Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2013 13:20:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Foreskin Boys, Part 4, Young Friends

Foreskin Boys, Part 4

By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     For weeks, Jimmy and I got ourselves off by docking, sometimes
inviting Alex to join us, as he was very receptive and got a lot out of
it. We couldn't give him back his foreskin, but we did share ours with him,
giving him the opportunity to stroke Jimmy's natural prick to orgasm and to
feel my foreskin enclosing his glans. With all that, we still had only dry
orgasms, although they were intense and pleasurable. This puzzled us, for
Jimmy and I had had powerful ejaculations when using the shower spray. We
wondered why we'd creamed only on that occasion.

     One afternoon after school, Jimmy and I were in my bedroom stripping
down when he said:

     "Jack, I don't know what your cock tastes like, but I'd like to try."
We had heard the expression "blow job," but hadn't thought of ourselves in
that role.

     "Well, let's go rinse our pricks, because we might have a couple of
drops of piss under our foreskins, and we can try it," I said. "I'd like to
taste yours too." In the bathroom, we stood by the sink, pouring handfuls
of warm water over our skinned-back pricks, before drying them with my
towel. Then I sat on the edge of the bed and Jimmy knelt between my
outstretched legs, tweaking and pulling my long foreskin nipple to make me
hard.  When my prick had begun to swell, he grasped it around the head and
touched his tongue-tip to the pucker.

     The feel of his warm tongue insinuating itself into my hood sent a hot
spark of sensation through my prick, making it twitch as I sighed in
delight. My rapidly developing erection pushed my glans forward inside its
hood and it met the tip of his tongue. I felt his tongue-tip probe my slit,
sending a thrill into my hot flesh. Jimmy's tongue probed deeper, swirling
around my hot hard glans, sweeping down from the top of my ridge down to
the gee-string in the cleft underneath. He pushed my foreskin all the way
back and blew on my helmet, making me shiver in delight. Then I felt his
soft warm lips envelope my corona while his rougher tongue caressed my
gee-string.

     I felt a slight spasm deep inside, and then a drop of lubricating
fluid crawling up my urethra.  Looking down I saw that Jimmy had become
hard too, although I hadn't touched his prick.  The outline of his glans
bulged through the covering foreskin, evidence of his arousal. Now he
pulled his head back and said:

     "You taste salty, Jack. I think you just had a drop of lube come out
the tip, because it felt very slippery." He put his lips back on my bare
helmet, closing them around my corona. His tongue tickled my slit and then
worked underneath to me frenulum again, sending more thrills through my
penis.

     "That feels terrific, Jimmy," I said. Now he pushed back harder on my
shaft skin, putting tension on my gee-string and stretching its nerve
endings.

     "WOW!"  I exclaimed. "Keep that up and you'll make me come!" Jimmy's
other hand cupped my balls. Now he began pumping his lips back and forth
over my helmet, boldly compressing my corona with each stroke as his tongue
probed my slit. I was sighing as he did this, sweeping me to a new height
of excitement.  Now he pulled back again and said:

     "I can feel what it's doing to you. Your dick's twitching and your
helmet's lost that spongy feel and gotten harder."

     "You're right, Jimmy," I answered. "You're gonna make me come, and
then it'll be my turn. I'll really enjoy tasting your prick in my mouth and
making you come." My breathing was very fast and shallow now, as he was
pushing me closer to the point of release.

     "The lube from your slit's really slippery, and salty too." With these
words, he put his lips back on my glans, resuming that maddening pumping
action, as he tugged hard on my shaft-skin. I felt a tickle start in my rim
as my eyes closed involuntarily and my legs started trembling. Although I
was trying to stay relaxed, the sensations overwhelmed me, and I eased
myself flat on the bed as I slipped into orgasm. My glans was tingling now,
and a sudden hot spasm gripped the root of my prick.

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted as I shuddered. My straining prick
throbbed hard as the hot thrills of orgasm coursed through my lower
body. Jimmy was pumping his lips rapidly up and down my glans and the
stretched-out foreskin behind it sending hot sparks of sensation into my
overheated nerve endings. My consciousness had dimmed with the start of
orgasm, and now my body was on autopilot, my hips bucking to thrust my
penis deeper into Jimmy's hot mouth.

     After several more contractions of my cock-root my orgasm was over,
and I began to relax. Jimmy crawled up on the bed beside me and hugged me
tightly as I sank into a daze.

     I opened my eyes a couple of minutes later and saw Jimmy next to
me. His prick was hard, the head clearly outlined through the foreskin, and
I grasped it around the glans and gently slid his hood back and forth. He
told me:

     "I think you creamed that time. When you started coming I felt some
salty fluid coming out of your tip."

