Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2005 06:57:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fender-Bender, Part 3, Beginnings, 3/4

Fender Bender, Part 3
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	I'd met Ken as a result of a rear-ender that had
damaged only sheet metal, and when we'd discovered
that we both enjoyed male-male sex, this began an
intense relationship that had led to my meeting his
brother Ben, who not only had the same sexual drive
but was envious and fascinated by our foreskins, as
he'd been clipped at birth.
	Now, as I drove to Ken's apartment for a third
meeting with him and his brother, I had a friend with
me. Rick was a couple of years older than I and had a
naturally endowed penis as I did, with the advantage
of an even longer and thicker foreskin, and I knew
that both Ken and Ben were looking forward to seeing
and playing with it. I'd phoned Ken the night before
and he'd been enthusiastic about Rick's accompanying
me.
	The brothers were wearing only bathrobes when Ken
opened the door, and I knew they were eager for us to
undress. Ken broke the ice after the introductions,
saying:
"I know it's cold outside. You might like to warm up
in the hot tub. Just leave your clothes on the couch."
Rick and I immediately began disrobing, conscious of
Ken's and Ben's eyes upon us.
	"You both wear boxers," commented Ben as we dropped
our pants.
	"Yeah, I like `em because they don't bind the way
jockeys do," answered Rick. I like to feel my cock and
balls swinging free."
	"I guess we all feel the same way," added Ken as we
dropped our shorts. Their eyes immediately swung to
Rick's crotch. They'd seen mine before. Rick's penis
was about the same size as mine, with the bulge of his
big helmet stretching the covering skin. However, he
had about two inches of fleshy foreskin extending
beyond the head, thick, wrinkled, and puckered.
	"That is a hell of a nipple you've got on your cock,"
Ben commented. There was an obvious note of envy in
his voice, and the reason was clear. As Ben dropped
his bathrobe, the circular scar behind the head of his
prick was evident to all. He'd lost his foreskin as a
baby, and the deprivation had bothered him all his
life.
	In the hot tub, Ben sat to my right, between me and
Rick, and he didn't hesitate to reach for our pricks
with both hands. I felt him squeezing my glans through
its fleshy hood, and I was sure he was fondling Rick's
penis as well.
	"Man, you've got a lot of skin, more than Jack here,"
he said to Rick. I grasped Ben's tip between thumb and
forefingers and began to squeeze rhythmically. To
avoid Ken feeling left out, I grasped his prick as
well, feeling the thick hood sliding over his small
cock-head as I stroked it gently.
	"I'd like to try putting my finger in there," Ben
said to Rick.
	"It's okay," I added. Ben bites his nails, and you
won't get scratched."
	"Go ahead," Rick replied. "You're gettin' me hard
already." The bubbling water prevented me from seeing
how Rick's penis was reacting to the stimulation, but
I knew that mine was swelling rapidly. Ken's thigh
against mine was adding to my arousal, and his warm
fingers were gently sliding my foreskin over my
bulging tip.
	The hot bubbling water's turbulence provided a really
sensual feeling, and I knew that we were all hard
within seconds. I was barely touching Ken's prick,
merely running my fingers lightly around the
foreskin-covered head. I ran the fingers of my right
hand lightly up the underside of Ben's erection,
stopping before I reached the tip because I didn't
want him to explode prematurely. I knew that playing
with Rick's long foreskin was adding to his
excitement, priming him for a torrid, gushing
ejaculation. Rick was sighing, captivated by Ben's
finger probing deeply into his hood.
	Sweat had broken out on our foreheads, an obvious cue
to get out of the tub, and our mutual excitement added
urgency. Ken stood first, his tapered prick standing
at about 45 degrees from his body, with a slight
downward curve. Ben, to my right, followed his
brother, his prick with its denuded head also standing
proudly from his body, and with the same tapered shape
and slight downward curve as its hooded duplicate to
his left.
	I stood, aware that Ben's eyes were fixed on Rick,
who was the last to get up. My six-incher stood out
horizontally, with straight shaft and a big bulge
where my helmet distended its long hood that formed a
pucker at the end.
	Actually, both Ben and Ken were watching avidly when
Rick stood, as they hadn't yet seen his prick in
erection. Rick's shaft was straight, like mine, and
stood out horizontally, like mine. Unlike mine, his
did not have a big vein on the right side, but a few
smaller blood vessels were visible along its 6 ½"
length. Like mine, Rick's had a big bulging helmet
under a foreskin that covered it completely and
extended an inch beyond the front dome of his glans.
