Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2005 07:37:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jacking Video, Adult Friends, 1/1

Jacking Video
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I used to think that orgasm was always over quickly
for me, in maybe five seconds, until I got a camcorder
and used it to tape a masturbation session years ago.
When I played it back, I was surprised to see that my
orgasm, from first jet to last drop, had taken 44
seconds, according to the counter on the screen. This
was my first clue that the altered state of
consciousness brought on by orgasm also distorted
time.
When I mentioned this to Doug, whom I'd met in the
Club Stroke chat room, he was intrigued. We'd
cyber-jacked together in the room and intended to get
together next time he was in town. I'd also met Joe,
who lived in my own city, and who had a camcorder, in
that chat. Joe had said he'd be eager to tape a mutual
jack-off session if he could participate.
When I told him that Doug and I were uncut he became
even more eager. We arranged a date at my house and at
the appointed time Joe and Doug showed up on my
doorstep.
After hurried introductions, we went into my bedroom
and stripped down. I was happy that we'd described
ourselves accurately. Doug was 53, ten years younger
than I, with a muscular body that he kept in shape by
working out. He was slightly shorter than my 6' 2",
and I was gratified to see that his cock was covered
by a long foreskin. I saw that it formed a nipple
beyond the bulging glans, just like mine. Joe was 54,
about 5'8", thin, and circumcised like most Americans.
He'd told me that he'd wanted very much to feel a
foreskin over his tapered tip, and we'd agreed that
I'd dock him that day. Joe put his camcorder on a
tripod to cover the center of the king-size bed and I
spread towels before we climbed onto it.
Doug quickly grasped my foreskin end between thumb and
index finger, kneading and rolling it to arouse me. I
felt he preferred this technique on himself, so I
followed suit, cupping his balls with my other hand.
It didn't take long for our cocks to swell to full
size, and I saw that Doug had about 6 1/2", and even
fully hard, the head was fully covered with foreskin.
I could just see the dome of his purple glans and his
slit through the opening. The tip of his glans was wet
with lube. Mine was exactly 6", and my thick fleshy
hood shrouded the head fully as well, showing only my
teardrop shaped meatus. The musky aroma rising from
our foreskins filled the air.
"WOW! Do I love that smell," said Joe as he shifted
himself closer to take in the odor. Joe's cock had
hardened without any stimulation, just from his
watching us, and I saw that it was about 5" long, with
an arrow-shaped head that tapered from a thick ridge
down to a narrow tip. The thick brown scar that
defined his tight circumcision ringed his shaft 1/2"
behind the head. I noticed that Joe oozed heavily, as
his thin slit seeped copious lubricant that dripped
down onto the towels.
"I really love foreskins," he said. "I've always
wished I had one, and I often beat off with a condom
to get the feeling of a foreskin sliding over the
head."
Joe pushed my hand aside gently, and slipped his index
finger into Doug's hood, probing deeply and running
his fingertip around the ridge. Doug sighed with
pleasure, and his balls contracted in my hand.
"Who goes first?" Joe asked as he removed his finger
from Doug's cock and sniffed it. "I want to get the
camera nice and tight on him." We'd previously agreed
that the best plan was for us to come one at a time.
That way, we could bring each other off without being
distracted by our own orgasms, and the one shooting
didn't have to think about synchronizing with anyone.
I grasped Doug's hood and began twisting it over the
glans. Doug's hand tightened on my penis, and he
squeezed my head rhythmically through my foreskin.
"I haven't come in a week, been saving it up for
this," Doug said. "I need to come now." His cock
throbbed between my fingers as he spoke, and I saw the
lips of his long slit part with another large drop of
clear fluid. Slowly, I began retracting his foreskin,
watching the opening widen as it slipped back over the
swell off his glans.
"Okay, Doug," I murmured. "I'll make you come first.
Just relax and let me do the work." Out of the corner
of my eye I saw Joe moving his camcorder to get a
closer view of Doug's crotch. He then spread a towel
over Doug's abdomen. Stabilizing his shaft with my
other hand, I pulled Doug's hood forward again, then
pushed it back a bit farther than last time. His
fingers clamped hard around my prick.
