Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2004 06:56:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: All in Good Time, Part 4, M/M, Con, 4/10

All in Good Time, Part 4
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, as described in Part 1, 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:

Part 4:
	Danny and I sat in the kitchen, drinking glasses of
wine to wash down our ham sandwiches, while we let
Eric sleep it off. Eric was always devastated by the
fury of his orgasms, and usually fell asleep within
minutes.
	"Hello," Eric said as he wandered into the kitchen,
sleepy-eyed, shortly after noon. He was naked, and he
eyed us as we were also naked. Danny's limp penis
rested on his large loose scrotum, with string tied in
a bow knot around the end of his foreskin. The
outlines of his glans were hidden by the ballooned
foreskin, filled with Eric's cream and his own.
	"Is that for me?" Eric asked before I could offer him
a sandwich and wine. His eyes were riveted on Danny's
prick, which began to swell at the attention. Eric
knelt before Danny's chair and grasped the thick prick
on display in front of him. I shifted my chair to sit
next to Danny to get a close-up view of Eric's
ministration to Danny's swelling penis.
	"I told you I'd save our spunk for you. After you
spent into me, I made myself spunk and tied it up for
you." As Danny spoke, Eric pulled at one end of the
string, and the knot unraveled immediately. Eric's
mouth was there to receive the outpouring, and I saw
him roll it on his tongue as he slowly swallowed the
strands of thick cream. My prick began swelling from
excitement as I watched avidly.
	"Tastes good," Eric commented as he drank their
combined discharges. When the cream stopped flowing
freely, he insinuated his tongue into Danny's long
nippled hood and began probing for the residue.
Danny's prick was now fully hard, and Eric's fingers
cupping his scrotum added to the fire.
	"Ohhhhh, that's nice, so nice," Danny sighed as he
felt Eric's tongue probing deeper into his long hood,
which now that the cream had flowed out again defined
the outline of the shapely helmet. I saw that the
ridge was fully swollen, and clearly outlined through
the skin cuff. My hand went to my lap and I began
pulling the end of my foreskin, aroused as I was from
my overt voyeurism.
	"You'll make me spend again," Danny said,
anticipating another explosive orgasm from Eric's
close attention to his prick.
	"I can't get enough of that," Eric answered as he
momentarily removed his mouth from Danny's burgeoning
erection, now wet with saliva. He plunged again onto
Danny's prick, his tongue pushing eagerly into the
foreskin, and I saw it stretching the hood with its
bulk as Eric probed for the corona and the deep groove
beyond it. Eric searched for every drop of residue,
wherever it might be concealed, and was enjoying every
moment.
	Eric's prick had hardened from the excitement, and
the short foreskin had drawn back to barely cover the
rim of his turgid mushroom. I reached down to skin him
back completely and watched his cuff melt into the
shaft, fully revealing the head. A drop of lubricant
now parted the lips of Eric's slit, and I spread it in
small circles around the slit with my forefinger,
making Eric sigh loudly despite Danny's prick filling
his mouth.
	We'd drained ourselves only a couple of hours ago,
but now we were all ready to go again. One reason we'd
recovered so quickly was that we were only about 30.
Another was that we just turned each other on
powerfully.
	Now 	Eric lightly touched the end of my long foreskin
nipple with his fingertip, and I felt him lightly
circling the edge of my foreskin orifice. His other
hand still cupped Danny's balls, and I saw the sac
tightening against his body. I cupped Eric's balls
with my other hand, gently kneading them as I felt the
loose skin tighten with excitement. His prick was
swollen to its full five and three-quarters inches.
	"Only Jack washed," Danny said. "There won't be much
cheese but I think you'll still like the taste." The
odors from our swollen pricks were very evident, and
became more so when Eric gently peeled back my hood to
bare the glossy purple helmet.
	There was some residue on Eric's mushroom, and the
steady leaking from his slit added to the wetness. As
each drop appeared, I spread it over an increasing
area of his glans, sending messages of delight down
his shaft.
	"You should have seen Jack getting himself off after
I did," Danny continued. "You were asleep, but I
watched him peel his skin back so that I could see the
big cap on the end of his cock. It got bigger and
darker, and Jack was just sliding his skin up to touch
the rim. When he spent, I was watching from up close."
I saw Danny's body tensing as he spoke, for Eric was
skillfully building his excitement with his probing
tongue. His balls were now tight against his body.
	"I'm going to peel your skin back," he said to Danny
as he paused in his sucking. He removed his hand from
my prick and grasped Danny's seven-inch prick, fingers
closing around the thick shaft as he exerted traction
to slide the foreskin off the big helmet. The wet
purple glans glistened in the soft light coming
through the windows.
