Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 14:06:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Foreskin Envy, Part 2, Young Friends.

Foreskin Envy, Part 2
By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     "Okay, you do that, now that you know how it all works. You'll see
what coming is like when another guy comes. One thing, though: when I start
to come don't stop stroking me. My dick doesn't get super-sensitive any
more. Just keep going until I tell you to stop. It'll feel better for me if
you continue sliding my skin while I'm coming, okay?" I nodded and sat up
to grasp Clark's prick.  I began sliding his foreskin up and down the
purple helmet as I had before, sensing the tension building in him. His
abdominal muscles tightened and his balls drew up against his body as he
whispered:

     "Do it faster now." I increased my pace, watching his foreskin
covering and uncovering his swollen purple helmet as I stroked. There was a
certain beauty to his prick, and the sleeve of skin nature had given him,
so convenient for stimulation. His breathing became rapid and shallow, as
mine had, and his lips drew back from his teeth. Now he leaned back on his
arms, staring at his swollen prick that I was stroking so quickly. A drop
of clear liquid seeped out of his slit to lubricate his foreskin.

     "Faster," he moaned, and I picked up my pace, so that my encircling
fingers became a blur, as his had. As I was unaccustomed to this, my arm
was getting tired. Now he was moaning louder, and his hips lifted off the
bed. Suddenly I felt a hard throb between my encircling fingers and heard
him yelp loudly:

     "OH, OH, OH, OH!" as his eyes closed and his hips bucked, thrusting
his hard throbbing prick deeper into my hand. I saw a jet of clear liquid
shoot from his orifice to land on his abdomen, followed by another and
another. Remembering his instruction, I continued stroking his prick to
give him continuing sensations as his hood whipped up and down his
throbbing helmet. His loud helpless cries filled the air as his prick
continued to throb and more clear jets shot up from his slit. After about
20 or 30 seconds I heard him say:

     "Stop," and I removed my hand from his prick, which was still
twitching visibly with the foreskin locked back behind his rim. He began to
relax and his breathing slowed to normal. Awestruck, I watched his prick
lose its stiffness and shrink, as mine had. Clark lay still for a couple of
minutes, dazed from the explosion as I had been, until he opened his eyes.

     "Now you saw what happens when I come. He pointed to the pool of
liquid on his abdomen. "That's what happens when I shoot. You had a dry
come, but one of these days you'll be shooting like me. After a while,
we'll be shooting cream, with sperm in it. That's what makes babies, as you
might have heard in health class."

     "Is it too sensitive?" I asked.

     "Right.  When I told you to stop it was becoming too sensitive. It
isn't now." He pushed his foreskin down over his glans, completely
enclosing it.

     "It's nice to have that skin," I said. "It works really well to make
us come. I wonder how the cut guys do it, since they don't have that skin?"

     "They have to use baby oil or hand lotion," he said. "Our dicks have
natural lube to make our skins slide easily."

     "Wow!"  I said. "I'm glad I wasn't cut. You too." Clark nodded and
said:

     "Cut guys are also less sensitive there than we are. I think they
don't get as much feeling when they jerk off."

     "My father said something like that to the doctor who wanted to
circumcise me when he set my broken arm. My dad was cut. Was yours?"

     "Yeah," Clark answered. "They did it to him when he was born and he
never liked it. That's why he didn't let them cut me. I'm really glad he
didn't. My mother was going to let them do it because so many of her
friends had their boys cut but my father talked her out of it."

     "My mother was the same way," I said. "She thought it had to be done
to all boys."

     "Well, we know better and we know jerking off is more fun with the
foreskin."

     "We'll have to get together with my friend Jim," He proposed. "He's
cut and it would be nice if all three of us jerked off together to
compare."

     He followed up on this and a few days later we got together at Clark's
house after school. We went to his bedroom and got naked. Jim was a few
months older than Clark and his circumcised prick was bulkier, with a big
mushroom naked at the end.

     "I'm glad you invited me," he told us. "I like watching uncut guys
jerk off." Clark spread a large towel on his bed.

     "We enjoy comparing too," Clark replied as he handed Jim the bottle of
his mother's hand lotion he'd borrowed. Jim squeezed the bottle, pouring a
stream of lotion into the palm of his right hand. As he spread the
lubricant over his swelling prick he asked Clark:

     "Can I jerk you with my left hand? I'd really love to jerk your uncut
dick."  Clark nodded and Jim clasped his prick to begin stroking. Clark
wrapped his right hand around mine, working my foreskin in long slow
strokes over my swelling erection. We sat on the bed in a circle, facing
each other, eyes on each other's pricks. It took only seconds for us to get
full-hard at our age, and now we were stroking in earnest, except for me. I
asked Jim:

     "Is it all right if I jerk yours? I've seen a lot of cut pricks in
school but never touched one." Jim put a shot of lotion in my right palm
and I wrapped my fingers around his hard prick, feeling its warmth as I
began stroking up and down. I felt Clark's fingers working faster now, and
intense feelings building up in my prick.

