Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 10:44:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: ST: Fender Bender, Part 4, Beginnings, M/M, 4/4

Fender Bender, Part 4
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	Last week Rick and I had enjoyed a hot foursome with
my newfound friend Ken and his brother Ben. We'd
tasted each others' pricks, stroked each other to
shattering climaxes, enhancing the joy of mutual
discovery. Perhaps the one who'd gotten the most out
of our time together was Ben, who had been fascinated
by foreskins ever since he'd found out that his had
been cut off at birth, and who had enjoyed handling
ours.
	Ken, who was an attorney as I was, had invited Rick
and me to his apartment the following Saturday. He'd
told me that he'd be out of town taking depositions,
but that Ben would be there, as would a friend of
Ben's, Jerry. I had never met him, and was looking
forward to it.
	Ben opened the door clad only in a towel around his
waist, and very wet as he'd just jumped out of the hot
tub to answer the bell. He told us to strip and join
him and Jerry as quickly as we could. Rick and I left
our clothes in the living room and went out to the
room beyond the bedroom where the hot tub was. As we
stepped through the door, two pairs of eyes were fixed
on us. Jerry, Ben's friend, appeared to be in his
early 30s, and unlike Ben, was not blond. Rather he
had brown hair and eyes as Rick and I did. Ben
introduced us to Jerry, who showed a warm smile as he
scrutinized our crotches carefully. We quickly slid
into the hot water, and I sat next to Ben while Rick
sat across from us next to Jerry.
	"Ben told me you both had long foreskins," Jerry
remarked.
	"Well, you got to see what we've got, but the bubbles
are hiding your equipment," I replied.
	"Oh, I'm not modest," Jerry said as he lifted himself
out of the water. "Take your time and look."
Protruding from a thick brown pubic patch was his
prick, arcing down over his scrotum, and I noted that
his shaft had a big vein running back along the right
side, just like mine. At the end was a large purple
helmet-shaped head, with blunt front dome and flaring
ridge, again a lot like mine and Rick's. About half an
inch behind the high rim was a thick brown scar ring.
	"You can see why he's interested in your skins," Ben
said. "He got clipped when he was born, like me."
	"My mother told me she had me cut because it would
make the head grow bigger," Jerry explained. "She said
women would like me better if my cock had a big head
on it."
	"My cock got clipped and you know I've got a small
head," Ben riposted as Jerry sat again.
	"Look at mine," Rick said as he eased himself out of
the water until his crotch was exposed and his
heavy-ended prick swung in front of him with its
two-inch foreskin overhang proudly displayed. As Rick
turned to look, Rick added:
	"Go ahead and touch it. Skin it back so that you can
see the head." Jerry reached up and tentatively
grasped the thick bulging end of Rick's penis between
thumb and forefinger, slightly squeezing it. He
grasped the base of Rick's shaft with his other hand
to steady it and began pushing back on the long droopy
foreskin.
	"That's a lot of skin," Jerry commented as he eased
the hood toward Rick's body. "You've got even more
than Jack."
	"You can push a little harder," Rick said as the
front of his glans came into view. "Skin it back all
the way so you can see the whole head." Jerry
obediently pushed the long thick hood back until it
rode over the flaring ridge and snapped down into the
deep groove behind it. Rick's glans was swelling, wet
and glistening in the soft light.
	"Your cock-head's as big as mine," Jerry remarked as
Rick's big helmet began swelling in front of the thick
ring of wrinkled foreskin. His eyes were fixed on the
big purple head engorging before him.
	"Now let go," Rick said. Jerry released Rick's snake
and we all watched as it came up to horizontal. Jerry
drew in his breath and said:
	"Your skin stays back. Ken's always slips forward
unless you hold it back."
	"That's because of the big ridge," Ben explained.
"Jack's cock works the same way, although he doesn't
have as much skin as Rick."
	"Well, I'd better get back in the water before I get
chilled," Rick said as he eased himself back down. Ben
got up saying:
	"I'll bring us some martinis. I think we all like
those." We nodded assent and he went out to the
kitchen, returning in a couple of minutes with a tray
and four glasses. We toasted and drank, relishing the
sheer sensuality of the hot water and the drinks.
	"This is luxury," said Rick as he held up his glass.
