Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2004 07:38:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: ST: All in Good Time, Part 6, M/M, Con, 6/10

All in Good Time, Part 6
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 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 my fleshy
cuff intact. Foreskins were the norm in 1880, and few
males were without one.
	A major drawback 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 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.
	Eric, Danny, and I had several exciting sexual
encounters together in my new house. The last one
involved Danny "docking" Eric, and saving the combined
cream for Eric to savor later. That afternoon, we
continued, Eric sucking the accumulated juices from
Danny's prick, and then Danny and Eric used their
tongues around my helmet together to bring me to
orgasm. Finally, Danny and I worked on Eric, and I
used my fingertips caressing his naked glans to make
him erupt.
	Danny promised to bring his friend Tommy along next
time we met. Tommy had an exceptionally nippled
foreskin, and Eric loved sucking it. The next
Saturday, Tommy arrived and we had a tremendously
arousing foursome.

	The characters so far:
	Myself, Jack, ago 30, six feet, brown hair and eyes,
six inch erection, long foreskin, and tight sac.
	Eric: My age, blond, blue eyes, erection 5 ¾",
low-hangers, slender build.
	Danny, about my age and height, brown hair and eyes,
erection about 7", long foreskin and loose sac.
	Tommy, standing about 5'10", slender, with a long
foreskin extending over an inch beyond the end of his
red cherry head, forming a long nipple through which
he was able to pee without splashing. Erect, he
measured about 5 ½"  and his sac was loose like the
others.


Part 6:
	I'd had one or more of the guys over to my house each
Saturday, and on each occasion we'd enjoyed terrific
sex because we'd turned each other on so profoundly.
Tommy, the newest guest in my house, had added variety
with his extraordinary nippled foreskin and his
ability to pee accurately through it, without
splashing.
	As the weeks wound their way into winter, I became
more adapted to life in 1880. I spent the days
wandering around Manhattan, carefully avoiding the
rough neighborhoods because it was worth my life to go
into one of them, even armed. The police didn't dare
enter these except in formations known as "strong-arm
squads," armed with nightsticks and ready for pitched
battles. I even took the ferries to Long Island, and
went out to communities such as Jamaica and Hempstead,
which were small towns in the middle of farmland.
	One day while walking in lower Manhattan, on Vesey
Street, I was casually watching the people walking
towards me on the sidewalk when I passed a man about
my height, dressed on a topcoat open at the collar,
and as I passed him I noted that his short collar
seemed to be very white and unwrinkled. I walked on
for a few feet, and then stopped short.
	WHAT THE FUCK???? How come his shirt seemed as if it
had just been washed and pressed with a lot of starch?
All of the others were various shades of off-white,
not bright white, and they were all somewhat soft and
rumpled.
	I turned quickly and started after him, trying to
digest what I'd just seen, and understand its
implications. Could it be he was from my own time,
wearing a wash-and-wear shirt? As I drew up to him, I
noticed that his pants had sharp creases, without the
characteristic bagginess that was typical of clothing
of the 1880s. I followed him for several bocks,
wondering where he was going.
	Several bocks later, he stopped and propped his foot
up on a fire hydrant to tie his shoelace, and I saw
the outline of a pair of handcuffs showing through his
coat. Was he some sort of a cop? My anxiety level
rose, as I realized that as I had not contacted the
people in my own time through the message drop under a
Central Park bench they surely were wondering what had
happened to me and may have sent someone after me.
	Why a cop, though? Then the answer came to me. I'd
been in government employ, and I had, in effect,
embezzled government funds for my own purposes,
establishing myself in 1880 without any intention of
returning.
	I decided to take a chance. When my quarry had
resumed walking, I caught up to him and tapped him on
the shoulder.
	"Where's the World Trade Center?" I asked. I knew
that the Twin Towers had been destroyed in the Airline
Attack of September 11, 2001, and in any event someone
from 1880 would never have heard of them. He turned
around, pointing west, and said:
	"They used to be..." He trailed off, a look of shock
coming over his face. He stared at me hard, trying to
see inside me.
	"Who the fuck are you?" he asked.
	"I might ask you the same thing," I responded. "I
think we'd better go and have a quiet talk," I
suggested. He hesitated, and when I took his elbow and
led the way towards a nearby park, he walked with me.
I found a bench in a remote corner of the park and we
sat.
	"Want to tell me who you are?" he asked.
	"I think you know who I am," I replied. "I don't know
who you are, though, and what you're doing here."
	"My name's Frank," he said. "I'm with the FBI and you
must be the guy I'm looking for."
	"I guess I am, but I don't know why you're looking
for me. Also, what's with the handcuffs?" He looked
surprised at my revelation. "When you bent over to tie
your shoe, they showed through your coat."
	"I'm with the FBI and I also carry a gun," he said.
"Dr. Ellis and his crowd thought they needed a law
enforcement officer to search for you. They weren't
sure if you'd been in an accident or were deliberately
avoiding them, and fucking up the project."
	"I thought that might be it," I said. "We do have a
lot to talk about. Maybe you'd better come with me to
my place. We'll be able to talk there for as long as
we want, and being there will answer a lot of
questions." I stood and he followed me to a
horse-drawn bus, which delivered us to my corner near
Harlem. Once inside, we doffed our coats and I noticed
he had a pistol in a shoulder holster, as I did. I
asked:
	"Is that one of the new Glocks they're issuing to FBI
guys now?"
