Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 07:21:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: All in Good Time, Part 9, M/M, Con, Sci=Fi, 9/10

All in Good Time, Part 9
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.
	Weeks later, Frank arrived on my scene, He was a gay
FBI agent sent into the past to investigate and, if
necessary, arrest me. He quickly decided to join me
rather than return to the future where he'd revert to
being circumcised and persecuted for being gay.
	Shortly after Frank's arrival, we encountered another
FBI tracker from the future, Matt, who had been
surgically implanted with a chip to enable the project
staff to monitor his location. Neither Matt nor his
superiors at the project were aware that all surgery
disappeared upon return to the past, and we were able
to dispose of Matt quickly and easily, thus negating
the threat. When we went to gather Matt's belongings
from his hotel, we were followed by Terry, who had
been pressed into service by the project as Matt's
"gofer." Terry was eager to join us, as he was
delighted that he'd regained his foreskin, which had
been amputated without his knowledge or consent during
surgery for a compound fracture when he was 13.

	The characters so far:
	Myself, Jack, age 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. Eric has a passion for
cock-cheese.
	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.
Frank, age 35, my height, over six inches hard, with
low hangers, shapely  helmet and long foreskin
restored by time travel, as he's from my own time.
Terry, age 25, 5'10", another time traveler. He had
brown hair and eyes, and a 6" prick had with a very
long time-restored foreskin that he treasured because
his original one had been amputated when he was 13.


Part 9:
	Saturday morning we got up early, as we were
expecting Eric's arrival, and ate a quick breakfast.
The night before Terry had docked both Frank and me, a
tight fit in his narrow foreskin, which was barely
able to stretch to accommodate our big helmets. We'd
shot our copious loads into Terry's long hood, bathing
is glans with the hot liquid, and then Frank had tied
a string snugly around the end of Terry's foreskin to
retain the liquids. We knew that this would be a
tremendous turn-on for Eric, who had an addiction to
foreskin secretions.
	We'd watched Terry pee that morning, as Frank coached
him on how to let his fluid out while retaining as
much of the accumulated cheese and cream as possible:
	"That's it, Terry, just skin back enough so that your
slit shows," he prompted. "Keep your fingers around it
so that the stuff doesn't leak out." Terry's flow
began, gushing into the sink, while a couple of small
drops of whitish secretion dripped from the bottom of
the foreskin's rim. Once he'd finished, Terry brought
his hood forward, where the overhang extended almost
two inches beyond the bell shaped glans, and Frank
tied the end with a string. He was careful not to tie
it too tightly because he didn't want to cut off the
circulation.
	We didn't bother getting dressed because we'd just
have to strip down when Eric arrived. Instead, we sat
naked around the warm kitchen as the heat from the
stove kept it toasty-warm. We drank coffee after
breakfast, enjoying the rich flavor of the freshly
ground beans. We had no Mr. Coffee, and so I'd had to
make it in an old-fashioned porcelain type coffee
brewer. The smell of the coffee was accentuated by the
lovely masculine odor that wafted from the end of
Terry's prick. Even though the end of his foreskin was
tied off, moisture leaked through the thin pucker, to
deliver the delicious scent.
	Terry was still concerned over what had happened to
Matt, the FBI tracker who had accompanied him on his
trip back through the years.
	"It sounds like one of those early cheap Hollywood
films, Terry, but Matt had an unfortunate accident,"
Frank said to him. "I'm sure he won't be bothering us
again."
	A knock at the door interrupted our talk, and when I
went to answer it I found Eric with another guy about
his age, whom he introduced as Gary. They entered and
stripped down immediately. My eyes were on Gary, whose
muscular build showed that he was a manual laborer.
When he dropped his underwear, my eyes feasted on a
long-foreskinned prick with a generous bulge at the
end just before the foreskin closed down in a thick
pucker.
	"I hope you don't mind my bringing Gary," Eric began.
"I've known him a few years and we both love
cock-cheese."