"Don't try to make me come," I reminded him. "If it
turns you on to grab my prick, okay, but let me bring
you off first." I saw Joe's hand move to cup Doug's
balls, and Doug's body shuddered.
Doug's breathing had deepened, and his stomach was
visibly contracting with each breath. He was now
taking long, gasping breaths, and when I pushed his
foreskin back farther I saw that the color of his
swollen tip had turned darker purple. I pulled his
hood all the way up to cover the head, and heard him
take a deep breath.
His hips bucked as he thrust his hard prick through my
fingers, the foreskin stripping back all the way as a
thick white jet shot from his tip. My face was inches
away, and I smelled the Clorox odor of his cream. His
cock pulsed in my hand again, and another jet erupted
to land on the towel. I grasped his wet, slippery
glans, feeling it throb hard between my fingers as I
rotated my fist on it to sharpen his sensations. Doug
cried out as another gush poured from his slit,
running down my encircling fingers. I twisted my fist
around his throbbing glans several more times until he
was totally drained, then slipped his long hood up
over the softening head.
"Man, that was a hell of an orgasm," exclaimed Joe as
he released Doug's scrotum. "He was in seventh
heaven." He wrapped his fingers delicately around my
prick as Doug's hand fell away. Joe began sliding my
foreskin back from my swollen head, exposing the big
purple dome.
"I haven't seen your cock-head yet," he said. "I
always wonder what kind of a head is hiding under that
skin when I see uncut guys. Some have helmets, like
you and Doug, others have cock-heads shaped like
arrowheads, like mine, and I've seen mushrooms, bells,
and acorns too." He pushed my hood back farther and
said:
"Hey, your slit is different. It's not just a slit.
It's like a teardrop. Not many guys have that. It
really looks great." He pushed the thick roll of
foreskin back over my flaring ridge, and it snapped
into the deep groove behind it.
"You've got a nice ridge, just like Doug's. I thought
I could see that through the skin. That upward curve
looks so sexy." He delicately ran a finger around my
naked corona.
"You don't have much pre-cum," Joe said. "You need
lube. Can I use this?" he asked, picking up the
plastic bottle of Astroglide from the bedside table.
"That's fine," I replied. "I use it all the time. It
feels really good on my prick." I watched Joe pour
several drops onto my glans from the squirt nozzle. He
then began lightly massaging the big purple helmet
with his fingertips, and I felt the warmth from the
Astroglide on my glans. Meanwhile, Doug had revived
and he gently pushed Joe's hands away.
"Here, Joe, let me do him. You take care of the
camera." Doug steadied my penis with his left hand and
began massaging the slippery wet glans with the
fingertips of his right. Joe moved the camera to cover
my groin and spread a towel over my stomach. He then
began lightly tickling the hairs on my balls, and I
felt them contracting under the stimulation.
Doug knew exactly what to do to me, as we'd discussed
this on the cyber-chat many times. We both knew how
sensitive the uncircumcised glans is, and how to
stimulate it to produce the sharpest sensations. Doug
moved his fingertips over the dome, then worked on the
broad upper surface, finally circling the ridge. He
kept his touch light and his fingers moving, to avoid
tiring the nerve endings in any one spot.
Doug had me gasping and crying out from the start, his
fingertips sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing
deeply into my hot hard head. Joe's eyes were fixed on
my crotch as he taped the scene, and I knew his
microphone was picking up my every cry. I felt my
prick shaft harden even more, and the glans swell in
its final engorgement, aching to come. Doug had me on
the plateau quickly because I was already aroused from
having made him come, and we knew it wouldn't take
much to make me explode.
My glans was tingling, and my eyes closed
involuntarily as I felt the climax approach. My legs
trembled, and a shudder ran through my entire body. I
heard myself moaning in the distance, and my awareness
of the world around me faded as all my attention
focused on my hot, tingling prick.
I felt a hot jolt of sensation run down my prick,
shocking my cock-root into contraction, and a burning
jet of hot cream shot up my tube as I cried out in
agonized ecstasy. I felt Doug's fingertips dance over
my glans, pouring more sensations into my overheated
nerve endings, and I writhed in delicious agony as my
cock continued to pour out strings of hot liquid.