	Ben found this exciting, and he grasped the loose
foreskin and held on to it as we walked into the
bedroom. Rick wasn't surprised, as I'd told him of
Ben's fascination with foreskin, and he seemed to
enjoy the attention. Certainly, his prick enjoyed the
attention, for it remained rock-hard during our short
walk.
	Ken brought several towels from the bathroom and we
dried ourselves. Ben, however, was intent upon drying
Rick, paying special attention to his groin. He held
the towel under Rick's penis and patted it dry with
the other end of the towel, lovingly caressing it as
he did so.
	"I guess Ben's the latest member of your prick's fan
club," I said jokingly. "He's been neglecting mine up
to now."
	"Oh, yeah, I can see he's really into skin," Rick
replied. "He can play with mine as long as he wants."
	"You know he never had one of his own," Ken said. "At
least, not since he was a few days old."
	"I bet he'd like to feel his head covered with skin,"
said Rick. At this, Ben looked up at him wide-eyed.
	"You've heard of docking, haven't you?" asked Rick.
	"Yeah, but I never did it," said Ben.
	"My skin's not quite long enough to dock him when I'm
hard," said Ken. "Jack looks like he's got a nice long
skin, but his helmet's so big there's not enough room
for Ben when Jack's cock is hard."
	"Think you can dock him, Rick?" I asked, realizing
that this would be a new and thrilling experience for
Ben. "Your foreskin's longer than mine, and even
though your tip's about as bulky as mine, that gives
you a lot of room."
	"It's worth a try," Rick replied. "His tip's not even
as wide as his shaft, and that makes it easier.
Anyway, I'd like to give Ben a hot thrill that he'll
remember."
	"First lay down," Ben said to Rick. "I want to get
real friendly with this cock." Rick lay supine on the
big queen-size, and Ken and I sat on the edge to
watch. Ben crawled up alongside Rick, crouching over
his groin, and lifted Rick's penis to vertical.
Holding it just behind the head, he insinuated his
tongue-tip into the thick fleshy skin tube, probing
for Rick's glans.
	"Oooohhh," Rick gasped as Ben's tongue reached in to
tickle his slit. Ken and I could see the outline of
Ben's tongue swiping the end of Rick's helmet from
side to side. I reached over to cup Rick's scrotum,
which was still loose from the effect of the hot
water. I knew it would begin contracting quickly as
Ben worked on his prick, arousing him.
	"Here, let me," Ken said as he began squeezing the
head of Ben's prick gently, the way I'd been doing it
in the hot tub. At the same time, I saw Ben's tongue
penetrating deeper into the foreskin, caressing the
rim of Rick's glans. Ben now lifted his head and
spoke:
	"He's sure got a tasty cock," he said. "I just love
the smell and taste of a man's cock, if he's not cut
like me."
	"Strip him back," suggested Ken. "That way you'll be
able to see and smell it." Ben began tugging gently on
Rick's shaft behind the head, stretching the foreskin
back over the big-domed glans. The fleshy sleeve's
puckered orifice parted, and then opened to the size
of a dime.
	"He's got a long slit," commented Ben as he watched
the purple tip gradually revealing itself. "It's not
like Jack's teardrop."
	"No, but Rick juices a lot more than Jack," Ken added
as the rich masculine odor of Rick's went and shining
glans filled the air.
	"Ooooohhhh, that's such a nice smell," said Ben as he
inhaled deeply. Ben was being aroused not only by
handling and smelling Rick's penis, but by the
rhythmic squeezes his brother was applying to the head
of his prick.
	"Let's see the rest of it," I said. "I know you want
to see it, and so do we." Ben tugged gently on Rick's
shaft to drag the foreskin slowly back, and we watched
as it expanded to allow the big head to appear.
	"Wow, it's a nice helmet shape," Ben observed as he
kept increasing the tension on the skin. "I like that
hot purple color, too. It's like Jack's helmet." Now
the ring of foreskin was poised on the rim of Rick's
glans, further distended by the flare.
	"I like the way his rim turns up in a flare, just
like Jack's," said Ken. "I've handled Jack's cock, and
really like the looks. I wish my cock-head was as
big."
	"Yours is fine the way it is," I said. "It made you
really cream when I handled it, and you've got nothing
to complain about." Now Ben's eager fingers slipped
Rick's foreskin completely off the head and bared the
deep groove behind the flaring corona.
	"That's nice, really nice," Ben said as he lowered
his head. His tongue flicked out to trace the rim of
Rick's helmet, working down one side to the vee-groove
underneath, and then he twisted his head to work his
tongue-tip up the other side.
	"Aaaaahhhhh," Rick sighed as the sensations hit him.