	"Not at all," I answered. I then made the
introductions, pointing out Terry as the one who had
accumulated a lot of secretions under his hood. "The
rest of us were careful not to wash because we know
what you like, but Terry made a special effort. I
think he's the champion cheese maker because he's got
so much skin," I added. I noticed Gary looking acidly
at Terry's prick, which was hanging down with the long
tied-off foreskin dangling at the end. Eric noticed
this as well, and said:
	"Would it be okay if Gary got first crack at Terry's
skin? I don't want to be selfish."
	"I don't mind if it's okay with Terry," I replied.
Terry nodded and Gary moved over to get to his knees
in front of Terry's chair, while I got out extra cups
and poured coffee for all.
	"That's a really long skin," Gary said as he picked
up Terry's prick between two fingers and observed how
the foreskin overhang dangled vertically beyond the
head. He brought the end close to his mouth and
grasped the end of the string between two fingers,
pulling slowly to undo the knot. As the string fell
away, a large dollop of white slowly oozed from the
end of Terry's fleshy tube onto Gary's tongue.
	"He's been saving that up for a few days," Frank
remarked to the group. The odors of chlorine, ammonia,
and that special male perfume reached our nostrils,
although we knew that Gary was getting the full force
of the aroma. Gary rolled the mixture around on his
tongue, swallowed, and then pushed his tongue into the
end of Terry's fleshy tube.
	"He doesn't want to waste a drop," Eric remarked, as
he began gently stroking his swelling prick. We were
all becoming aroused watching Gary handling Terry's
generous foreskin and lapping at its precious
contents. Sitting next to Frank, I reached for his
manhood, sliding his foreskin in short jiggles over
his swollen helmet. Eric pulled a chair over to sit
next to me and I felt his fingers in my lap, first
cupping my balls and then working their way up my
shaft.
	Gary's tongue was now deep inside Terry's hood,
sampling the tasty creamy mixture, a combination of
cheese, semen, and a few drops of urine, that had
gathered during the last few days. Gary swallowed
repeatedly, savoring every drop. We watched,
fascinated, at the effect this was having on him.
Gary's prick had become stiff, although he hadn't
touched it at all. Now it stood at 90 degrees from his
body, and the outline of his big helmet shaped head
was clearly visible through the thick foreskin that
covered it even with erection.
	"Gary's dick's a lot like yours and mine," Frank
observed.
	"His slit's a lot different from yours," Eric said.
"Wait till you see it." Eric's fingers were expertly
stroking my prick, grasping it at the end with thumb
on top of my ridge and two fingers under the head,
massaging both my rim and hot spot with my foreskin as
his fingers slid along my vee-groove. I reached for
his prick with my left hand, grasping it the same way,
certain that he'd enjoy this style of stroking as
well. Eric's thin foreskin slid easily, as his
cock-eye was already weeping, lubricating the head and
hood copiously.
	"Good thing Gary's got a long tongue," said Frank,
who had been watching the scene with rapt attention.
An air of excitement filled the kitchen, affecting us
all. Both Frank and Gary's scrotums had already drawn
up tightly against their bodies, and Eric's was
contracting rapidly. Mine was normally tight.
	Terry was the most affected of all, because of the
attention Gary was lavishing on his prick. His balls
were snug against his body as he slid his hips forward
to offer his prick to Gary, whose tongue was circling
his bell-shaped glans under the foreskin.
	"Terry's dick's starting to jerk," Eric said.
	"It's pretty sensitive, like yours," I replied. "He
hasn't had it uncovered for days." Gary was working
his tongue around inside Terry's hood, careful not to
lose a drop of the precious mixture. However, his
prick was dripping clear fluid onto the floor, an
indication of his excitement.
	"Now his tongue's really deep inside," Frank stated.
"Terry's rim must be gettin' the full treatment. I
could see that Gary was working his thick tongue
around the rim of Terry's glans, circling it
completely and withdrawing it slightly when he reached
the underside to clear Terry's gee-string.
	"I think I got it all," Gary said as he drew back,
licking his lips.
	"That must have tasted good," Eric said.
	"It tasted like ripe cheese," countered Gary, who was
now slowly pulled down on Terry's shaft skin. We
watched as the thin fleshy shroud slipped backward and
the front dome of Terry's head appeared, red and
glossy. Gary tickled Terry's slit with his tongue-tip
as he continued baring the head.
