Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2013 08:24:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Foreskin Boys, Part 3, Young Friends

Foreskin Boys, Part 3

By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     Next day Jimmy and I again wound up in my bedroom, eager to try
jerking inside my extra long foreskin. We hurried to get naked, as we were
intensely curious about how it would feel. This time, instead of sitting
side by side at the edge of the bed, we lay facing each other, fingering
each other's pricks, which sprang up rapidly into hard boyish erections. As
he slid my foreskin back to uncover my glans all the way back to the
corona, Jimmy said:

     "Our tips are about the same size, so you should have no trouble
pulling your skin over mine."

     "I think so too," I said. "I'm gonna push your foreskin all the way
back, though, so it's not in the way." I slid Jimmy's foreskin all the way
back, uncovering his ridge and holding it back tightly along his
shaft. "You've got such a nice looking tip," I told him as I edged my body
toward his, so that the front domes of our helmets were in contact.

     "Wow, this is the first time I've felt your tip against mine," he
said.  "It's so hard, and so smooth. It's beautiful too." He was still
holding my hard prick, and now he began slipping my foreskin forward so
that it covered my helmet. His touch was delicate and erotic. Using the
fingers of both hands, he stretched the opening and slipped it over his
turgid glans, right down to the rim.

     "It's a perfect fit," I said, and kissed him on the lips. He pulled
harder on my foreskin, stretching it to cover the groove behind his
corona. This was our first attempt at what we later found out was called
"docking."

     "Am I pulling too hard? Let me know if I'm hurting you," he said.

     "No, it's just right," I told him. "My foreskin's stretchy, like
yours.  That'll give us room to move it." I released the grip I had on the
base of his shaft as he began sliding my foreskin over both turgid tips.

     "I love the way your tip feels against mine," he commented. "So
smooth, so hard."

     "Same here," I agreed. "It's nice to feel your head inside my
foreskin." He thrust slightly, the front dome of his glans compressing
mine, sending a thrill down my prick.

     "It's really nice having my head inside your skin," he said. "Jerking
off with mine is nice, but this is a different feeling."

     "We're both so hard," I told him. "I want to take it easy so the
feeling lasts." I grasped the end of my foreskin, and he removed his
fingers.

     "Oh, yeah," he concurred. "I wouldn't want this to be over too fast,
it feels so good." I was using my usual three-finger grip, thumb on top
with index and middle finger underneath. At this point I realized that I
was lucky to have such a long foreskin, because it allowed me to use long
strokes over his glans and mine. On the back-stroke I was able to stimulate
my entire glans without uncovering his, and on the forward stroke I was
able to flick my thumb over his ridge.

     We were both staring fixedly at our pricks between us as our
excitement rose. With our two pricks end to end, there was about seven
inches between our abdomens.  As we didn't yet have pubic hair, we were
able to see their entire lengths.  Jimmy was now holding his prick by the
base with his free hand, making sure his foreskin stayed back and keeping
his prick perfectly aligned with mine.

     "I love this," he sighed deeply, and then came forward to kiss me on
the lips. He put his other hand between my thighs to tickle my scrotum. I
took my cue from him and eased my free hand between his thighs to return
the favor, and he sighed deeply again. A thought occurred to me:

     "I bet cut guys like Alex would love to feel a foreskin over their
heads. For them, it would be a totally new experience, since their
foreskins were cut off when they were born."

     "I'm sure you're right," Jimmy agreed. "You and I have had our skins
all our lives, but Alex never knew what having a skin feels like. He told
me he pulls his shaft skin up over the head when he jacks, but it's so
tight he can only bring it over his rim. That's enough to get him off, but
his dick is sore afterward from all the pulling and stretching."

     "We'll have to try it with him one of these days," I said.

     "You mean you'll have to try it," he pointed out. "My skin isn't long
enough to cover his head and mine." As he was speaking another thought
occurred to me:

     "Maybe you could stretch your foreskin to make it longer," I
suggested. "I think mine's gotten a bit longer since I started jerking
off."

     "I'll give it a try. Each time I take a shower I can tug on it for a
couple of minutes, and maybe it'll stretch out a bit over time."

     "I bet you can stretch your foreskin so it's as long as mine," I
assured him.

     I like the way you're doing it now," he said. "You're rubbing your
skin over my rim, and your fingers are pressing into my hot spot under the
head where the gee-string is."

