All in Good Time

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