Bath House Evening
MMM
By Jack Santoro
I'd gone to Denver that weekend to see my friend Stan, whom I'd known for many years. We'd spent the first evening watching videos and jacking each other to intense orgasms. Stan's prick was cut, unlike mine, but longer. It was about 7", with a graceful upward curve to the shaft and a shapely head, smaller than my glans, and reddish instead of purple. Stan's prick shot long streams when he came, while mine usually dribbled.
Next evening he took me to his favorite bath house for variety. We walked around in the subdued light, looking at the sights. We all had towels, but few wrapped them around their waists, as we enjoyed displaying what we had.
After about half an hour, another guy walked up to me, and my eyes automatically dropped to his crotch. I saw that he had foreskin completely covering his big tip, with a pucker at the end.
"We're maybe the only natural guys here," he said, eyes boring into mine. I looked back at him and replied:
"It's nice to have skin protecting the precious head."
"Yours is a bit longer than mine," he said as his eyes dropped to my groin. My long thick foreskin covers the head too, and extends beyond it to form a nipple.
"I think yours has a big head on it like mine," I said. Both of us had big bulges in our foreskins, and the outlines were clearly visible through the thick hoods. This gave them a heavy-ended look, and both our cock swung as we moved.
"Can we compare?" he asked, moving his hand tentatively toward my cock. I nodded and grasped his foreskin, gently pushing it back along his shaft to reveal a big round plum-shaped glans. His fingers clasped my cock halfway down the shaft and pulled the hood off my head, disclosing a big purple fireman's helmet, with round front dome and flaring ridge. My prick began to swell, as did his. I gave his shaft a couple of squeezes and sat down on the bench while Stan looked on, avidly interested. Stan had always been fascinated by foreskins, as he'd been missing his since birth.
"I really enjoy being stroked by a guy who knows what he's doing," I commented as my new partner's fingers worked their magic on my engorging cock.
"Yeah, lots of cut guys don't know how to handle a foreskin," he replied as his fingers lovingly and skillfully ran my foreskin up and down the long glans. I continued to work his hood over the precious head, and saw the lips of his long slit part with a clear drop, his cock-eye shedding its first tear.
"Yours has a nice hole," he said. "Now that your head's hard, it looks like a teardrop." His index finger traced small circles around the hole at the end of my glans as his other hand cupped my balls.
"You really put out a lot of lube," I said, clamping my other hand hard around the base of his shaft to compress the veins and make the glans and shaft swell fully. I noticed that half the head was uncovered now that he was fully erect, unlike my penis, which remained totally sheathed even hard.
"Man, you really know what you're doing," he murmured softly, leaning his head against my shoulder. "It feels so good^Å."
"Can my buddy feel your prick?" I asked, nodding towards Stan. "He's really into uncuts, and he can handle foreskins as well as we can, since he spent time in Europe and got lots of experience." My new partner nodded and I removed my hand, leaving his foreskin covering the head. I saw Stan's fingers gently enclose the end of his prick, slipping the hood back delicately, slowly stretching its nerve endings by forcing it back over the swollen tip. Slowly the bulky body of the glans came into view, then the corona, and finally the skin snapped down into the groove behind his ridge.
"My name's Earl," my new buddy informed us. "Maybe we could try something other than just jacking."
"I'm open to suggestions," I said. "Between the three of us, we can come up with something exciting."
"You know Princeton?" Earl asked, nodding towards the bed across the dimly lit room. Stan and I both nodded, and Earl led us toward the bed, presently vacant. I looked at it apprehensively, wondering if it was already soaked. Earl must have anticipated my concern, for he said:
"New mattress. I saw them put it on a few minutes ago." He sat down on the bed, Stan and I flanking him. Stan's fingers had not let go of his cock as we'd moved, and now were massaging the long foreskin up and down the swollen head, fueling Earl's excitement.
"Want to be bottom, or should I?" I asked. Earl looked reflectively down at our cocks before replying.