	"I really like that," Eric said as his tongue flicked
out to remove a drop of lube that was poised on
Danny's slit. His tongue continued downward, probing
the vee-cleft under th head. Danny shuddered, and then
shuddered again as Eric's tongue proceeded up along
one side of the rim, caressing the back-face.
	  "SSSSSSSSS" Danny hissed, inhaling through clenched
teeth. Eric was focusing his total attention on the
hot hard penis before him, pouring sensations into the
receptive nerve endings of its big helmet. I was now
gently stroking my own, slowly sliding my foreskin up
and down the helmet, giving rapt attention to Eric
lapping at Danny's prick.
	Danny slid forward on his chair, legs straight out,
spread to leave room for Eric between them. His prick
pointed at the ceiling, and Eric's head circled it as
he lapped at all sides of the big helmet. The way Eric
was crouching, I couldn't easily reach his prick,
although I felt it would be better if Danny came
first. Then I could concentrate on giving Eric his
orgasm. His prick would be ready for anything I could
give it, even now rigid and with the purple mushroom
head sitting proudly at the end. The foreskin was
drawn back tightly, blending into the shaft skin as
the slit dripped clear drops onto the tile floor.
	Eric's tongue worked around Danny's rim, probing
deeply into the groove behind it, caressing nerve
endings that rarely saw the light of day. His fist was
clamped tightly around the base of Danny's shaft,
compressing the veins and trapping blood in the
swollen organ to make the head even more turgid.
Danny's rim stood out from the shaft as Eric had drawn
the foreskin back tightly, stretching its many nerve
endings. Now Eric pulled back even harder, and the
taut gee-string tensed as it pulled the front of
Danny's helmet down towards his feet. The lips of
Danny's long slit gaped, parted by a steady stream of
clear viscous lubricant.
	Eric lapped quickly at the bulging front dome,
licking away the tasty fluid, and then returned to its
circuits around the rim. He knew he had Danny's total
attention, and he redoubled his efforts.
	The big purple helmet became darker as Danny's prick
approached the point of no return. Danny was now
grunting and gasping, utterly captivated by the
intense sensations. I stared, fascinated at the rising
of Danny's excitement and Eric's efforts to bring on
the inevitable orgasm.
	I don't often secrete lube, but now I felt a drop
crawling up my urethra, and watched as it filled the
teardrop shaped orifice in the front dome of my
helmet. I brought my foreskin all the way up to
capture it, and drew back to spread the thick liquid
over the head. My tip was now glistening like Danny's,
and I slowed my strokes so as not to come before I was
ready.
	Danny's fists gripped the sides of his chair's seat,
and I knew he was involuntarily tensing for the
explosion. Eric's tongue continued its travels around
the big flaring corona, occasionally dipping into the
vee-groove under the head. He strummed the taut
gee-string for a moment, and then circled the rim once
more. Danny's legs began to tremble, and I saw his
eyes close as he threw his head back.
	"NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGH!" Danny groaned as I saw his
prick jerk in Eric's tight fist. A thick rope of cream
shot from his slit, hitting Eric's face, and Eric
moved to close his lips around the gushing front dome
of Danny's helmet. I saw the prick jerk again and
Danny's buttocks rose off the seat as he shot a second
stream into Eric's mouth. Danny's helpless cries
filled the room as his prick jerked again, and I saw
Eric swallowing frantically. Now Eric moved his head
to the side to lick at Danny's corona again, enhancing
Danny's magic moment, and to watch the next gush erupt
from the long slit. The lips of Danny's slit spread
wide as the heavy stream poured from them, arcing
through the air to land on the tiles.
	Eric still held Danny's shaft tightly, and now he
moved to put his outstretched tongue under the gushing
helmet, catching the next eruption as it poured from
the front dome. Danny's ejaculations were now less
forceful, and Eric caught them all as they slowed to a
steady dribble. I admired Eric's skill, because he had
sensed the exact moment to stop direct contact because
Danny's glans had become overly sensitive.
	Eric drank the steady dribble that oozed from Danny's
prick now that the orgasm was winding down. He
loosened his grip on the hard shaft, releasing the
skin, and Danny's glans bobbed up to normal position.
I'd stopped sliding my foreskin because I knew that I
was too close, and might have gone over the brink when
Danny had started coming.
	Both were now still, Eric gently holding Danny's
shaft, fingertip running up the long bulge underneath
as he milked the residue from the softening organ
before him. Danny's head fell upon his chest, and I
sensed that he was exhausted from the hot fury of his
orgasm.
