Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2013 08:20:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Foreskin Boys, Part 6, Young Friends

Foreskin Boys, Part 6

By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     "Can you dock me again?" Alex asked me. His eyes were fixed on my
foreskin nipple, which extended beyond the glans even with
erection. "You've still got a lot of skin there," he continued. "With the
way your dick's grown I thought it would have taken up al that slack."

     "I've been stretching my foreskin to keep the extra length," I
explained.  "I like having it this long, and maybe even longer, so I can
dock another guy."

     "I've been doing the same to my cock," Jimmy added. "I didn't start
out with as much skin as he did, but I want to keep the length I've got and
maybe grow a little more so I can dock other guys too. Every day I tug on
it, in the shower, when I pee, or in bed when I wake up and before going to
sleep."  Alex was holding my penis in his right hand, and Jimmy's in his
left, gently stroking them. His adoration of our uncut pricks enhanced our
self-esteem.

     "Like this?" Alex asked as he grasped the puckered ends of our hoods
and pulled them toward him, out from our bodies. He kept the gentle tension
up for several seconds before letting go, and then pulled them again.

     "That's exactly how we do it," Jimmy told him. "We've already seen
results." Alex let go of my prick but continued gazing at it admiringly.

     "I really love that pig in a blanket look. I wish mine looked that
way." He gave my helmet a quick squeeze through the enveloping hood and
turned to Jimmy.

     "I can get you off first," he said to Jimmy as he pulled his foreskin
down to lock behind his corona. "My brother Joe told me that since uncut
guys' tips are so sensitive, they really get off by direct friction on the
head." He took a jar of Albolene from his backpack and spread some on
Jimmy's swollen purple glans. The jelly-like substance quickly liquefied
with the heat of Jimmy's hot helmet. Then Alex began stroking, with rapid,
light fingertip strokes as he stabilized Jimmy's shaft with his left
hand. He ran his fingertips around Jimmy's exposed corona, pausing to
tantalize the frenulum, the hot spot, and then working around the flaring
ridge again. The effect was startling. Jimmy's body jerked and he began
gasping rapidly right away:

     "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," he went, while staring fixedly as his penis, the
source of intense sensations. "It feels like I'm gonna come any second," he
said. "It's so intense."

     "It'll take more than a few seconds," Alex assured him. "More like a
minute, Joe said. "I know it's intense, because your tip's so
sensitive. When Joe does it to me, it's not as hot." Jimmy's gasps became
louder as he approached the magic moment, and I saw his glans darken to a
deep purple.

     "His tip's hard as a rock now," Alex commented as his fingers
continued their frenzied dance over Jimmy's glans. Both Alex and I
maintained our erections, Alex because he was handling Jimmy's hot hard
prick, and I because I was next to Jimmy, watching the erotic scene. I saw
a drop of clear fluid in Alex's pouting oval meatus as I felt a drop of
lubricant crawling up my urethra. I also felt the tension building in
Jimmy's body, as I lay next to him with our thighs touching. I clasped his
hand and felt his fingers tighten.

     Alex's fingertips continued to dance over Jimmy's glans, working up
and down around the corona and then sliding across his long slit. Now
Jimmy's eyes closed and his gasps were loud, as if he were being
tortured. His face contorted and a couple of seconds later he yelped loudly
as a stream of sperm erupted from his naked helmet. His body jerked and
shuddered, making the bed shake. He yelped again as another white jet shot
from his meatus to land on his abdomen.

     He was really into it, hips bucking and legs trembling, as Alex's
fingertips continued to stroke the tender surface of his glossy helmet,
sliding across the broad upper surface and then underneath to caress the
nerve-rich frenulum.  Jimmy's helpless cries filled the air as his helmet,
glossy wet with Albolene, throbbed explosively and released another hot
jet. He yelped again as another torrent of fluid slammed through the lips
of his long slit. Alex and I were vicariously enjoying his orgasm, and Alex
said:

