Date: Tue, 14 Dec 2004 07:24:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: ST: All in Good Time, Part 3, M/M, SF, Con, 3/10

All in Good Time, Part 3
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Note: This story is fiction, and given the plot,
mainly science fiction or imaginative fiction. Time
travel would be very nice if it were possible to do it
as easily as described here, especially considering
the benefits that this story describes.

Summary: I'd been selected for a secret government
time travel project, as described in Part 1, and
traveled back to 1880 New York City, where I'd met a
gay guy, Eric, and his friend, Danny. One of the
benefits of being projected back in time was that I
was physically as if I'd been born in 1850, without
vaccination scars, appendectomy, and most importantly,
without the circumcision scar I'd resented all my
life. For the first time, I'd experienced sex the way
it should be, with all my anatomy intact. Also,
foreskins were the norm in 1880, and few males were
without one.
	A major drawback, as I'd realized, was that I was
unvaccinated, and therefore vulnerable to the
diseases, such as smallpox and syphilis, that were so
prevalent at the time. Fortunately the people
directing the time travel project had sent along a
survival kit packed with extra money, modern
medicines, such as antibiotics, and a pistol, I'd
retrieved it. I was so charmed by the 1880s that I was
seriously considering staying there, evading any
attempt to bring me back to my time, the early 21st
Century.
	I'd established myself quickly, buying a house in
upper Manhattan, and had had Eric and Danny as guests,
which had resulted in hot sex for us. It had been so
exciting that we'd decided to get together the next
weekend, again at my house because it offered privacy
and amenities that Eric's rooming house did not.

Part 3:
	They arrived Saturday morning, and we wasted no time
undressing. Eric was about four inches shorter than my
six feet, and slightly thinner. His foreskin was both
shorter and thinner than mine, not quite covering the
head, and his slit was clearly visible in the
dime-sized opening at the end.
	Danny was my height, six feet, and his prick was
somewhat larger than mine soft and seven inches hard.
His long foreskin extended beyond the bulging helmet
head, forming a long nipple like mine. He produced a
lot of smegma, which was what appealed to Eric.
	I'd had my new foreskin only a few weeks, and was
still getting used to it. I'd quickly learned that
meticulous hygiene was both unnecessary and
counter-productive, as my cock-cheese produced a rich
masculine odor that I liked and that was appealing to
both Eric and Danny. Already, the delicious smell
filled the air, adding to our excitement and
anticipation.
	Eric was already half-hard when he began undressing,
and his foreskin was already slipping back to uncover
the purple mushroom at the end of his shaft. Fully
hard, the hood just encased his rim. I saw that his
glans was coated with white sebum, and I wondered
which of us would have the privilege of licking it off
the sensitive tip. Danny and I were beginning to
swell, but our helmet-shaped heads were still fully
covered by foreskin, and would remain so when we were
fully hard.
	Eric lightly touched the end of my long foreskin
nipple with his fingertip, and I felt his warm
fingertip lightly circling the edge of my foreskin
orifice, sending messages of delight into its many
nerve endings.
	Do you think you have as much cheese as Danny today?"
he asked. Danny was now slowly stripping back the hood
from his precious head, eager to compare. I grasped
Eric's shaft-skin, gently drawing the foreskin back to
clear the rim, and as his foreskin melted back into
the shaft saw that he had a thick ring of white lodged
behind his corona. By now his prick had swelled to its
full five and three-quarters inches.
	"I hope so," I said. "I've been working on it. I
didn't skin back to wash, and I saved up some of my
spunk when I did self-abuse," I said with a snicker.
"Self-abuse" was a common term for masturbation during
the 19th Century, used by doctors and moralists who
condemned the practice as unhealthy. Eric and Danny
knew better, having spent many happy hours stroking
their pricks, and they thrived on self-pleasure. Now
my already tight scrotum became tighter as Eric
excited me.
	"Good. Let's see what you've got," he said as his
expert fingers pushed my tight foreskin back slowly,
stretching its nerve endings and making my glans
swell.
	"Looks like you've got a lot, maybe as much as me,"
Danny observed as my white-coated helmet came into
view. Eric and I looked at Danny's helmet, which was
the same shape but slightly longer than mine. Eric
leaned forward and lapped at the front dome of my
helmet, savoring the taste and aroma. He pushed my
foreskin back farther to uncover the rim, and then
applied more pressure to reveal the deep groove behind
it, which was filled with my white creamy cheese.
	"I bet you saved a lot of spunk," Danny said,
inspecting my tip. I grasped his thick prick and began
stroking his foreskin, slowly spreading his white
secretions to form an even coat over the long glans.