	"Yep, it's a Glock Model 53. It fires the new .20
Glock cartridge. Goes through body armor." I'd heard
of the .20 Glock, a .20 caliber solid round that fired
at 2500 feet per second, with a pointed bullet that
would cut through many substances, including soft body
armor.
	"Nice," I said. "I guess you know about my SIG."
	"I've got one at home," he said. "It's a nice gun,
but they make us carry these." Now I asked:
	"Were you selected for your mission following the
same criteria used in choosing me?"
	"I guess so. I'm single, no living family, and gay.
By the way, I have to use the bathroom."
	"Just follow me," I said and led him to the bathroom
and watched as he undid his fly buttons. "Go ahead.
I'm curious about something." His eyes widened in
surprise as I asked:
	"Did you find anything different the first time you
had to pee after you got here?" He looked shocked.
"Don't worry. The same thing happened to me."
	"My prick looks like I was never circumcised," he
stuttered. He unbuttoned his fly and took it out. I
saw one that looked remarkably like mine, with the
bulge of a big helmet under a long tapering foreskin.
I took out mine.
	"You're not the only one," I explained. "I bet your
vaccination scars vanished too."
	"They did, now that you mention it." He looked
slightly bemused at the unexpected turn of events.
	"Well, go ahead and pee. We can talk after you've
finished. I think you'll have to be careful how you
aim it." He laughed.
	"Yeah, I sure have to be careful. I wet my pants the
first time. I'm not used to having a foreskin."
	"You like it, though," I said as I left him alone.
When he came out, we sat on the living room couch.
	"I don't understand the mechanism," I said. "I just
know that now that I'm here, I've go the same physical
characteristics as if I'd been born in 1850. I'm 30
years old, but you probably already know that."
	"I'm 35, and that means I would have been born in
1845. Tell me, how do you feel about being uncut now?"
I could see a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
	"I love it. My prick's much more sensitive and more
fun to play with. I always hated having been cut, and
now I wouldn't have it any other way."
	"Would going back to our time mean that we'd be cut
again?" he asked, a note of worry in his voice.
	"I truly don't know. There have been some surprises
coming back here, and I have no idea what to expect if
we returned."
	"Do you want to return?" he asked, cutting to the
crux of the matter. His eyes bored into mine. I
decided to be truthful:
	"No, not at all. I like it back here. Are we on the
same wavelength?" I stared at him intently.
	"Maybe we are. At least, I can understand your
reasons. I feel the same way you do about the foreskin
business. I always hated being cut from the day I'd
found out. That's why I asked about going back."
	"Maybe you're in conflict with your duty as a cop," I
suggested.
	"Hell yeah I am!" he exclaimed. "I'm in a real
dilemma now."
	"Maybe it would help our frank discussion if we got
naked," I said. "After all, we've got nothing to hide
from each other." Frank nodded and began stripping
down, and I eagerly followed suit. When our coats,
pants, shirts, and underwear were piled on the couch I
led him into the bedroom, where we studied each other.
The emotional tension had several effects on us. It
not only increased our heartbeats and respiration, but
we were becoming aroused. As we sat on the bed Frank's
prick grew to a full 6 ½" but the long thick foreskin
still covered the head. Frank looked at mine,
commenting:
	"Hey, your foreskin stays over the head too, like
mine." I reached out to grasp his long hood by the
puckered end.
	"You've got a nice prick," I said. "Bigger than mine,
too."
	"Yours is big enough," he replied. "I can retract my
foreskin. Can you? It looks pretty tight."
	"Try it and see," I urged. "I know you'll enjoy it."
His hand reached for my prick, grasping it around the
foreskin-covered head, and began to push the skin
back. I felt the delicious tingling sensation of the
contact with his fingertips and the stretching feeling
as the nerve endings in my foreskin became taut with
tension. My foreskin expanded under Frank's gentle
urging, and within seconds it was poised on my flaring
rim, stretched to the utmost.
	"Yours goes back nice, and I love the smell," he
said. "Want to try mine?" I was already holding it by
the puckered tip, but now shifted my grip to push it
over the swollen contours of his helmet. As it snapped
down into the deep groove behind his flaring rim, I
said:
	"I like your smell, too. You smell like a real man,
not like those deodorized cut models." I snapped his
foreskin forward again, adding: "We ought to talk a
bit more." He pulled my foreskin forward and we lay on
our sides facing each other.
	"Is it still rough for gay guys in the FBI?" I asked.
	"Not as bad as it used to be, considering that Hoover
himself was one, but it's still bad. It's like `Don't
ask, don't tell' but I still have to put up with all
sorts of shit. I can't bring anybody home with me if I
want to make it with him because my apartment's
bugged. I have to be careful what I say on the phone
for the same reason. They even have a tap on my cell
phone."
	"How do you manage, then?"
	"I can only meet guys face to face, after I make sure
I'm not being tailed. Then we go to a motel or to his
place. If they ever caught me at it, like a smoking
gun, I'd be through."
	"That's pretty hypocritical, isn't it, bashing you
about that and then choosing you to come back to get
me?" I knew the obvious answer and was not surprised
when he said:
	"Shit, yeah! They choose me for this way-out project
because I'm gay but they'd fuck me in a minute if they
could."
	"I can see why you don't want to go back."
	"You been able to make it with a guy since you've
been here?" he asked.
	"Have I? I really have!" I knew he was listening
intently. "The really good part is all the guys are
uncut."
	"That's terrific," he said. "Back in 2020 I was
always interested in finding an uncut guy, but most
guys were cut like we were."