	"The head's shaped like a bell," commented Eric as
Terry's foreskin slid back behind the glans. "It's as
red as  Tommy's." Tommy was one of Eric's companions,
with a cherry head under a very long foreskin.
	"It's as sensitive as Tommy's," I added.
	"Guys with long skins have really sensitive heads,"
Eric said. "You can tell because they're red, not
purple like ours." Now Gary had Terr
y's skin drawn back all the way, baring not only the
rim but the groove behind it.
	"I tasted his cheese, and now I want his spunk," Gary
announced. We'd briefed Terry on the 19th Century
terms we'd heard, and he didn't seem surprised at the
words. Gary circled Terry's rim with his tongue-tip,
and with the skin retracted we all watched its
progress down one side and up the other, caressing
both the corona and the groove behind it as terry
sighed with delight.
	"The tip's gettin' darker," Frank observed. "I don't
know how long Terry can hold out." We could see the
tension in Terry's body as his hands gripped the seat
of his chair tightly.
	"I'm gonna work on the bottom of the head," Gary
announced as he paused momentarily. "With a hot
dick-tip like this one, I'll make him spend fast." He
bent forward again and we saw his tongue-tip slip
under Terry's glans, vibrating as it strummed the
tender gee-string.
	Terry had been sighing but now his breathing became
ragged as he began to grunt at the intense sensations.
We saw the tension build in his body, and his chest
heaved slightly.
	"HUNH-HUNH-HUNH!" he began as each flick of Gary's
tongue against his tight gee-string made his prick
jerk. Now Terry's legs began trembling as the pent-up
excitement sought an outlet. Gary pulled harder on the
shaft skin, and we saw Terry's bell end dip down
towards his balls as the gee-string tightened. Clear
fluid oozed steadily from his distended slit down onto
Gary's tongue. The glans was dark red, straining with
the excitement, and now Terry's eyes closed.
	"HUNH-HUNH-HUNHHH!" Terry grunted as the sensations
in his naked tip peaked. His stomach muscles visibly
contracted as he went over the edge, and we heard him
bellow "HHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUNNNNNHHHH!" as a creamy white
jet erupted from his slit to fall onto Gary's waiting
tongue. Gary opened his mouth wider as Terry's
straining red tip shot again, sending another rope of
fluid into the back of his mouth. I felt Eric's
fingers tighten on my prick as he became caught up in
the excitement of Terry's orgasm. The chlorine odor of
Terry's discharge hit our nostrils.
	Terry groaned loudly in joyful agony as his third
stream poured from his slit, slamming through the lips
and shooting into Gary's waiting mouth. I felt a
tickle deep in my cock-root and knew that the
vicarious thrill of watching the orgasm was reaching
me, too. I normally seep very little natural lube, but
this time I was very aroused by the display.
	Terry's face was flushed and his entire body
shuddered as his prick poured its fourth load into
Gary's mouth. Now Gary stopped flicking his tongue and
just held Terry's prick with the skin still tightly
drawn back, waiting for the rest of the discharges.
	Shorter streams of cream poured from Terry's slit as
he finished draining himself. His loud groans
subsided, and the gushes became a slow dribble. Gary's
fingers relented on Terry's shaft, and the bell head
came up to its normal position. Gary slipped a finger
of his left hand behind Terry's tight sac, pressing in
to milk the liquid forward. Now he concentrated on the
shaft, pressing two fingers into the underside and
allowing the foreskin to slip forward almost to the
end of the glans. His tongue lapped the precious drops
oozing from the slit, and when he'd gotten it all he
drew the long foreskin forward over the softening
head.
	There was a pool of clear liquid on the floor under
where Gary had knelt, evidence of his acute arousal.
He turned to Eric and me, his rock-hard erection
pointing at us.
	Gary's really ready for it now," Eric said as he
released my prick. He got up and Gary took his chair.
Eric knelt between his outstretched legs.