However, the sensations began to fade, and soon my
climax had ended.
"Man, I really got turned on watching that big purple
helmet shoot," exclaimed Joe. "Now I get to ride,
correct?" He was referring to my promise to take his
glans inside my foreskin after I'd finished my climax.
I hadn't been able to dock him while excited, because
there wasn't room inside my hood for another head, but
now that mine was quickly shrinking, I'd be able to
fit him in easily. Joe removed the wet towel from my
stomach and grasped my softening prick, urging the
thick hood forward. I turned to face him as he lay
down with his stiff prick pointing at my foreskin, and
he pushed the point of his glans into my thick pucker.

I felt his well-lubed cock-head stretching my hood,
and saw its outline as it pushed in until the end was
right at my corona. His head, smaller than mine, was
completely encased in my foreskin, and I clamped the
front edge of my hood tightly around his shaft just in
front of his scar. Then I grasped my skin shroud and
began massaging it over his corona. Joe began crying
out as the insistent sensations began, and I knew he'd
cream soon because he'd been awaiting his orgasm the
longest. I saw Doug's large hand cupping Joe's
contracting scrotum, adding to his excitement.
I knew that much of the stimulation had to be
psychological for Joe, because he was now feeling the
sensation of a warm foreskin around his glans. He'd
been deprived of his hood at birth, and was now
enjoying the sexy tightness of a warm shroud on his
tip. I felt him begin to thrust into my foreskin as I
continued to massage the skin over his glans, and
heard him begin to gasp with each motion as his head
bumped against mine.
Through the skin, I felt Joe's tip swell even more,
losing its spongy feel as it went into the final
swelling before orgasm. I saw his eyes close as the
sensations in his hot hard prick mounted, and then I
felt the glans throb under my fingers. Joe yelled as
the consuming spasms hit his body, and I felt his
tortured tip throb against my hot head as he flooded
my foreskin with fluid. The first hot jet of semen
filled the space behind my rim, running around the
groove. I loved the feel of Joe's cream bathing my
glans. More hot juice poured from Joe's throbbing tip,
making my foreskin balloon out before it began oozing
from the end. Joe's pulsing prick shot again and again
as he groaned in agonized delight.
When he was finally drained, his cock became still and
began to soften. Slowly it slipped from under my hood,
naked head milky white with cream. I wiped his prick,
then sopped up the excess fluid running out from
inside my foreskin with the towel. Joe lay on his
back, exhausted.
"Well, shall we run the tape?" asked Doug. "I'd be
really curious how long my orgasm took. Let's see it."
I put Joe's camcorder on "rewind" and connected the
cord from it to my TV set on the corner table. By the
time the tape was completely rewound, Joe was
 sitting up next to Doug and myself, watching
intently. He pushed "play" and the tape began. We
watched Doug and I pinching and rolling each other's
foreskins for a few seconds, then Joe put it on "fast
forward" to get to the orgasm.
At the moment Doug thrust his hard prick through my
fingers, Joe set the counter. We watched Doug's
bulging purple helmet disgorge stream after stream
until the last ooze came out. The counter read 45
seconds.
"Man, I thought that was only ten seconds," said Doug.
"Time really slows down when I come."
"Yeah, but did you see how far you shot?" asked Joe.
"Do you usually shoot a foot in the air?"
"No, I don't," said Doug. "I was really turned on and
I needed to come because I'd stored up a week's load."
"Now let's see Jack's orgasm," said Joe as he fast-
forwarded. "He was skinned back all the way, so it'll
be a hell of a show." The camera was tight on the
front half of my swollen prick as the first thick
white stream shot from the big purple dome and off the
top of the screen.
"That one went ten inches, I'm sure," said Joe.
"He normally dribbles," added Doug. " He was really
worked up for that one."
"You made the difference, Doug," I replied. "You and
your magic fingers." We watched stream after stream
pour from my glans, each weaker than the one before,
as the counter rolled to 43 seconds. "It didn't seem
that long, though. Time really compressed for me."