	"Yep, I think this is gonna be a good day," added
Jerry.
	"I'm glad you all could come," said Ben, squeezing my
thigh as he spoke.
	"I really want to get a closer look at your cocks,
said Jerry, looking at Rick and then at me. "I want to
compare them, and then see them get hard and shoot."
	"You're welcome to them," I said. "Ben can tell you
my prick loves attention. So does Rick's."
	"I see you guys finished your drinks," Ben suggested.
"Let's get dried and get into the bedroom." We arose
and while Ben and I dried each other, sharing a towel,
Rick and Jerry did the same. Not surprisingly, Ben
paid a lot of attention to my prick, and Jerry took an
inordinately long time to pat the glans of Rick's
penis dry and to roll the long fleshy sleeve down over
it. We were all half-hard when we'd finished.
	"Here, you and Rick sit side by side," Ben said to us
once we were inside the bedroom. "Jerry, you sit on
the floor between them so you can get an eyeful." He
threw a pillow on the floor for Jerry. Rick was on my
left and I felt the warmth of his thigh as he pressed
it against my flesh. The contact gave me a tingly
feeling in my glans.
	"Your cocks are a lot like," Jerry said as he grasped
our pricks, one in each hand. "You've got a lot of
skin too, Jack, but Rick's is really the champion. I
like those big heads too." By this time, our pricks
had swollen fully from the verbal attention and the
physical stimulation.
	"Now skin them both back, Jerry," Ben urged. "They're
both stiff, so it'll be easier to push the skin back."
He was right. With our prick-cores rigid, our long
hoods would easily slide back, as Ben and his brother
had found out. I felt an increase in pressure around
my prick as Jerry tightened his grip slightly and
began pushing my long sleeve down my glans and shaft.
My helmet popped out as he made my foreskin ride over
my corona and snap down into the groove. Now both Rick
and I were bare-headed, our moist purple helmets the
object of Jerry's fascination.
	"Man, you both got big heads," he said. "I like the
way they smell, too. That's a real man smell."
	"Any difference between them?" Ben asked Jerry.
	"Well, they're both big and purple, and their ridges
are nice and high to hold their skins back. I think
the only difference is the slits. Rick's is long and
closed, but Jack's looks like a teardrop shape. It
opened up when he got hard."
	"That's right," said Ben. "You can see their cocks
have lotsa skin, and their heads are as big as yours."
	"Some people think having a foreskin keeps the head
from growing because it confines it," I said. "Your
mother was one of those. Now you've seen Ben's cut
prick, and he has a small head. Rick and I have big
heads, and we've both got long thick foreskins."
	"Yeah, but you can slide them back," Jerry said.
"What about guys who have such tight skins they don't
go back?"
	"Ours didn't always go back," Rick answered him.
"Mine was tight when I was a kid, and I didn't un-skin
until I was about 13. When I had a physical when I was
ten, the doctor told my folks I had to be circumcised
because it wouldn't go back. I'm really glad they said
no."
	"Mine was tight too," I added. "I was about ten when
I got it back the first time."
	"My tip always made a bulge in the skin," Rick
continued. "When I hit puberty, it really began to
grow."
	"Mine too," I said.
"Maybe it was because of all the exercise you gave
it," Rick laughed.
"Now that you've got them both skinned back," Ben
suggested, "maybe you can stroke them and get the feel
of the skins sliding over those big heads." Jerry
tightened his grip on our pricks and I felt the
squeeze as his fingers rolled my tight foreskin over
my rim. He kept tugging and now my foreskin followed
the taper of my glans, soon covering it right to the
end to form a pucker. Rick's hood was also covering
his helmet, and formed a nipple beyond the end.
	"I can't get over it," Jerry said as he stroked both
our pricks, jiggling our foreskins without uncovering
our helmets. "Rick's skin is so long, he's got even
more skin than Jack."
	"How would you like to feel what it's like to have
your helmet covered with skin?" Rick asked.
	"Rick docked me the last time he was here," Ben
offered. "You know what docking is, don't you?"
	"Oh, yeah, I've heard of it, but never had it done to
me. So few guys have skin these days."
	"Not all natural guys have as much foreskin as Rick,"
I added. "I've got a long foreskin, but when I'm hard
it just covers the end of my helmet. Rick's got
foreskin to spare, even now."