	"In that way it's paradise here," I said. "I've seen
all types of foreskins, long, short, tight, loose,
nipples, anything you want. If you really want, I can
introduce you and you'll meet a couple of guys I know
you'll like."
	"I can see how this time seems like paradise. You
don't have to worry about terrorists nuking New York,
like they did at Kennedy Airport."
	"It's not all good news, I've got to tell you. Did
they send a survival kit back with you?"
	"Yes they did. It's got all sorts of things in it,
drugs, extra ammo, money, you name it."
	"You'll need the penicillin. Syphilis is common in
this time. Millions have it, rich and poor. It's
incurable and much more contagious than AIDS. You'll
have to take penicillin to avoid coming down with it."
	"Well, at least I've got that covered," he said,
fingering his prick nervously. "The kit has
antibiotics."
	"Got much money? You'll need some here."
	"A couple of thou. That should go a long way in this
time."
	"They want me for embezzling, don't they?" I asked.
	"Yeah, you stole government property, technically,
but that's a crock of shit. The money was printed at
the government printing office, perfect replicas of
the bills of this era, but when you get down to it,
it's counterfeit. It was printed by the government,
but not this government. It's all counterfeit."
	"Well, you can stay with me for now, while you're
deciding what to do. Just don't try to take me back,
understand?"
	"I do understand," he said with sudden tenderness. "I
don't really want to go back either." He leaned
towards me to plant a dry kiss on my lips. I kissed
him back, and we were quickly in a clinch, hugging
desperately, our crotches pressed together. I felt our
pricks hardening between us.
	"We both need relief," I said. "This is nature's
tranquilizer." I reached between us and grasped his
prick, gently sliding his foreskin over his turgid
helmet. We drew apart so that he could get to mine.
	"I really like playing with foreskins, especially one
that's not my own," he said. "I like the way it feels
when you touch mine."
	"I like the way you're sliding mine, up and down the
head. It feels so good because it's natural."
	"It's really a new sensation for me. I've been back
only a week but I've jacked myself at least three
times a day."
	"Did they do you as a baby?" I asked.
	"Yeah, almost every kid got cut when I was born. The
doctors were brainwashing parents, saying the boy had
to look like dad, match the other kids in the locker
room, or some shit like that."
	"Well, now you look, feel, and smell like a real
man," I said.
	"I like your cock as much as you like mine. I love to
compare cocks." He looked down at my prick as he eased
the foreskin off the head. I skinned him back gently
as well.
	"Yours is a lot like mine, only a bit longer," I
pointed out. "You've got the same helmet shape, the
flaring rim, and a big vein down your right side." I
felt his prick twitch in my hand as I spoke.
	"I like the helmet shape," he said. "I like the round
nose and the sexy way the rim flares. Yours is
perfect."
	"Your balls are looser than mine," I said. "Mine have
always been a bit tight."
	"Your foreskin's a bit tighter than mine. I love the
way it hugs your head."
	"We've got the same teardrop shaped slit," I pointed
out. "That's a bit unusual."
	"Yeah, you're right. I haven't seen many guys whose
slits swelled up that way when they got hard." I was
now sliding his foreskin in long, easy strokes, not
using too much pressure because I didn't want to pump
him to orgasm too quickly. His fingers were still
exploring my prick, now tickling the pouting lips of
my slit. A large drop of clear fluid appeared in his
teardrop hole.
	"I think you juice more than I do," I said. "That's
nice."
	"I always juice a lot when I get hot," he replied.
"That was very nice back then, when I needed a lot of
lube to stroke my cut cock, but now it runs down over
my skin and I sometimes lose my grip because my cock's
too wet."
	"I had to use artificial lube back then. I liked
Astroglide."
	"Well, now you can use some of mine. Your skin needs
a little lube." He pushed my foreskin all the way
back, and eased forward so that our tips touched. He
moved my big helmet around his, coating it with a film
of his clear lubricant.
	"Your rim's got the same little bumps mine has," he
observed as he continued to move my glans around the
circumference of his.
	"Yeah, they're the receptors, the nerve endings," I
answered. I think both our rims are very sensitive,
right?"
	"I know sure as shit mine is," he replied. "I love
the way you were stroking my skin over it." I'd
stopped while he was coating my head with his fluid.
Now I resumed my gentle stroking.
	"Looks like you need to come," I said. "Your prick
feels so hot in my hand."
	"I want to see you come," he said. I really enjoy
seeing an uncut cock shooting."
	"They call it `spunking' in this time," I replied.
"You'll get used to the lingo. Anyway, I want to see
you come too." Now our breathing had become deeper as
our excitement mounted.
	"I just love a cock with a big head," he said. "Maybe
it's
because mine is that way."
	"I feel the same way you do," I said. "You've got a
really handsome prick, head, skin, and all."
	"We've both got straight shafts, he added. "I think
that's nice too."
	"Do you get sleepy after you've come?" I asked.
	"Not usually," he answered. "I often jack myself to
sleep, but right now I'm too excited to sleep."
	"Good, then. I'll do you first and then you can do
me." I pushed him flat on the bed and straddled his
legs.
	"Now I'll stroke your prick with my right hand and
cup your balls with the other." Frank was still
holding on to my prick.
	"Will it bother you if I keep my hand on yours? It's
very exciting to feel your cock while you're jacking
mine." His fingers clasped my prick and moved the skin
gently as he spoke.
	"No, it won't bother me at all," I reassured him.
