shallow,
punctuated by groans, and his abdominal muscles tightened. Jimmy stopped
and removed his mouth, instead pumping his fist rapidly up and down Alex's
hot wet prick. Alex shuddered and uttered loud grunts as his orgasm
launched:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" escaped from his lips as a long column of white
shot up from his bare glans to fall back onto his abdomen. He grunted again
as the joyful agony of orgasm blasted through his body and his helmet
erupted again. Jimmy was stroking his hot hard prick relentlessly to bring
more spurts from it, and Alex's hips bucked hard, thrusting his erection up
into Jimmy's tight fist.  Finally, Alex unloaded his last discharge and
became still, exhausted from his efforts. Jimmy milked Alex's urethra, and
when he revived, we all went into the bathroom to shower.

     It was a very tight fit in the small shower stall, so Joe and I
showered first. I skinned back to let the water flow over my helmet while
Joe watched, fascinated, as my flow began. His started a moment later,
mixing with mine in the bottom of the shower stall as we flushed our
residues thoroughly. After rinsing the sweat from our bodies, we got out,
freeing the shower for Alex and Jimmy. Joe insisted on drying me, and he
took his time with my prick, carefully dabbing my exposed glans with the
towel before lovingly slipping my foreskin down to cover it. I dried him,
but as he had no foreskin, drying his penis was simpler and quicker. Back
in the bedroom, he commented:

     "That skin looks really nice on your dick. It's pretty long, too. That
gives you a lot to play with." I had to return the compliment and replied:

     "Yours is pretty well-proportioned, Joe. I like that big helmet. Your
prick's heavy-ended and I like the way it swings from side to side when you
walk."  He digested that for a moment and then said:

     "Your dick and Jimmy's are getting that way too. Give it a couple of
years and they'll look even better than they do now." Jimmy and Alex had
finished their shower together, dried each other, and had come back into
the bedroom.  Jimmy and I got dressed, said our goodbyes, and left. On the
way home, Jimmy said to me:

     "I really like the long skin on your dick. I've been pulling on mine
to stretch it out whenever I take a piss or shower. Even in bed, before I
go to sleep, I give it a few tugs."

     "I've been doing the same, Jimmy," I told him. "Since my prick started
growing, it's been filling up my foreskin, and I noticed my nipple was
getting shorter. I want to stay ahead of the game and keep a long nipple so
I can dock you." I felt my prick swelling in my pants, as the sexual nature
of the conversation was getting me aroused. The bulge in my clothing was
visible, because Jimmy looked down and asked:

     "You getting hot?"

     "Yeah," I answered, looking down at his crotch, where a similar bulge
was apparent.  "You are too," I added.

     "Yeah, me too," he confirmed. "We got really drained with Joe and
Alex, but I'm ready to go again." At our age, it wasn't surprising or
unusual to have multiple orgasms in one day.

     "Your folks home today?" I asked. A drop of lubricant was crawling in
my urethra as I spoke.

     "No, they're out shopping. We've got a couple of hours, at least. They
won't be back until five." We went to Jimmy's house, where we hurriedly
stripped down in his bedroom. I saw a clear drop of prick honey filling the
pucker in his foreskin and said:

     "We're both wet, I see." We sat on the edge of the bed and Jimmy
leaned over to push down my foreskin and blow on my helmet, sending a
thrill through my hardening prick. I squeezed his glans through the
foreskin and then leaned over to skin him back and blow on his swelling
helmet. I felt his prick twitch between my fingers. The intoxicating aroma
of freshly-washed glans and foreskin hit my nostrils and I sighed in
delight.

     "I need to come bad," he said, a tone of urgency in his voice. "You
turn me on so much." At this, I started working his foreskin up and down
his swollen helmet, and this brought his prick to full hardness.

     "Okay, Jimmy, you just lie back on the bed and I'll give you relief,"
I told him.  He lifted his legs onto the bed and I crouched beside him,
focusing my attention on his needy and straining prick. Each time I pulled
his hood down to uncover the glossy head, I blew on it, making him catch
his breath. My other hand cupped his tightening scrotum, gently kneading
his balls to add to his excitement.