"I think you should be bottom," he said. "Your foreskin's longer than mine, and that makes for easier jacking. Mine's already halfway back, and I'll just skin it all the way before I put on the condom. Earl had produced a foil packet from somewhere. And now he tore it to extract a rubber sheath. Stan took it from him and skillfully unrolled it down the length of his cock as Early held his skin back tightly to bare his glans.
I lay on my left side, and Earl slipped in behind me as I lifted my right leg to allow him to slip his cock between my thighs. I felt the bulky glans nudge my balls as he began to thrust slowly. Stan sat in front of me and placed a towel in front of my cock to catch the juice when I came. He wrapped his fingers around my engorged cock, beginning the long slow strokes he knew I liked.
"Stan will take care of me," I said to Earl. "Just concentrate on your pleasure." Earl began thrusting faster, but still with long strokes, his penis sliding inside the sheath. I knew the condom was necessary to avoid hair burns, and to keep his sperm from shooting all over my hairs when he unloaded.
An audience had gathered, one of the adjuncts of sex play in public. They gathered around the bed, watching avidly, as Earl thrust between my thighs and Stan slowly pumped my foreskin up and down over my big helmet head. I enjoyed putting on a show, and hoped fervently that the display didn't bother Earl. I knew that Stan always loved performing before an audience, and I grasped his hot hard prick between my fingers. Stan had already lubed his turgid member, and my clasping fingers slid easily up and down his shaft. Each time I reached the head, I gave it a twist around the corona to enhance his sensations. I knew that his rim, and the tissue between his rim and the scar ring, were particularly sensitive, but I pressed my finger into the hot spot under the head to make sure he got full feeling.
Earl's thrusts were faster now, and I knew he was really getting into the rhythm. His glans, protected from birth, was as sensitive as mine, and I was giving him full stimulation by squeezing my thighs together. Now I reached down between my legs and pressed my finger into the groove under his glans as it slid back and forth, intending to give him a really hot orgasm. Earl cried out at this new and intense sensation, and his hips slammed into me as he thrust harder, reaching for the climax.
Stan's fingers were working my foreskin up and down my long glans, and I felt a slight tickle in my rim. Suddenly, I felt Earl's body stiffen against mine, and he cried out helplessly as he went over the brink. I felt his hot hard cock throb between my thighs as he thrust hard, again and again, lost in the free-fall of orgasm. His body strained, and my finger felt the hard throbbing of his glans as he unloaded between my thighs.
The audience began to clap, enthralled by the sight and sound of Earl's release. I knew I wasn't far behind, because the tickle in my glans had turned into a hot tingle. I was aching for release. Now Stan skinned me back sharply, and he twisted his fingers over the surface of my engorged helmet, sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my glans. The heavy pounding began in my cock-root, and my orgasm began as Earl's was fading. My eyes closed involuntarily, and my entire being gushed from my tip as I tumbled into orgasm. I lost track of time, gushing powerfully as my prick throbbed again and again.
I came back to reality as Earl slipped his softening cock from between my thighs. I opened my eyes and saw Earl sit next to Stan, cupping his balls as my fist oscillated up and down his hard cock. Stan's tip was deep red, and I felt it harden under my fingers, telling me he was at the brink. I twisted my fist hard around his glans, and felt the responsive throb as Stan's body went into automatic. His prick throbbed in my hand, and a long stream arced into the air. Both Earl and I now concentrated on enhancing Stan's orgasm, and Earl kneaded his scrotum gently as I pumped his prick. Stan's balls, normally low-hangers, were tight against his body as he shot again and again. Our fan club continued to clap as Stan's orgasm continued, and his hot jets dripped down over my encircling fingers as I stroked.
Stan finally stopped gushing, and his body relaxed. I let go of his prick because I knew that the head became super-sensitive after orgasm and further friction would cause him distress. After giving him a minute's rest, I gently wiped his prick with the towel, milking it carefully to get the residue still inside him.
We hit the showers together, soaping each other, and then we dried off and dressed. Stan and I said our goodbyes to Earl, promising to meet him another time, and headed for Stan's home, where we planned to close the evening with a couple of icy martinis.
The end