	"You had a long drink," I commented as Eric turned to
me.
	"I loved it," he said. "It was really tasty. Now I
want to taste yours." He shuffled over to crouch
between my legs, and I spread them to make room for
his slender body. Eric's prick pointed up from between
his thighs, and I knew he was hot, but patient enough
to wait until he'd drained me.
	Danny opened his eyes and turned his head just as
Eric grasped my shaft, holding it upright to point at
the ceiling. He licked at another drop that had filled
my teardrop shaped orifice, and now his tongue dropped
to caress the hot spot between the eaves of my corona
w
here they met under the head. My prick jumped at the
hot contact, and now I gripped the sides of my seat.
	"That was terrific, Eric," Danny said gratefully.
"You really made me spend that time." Eric paused to
say:
	"Now I'll do Jack. I want to see his big tip spend
like yours did. I really like to see the spunk
shooting out." He returned to caressing my sensitive
glans with his tongue.
 	In what I was beginning to think of my previous
life, oral sex hadn't been as stimulating because my
nerve endings had lost their sensitivity from being
constantly exposed to the air and dry. Now, with a
long thick foreskin to keep them moist, they were very
sensitive, and I also had the nerve endings in my
foreskin to add to the stimulation. I no longer needed
hard friction to bring on my orgasm, as a light and
delicate touch, such as what Eric's tongue provided,
was enough to push me over the top. Eric's fist
squeezed my shaft skin and pulled downward to stretch
my foreskin and make the helmet stand out proudly.
	His tongue flicked into the neck of my penis,
following the deep groove behind my rim, first up one
side and then down the other, and I experienced the
acute sensations that had sent Danny over the edge. I
pushed myself forward until I was poised on the edge
of the seat, legs spread wide, and awaited the
stimulation I knew would render me helpless as Eric
drove me into orgasm.
	"Brace yourself," Danny warned. "It's gonna be hot,
really hot." Eric's moving tongue confirmed the words,
circling my corona, and then running across the broad
upper surface of my glans before probing at my
distended slit. Eric licked at the drop of lube that
had accumulated and spread it in small circles around
my slit with his tongue.
	"You're really hot," Danny added. "I've never seen
you juice like that." Eric's tongue now moved under my
glans again, strumming my gee-string and sending me
farther up the slope. Each touch of his tongue tickled
my nerve endings, and I felt myself becoming tense,
unable to resist the rising stimulation. Now Danny
reached between my thighs to cup my balls, adding to
my sensations.
	"Man, you're really tight down there. You're ready to
spunk, I think." He was right. It wouldn't take much
more to drive me over the edge. My rim had begun to
feel a deep tickle as Danny's tongue passed over it,
and the tickle spread all over my helmet. I was
tensing uncontrollably, unable to force myself to
relax, and I knew I was helpless in their hands.
	"Your tip's really getting' dark," said Danny.
"You're gonna pop any second." He was so right! Behind
the tickle I felt a mild ache in my helmet, telling me
that I urgently needed relief. Eric's tongue lashed at
my tortured nerve endings, and I felt my eyes closing.
My legs began trembling as my stomach muscles
tightened. My awareness of the outside world dimmed as
my attention became totally focused on the hot
sensations in my prick.
	The tickling feeling turned into a hot tingle, and
when Eric's fingers pushed my foreskin up to compress
my rim as his tongue-tip teased my teardrop slit, the
feeling exploded. Hot sparks of sensation stabbed deep
into my helmet, and traveled down my shaft to trigger
my orgasm.
	My cock-root contracted sharply, almost painfully,
and a hot gush of cream squirted into my tube, where
it rushed up, searing the tender tissues, and exploded
from my orifice. I felt Eric's lips around the dome of
my glans and knew he was avidly drinking my cream. I
wailed in joyful agony as the hot fury of the orgasm
overwhelmed me, numbing my mind as I was enthralled by
the intense sensations.
	I felt the hot throb in my cock-root travel up my
shaft and into my glans as another gush of lava-like
cream boiled up my urethra to pour into Eric's waiting
mouth. His lips tightened around my corona, triggering
another hot blast from my cock-root. I was totally
wrapped up in the hot sensations, and I thrust my hips
as my cock-root poured another torrent of cream into
my tube.
	Now I felt cool air on my hot tip as another spasm
wracked me, and was dimly aware that Eric had removed
his lips from my throbbing tip. More fluid poured from
my slit as my glans throbbed in ecstasy, and I moaned
loudly as my world shrank to the tip of my straining
cock. More burning lava parted the lips of my slit,
slowing to an ooze, as my orgasm tapered off into
nothingness.