"Just don't make me come while I'm doing you. I'm
getting very excited doing this to you."
	"Feels so good,' he said.
	"I know it feels good for you. I can feel your balls
getting tight against your body."
	"Yeah, they tighten up when I'm hot, and you're
making me really hot." Now I was taking long, sweeping
strokes up and down Frank's prick, covering and
uncovering the big helmet each time.
	"I bet it's hot for you when I bump your foreskin up
over your rim," I said.
	"Very hot" he replied. "You're really lighting my
fire."
	"And you're lighting mine. Do you groan when you're
coming?"
	"Yeah, I get pretty loud," he replied. "How about
you?"
	"Me, too," I said as I continued to stroke Frank's
handsome prick, wondering how far he'd shoot when he
came. "I can feel the head's gettin' bigger," I added.
	"My head always swells more when I get close. Does
yours?"
	"Mine swells and gets darker purple, like yours is
gettin'."
	"Mine gets really sensitive while I'm coming," he
warned. "Stop stroking when that happens.
	"Mine too," I said. "I'll know when you're gettin'
super-sensitive and I'll just hold your prick."
	"That hot feeling's building up inside me, and in my
cock too. The rim's starting to tickle." Now Frank's
breathing was deeper yet, and he began to moan
lightly.
	"It's really reaching you isn't it?" I increased my
pace to bring him closer to the brink.
	"Yeah, ooohhhh..." He moaned. Oooohhhh..."
	"Just try to relax, Frank. I'll try to keep you on
the edge as long as I can." I felt his legs tighten up
between mine. His moaning grew louder.
	"Just relax," I coached him. "Just concentrate on how
good your prick feels and let me do the rest." His
glans was dark purple, and I felt its hardness through
the gliding foreskin. His legs began trembling and he
moaned even louder.
"Now I'm gonna slow down, `cause I want to keep you
near the edge as long as I can. Just relax." His only
reply was to moan louder.
	"Just feel it building up in your tip," I said as I
stroked him very slowly. "You'll feel the tickle get
stronger and then it'll become a hot tingle. That's
when I'll stroke you right over the edge." My clasping
fingers were hardly moving, just enough for him to
feel the delicious anticipation. His eyes closed and
his jaw tightened.
	I felt a sudden hard throb in his shaft and head, and
began stroking him hard as a thick white jet erupted
from his slit. It shot two feet into the air as he
cried out in agonized ecstasy. My fingers were now
whipping his long foreskin up and down his big helmet,
and I felt the throbs as he shot again.
	Frank's face was red with the effort of orgasm, and I
pounded another torrent of sperm from his tortured
prick, ruthlessly snapping the long foreskin over his
rim. I felt that he might be getting too sensitive any
moment, and now I snapped it back into the deep groove
behind the dark purple rim as he shot again. His cries
of helpless rapture filled the room as he continued to
shoot. I studied the big purple helmet as it gushed
again, noting that the stream that distended the lips
of his slit was not as powerful as the first.
	Frank writhed on the bed as his orgasm played itself
out, his moans subsiding as he began to relax. His
hardness began subsiding between my fingers that were
still holding his foreskin tightly back. I watched the
purple-tipped instrument of beauty slowly shrink, the
tight skin developing wrinkles as the core of his
prick deflated.
	His eyes opened and he stared at me wordlessly, still
dazed by the after-shock of the orgasm that had just
wracked his body with intense sensations. I smiled. He
smiled back, still saying nothing. Finally he
whispered weakly:
	"That was terrific. You knew just how to handle my
cock. You're really good. I couldn't give myself a
come like that even with my new foreskin."
	"Well, Frank, you've only had your new foreskin a
week. I've been here with my new hood three months and
have handled three other guy's pricks, all uncut."
Frank's penis was almost completely limp now, the
foreskin a thick ring of flesh behind the thick
corona. I eased it forward, watching as it slid
downhill to engulf the helmet completely.
	"That means you've become an expert, Jack. I really
was in seventh heaven when you used those magic
fingers on me." Frank propped himself up on an elbow,
reaching for my prick. I was still hard although he'd
let go when his orgasm had begun. "Maybe I can do the
same for you now. I'd really love to feel your cock
throb and see it shoot."
	"I know what you mean Frank. When you started coming,
I almost came myself because it was so hot to watch
and feel you. You shot all over yourself and the
sheet." I lay back on the bed.
	"Got any Kleenex?" he asked. "Maybe they didn't make
Kleenex back in 1880."
	"You're right. No paper towels, either. Don't worry,
though, we can clean up afterward and I'll wash the
sheet." I felt his gentle fingers begin sliding my
foreskin up and down the contours of my swollen
helmet.
	"Wash by hand, or do you have a washing machine?"
	"They haven't been invented yet. I've got a big
washtub." Frank grasped my tight sac with his other
hand, slowly stretching the wrinkled skin down towards
my knees.
	"I felt like I was just dissolving when you made me
come," he added. "I was really out of it." His warm
fingers slid my hood down all the way, baring my
swollen corona. "I'm gonna hit those receptors in your
rim just like you did mine."
	"Your fingers feel so good around my prick," I said.
"I don't know how much I can hold out." I was becoming
very excited, and Frank had noticed it.
	"I can see how excited you are. Your tip's gotten
darker, and the rim's really flaring out. I can feel
the head getting harder through your foreskin and the
big vein on your shaft's really standing out." He
lightly bumped my tight ring of skin against my
corona. "Your rim's really stiff and swollen now.
