Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 07:26:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reunion With Al, Part 6, Adult Friends, 6/6

Reunion with Al, Part 6
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	I'd been enjoying a variety of hot sexual experiences
with Al and his two younger brothers, whom I'd known
when I'd been a child and young teen-ager. We'd
enjoyed hot four-way sex, masturbating each other's
pricks to the inevitable explosions.
	The older brother, Tom, had a long foreskin, even
longer than mine, and it had been tight all his life
until he'd learned to stretch it so that it now slid
back to reveal his big purple mushroom fully. The
younger brother, Tim, had been circumcised at birth,
something he'd always regretted because his older
brothers got so much enjoyment from their natural male
anatomies. However, Tim had been stretching his shaft
skin so that after months of effort he finally had a
hood that covered his large mushroom completely. Now I
was to go to Al's house that Saturday afternoon to see
all three of them again.
	When Al let me in, he and his two brothers were
butt-naked, as usual, and all were hard. Tom
immediately skinned his foreskin back, saying:
	"Look, I can get it back all the way now, even while
I'm hard. I got that tight ring at the end loose
enough to slide easily over my thick rim." I saw that
Tim's purple mushroom was bare, as his new hood had
retracted with his erection. Unlike me and Tom, he
didn't have enough length to cover the head when hard.

	"Look at this," said Al, holding his erection out for
me to inspect. "Remember when my skin slid half-way
back when I got hard? I've been using the same
stretching technique as Tim to get more length, and it
worked." I grasped his prick and slid his foreskin
back and forth a few times, finding that it covered
the head right to the end.
	"It worked for you, just like it worked for Tim," I
said as I grasped Tim's pole around the shaft and
brought his loose skin up to cover his corona. "All
you need is more length, Tim, and you'll be as good as
new," I added encouragingly. The purple dome of his
mushroom protruded from the encircling hood.
	"I'll never be as good as new," said Tim ruefully.
"When the doctor cut my skin off, he took the nerve
endings with it. Still, my tip's more sensitive now
that I keep it covered all the time." I understood his
feelings. His prick had been assaulted when he'd been
only a couple of days old, and his foreskin and the
rich nerve endings in it, had been amputated forever.
I saw the anguish in his eyes, and knew that he'd
forever resent that he'd been held down and had
suffered excruciating and burning pain as the blade
had sliced into his tender flesh.
	I don't know if I was born with a long skin or a
short one," said Tim. "I'll never forgive Mom for
letting them cut me."
	"I don't know what you had when you were born," said
Al. "When Mom and you came home from the hospital, you
started screaming and Mom pulled off your diaper. The
end of your little dinkie was covered with a piece of
gauze, and that was soaked with piss and blood. Your
little thimble was all red, and the cut line behind it
was oozing blood. I didn't know that some babies had
their skins cut off. I asked her what happened to your
dinkie, and that was when I first heard the word
circumcision. Mom said it was done the day before."
	"Why'd she let them do it?" asked Tim, anguish
obvious in his expression.
	"The doctor was real slick," Al explained,
"bullshitting her about cleanliness and how you'd
probably need it done later anyway. He talked about it
like it was nothing, like getting your toenails cut.
After she signed the permission form, the nurse took
you across the hall where they did it. Mom said that
when she heard you screaming she realized that this
was real surgery, without any anesthetic. When the
nurse brought you back to her, you were crying and
your face was all red."
	"You cried every time the hot piss hit the open cut,"
added Tom. "I was five when you were born, and I
remember that."
	"You screamed every day for about two weeks," said
Al. "I remember there was an infection down there, and
your little dinkie was sore as hell. Mom put Vaseline
on the head each time she put on a new piece of gauze,
and maybe that helped a little."
	"There were a few kids in my class who were cut,"
said Tim, turning to me. "I talked to them and they'd
all been delivered by that bastard doctor. Would you
believe that shit? He must have paid for his vacation
in Hawaii with all the skins he cut."
	"Well, you've still got a new hood that you can
stretch as far as you like," I said, "and now your
tip's as glossy as mine and your brothers'. It's
gotten more sensitive, and I know you enjoy sex more."
	"You're right, Jack," he said as I began to disrobe.
"My tip is more sensitive, and now I even get
over-sensitive when I come, just like you guys." I
knew what he meant, Al and Tom and I usually found
that our tips did become overly sensitive about
halfway through our orgasms, and that we had to stop
stroking to avoid distress. We had to be careful while
doing each other for this reason.
	I was already half-hard both from the sex talk and
from exhibiting myself to these hot men, and now Tim
reached for my prick, slipping my foreskin expertly
back from the head.