	"I've never docked a guy with a big helmet like
that," Rick said. "I'm not sure I can get my skin over
it."
	"Well, you just lie on your side like you did with
me, and I'll help get Jerry in position," Ben said.
Rick leaned back and rolled over until he was lying on
the far side of the queen-size facing us. Jerry
climbed up onto the bed and Ben helped him align his
penis with Rick's so that the ends touched. Rick
reached between them and began squeezing Jerry's
helmet rhythmically.
"That's making my cock throb," Jerry sighed.
"I know," said Rick. "I want your cock nice and hard
when I slide my skin over the head. It's easier to
handle that way."
"You'll need to have the head lubed," said Ben,
reaching for a squeeze bottle of Astroglide sitting on
the bedside table and pouring several drops over
Jerry's big helmet. I worked the slippery liquid in
with my fingertips as Ben applied it, until the entire
glans was wet and glistening. Meanwhile, Rick had
grasped the edges of his foreskin with thumb and index
finger of both hands and now had the orifice stretched
wide.
"Here, just push forward a little. Get that big tip in
there," he urged Jerry, who now thrust the blunt end
of his helmet gently into the waiting fleshy sleeve.
Rick held his foreskin open to ease its entry, until
Jerry's helmet was in up to the corona.
"He just might be able to get it all in," Ben said to
me. We sat side by side on the bed, and Ben's fingers
had encircled my prick, sliding my foreskin gently up
and down my helmet. I squeezed his tip to make his
cock-root throb and maintain his arousal.
"Just a little more," Rick urged, and he thrust his
hips forward just enough to allow him to engulf
Jerry's helmet completely with his long rubbery
foreskin. Now the edge of Rick's hood sank into the
groove behind Jerry's flaring rim, and he clasped it
there with his thumb and index finger forming a ring.
"I can feel your tip against mine," Jerry breathed.
"It's so hard..."
"Yours is hard too," Rick replied. "Now let's get a
little action started." As he spoke he used the thumb
and forefinger of his other hand to begin working his
foreskin back and forth along Jerry's trapped helmet.
"I think Jerry's gonna blow very soon," Ben whispered
to me. "I know how exciting it is to be inside that
skin."
"I know," I whispered back, not wanting to break the
mood with normal speech. "The psychic stimulation's
pretty powerful." Now Jerry was thrusting his shaft
into Rick's fleshy hood, providing the friction, and
Rick stopped moving his fingers, just keeping them
around his foreskin to add a little pressure. Ben and
I could clearly see the outlines of their helmets
kissing under Rick's hood, and their flaring rims made
prominent bulges in the covering skin.
"Let's add a little to their sensations," I said as I
removed my hand from Ben's prick and cupped Rick's
balls, which had already begun to tighten.
Ben cupped Jerry's scrotum, which was already tight
against his body.
"How you doin' buddy?" asked Rick.
"Just fine, Rick," answered Jerry. He hesitated in
getting the words out because his breathing had become
gasping and labored, and it was obvious that his
excitement was increasing exponentially.
"You ready to come?" Rick asked.
"Oh, any second, it's so hot inside your skin."
Jerry's face had flushed, and his jaw was clenched.
"When Rick docked me, and I shot, my hot cream
spraying all over his helmet made him come too. It
might happen again," Ben said to us.
"Jerry's eyes just closed," I pointed out.
"If he creams, I'm a goner," Rick whispered. We could
see the tension in his body, and hear the strain in
his voice as his sensations mounted.
Now Jerry was grunting regularly with each thrust,
becoming caught up in the rhythm of sex, withdrawing
into himself as his sensations dominated his
consciousness. Ben and I had our eyes fixed on their
joined pricks, fascinated by what we could see of the
outlines of their helmet bumping against each other as
their passions mounted.
"Any second," Ben whispered.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" Jerry grunted loudly as his
thrusts picked up in intensity. His jaw dropped as he
hammered his hard thick helmet against Rick's for a
final thrust that unleashed his orgasm.
"HHHUUNNNNNHHHH!" he bellowed as his first discharge
spewed into Rick's thick enveloping hood. A
split-second later Rick's eyes closed and he cried out
helplessly because Jerry's hot stream has triggered
his climax. I felt a hard throb in his scrotum as he
released his first gush, and I knew their hot
ejaculations were mixing inside Rick's foreskins,
bathing their helmets in thick slippery fluid.