Before, there was some give." His fingers continued to
tug at my scrotum, adding to my excitement.
	"That's really hot, Frank. Just go nice and slow so I
can enjoy the build-up." His fingers continued to bump
my foreskin collar against my rim while his other hand
tugged at my sac.
	"Getting' that tickling feeling in the head yet?" he
asked.
	"Right around the rim, where you're hitting it."
	"You just had some lube," he said, and I felt the
slight tickle as a drop of fluid filled the lips of my
orifice. Frank sat up and straddled my legs.
	"I want to feel the tension in your body when you
come," he said. "I love to make a guy shoot and feel
his body straining against mine."
	"I think you're an expert too," I said.
	"I've made a lot of guys come, and cut guys tighten
up just like natural guys. Some get pretty loud when
they start shooting."
	"Natural guys feel the orgasm more," I reminded him.

	"Don't I know it," he answered. "My orgasms have been
more intense since I got my foreskin back. The
sensations are a lot sharper. I know yours are too."
	"They are, Frank. Before, lightly bumping my rim
wouldn't have gotten me this hot. Now my tip's
starting to ache because I really need release."
	"I can feel your legs tightening up too," he said.
"Do your eyes close when you come? Do you get loud and
vocal?"
	"I do both," I replied. "When I come, it really hits
me, like an express train. I just let myself go."
	"I'm glad to hear it," he said. "I like to enjoy the
show with a guy who's really loud and I can hear him
coming too."
	"I can't keep my eyes open," I said as I began
withdrawing into myself, my attention dominated by the
sheer power of the sensations in my prick.
	"Gettin' that hot tingle?" he asked, but I was unable
to answer. My rim was hot and tingly, my sac was
tightly stretched, and I knew I was on the brink. I'd
begun moaning, and now as the sensations peaked I
howled.
	"HUNNNHHH!" I cried out as I felt my cock-root go
into hot spasms, ejecting the first torrent of hot
cream into my prick-tube. My legs were trembling and
my fists were clenched as I dissolved into orgasm. My
mind went on "HOLD" and I became just a mass of
reflexes, overwhelmed by the sensations.
	I cried out again as the second agonizing spasm of my
climax tore through me. I felt the hot lava sear its
way up my prick and slam through the lips of my slit.
My mouth was wide open, and my yells of joyful agony
filled the room. My entire body shuddered as the third
torrent burned its way up my urethra, and I stopped
counting.
	Later, I felt my orgasm taper off as my pulses became
weaker and my jets dwindled to seeping. A heavy daze
settled over me, and I felt exhausted. Minutes later I
opened my eyes as I heard Frank say:
	"Man, that was a sight! I felt every throb in both
your cock and balls. I felt the strain in your body
while you were coming. You shot all over yourself and
the sheet too."
	"You did a terrific job of making me come," I
replied. "You said you weren't experienced with
foreskins, but you really knew how to work mine. You
drained me completely. I just relaxed and let you do
the work, and I really creamed a lot."
	"I got something out of it too. Remember how I told
you I love to feel a guy's cock throb in my fingers
when I whack him? Yours really throbbed, and watching
the come shoot out of that big purple helmet was a
terrific thrill."
	We got up and Frank helped me wash the sheets and
hang them out to dry on the clothesline I'd rigged in
my back yard.
	"No washing machine, no dryer, no Kleenex, no paper
towels. You'll have to get used to doing without a lot
of things back here," I said.
	"I noticed that. No TV, no strings of commercials, no
phone, no goddamned telemarketers calling you while
you're eating, no junk mail, etc. I could get used to
that real easy."
	"No fuckin' cell phones ringing at inconvenient
times, that's something else you'll have to learn to
live with," I said.
	"Yeah, and all those guys with foreskins too. I think
I could live with that really well," Frank added.
	"Want to meet a couple of them?" I asked. "I know
Tommy's coming Saturday, and maybe Eric too, if he can
get off work. You could be here when they come. I'm
sure they won't mind. Meanwhile, move out of your
hotel and in with me."
	"I'll do just that. I'm 99 percent committed to
staying here with you anyway." Frank returned later
with his baggage and we slept together for the first
time that night, curling up against each other and
feeling each other's warmth.
	Saturday morning we were both naked when there was a
knock at the door. It was Tommy. I introduced him to
Frank and asked about Eric.
	"Eric's gonna come by a little later," he said.
"Meanwhile, can I use your bathroom?" he asked while
stripping off his clothes. "I've gotta pee real bad."
He waved us to follow him and we did. Frank stared at
Tommy's tremendous overhang with fascination.
	"You know how I usually pee with the skin forward,"
he said as he nimbly pulled back on his tremendous
overhang. "This time I'm gonna skin back just enough
to clear the hole. I've got a lot of cheese built up
inside for Eric and if I peed the usual way I'd just
flush out some of it." He aimed into the toilet and
started his flow, which emerged in a neat stream as
mine had when I didn't have a foreskin. I noticed that
the lips of his slit pouted as the yellow stream
poured through them.
	"We'll wait for you in the kitchen," I said, leading
Frank out of the bathroom. In the kitchen, Frank said:
	"Man, that skin was really long. I've never seen one
like it. Bet your as it wouldn't have lasted in our
time."
	"I know. Even if he escaped being cut at birth, the
first time a doctor saw that long tube he'd cut it
off."
	"That's how my dad got cut, years before I was born.