	I was stunned, totally inert, shocked by the violence
of my orgasm. I felt my body relaxing as the afterglow
crept over me, and I sank into the accompanying daze.
It was minutes before I opened my eyes. My prick had
shrunk, and I saw Danny carefully milking my shaft,
running his forefinger up the underside to force out
the residue as Eric's tongue waited underneath my
helmet. Eric's eyes were closed, and he was in
ecstasy, savoring the flavor of my fluids. The drops
that oozed from my slit were clear, showing that I'd
totally drained my sperm, and was seeping only warm
lubricant.
	Danny gently pulled my long foreskin down to cover my
now shrunken helmet, and then stood up. Eric was still
crouched in front of him, and Danny helped him to his
feet. Turning to me, he said:
	"Maybe we ought to do Eric in the bedroom. That way
we can lay on each side of him and work him with our
tongues together." I thought this was a good idea, and
stood up, helping Danny pull Eric to his feet. Eric's
prick stood out in front of him, uncowled, the purple
mushroom dripping with lubricant and with desire. We
laid him in the center of the bed and crouched on
either side of his slim hips. His prick lay flat on
his stomach, foreskin drawn back smoothly, and the
glans exposed to our gaze and touch.
	Danny grasped his shaft gently, holding his prick
upright, while he began licking delicately at the
drooling front dome, tickling the slit and tasting the
delicious salty flavor of Eric's lubricant. Then he
moved his tongue down to circle the rim, working on
its edge and then the back-face on the way back. I
cupped Eric's sac, which had drawn up tightly against
his body, with one hand.
	"We're gonna make you spunk," Danny said. "I'll keep
your skin back so we can watch the shots come out of
the head." After these words, he returned to lapping
at Eric's rim.
	"Maybe it would feel better for him if I worked the
head with my fingertips," I suggested to Danny. Danny
removed his head and watched as I placed the tip of my
forefinger on Eric's dripping slit, and began
spreading the slimy lubricant in small circles around
the front of his dome. Eric shuddered at the sharp
contact, the ridges of my fingertip only slightly
masked by the thick lube.
	"This is gonna make him spunk fast," Danny said as I
worked my fingertip in widening circles as the clear
mucus continued to flow from Eric's slit. Now I wiped
my fingertip across the slit, spreading the lips and
tickling their inner surfaces. Eric's body stiffened,
and he began to moan.
	"Eric's been waiting long enough," I said. "It's time
to give him his reward." As the lube continued to
flow, I used two fingers on the glans, moving them
down to the underside, where I strummed his frenulum.
Eric's prick jerked in Danny's fist, and his moans
became louder.
	"This is what you did to me the first time we met," I
said to Eric, "and the next time Danny made me spend
this way. I know how intense it feels. Just let
yourself go and we'll make you spunk hard." Now I was
using three fingers, thumb on the underside of the
head and two rotating around Eric's rim, giving him
more stimulation. Intuitively, I knew that I had to
keep my fingertips moving instead of concentrating in
one spot, which would tire out the nerve endings. Each
new touch gave Eric fresh sensations, and now he was
rocking his head from side to side as I worked on his
swollen glans.
	"I can bring his skin up to bump his rim," Danny
suggested, and I nodded affirmatively. Eric's fingers
tightened around Eric's shaft as he pulled the tight
skin up against the swollen corona.
	"It's working," I said. "The head's gettin' darker
now." I continued to caress the glossy head, feeling
it lose its sponginess and become harder under my
touches as Eric's excitement continued to mount. Danny
drew the skin back down to let me get to the rim,
which I now circled with all five fingertips, feeling
its hardness as I teased its nerve endings. Eric's
moans grew louder and more intense as the sensations
attacked his nervous system.
	"He's close, but not there yet," I commented as I
changed my technique and circled the middle of the
glans with my fingertips, running them across the
sensitive lobes under the head and catching his
gee-string on the way. His gee-string was taut,
tension accentuated by Danny's tight grip on the
shaft-skin. Now I worked my fingertips up to the front
dome, encasing it and twirling my fingers around it,
spreading the steady flow of lube that poured from the
distended slit. Eric's breathing was heavy, and he was
gasping between moans. I saw his eyes close.
	I pressed my thumb hard into the vee-cleft under the
head as moved my other fingers back down to his rim,
sweeping them around the hard, congested flesh. Eric
grunted loudly as the new shock of sensation hit him,
and his legs began to tremble. I knew that although he
was trying to relax, he was totally caught up in the
torrent of sensations pouring into his straining
glans.