I knew what he was feeling, as I'd had that done to me
too. Now Ben's tongue-tip worked down into the deep
groove behind Rick's rim, and circled it was he'd done
before. At the vee-groove, Ben flicked his tongue
across the thick gee-string, making Rick gasp loudly
with surprise.
	"Hey, you're gonna make him come if you keep that
up," admonished Ken. "Don't you want to dock with
him?" At this Ben lifted his head.
	"Oh, yeah, I want to go head to head with him inside
his skin." Ben was very excited, as clear fluid was
running copiously from his slit. Ken had begun to work
his fingertips around the wet, slippery glans, further
arousing his brother.
	Ben released Rick's penis and they turned on their
sides facing each other, prick to prick. Rick grasped
his prick at the base, pushing the long hood forward
until it rode over the rim and down the taper of his
glans and encapsulated his big helmet.
	"Now you just hold your dick out straight," he
instructed Ben. "Hold it steady and let me do the
work." He moved his prick until it was touching Ben's
engorged glans, wet with lube. The thick pucker of
Rick's foreskin covered the end of Ben's small head,
and now Rick began pushing it farther, over the
slippery surface, until the opening reach Ben's rim.
	"Can you go a little farther?" I asked.
	"Sure can," Rick replied confidently as he pushed his
thick fleshy tube beyond Ben's rim to fill the groove
behind the head. Now his foreskin totally engulfed
Ben's glans, and Rick locked his thumb and forefingers
around the end to secure it.
	"Now you can start moving a little," he instructed
Ben, who began thrusting his hips very slightly.
	"Aaaaahhhhh, that feels so good, my head against
yours," Ben said.
	"I like the way you're pushing your tip against mine.
It's so slippery," Rick replied. Ken and I were avidly
staring at the scene, imagining how it must feel to
both of them. I felt Ken's warm fingers closing around
my shaft, sliding my foreskin gently up and down my
helmet, and I clasped his prick as well as he murmured
to me:
	"Since my tip's small like Ben's, maybe one of these
days Rick could dock me too." My fingers slid Ken's
foreskin up and down his small glans as he spoke, and
it was clear that the head was small compared to mine
and Rick's.
	"Well, we could ask him, Ken. Right now, your
brother's really in seventh heaven." Ben was thrusting
avidly in
to Rick's ample foreskin, completely carried away by
this novel sensation and totally absorbed in the
excitement.
	"Ben's not only bumping heads with Rick, but his
tip's sliding past it," Ken commented on the scene
before us.
	"Yeah, he's really going deep," I added.
	"He's really stretching my skin with that dick-head
of his," said Rick, who although intent on the
cock-to-cock contact, was still aware of our
conversation. We could see the outline of Ben's small
glans as it distended Rick's thick hood in its
thrusting. The end of it probed all the way back to
Rick's corona, caressing the nerve endings in Rick's
helmet as it glided past.
	"Wait till he shoots," Ken said. "You'll really feel
it then. Ben shoots a heavy load, and I think this
time he'll drain himself completely into your skin."
Both Rick and Ben were red-faced now, the excitement
raising their heartbeats and blood pressure.
	"Ben's really hot," I said to Ken. "Notice how his
balls got tight?"
	"Rick's balls are tight too," Ken replied. "This
scene's affecting Rick as much as it is Ben." Ken
reached to cup his brother's scrotum with his free
hand, while still stroking my hood rhythmically with
the other.
	"They'll be coming soon," I said. "We might be coming
too. This scene's so hot to watch."
	"It's affecting me," Ken said as he snuggled closer
to me. "Maybe we'd better stop stroking each other's
dicks, or we might lose control when it happens." He
removed his hand from my prick and I released his.
	"Right," I said. "I get a real thrill from watching
guys come, and if I come when they do, I'm sure my
eyes are gonna close and I'll miss the big show."
	"Me, too," Ken agreed. "I'd hate to be all wrapped up
in my own orgasm when Ben and Rick start to shoot."
	""I wonder who's gonna shoot first?" I asked
abstractedly. "Rick's prick tip is more sensitive than
Ben's."
	"Yeah, but Ben's gettin' more excited than Rick
because he never docked before," Ken countered.
Docking's gonna push him over the edge faster." Ben's
excited prick was thrusting steadily into Rick's
enveloping skin tube, and I imagined what it felt like
to have another hard glans bumping against mine. I
knew that the steady shocks against Rick's overheated
nerve endings would tip him over the edge soon.
	"Both have their eyes closed," Ken pointed out. Rick
and Ben were breathing heavily, their chests heaving,
caught up in the impending frenzy and helpless to
resist. Ben hips were bucking sharply now, and we knew
that he was into the final stage before release.