The mixture of aromas was intoxicating, and we
arranged ourselves on the bed to get down to serious
pleasure.
	"I really want this," Eric said as his lips locked
around my rim, while his tongue caressed the
vee-shaped cleft under my glans. Then he turned his
head to run his tongue across the broad upper surface
of my helmet while I sighed in delight. When I felt
his tongue probing the groove behind my rim, I
shuddered with sensation.
	Danny wasn't left out of the action because he'd lain
down so that his face was inches in front of Eric's
prick, and now his lips had engulfed the cheesy purple
mushroom fully, and I could only imagine what his
tongue was doing inside, because Eric's body began
shuddering as well.
	"Your spunk tasted delicious, mixed with your piss
and cheese." Eric had removed his mouth from my prick
to speak, and now he held Danny's hot hard staff,
stabilizing it for his eager mouth.
	"Please, let me have a taste of him first," I said.
Eric held Danny's prick for me to taste, and I licked
across the blunt nose of his glans, wiping away the
thick ripe mixture.
	"You must have spunked inside your foreskin, like
me," I commented.
	"I did, while thinking of you guys the other night in
bed," Danny replied. "I was lying there, holding my
cock, and thinking of last weekend got me hard, and I
felt I had to spend or I'd burst. I kept the skin over
the head while I moved it up and down, and when my
spunk shot out, I pinched the end of my skin shut,
trapping it all. I fell asleep holding the end of my
cock-skin, and when I woke up next morning most of it
had congealed inside my skin. I lost a few drops on
the sheets, though." As Danny was speaking, Danny's
mouth was encasing his big-domed helmet, and his
tongue was moving around inside, licking it clean.
	"That was a nice tongue-bath," Eric said after he'd
finished and removed his mouth. "I think I got it
all."
	"Now that we're all clean you can compare our
pricks," I said, knowing their penchants for studying
other guy's organs, which were as intense as mine.
	"I like the big vein on the right side of yours,"
Eric said to me. "Mine has a couple of smaller veins
on top."
	"One of your veins divides right behind the head when
you've got your skin forward," Danny said to Eric. "It
forks as it goes into your skin."
	"You've got a couple of big veins on top," Eric said
as he pulled Danny's foreskin forward. "Then there's
that big vein on the bottom where the piss comes out,
and your spunk too. Jack's cock has that big vein
underneath too."
	Danny pulled my foreskin forward, saying:
	"Both our skins cover the head all the way even when
we're hard. Jack's has that little pucker in front,
and mine's a little longer. Maybe I could take your
cock inside my skin, to show Jack how we do it."
	"That would be nice, Danny," Eric said
enthusiastically. "Maybe you could keep my spunk
inside your skin all week, and let it get nice and
ripe." Danny shifted his position so that he was
facing Eric on the bed. I made room for them by
sitting on the edge.
	"There's too much to keep in all week," Danny
replied. "I could tie the end of my skin for a couple
of hours, though." Eric pressed forward so that the
front of his mushroom touched the end of Danny's
foreskin, teasing the sensitive tissues. I could feel
the tension building up in their bodies.
	"Let me stretch it out so you can get it in," Danny
said as he grasped the edges of his foreskin with
thumbs and forefingers of both hands. He pulled
outward, widening the orifice enough for Eric to slip
his purple mushroom into it, and I could tell that
they were now nose to nose, smooth heads sliding
against each other.
	"Now I'll lock it in place," Danny continued as he
brought the end of his foreskin forward, stretching it
to cover Eric's rim, and then he made a ring of the
thumb and index finger of his right hand, clamping his
foreskin's edge into the groove behind Eric's corona.
Eric sighed, and began thrusting gently. The effect on
me was electric. I stared, fascinated, at the outline
of Eric's glans moving under Danny's foreskin, sliding
along the top of Danny's glans. I knew that it was
well-lubricated by both Eric's and Danny's copious
output of lubricant, which leaked out along the edge
of Danny's foreskin. I was caressing my prick as I
watched, wondering if I'd feel that irresistible
impulse to bring myself to orgasm.
	"It feels so good, sliding inside you," Eric
whispered, barely able to speak because he was
assaulted by the erotic sensations. His
clearly-defined mushroom was stretching Danny's
foreskin as it moved, thrusting gently, glassy smooth
tissues sliding against each other in a film of
viscous lubricant.
	"I like the way your tip stretches my skin, Eric. "I
can feel the head of your cock sliding against mine."