     "Man, his dick's throbbing so hard......" as he continued his
maddening strokes across the turgid helmet. Jimmy shuddered again as his
last ejaculation gushed from his tip. Now he became still and I felt his
grip on my hand relax. Alex kissed him tenderly on the lips as he lapsed
into his daze. I reached for some Kleenex to sop up the pools of sperm on
his abdomen as Alex milked his softening prick. Alex and I were still
rock-hard when Jimmy revived and said:

     "Man, that was like being hit by an express train. I sure drained
myself. Thanks, Alex." He got up and went into the bathroom to shower,
tossing a towel back at us, which we spread on the bed. As we heard the
shower start Alex and I arranged ourselves facing each other, our four and
a half inch pricks nose to nose. I stretched out my foreskin to enclose his
naked helmet, and Alex gave a deep sigh.

     "Oh, that feels so good, having your skin over my tip. I wish it were
that way all the time, covered in warm skin." Our abdomens were about nine
inches apart, the combined length of our pricks, and I began stroking my
foreskin slowly over his glans, making him sigh again. I intertwined my
legs with his, as I wanted to feel the tension building in his body.

     "You made Jimmy come fast," I told him. "I'm gonna keep it slow, so we
can have a long build-up." I continued stroking my foreskin at a measured
pace over his tip, giving him more pressure because his serve endings were
not as sensitive as mine.

     "You're doing it fine," Alex replied. "I love what you're
doing. Feeling that skin sliding over my tip is heavenly." He reached
between us, his fingertips tickling my already tight scrotum. I kissed him
on the lips and heard him moan softly. A minute later I heard the shower
stop and shortly after that Jimmy, having dried himself, came into the
room.

     "Oh, good, you haven't come yet," he said. "I wouldn't want to miss
that." I didn't reply, as my attention was totally fixed on our pricks and
the sleeve of skin sliding over our hot tips. He sat behind me and I felt
his warm hands caressing my body, first on my back and then moving down to
my thighs.

     "I can feel your tip's harder now," Alex whispered. I knew his glans
had gone into its final swelling as well, and his front dome was indenting
the front of my glans as he pressed his prick hard against mine inside the
foreskin. I continued my stroking, thumb sliding my foreskin over his
corona, and two fingers pressing into the underside to rub his
frenulum. His breathing became faster as did mine, and our eyes were fixed
on the seat of our pleasure. I felt the muscles in his legs tighten as his
tension built up.

     "We'll be coming soon," I advised him, perhaps unnecessarily, because
it was obvious to both of us that we'd soon be caught up in the hot frenzy
of orgasm.  Jimmy sensed it too, because he told me:

     "I know you're close. I can feel the tightness of your muscles. I just
hope you both blast off at the same time."

     "I think we will," I whispered as my hips thrust forward slightly,
pressing my prick harder against Alex's turgid tip.

     "This is so beautiful," Alex murmured as his eyes closed. Mine also
closed, involuntarily, and we both withdrew into ourselves, focusing on the
heightened sensations in our pricks and the certainty of the oncoming
orgasm. I felt Alex's legs start to tremble against mine.

     "Tip's tickling," Alex whispered urgently. I knew he felt the tickle
in his rim, as my thumb was flicking my foreskin over it. A tickle started
in my rim too, and I knew that it would momentarily turn into a hot
blasting tingle. I kept stroking steadily, anticipating the magic moment of
release. Now the tingle began, increasing and spreading all over my swollen
helmet, and I felt my body tense all over.

     "AH-AH-AH-AH-AH" we cried out in unison as the irresistible tsunami of
orgasm slammed into us and sent us tumbling into the free-fall of orgasm. I
felt Alex's helmet throb and spurt hot cream against mine as a flow of hot
lava poured up my prick and out into my hood, bathing both our tips in
liquid warmth. We were both shuddering, pricks throbbing against each
other, as we released another hot jet each. I felt my hood swelling with
the volume of cream filling it, and cried out in ecstasy. Our discharges
mixed inside my enveloping foreskin surging all over our helmets and behind
our coronas, the excess seeping out between Alex's glans and the edge of my
tightly-stretched hood.