He had a long one like that, he told me, and when he
was getting his appendix out when he was ten, the
doctor saw that skin and just cut it off. He told my
grandparents he'd done it as a freebie because the
skin was much too long and he'd have to have it taken
care of sooner or later. They bought the story because
people respected doctors in those days and didn't
question them."
	"You were done as a baby, right?" I asked Frank.
	"Yeah, when I was born my dad didn't argue with the
doctor. He figured I might as well get it done then,
before I was old enough to remember." A moment Later
Tommy came in and sat in the center chair.
	"I'm gonna make some spunk for Eric so he'll have a
nice load of cheese and other stuff when he gets here.
Got a piece of string? I wanna tie it up like last
time." I cut a foot of string from a ball I kept in a
kitchen drawer and sat on Tommy's left.
	"I guess you want me to hold the end of your foreskin
while you come, don't you?" I asked.
	"Yeah, that's right," he answered. "First, let's see
how much cheese I already got." He peeled back the
long hood to expose his white-coated cherry while
Frank's eyes stood out on sticks, and the intoxicating
odor of his smegma filled the air. Frank and I inhaled
deeply, enjoying the rich aroma.
	"His tip's deep red and round," I said. "That's why
he calls it his cherry."
	"Smells nice," Frank said.
	"Glad you like it, Tommy answered. "Maybe you'd like
to do me while Jack holds my skin shut so the spunk
don't leak out." Frank lost no time wrapping his
fingers around Tommy's rapidly lengthening shaft. I
grasped the long nipple end of his foreskin and held
it shut with just enough pressure to prevent the jets
from shooting out of it. Tommy's stretched out
foreskin extended beyond the end of his 5 ½" erection.
	"Here's how you do it," Tommy instructed. "For this,
put your thump on top of the head, right on the rim,
and two fingers underneath."
	"That way you'll be working his rim and the other two
fingers will be underneath in his groove, rubbing his
gee-string," I added. "You'll be hitting the two most
sensitive spots on his cherry." Frank held Tommy's
erect prick the way Tommy had instructed and began
jiggling the skin up and down in short strokes.
	"I'm really hot this morning, guys," Tommy said. "It
won't take long to make me spend." His breathing was
already deeper, and as I grasped his scrotum with my
other hand I felt it tighten against his body.
	"Your skin's so thin I can really feel the cherry
inside," Frank said as he worked Tommy's foreskin
enthusiastically over the round head. "It's getting
harder even now." Tommy was breathing hard now, fired
up by both of us attending to his rampant prick. He
slid down in his chair, thrusting his hips out as he
spread his legs.
	"Your balls are really tight," I commented. "You
weren't kidding about being hot."
	"I am..." Tommy's voice trailed off as he began to
grunt.
	"His tip's very sensitive but you won't have to stop
when he begins to spend," I told Frank. "All his
seed's gonna stay inside his foreskin. You'll see it
balloon out. With all the liquid inside, there won't
be much friction on his cherry." I tugged gently
downward on his sac, adding to his sensations.
	"I'm getting' hot too," Frank said. "So are you."
Although we hadn't touched our pricks, they were
becoming erect from the excitement of handling Tommy's
prick, with its extraordinary foreskin. I felt the
excitement building deep inside my body as well.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" Tommy grunted as his excitement
approached the moment of release.
	"Feeling the tingle yet?" Frank asked, and Tommy's
only answer was to grunt louder. I could feel the
tension building in his body as my fingers pressed
into the flesh behind his sac.
	"His eyes just closed," I commented to Frank, whose
fingers were strumming the swollen rim  of Tommy's
cherry and the sensitive gee-string through the
foreskin.
	I heard Tommy wail in the moment of release as I felt
a hard pulse behind his sac. My fingers holding his
foreskin shut felt the impact of his ejaculation as
Tommy howled helplessly, completely wrapped up in the
mind-numbing sensations of his orgasm. Tommy's body
jerked as his urethra pulsed again, and his legs
twitched uncontrollably. He threw his head back as
another spasm wracked his body, enraptured in the
blissful agony of his biological storm.
	"See how his foreskin's ballooning?" I asked Frank as
Tommy's fleshy sheath filled with fluid.
	"I see it," replied Frank as his fingers flew over
Tommy's hard, throbbing prick, nurturing his orgasm,
fueling the fire inside him. Tommy's face was red, and
his hands gripped the sides of the seat.
	"It's almost over, I think," I said as Frank
continued to stroke the throbbing prick between his
fingers, totally spellbound. Tommy's pulses became
weaker, and soon they ceased. He began to relax as he
stopped grunting and his breathing returned to normal.

	"Tie that string around the end of his foreskin while
I hold it," I instructed Frank. "A simple knot will do
perfectly. Don't make it too tight." Frank wrapped the
string around Tommy's fleshy tube right behind my
thumb and forefinger and tied it. I let go of Tommy's
prick and his sac, and we watched the engorged organ
begin to shrink.
	After a minute or two Tommy roused himself from his
daze and opened his eyes, saying:
	"Eric's gonna enjoy sucking the cheese from my skin
this morning. He might even make me spend again."
	I made coffee and we sat waiting for Eric. Frank and
I were still excited, but the urgency wasn't great,
and we tacitly decided to wait for the next scene.
When I heard a knock at the door, I let Eric inside.