	"I'd better do him," Eric explained to me. "I know
exactly what he needs. He's a little different from
you." Eric's fingers grasped Gary's prick around the
big bulge in his foreskin and slowly drew it back to
reveal a big purple helmet, somewhat like mine and
Frank's. Gary's prick was a bit over six niches to the
end of the glans, and the flaring rim stood out above
the bunched foreskin collar behind it. The odor of wet
foreskin and glans hit my nostrils, and I inhaled
deeply of his rich masculine scent.
	"Look at his slit," Eric said, and I directed my eyes
to the front dome of Gary's helmet. Gary had the
longest slit I'd ever seen, beginning in the very
center of the dome and running down almost to the
vee-groove, over half and inch in length. "When he
spends, you'll see that he doesn't squirt like the
rest of us, it just pours out."
	"Gary likes it when I stick my finger inside," Eric
explained as he steadied Gary's prick with his left
hand and inserted his little finger to the first joint
into Gary's well-lubricated slit. The lips distended
as Eric pushed his finger inside, probing for the
nerve endings.
	"Can I cup his balls?" I asked, wanting to help.
	"Go ahead, he'll like it, won't you, Gary?" Eric
answered, and Gary nodded assent. I slipped my fingers
under the tight sac and clasped it gently. Meanwhile,
Eric shifted his grip, bringing his thumb onto Gary's
flaring rim at the top and pressing two fingers into
the vee-groove under the head. Gary's swollen glans
was well-lubricated, and Eric began a slight back and
forth movement, massaging the rim and the gee-string.
Gary shuddered with a deep sigh of satisfaction at the
dual sensations.
	"He likes it this way because I'm squeezing his hot
spot, with my pinkly inside and my fingers outside."
Eric continued gently caressing Gary's tender tip,
which quickly turned darker as he sighed in delight.
Clear ooze emerged between Eric's finger and the
distended lips of the slit, and Eric massaged the
lubricant into the bottom of the head, working it into
the vee-groove and the sensitive strip of flesh it
contained.
	I noticed that Terry had roused himself from his
torpor and was watching the scene avidly, as was Frank
to my right. I'd let go of Frank's prick to turn my
attention to Gary, and Frank was slowly massaging his
hood over the engorged head, revealing about half of
it with each backstroke.
	Gary's breathing deepened and he gripped the sides of
the chair seat as tension mounted in his body. I
slowly and gently kneaded his balls to add to his
sensations as Eric continued to massage his flaring
rim and gee-string. Now Eric twisted his pinkly
slightly inside Gary's hole, and Gary shuddered hard.
His legs stiffened and he slid slightly forward on the
chair, offering his prick and balls for stimulation.
	"Hunnnhhh," he moaned as the sensations took over his
consciousness. I saw his jaw clench and his stomach
muscles ripple with tension.
	"Just try to relax," I murmured, as Eric pulled back
harder on Gary's skin. I noticed a few flecks of white
on the back face of his corona as it came into view,
and the sharp odor from his prick intensified.
	"That's a beautiful head," Frank observed. "He's got
a thick rim like us and his slit's really big." Frank,
like me, appreciated the masculine beauty of a shapely
cock-head.
	"I can feel the rim getting harder," Eric said to us.
I noticed that the sheen of Gary's helmet had turned
into a high gloss, proof that it was utterly
distended. His breathing was becoming ragged, and he
was gasping.
	Hunh-hunh-hunh," Gary huffed, grunting softly as the
sensations mounted.
	"How are you doing?" I asked as I shifted my hold on
his sac, now grasping the skin at the bottom.
	"Hunh, okay," he grunted, nodding his head.
	"I'm gonna tug on the skin of your balls," I
explained, wanting him to know what I was doing. "It's
gonna make you feel good."
	I saw Gary closing his eyes, surrendering to the
waves of sensation, and knew that he'd be loosing his
sperm within seconds. Eric's fingers continued their
maddening stimulation of Gary's corona and frenulum,
with his little finger massaging it from the inside as
well.
	"Gonna keep your finger in there when he spunks?"
Frank asked.
	"That's right. His tube's gonna stretch when he
spends, and that's gonna make him really howl loud."