     "That feels so good, Jack," he murmured as I continued to stroke his
foreskin.  Now I pushed the tip of my tongue into his long slit, tickling
the lips as I worked his supple foreskin up and down in long
strokes. Pushing down, I'd stretch his foreskin and frenulum to put tension
on the deep-seated nerve endings. Pulling up, I ran his foreskin up and
over his prominent corona, applying friction and compression to the
nerve-rich tissues, ending up by bunching the end of his hood around my
tongue. I tasted his salty lubricant as it flowed from his slit, making his
foreskin wet and slippery.

     I was aware that Jimmy's fingers still encircled my rock-hard prick,
slowly stroking my long pendulous foreskin, massaging the head and adding
to my tension. My scrotum had tightened as I'd become fully erect, and I
knew that when my turn came Jimmy wouldn't have to stimulate me much to
bring forth my release. Meanwhile, I was bringing him closer to that
glorious moment when he'd shoot his sperm in the blissful agony of orgasm.

     "Just relax and let it happen," I urged him as I continued massaging
his foreskin over his glossy, swollen glans. I lifted my head and said:

     "Your tip's turning darker purple, and it's gotten harder under my
fingers."  Jimmy's breathing was now shallow and rapid as the electrifying
tension built in his body. I saw his eyes close, a sure sign that he was
withdrawing from the world outside his body, instead focusing on the
compelling hot sensations in his prick. His abdominal muscles contracted
and a tremor began in his legs. His hand dropped from my prick and then I
felt a throb between my encircling fingers as he yelped:

     "OWWW!  OWWW! OWWWWW!" and I saw a thick jet of white cream erupt from
his slit, falling back to lubricate his foreskin and my trembling,
encircling fingers.  Jimmy's body shuddered hard, shaking the bed, as he
was swept away by the overpowering flood of sensations. He howled again as
his prick throbbed and released another torrent of sperm. His hips bucked,
thrusting his hot hard prick deeper into my fist, and I saw another spurt
slam through the long lips of his slit, running down his helmet, my hand,
and into his pubic hair.

     Jimmy shuddered again and grunted as he blew another load. Now I
pushed his foreskin down hard, stretching his gee-string and making his
glossy purple helmet dip toward his toes, and he moaned a final time and
another gush poured from his meatus. He stopped moving and his breathing
slowed. I felt the tension leaving his body and knew he'd be in a daze for
a minute or two, the inevitable after-effect of his climax.

     "That was great. Thanks so much," he said when he opened his eyes. "I
really needed it." He pulled my head toward his and kissed me on the lips.
Then his fingers found my prick and I felt him manipulating my foreskin in
long and sensual strokes. He sat up and pushed me down on the bed, and I
arranged myself full-length, legs spread. Jimmy crouched between my thighs
as he pulled my hood down to expose my glossy purple helmet, blowing on it
to give me a thrill. I sighed and shivered when he did this. I heard him
inhale deeply.

     "I love the smell of your dick," he said. "You're lubing, and that
makes it smell even better. Tastes nice, too." He blew on my helmet again.

     "Ahhhhhhh," I murmured. "That feels so nice, so hot." I felt his
tongue-tip probe my pouting teardrop meatus as his fingers cupped my tight
scrotum.

     "Blowing on your tip gives you the same thrill it gives me," he
said. "We're both pretty sensitive there." Him warm, encircling fingers ran
my hood up and down my helmet, teasing the nerve endings.

     "I'm glad you've got a lot of skin on your dick," he said. "That lets
me give you those long strokes I know you enjoy."

     "Working on your prick made me so hot," I said. "I don't think I can
hold out long."

     "I figured that," he answered. "Any moment now you'll feel that nice
tickle in your rim." Jimmy increased his pace, and I felt my corona being
bumped and compressed each time he rolled my foreskin over it. On the
down-stroke he pulled my nerve-rich frenulum taut, and I felt it pulling
the front of my engorged helmet down. His hot lips kissed my bare glans,
sending another thrill into my prick.