	"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Ben began to grunt as his body went
into overdrive and his thrusts increased in sharpness,
driving his swollen glans deep into Rick's enveloping
skin tube. Rick, too, was feeling the effects of this
frenzied thrusting, and had begun to moan loudly.
	"HUUUNNNHHHH!" Ben cried out sharply as his back
arched with the onset of his release. Rick responded a
second later with his own cry, and we knew that they
both were into the hot, frenzied spasms of
ejaculation. Ben's hot, driving prick hammered at
Rick's blunt tip and slid past it to thrust deeply
into the restraining fleshy sleeve, filling it with
his sperm as Rick's throbbing tip added to the volume.

	"It's leakin' out of the skin," Ken commented to me
as we saw the creamy discharge ooze past the edge of
Rick's foreskin to pour out onto Ben's hard shaft. The
ooze grew to a flood as Ben and Rick's discharges
filled the distended foreskin and gushed out between
the fleshy sleeve and Ben's straining shaft. The veins
stood out prominently on both pricks as they thrust
against each other, totally caught up in the frenzy of
their orgasms. Hot fluid dripped down onto the sheet
as Ben and Rick drained themselves dry, sharing the
magic moment and bonding in a way that only men can
know.
	Their thrusts diminished and finally stopped, with
both men exhausted by their efforts, their nervous
systems shocked into torpor, and we saw them begin to
relax. Now they pressed their hot bodies against each
other and as their pricks were pressed between their
stomachs, the foreskin connection broke and Ben's
white-coated tip came into view. They remained hugging
tightly together for several minutes, stunned by the
after-shock of their orgasms, their fury totally
spent. Occasionally, Ben would kiss Rick on his lips,
a dry kiss but filled with appreciation.
	"This really affected you," Ken said, pointedly
looking at my prick. I followed his gaze and saw that
the puckered end of my foreskin, still enveloping my
helmet tightly, was wet with clear fluid. "You don't
usually leak that much, and I wasn't even touching
you."
	"You too," I think." I saw that the end of Ken's
foreskin was oozing lubricant even more than mine.
	"Yeah, we're both so hot that if we touched each
other we'd probably blow our loads right now."
	"They both came together," Ken observed. "I'm not all
that surprised. They really turned each other on." At
this point Rick opened his eyes, looking at us, and
said:
	"Yeah, I was hot, really hot, and when Ben started
shooting and his hot juice hit the back of my ridge
this just set me off. I couldn't hold back. I was gone
right then." At this point Ben opened his eyes and
added:
	"It felt so good with my tip inside his skin. I never
came so much in my life, and feeling how our comes
mixed inside his skin just drove me wild."
	"It really was something to watch," Ken said. Jack
and I had to stop stroking each other or we would have
been gone for sure. Even now we're so hot we'd let go
in a second if you stroked us."
	"That's for sure," I added, confirming his point.
"Right now I feel an itch in my tip, and I know if I
scratch or rub it, I'll just drop my load."
	"I sometimes get that too," said Rick. "If something
makes me really hot, I get an itch all over my tip,
from the front right back to the ridge. It doesn't
take much to make me blow my load then, just a couple
of strokes of the skin."
	Ken got up from the bed and took me by the hand,
pulling me up with him.
	"I think we need to cool off," he said to all of us.
"Anyway, Rick and Ben need a shower, and we all need a
break. Jack and I can shower after you guys." Ben led
Rick into the bathroom, and Ken and I stood looking at
each other as we heard the water running. Ben and Rick
were talking, their voices muffled by the running
water.
	"I bet Rick's showing Ben the pee-in-the-foreskin
trick," I surmised.
	"I've done that a lot of times for Ben," Ken said.
"He never gets tired of seeing it, watching my skin
balloon out, when I pinch the end shut."
	"I guess we can do that for each other when we get in
the shower," I suggested. "It's still fun, no matter
how many times I do it."
	"I feel the same way. I always enjoy playing with my
dick. I do it every chance I get." We heard the water
stop and a minute later Ben and Rick returned to the
bedroom.
	"Now you guys just relax. Jack and I are gonna get in
the shower and be back to you in a couple of minutes,"
Ken said to them.
	"Are you gonna go in the shower, or come in the
shower?" Ben asked with a wide grin. He knew how hot
we were, as our erections hadn't gone down at all.
	"I think we'll just shower to cool off," Ken replied.
"If you get impatient, you can jack each other off."
We went into the shower and stood under the warm
water, feeling it running over our bodies.
	"That hot water running over my prick makes me want
to pee now," I said. I felt the pressure building up
inside.
