Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 08:15:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: All in Good Time, Part 5, M/M, Con, Sci-Fi, 5/10

All in Good Time, Part 5
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Note: This story is fiction, and given the plot,
mainly science fiction or imaginative fiction. Time
travel would be very nice if it were possible to do it
as easily as described here, especially considering
the benefits that this story describes.

Summary: I'd been selected for a secret government
time travel project and traveled back to 1880 New York
City, where I'd met a gay guy, Eric, and his friend,
Danny. One of the benefits of being projected back in
time was that I was physically as if I'd been born in
1850, without vaccination and appendectomy scars, and
most importantly, without the circumcision scar I'd
resented all my life. For the first time, I'd
experienced sex the way it should be, with my fleshy
cuff intact. Foreskins were the norm in 1880, and few
males were without one.
	A major drawback was that I was unvaccinated, and
therefore vulnerable to the diseases, such as smallpox
and syphilis, that were so prevalent at the time.
Fortunately the people directing the time travel
project had sent along a survival kit packed with
extra money, modern medicines, such as antibiotics,
and a pistol. I was so charmed by the 1880s that I was
seriously considering staying there, evading any
attempt to bring me back to my time, the early 21st
Century.
	I'd established myself quickly, buying a house in
upper Manhattan, and had had Eric and Danny as guests,
which had resulted in hot sex for us. It had been so
exciting that we'd decided to get together the next
weekend, again at my house because it offered privacy
and amenities that Eric's rooming house did not.
	Eric, Danny, and I had several exciting sexual
encounters together in my new house. The last one
involved Danny "docking" Eric, and saving the combined
cream for Eric to savor later. That afternoon, we
continued, Eric sucking the accumulated juices from
Danny's prick, and then Danny and Eric used their
tongues around my helmet together to bring me to
orgasm. Finally, Danny and I worked on Eric, and I
used my fingertips caressing his naked glans to make
him erupt.
	Danny promised to bring his friend Tommy along next
time we met. Tommy had an exceptionally nippled
foreskin, and Eric loved sucking it.
	The characters so far:
	Myself, Jack, ago 30, six feet, brown hair and eyes,
six inch erection, long foreskin, and tight sac.
	Eric: My age, blond, blue eyes, erection 5 ¾",
low-hangers, slender build.
	Danny, about my age, brown hair and eyes, erection
about 7", long foreskin and loose sac.



Part 5:
	They came to my house a couple of weeks later. Both
Danny and Eric had had to work the previous weekend,
and we hadn't been able to get together. I'd spent
that weekend further adapting to life in 1880, buying
more clothes in anticipation of the approaching
winter. The clothes I'd been given for my trip were
cut in 1880s' style but were made of wash and wear
fabric, for minimal maintenance. Wash and wear was not
available in the 19th Century, and I had to buy an
iron to go with my new clothing. Steam irons and
electric irons had not yet been invented, and I had to
make do with a cast iron model that I heated on the
stove.
	Eric and Danny walked in that morning, and Danny
commented on my appearance:
	"How come you always look so neat, Jack? No matter
how hot it is, your collar's always unwrinkled, and
your pants look like you just pressed them." I
couldn't explain my wash and wear clothing, or that my
collar always remained unwrinkled, no matter how hot
and muggy the day might be.
	"Well, I'm always careful to press my clothes each
day, and use starch" was my weak explanation. I knew
I'd have to wear clothing actually made in that era to
present a suitably rumpled look, or risk attracting
more attention.
	"Tommy's gonna be coming in a couple of minutes,"
Eric said. "He stopped down the street to buy a bottle
of wine." I had been looking forward to meeting Tommy,
as Danny had described him in a very vivid and
enthralling way last time they'd been here. Meanwhile,
Eric and Danny began to strip, throwing their clothing
on the living room couch. It was a warm day, and as
their briefs came off, their low-hanging scrotums came
into view, with their dangling tubes of man-flesh
dangling in front of them. Eric's prick was smaller
than Danny's and the short foreskin left the very
front of his mushroom bare, just enough to view his
slit. Danny's larger prick had a full foreskin, like
mine, forming a nipple in front of the head's sexy
bulge.
	Personal hygiene wasn't a big thing during the 19th
Century, and their body odors were very noticeable. It
was rather pleasant, male musk mixed with perspiration
which was not quite rancid. I inhaled deeply, aware
that I must smell the same to them, as I had lapsed
from daily baths to about once a week, to be more
attractive to them. Male odors were appreciated back
then, unlike the soap and deodorant crazed 21st
Century. At the moment, there was a knock at the door,
and I went to open it.
	"Hi, I'm Tommy," said the blond man who stood in
front of it. Through his open-collar shirt I saw that
he had sparse chest hair, like the rest of us, but it
was blond. His blue eyes smiled at me as he extended
his hand. "You must be Jack." I shook his hand and
ushered him in, taking the bottle he offered me.
	"Well, the party's started already," he commented. He
was about 5'10" slender, and very much at ease.
	"Danny and Eric just jumped the gun, "I said with a
laugh. Let's you and me strip and join them." I began
removing my clothes and after a second he did the
same. We disrobed facing each other, throwing our
clothes on the ever-growing pile on the couch, eyes on
each other while Danny and Eric watched from the side
of the room. I noticed that his briefs had a large
yellow stain at the crotch. Like the others, Tommy had
a foreskin, but a very long one, forming a nipple over
and inch beyond where the slight bulge of the head
ended.
	"Your cock's a lot like Danny's," he commented as he
appraised me. "Bigger than mine, anyway."
	"You've got more skin than any of us," I countered.
"Danny told me you piss right through the skin. The
rest of us have to pull ours back." That probably
explained the yellow stain in his shorts, as residual
urine seeped out from under his foreskin.
	"Except for Eric," he replied. "His skin ain't long
enough to cover his slit. By the way, I have to pee.
Where's the bathroom?" I led him to it, and the others
followed. We watched as he stood before the toilet,
hands on hips, his prick pointing into the bowl. A
thin stream shot from the end of his foreskin nipple,
aimed perfectly into the center of the pool of water.
What Danny had told me was true: Tommy pissed straight
through his long foreskin without splattering. When
he'd finished, he gently squeezed his shaft between
two fingers, forcing the last drops out as he neared
the end. Yellow fluid oozed from the end of his
foreskin nipple, and then he released it. A couple of
drops remained on his fingers, and he took a piece of
toilet paper to wipe them. I was sure the inside of
his foreskin was very wet with his urine, which would
gradually leak out to add to the yellow stain in his
underwear.
	"You've got a really long foreskin," I said. "Can you
get it back at all?"
	"Yeah, but I don't bother. I can pee through it, and
I don't wash underneath because Eric likes me that
way." He smiled at Eric, who grasped his hand and led
him into the kitchen. We pulled the four chairs from
the table and sat in an arc facing each other. Eric
sat next to Tommy and began pulling on the end of his
foreskin nipple. We watched Tommy's prick begin to
swell, and soon he was at his full 5 ½" length,
slightly smaller than Eric. Even now, despite his
erection, the glans didn't make a significant bulge in
his foreskin. The core of his prick had lengthened,
filling most of the foreskin, but there was still half
and inch of nipple beyond the head.
	"I didn't wash in a long time," Tommy stated. Eric
leaned over to bring his face close to Tommy's crotch,
inhaling the blend of odors. Now he dropped from the
chair to his knees in front of Tommy and began pushing
his tongue inside the pucker at the end of the
foreskin nozzle. Danny and I watched Tommy's foreskin
distend as Eric's tongue pushed inside it and
stretched the delicate tissues, making Tommy sigh in
satisfaction. I felt Danny's hand on my thigh, and a
moment later his warm fingers closed around my prick.
I reached for him and gave his penis a couple of
gentle squeezes.
	"We both like watching," Danny murmured to me as he
gently kneaded my swelling prick. I felt him becoming
aroused too, from both the psychic and physical
stimulation.
	Now Eric's tongue had pushed far enough into Tommy's
fleshy tube for the tip to touch Tommy's slit, and we
watched it wiggle as he tickled the delicate orifice.
His fingers closed around the base of Tommy's penis,
dragging the skin back. The skin thinned as it rode
back over the glans and shaft, and now the front of
the cherry-red head appeared, with Eric's tongue
working around the slit.
	"That's why I said Tommy had a cherry," Danny
commented to me. "He almost never skins back, and his
tip's very red and tender." Tommy's body was tense as
a result of the insistent stimulation, and he began to
moan lightly.
	Eric continued to drag the thin foreskin off the
head, and now it came back to bare the rim, letting us
see the tip in its entirety. It was shaped much like a
cherry, to match its color, round, with a slight rim,
and a thick ring of white creamy substance in the
groove behind it. Eric's tongue now circled the glans,
lapping at the enticing wetness as the odor of Tommy's
bare-headed prick filled the air. It was a blend of
piss, smegma, and semen, combining in a way that got
Eric fully aroused. Eric's foreskin had slipped almost
all the way back, barely covering his rim, as his
erection had formed. The odor from his prick added to
the mixture of rich masculine odors n the room.
	"Eric's a real pig with Tommy's cock," Danny said to
me. "He enjoys it even more than he does mine." I saw
that readily, as Eric's tongue worked into Tommy's
groove, licking away the cream that lodged there.
	"Tommy's tip is very sensitive, like I told you,"
Danny continued. "When Eric wraps his lips around it,
he'll spunk. He just can't hold back. I saw that
Tommy's body was already shuddering under the impact
of the stimulation, and that his sac was tightening
against his body. I reached over with my other hand to
cup his balls, my fingertips pressing lightly into the
tender flesh behind them.
	Tommy's moans increased as Eric lifted his prick to
inspect the underside. The cleft under the glans was
filled with a thick pink frenulum, and when Eric
pulled back harder on the skin the tense gee-string
dragged the front of Tommy's sherry down towards his
feet. Tommy gripped the side of the chair's seat,
knuckles white with the effort. His chest heaved as he
took deep breaths, trying to relax, but Eric's efforts
overpowered him.
	Now Eric strummed the taut gee-string with the tip of
his tongue, swiping rapidly from side to side, making
Tommy grunt loudly with each loving stroke. Eric moved
his head forward slightly and his lips enveloped the
straining glans, making Tommy moan loudly in response.
Eric twisted his head to apply a deep and satisfying
wet friction to Tommy's engorged head, and we heard
Tommy grunt more loudly as his eyes closed.
	I felt a pulse in the skin behind Tommy's balls, and
saw Tommy's legs go straight out. He threw his head
back in the first paroxysm of orgasm as the hot
sensations washed over him. Tommy's cock-root pulsed
again and he howled as the full force of the orgasm
hit him like an express train. Eric pushed his head
forward as Tommy's hips lifted off the seat, and I
knew that Tommy's throbbing, shooting glans must be at
the back of Eric's throat. I saw Eric's Adam's apple
bob repeatedly as he swallowed urgently, taking in the
hot streams that poured into his mouth. Tommy's head
was back, and his screams of joyful agony grew louder.
	"His tip's too sensitive now," Danny said as he squ
eezed my rock-hard prick in excitement. "Tommy gets
this way before you and I do." Eric backed off,
releasing Tommy's prick, the glossy dark-red glans
spitting jets from its narrow slit. Eric's tongue was
there to catch most of the torrent, but a few drops
fell onto the tiled floor. We watched Tommy's prick
twitching as the juice continued to seep from the deep
cherry-red tip. Eric had relaxed his grip on Tommy's
shaft and the foreskin had slid forward to form a
thick cuff that gathered behind the rim and partly
overlapped it.
	"It's nice to have all that skin," Danny murmured to
me as his expert fingers continued to manipulate my
hood.
	"Yeah, he has lots of fun with it," I answered,
thinking that if Tommy had been born in my time he
probably would have been deprived of his foreskin
shortly after his birth, but I could not say this
aloud. I knew, though, that an overzealous doctor had
ripped mine off when I was born, as many doctors in my
time seemed to want to exterminate all foreskins,
possibly because they were circumcised themselves and
did not want any boy to grow up with something they
did not have.
	Tommy's prick had stopped twitching and the flow had
come to an end, with just a drop poised between the
lips of his slit. Eric ran his finger under the shaft,
milking the residue, and when his tongue touched the
front of Tommy's glans to lap up the drops, Tommy
winced because his tip was still super-sensitive.
	"I know that he really enjoyed it, but he sounded
like he was being tortured," commented Eric as he
skillfully drew Tommy's foreskin forward to protect
the shrinking glans.
	"You sound like you're being tortured too when you
spunk," Danny said. "I guess I do too."
	"I know I do," I added. I knew that we were all very
vocal when the fury of our orgasms ripped through our
bodies.
	Tommy's eyelids opened to reveal his eyes, glassy
from the daze that had overtaken him after his
shuddering climax. His voice was very soft as he said:
	"Man, that was good. I felt like all my insides were
shooting out through my cock." He put a hand on Eric's
head, caressing his hair affectionately. Eric drew
himself up and gave Tommy a light kiss on the lips, a
sing of his tenderness.
	"Think you're up to pleasuring Eric now?" Danny asked
Tommy.
	"In a minute, I think," was the reply. Eric and Tommy
changed places, and I reached down to cup Eric's balls
as he sat beside me. Tommy knelt and grasped Eric's
staff, which was rigid from excitement as I kneaded
the tight scrotum. He drew the skin back to bare the
groove behind the head and licked at the ring of white
secretion he found inside it, savoring the man-smell
and the man-taste. Danny put an arm around my
shoulders as he continued to work my foreskin slowly
and lovingly up and down my helmet. I was doing the
same to him with my left hand.
	"His tip's darker than mine," Tommy commented as he
moved Eric's foreskin up, stretching it to cover most
of the purple mushroom. The veins in the
tightly-stretched flesh stood out as Tommy manipulated
it tenderly, seeking to give Eric as much pleasure as
possible. Clear lubricant poured from Eric's slit,
showing us his level of arousal, and flowed down over
Tommy's encircling fingers.
	"It's too slippery," Tommy commented as he lost his
grip on Eric's foreskin, which immediately retreated
behind the head.
	"That's all right," Danny said. "Just work your
fingers over the head. He's pretty sensitive, and he
won't last long." Danny's prick was also dripping
heavily, and my fingers slipped on the foreskin as
well. I began caressing the swollen glans, using light
touches with my fingertips, because I didn't want
Danny to lose it unexpectedly.
	Tommy's fingertips began sweeping over Eric's exposed
mushroom, and Eric shuddered in response. His
breathing became heavy as the sensations poured into
his tender flesh, and I sensed that tension was
building in his body.
	"Go slow with me," Danny murmured, and I knew that he
was concerned that he'd miss Eric's finale if his eyes
closed and his body heaved in the throes of orgasm. I
felt Danny's fingers slowing on my prick, dragging the
hood back until it snapped down into the groove behind
my rim. Now he jiggled it very slightly, the fleshy
ring kissing the back-face of my corona to apply a
light touch to the receptors, enough to maintain my
erection but not enough to push me to the edge.
	Eric's legs were spread in front of him and Tommy
knelt between them, caressing the insides of his
thighs as his fingertips continued to move around
Eric's turgid tip, spreading the copious lubricant
evenly and stimulating his receptors. Occasionally
he'd stop rubbing and would squeeze Eric's tip
slightly to reach the deep-seated pressure nerve
endings. I saw that each squeeze made Eric's prick
twitch, and I knew that his cock-root tightened up
with each compression.
	"He's gettin' really hot," Danny said, and we watched
as Eric's head lolled back and his eyelids closed. He
was breathing heavily, panting between groans now, and
he grunted loudly when Tommy's fingertip pressed into
the vee-groove under the head. Now Tommy speeded up,
fingers flying over the compound curves of Eric's
glans, caressing every contour, every ridge, to bring
Eric to the brink.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" we heard Eric grunt as his
excitement mounted under the assault. His jaw
tightened and his legs began to tremble.
	"We're gonna see his spunk shoot," Tommy said, "since
the skin's back from his tip. Look at how dark it's
gotten. It feels hard, like a rock." Tommy's
fingertips were dancing over Eric's hot tip, applying
their messages of joy, sending Eric into ecstasy as
his prick began to twitch.
	"HUNNNHHH!" he wailed as the first hot jet spurted
from his slit to arc into the air before landing on
the tiled floor. Tommy moved his mouth to catch the
next spurt as he lashed Eric's hot hard head with his
fingers. Eric's hips bucked and rose from the chair,
his back arching, as he shot another thick stream into
Tommy's waiting mouth. The characteristic chlorine
odor filled the air as he continued to discharge, the
veins on his shaft bulging with blood as Tommy's
fingers now clamped tightly around the base.
	I felt Danny's fingers tighten around my shaft, an
involuntary reaction to viewing Eric's excitement. I
released Danny's prick-head, concerned that now the
slightest touch would set him off. Eric's rigid prick
continued to twitch and spurt, the jets now slowing
until they changed to a steady dribble. His orgasm was
tapering off, and his butt settled back down on the
chair seat.
	Eric's heavy grunts ceased and we knew that the high
point was past, and that he'd be sinking into the
sleepy daze that always followed his climax. Danny and
Tommy were very familiar with this, and they helped
Eric into the bedroom for a nap. I covered him with a
sheet, as a blanket would have been too warm for this
summer day. Air conditioning was still in the future,
and we had to endure the rapidly warming day.
	Tommy was fully recovered from the hot blast of his
orgasm, and eager to play with our pricks. He looked
at Danny and me and asked:
	"Okay, which one goes first?" I pointed to Danny.
	"I think he needs to spunk more than I do," I said.
Danny nodded and sat down in the kitchen, legs spread
out in front of him, his deep purple helmet fully
exposed and filling the room with its delicious
man-scent. I sat next to him and cupped his balls with
my right hand, fingertips lightly touching the tender
flesh behind them. Tommy sat on his right, half-turned
in his chair so that he could easily hold Danny's
shaft with his left hand and stabilize it pointing up
at a 45-degree angle. He placed the fingertips of his
right hand lightly on Danny's helmet and began
spreading the lubricant that was seeping steadily from
Danny's long slit.
	"Danny's got a big tip," he said to me. "Looks a lot
like yours. Does your skin stay back like his?"
Apparently he hadn't noticed when Danny had skinned
me, and then pulled my hood up to cover the head
again.
	"Yep, mine does," I replied. "You'll get a chance to
see for yourself after Danny spunks." My hood was
forward over my glans now, covering the precious
jewel. I'd pulled it forward after Tommy had had his
orgasm.
	"I like that," said Danny as Tommy's fingers worked
more aggressively on his bare helmet, spreading the
fluid around the body of the glans and down to his
flaring corona. Now Tommy twisted his fingertips
around the edge of Danny's rim, sending a shock wave
of sensation into his prick. I felt Danny's cock-root
twitch in my fingertips, and saw the shaft jerk. A
gush of lube spurted from his orifice, falling back
onto the engorged helmet. As it ran down, Tommy's
fingers caught and spread it over the turgid glans.
	"You did that to Eric, but he didn't do it to you," I
pointed out. "I guess your tip's too sensitive to
touch directly. Anyway, the tongue bath he gave you
really got some action out of you."
	"Right," Tommy answered. "My tip's very sensitive,
more than any of yours'. Us guys with red tips are
really sensitive. That's why I don't wash it much. If
I pull my skin back and touch it with a washcloth, it
almost hurts. Same if I touch it with my finger. When
I was younger I'd just pull the skin back and run
water over it. That was enough. Now, I leave it alone
because I know that's what Eric likes."
	"Ever have trouble pulling your foreskin back when
you were a boy?" I asked. As we were speaking, Tommy
continued to stroke the head of Danny's prick, and I
noticed that Danny was paying rapt attention to the
conversation. I knew that, like me, Danny found
talking about pricks very arousing.
	"When I was very young I couldn't pull it back at
all, but that's the way most kids are. By the time I
got old enough to spunk, I was able to get it back off
the head."
	"I guess you stroked yourself just using the
foreskin, then," I concluded.
	"Oh, sure I did. The first time I spunked I just
moved the skin up and down, never off the head, like
I'd seen other kids do. A few had long skins just like
me, and that was the way I learned."
	"What happened then?" I asked. "What was it like the
first time?"
	"I moved the skin up and down and then I got a
tickling feeling in the head. The tickle got bigger,
and I had to keep stroking. It felt really nice, and I
moved the skin faster. I just couldn't stop. Then I
felt a sort of explosion inside me, and I saw stars. I
got this tremendous feeling in my cock, and it got too
sensitive to touch at all. I just sat there, paralyzed
and then after a minute the feeling stopped. I thought
I'd hurt myself because I'd never felt anything like
it before. I also was crying because the feeling was
so powerful."
	"That's something like what happened to me the first
time," I said.
	"Me, too," contributed Danny, who began to breathe
heavily as the excitement built inside him. "I thought
I'd hurt myself, even though I'd seen other boys my
age spunk themselves."
	"It was so strange," added Tommy. He looked down at
Danny's prick, and shifted his grip to the base of the
shaft. "Danny's cock's real hard, but I'm gonna make
it harder." He gripped the shaft tightly, clenching
his fist to make the veins stand out.
	"You're gonna make the head swell more," I said as I
continued to cup Danny's sac. It was tight in my hand,
the thick skin heavily wrinkled because it was so
contracted.
	"That's the idea," said Tommy. "I can feel how hard
the head is already, and it's gonna get harder. Watch
how it gets darker too." We scrutinized Danny's
bare-headed prick as the glans turned a darker shade
of purple, and the rim flared dramatically.
	""Making his head swell like that makes it more
sensitive," Tommy explained. "I did this to him a few
times, and it really gets him hot."
	"I think my head gets more sensitive when it gets
harder too," I said. Danny's legs had tightened, as
had his stomach muscles.
	"We'll try it on you next," Tommy said as his fingers
flew over the naked purple helmet, and I heard Danny's
breathing become heavier. "I like to feel a new cock,
peel the skin back and see what's inside." The thought
made my hooded prick twitch. I'd been hard from the
beginning, and I knew that if anyone touched it now,
I'd be on my way to orgasm.
	"I like watching you get Danny off," I said. I know
what he's feeling, and I know that he'll be spunking
any minute now because of what you're doing." My
voyeurism was irresistible, and I couldn't tear my
eyes away from what Tommy was doing, even if I'd
wanted to.
	Danny was grunting now, reacting to the intensified
stimulation of his helmet, and I began to knead his
balls gently to add fuel to his fire. His hips were
bucking slightly, and I wondered if they'd jump off
the chair when the full force of the orgasm hit him.
	"I just love to make a guy spunk," Danny said.
"Specially a hot guy like Danny. I like how hard the
head gets, and when he goes off I can feel it
throbbing in my fingers. When he starts, I'm gonna
hold the head with my thumb on top and the other
fingers in the groove under it. Then I'll feel every
spurt."
	I'll feel him go before you because my fingers are
behind his balls." I felt the tension in Danny's body,
and knew the dam would break any second. He was
already moaning uncontrollably.
	"His eyes just closed," Tommy pointed out to me. "Any
second, now." Danny threw back his head, his face
ruddy, as his legs started trembling hard.
	"Now!" I shouted as I felt the first heavy pulse in
his tube behind his balls. Danny howled as the first
shock went through his body, and I saw Tommy grip his
helmet with his fingers under the head. A long thick
rope of cream slammed through the lips of Danny's slit
to shoot into the air, falling on the kitchen tiles.
His hips bucked as I felt another hard pulse behind
his balls, and the second heavy stream erupted from
his dark purple helmet.
	Danny howled loudly as I felt the third shock wave in
his tube, and we both watched, fascinated, as the
torrent of cream gushed from his tip. Tommy wasn't
rubbing his glans anymore, but just holding it so that
he could feel the jolts. Danny's prick was twitching
as he continued to pour his life-force into the air,
and Danny's fist held it around the base, still
compressing the veins but not tightly enough to block
the urethra. We inhaled deeply, enjoying the heavy
odor of chlorine as Danny's sperm flooded the floor.
	We didn't have to worry about over-sensitivity, as
Tommy's fingers were just holding the big helmet, and
we relaxed and enjoyed the show as Danny shot another
load that poured down onto the floor in a sharper
trajectory. Now the jets relented into a steady stream
that lightened from the milky whiteness of the
previous ones as he drained his tanks. He was still
moaning loudly, totally entranced by the sharp
sensations pouring through his body. His mindless
moans were music to our ears.
	Danny's groans softened, and I felt his body begin to
relax as his orgasm tapered off. The long slit at the
front of his deep purple helmet was still distended,
but now was merely seeping clear fluid instead of jets
of cream. Danny released his prick, letting it deflate
as the magic moment ended.
	Danny's prick was no longer pointing straight out,
but had drooped into an arc as his erection faded. The
big head was still swollen and dripping, but the
extreme swelling was gone. The foreskin was still
gathered in a thick collar behind his flaring rim, but
the skin of his shaft was no longer taut, and I knew
we'd be able to roll the protective hood down to cover
the purple pearl within a few seconds.
	I withdrew my hand from between his thighs and
grasped the roll of foreskin, dragging it down to
engulf the precious head. Danny sighed deeply as his
body relaxed, and his head drooped on his chest.
 	"Now I'm going to do you," Tommy said as he gently
clasped my prick with his expert fingers. "First I'll
slide the skin down, slowly, so you can feel it
stretch." I felt the delicious sliding and stretching
sensations as Tommy dexterously worked my hood back.
	"I like to see the head appear," he continued. "Yours
is big, like Danny's and sexy purple too. Now I'll see
how your skin stretches over the big rim." His fingers
continued their traction. "Man, that skin's really
stretching over the flare in your rim." He pulled a
little farther and my foreskin snapped into the deep
groove behind my glans.
	"That's a nice rim, like Danny's, but you don't have
as much cheese," Tommy said. "You've got something he
don't have- those little bumps around the rim I've
seen on some guys. They sensitive?"
	"Mine are pretty sensitive. That's where the nerve
endings are." Tommy ran a finger experimentally around
my corona and my prick twitched in response.
	"You felt that, didn't you? I like the way your rim
flares," he said. "The rim's even darker on the
back-face." He dipped a finger into a pool of Danny's
cream on the floor for lubrication and spread it
around my rim. The thick fluid softened the sensations
and my prick didn't twitch this time.
	"You don't lube much, not like Danny and me," he
explained. "I know it feels a lot better with lube, so
I'll use Danny's spunk." He picked up another thick
drop. "I'll spread it all over the head, get you nice
and wet." His fingertip worked around the front dome
of my helmet and down the sides in ever-widening
circles until it circled my rim again.
	"Now let's see how you are underneath," he continued
as he lifted my penis to view the underside. "You've
got a thick tube for your piss and spunk, and it runs
into the groove under the head. That's a deep groove,
really wide, and it almost looks sculptured. I really
like that." He caressed my gee-string with his
fingertip, and my prick twitched slightly.
	"You're really hot there," he continued. "I love to
explore a new cock and see where it feels good to
touch it. Now I'll work up around your rim again
because of those nerve endings." His fingertip
circumnavigated my corona, pausing momentarily under
the head to strum the gee-string.
	"Now I'm gonna stretch your skin back hard and
squeeze the base of your cock. I know your cock's
hard, but this is gonna make it swell more, especially
the big head." I felt the pressure of his fingers
clamping around the base of my shaft as he dragged the
skin back as hard as he could, and I felt a fullness
in my glans as well.
	"I'm clamping your veins now. Look at the big one on
the right. It's really bulging now that I'm squeezing
your cock hard." I saw that my big vein was distended,
as was my glans.
	"That's really nice, the way you're doing it," I
murmured approvingly. "You'll just pull the spunk out
of my prick now."
	"You're really feelin' it now. The head's really
dark," he commented. "That rim's flaring out even
more." His fingertip continued circling my turgid
corona, but faster, and my breathing became heaver.
	"I feel it..." I said. "I can really feel it. There's
a tickle in my rim now." I began to moan.
	"Now I'm gonna use all five fingers on the head. It's
really hard now." His fingertips began working around
my well-lubricated helmet, sending thrills into my
sensitive flesh wherever they touched, and my moans
grew louder as the tension built.
	"That's it, that's it, let it happen," he said as he
massaged my helmet lovingly. "The tip's really hard
and dark now, and you're gonna spunk any second."
Danny now had revived and he slid a hand between my
thighs to cup my scortum.
	"Pull on the skin of his balls," Tommy urged Danny.
"Get that skin nice and tight!" The combined
sensations of Tommy's fingertips flying over my glans
and the delicious stretching of the skin of my scrotum
drove me closer to the brink and I began grunting
loudly.
	"He's almost there," Danny added. He began tugging on
my sac rhythmically, expertly fueling my fire further
and I grunted between ragged breaths. I felt my eyes
close as I withdrew into myself, unable to focus on
anything outside my body, totally dominated by the
intense sensations.
	"Look at how shiny his tip is," Tommy said to Danny.
"That skin's stretched tight, and his tip must be
tingling now." My glans was indeed tingling with
sensation, and I knew I was on the brink with these
two hot guys working on me.
	"HHUUNNNNHHHH!" I cried out as the tingling feeling
in my helmet exploded, shooting down to my cock-root
where it triggered my orgasm. I felt the heavy
pounding begin deep inside me as my cock-root
contracted spasmodically, shooting the first jet into
my urethra. The torrent of hot lava rushed up my tube,
rounding the bend up into my glans, searing the lips
of my slit as it slammed through them into the air.
	"HHUUNNNNHHH!" I cried out again as the second hot
liquid gush seared its way up my tube, and I threw my
head back in ecstasy.
	"His tip's really throbbing now," Tommy said. "I can
feel it in all my fingers."
	"He shot three feet," said Danny, who apparently had
been watching avidly. "I can feel the throbs in his
balls too." I cried out helplessly as another hot jet
burned its way up my throbbing prick and my tip
suddenly became super-sensitive.
	"I love the smell of his spunk," said Tommy.
	I squeaked at the sudden sharp sensations, and I felt
Tommy's fingers stop as he realized that more friction
would cause me distress.
	"He's too sensitive now," he said as he pumped the
skin of my shaft up and down, carefully avoiding
rolling it over my engorged rim. I shot again, but
with less fore now, because my climax was tapering off
quickly. Although my cock-root was still throbbing,
the fluid merely seeped up my tube and oozed from the
tip.
	"He's slowin' down," Danny voice reached my ears.
	"Yeah, he is," confirmed Tommy. "He's still gettin'
the thrill, though."
	"It's a really hot thrill," added Danny. "I could
feel it."
	"I felt it in his cock," said Tommy. "I felt every
throb in the head each time he spunked." I felt myself
sinking into a daze as the high of orgasm left my
body, and I became limp.
	A couple of minutes passed until I opened my eyes,
and then I saw Tommy's face close to mine and felt his
warm lips on mine. He kissed me tenderly and said:
	"I really enjoyed that, brother. I felt and watched
you spunk all the way."
	"It was hot watching Jack spunk," said Danny. "His
cock was jerking in your fist." I felt my erection
subsiding as Danny spoke, and a feeling of total
relaxation came over me. Tommy's fist released my
shaft, which drooped forward.
	"Let's get his skin covering the big head again,"
said Tommy as his fingers gently pulled my hood up
over the glans. Danny released my balls and began
caressing the insides of my thighs. Now he leaned into
me and I felt his soft kiss on my lips.
	"Thanks, guys," was all I could say. I knew that this
wasn't the end for us. We'd meet again for more hot
thrills.

The End of Part 5