     "I know that's making it hot for you because it's doing the same for
me. My ridge is sensitive, and so is my gee-string underneath," I replied.

     "Too bad our tips are covered," he said. "I'd love to see them now,
juicy and purple."

     "I know they're pretty juicy," I told him. "I felt a few drops of lube
crawling up my tube, and our heads are more slippery now."

     "I've been juicing too," he said. "I can feel my tip's really wet."

     "The friction's a bit less now," I informed him. "That means we'll
last longer."

     "That's nice. I think the longer it takes for us to get there, the
hotter it's gonna be when we do come" I knew he was right, as I'd also
noticed that a slower, longer build-up made for a more intense orgasm.

     "I know your tip throbs when you start coming," I added. "Mine does
too.  We'll be able to feel each other's throbs when we finally come." The
thought made my excitement surge.

     "I noticed that lately I don't have such a strong feeling I have to
pee," he told me. "Now I get more of a tickle in my rim."

     "Me too," I agreed. "I feel a strong tickle, and it spreads all over
the head, and when it starts tingling I start coming." I sensed tension
building up in his body, and realized that our discussion was stimulating
him as well. Our breathing had become more rapid and shallow.

     "I think we're gonna cream soon," he muttered.

     "Where did you hear that, creaming?" I asked.

     "Last week, between classes, Jerry and I were talking about jerking
off and he called it creaming," he replied. "We got to talking about it
because we both have skins." Jerry was the eighth grader we'd seen
masturbating in the boy's room.

     "I'm feeling a tickle in my rim," I whispered. "Are you?"

     "It just started," Jimmy replied in a murmur. His legs began
trembling.

     "Brace yourself," I warned. "This is gonna be a hot one." I felt a
tremor in my legs as well, and knew I was as close as he was. Jimmy kissed
me again and said:

     "Okay, let's go for it now!" I stepped up my pace, my fingers flying
over our joined pricks, stroking my long foreskin hard over our swollen
tips. My eyes shut, the tickle became intense, and then a tingle started. I
felt a hard spasm deep inside me and I cried out helplessly. Jimmy yelped
and I felt his glans throb hard against mine as his body began shuddering.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" we both grunted as his prick throbbed between my
fingers and our orgasms swept us away. I was throbbing and shuddering with
him as we tumbled into the free-fall of our orgasms. Feeling his hot hard
helmet throbbing against mine made my sensations more intense as I
mindlessly thrust my hips forward, pressing my glans hard against his.

     Our tips throbbed at the same instant and we cried out again, reacting
to the heightened sensations that filled our pricks. Spasm after spasm
rocked the root of my prick as I floated through space, consumed by the
blissful agony of my orgasm. Feeling Jimmy's prick throbbing, both against
my glans and between my fingers, added to my excitement. We were gasping
and sobbing at the intensity of the sensations when I felt my tip become
super-sensitive. Despite the excessive sensitivity, I stroked my hood a few
more times before I had to stop.


     We lay very still, pricks still joined inside my foreskin, for a
couple of minutes. Then our erections subsided and I felt his prick sliding
out. I opened my eyes and said:

     "Gee!  That was great!" I kissed Jimmy on the lips.

     "Yeah, man," he replied. "We really creamed."

     "Without the cream," I added. "I don't know when we're really gonna
start creaming like Jerry does."

     "I looked it up in the encyclopedia last week," I said. "The
scientific term is called "`orgasm'."

     "Well, we'll have to talk to Alex and find out if he wants to have an
orgasm with us," Jimmy riposted. We got up and went into the bathroom to
shower, as we were hot and sweaty from our exertions. The hot water flowed
over our bodies, wetting us thoroughly, and we soaped each other.

     "We'd better skin back to rinse our pricks," I suggested. "We've got
all that cream inside our foreskins." Jimmy reached down, but instead of
retracting his foreskin, he pushed mine back off my helmet to lock behind
my high flaring corona.

     "I like the feel of your long skin," he whispered. I reached down and
skinned him back, leaving his hood locked behing his flaring ridge. The hot
water running over our liberated tips stimulated our bladders, and our
yellow streams mixed as they flushed the residue from our urethras.