	"Your hard-on's going down," Ken pointed out. "Mine's
gettin' soft too, so we'll both be able to pee." He
reached over to pinch the thick pucker at the end of
my foreskin, and I consciously relaxed my sphincter.
	"Here it comes," I said as I felt the flow begin. The
fluid filled my overheated tube and ran out the lips
of my slit to be trapped by the foreskin, and we
watched it swell. Just as it was becoming
uncomfortably distended, Ken released the end and the
flow gushed from the puckered opening all over our
legs and the floor of the shower.
	"That'll rinse out your skin," he said. "Now I can
feel mine starting. I reached down to pinch the end of
his fleshy sleeve, watching it balloon out as it
filled with urine. When I judged any further
stretching would be uncomfortable, I let go and we
watched his gush pour out of his foreskin, spraying
indiscriminately.
	We weren't really dirty, so we didn't use any soap,
just rinsed our bodies under the warm water. Ken
skinned back my hood to rinse off my helmet, and I
peeled his hood back for the same purpose, carefully
replacing it afterward. We dried each other slowly and
lovingly, sharing one towel because the other was wet.
My tip was still exposed, and Ken dried the helmet and
rolled the hood back down to cover it.
	Back in the bedroom, Rick looked up at us from the
bed and said:
	"Wow, you guys are still half-hard. I guess the
shower didn't cool you off that much, did it?"
	"No, my tip's still tingling," Ken replied.
	"Mine was tingling when you were drying me off," I
added. "Now it's not tingling, but the head still
itches a bit."
	"Well, I'd like to take care of that," Ben said, a
note of eagerness in his voice. I looked at Ken, who
nodded and said:
	"He'll use any excuse to get his hands on that skin.
Give him half a chance and he'll make your tip
tingle."
	"With his tongue," added Rick. I sat next to Ben
while Ken took up a position on my left side, his hand
dropping to my crotch to tickle my scrotal hairs. This
light tickle produced an immediate effect, worked up
as I was, and my prick began swelling before Ben could
grasp it. He steadied it pointing towards his face and
lowered his head. I felt his tongue-tip pushing its
way inside the puckered end of my foreskin nipple,
probing for the helmet. I felt the tight skin stretch
as his tongue pushed in farther, and then his hot
tongue touched my front dome, making it tingle at his
touch.
	"I want to get in on the action," said Rick as he got
up to sit next to Ken. He grasped Ken's prick and
lowered his head, and I saw the tip of his tongue
extending to lick at the thick pucker of Ken's hood.
His grip tightened slightly on Ken's swelling organ
and he pushed his tongue farther into the long fleshy
tube, aiming for the head.
	Meanwhile, I felt my foreskin being stretched from
side to side as Ben's thick tongue worked on my slit,
swiping it from side to side, and I felt a contraction
deep inside me as a drop of lubricant began to crawl
up my prick toward the end. I heard Ken sighing with
delight as Rick's tongue made contact with his tender
glans and circled around it, caressing the many nerve
endings.
	"I'm gettin' real hard," I said as the effects of
Ben's tongue registered on my nervous system, pumping
up my prick to its full six inches. Ben's tongue
plunged under my helmet, caressing the gee-string and
the sides of the vee-groove. Ken's warm fingers cupped
my balls, and with his other hand he caressed the
insides of my thighs.
	Suddenly Ben lifted his head to say:
	"You guys lie on the bed, and we'll work on you
there." Ken and I shifted our positions to lie with
our bodies touching. I felt Ken's warm thigh against
mine, and I clasped his right hand with my left. He
squeezed my hand gently as he said:
	"I think they want to bring us off together. It'll be
nice, coming with you." I heard the warmth in his
voice, and sensed his eagerness to share an orgasm
with me. Ben crouched on my right and once more
grasped my prick to steady it as his tongue worked its
way inside my thick fleshy hood, this time penetrating
to roll around my rim.
	"He likes the way you taste, Jack," Rick said as he
brought his head down to engulf Ken's prick. Holding
the end of the foreskin in his mouth, he pushed his
tongue inside the hood, and Ken jumped as Rick's
tongue swept around his rim. I saw the skin stretch as
Rick's tongue worked down one side of his rim to the
cleft under the head, where I assume he began
strumming Ken's gee-string.
	"My tip feels really itchy now," I said as Ben
continued to work on my tender helmet, now probing my
pouting slit. His tongue-tip traced small circles
around my teardrop hole, spreading the lubricant that
had seeped out.