	"I really like the shape of your helmet," he said.
"That flaring rim looks so sexy. I could suck on your
tip all day."	"I've been telling them about
Princeton," Al said as he led us into the adjoining
bedroom. He turned and rubbed the end of his foreskin
against my naked glans, producing a pleasant tickling
sensation that left me wanting more. Tom sat on the
bed and brought his face close to our pricks.
	"I love the smell of your cocks," Tom said. "They
smell a lot like mine, but still a little different. I
can tell you didn't take a shower this morning," he
continued, looking at me. "Your tips smell really
nice, and there's a little white stuff around your
rim. That really turns me on."
	"No, I ran out of the house so fast I didn't have the
chance. Want me to take one now?" I reached down to
stroke Tom's hood up and down his glistening reddish
mushroom.
	"No, don't worry about showering now," Al said.
"We'll take showers later. Right now let's get set up
for Princeton." He reached inside the bedside table
and withdrew a couple of magnum size condoms.
	"You want to wear the rubber, or should I?" I asked
Al.
	"You wear it, I don't care, really," answered Al. "I
already explained about Princeton to them before you
came, and now all we have to do is give them a
demonstration. As he spoke, Al reached for my prick to
make sure my foreskin was drawn back tightly and
handed the foil envelope to Tom.
	"Here, you like Jack's helmet shaped head so much, so
you slip it on him." Tom tore open the envelope and
removed the condom, pouring a few drops of Astroglide
into it.
	"I know you don't juice much, and you really like
this stuff," he said as he stretched the tight ring of
latex over my turgid helmet and unrolled it down the
length of my shaft. Al lay on the bed on his right
side facing away from me, and I lay down behind him as
he lifted his thigh. I slipped my penis between his
thick thighs, nestling the head so that it just
touched his sac. Tim placed a towel on the bed in
front of Al's stomach to catch the discharge when it
came.
	"Maybe we can time it so we come together," Al said
as he felt my fingers wrap around his hard shaft,
clasping the covering skin and coaxing it gently back
and forth. I began thrusting slowly, reveling in the
sensations of the delicious friction inside the condom
as my prick slid back and forth inside the rubber
sleeve.
	"Maybe," I said noncommittally as I kept up the
gentle stroking of his foreskin, knowing that my
caresses were fueling his excitement. I saw that Tim
and Tom sat facing us, hands in each other's laps,
gently stroking.
	"This can be really exciting," Al explained to his
brothers. It's nice to get stroked and sucked, but for
some of us we get the most intense orgasms when we
thrust, like Jack's doing to me now."
	"How do you plan to time it," Tim asked. He was the
youngest and least experienced of the brothers.
	"I think I'll let Jack bring me right to the edge,
and when I start to come I'll reach down and press my
fingers into the underside of his helmet. That should
make him bust his nut." I was thrusting faster now,
becoming caught up in the excitement, and
instinctively my fingers tightened around Al's prick.
	"That feel good, Al?" I asked.
	"Shit, yeah," he replied. "You really got me goin'
now."
	"Al's balls are getting' tighter," spoke Tom.
	"You doin' all right?" Al asked me. I knew he could
feel every thrust, especially as the head of my prick
nudged his balls, but I was still thrusting slowly,
taking long strokes, nowhere near to losing control.
	"I'm doing fine," I answered. "It feels really good
between your thighs."
	"I'm gonna tighten up and see what that does for
you," he said. I felt his powerful thigh muscles
contract, tightening on my thrusting prick, gripping
the shaft and head and making the sensations hotter.
	"That's good," I said, and involuntarily my thrusts
accelerated. My prick was now sliding freely inside
the condom, and the friction was pushing me towards
the peak.
	"Jack can pump as hard as he wants, and that rubber
protects him from hair burns," Al explained to his
brothers.
	"The rubber also catches his come, so you don't have
to clean it out of your pubic hairs," Tim pointed out.

	"I wish I could watch Jack's cock when he comes,"
sighed Tom, continuing to stroke his brother's
foreskin lovingly over the tip. Tim was caressing
Tom's long foreskin over the head in slow, languid
strokes, carefully avoiding the rhythm that would give
him an orgasm. They planned to do Princeton themselves
after we'd finished, and a premature orgasm would
spoil it for them.
	"I can see Al's tip getting' darker each time the
skin goes back," Tom observed. "Gettin' close, Al?"
	"Yeah, Jack's getting' me close," he answered. "I can
feel him moving more against me, too." I'd increased
my pace thrusting as I became caught up in the
excitement of caressing Al's prick and feeling his
warm thighs squeezing my prick to heighten my
sensations. At the same time, I was feeling Al's
erection stiffening even more, and the enhanced bulge
of his thick mushroom through the gliding foreskin.