Eric's prognostication sounded very interesting, and I
was eager to see Gary descend into orgasm, overwhelmed
by the massive sensations. I was now tugging gently at
the skin of his sac, adding fuel to the fire, and
waiting momentarily for the explosion. I felt a throb
in the skin as Gary threw his head back.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUUUUNNNNH!" he howled as the first
shock of orgasm hit him. His helmet jerked visibly in
Eric's fingers and he lifted his hips from the chair.
A slight ooze of cream seeped from between Eric's
finger and the lips of his slit. Gary's body jerked
again, and I leaned close and saw the pulse that was
visible in the tube under his shaft. His hard cries
filled the room, howls of agony mixed with ecstasy, as
a third contraction gripped him and poured more fluid
into his distended tube.
	"He's gettin' sensitive, now watch," Eric said as he
released Gary's prick and withdrew his finger. A thick
gush of chlorine-scented cream poured from the long
slit, and Eric caught most of it in his palm. Gary's
prick, now standing alone, jerked upward as it shot
again, the rush of cream distending the slit as it
poured slowly through its lips. Eric brought his palm
up to his mouth, tasting Gary's ejaculate, as he put
his other palm under the head to catch the rest.
	Gary continued to howl, although the pressure in his
prick had been released and the stream was running
free. His gushes were weaker, though, and soon slowed
to a dribble. His helmet was still dark purple, but
the lips of his slit were reddish, still gaping from
the fluid that continued seeping between them. Now
Eric leaned forward and his tongue swiped up along the
drooling slit, bringing a loud cry from Gary.
	"He's really sensitive," Eric said, "but I couldn't
let that spunk go to waste." Gary's prick was still
jerking up and down slightly with the weakening
contractions in his cock-root, and soon was still.
	"Damn, I nearly spunked watching that," Frank
commented. "He didn't shoot jets, but what a heavy
load." His excitement was clearly visible in the clear
viscous fluid that was pouring from his
foreskin-covered head and running down his shaft and
fingers. I noticed a drop leaking from my foreskin
pucker, ready to fall to the floor, and I quickly
jacked my foreskin a couple of times to spread it
evenly over my helmet.
	"That was beautiful," Terry said. He'd been watching
from his chair, and had appreciated the spectacle. His
prick was now limp, and his scrotum had relaxed.
Frank, on the other hand, was very hot, and Eric noted
this:
	"I think you need to spend next," he said, crawling
over to Frank's chair. He gently clasped Frank's prick
at the end, slowly uncovering the big purple helmet,
and I smelled the familiar male odor from his newly
bared glans.
	"It feels good when I go slowly, doesn't it?" Eric
asked. "I know how good it feels when the skin
stretches over the big end." Frank moaned, and a thin
spurt of clear lube erupted from the teardrop shaped
hole at the end, running down the glans and over his
retracted skin ring. It continued down over Eric's
fingers. I knew Frank needed the sensations, and I
reached between his spread thighs and cupped his now
tight sac.
	"I'm gonna try to go slow with him," Eric explained.
"It's nice to spend fast, but the longer it takes, the
harder it is when he finally spends. I'll work him up
slowly." He changed his grip, holding Frank's staff
with his left hand while using his right index finger
to trace the contour of the flaring rim.
	"That's not too hard for you, is it?" he asked Frank.

	"No, I don't think you'll have me spending too soon,"
Frank replied. "Just take it nice and easy." Frank's
prick was very hard, the veins standing out on his
shaft, and the straining head was already dark purple.
Eric removes his finger and after a few seconds,
lightly touched the gee-string, following it down from
the apex of the vee-groove to where it blended into
the foreskin.
	"I'll stop again," he said. "I don't want him to get
too hot. He's already almost there, with that big head
so swollen. It's really hard where I touched it." Now
he wiped his fingertip across Frank's clearly defined
teardrop orifice, making Frank shudder in response,
and paused again. Another clear drop oozed from the
distended hole.
	"Ahhhhh," sighed Frank, awestruck by the delicate
sensations. I knew how he felt, his attention
withdrawing from the outside world and focusing on the
delicious sensations in his prick. I kept my fingers
cupping his balls, without moving, because I didn't
want to add to his excitement. I did press my
fingertips lightly into the skin behind his sac, so
that I'd feel the pulses when he began to come.