"Tommy's already here," I said. He undressed in the
living room and we went into the kitchen, where I
introduced him to Frank. Eric's prick was already
partly swollen, and when he saw Tommy's tied-off
foreskin it jumped. Eric dropped to his knees before
Tommy, deftly removing the knotted string as he put
his mouth of Tommy's ballooning foreskin. His face
became blissful as the liquids flowed into his mouth,
and he swallowed hard several times.
"Now he's gonna slip his tongue inside Tommy's
foreskin," I explained to Frank. "He's gonna reach in
there and lick every little bit." Tommy's hood had
deflated and was now hugging the head, with its long
nipple still extending over an inch beyond the glans.
Eric pushed in his tongue, and we saw the long nipple
distend.
	"I think his tongue's reached the tip of his cherry,"
Frank noted. "I bet Tommy's enjoying feeling that
tongue tickling his slit."
	"Oh, I am," added Tommy. "I really get hot feeling
Eric's tongue inside my skin."
	"Eric's really hot too," commented Frank. "He doesn't
have as much skin as the rest of us. It's already
pulled back to the rim." Eric's foreskin was ready to
snap back all the way. He leaned forward, reaching for
Eric's 5 ¾" erection, with the short foreskin poised
on Eric's corona. He gave a slight pull and the hood
snapped down into the groove behind the head. Tommy
slipped off his chair and got into a "69" position
with Eric on the floor, grasping his shaft and
jiggling the fleshy collar behind the head. Although
the autumn days were cool, my kitchen stove had warmed
the tiles enough for comfort.
	We watched Eric and Tommy exciting each other. Frank
stood close to me, close enough for our pricks to
touch. The contact felt like an electric spark between
us, and my prick twitched.
	"Let me hold them together," I said, and I grasped
both our pricks and rubbed the end of our foreskin
puckers together. This was exciting Frank as much as
it did me, and although our erections had lagged
slightly, they firmed up almost instantly.
	"I can feel the shape of your helmet through the
skin," I said to Frank.
	"Let me feel yours," he said, insinuating his hand
between our stomachs and clasping my prick. He worked
his way up to the head as I removed my hand and now I
felt his warm fingers gently feeling the contours of
my swollen glans. On the floor, I saw Eric working on
Tommy's prick, pushing his tongue deeper inside the
hood, as Tommy's prick swelled under the hot
stimulation.
	"Tommy's really stroking Eric's prick now," I said to
Frank, nodding my head down towards the floor.
	"I think they're both gonna come," Frank whispered to
me. "Let's join them. I want to feel your cock
shooting against mine." He bared my helmet, pushing
back on my shaft-skin until the hood rode over my
flaring rim and snapped down into the deep groove
behind it. I pushed Frank's foreskin back, letting the
helmet stand free, and pressed my prick forward.
	"Ohhh, your tip feels so warm against mine," he said.

	"You're really juicing now. I can feel how it makes
our heads slide together." Frank repeated his actions
of the other day, bringing his helmet around and
around mine, coating my head with his lubricant as his
glans circled mine.
	Eric was tonguing Tommy's cherry inside its
protective hood, while Tommy's fingers expertly
flicked Eric's foreskin up and over the rim, fueling
Eric's fire.
	"Let me hold both our cocks," said Frank as he pushed
himself closer to me. I removed my hand and let his
warm fingers encircle both our pricks, holding them
together end to end. The heavy coating of lube
softened the delicious hot friction as the domes of
our helmets rubbed against each other and Frank's
fingers caressed the rims.
	Tommy had begun to moan on the floor, and we both
looked down to see his face reddening as Eric's tongue
caressed his cherry under the thin hood. Now Eric's
fingers stripped back the long foreskin and Eric's
lips engulfed the hard red head.
	"That's really beautiful to watch," Frank whispered
in my ear as he hugged me close to him. Tommy's eyes
were closed now as Eric' worked his tongue and lips
over the hot hard cherry.
	"Any moment," I said. Eric wasn't as close as Tommy
was, but I thought that he'd be spurting pretty soon.
Now Tommy's hips bucked as he let out a sharp cry of
joyful agony, and we watched Eric's Adam's apple bob
as he swallowed Tommy's eruption. Tommy was grunting
loudly as the hot sensations raged within him, and his
hips thrust forward again, driving his prick deeper
into Eric's mouth.
 	"I felt your tip throb against mine," I whispered to
Frank.
	"I'm almost coming, but I think I can hold off a few
seconds," he replied. "Our heads are so swollen and
hard." Tommy's orgasm was running its course, filling
Eric's mouth with sperm, but now Tommy's hips had
stopped bucking, although his eyes were still screwed
shut tightly and his face was red. The mind-numbing
fire within him had slowed the movements of his
fingers along Eric's prick, keeping him poised on the
edge.
	Tommy opened his eyes as his body relaxed, saying:
	"Man you made me spunk again." Eric was wordless, and
Tommy began attacking Eric's prick with a fury that
made Eric howl and close his eyes tightly. Eric's
purple mushroom was glistening as Tommy's fingers
bumped the foreskin over its rim and continued onward,
caressing the naked glans and its many nerve endings.
	"He's digging his finger into the groove under the
head," Frank observed to me as we watched the erotic
spectacle.
	"OOWWWW!" Eric howled as the fury of his orgasm
overtook him. He threw his head back as his prick spat
a thick creamy rope into Tommy's face. Tommy opened
his mouth as he kept stroking Eric's shaft and naked
mushroom, sending messages of joy into Eric's
convulsing cock-root.