     "It's my turn now," I told him. "I want to taste your prick and make
you come. Maybe you'll shoot too." Jimmy moaned at my words and touch, and
I pulled him so that he was full length on the bed. "I think it'll be
better for you if you're lying down," I explained. "Just relax now and let
me do the work." I spread his legs and crouched between them, still holding
his prick upright. I licked the centerline of his tight scrotum, working up
to his prick. Then I ran my tongue up the underside, following the bulge of
his urethra and pulling his foreskin down so that I could lick at his
nerve-rich gee-string.

     "Oh, that gave me a thrill," he murmured. His hot glossy purple glans
was right in front of my eyes, and I blew on it, as I knew he enjoyed that
sensation as much as I did. Now I wrapped my lips around it, feeling the
hard ridge of his swollen corona. I tickled his slit with the tip of my
tongue, as he'd done to me, and felt his prick twitch in response. I pulled
my head up for a moment to say:

     "Your lube tastes salty too." Then I went down on his beautiful prick
again, wrapping my lips around his ridge and the tightly-stretched foreskin
inverted behind it. Jimmy's prick twitched in response, and he began
breathing rapidly.

     "That's so beautiful, what you're doing," he murmured between
breaths. I felt the tension increase in his body as I continued to work my
lips and tongue around his glans and shaft. His tip was fully engorged, and
I sucked hard on it, trying to draw more blood into it. "I'm getting a
tickle in my rim," he whispered as his legs began to tremble and his
abdominal muscles tightened.  I felt his prick throb hard in my mouth as he
grunted:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH!" and tumbled into the free-fall of his orgasm. His
legs jerked and his body shuddered with each throb of his hot hard prick,
and I tasted more fluid as it seeped from his slit. His hips bucked in the
mindless frenzy of orgasm, thrusting his hot throbbing prick deeper into my
mouth as I sucked it avidly. I was sublimely happy to be able to give him
the thrills he'd given me minutes earlier.

     "Oh, that was so nice," he murmured after he'd recovered from his
daze.  "Now I know what it felt like for you."

     "I think you shot too, while you were coming," I said. "A lot of salty
fluid came from your slit when your tip started throbbing in my mouth."

     Months passed, and we continued to practice docking and oral sex,
between us, at times inviting Alex to join the fun. Alex was always
enthusiastic about sex with two uncut guys, as his fascination with our
foreskins never dimmed. Spontaneously, we discovered the "69" position,
which was more convenient for our oral sessions.

     After we'd passed our 12th birthdays, we began growing pubic
hair. Jimmy's was blond, unlike mine and Alex's, which were brown. Our
pricks had grown too, and we had about 4 1/2" erections now. The core of my
prick was beginning to fill my foreskin nipple, which the pediatrician had
deemed excessive years ago. I was glad my foreskin was long and thick, like
my father's. I realized that I'd always have some foreskin protruding
beyond the head, even with erection, and that this would allow a longer
stroke than Jimmy was able to use when masturbating, and the ability to
dock another's prick. Jimmy's foreskin was by no means inadequate, and
still covered his helmet when hard.

     Our scrotums had dropped, and now hung loosely except in cold weather,
when they tightened against our bodies. We'd noticed that they also drew up
during sexual excitement. Most importantly, our pricks had gained more
definition, with our coronas flaring out prominently on our helmet-shaped
heads. My slit had matured as well, and now pouted in a teardrop shape with
every erection. Jimmy's slit was long than mine and remained closed, the
lips parting only to pass fluids.  Alex's slit became oval when his glans
swelled.

     Not all boys' pricks had helmets like ours, as we'd noticed in the
locker room.  Some had cherry-shaped tips, other were shaped like
mushrooms, and yet others were arrowheads, or strawberries.

     Our foreskins had developed a rich musky aroma, the sign of
masculinity. This was a clean fresh smell, not the odor of stale urine and
smegma, because we rinsed our pricks every day in the shower. This was a
development that we welcomed because we'd been anticipating it for so long.

     "I like the way our dicks smell now," Jimmy told me. "Little boys'
dicks don't smell like that."

     "Right," I said. "The only time they smell is if they don't wash them,
and then it's grungy."

     Jimmy and I had been sitting side by side on my bed after school,
stroking each other's pricks. This time he came first, and as I pumped his
foreskin rapidly I saw a spurt of clear liquid erupt from the end of his
glans. I caught the drops in my other hand and when his orgasm had ended
showed it to him.

     "You shot!" I exclaimed. "I saw this shoot from your tip when you
came!"