Eric's body was becoming visibly tenser, his stomach
muscles tightening and his legs starting to tremble.
Now he was thrusting silently, too awed and
overwhelmed by the delicious sensations to speak.
	"I want to feel your spunk shooting inside my skin,
Eric. Any second now.." Eric's eyes were closing, and
it was clear he was unable to resist the hot
stimulation of being prick-head to head with Danny,
especially as his mushroom was encased by Danny's
tightly stretched hood.
	"AAAHHHHHH!" we heard Eric cry out as his hips bucked
and his jaw dropped. His mouth was wide open, neck
muscles tense, as he cried out again. I knew that his
prick was throbbing as it rapidly filled Danny's
foreskin with its fluid.
	Danny and I stared avidly at Eric and at his prick,
the front end of which was concealed inside Danny's
foreskin and discharging its loads. Danny's hood was
distending as it filled with Eric's thick foamy fluid,
and I saw a drop leak out from the edge of Danny's
foreskin where he held it clamped around the neck or
Eric's prick.  Both their sacs were tight against
their bodies, and I wondered if Eric's discharge would
trigger Danny's orgasm. For my part, I consciously
removed my stroking fingers from my prick because I
knew that if I continued, I'd lose myself in the
throes of orgasm any second.
	Eric's body strained with the orgasm, and I knew that
his cock-root was pounding with each discharge. His
last thrust had been violent, and I was afraid that
he'd tear Danny's precious hood with the blunt nose of
his prick, but now he became utterly still, although
still obviously enjoying his release.
	"His tip just got sensitive," Danny explained to me.
"He's still spunking. I can feel the head throbbing
inside my skin, but he can't move right now."
	"How are you doing?" I asked. "Are you gonna spend
now?"
	"No, I think I can wait til he's finished," Danny
answered. His face was flushed like Eric's, and I knew
he was on the edge.
	Eric gasped a few more times, and then we saw his
body begin to relax. He'd pumped all his semen into
danny's foreskin and more was leaking from under the
edge, despite Danny's tightly clamping fingers.
	Now Eric began to lie back, pulling his softening
penis from Danny's hood. Danny kept a tight grip on
his
foreskin, allowing only the slippery, white-coated
head of Eric's penis to pull out. The odor of Eric's
chlorine-scented discharge filled the air. Even
without the bulk of Eric's glans, Danny's foreskin was
distended, and I knew he was holding almost all Eric's
load inside his hood.
	"Wake up, Eric!" Danny exclaimed imperatively. "I've
got your spunk in me and now I'm going to shoot mine."
He held the end of his foreskin pinched tightly shut
while he massaged the rim of his glans with the thumb
of his other hand. His second and third fingers were
sliding the bottom of his foreskin over the twin lobes
under his glans, caressing his gee-string as well.
Eric's eyes opened, and although he was obviously
dazed, he watched as Danny brought himself to climax.
	Danny's eyes closed as his body stiffened, and his
legs straightened out on the bed. His back arched, and
he began to gasp loudly as his sensations built. I
knew he was masturbating himself with Eric's cream
providing some of the lubrication, sharing the
intimacy as we watched him open his mouth and throw
his head back. Danny's face was flushed, and it was
clear that any second he'd vault over the edge and
release his load.
	"AH-AH-AH-AH!" he exclaimed as his hips bucked, and I
knew he was shooting a hot stream into his already
distended foreskin to mix with Eric's. His foreskin
swelled even more as a drop escaped from the tip, and
his fingers strummed his corona and gee-string through
the fleshy hood. His back arched, and I knew he was
shooting again as his cries of joyful agony assaulted
our ears.
Now Danny's flying fingers stopped moving, and we knew
that he, too, had become super-sensitive in the glans.
His eyes were still screwed shut, his head still back,
but his grunts became softer. I could see his shaft
throb as he held his prick only by the end of his
ballooning foreskin. Danny became still, and a couple
of minutes later he opened his eyes.
"That really shook me," he said weakly. "I felt Eric's
cock throbbing against mine when he spunked, and his
hot juices filled my skin. I felt it running all over
the head, even behind my rim.
Eric was barely conscious, almost overwhelmed by his
need for sleep, utterly exhausted by the force of his
orgasm. Now Danny spoke to me:
"Can you get me a piece of string? I want to tie the
end of my skin to keep our spunk inside me." I got up
and went into the kitchen, returning with a foot of
string. I was conscious of two pairs of eyes fixed on
my hard prick as it swayed from side to side as I
walked. Danny took it from me and wrapped it around
the end of his distended hood, securing it with a bow
knot for easy removal.