     We were both enveloped in the sweet agony of orgasm as our pricks
throbbed again, and I felt another hot stream surge up through my urethra
and slam through the lips of my slit to mix with Alex's creamy load. My
back arched and my hips bucked with the intensity of the sensations
sweeping through me, and again I cried out helplessly. The bed was shaking
and we shuddered again as we released two more torrents of cream that
poured over the front domes of our throbbing helmets. We were overwhelmed
by the fury of our spasms and our yelps filled the air.

     Suddenly the contractions became less intense, and I knew my orgasm
was over. Alex's tip had stopped throbbing against mine, and I felt him
start to relax as he became quiet. I was still holding my foreskin over his
glans, and felt it soften between my fingers. A trickle of cream drained
out of the end of my hood, soaking into the towel. His shrinking glans
slipped out of my foreskin, and his limp prick drooped onto the towel.

     "That was dynamite!" Jimmy commented. "Your tips must have been
blasting away inside Jack's skin. You both were loud when you came and sure
shot a lot of juice."

     A couple of days later Joe approached me in the hallway between
classes.

     "There's a guy you've gotta meet," he said. "Come to my house after
school." When I arrived, he introduced me to Mike, an older boy about his
age who had brown hair and eyes as I did. We shook hands while I wondered
why Joe wanted me to meet him. Apparently he had not invited Jimmy.

     "Joe told me you're one of the few uncut guys in our school," he told
me.  "We've got to show and tell." As he spoke, he and Joe began disrobing
and I quickly followed suit.

     "See?"  Joe asked me. "Mike's got a long nipple just like yours," he
continued. I saw that indeed this was true. Mike reached down and grasped
my prick's nipple between thumb and forefinger, lifting my prick up to
horizontal.  I grasped his nipple, stretching it toward me as I grasped his
shaft with my other hand. I pushed his foreskin back off the long glans and
saw that it was narrower than mine, and bullet-shaped instead of
helmet-like. His corona was flat, not flaring, but his tip was wet, purple,
and glossy, just like mine.

     "Nice prick," I murmured as I began working his long hood in slow
strokes the full length of his glans. He pushed my hood back and said:

     "Oh, man, nice tip! I just love that helmet shape." Our pricks were
rapidly swelling from the stimulation, and I saw Joe squeezing his prick as
he eyed the scene. I felt a drop of natural lubrication crawl up my tube as
I saw a clear drop part the lips of Mike's long oval slit. The scent of our
musky tips filled the air, and I knew Joe smelled it as well. The aroma of
musky glans and intact foreskin always aroused Joe.

     "We're both hot," I remarked. "We're really turning each other on."
Now that Mike's prick had stiffened, I noted that it was over five inches
long and had a graceful upward curve, unlike my straight one. We kept
stroking each other's pricks, adding to our excitement.

     "You're turning each other on because you're both uncut and know how
to handle another uncut dick," Joe said as he spread a thin film of
Albolene over his glans.  Wrapping his fingers around his prick, he began
stroking it as the jelly liquefied, providing a thin film of exquisite
lubrication. "Let's play," he continued. "My parents took Alex to a movie
and they won't be home until after seven." He led us to his bedroom and
spread a towel on the bed with his left hand. His right hand was stroking
his prick while he kept his eyes fixed on our pricks. Joe was enthralled by
the sight of two natural pricks being stimulated. I was glad Mike and I
could make his sexual experience more intense and pleasurable by putting on
a show for him.

     "Your slit's different from mine, like a teardrop," Mike commented as
he skinned me back and used his index fingers to spread the drop of clear
fluid that had appeared. His direct touch on my glans made my prick twitch
and I said:

     "Oh, that feels so good." Mike's fingertip traced a small circle
around my lubricated orifice as he replied:

     "I know what feels good for you, Jack. You can do it to me too."
Keeping his foreskin stripped back, I touched his oval slit with my left
index finger, making him gasp softly as I spread the viscous liquid in
small circles and then tantalized his nerve-rich gee-string with my
fingertip.

