Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 14:06:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Foreskin Envy, Part 2, Young Friends. Foreskin Envy, Part 2 By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com NOTE: Please donate to Nifty to help support this free site. Nifty needs our support to keep its quality stories coming. "Okay, you do that, now that you know how it all works. You'll see what coming is like when another guy comes. One thing, though: when I start to come don't stop stroking me. My dick doesn't get super-sensitive any more. Just keep going until I tell you to stop. It'll feel better for me if you continue sliding my skin while I'm coming, okay?" I nodded and sat up to grasp Clark's prick. I began sliding his foreskin up and down the purple helmet as I had before, sensing the tension building in him. His abdominal muscles tightened and his balls drew up against his body as he whispered: "Do it faster now." I increased my pace, watching his foreskin covering and uncovering his swollen purple helmet as I stroked. There was a certain beauty to his prick, and the sleeve of skin nature had given him, so convenient for stimulation. His breathing became rapid and shallow, as mine had, and his lips drew back from his teeth. Now he leaned back on his arms, staring at his swollen prick that I was stroking so quickly. A drop of clear liquid seeped out of his slit to lubricate his foreskin. "Faster," he moaned, and I picked up my pace, so that my encircling fingers became a blur, as his had. As I was unaccustomed to this, my arm was getting tired. Now he was moaning louder, and his hips lifted off the bed. Suddenly I felt a hard throb between my encircling fingers and heard him yelp loudly: "OH, OH, OH, OH!" as his eyes closed and his hips bucked, thrusting his hard throbbing prick deeper into my hand. I saw a jet of clear liquid shoot from his orifice to land on his abdomen, followed by another and another. Remembering his instruction, I continued stroking his prick to give him continuing sensations as his hood whipped up and down his throbbing helmet. His loud helpless cries filled the air as his prick continued to throb and more clear jets shot up from his slit. After about 20 or 30 seconds I heard him say: "Stop," and I removed my hand from his prick, which was still twitching visibly with the foreskin locked back behind his rim. He began to relax and his breathing slowed to normal. Awestruck, I watched his prick lose its stiffness and shrink, as mine had. Clark lay still for a couple of minutes, dazed from the explosion as I had been, until he opened his eyes. "Now you saw what happens when I come. He pointed to the pool of liquid on his abdomen. "That's what happens when I shoot. You had a dry come, but one of these days you'll be shooting like me. After a while, we'll be shooting cream, with sperm in it. That's what makes babies, as you might have heard in health class." "Is it too sensitive?" I asked. "Right. When I told you to stop it was becoming too sensitive. It isn't now." He pushed his foreskin down over his glans, completely enclosing it. "It's nice to have that skin," I said. "It works really well to make us come. I wonder how the cut guys do it, since they don't have that skin?" "They have to use baby oil or hand lotion," he said. "Our dicks have natural lube to make our skins slide easily." "Wow!" I said. "I'm glad I wasn't cut. You too." Clark nodded and said: "Cut guys are also less sensitive there than we are. I think they don't get as much feeling when they jerk off." "My father said something like that to the doctor who wanted to circumcise me when he set my broken arm. My dad was cut. Was yours?" "Yeah," Clark answered. "They did it to him when he was born and he never liked it. That's why he didn't let them cut me. I'm really glad he didn't. My mother was going to let them do it because so many of her friends had their boys cut but my father talked her out of it." "My mother was the same way," I said. "She thought it had to be done to all boys." "Well, we know better and we know jerking off is more fun with the foreskin." "We'll have to get together with my friend Jim," He proposed. "He's cut and it would be nice if all three of us jerked off together to compare." He followed up on this and a few days later we got together at Clark's house after school. We went to his bedroom and got naked. Jim was a few months older than Clark and his circumcised prick was bulkier, with a big mushroom naked at the end. "I'm glad you invited me," he told us. "I like watching uncut guys jerk off." Clark spread a large towel on his bed. "We enjoy comparing too," Clark replied as he handed Jim the bottle of his mother's hand lotion he'd borrowed. Jim squeezed the bottle, pouring a stream of lotion into the palm of his right hand. As he spread the lubricant over his swelling prick he asked Clark: "Can I jerk you with my left hand? I'd really love to jerk your uncut dick." Clark nodded and Jim clasped his prick to begin stroking. Clark wrapped his right hand around mine, working my foreskin in long slow strokes over my swelling erection. We sat on the bed in a circle, facing each other, eyes on each other's pricks. It took only seconds for us to get full-hard at our age, and now we were stroking in earnest, except for me. I asked Jim: "Is it all right if I jerk yours? I've seen a lot of cut pricks