After more fast forwarding, the scene was Joe's hard
cock inside my foreskin. The sound was on, and I heard
his cry that signaled the start of his orgasm. We saw
his cock thrusting into my hood as my fingers worked
the skin around his tip, but didn't see the
ejaculations that had filled my foreskin with his
juice. However, his cock stopped pulsing at 49
seconds, and that was pretty close to the end of his
orgasm.
"I bet you would have shot a couple of feet if my
foreskin hadn't caught it all," I said. "It felt like
a fire hose inside when you came."
"Oh, man, I was so turned on," Joe replied. "I'd just
watched that big purple head of yours creaming, and
now my prick was bumping against it, and your foreskin
was over my head, and that did it for me. I couldn't
hold back, and I just let go."
Doug had been fingering his prick as we'd watched the
tape, and now we saw that his cock was swollen to its
full 6 1/2 inches again. The big helmet bulged inside
the tightly stretched foreskin, and I saw wetness
dribbling from the end.
"You need another orgasm," I said, "but this time I'm
going to skin you back first and use Astroglide on
you." I grasped his long foreskin and swept it back
from the glossy purple glans as Joe spread another
towel on Doug's stomach. I poured several drops of
Astroglide over the glans and spread it with my
fingertips.
"Man, that feels nice and warm," he said. "What is
it?"
"That's the glycerin in the lube," I replied. "It
makes the glans feel warm without irritating it." As I
spoke, I massaged the slippery liquid over the shiny
surface of Doug's cock-head, working it in and teasing
the nerve endings. Joe's hand stabilized Doug's shaft,
pulling back hard on the hood and stretching the
tissues tightly so that the flaring corona stood high
and clear. Doug groaned as the nerve endings in his
skin stretched to the limit.
"I like foreskin, but seeing the big head bare when it
shoots really turns me on," Joe explained. "Go to it,
make him come." His other hand turned on the camcorder
again to capture the precious moments. My fingertips
caressed the smooth hard surfaces of Doug's big
helmet, making him groan with the intensity of the
sensations, and I saw clear fluid seeping from his
slit.
I spread the lube in small circles around Doug's slit,
then worked my way out to the rim. I ran a fingertip
around the flare, then caressed the back surface of
the corona, finally moving into the groove and along
its circumference. I heard Doug moan, then gasp, as
the rolling barrage of sensations flowed into him. His
stomach muscles rippled, and I felt the glans throb
under my fingers. Now he was going; "AH-AH-AH" with my
every touch.
"Give it to him, don't stop, just make him come!"
urged Joe, still cupping Doug's tight scrotum. Doug's
eyes closed, and I knew that the orgasm would hit him
like an express train any second. My fingers danced
over the sensitive surfaces of his cock-head, and I
felt it swell and harden even more as his climax
neared.
"See how the head's getting darker?" asked Joe. "You
can see that if it's skinned back." The glans was dark
purple now, and the back face of Doug's rim was almost
black as my fingertips poured more sensations into the
nerve endings. Doug's entire body tensed, his hips
rising off the bed, and I knew he was about to
explode.
With a loud bellowing "AAAHHHHHHHHHH" that filled the
room, Doug shot. His hot hard glans pulsed under my
fingers, shooting a thick rope of cream high into the
air. His hips bucked, and his glans thrust up into my
encircling fingers as another hot jet erupted from the
slit. I worked my fingertips over his tortured tip,
making him cry out helplessly, as more jets poured
from his prick. Joe's eyes seemed to be aflame as he
watched the spectacle, following every trajectory as
Doug's cock jetted.
When Doug had stopped shooting, Joe rewound the tape
briefly, so that we watched only Doug's orgasm. Joe
put it into slow motion and started the counter as we
saw Doug's slit widen to release the first jet. The
slit became an oval, extruding the thick liquid, then
collapsed to a slit again. The next jet forced its way
out past my caressing fingers and arced high into the
air. Another thick stream stretched the lips of Doug's
slit, again shooting high. Several more gushes, each
weaker than the one before, emerged, until Doug's
glans was still. The counter read 49 seconds.
"Well, you've got the record this afternoon," I said.
"You beat us all, and that on the second try."
"It was being with you two that did it," replied Doug.
"I guess I perform better with an audience, and you
and Joe are the best audience I ever had."

The end