     "Man, your tips are so sensitive," Joe observed as he watched us,
fascinated by our manipulations. "You get such terrific feelings when you
touch each other." His fist was working up and down his prick in measured
strokes, and I guessed that he wanted to avoid coming too soon, preferring
to keep pace with us. As his circumcised organ was much less sensitive than
Mike's or mine, I knew he'd have no problem holding back until we came. All
three of our glossy purple tips glistened in the soft room light, delicious
eye candy to enhance our excitement.

     "We both have long enough skins to dock each other," Mike told me.
"Although my dick's longer than yours the head's narrower, so I know it'll
fit perfectly inside your tube of skin. Your head's wider than mine, but my
skin can stretch to cover it."

     "Let's take turns," I suggested. "I'll go first." We lat face to face
to get ready as Joe eyes us and I grasped the end of my foreskin,
stretching the orifice, sliding it slowly over Mike's purple bullet shaped
head while he held his hood back behind his rim. Mike had a blissful look
on his face as he felt his glans being engulfed inside my soft foreskin
sheath. I thrust forward slightly and pressed the blunt nose of my tip
against his, feeling the warmth of his glans against mine. He sighed deeply
as the sensations flowed into his sensitive prick as I began sliding my
foreskin slowly, back and forth.

     "You guys are sure hot," Joe commented. "Your balls are tight against
your bodies, both of you." What Joe didn't see was the warm lubricant
leaking from our tips, spreading over our heads and softening the
sensations. Mike and I stared into each other's eyes, gauging each other's
excitement as I continued the slow stroking.

     "I'm glad you're taking it slow," he said. "I wouldn't want to come
too fast because I'm enjoying the ride too much."

     "Getting there is half the fun," I replied as I leaned forward to kiss
him lightly on the lips. Mike moaned, and I knew it was reaching him. We
lay there for a couple of minutes as I continued stroking my long foreskin
over his well-lubricated glans.

     "Let's switch now," Mike said, and I pulled my foreskin off his glans
and pulled it to lock behind my ridge, baring both wet glossy tips. Joe,
squatting behind Mike and still stroking his prick, stared avidly at the
sight as Mike drew his foreskin forward slowly to envelop my purple helmet.

     "Man, your skin locks behind your high rim," he commented as he pushed
his hood all the way to my corona, sending hot sparks of sensation into my
helmet. With his other hand he pushed back hard on my shaft skin,
stretching my nerve-rich frenulum.

     "Your foreskin feels so good covering my tip," I told him. His hips
thrust forward slightly, pushing the end of his glans against mine.

     "I like having your big helmet inside my skin, stretching it out," he
said.  "That really feels good. I could tell it felt good for you when your
skin was covering mine." His gentle fingers stroked his foreskin back and
forth over our sensitive tips, heightening our sensations.

     "You're so lucky you've still got your skins," Joe said ruefully. "You
can dock each other and get some real thrills." His helmet was swollen
angrily as his fist stroked back and forth. He was on his knees behind
Mike's back, giving me a perfect view of his prick.

     "Yeah, it's really nice going tip to tip," I said. I was lying
perfectly still, letting Mike do the work, as his well-lubricated foreskin
sent blissful feelings into my engorged helmet.

     "I can feel your helmet's getting harder," Mike observed as he
continued to slide his hood over it. I replied:

     "Your tip felt a little spongy when we started but now it's firmed up
where it's pressing against the front of mine. I think we're getting
close."

     "I know," he replied. "Im starting to get that ache in the head that
tells me I need to unload soon. Does that happen to you?"

     "I'm getting the same feeling, a fullness in my helmet that turns into
a pleasant ache," I answered.

     "We're getting the same thing, then," he told me. I knew we were
describing our sensations for Joe's sake as much as our own, to add to his
arousal. I said:

     "Now I'm getting a slight tickle in my rim. How about you?"

     "My tickle's just starting too," Mike replied. "Do you tingle when
you're right on the edge?"

     "Yeah, Mike," I told him. "When I get that tingle my eyes close and
next thing I know my prick's throbbing and blasting its cream."