in school but never touched one." Jim put a shot of lotion in my right palm and I wrapped my fingers around his hard prick, feeling its warmth as I began stroking up and down. I felt Clark's fingers working faster now, and intense feelings building up in my prick. "Jack's cock is very sensitive," Clark told Jim. "He's gonna come any second." The urge to pee was starting in my tip, and my breathing became shallower and faster. "Does he shoot?" Jim asked. "Right now he just gets dry comes," Clark informed him. "Watch when it happens, though. It really hits him hard." My scrotum was tight, my prick very stiff, as the urge to pee became overwhelming. Unlike the first couple of times, though, I wasn't anxious, as I knew what to expect. When the first hard throb filled my prick I gasped and fell back on the bed, letting go of Jim's prick. I lay there helpless, as the intense sensations swept through my body. Clark had released my prick when he'd felt the first throb, and now I was writhing on the bed, my super-sensitive prick throbbing and twitching in orgasm. Several hard spasms wracked my body and then it was over. I heard Jim comment: "Holy cow, Clark, you were right. It just knocked him down when he came." "It was like that last time," Clark replied. "I think you'll be next," Jim told him. "I really like the way your skin works, sliding up and down your dick." I looked over and saw that he was still pumping Clark's foreskin rhythmically. I sat up and clasped Jim's prick again, sliding my fist up and down the lubricated shaft and glans. Clark's breathing was faster now, and I knew that he'd be squirting his liquid soon. "That skin works so nice on your dicks," Jim said. "I wish I hadn't been cut." I sympathized with him, as I knew that if it hadn't been for my father's insistence, I'd have a similar thick brown scar ring around my shaft. I'd always be grateful to my father for that. "My tip's starting to tickle," Clark whispered. "I get that tickle just before I come." Jim kept stroking him, skillfully and passionately, and I knew he was enjoying the friction I was applying to his turgid prick. Jim pulled Clark's foreskin all the way back hard. Now Clark cried out suddenly and I saw his body shudder as the first squirt of clear liquid shot from his helmet. Jim brought his foreskin up to enclose the tip and the next squirt ran down over Jim's fingers. He pulled down hard again, baring Clark's big purple tip as Clark released his next jet into the air. Clark's eyes were closed, but Jim's eyes were fixed on Clark's throbbing prick as he pumped it through orgasm. I kept stroking Jim's prick, giving him pleasant sensations as he brought Clark through his climax, and when Clark stopped gasping and yelping, Jim released his prick and his eyes dropped to his own. I continued stroking Jim's prick steadfastly, and soon Clark spoke: "That was hot, Jim. You really made me blast off." "I loved feeling your dick throb when I jerked you," Jim replied. "Mine throbs hard too." Clark nudged me and said: "Twist your hand around the head with each stroke," he told me. "That makes it hotter for him." I began twisting my fist around his mushroom on each upward stroke, and then twisting in the opposite direction as I started down again. "Yeah, that's it," Jim murmured as his eyes closed. I felt the tension building in his body as I kept stroking. Clark reached down and cupped Jim's balls in his hand, adding to the sensations. I worked Jim's prick faster now, and his breathing sped up. His prick seemed to swell a little more in my hand, and the tip darkened. A drop of clear fluid parted the lips of Jim's slit and blended with the film of lotion lubricating his prick. Suddenly Jim's head flew back and he yelped loudly as his prick throbbed hard in my hand as Clark's had, and a jet of slightly milky liquid shot from his hole onto the towel. "See?" Clark asked me. "He's making a little sperm already." Jim's prick throbbed again as I twisted my fist around his engorged glans, sending another long jet arcing through the air. Jim's breathing was hot and hard as the throes of orgasm gripped him, and his prick throbbed again between my fingers. "Ah, ah, ah," I heard him gasp as a couple of more throbs filled his prick, and then it was over. I held on to his prick, not stroking, feeling his erection soften and then subside. "Oh, that was nice," Jim said. "You really did a job on me. You never touched a cut cock before?" "No," I said. "This was my first time." "That twisting stroke on my tip really sent me off. I do that when I'm jerking off." "Clark told me about it," I said. "It was his idea." "Oh, yeah," Jim said. "He's done me before." Although I'd come only minutes before, I felt my prisk stirring again because of the sex talk. Jim noticed this and added: "You're getting hard again. Would you like me to use my mouth on you? I'd love to bring you off that way, because your dick's nice and clean." The suggestion fired me up, and without thinking my hand fell to my prick, stroking it. "You'll really enjoy your first blow job," Clark told me. Jim leaned over and I felt his lips wrapping around my foreskin nipple and then his fingers delicately pushing my hood back to bare my glans. My prick twitched as I felt his lips around my tender tip and my erection firmed up. Clark cupped my balls with his fingers, and I sighed with delight as both worked on me. "Like this?" Jim