	"I can feel your tip getting bigger through the
skin," I muttered. My breathing was heavy now, and my
entire body was caught up in quick thrusting between
Al's thighs.
	"You're makin' my tip tingle," Al whispered.
	"Al's eyes just closed," observed Tim. I knew Al was
withdrawing from the world now, becoming entirely
caught up in the delicious sensations. I felt the heat
build up in Al's prick as I watched his brothers
stroking each other. The excitement was contagious and
I began swift thrusts that brought me closer to the
edge, bumping Al's balls with my helmet with each
forward thrust.
	"Faster," Al whispered. I responded by pumping Al's
prick more quickly, striving to bring him to the
delicious moment of release, and I felt my glans
become more swollen as my excitement rose to match
his. Al's breathing was heavy now, and he began to
grunt each time I brought his foreskin up over the
swollen head to compress its many nerve endings. Al's
prick always leaked a lot, and now I felt the surplus
lubricant flowing over my fingers.
	I felt Al's body tighten up as I slammed my hips
against him, and I yanked his foreskin back hard as he
slipped his hand between his thighs, probing behind
his balls. His prick throbbed in my hand as he gave a
piercing cry of blissful agony.
	"He's shootin' hard," yelled Tom as I felt the heavy
throb of Al's orgasm in my tightly encircling fingers.
Now I felt his fingertips pressing into the underside
of my helmet to trigger my orgasm, and my eyes closed.
The hard contact against my vee-shaped cleft and
gee-string made me howl as the sensations in my prick
exploded.
	I cried out helplessly as my cock-root contracted
sharply, squirting the first load of cream into my
tube.
The first hot discharge burned its way to my glans,
where it slammed through the lips of my slit,
distending it as it filled the condom. Al's cock
continued to throb between my rapidly moving fingers
as it discharged stream after stream of hot white
cream. I felt my hot fluid swirling around my helmet,
coating it and pouring into the deep grove behind my
rim.
	Al's body strained against mine as he thrust into my
fist, and my encircling fingers stripped back his
foreskin. My hips slammed against him again and again,
my body on automatic pilot, straining to shoot as many
discharges as it could. Our howls filled the room as
we enjoyed our orgasms together, bonded by more than
the mere physical sensations. I was aware that Al was
feeling exactly what I was feeling during those
delicious moments of mutual climax, as I kept
thrusting with wild abandon. We were utterly lost in
the free-fall of our orgasms, conscious only of the
intense pleasure that filled our bodies.
	I stopped stroking Al, and just held his foreskin
tightly back, as I kept thrusting until I was drained.
We lay together, clinging, my fingers still around his
prick, which was now softening. We were utterly spent,
dazed by our efforts, and torpid.
	When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Tim looking down
at me.
	"Man, you were really pumping away all the time you
were coming," he said. "Didn't your tip get too
sensitive this time?" I thought for a minute before
answering.
	"I think what happened was that all I shot was caught
by the rubber. It coated my tip and softened the
sensations. There just wasn't as much friction once I
started coming." I withdrew my now softening prick
from between Al's thighs and showed him the condom,
bulging with my liquid discharge.
	"Good thing you stopped pumping mine," Al said
sleepily. "I thought you were going to tear the skin
right off." It was then that I realized that, caught
up as I'd been in the frenzy of my orgasm, I might
have been a bit too rough on him. I realized that my
fist had tightened even more around his prick as my
body had strained with the fury of my orgasm.
	"You shot a lot, Al," said Tom. "Look at that towel.
You really soaked it."
	"Jack unloaded a lot too," said Al as he slipped the
condom off my now limp prick."
	"Yeah, but we couldn't see how far he shot since his
cock was in the rubber and between your legs," said
Tim. "You shot so far it almost went off the towel."
	"I had to lift the edge of the towel to make sure and
catch your loads," said Tom. He continued stroking
Tim's prick as he spoke, as Tim was doing to him. I
pushed my foreskin forward to cover my now naked head,
feeling it slide easily over the coating of Astroglide
and my cream.
	"Which one of you wants to be the top," asked Al,
using the colloquialism.
	"I think Tim should," answered Tom. "I know how he
really enjoys thrusting. Remember how he kept pushing
his cock into your skin when you docked him, Jack? He
did the same when I docked him."
	"Tim likes thrusting, and I know he likes playing
with your long skin," added Al. "He really gets turned
on now that your skin comes back off the head." Tom
peeled Tim's new hood back as Al was speaking, getting
him ready for the condom.