     "Jack's cock is very sensitive," Clark told Jim. "He's gonna come any
second."  The urge to pee was starting in my tip, and my breathing became
shallower and faster.

     "Does he shoot?" Jim asked.

     "Right now he just gets dry comes," Clark informed him. "Watch when it
happens, though. It really hits him hard." My scrotum was tight, my prick
very stiff, as the urge to pee became overwhelming. Unlike the first couple
of times, though, I wasn't anxious, as I knew what to expect.

     When the first hard throb filled my prick I gasped and fell back on
the bed, letting go of Jim's prick. I lay there helpless, as the intense
sensations swept through my body. Clark had released my prick when he'd
felt the first throb, and now I was writhing on the bed, my super-sensitive
prick throbbing and twitching in orgasm. Several hard spasms wracked my
body and then it was over.  I heard Jim comment:

     "Holy cow, Clark, you were right. It just knocked him down when he
came."

     "It was like that last time," Clark replied.

     "I think you'll be next," Jim told him. "I really like the way your
skin works, sliding up and down your dick." I looked over and saw that he
was still pumping Clark's foreskin rhythmically. I sat up and clasped Jim's
prick again, sliding my fist up and down the lubricated shaft and
glans. Clark's breathing was faster now, and I knew that he'd be squirting
his liquid soon.

     "That skin works so nice on your dicks," Jim said. "I wish I hadn't
been cut." I sympathized with him, as I knew that if it hadn't been for my
father's insistence, I'd have a similar thick brown scar ring around my
shaft.  I'd always be grateful to my father for that.

     "My tip's starting to tickle," Clark whispered. "I get that tickle
just before I come." Jim kept stroking him, skillfully and passionately,
and I knew he was enjoying the friction I was applying to his turgid
prick. Jim pulled Clark's foreskin all the way back hard. Now Clark cried
out suddenly and I saw his body shudder as the first squirt of clear liquid
shot from his helmet. Jim brought his foreskin up to enclose the tip and
the next squirt ran down over Jim's fingers. He pulled down hard again,
baring Clark's big purple tip as Clark released his next jet into the
air. Clark's eyes were closed, but Jim's eyes were fixed on Clark's
throbbing prick as he pumped it through orgasm.

     I kept stroking Jim's prick, giving him pleasant sensations as he
brought Clark through his climax, and when Clark stopped gasping and
yelping, Jim released his prick and his eyes dropped to his own. I
continued stroking Jim's prick steadfastly, and soon Clark spoke:

     "That was hot, Jim. You really made me blast off."

     "I loved feeling your dick throb when I jerked you," Jim
replied. "Mine throbs hard too." Clark nudged me and said:

     "Twist your hand around the head with each stroke," he told me. "That
makes it hotter for him." I began twisting my fist around his mushroom on
each upward stroke, and then twisting in the opposite direction as I
started down again.

     "Yeah, that's it," Jim murmured as his eyes closed. I felt the tension
building in his body as I kept stroking. Clark reached down and cupped
Jim's balls in his hand, adding to the sensations. I worked Jim's prick
faster now, and his breathing sped up. His prick seemed to swell a little
more in my hand, and the tip darkened. A drop of clear fluid parted the
lips of Jim's slit and blended with the film of lotion lubricating his
prick.

     Suddenly Jim's head flew back and he yelped loudly as his prick
throbbed hard in my hand as Clark's had, and a jet of slightly milky liquid
shot from his hole onto the towel.

     "See?"  Clark asked me. "He's making a little sperm already." Jim's
prick throbbed again as I twisted my fist around his engorged glans,
sending another long jet arcing through the air. Jim's breathing was hot
and hard as the throes of orgasm gripped him, and his prick throbbed again
between my fingers.

     "Ah, ah, ah," I heard him gasp as a couple of more throbs filled his
prick, and then it was over. I held on to his prick, not stroking, feeling
his erection soften and then subside.

     "Oh, that was nice," Jim said. "You really did a job on me. You never
touched a cut cock before?"

     "No," I said. "This was my first time."

     "That twisting stroke on my tip really sent me off. I do that when I'm
jerking off."

     "Clark told me about it," I said. "It was his idea."

     "Oh, yeah," Jim said. "He's done me before." Although I'd come only
minutes before, I felt my prisk stirring again because of the sex talk. Jim
noticed this and added:

     "You're getting hard again. Would you like me to use my mouth on you?
I'd love to bring you off that way, because your dick's nice and clean."
The suggestion fired me up, and without thinking my hand fell to my prick,
stroking it.

     "You'll really enjoy your first blow job," Clark told me. Jim leaned
over and I felt his lips wrapping around my foreskin nipple and then his
fingers delicately pushing my hood back to bare my glans. My prick twitched
as I felt his lips around my tender tip and my erection firmed up. Clark
cupped my balls with his fingers, and I sighed with delight as both worked
on me.