	"Mine's gettin' kinda tingly," Ken said. I saw that
Rick was now cupping Ken's balls, kneading them slowly
and gently to enhance his excitement. Ken's sac was
drawn up tightly against his stomach, a sure sign of
arousal.
	"Remember how sensitive our tips get when we come?" I
said to Rick. "Well, Ken's is even more sensitive, and
you'd better stop stroking it when he starts. Just
pull his skin right back and hold it tight. That'll
get him through the rest." Rick nodded, his mouth
still down on Ken's prick, and I knew he understood.
Rick had brought me to orgasm with his mouth several
times, and I'd done him, so we both understood how
uncut guys became super-sensitive upon orgasm.
	"I'm really tingly," Ken moaned, as his breathing
became hurried and irregular. He was gasping with
every other word, and I knew that he was rushing
toward the edge.
	"Try to stay relaxed," I urged as I squeezed his
hand. I was trying to follow my own advice, but the
hot sensations Ben was pouring into my helmet made
this impossible. I felt my stomach muscles tighten
despite my best efforts, and I saw Ken's legs begin to
tremble.
	Ben's magic tongue was producing a fierce tickle in
my helmet, and I knew that this was the precursor to
the hot tingle that would trigger my orgasm. I took a
deep breath, trying to control my breathing, which had
become labored and ragged as had Ken's. I began
moaning helplessly as my sensations built up, and soon
I was surrendering to the inevitable. Now my eyes
closed.
	Ken's hand gripped mine tightly, and I heard him cry
out loudly. He was right on the edge, and a second
later I felt Ben's firm encircling fingers pull down
hard on my foreskin, baring the tender glans to his
lips and tongue. His lips locked around my rim, and
then I felt the scrape of his teeth, sending hot
sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my glans and
shaft. The hot tingle overwhelmed me, and I felt the
hard contraction in my cock-root as I heard Ken wail.

	I felt Ken's body jerk against mine as the first
flood of hot lava seared its way up my shaft, sending
me into a spasm of delight. I felt the stream burn its
way around the curve in my tube as it turned up into
my glans and then slam through the lips of my slit
into Ben's mouth.
	Ken was crying out loudly and helplessly as the
orgasm raged through his body. His hips bucked and he
yelped again as my second hard contraction gripped me.
Another hot stream of juice poured into my urethra,
sending me to the dizzying heights of orgasm, aware of
little except the hot spasms that raged through my
body. We were thrashing on the bed, caught up in the
frenzy of our ejaculations, and we both wailed as the
mind-numbing sensations swept through us.
	I don't know how many times I shot, but I became
aware that my torrents had slowed to a dribble, and
that Ben's lips were clasped lightly around the middle
of my super-sensitive glans. He was eagerly sucking
the fluid that still seeped from my tortured tip,
holding my skin back tightly to keep the head exposed
so that he would get every drop.
	After a long period of silence, during which Ken and
I lapsed into the quietude and inertia that follows
orgasm, we opened our eyes. I looked over at him, and
his blue eyes bored into mine.
	"Man, that was wonderful," he said. I was still
groggy and it took me several seconds to reply:
	"I guess we came together. I could feel you straining
as you came."
	"You were gripping my hand so hard you almost broke
it," he countered.
	"You were both jumping on the bed," Rick laughed.
	"How did you get us to come right at the same time?"
Ken asked.
	"While you guys were in the shower Ben and I agreed
that we'd get you worked up close to coming, and then
we'd scrape our teeth on your tips. "I've done Jack
several times, and I knew that always triggers him, so
I figured it would probably work on you. Ben told me
he'd done that to your dick a few times too."
	"You're right, that really sent me over the edge," I
said. "It felt like my prick was exploding."
	"I just loved the chlorine taste of your jizz," Ben
added. "How did my brother taste, Rick?"
	"He smelled and tasted like chlorine too," Rick
answered. "Before he shot, though, he was drooling
pre-come so much that he almost drowned me. His lube
tastes very salty." By now, Ken's prick and mine had
relaxed, the swollen heads having shrunk and lost
their excessive sensitivities. I felt Ben gently
slipping my foreskin up over the head.
	"That's a good idea," Ben said as he looked over and
saw what Ben was doing. "I'd better get Ken's skin up
to protect the precious tip." His skilled fingers
worked Ken's long fleshy tube up over the tapered
head.
	"It's easier pulling Ken's skin up," Rick commented.
He doesn't have a thick ridge for the skin to ride
over like Jack does.
	"Yeah, with that small head, Ken's skin comes up real
easy," Ben agreed. "Even when he's not hard, Jack's
skin often locks behind the ridge."