     "How far?" he asked excitedly.

     "Only about half an inch," I answered. "I guess you'll be shooting
farther soon, like Jerry did at school." Jerry's ejaculations had carried
several inches into the urinal.

     "One of these days you'll be shooting too, instead of dribbling" he
said.  "Maybe even today. Here, let me finish you off." He grabbed a tissue
from the box by my bed and pumped my foreskin faster as my eyes closed. A
tickle developed in my corona, and then a hot tingle that pervaded my
helmet. I felt a strong contraction deep inside, and I grunted loudly:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" as the wave of my orgasm broke over me. I
fell back on the bed, shuddering and crying out helplessly. My tip no
longer became super-sensitive at orgasm, and Jimmy was able to stroke me
all the way through.  I grunted and moaned, enjoying the blissful agony,
until my last spasm.

     "Did I?" I asked.

     "Not really," he said, showing me the tissue, which had a drop of
wetness in the center. "You leaked one drop, and it just seeped, it didn't
shoot."

     "Well, I guess we're still developing," I answered. "We did shoot a
bit, and we'll probably shoot more as we get older."

     Alex introduced us to his older brother Joe, who was 15 and enjoyed
mutual masturbation with Alex. Joe had been eager to meet us because he was
as fascinated with foreskins as Alex was. One Saturday we went over to
Alex's house because their parents were away for the weekend. Alex and Joe
were wearing only jockey shorts when we arrived, and they quickly doffed
them when we were inside, a not too subtle suggestion that Jimmy and I gat
naked too.  Joe's appraising eyes were locked on our crotches as we
stripped down, and he commented:

     "You guys have really nice cocks," he began. "I like those skins that
completely cover the heads, and the way your helmets bulge inside them."
We saw that Joe's glans, like his younger brother's, was also helmet
shaped, with a ridge that flared proudly ahead of his brown scar ring.

     "You and Alex have nice helmets," Jimmy told him. "Nature was good to
you both." I wasn't at all surprised to see that Joe was circumcised like
his younger brother, as Alex had told us some time before.

     "Alex told me how you docked him," Joe told me. "I don't expect you to
dock my big tip, though." This was understandable, as Joe's erection was
six inches long, with a straight shaft and an adult-size glans almost two
inches wide that would never fit inside my relatively narrow foreskin. "I'd
like to blow you, though. I really get off doing oral to an uncut cock." I
nodded agreement, and he led us upstairs to the bedroom he shared with his
younger brother.

     Joe spread a towel on his bed and told me to lie on it supine. My
prick was already half-hard in anticipation, and he crouched down next to
me and clasped it lightly around the bulge of my glans.

     "I like a long thick foreskin like this one," he said. "If I was uncut
I'd want to have one just like yours." I felt his thick tongue tickling my
foreskin's pucker before it penetrated deeper and touched my slit, sending
a thrill down my prick. Now he peeled my hood back halfway and blew on my
exposed front dome, sending a thrill down my prick. He told Alex:

     "Uncut guys have really sensitive tips. Blowing right on the tip gives
them a nice sensation." He stroked my foreskin a couple of times in short
jiggles.  Then he asked me:

     "Does your cock get super-sensitive when you're coming?"

     "It used to, but not anymore," I answered. "Jimmy's did too, but not
now." I then explained to him our experiences with shooting, and how
inconsistent we'd been.

     "I guess it's the level of stimulation," he said. "We've got a shower
spray on a hose too, and I've tried it on my dick. It's really powerful and
it always makes me come. Now I'll see how well I can stimulate your dick."

     "Joe's a real artist at doing uncut dicks," Alex said. He and Jimmy
were sitting on Alex's bed, watching us, and they fingered each other's
pricks. "Some guys just don't know what to do with the skin because they're
cut and only know cut dicks. They just push the skin back to get it out of
the way." As he spoke I felt Joe's tongue push into the underside of my
glans to caress my frenulum, and then probe farther to run around my rim.