	Eric kept his grip on the shaft, exerting just enough
tension to keep the glans bare for his gaze and touch,
avoiding tension on the gee-string, which would propel
Frank over the edge very quickly at this stage. Now he
worked his finger around the thick fleshy ring behind
the rim, caressing its nerve endings in light, teasing
touches. Frank moaned softly, and his prick twitched
slightly. Eric paused again.
	"I can keep him here for a long time," he said. "If I
don't let him spend he'll get soft after awhile."
	"Are you going to let him get soft, and then start
again?" I asked.
	"No, I don't think so. He wouldn't spend any harder
if I did that. I'm just gonna keep him hard, ready to
spunk, for a few more minutes."
	"You've really got him leaking," Terry commented, as
he'd been avidly watching Eric's technique.
	"He's also got a little cheese behind the rim, and
you know how I like that," Eric said as he bowed his
head and licked the flaring rim down one side. Now he
paused for a few seconds and slipped his tongue under
the head, licking the sides of the vee-shaped groove
to catch all the flavor. Frank's prick twitched again.
	"I'll get it all, one step at a time," he said,
pausing. After a few seconds, he worked his tongue up
the other side, and probed deeply into the groove
behind the flaring purple rim.
	"Frank's really excited," I said as his prick
twitched again.
	"The head's so swollen the back side of his rim's
almost black," Eric commented. "I could make him spend
right now, but I'll give him another couple of
minutes." Now he flicked his tongue across Frank's
teardrop hole, licking away the large clear drop that
had appeared to fill the orifice. Again, Frank's prick
twitched in response. I felt the mild throb in the
skin behind his sac.
	"I like the taste of his cheese and also his juice,"
Eric said as he licked again at the straining glans,
this time caressing the broad upper surface.
	"You're pretty excited too," I said, pointing to the
drips of fluid on the floor. Eric's prick had been
leaking steadily, and there were two pools of liquid,
one in front of Frank and the other in front of Gary,
who was recovering from the shock to his system and
watching Eric's technique.
	"He'll probably squirt a lot," Gary said, "since his
hole's smaller than mine. I never saw one that shape
before."
	"You'll see another when I do Jack," Eric commented.
"Their dicks are almost twins."
	"Want me to make you spend when Frank does?" I asked.
"I think I can make you start just when he finishes."
Eric's prick was hard and obviously straining, and I
knew he was ready.
	"That would be nice, but make sure you don't make me
spend too fast," he replied. "I've got to make sure
Frank goes first." I reached down and grasped Eric's
prick by the end, sliding the thin foreskin in short
jiggles over his rim. His foreskin was fairly short,
and came only half-way up the head now that he was
hard. More juice flowed from Eric's slit, and my
fingers were slipping over his foreskin.
	I felt Gary's thumb and index fingers clasping my
helmet through my covering skin, giving it short
squeezes.
	"That feel good?" he asked.
	"That feels wonderful," I said as my cock-root
contract in reflex to every squeeze. Gary paused.
	"I'll be careful, now," he said. "I don't want to
make you spunk before they're finished.
	"Frank's eyes just closed," Eric said. "I think he's
ready." He resumed the light, teasing touches with his
fingertip, caressing the high flaring rim down each
side, and then flicking his fingertip against the
gee-string. Frank's cock-root throbbed lightly and he
moaned. His face was flushed both from the excitement
and the effort of staying relaxed, which he knew would
prolong his build-up. Eric paused again.
	"I'll keep touching him like this until he starts to
spend," he explained to me. "Then I'll wrap my fingers
around his tip and give him a couple of jerks to make
sure he spends properly. I knew his tip gets too
sensitive like ours do, so then I'll stop, but I'll
keep his skin pulled tight."
	"When he starts, I'll pull your skin back and work on
the head," I said. "That should start you off too."
	"Do that," Eric agreed. "Now I'll start working him
up so that he spends." He ran a fingertip around the
rim again, down one side, and then tapped it against
Frank's vee-groove. Now he tapped it against Frank's
teardrop hole, and we heard Frank begin to moan.