	"Time for a drink," Ken said as he stood. "Everybody
like martinis?" We nodded and Ken went into the
kitchen. Ben led Rick and me into the living room,
where he sat on the couch next to Rick and I took an
armchair. Ken came in with a tray holding several
ice-filled glasses, olives, and a pitcher of martinis.
He poured our drinks, and lit a cigarette, passing the
pack around.
	The warmth of the alcohol flowed through my body,
producing a sense of well-being that accentuated the
orgasm-induced relaxation. I noticed that Rick, Ken,
and Ben's scrotums had dropped, loosening now that
they were relaxed. Mine was always on the tight side,
and close to my body.
	"That was really hot," Ken said to me. "Thanks for
bringing Rick with you."
	"Yeah, thanks for me too," added Ben. "That was a
first for me. I'd never docked before."
	"With your skin, Jack, did you ever dock anyone?" Ken
asked.
	"I've done it a couple of times," I replied. "With my
big helmet, though, I can't do it when I'm hard. Rick
and I docked once, but he stroked me first so that I
wouldn't be hard when he went in. With my tip soft,
there was room inside for his big helmet."
	"That's a nice helmet you've got," Ben said. "I
really enjoyed sucking the juice out of it today. I
could feel it throbbing against my tongue every time
you shot."
	"Your tip throbbed hard too," Rick said to Ken. "It's
smaller than mine, but it was hard like a rock when
you came and the throbs were really powerful." As he
spoke, I noticed that his prick had begun to swell.
Ken noticed it as well, for he said:
	"You're gettin' turned on again just talking about
it."
	"Yeah, having a drink sometimes does that to me.
Plus, you're such a hot guy, and we watched you get
off. Hell, I got you off." He'd begun to stroke his
foreskin, slowly sliding the long hood over the head
as his shaft lengthened.
	"Looks like you need to get off again," commented
Ben. "I'm drained, but if you need it, go ahead. I'd
be glad to watch." Ken got up to go to the kitchen,
returning with a roll of paper towels.
	"Here, you can shoot all you want. I'll put these on
your chest and stomach to catch the jizz." He spread
several paper towels over him as Rick's hand continued
to work rhythmically on his prick.
	Rick's erection stood at its full 6 ½" now, filling
his long fleshy sleeve, banishing some of the
wrinkles, as we watched avidly. Ben was the most
intent of all, eager to see Rick manipulating the
foreskin that had docked him with such intense effect
minutes before.
	"You gonna just stroke it like that?" Ben asked.
	"No, I'm just gonna pump myself up this way for the
moment. Later I'll change strokes." Rick eased himself
further into a semi-reclining position on the couch.
	"Rick likes to stroke the way I do," I explained. "We
both use the full length of our foreskins to get
worked up, but when we get close, we both like to skin
back to shoot." Now Rick was taking longer strokes,
baring the front dome of his helmet on the
back-stroke.
	"That's a beautiful purple color," Ben said. "It's so
shiny and wet." Rick's excitement was growing, and we
saw drop after drop of clear lubricant parting the
lips of his long slit, easing the way for his foreskin
that spread the slippery liquid evenly over the glossy
domed helmet. Rick had spread his legs and we got a
clear view of his scrotum as it began to contract. Ben
reached over to cup his balls, his eyes never leaving
the helmet that emerged from the thick ring of
foreskin only to be hidden again on the up-stroke.
	"I can see it's gettin' darker," Ben commented,
carefully studying Rick's penis. "He's close." Now
Rick drew his foreskin fully down, baring the rim and
the deep groove behind it.
	His head's gettin' harder," Ben continued as he
touched a finger to Rick's helmet, feeling its
consistency. "His tip's really hard and his rim's all
flared out."
	"We both like to shoot bare-headed when we jack," I
explained. "With the foreskin back, there's no longer
the tightness of the skin and the pressure of our
fingers, and the head grows to full size.  We also
like to see the head get darker."
	"Look at that long slit," Ben said. "Maybe I can get
my tongue in there." With these words, Ben lowered his
head, experimentally probing Rick's long leaking slit.

	"Go ahead, man," Rick said. "I'm almost there, and
I'm gonna take a break for a minute while you taste my
juice." Ben's tongue-tip parted the lips of Rick's
slit, insinuating itself into the hole, and then
withdrew to trace small circles around the slit,
caressing the blunt front dome of Rick's helmet.
	"Rick's juice is really salty," Ben said as he raised
his head. "I just love that taste." Rick resumed his
stroking, lightly bumping his flaring corona with the
ring of wrinkled foreskin.
	"Watch Rick's helmet closely when he comes," I said.