     "Like this?" Jim asked as his fingers held my hood back tightly, so
that my glans and the groove behind it were exposed to his lips and
tongue. I felt his tongue swiping back and forth across my pee-slit, adding
to my sensations.

     "How does it feel?" Clark asked as his fingers kneaded my balls in
their tight sac.

     "Ohhhh, gooood," I murmured, passively soaking up the sensations.

     "Jim won't even have to swallow because you have dry comes," Clark
told me.  "Some guys have trouble swallowing the juice, especially if you
shoot a lot." Now Jim's tongue massaged my frenulum, the strip of
super-sensitive tissue connecting my foreskin to the hot spot on the bottom
of my glans, and I moaned loudly as the sensations rushed upon me. I felt
the heat of Jim's mouth on my prick, and my erection quickly became
super-hard, as it does when I'm about to come.

     "Do you feel like you have to pee yet?" Clark asked.

     "No," I replied. "It feels like a tickle in my tip, like you get." The
tickle intensified as Jim's lips and tongue continued to work on my eager
prick, and now my breathing was rapid and shallow as my excitement
built. The tickle became almost too must to bear as my excitement crested,
and then it exploded in my prick. As the first hard throb gripped my glans
and shaft I heard Clark say:

     "Take your mouth off him, Jim. His cock's getting too sensitive now."
He was right. I felt Jim remove his mouth, although his fingers still held
my foreskin tightly back, and several hard throbs went through me,
spreading over my body as well, as I cried out helplessly.

     "I can feel his dick throbbing," Jim said. I saw red stars in front of
my eyes as I felt the delicious throbs along my glans and shaft, all the
way down to the root. After a few more seconds of joyful agony, my orgasm
was over. My prick was super-sensitive, and I couldn't touch it even to
slip my foreskin protectively over the head.

     "Your tip was uncovered all the while you were coming, Jack," Clark
said.  "Now I can see there's a drop of come at your pee-hole."

     "It's clear, though," Jim added. "He's not making any sperm yet."

     "Give us a few more months, Jim," Clark replied. "We'll both start
shooting sperm just like you." I saw that Clark's prick was now hard from
the vicarious excitement of watching my orgasm, and Jim shifted over to
him. The helmet bulged inside of the taut foreskin, and Jim grasped his
hood, drawing it down off the glans as he'd done to me. Clark moaned loudly
as Jim's hot lips engulfed his naked purple helmet, and his breathing sped
up. He needed to come again. Not wanting to be left out, I cupped Clark's
balls with my fingers. My excessive sensitivity had subsided, and my other
hand pushed my foreskin forward to cover the glans.

     I watched, fascinated, as Jim expertly worked his lips over Clark's
helmet, filling it with intense sensations. After a few more seconds of
this, Clark said:

     "Oh, I'm getting that tickle." I guessed that Jim was also drilling
Clark's pee-slit with his tongue, or maybe tickling his gee-string under
the head. I felt the tension building in his body and then Clark howled
loudly as his hips bucked, thrusting his prick deeper into Jim's
mouth. Clark's eyes were closed as he threw his head back and his face
contorted in the delicious agony of orgasm.

     Clark's cries filled the air and he writhed, and I knew his prick was
throbbing powerfully, shooting jets of clear fluid into Jim's mouth. Jim
swallowed effortlessly as he twisted his head on Clark's prick, giving him
the same twisting motion on his glans as I'd given him with my fingers.

     Clark cried out several more times and then was still, supine on the
bed, eyes still closed. After about a minute he opened his eyes and propped
himself up on one elbow.

     "Want to go again?" he asked Jim, whose prick was half-hard.

     "Yeah, I think so, but my cock's not sensitive enough for a blow job."

     "I'll do you with my hand, then, but also something else," Clark
replied. He left the room briefly, returning with an object in his
hand. "This is my mother's vibrator," he explained. "It runs on batteries,
and you'll get a real thrill out of it." He held out his right hand and Jim
shot a squirt of lotion into the palm. Clark wrapped his fist around Jim's
prick and began stroking, using the same twisting action I had. On each
down-stroke, he touched the vibrator to the triangular groove under Jim's
mushroom, making Jim grunt.

     "Good thing the doctor who cut you didn't take your gee-string too,"
he said.  "That's a hot spot and hitting it with the vibrator will help you
come." I felt the tension increasing in Jim's body as I kneaded his balls
in their sac, and Clark kept applying the vibrator to Jim's gee-string with
each down-stroke. Jim's mushroom darkened and his breathing increased as
the magic moment neared.

     "You're close," Clark murmured as he stopped pumping Jim's prick,
changing to a rapid twisting around his high ridge while keeping the
vibrator pressed into Jim's hot spot. Jim grunted loudly as the combined
sensations flowed into hs prick and then he yelped and threw his head
back. The first jet of sperm shot from his tip onto the towel, followed by
another and another as hs hips bucked.  Two more streams followed and then
the flow slowed to a dribble.

     "Well," I commented. "Circumcised or not, you had a really hot one."

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Continued in Part 3