Rick and Jerry cried out in joyful agony as they shot
again, distending Rick's foreskin until the excess
fluids seeped out around the edge of the hood. Their
faces red, they both shuddered with the frenzy of
orgasm as their bodies strained against each other.
Ben and I quickly exchanged glances as we felt their
convulsions through their tightly drawn scrotums. They
shuddered again, and a squirt of thick white fluid
poured out from the edge of Rick's distended hood to
run onto the sheet.
Now they were quieting down as they finished their
ejaculations. They'd stopped thrusting but were still
breathing heavily as their orgasms ran their courses.
I knew that they were still seeping as the minor
convulsions in their cock-roots poured out their last
drops.
"That was beautiful to watch," Ben said to me as Rick
and Jerry became still and we removed our hands from
their crotches. Ben leaned towards me and kissed me on
the lips.
"It was special, watching it with you," I replied.
"Your being next to me made it very hot." Ben's warm
personality, so much like his brother's, was both
attractive and erotic, and I wanted very much to share
orgasms with him.
Rick and Jerry lay still, totally exhausted, sinking
into the almost comatose daze that followed their
explosions. We let them recover, meanwhile preparing
for the aftermath. Ben returned from the kitchen with
a roll of paper towels, and placed them under their
pricks, which were now softening.
Jerry's glans slid smoothly out of Rick's extended
foreskin, followed by a thick gush of cream that
flowed onto the paper towels. Ben slipped a finger
under his balls and began milking the residue, forcing
it toward the tip, where the drops emerged from the
slit-like orifice. The stimulation made Jerry open his
eyes, although he remained silent.
Rick rolled onto his back, and I milked his urethra. I
placed two layers of paper towels under the end of his
long drooping foreskin to catch the outpouring, and
was rewarded by several thick gushes. When his eyes
opened I asked him:
"Want a wet towel? I know your tip's super-sensitive
now and maybe you'd rather clean it yourself."
"No, I think I'll take a shower instead. Want to join
me, Jerry?" Jerry opened his eyes and sat up.
	"That was awesome," he said. "Coming inside your
skin, feeling your hot come hitting my tip, that sent
me to heaven."
	"Hell, it was your cream that made me start to come,"
Rick riposted. "You were thrusting hard, and when I
felt that hot juice shooting into my skin, running
around my helmet, I just lost it right then. I think
our juices stretched my skin so much it poured out the
end."
	"It sure did," I said. "You were leaking cream after
your second shot." I knew what he meant. The feel of a
partner's hot cream swirling around my swollen helmet
had triggered my orgasm when I'd docked.
	"Well, let's get into the bathroom," Rick said,
taking Jerry by the hand. After they'd gone Ben said
to me:
	"Want to try to dock me?" I saw the eagerness in his
eyes.
	"I'm not sure I can, even with your small head," I
replied. "My helmet's so big it takes up all the room
inside my foreskin." Ben looked disappointed.
"However, there is a way," I continued. "I can't dock
you while I'm all hard and swollen, but you could make
it go down if you want. Then there'd be room." Ben
brightened up and said:
	"I know. I'll do the same thing Ken enjoyed a few
weeks ago. I'll give your skin a twist with my palms."
As he spoke, we heard the shower running, and I
wondered what Rick and Jerry were doing.
	"Now you just lie down and I'll have your cream in a
minute." As I lay back on the bed Ben spread paper
towels over my stomach.
	"Now you just relax and let me take care of you," he
continued, placing the palm of one hand under my prick
and the other on top. He began to move them in
opposite directions, twisting my foreskin around my
hard, swollen helmet. I sighed, enjoying the almost
indescribable pleasure. Ben's technique was applying
friction to my helmet and to the inner lining of my
foreskin, as well as stretching the nerve receptors in
my foreskin and gee-string, and the sensations were
irresistible. I felt myself becoming more excited very
quickly.
	"How you doin?" Ben asked. I could only sigh and
smile, as my mind was losing its focus. I was drawn to
the hot sensations in my prick, the warmth of his
clasping palms, and the warmth of the friction he was
applying to my sensitive head and hood.