asked as his fingers held my hood back tightly, so that my glans and the groove behind it were exposed to his lips and tongue. I felt his tongue swiping back and forth across my pee-slit, adding to my sensations. "How does it feel?" Clark asked as his fingers kneaded my balls in their tight sac. "Ohhhh, gooood," I murmured, passively soaking up the sensations. "Jim won't even have to swallow because you have dry comes," Clark told me. "Some guys have trouble swallowing the juice, especially if you shoot a lot." Now Jim's tongue massaged my frenulum, the strip of super-sensitive tissue connecting my foreskin to the hot spot on the bottom of my glans, and I moaned loudly as the sensations rushed upon me. I felt the heat of Jim's mouth on my prick, and my erection quickly became super-hard, as it does when I'm about to come. "Do you feel like you have to pee yet?" Clark asked. "No," I replied. "It feels like a tickle in my tip, like you get." The tickle intensified as Jim's lips and tongue continued to work on my eager prick, and now my breathing was rapid and shallow as my excitement built. The tickle became almost too must to bear as my excitement crested, and then it exploded in my prick. As the first hard throb gripped my glans and shaft I heard Clark say: "Take your mouth off him, Jim. His cock's getting too sensitive now." He was right. I felt Jim remove his mouth, although his fingers still held my foreskin tightly back, and several hard throbs went through me, spreading over my body as well, as I cried out helplessly. "I can feel his dick throbbing," Jim said. I saw red stars in front of my eyes as I felt the delicious throbs along my glans and shaft, all the way down to the root. After a few more seconds of joyful agony, my orgasm was over. My prick was super-sensitive, and I couldn't touch it even to slip my foreskin protectively over the head. "Your tip was uncovered all the while you were coming, Jack," Clark said. "Now I can see there's a drop of come at your pee-hole." "It's clear, though," Jim added. "He's not making any sperm yet." "Give us a few more months, Jim," Clark replied. "We'll both start shooting sperm just like you." I saw that Clark's prick was now hard from the vicarious excitement of watching my orgasm, and Jim shifted over to him. The helmet bulged inside of the taut foreskin, and Jim grasped his hood, drawing it down off the glans as he'd done to me. Clark moaned loudly as Jim's hot lips engulfed his naked purple helmet, and his breathing sped up. He needed to come again. Not wanting to be left out, I cupped Clark's balls with my fingers. My excessive sensitivity had subsided, and my other hand pushed my foreskin forward to cover the glans. I watched, fascinated, as Jim expertly worked his lips over Clark's helmet, filling it with intense sensations. After a few more seconds of this, Clark said: "Oh, I'm getting that tickle." I guessed that Jim was also drilling Clark's pee-slit with his tongue, or maybe tickling his gee-string under the head. I felt the tension building in his body and then Clark howled loudly as his hips bucked, thrusting his prick deeper into Jim's mouth. Clark's eyes were closed as he threw his head back and his face contorted in the delicious agony of orgasm. Clark's cries filled the air and he writhed, and I knew his prick was throbbing powerfully, shooting jets of clear fluid into Jim's mouth. Jim swallowed effortlessly as he twisted his head on Clark's prick, giving him the same twisting motion on his glans as I'd given him with my fingers. Clark cried out several more times and then was still, supine on the bed, eyes still closed. After about a minute he opened his eyes and propped himself up on one elbow. "Want to go again?" he asked Jim, whose prick was half-hard. "Yeah, I think so, but my cock's not sensitive enough for a blow job." "I'll do you with my hand, then, but also something else," Clark replied. He left the room briefly, returning with an object in his hand. "This is my mother's vibrator," he explained. "It runs on batteries, and you'll get a real thrill out of it." He held out his right hand and Jim shot a squirt of lotion into the palm. Clark wrapped his fist around Jim's prick and began stroking, using the same twisting action I had. On each down-stroke, he touched the vibrator to the triangular groove under Jim's mushroom, making Jim grunt. "Good thing the doctor who cut you didn't take your gee-string too," he said. "That's a hot spot and hitting it with the vibrator will help you come." I felt the tension increasing in Jim's body as I kneaded his balls in their sac, and Clark kept applying the vibrator to Jim's gee-string with each down-stroke. Jim's mushroom darkened and his breathing increased as the magic moment neared. "You're close," Clark murmured as he stopped pumping Jim's prick, changing to a rapid twisting around his high ridge while keeping the vibrator pressed into Jim's hot spot. Jim grunted loudly as the combined sensations flowed into hs prick and then he yelped and threw his head back. The first jet of sperm shot from his tip onto the towel, followed by another and another as hs hips bucked. Two more streams followed and then the flow slowed to a dribble. "Well," I commented. "Circumcised or not, you had a really hot one." Note: For information on why circumcision is unnecessary and destructive contact: www.nocirc.org Continued in Part 3