"Now I'll have something for Eric to suck on when he
wakes up," he said, and we watched as Eric slipped
into a restful sleep, a satisfied smile on his face.
Now I began stroking my foreskin again, slowly,
wanting to make the build-up last as long as I could
before blsting off into orgasm.
"Going to do yourself?" Danny asked. "I can help if
you want me to. I'm not all that knocked out." I waved
him away, and lay down between him and Eric's still
form. Danny eased himself down so that his face rested
on my thigh, watching avidly as I stroked my foreskin
in long slow strokes, covering and uncovering my
swollen tip.
I felt the urge building up inside me, a need to go
faster and bring on the pleasurable sensations, but I
resisted. I knew my newly sensitive helmet needed
little stimulation, and I slowed my strokes even
further to prolong the delicious anticipation.
"Your tip's so hard and shiny," Danny commented, his
face inches from my swollen prick. I slowed and
shortened my stroking, now just lightly bumping my
corona, and then drawing my foreskin back to stretch
its nerve endings tightly as my glans ached for
release.
"My rim's tickling," I whispered to keep him current
on my state.
"You're leaking a couple of drops," he said from his
vantage point, eyes fixed on my prick. My eyes closed.
"Any second..." I whispered. I felt the tickle in my
corona change to a hot tingle that spread all over my
helmet as I continued to stretch my foreskin back hard
and bump my rim on the forward stroke. My body
tightened suddenly, and I felt a hot spark of
sensation shoot down my shaft to trigger my orgasm.
My cock-root convulsed as I let out a loud cry of
agonized joy, and I felt the first torrent of cream
spilling into my tube. The hot lava burned its way up
my shaft to erupt from my orifice as my glans throbbed
powerfully. A second hot jolt of sensation filled my
cock-root in another spasm as the second discharge
poured into my urethra, rushing up my prick to slam
through the lips of my slit. I was grunting and
gasping uncontrollably, totally lost in the fury or my
orgasm.
I bumped my rim again and another spasm filled my
cock-root, sending a third flood of sperm to erupt
from my tip. Now I pulled back hard on my shaft-skin,
as even the light bumps against my corona had become
superfluous, and felt another torrent of cream shoot
from my straining prick. A weaker jet followed, and
another.
I felt that I was only dribbling now, although I
didn't see the flow. My spasms became weaker until
they subsided, and I felt only a steady hot ooze
tickling the inside of my urethra.
	When I opened my eyes I saw Danny peering down at me.
He'd apparently sat up after I'd come, and was
patiently waiting for me to recover from my daze.
	"That was something to see," he began. "I was right
there, inches away, when your cock began to spunk. I
saw that big purple tip get darker and then start to
spit. I wanted to put my mouth on it, but maybe you
were too sensitive." He clasped my hand in his, and we
lay still for quite a few minutes.
	"I can get up now," I said eventually. We both got
up, and he followed me into the bathroom, where I sat
on the toilet.
	"I just have to pee," I explained, and he reached
between my spread thighs and grasped the end of my
hood, which I'd pushed forward as my prick had
softened. The cream was still dripping down my stomach
into my pubic hair.
	"Go ahead," Danny said. "I want to watch your skin
stretch." He held the end of my foreskin, pinching
tightly, as I relaxed my sphincter. I felt and saw my
hood distend with the flow, and then he relaxed his
grip to allow a thick gush to fall into the toilet. He
tightened his grip and we watched my foreskin fill
again with fluid.
	"I did this a lot when I was a kid," he said. "I had
a tight skin and couldn't get it back off the head. A
friend showed me how to do this and told me it would
stretch my skin. I wanted to be able to pull it back
like the other boys, and so I did this every time I
peed." He let the flow from my foreskin empty itself
before pinching it again.
	"That fells good," I said. "I can feel it running
around the head, behind the rim, into the groove,"
	"You can imagine how it felt when Eric's spunk poured
into my skin," he said.
	"How long are you gonna keep it tied up?" I asked.
	"I didn't drink much this morning," he replied. "I
won't have to pee for a couple of hours at least.
That'll give Eric a lot of time to sleep."
	I'd drained myself, and stood up to walk to the sink,
where I drew my foreskin back all the way and ran warm
water over my helmet, rinsing way the accumulated
juices and urine.
	"Maybe you should have saved it for Eric," he said.
"Well, anyway he'll have a hot time sucking it from my
cock."
	We went back into the bedroom where we waited for
Eric to awaken. We sat side by side on the couch,
clasping hands in a moment of prolonged tenderness.

The End of Part 3