"You saw what a long slit he has. His cream comes out
in a ribbon, not a round stream like ours, because of
the shape of his slit."
	"Now we can all watch Rick shoot his ribbons," said
Ben. "It'll be different and anyway I really love to
see a hot guy doing that to himself."
	"If Rick closes his eyes, he won't see himself
shoot," Ken said.
	"That's all right," I replied, as Rick was now too
wrapped up in his self-manipulation to be able to
answer. "We both get turned on by watching our helmets
swell and get darker, and even if Rick closes his eyes
at the end, we'll be able to see him shoot." Now Rick
was still bumping his flaring corona with the thick
ring of wrinkled skin, and the shocks to the base of
the glans were fueling his fire. A steady flow of
clear lubricant poured from his long slit, each drop
gracefully parting the lips before running down the
compound curves of his helmet.
	"He's close, really close," Ken commented as we
watched Rick's face flush and heard his breathing
become ragged. Rick had completely withdrawn into
himself as his sensations had mounted. Now Ben lowered
his head until it was resting on Rick's right hip,
giving him a close-up view of the thick weeping
prick-tip that Rick was caressing.
	"It's really dark," said Ben. "That back of his rim's
almost black." Now Rick's eyes were closing, and we
watched a light trembling begin in his spread legs.
His entire body tightened up, and we knew that he'd be
discharging momentarily. Ben placed the tip of his
index finger in the vee-groove of Rick's helmet,
saying:
	"I want to feel the head throb when he starts to
shoot." Rick's jaw clenched and his stomach muscles
contracted. His breathing was now gasping, and he'd
begun grunting.
	Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" he grunted as his excitement rose
to its peak. He was stroking his foreskin faster now,
slamming the thick fleshy ring against the hard,
flaring corona to compress its nerve endings. Now he
slowed, barely kissing the rim with the wrinkled
flesh.
	"He's slowing down like I do at the end," I
explained. We both enjoy the feeling of anticipation
when we get to the edge." As I finished speaking Rick
gave a howl and tightened his grip on his prick. His
fingers flew as they bumped the foreskin ring against
the rim, compressing it and triggering his orgasm.
	"HHHUUNNNNHH!" he grunted loudly as his hips bucked
and his prick exploded, sending a thick ribbon of
semen arcing high into the air to land on the paper
towels covering his chest. He howled again as another
gush shot from his slit, again soaking the paper
towels. The powerful odor of chlorine filled the air
as Rick's body tensed for another ejaculation. He
grunted again and we saw a third ribbon of cream
slamming through the lips of his slit, this time
landing on his stomach. Ben was hugging him, feeling
Rick's straining body against his, as the throbbing
prick discharged another heavy load of white juice.
	Now Rick stopped stroking, holding his foreskin fully
retracted from the flaring, throbbing head as another
torrent poured from his meatus. The jets had weakened
to a steady flow now, still white but not as white as
before, and instead of shooting it was running down
his dark purple helmet and shaft. Rick was still now,
and I knew that his tip had become overly sensitive,
and that the slightest stroking of his foreskin would
be too much for him.
	We watched silently as his prick drooled an
ever-lightening stream that ran down over helmet,
shaft, and tightly encircling fingers as he drained
himself. Now only a seepage of clear fluid oozed from
the lips of his long slit, and I knew that this was
only prostate fluid, his sperm having been exhausted
during his climax.
	"You were right about him shooting ribbons instead of
streams," said Ben. I was right there and saw it all."
	"You felt it too," said his brother. "You had your
fingertip on his helmet when he started coming."
	"Yeah, he throbbed hard when he came," said Ben.
"That was nice to feel. I always love to feel a guy's
cock throb when he unloads."
	We left him alone as he sank into his characteristic
daze for a few minutes. We didn't try to wipe his
prick because we knew that the rough paper towels
would feel painful against his tender tip. When he
finally opened his eyes Ken was there with a washcloth
wet with warm water, which he offered to Rick. Rick
took it and gingerly began dabbing carefully at his
helmet, now shrinking as his excitement ebbed. When he
was finished, he slipped his long foreskin up to
protect the helmet and sipped at his drink.
	"That was nice to see," Ken said, echoing my
thoughts.
	"Damn right," Ben said. "I had the best seat in the
house. I also felt his helmet throb against my finger
when he shot."
	We sat in our chairs for several more minutes,
finishing our drinks and cigarettes, until Ken
suggested that we'd had enough for the evening. He and
Ben took the main bedroom, and he showed me and Rick
the way to the guest bedroom, where another queen-size
awaited us. As sleep overtook me, I wondered what
other adventures with Ken and Ben awaited us.


End of Part 3