	"Ah-ah-ah," he moaned, the volume rising as Eric kept
tapping his glans in different spots. Now Eric swept
his fingers down to the vee-groove and pressed harder
as he strummed it side to side.
	"AH-HAH-HAH!" Frank yelped, and I felt the hard throb
of his cock-root in my fingertips. The first jet
erupted from his straining glans straight into Eric's
waiting mouth as Eric formed a ring with his thumb and
forefinger and began to stroke the glans hard.
	Eric's fingers came up to bump the rim when Frank
cried out again and his prick sent another hot jet
into Eric's mouth. Now Eric's fingers were twisting
around Frank's rim, adding to the sensations, and I
gripped Eric's prick tightly to force the hood back.
	"HAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Frank cried, torn between agony
and ecstasy as his prick throbbed again, sending
another hot jet into Eric's mouth. Eric's eyes closed
and his lips kissed the front dome of Frank's helmet
as his prick exploded. Eric moaned loudly as my
fingers encircled his glans, stroking and twisting
hard, to heighten his orgasm. He kept his mouth
closed, just sucking in Frank's juice.
	Fortunately, Eric had let go of me as his climax had
begun wracking his body, or he would have drawn the
orgasm from me, as the sight, feel, and sounds of two
hot men getting their rocks off at the same time was
very arousing. Eric's prick kept shooting, his hot
throbbing glans slippery in my fingers. I inhaled
deeply of the delicious musk and chlorine aroma,
finding it so highly erotic that my prick twitched a
couple of times.
	Frank's prick was still twitching hard, dumping his
load into Eric's mouth. His face was flushed and he
was moaning loudly, but less frantically as before.
The hot fury of Eric's orgasm was still in full swing,
and Terry slid over to lie on the floor and catch
Eric's ejaculations in his open mouth.
	Frank's spasms began to taper off, and a few seconds
later Eric's jets became dribbles. It was becoming
quiet in the kitchen now that their loads were mostly
discharged, and they became still, exhausted by the
hard contractions that had wracked their bodies.
	Frank was the first to open his eyes, and seemed
surprised that Eric's lips were still wrapped around
his softening helmet. He said weakly:
	"That was hot! I still can't believe it."
	"That long build-up made it hotter for your," I said.
"Your body had lots of time to get ready, and by the
time Eric let you cream, you really needed to unload."
Terry looked up at me, puzzled by the unfamiliar
expression I'd just used.
	"We spent some time in the New Mexico Territory," I
explained. "They use different words for some things
out there."
	"Did you see Billy the Kid?" Terry asked, a look of
interest in his eyes.
	"No, we were in Santa Fe, far from Lincoln, where
Billy got into trouble," I replied.
	Eric was now rousing himself, and looked up a me. He
smiled, and I knew he was looking forward to doing me
next.
	"Jack, you've been hard for almost an hour now. You
look like you need some help." His fingers closed
around my prick, sliding my foreskin back and forth in
short light strokes.
	"That feels good," I said. "Your fingers always feel
good around my prick." He sat in front of me, and I
spread my legs to give him full access.
	"I want to see your big head," he said as he slowly
pushed the foreskin down off the swollen helmet while
Frank and Terry watched. Gary was off to the side,
also watching.
	"You're nice and wet, Jack, but not wet enough for
what I want to do." He reached down to dip his
fingertips into the pools of cool sperm on the tile
floor and brought them up to my bare head, gently
massaging the thick liquid into the sensitive surface.
	"I'll use a light touch, like I did on Frank. That
did it for him, and I think it'll work on you." His
fingertips ran lightly around my rim, producing a
light tickle as they caressed the sensitive nerve
endings.
	"I'm just gonna hold your skin back, to let me touch
the whole head," he said as he maintained his hold on
the thick fleshy collar that encircled my corona.
	"I don't think Jack's gonna last long," Frank said.
"Look at how swollen the head is." Eric's expert
fingers moved sideways over the broad upper surface of
my helmet,  sending thrills into the nerve endings.