	"I'll put it on him," I said as Al handed me another
foil envelope. The slit at the end of Tim's prick
seemed to wink at me as it disgorged another large
drop of natural lubricant. I spread the viscous fluid
around the ridge of his mushroom with a fingertip,
making him shudder in response.
	"Hey Tim's tip really is more sensitive now," Al
commented at the sight. "I used to do that to him and
it didn't give that reaction." I placed the ring of
latex on the large dome of Tim's mushroom and began
unrolling it over his rim and down his shaft to the
base. I left a little slack so that he'd be able to
thrust comfortably between Tom's thighs.
	Tom lay on his right side where Al had been, and Tim
eased in behind him. Tim lifted his right thigh.
	"Let's get you in there, Bro," he said encouragingly
as Tim eased his prick into the gap until the head
touched Tom's scrotum.
	"Both your sacs are tight, guys," I observed. "I
guess the excitement's catching up to you." Tom
lowered his thigh, capturing his brother's penis, and
Tim began thrusting slowly in and out. Al placed a
fresh towel in front of Tom's abdomen.
	"That feels so good," Tim said as he reached over his
brother's waist to wrap his fingers around Tom's
rock-hard erection. He began to stroke Tom's foreskin
back and forth, slowly and lovingly.
	"Tim knows just the amount of pressure I like," Tom
said. "He's done me so often he knows what turns me
on."
	"Right now I'm just using light pressure around his
cock," Tim said as he continued thrusting and
stroking. "Later, I'll squeeze his cock a little
more." I sat next to Al on the bed as we watched the
brothers building their mutual excitement. Al
insinuated his fingers between Tom's thighs to cup his
tight sac. I twisted Tom's nipples to add to his
excitement, as I knew Tom was very nipple-sensitive.
	"Tim knows how to handle Tom's long skin," Al
commented to me. "See how he's taking those long slow
strokes, all the way back behind the ridge and then
all the way up to make a pucker beyond the head?"
	"He's got the experience," I answered. "He knows
exactly what Tom needs." Now Tim was thrusting faster
as his excitement built, and he changed his grip on
Tom's prick, fisting it instead of using just his
fingertips. Both brothers were beginning to breathe
heavily, Tim breathing harder because he was doing the
thrusting.
	"I can feel it each time his head touches my balls,"
said Tom. "His cock's sliding real good down there."
	"Tim's juicing a lot of lube into that rubber," said
Al. "He's really sliding in there."
	"Are you getting' enough feeling, Bro?" asked Tom.
	"It's very slippery," answered Tim. "It's not like
before."
	"Okay, then I'll tighten down on you," said Tom and I
saw his muscular thighs tighten to give Tim's
thrusting prick more sensation.
	"That's good, very good," whispered Tim. "Am I doing
it right for you?"
	"You could go a little faster," answered Tom. Tim's
fist increased its pace, now whipping his brother's
foreskin back and forth, rhythmically covering and
uncovering the large mushroom.
	"I can see Tom's tip is gettin' darker," I said.
Tom's body was tensing under the impact of the
sensations along his shaft and glans.
	"I can feel his tip's gettin' harder now," whispered
Tim between heavy breaths. "I can feel it right
through the skin."
	"It's very shiny," added Al. "You're gonna explode
pretty soon, Tom." Tim's clenched fist was flying up
and down Tom's prick, pushing him relentlessly towards
the brink, and I saw Tom's eyes close.
	"Almost there, Bro," he muttered through clenched
teeth as his face reddened. Tim was pumping his prick
hard into him now, his body straining with the effort.

	"I think Tom's really out of it now," Al said to me.
"I'll press my fingers into the underside of Tim's
head when Tom starts to bust his nut."
	Both brothers were breathing hard now, grunting with
the effort, and I knew they'd be blowing their loads
any second. I knew Tom would be first because his
prick was more sensitive than Tim's, the nerve endings
in his natural foreskin adding their input to his
excitement.
	"OOOOHHHHH!" Tom groaned, and his jaw muscles
tightened. Al and I watched the long slit at the end
of his mushroom distend as the first hot torrent
slammed through them to land on the towel. Al pushed
his fingers deeper between Tom's thighs, probing for
the underside of Tim's glans, and a second later Tim
howled in ecstasy as his climax unleashed himself.
	Tim's prick spat again, the white cream flying over
the towel and landing on my thigh, and I lifted the
edge of the towel to intercept further streams. Both
brothers' bodies were convulsing now, straining
against each other in the throes of their orgasms,
their cries of agonized joy filling the air. Tom's
prick shot again, disgorging a thick ropy stream that
soaked the towel where it hit. Tom and Tim's faces
were red, straining with the fury of their orgasms.