     "Joe's doing a great job," I responded. "He really knows hs way around
my prick and foreskin." Joe tickled my scrotum with his other hands,
causing it to draw up against my body. I felt my prick hardening even more
from the inrush of blood as Joe worked his magic on it, and I moaned in
delight. Now he removed his mouth from my prick and told me:

     "So you haven't really shot yet, though Jimmy has. I promise I'll make
you shoot now." His hot mouth engulfed my prick again, tongue probing
deeply to caress my ridge, and running down to my gee-string. My breathing
was shallow and rapid now because of the onrush of sensations, and I felt
the familiar soft ache begin in my helmet as it expanded to its final
hardness. I felt Joe's strong fingers drag my foreskin down, and his lips
engulfed my glans, wrapping around my hard, flaring ridge. He pulled my
foreskin down harder, stretching my nerve-rich frenulum and making my
helmet dip. Then he pulled his lips up on my glans and brought the foreskin
up to bump my ridge and roll over it. He pulled my hood down again,
stretching my nerve-rich gee-string, pushing hip lips down over my
corona. My eyes closed as I began withdrawing into myself. Joe's lips
produced a tickle in my rim that spread all over my glans and turned into a
hot tingle as I moaned loudly. Now I felt a hard spasm deep inside me and I
grunted:

     "HUNH!  HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" as my prick throbbed as hard as it had
under the shower spray and my legs jerked. I felt Joe remove his mouth and
begin pumping my foreskin rapidly, bumping and compressing my helmet with
each stroke. I was aware of hot fluid shooting up my urethra, and then
another throb sent another pulse up my tube. My hips bucked involuntarily
as my body responded to the intense stimulation, and I cried out helplessly
as I floated and tumbled in a swirl of hot sensations.

     Joe's fingers continued to whip my hood up and down my turgid,
throbbing glans, making me writhe and moan loudly. My prick felt harder and
hotter than it ever had, adding to the pleasant agony that wracked my
body. After a couple more throbs, my orgasm faded and I began to relax,
sinking into the daze of the after-shock. When I finally opened my eyes I
saw the others smiling down at me, and Jimmy said:

     "You shot, Jack, you shot! Just look." He pointed at my abdomen, where
I saw a pool of clear fluid.

     "It's just clear liquid now, but soon you'll be shooting white, when
you start making sperm," Joe assured me. I found this easy to understand,
because Jimmy's ejaculations had grown stronger and turned milky during the
last week. As he spoke, Alex wiped my abdomen with a paper towel, sopping
up the liquid.

     "That was so hot," I answered him. "You made me come so hard that I
finally shot a load, even though it's just clear fluid right now." I
embraced him, pulling him down to me, and grasped his prick, which was
erect from the excitement of having gotten me off. I rolled on top of him
and grasped his prick around the base to steady it, and them enveloped his
adult-size helmet with my mouth. My lips engulfed his flaring corona while
I pushed my tongue-tip deep into his long slit, tasting the salty lube he
was secreting.

     With my peripheral vision I saw that Alex and Jimmy had returned to
Alex's bed, and that Alex's mouth was around Jimmy's prick, and I wondered
who would come first, Jimmy or Joe. I ran my tongue around Joe's large
helmet, exploring its contours. My tongue probed into the deep groove
behind his ridge, and then down to where the two sides of his corona met
under the glans. There they formed a deep vee-shaped groove, evidence that
the doctor who had removed Joe's foreskin had also amputated his
frenulum. This was unfortunate, as the frenulum is the hot spot on the
penis, more sensitive than even the corona.

     "My cock's not too sensitive," Joe told me. "Scrape your teeth down
the top of my helmet. I need the extra sensation." Reluctantly, I lightly
scraped my teeth down the top of his glans, and felt it twitch in response.

     I tickled Joe's scrotum, already tight with arousal, with the fingers
of my other hand as I rotated my head on his prick. I knew that the
sideways friction on his ridge would be more exciting than just back and
forth friction, and I wanted to give him the hottest sensations I could. I
also lightly ran my teeth over his glans as he'd urged me to do. This was
having its effect, and I felt his helmet lose its spongy feel as it
attained

 its final hardness. I could tell from his rapid breathing that he was
really feeling it, and that orgasm was near.

     Now his prick gave a powerful throb, and I heard him grunt loudly as a
torrent of hot discharge poured onto my tongue. Surprised, I swallowed
hard. I hadn't stopped to think that he'd be shooting a large volume of
sperm, but I quickly recovered to swallow his next load as well. I twisted
my head sharply to give him the maximum sensation around his rim, and he
shot his third load with a powerful throb and a loud yell.

     Joe was really caught up in his orgasm, and as his prick throbbed
again I became aware of how his legs were trembling. He bucked his hips,
thrusting his helmet deep into my mouth as it blew another gush of cream
into me. Not surprisingly, it tasted salty, I realized as I swallowed it.

     With a final yelp, he discharged his last stream into my mouth. Now he
relaxed, as the daze overtook him. I milked his urethra, from behind his
balls right up to the glans, forcing out as much residue as I could. On the
other bed, Alex was going up and down on Jimmy's penis, and I heard Jimmy's
rapid breathing.

Continued in Part 5