     "The water makes me tingle when it hits my tip," I declared. The
needle jets were very stimulating, and I took the shower head down off its
hook. It was attached to a hose, allowing me to run it all over my body and
Jimmy's. I directed the needle jets onto his exposed tip, and Jimmy
responded by gasping as his prick began to swell again. At our age, we got
hard very easily, and mine was already at half-mast. We were both rock-hard
in seconds, and Jimmy said:

     "I think we can come again with that spray." I nodded and continued to
stimulate his bare tip with the hot needle jets, first running them along
the top of gis glans, and then underneath, shooting the jets into his
triangular groove and gee-string.

     "This is doing it for you," I said. "We're both really sensitive down
there."

     "Oh, yeah, Jack," he moaned. "I'm gonna come in a couple of seconds."
His eyes closed, and I wrapped my free arm around his waist as I continued
to work the hot spray on the underside of his dark purple glans.

     "Go ahead and come," I urged. "Don't worry about falling because I'm
holding you up." I saw that Jimmy's balls were tight against his body and
that his eyes were closed now, shutting out the world outside his body. His
stomach muscles tightened and then he grunted:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" as the first jet flew from his wet purple tip,
splattering against the shower wall. He kept grunting and groaning as more
jets erupted from his slit and his body slumped against mine. After five
discharges, it was over, and his breathing returned to normal. I held him
tightly as he recovered, and then he opened his eyes and took the
showerhead from my hand.

     "It's your turn now," he said as he aimed the hot, intense jets at the
underside of my glans. I gasped, enjoying the heavenly feeling as the water
jets produced an intense tickle in my frenulum. I felt his free arm snake
around my waist as my sensations built up. He kissed me on the cheek as he
said:

     "Now I'm gonna make you cream like you did me." My scrotum was drawn
up against my body as the tickle in my tip intensified, and I felt the
magic moment approaching. I closed my eyes, focusing totally on the
sensations in my tortured tip. My muscles tightened all over as my
breathing grew shallow and rapid, and in a few more seconds the tickle in
my tip exploded and I felt the first burning jet searing its way up my
urethra as I grunted:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" My prick throbbed hard with each contracting, and
I felt the torrents of sperm boiling out of my prick, slamming through the
lips of my slit. My knees buckled, but Jimmy's strong arm kept me from
falling as I slumped helplessly against him. Blissful agony swept through
my body as I shot again and again. Finally, it was over and in a minute I
opened my eyes.

     "Man, you really blew your load," Jimmy told me. He put the showerhead
back on its bracket and milked my urethra as I did the same for him,
forcing out the residual cream. After a final rinse, we pulled our
foreskins down to protect the precious heads and shut off the shower.

     The next day, during lunch period, we caught up with Alex and offered
him a chance to join us, after explaining what we'd done the previous
afternoon. To say he was surprised would be an understatement:

     "Wow!  I'd never even though of doing that. Sure, I'd love to have you
make me come by pulling your skin over my head. I know it would feel better
than when I jerk off, pulling the little skin I've got left up over my
ridge. I have to pull so hard it leaves my cock sore for a couple of days."

     "Want to try it this afternoon?" Jimmy asked. "Jack's parents both
work, and don't get home until almost six, so we can go to his house." Alex
agreed, and we met at my house after school let out. In my bedroom we all
stripped down. Alex stared at our crotches with admiration, envious of our
ample foreskins.

     "I sure wish I had skin over my head like you guys," he said. "I'd
love to be able to jerk off the way you do." We sat on the bed, Alex
between us, and Jimmy reached down and began squeezing Alex's helmet-shaped
glans. Alex sighed in delight, and grasped Jimmy's foreskin-covered
prick. He began tentatively sliding the foreskin, and Jimmy's penis snapped
to attention.

     "This is so cool," Alex commented. His prick was now at full mast, and
he began stroking Jimmy's foreskin more quickly. "I like the way the skin
comes up over the head and then pulls down again. Is that okay?" he
asked. "Am I doing it right?"

     'You're doing fine," Jimmy reassured him. "Keep it up and you'll make
me come in a minute." Jimmy kept squeezing Alex's glans, and I caressed the
insides of his thighs. Jimmy's breathing was faster now, and Alex increased
his pace. I sensed the electrifying tension building in Jimmy's body, and
when his outstretched legs started trembling, I knew he was close.

     "Any second now," I murmured in Alex's ear. Jimmy's hand dropped from
Alex's prick as he began withdrawing into himself, and I took over, gently
jiggling the shaft-skin to maintain his erection.  Jimmy's eyes closed and
his face contorted as climax approached. Now his body jerked and he fell
back on the bed as the orgasm overpowered him.