	I felt a hard throb in my fingertips and heard Eric
cry out sharply, and then a thick rope of white cream
shot upward from his hot hard tip. His hips bucked as
I applied a rapid twisting motion to his rim to bring
forth another hot jet. His glans throbbed between my
encircling fingers as he cried out helplessly, his
wails filling the room. His mouth was open and he was
almost hyperventilating as the fury of the orgasm
shook his body. The sharp chlorine odor of Eric's
sperm filled the air and I inhaled deeply, savoring
the rich aroma.
	I gave his corona another rapid twist and removed my
fingers as another torrent of sperm shot into the air
to fall back onto his prick and pubic hair.
	"Gettin' sensitive," I said, and watched danny bring
the foreskin up against Eric's turgid rim, making him
shoot another jet which was not quite as thick or
powerful. Eric's straining glans disgorged several
more loads that gradually subsided into a slow
seepage, lightening in color until the flow was clear.

	Eric became very still, stunned by the biological
hurricane that had just coursed through his body, too
dazed to say a word, and we watched the tension leave
him as his muscles unclenched. His breathing slowed,
although his eyes remained closed. As his prick
softened and lost its excessive sensitivity, Danny
brought the foreskin up to cover the head, at the same
time milking the shaft to capture the residue. As the
drops appeared, parting the lips of Eric's slit, Danny
licked at them, enjoying the rich flavor.
	We watched Eric drifting off into deep sleep, aware
that getting drained often exhausted him. Danny and I
went into the kitchen again, and I poured more wine
for us.
	"I've got a friend that Eric just loves to suck,"
Danny said. "You know how he loves sucking cheese from
a cock. Well, Tommy has a perfect cock for producing
cheese. It's smaller than yours or mine, and the skin
on it is so long that it forms a nozzle in front of
his cherry that's over an inch long. It's really
tight, and Tommy pisses through it all the time
without stretching it back the way we do. I've seen
him piss, and that nozzle is perfect, like the one on
a hose. He can aim without splashing. You and I can't
do that."
	"That's really something to see," I said, aware that
I had to pull back my foreskin enough to free the
slit, otherwise I'd splash copiously. I still forgot
that I now had a foreskin at times, and had splashed
myself embarrassingly a couple of times.
	"Eric loves to stick his tongue in there because he's
sure he'll get the taste of cheese, spunk, and piss
all at once. Tommy doesn't shake his cock after he
pisses, just lets it drain naturally, and with such a
long skin some always stays trapped," explained Danny.
I remembered a boy like that from when I was 12, and
was sent to a summer camp. This boy had a prick like
the one Danny had just described, and his pants always
smelled of piss around the crotch.
	"Do his pants smell?" I asked.
	"You bet they do!" exclaimed Danny. I wasn't
surprised. The way hygiene was de-emphasized during
the 19th Century had prepared me for that. People took
baths perhaps once a week, and changed their underwear
after the bath. I'd noticed yellow stains in the
crotches of Danny's briefs, and knew that they were
from urine and smegma that had oozed out into them.
Danny produced a lot of smegma, and although he tried
to retain it inside his foreskin, some inevitably
leaked from the end. As a matter of fact, it happened
to me as well, now that I was adapting to the 19th
Century and not taking a shower or bath each day. My
shirt collars were also developing dark rings, as I
now wore the same shirt for a week.
	Body odors were the norm, and I must admit that I
felt more relaxed now that I didn't have to pay close
attention to being odor-free. Deodorants were not in
common use, and the price of soap was high enough to
deter most people from daily washings.
	"I'd like to meet Tommy," I said. "I know I'd enjoy
watching Eric cleaning Tommy's dirty cock. Maybe you
can bring him along next weekend."
	"There won't be room enough on the bed for the four
of us," Danny pointed out.
	"It doesn't matter. You saw how we had fun here in
the kitchen. I've got four chairs around this table,
and anyway, we could always take a couple of chairs
with us into the bedroom."
	"You're right," Danny admitted. "We could sit in the
chairs and watch Eric working over Tommy's cock on the
bed."
	"We could play with each other while we watched," I
suggested. I know that would be fun."
	"You'd have to clean the rug afterward," Danny
laughed.
	"I guess the spunk comes out with soap and water," I
said.
	"Okay, then we'll bring Tommy with us next Saturday,"
Danny said. "Same time?"
	"That sounds good," I said, looking forward to our
next encounter.

The End of Part 4