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