	Eric cried out again as he felt the tightness of
Tommy's lips engulfing his sensitive mushroom, and his
hips bucked hard. Tommy swallowed quickly, and then
again, as Eric pumped another hot load into his mouth.
Eric's moans filled the room, and it was hard not to
release our orgasms as we listened to the cries of
excitement and watched Eric's hot climax.
	"I think it's almost over," Frank said as I felt his
fingers tighten on our pricks. He bucked his hips,
driving his hard dome into mine as he worked his
fingers around our helmets.
	"I can't hold out any more, Frank," I said as my eyes
closed. "Finish us off!" Frank cried out as I felt his
helmet's dome throb hard against mine. An instant
after the throb I felt my orifice being distended by a
hot liquid jet driving into it, plunging half-way down
my shaft and triggering my orgasm. Our holes had been
perfectly aligned for one magic moment, and Frank has
shot his load right down my hole. I cried out as I
felt the first hard convulsion in my cock-root, and a
split-second later a torrent of cream surged up my
prick, driving Frank's juice before it, and splashed
out the end of my helmet onto his.
	Frank howled loudly and I felt his hot torrent
splashing onto the front dome of my helmet. My next
jet boiled up out of my cock-root in counterpoint to
his rhythm, coating the front of his cock-head, and
flowing onto his fingers.
	We held on to each other tightly, as the sensations
and contractions were so intense our knees almost
buckled. Our pricks continued to shoot, wetting each
other thoroughly, and the excess dripped onto the
tiled floor.
	"Nice show, guys," I heard a voice say as Frank and I
finished. I opened my eyes to see Eric and Tommy
looking up at us. As they sat, ours pricks were at
about their eye level, and they were getting a good
show. Frank and I had finished shooting, and we
watched and felt our pricks subsiding as we continued
to stand facing each other.
	"You really came hard," Frank said to me, provoking a
puzzled look from Tommy, who had been listening
intently. I recalled that "came" was not a 19th
Century term.
	"You know what happened, Frank?" I asked. "When you
shot, our heads were lined up just right, and your
stream shot right down my hole."
	"That's terrific," he said. "That must have felt
really hot."
	"It did," I confirmed. "Feeling your hot stream
driving down inside my prick made me start to spunk
right then."
	"It must have happened because your hole opens up
into a teardrop shape, like mine," he said. "If you'd
had just a slit the jet wouldn't have gone in."
	"I think you're right," I replied. "Anyway, it was
hot for me." I wanted to say it felt as good as
docking, but Tommy and Eric had already heard one
anachronistic term this morning.
	We took turns in the bathroom, as there was not
enough space for all four of us in the shower, and in
any event Tommy and Eric were used to baths. They
shared the big tub, as they were physically smaller
than Frank and me, and while Frank and I cleaned up
the kitchen we thought we heard grunts and groans
coming from the bathroom. It was possible that Eric
was having his second orgasm of the day and Tommy his
third, as they turned each other on so perfectly.
	After they'd left, Frank and I climbed into bed to
rest and to talk.
	"I was wondering," I said. "We had terrific orgasms
this morning, with our pricks tip to tip. Maybe we
should try to dock one of these days."
	"I know I'd love that," he said. "I can think of one
problem, though."
	"I know, we've both got long foreskins but also big
tips. I don't think there's room inside mine for two
big helmets."
	"Have you ever docked?" he asked.
	"No, I haven't had my foreskin that long. I'm sure
you haven't either."
	"No, not even back then, before I came here. There
weren't many guys with foreskins back then, and then
the few I'd made it with told me that my tip was too
big to fit inside their hoods."
	"The same thing happened to me back then," I added.
"I did meet some uncut guys, but not one with a long
enough foreskin to take me."
	"We'll have lots of time to work out something,"
Frank said. That suggested that he had already decided
to remain in 1880. I wanted to hear him say it,
though.
	"Now that you've met a couple of my foreskin buddies,
what do you think?" I asked.
	"It's pretty clear. I don't want to go back to the
21st Century. It's hell there." Frank shook his head
as he said this.
	"Well, staying here won't be a problem. I've got
enough room. You can sleep with me, if you want, or
use the other bedroom."
	"With you!" he said emphatically. "However, what
about our supply of antibiotics? It won't last
forever, no matter how careful we are. These drugs get
outdated, anyway, and they're no good after a few
years."
	"You brought a good supply with you, I know," I said.
	"Hell, yeah! Besides the kit they gave me I stuffed a
few vials in my pockets before going through the time
portal. I didn't know what to expect here."
	"We still have the expiration dates to worry about,"
I said. "Until then, we're safe against anything these
guys may have caught. Do you really think they might
have something?"
	"No, I don't. I looked at them pretty carefully and I
didn't see any sores on their pricks. Remember, I even
skinned them back, and I would have seen it if it were
on the glans or the inside of the foreskin."
	"Why worry, then?" he asked.
	"Because even if they don't have anything now, they
might catch something in the future. Also, syphilis
has a dormant stage, with no sores or other symptoms.
The only sure way to tell is a blood test, and that
hasn't been invented yet."
	"I think I understand what you're getting at," Frank
said reflectively.
	"You're right. I think that you and I are gonna have
to be monogamous, sooner or later. That's the only
safe way."
	"Well, I can tell you right now, I won't have any
problem being monogamous with a hot guy like you," he
said.
	"I feel the same way, Frank. You and I click very
well together, and I can't think of anyone else I'd
want for a life partner." I hugged him close to me,
planting a dry kiss on his lips.


The End of Part 6