     "AH-AH-AH-AH" he cried as he shuddered hard. Alex, staring fixedly at
Jimmy's prick, kept stroking the foreskin up and down revealing and
covering the throbbing purple glans. Jimmy's hips bucked as he yelped
again, caught up in the hot frenzy of his orgasm.

     "I can feel his cock throb so hard," Alex said. "Hotter than mine
does."

     "That's because someone else's hand is on his prick," I said. "It
always feels better than your own hand." Jimmy convulsed a few more times
and became still. Alex stopped stroking him and said:

     "He didn't shoot. You guys still have dry comes like I do?"

     "That's right, Alex," I told him. "One of these days we'll start
shooting like the older boys. Now let's get you taken care of." I pushed
him down on the bed and lay facing him. My prick was already hard from
anticipation, even though I hadn't touched it. His penis stuck out from his
body, dry pink tip pointing toward me. I adjusted my position and pulled
the edges of my foreskin out, easing it over his glans. I grasped the base
of his shaft with my free hand to keep it aligned with mine.

     "Oh, that's so nice," he murmured in wonderment. "I like the way your
skin feels on my cock-head." I began stroking slowly, pressing my glans
against the front of his.

     "It'll be even nicer when we come," I told him.  "We'll feel each
other's tips throbbing, and that's a real thrill."

     "It's a thrill just feeling your warm skin covering my tip," Alex
replied.

     "Do you feel you have to pee when you're about to come?" Jimmy asked,
having recovered from the shock of orgasm.

     "No, not any more," Alex answered. "At first I did but now I feel a
strong tickle in my ridge. I pull my shaft skin up to bump my ridge, so
that's where the most feeling is."

     "We do too," I said. As there was about seven inches between Alex's
body and mine, Jimmy reached down to tickle our balls, sending another
thrill through our bodies. We both were breathing faster now, and I know
we'd be exploding in orgasm soon.

     "Oh, that is so nice," Alex whispered as he became increasingly caught
up in the excitement. "It's so hot and slippery inside your skin." I
continued my measured strokes, making sure my foreskin was sliding the
entire length of his turgid glans to maximize his sensations. Looking down,
I saw his abdominal muscles tightening and knew he was approaching the
moment of release, as I was.

     "You're gonna make me come," he said. "I hope we come together."

     "We will," I assured him. "We're both close. Got that tickle yet?"

     "It's just starting," he replied. "It's all over my tip, not just the
rim." My body was tensing up too, and now I felt a tickle start in my
glans.  Our toes were curled now, and our legs began a slight tremor. I
swung my top leg over his legs, pulling them toward me.

     "Mine's tickling too," I murmured. "Any second, now." The tickle
became stronger, pervading my entire helmet, and now became a hot tingle. I
stroked faster, whipping my foreskin back and forth, bringing on our
climaxes. My eyes closed as I felt a throb in his prick, and we both cried
out as we tumbled into our orgasms.

     "AH-AH-HUNH-HUNH" we yelped as our hot hard tips throbbed against each
other, blissful agony sweeping through our shuddering bodies. Alex's legs
trembled between mine, letting me feel the hot frenzy of his orgasm. I felt
the throbs in his prick against my helmet inside my foreskin, and between
my fingers as the orgasm raged through him.

     Spasms coursed through my body too, and my hips bucked repeatedly as
my prick throbbed hard against his. My glans became very sensitive, but I
continued stroking as long as I could, knowing that Alex's prick was less
sensitive than mine and that he needed the stimulation.

     Our biological hurricanes ran their course, and finally we were lying
still, recovering from the hot fury that had altered our
consciousness. After an indeterminate time, I opened my eyes to see Alex's
face in front of mine, eyes still closed.  Jimmy was sitting right behind
me, and said:

     "Man, you guys sure went at it hot and heavy. You were both so loud
they probably heard you out in the street."

     "It was intense," I admitted. "Probably more so for him." I saw Alex
open his eyes and heard him say:

     "Yeah, it was so hot for me. Before today, I never even thought of
coming inside a guy's skin." Our pricks had shrunk, and his slipped out of
my fleshy cocoon, wet and glistening.

     "It was hot, but we didn't shoot," I observed.

     "Ah, maybe next year," he said. "Anyway, thanks for asking me."

     Continued in Part 4