	Ben picked up the pace, intending to have me lose my
load as quickly as possible, and I abandoned myself to
his stimulation, concentrating on the delicious
sensations in my prick. I was starting to feel a
tickle in my rim from the friction, and felt my entire
prick distending as more blood pumped into it. I was
beginning to grunt with each twist.
	"Just let it happen, Jack," he said. "I wanna feel
your cock throb and watch it shoot." His palms were
cycling more quickly now, and the tickle spread from
my rim all through the head. I took several deep
breaths, trying to relax, but the hot sensations were
quickly overtaking me.
	Ben noted my increased excitement and went faster,
and now the tickle in my helmet became a hot tingle.
My engorged glans ached for release, and I was
breathing hard. All my attention focused on my swollen
prick as I withdrew into myself, anticipating the hot
blast of my impending orgasm.
	The tingle intensified, and I was helpless to stop or
slow it as my eyes closed, shutting out images of the
world outside my body. I was grunting now, totally
captivated by the intense erotic sensations in my
prick, waiting for the explosion.
	I cried out, loudly and helplessly, as a hot flash of
sensation filled my helmet and shot down my shaft to
trigger my climax. I felt the sharp contraction deep
inside me as a torrent of hot fluid poured into my
urethra and burned its way up my prick. I felt the
lips of my slit distend as the hot stream slammed
through them, bathing my tip and the enveloping skin
with its wet slipperiness as I writhed in the frenzy
of my orgasm. I cried out again as the hot frenzy of
my orgasm enveloped me, and my prick discharged a
second jet that made me shudder. Another convulsion
wracked my cock-root, sending my third load shooting
up my shaft and pouring out of my straining glans as I
lay paralyzed by the mind-numbing sensations.
	I felt my foreskin being pulled down hard to bare my
wet throbbing helmet as another spasm gripped me, and
I knew that Ben realized that my tip was becoming
super-sensitive. He kept the tension on my foreskin,
exposing my naked helmet to the cool air, and watched
the rest of my load bubble through the lips of my
slit. My orgasm tapered off as my contractions
weakened, and I began to relax.
	I felt Ben's probing finger between my thighs,
feeling for the urethra and milking the residue from
my system. In my daze I barely heard Ben's words:
	"Man, you really came! I felt every throb of your
cock through your skin. When I skinned it back, I saw
your big dark tip still shooting."
	"Oh, thanks," I said weakly, trying to rouse myself.
"I was just out of it. I felt you twisting my foreskin
to make my prick pump its juice, and it was heavenly."
I lay there for a couple of minutes, feeling Ben
working the excess fluid out of my prick with his
skilled fingers, and watched him dab at the end of my
helmet with a paper towel, very lightly so as not to
irritate my still-sensitive glans.
	At this point we heard the shower stop. A minute
later Rick and Jerry came back into the room. Both
looked very alive and energized.
	"How did it go in there?" I asked, wondering what
they'd been doing. I was sure that Rick had allowed
Jerry to explore the wonders of his fleshy hood and
that Jerry had done so enthusiastically.
	"Well, I showed Jerry what you can do with a skin in
the shower," Rick replied. Jerry nodded affirmatively.
	"I had to pee, and I told Jerry to hold the end
shut," Rick continued.
	"His skin really swelled up while he was peeing,"
said Jerry. "When it got too swollen he told me to let
go."
	"Jerry really liked it, seeing how my skin ballooned,
and then how it gushed when he let go."
	"Then I skinned him back to rinse the head," Jerry
added. "It's easy to clean under the skin. Rick told
me not to use soap, because you don't need it."
	"That's for sure," I said. "If you use soap, you just
might leave some inside, and then it'll irritate the
head and the inside layer of the foreskin."
	"We're gonna dock," Ben piped up. "I guess you guys
wanna watch."
	"How are you gonna fit your tip inside Jack's skin?"
Jerry asked.
	"Lots of room," Ben explained. "I just made him come,
so his helmet's gonna be small and soft when I go in."
He reached for the Astroglide and skinned back my
hood, pouring a few drops on the glans and then
working the foreskin forward again to spread the lube.
Then he put some on his head, spreading it with his
fingertips. When he'd done that he lay down facing me.