     "I think we're going to come together," he said. "I know I'll really
enjoy that, feeling your big tip throbbing inside my skin and against
mine." His fingers had picked up speed and I knew he was in the final
stage, unable to hold back. We were both breathing quickly now.

     "I'm feeling a strong tickle now," I whispered. "When that tingle hits
me, I'll be a goner." I moved my legs to intertwine with his, as I wanted
to feel his shudders when the orgasm hit him.

     "I'll come with you guys, I'm so hot," Joe declared. His fist was
flying over his engorged glans and his breathing had become ragged. Now
Mike moaned, his last words before the storm hit us:

     "Tingling, tingling...." My tickle had changed to a hot tingle and my
eyes closed as my excitement mounted to the cusp. Hot sparks of sensation
stabbed deeply into my helmet and when the first intense contraction began,
deep inside me, I cried out:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" and I felt the first hot torrent hurtle up my
urethra to slam though the lips of my gaping slit, drowning Mike's tip. An
instant later I heard him cry out and felt his glans throb hard against
mine as a gush of sperm poured onto the front dome of my helmet. My prick
throbbed again and as the hot jet seared its way up my tube I felt Mike's
legs shudder against mine. Mike and I were locked in the docking embrace of
orgasm, enhancing our thrills as we felt each other's responses.

     I was barely aware of hot liquid drops landing on my body, and
fleetingly remembered that Joe was surely shooting too, confirmed when I
heard his anguished cries blending with ours. Mike and I yelped together as
our tips throbbed simultaneously, gushing into his foreskin. We were
thrusting our tips against each other, lost in the hot frenzy of our
orgasms. I reached down to cup his scrotum, my fingers touching the flesh
behind it, and I felt the pulse of his next discharge in his urethra just
before it poured over the front of my helmet. This triggered another jet
from me, which surged out of my throbbing helmet to flood his foreskin and
blend with his sperm.

     We each shot a couple more times, glans hammering throbbing glans,
until we were drained. Then we lay still, taking deep breaths as our
erections softened and thick white liquid dripped out of his foreskin onto
the towel below. When I finally came out of my daze and opened my eyes, I
saw Mike gazing at me, and Joe slumped on the bed behind him. I was first
to speak:

     "That was so hot. We all came at the same time." I saw that Joe had
spewed his cream over both of us as we were shooting inside Mike's long
hood.

     "Yeah," Mike agreed. "That was a hell of an experience. I felt every
throb of your big tip while we were coming." Joe opened his eyes and said:

     "Watching you was so hot. Once you started coming my dick started
blasting off. I shot all over you." He got up off the bed and, taking Mike
by the hand, led him into the bathroom. I followed and we crowded into the
shower. Joe poured a generous amount of liquid soap into a bath sponge and
began washing his cream off our bodies. My foreskin was still locked back
behind my flaring ridge and as the hot water sluiced over my prick my
sphincter slackened and my yellow stream began flowing. Seeing this, Mike
skinned back and enjoyed the sensation as his stream started. Joe's
circumcised tip was already bare and he started releasing his urine,
flushing the sperm residue from his urethra.

     "Pissing really cleans us out," Mike said as we rinsed off. "I like to
do that after I come."

     "Ever pull your skin down over your tip and pinch the end shut?" Joe
asked us.

     "I do that a lot," Mike answered as I nodded agreement. I like to make
my skin balloon out. It keeps it loose and even stretches it a bit."
Turning to me, Mike said:

     "Joe told me you stretch your skin out to make it longer. I do too
because I want to have enough skin to dock any cock I meet."

     "My friend Jimmy does it too," I answered. "His foreskin's not as long
as mine, and he wants to be able to dock me too."

     "Does he have a big helmet like you do?" Mike asked.

     "Does he!" said Joe. "He has a big beautiful purple helmet that looks
like a twin of Jack's. The only difference is the shape of their holes when
they get hard. Jack's got a teardrop shaped hole, and Jimmy's a long slit."

Continued in Part 7.

A personal note: After writing about half of the docking scene with Mike, I
found drops of thick salty liquid inside my foreskin, and went into the
bathroom to stroke myself to orgasm.