	"I'll make sure he does," Eric said as he paused.
"I'm in no hurry, and I think he's patient enough to
wait."
	"Do what you want, Eric," I said. "I know I'm in good
hands. Frank's fingers eased under my scrotum, cupping
me, and I tried to relax and enjoy the ride. Now
Eric's fingers gently probed the vee-groove under my
glans, lightly caressing my gee-string, and I felt my
prick twitch in response.
	"That did something to you," he said. "Now I'll give
you a rest for a few seconds." He removed his fingers,
but still held my prick behind the neck to keep the
foreskin drawn back, perhaps having forgotten that it
locks behind the high ridge.
	"Feel that?" Frank said as he began to knead my sac
gently, and I felt my balls sliding in their sac,
heightening my sensations.
	"Now let's see about that hole," Eric said as he
swiped a fingertip across my teardrop shaped orifice.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
	I nodded, and he swiped his finger across my hole
again, and again my prick twitched.
	"The head's so shiny," commented Gary.
	"I can feel it gettin' harder when I touch it," Eric
responded, sweeping several fingertips across the
broad upper surface.
	"Try to stay relaxed, Jack," said Frank, and I felt
the tension building inexorably in my body. I spread
my legs farther, and involuntarily slid my hips
forward, unconsciously offering my prick and balls to
Eric and Frank to touch as they desired.
	"The head's really hard now, and I think it just got
darker," Eric commented. I felt the tension building,
and a feeling of helplessness came over me. I wwas all
theirs, and enjoying it.
	"Let's stop for a second while I tell you what I'm
gonna do next," Eric said. "I'm still holding on to
your dick, but I'll be pulling the skin back so I can
get at the back of your rim. I know you're real
sensitive there, like me and Frank." His fingers
tightened slightly as they moved down my shaft,
dragging my thick fleshy collar with them. I moaned at
the delicious stretchy sensation, and saw Eric smile
up me in satisfaction.
	"That tip looks beautiful," commented Gary, who was
watching avidly as Eric delicately manipulated my
prick. "The hole's so different from mine. It's also
got those little bumps around the rim." Now Eric's
finger lightly caressed the back face of my corona,
hitting the protruding nerve endings Gary had
mentioned. I gripped the side of the seat at his
touch.
	"Now we're ready for the last step, Jack. "I'm gonna
make you spunk right now." His fingers pressed harder
around my rim, his thumb flicking over the flare on
top to send hot sparks of sensation stabbing deep into
my helmet. The tickling feeling was changing into the
familiar hot tingle, and my eyes closed as I withdrew
from the world.
	"He's close, real close," Frank murmured as I became
totally absorbed in the hot sensations in my prick.
Eric's fingers caressed my straining glans in broad
strokes, constantly moving now.
	"UNNNHHHH," I moaned, still trying to stay relaxed,
but Eric's insistent fingers wouldn't let me relax as
they danced over my straining glans, and suddenly my
world exploded.
	"HUNNNNHHH!" I heard myself howl as the heavy
pounding began deep inside me, my cock-root
contracting to expel the first hot jet. The fluid
squirted into my tube, and seared its way up the
channel to erupt from the distended lips of my meatus.
	I threw my head back and howled again in joyful agony
as the second spasm wracked me, sending another gush
of hot lava up my prick. Eric's fingers continued
their maddening torture of my hot hard helmet, and I
felt myself dissolving as the rush of sensations
overwhelmed me. I floated away on a cloud of
sensations emanating from my prick and groin.
	I remember coming out of my daze and opening my eyes
to see Eric, Frank, Terry, and Gary looking down at
me. Eric bent forward to plant a kiss on my lips.
	"You really spunked this time," he said.
	"Your tip was like a firehose nozzle," Gary added.
	"You shot three feet into the air," Frank added.
"Eric was almost drowning trying to drink it."
	"I felt your tip throbbing so hard..." Eric said.
	"I felt each pulse behind your balls," Frank added.
	I slowly came out of my stupor, feeling the
relaxation creeping over my body, a feeling of
blissful satisfaction, contentment, and joy at having
shared such an experience with four hot guys.


The End of Part 9