     "I love what you're doing," I said as tension built in my body. My
breathing became shallow and rapid, and I whispered: "Not long now. I'm
getting that tickle."

     "Your tip's gotten darker, and I can feel it's harder now. The rim's
really swollen." As he spoke he increased his pace even more, whipping my
foreskin up and down, and my eyes closed with the increased stimulation. I
was no longer interested in the world outside, just the increasingly hot
sensations in my prick as the insistent tickle changed to a n intense
tingle. The erotic friction of my foreskin over my turgid tip sent me into
a loud, blasting orgasm:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted as the first jet of hot fluid
shot up my urethra, and I felt it slamming through the distended lips of my
meatus. I shuddered hard as a second spasm squeezed the root of my prick,
sending another jet of hot lava hurtling up my tube. I cried out helplessly
as the third wave of my orgasm flowed through my body, concurrently with a
torrent of liquid that blew out of my pouting hole.

     "You're shooting cream!" I heard Jimmy's voice in the distance. I
couldn't fully understand what this meant because I was shuddering and
crying mindlessly as the intense sensations overwhelmed my conscious
mind. Another contraction deep inside me launched a stream of fluid that
seared its way up my throbbing prick.  I yelped again as Jimmy's flying
fingers drew another spasm from me, and then it was over. Jimmy stopped
working my hood, and my prick just twitched for a few seconds before
becoming completely still.

     I relaxed, feeling my prick start to shrink as the erection left it,
and I felt myself sinking into the now familiar daze for a couple of
minutes. When I opened my eyes I saw Jimmy smiling down at me, licking his
index finger and saying:

     "You shot cream this time, just like me! It smells a little like
Clorox, and it tastes salty." As the meaning of his words sunk in, I felt
pleasure that I'd reached another milestone in my sexuality.

     Months passed, and we continued as before. Our pricks were maturing
and we'd grown a lot of pubic hair. We especially enjoyed the fact that our
helmets were becoming well-defined, with blunt front domes expanding to
high flaring ridges at the rear. Even limp, the outlines of our helmets
were clearly visible through our foreskins, and Alex stared at our pricks
enviously when he came over for some sex play.

     "Hey, Alex," I asked him one day when we'd all stripped down in my
bedroom, "Did your mother have your baby brother yet?" His eyes lit up and
he replied:

     "She did a couple of weeks ago, and guess what? She didn't have him
cut. I guess she listened to me and Joe."

     "I can tell you're pretty happy about that," I replied.

     "Both Joe and I are very happy. Little Alan has such a cute little
dink.  It's got a long tight nipple in front of the head, and when he grows
older I think it's gonna look like yours."

     "It's good that your mom was able to break the cycle," Jimmy told him.
"I've heard of families where if the oldest boy was cut, the younger ones
had to be too, so they wouldn't have to explain why they were different."
Alex had reached down to grasp Jimmy's prick and now he'd pushed the
foreskin off the glans.

     "Wow!  Your tip's really nice," he exclaimed. "It's purple now, not
pink like it used to be." I squeezed Alex's glans gently, and felt a
responsive twitch in his prick. I told him:

     "Your helmet's grown too, Alex. It's really nice the way your ridge
flares out."  Alex's corona seemed bigger than mine or Jimmy's mainly
because the foreskin had been cut away, leaving a deep groove behind his
ridge. His prick began to swell between my fingers. Jimmy reached for my
prick, held it upright, and skinned me back to display my helmet. I felt
the beginning of an erection.

     "Look, Alex, his tip's grown just like yours and mine." Alex's glans,
though, was dry and leathery, in sharp contrast to our moist and glossy
helmets. Jimmy's nimble fingers quickly stroked me to erection, and now we
were all hard and horny.

     "What are we gonna do today?" Jimmy asked.

     Continued in Part 6