	I reached out to grasp Tim's fist, stopping it on the
back stroke, because I knew that he was so caught up
in his frenzy that he wasn't aware that his brother's
prick was becoming too sensitive for further stroking.
I held Tim's fist hard, keeping Tom's foreskin
stretched tightly back, baring the dark red mushroom
as it discharged again. Al and I watched avidly as
Tom's engorged glans shot its last loads, and then
began dribbling with the residual stream that had
turned less milky.
	Tim's thrusts were slowing, and we knew that his
crisis was ending as well. Now both brothers were
still, but we saw that Tom's long slit was still
seeping, and guessed that Tim's was as well. Their
bodies relaxed and their breathing slowed as they sank
into the deep daze after their biological storm.
	A couple of minutes later Tom opened his eyes,
saying:
	"Man, what express train hit me? "I really blew a
load that time."
	"I did too," added Tim as he opened his eyes. "I was
pumping so hard, and then I felt your fingers under
the head..."
	"My fingers," Al corrected. "Your brother was so out
of it that I had to do it."
	"Yeah, Al triggered your orgasm," I confirmed. "I had
to hold the towel up or Tom's loads would have gone
all over the bed and the floor."
	"My bladder's almost bursting," I said. "I held off
because I wanted to be able to flush my prick after I
came."
	"Me too," said Tom. "None of us peed before you
arrived because we all had the same idea."
	"I'm ready for a good hot pee," said Al as he got up
and led us to the bathroom. Turning on the water in
the shower, he added:
	"Maybe only one of you should get in with me at a
time. That way, if you want to feel the thrill of the
hot spray on your tips, you won't be letting go before
you're ready."
	"You go first," Tom said to me. "You look like you
really need to go." I stepped into the shower behind
Al, who had skinned his prick back and had taken the
spray nozzle off its bracket. He was spraying his tip
with the hot jet turned to the power setting. He was
facing the shower for this and I stood right behind
him, watching the heavy yellow stream shooting from
the front dome of his mushroom head.
	"Aaaahhh, that feels good," he said as he emptied
himself. He stood with his knees slightly bent,
reveling in the feeling of his bladder draining. I
knew the sensation, as we'd done this a few months
before, and I was eager to feel it again.
	A thought struck me as I was watching Al pee.
	"You know, some of these doctors are unreal. One who
gave me a physical a few years back told me I ought to
get my foreskin removed so I wouldn't catch it in the
zipper."
	"Oh, great idea! Get the tip caught instead," Al
replied sarcastically. "I knew a few cut kids who got
their tips caught that way, and it ain't no fun."
	`Yeah, I got my foreskin caught once, and I was damn
glad it wasn't the helmet."
	"Anyway, I'm finished now," Al said. "Let's change
places and you skin back." I held my prick out and
carefully drew back the foreskin, locking it behind my
flaring rim, as I stepped in front of him. He played
the jot jet stream directly on the broad upper surface
of my helmet, and suddenly I felt an intense feeling
pervade the entire glans, stimulating my sphincter to
relax. The powerful stream burned its way up my tube,
forcing its way out through the lips of my slit.
	"Man, your slit really puckers," Al commented as he
peered over my shoulder.
	"That feels so good, draining myself and flushing out
my plumbing," I said. I peed for about a minute before
my stream relented and became a dribble. Al pointed
the stray downward as he milked my shaft to bring
every last drop to the tip, and then he dexterously
slipped my foreskin forward.
	"Next!" he said, and Tom joined us. I stood behind Al
as he pointed the hot spray at Tom's mushroom, which
was already skinned back, and I saw the stinging
needles of the jet splash off the wide glans. Tom
exhaled as he let go, and we watched his broad stream
pouring through the lips of his long slit. He lasted
about as long as I had, as he'd been holding back for
a long while. When he'd finished, he milked his prick,
carefully pulling his long foreskin down, where it
formed a nipple in front of the glans.
	"Okay, Tim, your turn," said Al, and Tim stepped into
the shower with us. Al grasped his hood and pushed it
back to bare the big purple mushroom. He directed the
hot jet at the upper surface and Tim shuddered as his
stream began, reveling in the delicious sensations
stabbing into his glans. He lasted about the same
time, and when his stream had slowed to a dribble I
reached down to milk his shaft. When I'd gotten the
residue out, I pulled his new hood down to cover his
mushroom.
	Our pricks were half-erect from the stimulation,
heads engorged to full size, although our shafts were
still limp. We rinsed ourselves, and then dried each
other carefully.
	"Let's go out for pizza and beer," Al suggested, and
we all agreed. We got dressed and did exactly that,
hungry after our bout of exercise.


The End