I got a phone call at work from Paul on Monday afternoon, confirming our date at his house that evening. He also told me that he'd invited another friend, Jimmy, to join us. He added that he and Jimmy had had some intense sexual experiences in the past, and that I'd surely like him.
After we'd hung up I'd wondered about the friend Paul had invited. Was he circumcised? Probably. What did he like to do? No clue. How did he come? Hard? Shuddering? Did he moan? Did he shoot his sperm in hard, forceful streams, or did he dribble? This speculation left me eager to meet Jimmy and find out what sort of sex the three of us would share.
I parked in Paul's driveway right on the dot of six, and found that a Toyota pickup was already there. I presumed that must be Jimmy's, and knocked on the door. Paul was smiling when he opened the door, and I saw he was wearing nothing.
"This is Jimmy," he announced, pointing to his friend who was standing farther back in the living room. Jimmy was about our height, six feet, also naked, and had brown hair and eyes in a thin face. The room was brightly lit, enough to disclose that Jimmy's prick was a "shower," large when limp, but presumably would not grow much when it got hard. Paul and I had "growers," small when soft but rapidly expanding to about six inches with erection. Jimmy and I shook hands, and then I shed my clothing quickly, following their lead.
"Jimmy got us some take-out sushi," Paul told me as he led the way into the kitchen. The meal was already laid out on the table, a round platter of sushi encompassing several varieties, and we sat down to begin eating.
"Jimmy and I went to school together," Paul said. "We became jack-off buddies in high school."
"We blew lots of loads together," Jimmy contributed. "We started off jacking off together, and then jacking each other. It didn't take us long to find out we liked another guy's hand working our cocks than just our own." Jimmy sat facing me, and as his thighs were spread, I saw that he was circumcised, a small, acorn-shaped head dangling down at the end of a thick shaft. Behind the small corona was a bunching of wrinkled skin. Under his prick was a tight scrotum. Paul noticed me looking and he commented:
"Jimmy had a lot more skin on his shaft than I did, and he really liked it when I rolled the skin up over his head. You know mine's too tight for that, but even when his cock is hard, Jimmy's got enough skin to pull up over the head, almost like he wasn't cut at all."
"Yeah, but it doesn't stay over the head," Jimmy complained. "Even when I'm soft it stays back behind the ridge. I wish I had skin over the head, so that it would be more sensitive. You don't know how lucky you are, Jack."
"Not at all, I know exactly how lucky I am," I contradicted him. "I've had sex with enough cut guys to know the difference. Just ask Paul."
"Did you ever dock with a guy?" Paul asked Jimmy. "You know, where an uncut guy pulls his skin up over the head of your cock?"
"No, that never happened to me," Jimmy answered.
"I think you've had sex with a couple of uncut guys," Paul said. "How come you never got docked?"
"I guess it never came up," Jimmy explained. "The uncut guys I've been with, we've jacked each other, sucked each other, but none of us ever thought of docking."
"That's something we might take care of after we finish eating," Paul suggested. "Jack might not mind docking your cock. He docked me a couple of weeks ago." Paul turned to me, expectantly.
"I'd like that," I said. "Docking Jimmy would be very easy. His tip's a lot smaller than yours and mine." I picked up another piece of sushi. So did Paul.
"Man, this sushi's really good," said Paul. "Thanks a lot, Jimmy"
"Thanks, Jimmy," I echoed. "I'm really enjoying it too." In a few more minutes we'd finished the sushi, right down to a few stray grains of rice that we'd picked up with our fingers. The cardboard tray went into the garbage and Paul led Jimmy and me back to the bedroom, where we climbed on the bed.
"Jimmy's dick is a lot like ours," he said. "You've got about six inches, don't you, Jimmy?" He sat beside Jimmy and began squeezing the small glans.
"Can I touch?" Jimmy asked, turning to me. "That skin turns me on." I nodded and Jimmy grasped the end of my foreskin nipple between two fingers and tugged on it gently, stretching it out away from my body. My prick felt tingly and began to fill out. I reached across Jimmy and began fondling Paul's prick, which already had begun to swell. Within seconds we all were hard, eager to get going.
"Maybe it would be best if you and Jimmy dock now," Paul suggested to me. "I'd like to watch, and you know how any kind of play with that skin turns me on."
"After we come, Jack and I can both work on your cock to get you off," Jimmy added. I nodded and asked Paul if he had any Astroglide. Paul took a plastic squeeze bottle from his bedside drawer.
"Jimmy uses Albolene like me," he said to me. "The Astro will work because his head's going to be inside your skin most of the time." I took the bottle from him. Meanwhile, Paul spread some Albolene from a jar onto his glans and shaft. I knew he'd be stroking himself gently as he witnessed our docking.
"Now skin me back," I said to Jimmy. His strong fingers pushed down on my prick, dragging the foreskin over the helmet. Jimmy's eyes were fixed on the end of my prick as the foreskin nipple distended over the glans and the opening expanded.
"That's far enough," I said as my foreskin orifice was poised on the rim of my helmet. I squeezed a few drops of Astroglide onto the head. "Now pull the foreskin up to spread the lube." Jimmy drew my foreskin up to cover the glans. I pushed him down on the bed and lay on my left side to face him. He rolled over on his side, facing me. The small pink head of his circumcised prick was almost touching the tip of my foreskin. I saw that he had a small tight slit in the tapered front of his glans.
"Let me get my foreskin over your tip," I said as I grasped the edges of my orifice and spread the end of my foreskin. I thrust forward slightly, drawing the thick fleshy hood over his small hard glans. I felt his tip press into the blunt front dome of mine. It felt hot.
"Man, that feels good," he said. "This is the first time I've had skin over my head. Well, I had skin over my head for the first couple of days after I was born, but I don't remember it."
"You've got a small slit," I remarked as I began working my foreskin over his glans. "Does that make your jets shoot out at high pressure?"
"I don't know," he replied. "I never noticed, I guess."
"I noticed," Paul said. "Yeah, that cream comes shooting out of his tip in a really hard jet. The slit's small, and the stream's small, but it shoots hard." As he spoke I looked at him and saw that he was sitting at the corner of the mattress watching us, his right hand sliding slowly up and down his glistening shaft and glans in straight strokes. He was using a loose grip and a lot of lubricant to avoid over-stimulating himself, as he wanted to last until after we'd come and were able to give him his relief.
Jimmy's small shaft didn't come close to stretching my foreskin as I slid it over his tip. The wrinkles had come out of the skin behind his corona and now I slid my foreskin farther to cover his thin brown circumcision scar.
"Your scar sensitive?" I asked.
"You bet it is!" he exclaimed. "The whole area between the scar and the rim's sensitive. I like the way you're sliding that skin over it." I tightened my grip slightly to give him more pressure.
"Go ahead! Slide that skin!" he said. I kept up the rhythm, watching his excitement rise. His scrotum was normally tight, and didn't contract further. However, the veins in his shaft stood out more prominently.
"Paul, can you slide over here and tickle his balls?" I asked. Paul moved right behind me and reached over my body to insinuate his free hand between us, his fingers lightly touching Jimmy's tight sac.
"Aaaaahhhhh," Jimmy sighed as he felt the new sensation. Paul was expertly tickling the scrotal hairs with a light teasing touch, and I guessed he would later cup Jimmy's sac.
"My cut cock's not very sensitive," