Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2004 10:08:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: All in Good Time, Part 8, M/M, Sci-Fi, Con, 8/10

All in Good Time, Part 8
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 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, 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 next
Saturday, Tommy arrived and we had a tremendously
arousing foursome.
	Weeks later, Frank arrived on my scene, He was a gay
FBI agent sent into the past to investigate and, if
necessary, arrest me. He quickly decided to join me
rather than return to the future where he'd revert to
being circumcised and persecuted for being gay.
	Shortly after Frank's arrival, we encountered another
FBI tracker from the future, Matt, who had been
surgically implanted with a chip to enable the project
staff to monitor his location. Neither Matt nor his
superiors at the project were aware that all surgery
disappeared upon return to the past, and we were able
to dispose of Matt quickly and easily, thus negating
the threat. When we went to gather Matt's belongings
from his hotel, we were followed by Terry, who had
been pressed into service by the project as Matt's
"gofer." Terry was eager to join us, as he was
delighted that he'd regained his foreskin, which had
been amputated without his knowledge or consent during
surgery for a compound fracture when he was 13.

	The characters so far:
	Myself, Jack, age 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. Eric has a passion for
cock-cheese.
	Danny, about my age and height, brown hair and eyes,
erection about 7", long foreskin and loose sac.
	Tommy, standing about 5'10", slender, with a long
foreskin extending over an inch beyond the end of his
red cherry head, forming a long nipple through which
he was able to pee without splashing. Erect, he
measured about 5 ½" and his sac was loose like the
others.
Frank, age 35, my height, over six inches hard, with
low hangers, shapely  helmet and long foreskin
restored by time travel, as he's from my own time.
Terry, age 25, 5'10", brown hair and eyes, whose 6"
prick had a very long foreskin that he treasured.


Part 8:
	Frank, Terry, and I spent a restful night clustered
together in the cramped 1880s style bed, having fallen
asleep in each others' arms. Next morning we awoke at
the same time, sporting typical "morning woods."
	"Looks like we're all ready for action," Frank
observed as we pushed back the blanket and sheet. Our
rods were standing at attention for all to see.
	"I know I am," said Terry, having lost his shyness
because of the previous evening's experience with us.
"I always found that coming was hotter and more
intense with a full bladder."
	"Me, too," I added. "It also helps to pee afterward
to flush out my prick." I began stroking my foreskin
slightly, avoiding the intense movements that would
push me over the edge prematurely. Frank and Terry
joined in, and we sat on the bed facing each other,
legs spread and hard-ons pointing up.
	"I'd really like to do you," Frank said to Terry. `I
really like that long skin on your cock."
	"You guys have nice skins too," Terry said. "You both
have enough to cover your helmets when you're hard."
	"Yeah, but neither of us has as much as you do," I
said. "You're full-hard and you still have an inch
overhang."
	"Your hood's thinner than ours," Frank said. "It's
really easy to see the outline of your bell-shaped
head through that skin, even though your tip's not as
big as ours. I think that looks really sexy." He
reached to push Terry's hand gently away from his
prick and grasped it by the dangling foreskin tip,
shaking it easily from side to side.
	"Oooooh! That feels so good," Terry cried. "You make
my tip slide inside my skin, just like I used to do
when I was a kid."
	"Too bad that bastard doctor chopped you when you
were 13," I said, sympathetically. Terry had told us
how he'd been traumatized by his circumcision, and it
was easy to see how the incident had affected his
life.
	"But now I've got it back," Terry said. "I'd never go
back to my time," he added grimly as he reached for my
prick. "Anyway, if we went back to our time, you guys
might not have your skins for me to play with."
	Frank had changed his tactic, not sliding Terry's
long foreskin up and down the head. Each time he
uncovered the reddish bell, another whiff of Terry's
man-smell filled the air.
	"You make lots of cheese," Frank observed. "You
rinsed your cock last night in the shower, and this
morning you've got more cheese than me and Jack
combined."
	"I know Eric would go for that," I said as I felt
Terry's gentle fingers drawing back my hood. I reached
for Frank's prick and began working his fleshy
covering up and down his ample helmet. The air filled
with pheromones, the magic odor exciting us.
	"Hell, I go for that myself," Frank exclaimed as he
shifted position to bring his face closer to Terry's
prick. He slipped his tongue into the end of Terry's
foreskin nipple, probing for the prize.
	"Ever had that done to you? Under the skin, I mean?"
I asked Terry.
	"No, never," he responded. When I was a kid, I'd
never been sucked by anybody, and I've been back here
only a few days. You two are the only ones I've had
any sex with." He shuddered as Frank's tongue probed
deeper into this hood, seeking the precious
bell-shaped jewel. I saw the outline of Frank's tongue
flicking from side to side through the thin hood.
	"How do you like the way he's tickling your slit?" I
asked as Terry writhed at the intense sensation. "I
bet that turns you on."
	"It does, it really does," Terry whispered. "I never
felt anything like that before. I had a couple of blow
jobs back in my time, but that was after I'd been cut
and the head wasn't very sensitive." His fingers
tightened involuntarily on my penis as he spoke.
	"I like the way you're squeezing my head," I said.
Each squeeze makes my cock-root throb." I felt the
contractions deep inside me as Terry's warm fingers
clasped the end of my prick rhythmically. I did the
same to Frank's prick, making him grunt softly with
each squeeze. Now I saw Frank's tongue probe farther,
reaching into the triangular groove under Terry's bell
and tickling the gee-string.
	"OH-OH-OH!" Terry gasped loudly as Frank's tongue hit
the nerve endings in his frenulum, making him shudder
even more.
	"Your balls are tightening," I said, talking Terry
through his first blow job. "You won't last long this
way."
	"I'm so sensitive there," Terry whispered.
	"Frank's tongue is working your prick two ways," I
explained. "He's tickling your hot spot and at the
same time stretching your foreskin with his thick
tongue." Terry shuddered again as I spoke, and I knew
he'd be over the edge momentarily. Frank knew this
too, and grasped the wrinkled skin of Terry's sac,
prepared to tug it at the right moment.
	"Now Frank's tongue's going in deeper," I said. "He's
gonna work it around your rim and the groove behind
it." Terry's fingers let go of my prick as he became
totally absorbed in the wild sensations hammering his
prick, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds.
	"Just relax, and don't fight it," I instructed him.
"Just relax and let it happen naturally. You're gonna
let go any second and we're gonna enjoy the show." I
was still working Frank's foreskin over his glans,
taking long strokes that I knew he enjoyed.
	"OH_OH_OH!" Terry gasped as the mounting sensations
hit him. Frank's tongue was deep inside his foreskin,
circling the rim, probing the groove behind the head,
and driving him wild.
	"Your eyes just closed," I commented. "You're right
on the edge." At this moment Frank tugged on Terry's
sac, stretching the nerve endings in the tight skin,
and this triggered Terry's climax.
	"OH-OH-OH-OOOOOHHHHH!" he cried out helplessly as the
first wave of sensations overwhelmed him. I knew his
cock-root was pounding out the first jet, and I
grasped his hard rod lightly, my fingers feeling the
heavy pulse of the liquid blasting through his
urethra.
	"OOOOOHHHHH!" Terry cried as he fell backward, his
body writhing in response to the overwhelming
sensations. I saw Frank swallow hard as Terry's sperm
flooded his mouth.
	Terry was in the mindless throes of orgasm as Frank
continued to work his tongue around his most sensitive
part, the reddish bell that rarely saw the light of
day. Terry's shaft pulsed again and Frank swallowed
hard, drinking the hot liquid avidly. Terry's face was
flushed, and his entire body trembled as the massive
orgasm swept through him.
	"I'm sure he's too sensitive now," Frank said as he
removed his mouth from Terry's pulsing prick. I yanked
the shaft skin back hard, bringing the foreskin with
it, to bare Terry's straining glans into view. Terry
had a thick gee-string and as I put tension on it, it
pulled the front of the bell head down towards his
balls.
	"His tip's really dark red," I commented as Terry's
prick throbbed again in my clasping fingers and
another jet erupted, this time shooting freely into
the air in an arc that landed on Frank's face.
	"Just keep his skin back," Frank said as he tugged
hard on Terry's sac to maintain the tension. "We'll
keep him going until he's drained himself." Frank's
face was flushed as well, and I let go of his prick,
not wanting him to come until Terry had finished and
recovered.
	Terry's straining rod continued to throb in my
fingers, until the jets had slowed to a mere seepage.
Now the clean odor of chlorine filled the air, and we
inhaled the rich scent of Terry's cream. I felt the
prick begin to soften as I held it delicately, slowly
nudging the hood forward to envelope the shrinking
bell head.
	"That was nice, wasn't it, buddy?" Frank asked as
Terry opened his eyes, still dazed by the after-shock
of his release.
	"Oh, yeah," answered Terry. "I felt your tongue
working around the head, and when you hit the r
im, I was just out of it. I never knew it could feel
that good."
	"I felt the head getting harder against my tongue,"
Frank said. "It was really tight inside your skin, and
I had to push my tongue in hard to get to your rim.
Then you started coming, and I felt the bell head
throb against my tongue, and you were shooting your
juice into my mouth." Now Terry got up on one elbow.
	"You did me. Now I want to do you the same way." He
leaned forward, until his lips touched the pucker of
Frank's hood.
	"That's it, go ahead and do me," Frank urged as he
slid his hips forward. His sac was tight against his
body and I reached to grasp it as Terry's fingers
wrapped around his cock to steady it. Terry parted his
lips to engulf the bulging end of Frank's prick, and I
knew he was probing Frank's foreskin opening with his
tongue.
	"His skin's not as tight as yours," I said. "You'll
find it easier to get your tongue inside it. Frank
gasped and his eyes rolled, and I guessed that Terry's
tongue must have just reached his slit.
	"He's doin' my slit side to side," Frank gasped. I
began tugging gently on his sac, adding to his
sensations. Frank slowly let himself down until he was
flat on his back, and we clustered around him,
watching his excitement rise. Now Terry was crouched
over him, his mouth working its magic on Frank's
straining rod, and I was stretching some of the
wrinkles out of his scrotum.
	Frank was not breathing hard in ragged gasps as the
sensations hit him hard. Terry's lips circled the
bulge of Frank's rim. I saw Terry's tongue make a
bulge in the skin of Frank's prick, pushing deep into
the hood to probe his rim.
	"That's it, push your tongue deep into his groove," I
coached Terry. "Then work down to his hot spot under
the head." Terry moved his head slightly and as his
lips moved back, I saw the bulge of his tongue working
down one side of Frank's rim to reach the triangular
groove under the head. Frank's back arched at the new
sensation, and his face flushed. His breathing was
harder now, turning into staccato grunts.
	Frank's legs were parted, and I saw a slight tremor
in his thigh muscles as his excitement mounted. Now he
was grunting louder and faster, and I knew that
Terry's magic tongue would pull the orgasm from him
any second. His sac was tight against his body, and I
gave it a few gentle tugs to fuel his fire as I
caressed the insides of his thighs with my other hand.

	Now Terry's fingers tightened around Frank's shaft,
pulling downward to bare the big purple helmet, and he
cocked his head and began circling the rim and groove
again.
	"OH-OH-OH-OH!" Frank cried out, the raw sensations
overwhelming his consciousness and focusing all his
attention on the magic touches to his nerve endings.
His purple tip was darkening, and I knew he must be
feeling the delicious tickling sensations in his rim
from Terry's skilled tongue.
	"His eyes just closed, Terry," I said. I knew Frank
was on the brink as his tip ached for the explosive
release that was sure to come during the next few
seconds.
	"OOOOOOHHHHH!" Frank groaned as the first hot blast
of his orgasm hit him. I saw Terry's fingers clamping
down hard around the shaft, fingertips pressing hard
into the underside, pinching off his urethra.
	"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Frank yelled, rocking his head
from side to side, and I knew he'd ejaculated again,
but nothing came out of his straining helmet. Terry's
tongue worked frantically, circling the rim and then
plunging into the deep groove behind it for a sweep in
the other direction as Frank's prick throbbed visibly
in his encircling fingers. The odor of his wet helmet
and hood filled the air, and he howled in joyful agony
as the hot fury of orgasm swept over him.
	"I blocked his tube," Terry said as he removed his
mouth from Frank's straining prick. "It's making the
jizz back up into his bladder." I'd heard of this, but
wondered if Frank had ever experienced it.
	"It might be a new sensation for him," I answered as
Frank's howls continued to fill the air. Frank's hips
lifted off the bed for a moment, and then fell back.
Terry continued to clamp his shaft tightly as we
waited for the orgasm to end. Frank's helmet was wet
with lubricant and Terry's saliva, but not a drop of
cream slipped through the teardrop shaped lips of his
orifice.
	Finally Frank lay still on the bed as his body had
stopped shuddering. None of us moved, and Terry and I
waited for Frank to come out of his daze and open his
eyes. Terry's fingers still held the softening shaft
tightly. The purple helmet lightened in color as it
shrank.
	"Wow! That was so intense!" Frank said as he opened
his eyes. "Usually when I come it burns right through
my rod, but this time it went back into me."
	"Terry blocked your urethra and your sperm went
backward," I explained. "Most of it is probably in
your bladder."
	"That must be why I feel I have to pee so hard,"
Frank replied. "I've got to get into the bathroom
right now!" We helped him up off the bed and went with
him. Terry's prick was soft and arced down in front of
his, but mine was rigid, and swung from side to side.
Frank's had softened somewhat, but was still almost
horizontal. We gathered around the pedestal sink, and
Terry skinned back all the way to let his stream flow.
Frank had his prick over the edge of the sink, but
nothing came.
	"I feel I have to go, but just can't pee," he
complained.
	"Let's run some hot water over your dick," Terry
suggested. "It's good that you're already skinned back
all the way." Terry released his own prick and turned
on the hot water, scooping some up in his cupped hand.

	"That'll make you go," he said as he poured the hot
water over Frank's big purple helmet. "Don't be
surprised if you see a lot of come mixed in with it,
though." He scooped up another handful of water and
poured it over the end of Frank's prick. Standing next
to him, I felt Frank relax as the hot water soothed
him, and watched as a slow dribble began to seep from
his slit.
	"I think he need more water," I said to terry, who
now cupped both hands and poured the water over
Frank's quickly shrinking cock-head. The flow
strengthened, and we saw blobs of white pour out with
the yellow stream. Frank had a blissful look on his
face as he emptied himself, and Terry continued to
pour water over his prick to help him discharge the
last drops.
	"I guess that helped a lot," Terry commented as he
stretched his long foreskin beyond his glans.
	"Yeah, I think I'm all drained now," Frank replied as
he milked his prick, starting behind his balls and
working up the underside to the tip. Now he pulled his
ample foreskin forward to shroud the purple helmet,
and backed away from the sink.
	"Hey, how about Jack?" he asked, seemingly noticing
my rampant erection for the first time. Terry turned
and grasped my prick gently, sensuously sliding my
hood back and forth along the glans.
	"I'll take care of Jack," Terry informed him. "You
just sit next to us and watch." He led me back to the
bed and pushed me flat on the mattress. His hand still
manipulated my foreskin, loosening it so that he could
stretch it all the way back. Now he pulled it forward
again and bent his head.
	"Terry's gonna do you like he did me," I think,"
Frank said.
	"I hope so," I said as I felt Terry's tongue snake
into my foreskin opening, probing for my meatus. His
hot tongue touched it, making my prick jerk. Now he
held my shaft tightly with thumb and forefinger
clamped around the neck, just behind my rim, as he
pushed his tongue farther into my hood, stretching the
many nerve endings as his tongue caressed my helmet.
	"I bet you're so hot you'll pop any second," Frank
suggested as he grasped my tight sac, and I felt the
tension as he stretched the skin down.
	"I won't be able to hold off for long," I sighed as
Terry's tongue worked around my rim. He knew how much
he was exciting me, and was enjoying it thoroughly.
Now he released my prick with his hand and wrapped his
lips around it to engulf the front half of my prick as
his tongue probed farther, working along the back face
of my swollen rim and into the deep groove behind it.
	"Just relax, Jack," Frank said as he caressed the
insides of my thighs with his other hand. His light
touch tickled the hairs on my skin and sent tingles
deep into me. "Just close your eyes and let it happen
naturally." I did as he said, closing my eyes and
beginning to withdraw into myself as the combined
sensations became more powerful, heightening my
arousal. Terry's tongue was traveling around my rim
and groove, and now reached the underside of my
helmet, where the two halves of my rim meet to form
the triangular groove. I felt his tongue strum my
gee-string from side to side, and then I felt his
fingers retracting my foreskin expertly.
	"We're both gonna work on that big helmet," Frank
said as I felt him shift position, and the next second
I felt two tongues on my prick, Terry's working around
the left side of my rim and newly-bared groove, and
Frank's on the right.
	Their tongue-tips created an intense tickling feeling
in my rim, and I felt my helmet, freed from the
tightness of the foreskin, going into its final
swelling. My awareness of the outside world was fading
quickly as I became totally focused on the delicious
feelings in my lower body.
	The intense tickling feeling spread all over my
helmet, and then suddenly changed to a hot tingle, and
I knew I'd be blasting my load the next second. Hot
sparks of sensation stabbed deep into my straining
glans, and shot down to my cock-root. As the first hot
pulse began deep inside me, I felt powerful fingers
tighten around the base of my shaft, pinching off my
tube, and when the hot lava burst into my urethra, its
route forward was blocked. The surge backed up,
pushing past my sphincter into my bladder, making me
howl in a mixture of delight and surprise. I cried out
helplessly at the unfamiliar intensity of the
sensations, more powerful than an ordinary orgasm
where my cream shot out freely.
	I writhed and howled again as a second surge flooded
my tube before pouring into my already full bladder.
The third hot torrent made me cry out again, and my
entire body trembled reflexively.
	Suddenly my tip felt too sensitive, and I heard
myself screech just before the two tongues stopped
their maddening friction around my hard swollen rim.
	"His dick's really throbbing," I heard dimly through
the torrid haze of my orgasm. "Look at how purple the
head is." My prick pulsed hard, each pulse traveling
from root to tip, unaccompanied by the rush of cream
that usually follows each throb.
	"OOOOOHHHHHH!" I cried out as my bladder strained,
distending with the torrent of sperm pumping into it.
The iron grip around the base of my shaft ensured that
not a drop flowed forward to escape. I floated in the
limbo of the most intense orgasm of my life as Terry
and Frank held me in their grip, until the pulses
faded and I began to relax, stunned by the experience.

	When I opened my eyes, I saw Terry leaning down to
kiss my lightly on the lips.
	"You really blew your load," he said. "Your dick was
throbbing so hard I thought the head would burst."
	"Yeah, the head was really dark," Frank added. "Your
legs and whole body were shaking."
	"I think you're ready to let it all out," Terry said.
"Let's get you into the bathroom. I think we'd better
get into the shower this time." They helped me up, and
when we were standing in the bathtub, Terry pulled the
curtain around it and turned on the water. My prick
was still pretty swollen, with the big purple helmet
topping it, and the hot water flowed freely over it.
	The urge to pee hit me hard, and I groaned in ecstasy
as my body responded. The first trickle seeped hotly
up my shaft, searing the lips of my slit as it
emerged. The flow became stronger and soon was pouring
out of me at full force, interspersed with clumps of
white cream.
	"You'll really flush yourself out now," Terry said
encouragingly. I relaxed, leaning against Frank as my
bladder drained itself into the bottom of the tub.
Terry's fingers cupped my balls, the warm contact
helping me to pee freely, and in another minute I was
totally drained.
	"Let's milk you down," said Terry as his expert
fingers pressed into my tube behind my sac, pushing
the residue forward, and I felt the lips of my slit
distend with each drop because my tip was so totally
sensitive. He milked my shaft and then squeezed the
helmet to force out the last drop before pulling my
foreskin down over my shrunken tip. We soaped each
other thoroughly and then dried ourselves, the
caresses of the rough towel rubbing against our skins.
	We dressed and, after a quick breakfast, took the
horse drawn bus down to the hotel where Terry's room
was. He checked out and we helped him carry his bags.
Once back home, Frank and I watched as Terry unpacked
and showed us his kit.
	"They didn't really authorize this, but I packed a
lot of condoms," he explained as he showed us several
handfuls of foil packets. "I was sure I'd need them if
I had any contacts back in this time. I also brought
some extra stuff," he said as he brought out several
tubes of Miconazole cream, used to treat fungus
infections.
	"Lucky you did," I said. If you have any sex with
other guys in this time, you just might pick up fungus
under your foreskin."
	"Yeah, I had no idea I'd end up with my skin, but I'm
really glad I brought this stuff along."
	"The condoms come in handy for Princeton," Frank
added.
	"Princeton?" Terry asked.
	"Yeah, that's when you put your cock between your
partner's thighs," he explained. "You pump your dick
while you reach around him and jack his cock. The
condoms are really good for preventing hair burns. I
used them a few times back then, and now that my tip's
more sensitive I know I'll really need them."
	"Well, I learned something new today," said Terry.
	"I learned something new too this morning," I said.
	"I'm gettin' hungry," Frank said. "Maybe we ought to
get something to eat."
	"There's a restaurant a few blocks from here," I
suggested. "I really don't feel like cooking right
now." We put on our coats and walked to the
restaurant, where we ate with gusto. We'd certainly
spent a lot of energy that morning.
	Back at the house we stripped down, something that
seemed very natural to us, especially as the fall
weather was not so cold as to overcome the heat from
the stove, and we sat around the table, discussing how
we'd augmented our resources.
	"Matt brought a lot of money with him, I began. Now,
with Terry's stockpile and condoms, we're a lot better
off."
	"We'd better watch for any other trackers they send
back," Frank pointed out. "I'd hate to be forced back
to the future."
	"I'd really hate to go back there," Terry said, his
hand dropping protectively to his groin. I knew what
he meant.
	"At least you had 13 years with an intact prick," I
said. "We got chopped when we were babies, without
anesthesia. At least they put you under when they did
it."
	"Well, we wouldn't want to lose what we've regained,"
Frank said. "Sex is so much better now."
	"Speaking of sex, I'd really like to try Princeton,"
Terry said. "That sounds really interesting."
	"Well, since you've had a few hand jobs, you ought to
be the top this time," I suggested. "You put on the
condom and slip your prick between my legs." I got up
to lead the way to the bedroom.
	"I think you get a lot of lube naturally," Frank
said. "You ought to put on the condom dry." He tore a
packet and took out the latex sheath while I began
pulling on Terry's foreskin, working him up to full
hardness within seconds.
	"That feels so good," Terry said. I began working his
long fleshy tube back over his swollen bell shaped
head, whose eye was already weeping copiously.
	"You're pretty wet under there," Frank remarked as he
placed the latex roll on the front dome of Terry's
bell end. I held Terry's foreskin bunched behind his
rim as Frank unrolled it down to cover the tender tip.
The light contact made Terry's prick jerk. I removed
my fingers to let Frank unroll it to the base of his
shaft, where the ring held it tightly. Frank had left
a lot of slack at the end to allow movement.
	"It's a tight fit around the base," Terry remarked.
	"That's good. That way it won't slip off and that
tight rubber ring will constrict your veins. That'll
make your prick harder right from the start," I
explained. "It's loose around the front part, though,
so your prick won't have any problem sliding inside
it."
	"Jack's gonna need some lube," Frank said, reaching
for his bottle of Astroglide. "His cock's always a
little dry." Frank's warm fingers skillfully drew back
my foreskin and he poured several drops onto the
helmet, working the foreskin back and forth a few
times to spread the viscous liquid evenly. This made
my prick swell, and within seconds I was turgid. I lay
on my side facing away from Terry and raised my right
thigh slightly.
	"Okay, get in here behind me and slip your prick in,"
I said. Terry eased into place and I felt his prick
pressing against me behind my balls.
	"Let me adjust the rubber, Terry, so you'll have room
to slide," Frank said, and I felt his fingers between
my thighs shifting the position of Terry's prick
slightly. When I felt his hand withdraw I lowered my
thigh. Frank got up and came around to my side of the
bed, easing himself into a "69" position with me. His
prick was within inches of my face as I felt Terry
begin to thrust.
	"Now reach over him and stroke his dick," Frank said
to Terry. A moment later I felt Terry's warm fingers
wrap around the end of my prick, gently sliding my
foreskin back and forth over my swollen helmet. I
grasped Frank's prick around the middle, guiding it
towards my waiting lips. Although the foreskin fully
covered his helmet, I smelled his delicious man-smell.
	"Just stroke me and work your prick between my
thighs," I instructed Terry before placing my mouth on
Frank's hard staff. "Go at your own pace, and when I'm
ready to come I'll reach down and press your hot spot
to make you come with me." Now I thrust my tongue into
the opening of Frank's skin, tasting the salty
moistness, and probed farther into the receptive
orifice.
	"Try to make me come first," Frank said. "That way,
I'll get my jollies and you'll be able to concentrate
on Terry. I'm sure you can come together even the
first time." His last words were followed by a sharp
intake of breath, because I'd reached his slit and was
strumming the distended lips from side to side with my
tongue-tip.
	"Okay if I go a little faster?" Terry asked.
	"Any way you want, Frank replied, for I was busy
making love to his prick. I pushed my tongue-tip into
his wide-open teardrop slit, and then worked down
under the head to his sweet spot. As my tongue probed
between the twin lobes that formed the triangular
groove, it met his gee-string, and I strummed it from
side to side, making him shudder.
	"Jack, you're so hot, what you're fuckin' doin' to
me..." his voice trailed off. Now I clamped my fist
around the base of his staff, compressing the veins,
and within seconds I felt his helmet fill out even
more, as of he were on the brink of orgasm. I pushed
my tongue deeper into his thick fleshy hood, running
over the broad upper surface of his helmet on my way
to caress the rim.
	"This feels nice, really nice," I heard Terry say.
	"When you get near the end and you're banging away
like crazy, you'll be glad you're wearing the rubber,"
Frank gasped between breaths. "With that tender tip,
you'd be suffering from hair burns." I ran my tongue
around his rim, and then pushed farther to probe the
groove that rarely saw the light of day. I noticed
Terry's breathing was heavier now, keeping with his
increased effort, and I felt his hips slam against me
with each thrust.
	"Is this right for you?" Terry asked, his fingers
sliding my foreskin with increased vigor up and down
my helmet. I grunted what I hoped he'd understand as a
"yes" and continued to sweep my tongue around Frank's
groove. His glans was rock-hard, having lost any
sponginess right after I'd clamped my fingers around
him. With my other hand, I grasped the skin of his
prick behind the head and pulled it back to uncover
the prize. Now his naked helmet was between my lips,
and I had unimpeded access to its copious nerve
endings.
	As a trio, we were fueling each others' fires, adding
to our excitement. I felt both Frank's and Terry's
excitement, and Terry watched Frank's face as he
became more engrossed with the sensations I was
pouring into his bare helmet. I cupped Frank's balls
as I felt Terry's hot hard prick pumping between my
thighs, the bell-end bumping my balls with each
forward stroke.
	Terry was sliding back and forth inside the condom,
and I thought I could feel the ridge of his bell and
the thick ring of flesh encircling the neck of his
prick against the skin behind my sac. His breathing
was becoming labored, and I was concerned that he
might cream before Frank did. I lifted my thigh
slightly to reduce the friction against his prick,
certain that this would slow his race to climax.
	Now I locked my lips behind Frank's rim and twisted
my head to give him the sideways friction I was sure
would heighten his sensations. His legs began to
tremble, and a thick flow of lubricant poured from his
slit onto my tongue. I felt that now was the right
moment, and I moved my head back slightly, scraping my
teeth down the top surface of his helmet and the
gee-string underneath.
	Frank gave a loud cry as his hot hard helmet throbbed
against my tongue, and I tasted the sudden gush of his
chlorine-scented emission as he began to unload. I
felt the pulse in his shaft as his second load rushed
up his tube, and heard him sobbing at the sharp
sensations. I scraped his glans again to bring forth
his third gush, which shot right into the back of my
throat. I was swallowing hard, trying to keep up with
the flow, and feeling each throb as his straining
helmet hammered against my tongue. Now Frank thrust
hard, and his big smooth glans stabbed into the back
of my throat as he let out another cry of helpless and
joyful anguish.
	My fingers cupping his balls pressed into the tender
flesh behind them, and I felt each pulse in my
fingertips when he ejaculated. His load moans filled
the room, and I was sure that they were adding to
Terry's excitement.
	I stopped scraping Frank's helmet with my teeth, but
kept my lips closed around the head. I knew his tip
was becoming too sensitive, but I also knew that the
flow of thick cream was masking the sensations and
keeping him from feeling distress. He thrust a few
more times into my mouth and then began to relax as
the orgasm left his body. I swallowed again, conscious
that I'd involuntarily tensed the muscles in my thighs
as I'd felt Frank coming. Terry was close, and so was
I.
	Terry's fist clamped down on the end of my prick as
he thrust harder, whipping my foreskin over the
straining helmet, and I felt the onset of the deep
tickle in my glans that signaled that I was near the
brink. Now I tightened my thigh muscles, squeezing
Terry's ramming prick to heighten his sensations. I
let Frank's prick out of my mouth, pulling his hood
forward over the slimy head, and dropped my hand to my
crotch, ready to press my fingers hard into the
underside of Terry's thrusting prick.
	The deep tickle pervading my glans changed to the
familiar hot tingle, and I cried out "Here I go" as my
eyes closed. I felt the sharp contraction in my
cock-root as I pressed my fingertips into the hot spot
under Terry's thrusting glans to trigger his orgasm.
My prick gushed as I cried out helplessly, lost in the
throes of my orgasm, as the burning liquid rushed up
my tube and slammed through the lips of my slit.
	I heard Terry cry out in the distance as his hips
slammed against me harder than before, and I felt the
hard pulse in my fingertips as his discharge rushed
through the tube on the underside of his penis. I
grunted hard as another contraction gripped me, and
the spasm in my cock-root sent another heavy rush of
hot lava burning its way up my tube before it poured
from my distended slit.
	My mind was on "HOLD," and I hung on desperately,
keeping my fingertips pressed against the underside of
Terry's prick, feeling the deep vee under his glans
riding over my fingertips each time he thrust. I
didn't have to worry about his prick becoming too
sensitive, as he'd slow or stop when it did. His tight
encircling fingers flew over my prick, dragging my
foreskin along, back and forth over my straining
helmet, bringing forth more gushes.
	Terry had had my foreskin forward during my first two
discharges, and much of the hot cream had been trapped
under my hood, thereby softening the friction. My tip
was becoming tender, but the thick liquid acted as a
cushion, keeping the sensations from becoming too
sharp. Now he kept my hood forward as I shot again,
and the heavy film of cream softened my sensations as
my tip became over-sensitive.
	Terry was still moaning and grunting loudly as he
finished his orgasm, and his thrusts had lessened in
depth. My cock-root contracted again, sending a hot
spark of sensation up my prick as the boiling fluid
erupted from my tip.
	We all lay still, shattered by the overwhelming
sensations that had coursed violently through our
bodies. We bonded as we lay dazed, glad to be in such
intimate contact. Our pricks softened as our bodies
relaxed.
	"Let me get that rubber off you," said Frank as we
separated. He reached for Terry's prick and carefully
pulled the condom off, bringing the foreskin forward
to cover the cream-filmed bell head. "Let's keep that
juice inside your skin."
	"I think you'll really enjoy meeting Eric, one of our
friends," I said. "I went on to explain: "Eric loves
pricks with a lot of cheese under the foreskin. We
noticed yours gets pretty slimy even in a few hours,
and now with your cream added to the mixture, he'll
really groove over it."
	"We just might be able to get Eric over here
Saturday, when he's off work," Frank added. Between
now and then, don't skin back to wash."
	"Eric won't mind if there's a few drops of pee under
your hood," I went on. "He gets off on all natural
secretions." I got up, heading for the bathroom. Frank
and Terry followed. We stood around the sink, holding
our pricks aimed into the bowl. Frank and I skinned
back and let go our streams. Terry just held his prick
pointing into the bowl.
	"Skin back a little before your start," Frank urged
Terry. "You don't want your pee to flush out the
cream. If a few drops stay under your foreskin,
that'll be okay." Terry retracted his copious hood
enough to bare the lips of his slit, and I watched as
the stream parted them. When he'd finished he slid the
hood forward again without milking himself, and I knew
that the residue would be trapped inside his foreskin.
	"Let's get dressed now," I suggested. "We might take
a run downtown to see if Eric can come over Saturday."
I was looking forward to the encounter, which would
surely be heavenly for Eric, delightful for Terry, and
would provide a hot show for me and Frank.

The End of Part 8