	"Okay, I'll spread the opening," I began. "You come
forward and slip the head inside." Ben moved forward
slightly and the small glans penetrated the orifice of
my wide-open hood.
	"Okay, you're doing fine," I coached him. "Now come
in a little more." He did, and I felt the hardness of
his glans pressing into my soft and tender flesh,
compressing my glans slightly.
	"I think our slits are touching," he said as he
snuggled in farther, and I felt his hardness pressing
into my shrunken helmet, his glans now totally
enveloped by my hood.
	"You want me to slide my foreskin or you wanna
thrust?" I asked as I made a ring of my thumb and
index finger to hold the end of my foreskin behind his
corona.
	"No, just hold still," he replied. "I get my hottest
comes when I thrust." He began moving, and I felt the
rhythmic pressure and release as he moved his turgid
flesh inside my foreskin.
	"His balls aren't really tight yet," Rick remarked as
he sat on the edge of the bed behind Ben and slipped
his hand between his thighs from the rear. I knew he
was contributing to Ben's arousal by cupping his sac.
Jerry reached over Ben's body to caress his stomach,
and then bent farther to kiss his neck.
	"I don't think you'll last too long, Ben," I said.
"You're already primed and these two hot guys are
gonna get you even hotter."
	"I don't care, Jack," he said. "I feel like I'm ready
to pop right now."
	"It'll be another minute, Ben. Wait until Rick gets
your balls tight, and then you'll really be ready."
	"Okay, Jack," he agreed. "It feels so warm inside
your skin, and it slides so easy."
	"I can feel you sliding inside me," I said. "I can
feel your tip gettin' harder." Ben's glans was firming
up, as it went into its final swelling. Now he was
thrusting faster, and his breathing had increased.
	"You're the last to come today," Jerry said. "You
built up quite a load watching the rest of us come,
and you're really gonna explode when you come."
	"I know I will," Ben gasped as he increased his pace.
"I can feel it in my dick now. It's so swollen it
feels like it's gonna burst."
	"You're close," I coached him. "Your tip's rock hard.
I can feel it through the skin."
	"Your tip gettin' tingly yet?" asked Rick. Ben now
was thrusting hard, his engorged glans stretching my
foreskin as it plunged into it, sliding over my soft
head to reach the root of my hood.
	"It's tingly, it's tingly," he said as his face
flushed and his eyes closed. He was breathing hard and
beginning to grunt as he withdrew into himself in
anticipation of the explosion.
	"HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as his hips bucked hard,
driving his turgid prick deep into my hood, where I
felt a heavy throb an instant later. Ben cried out as
his tip spit a thick hot stream into my foreskin,
caught up in the frenzy of his ejaculation.
	"HUNH! HUNHHHHH!" he grunted loudly as I felt his tip
give another heavy throb as the hot juice erupted,
flooding my foreskin. I felt the stream stretching my
hood and flowing into the groove behind my corona,
evidence of his release.
	"Man, he's really into it," Rick commented. "I can
feel the throbs in his balls."
	"Look, some jizz is leaking out," observed Jerry, who
had been watching his friend's prick avidly as it had
sunk into the depths of my hood. I saw some cream
oozing from under my foreskin's edge, running onto
Ben's scar ring.
	Ben lunged again and another thick eruption came from
his straining glans, flooding my foreskin and
cushioning the sensations with its slippery wetness.
Ben was howling helplessly, shattered by the
mind-numbing sensations, his body on automatic as he
kept thrusting. My hand was now wet with his cream,
and I gripped my foreskin more tightly to prevent it
from slipping off his prick.
	Ben's thrusts were slackening, and I knew he was over
the peak. He still grunted as several more
contractions made his body shudder, and then he was
still, sinking into the torpor that follows orgasm. I
let him lie next to me until he opened his eyes a
couple of minutes later.
	"How was it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
	"Man, it was hot, very intense. It felt like all my
insides were shooting out of my cock."
	"I could tell," Rick said. "You were really rocking
and rolling there."
	"He was," confirmed Jerry. "He really flooded Jack's
skin with his jizz. It was leaking out even before
he'd stopped coming." Ben was snuggling up to me, his
prick still dribbling fluid onto the sheet. It felt so
comfortable to have him in my arms that I relaxed as
well, and soon we were asleep.
The End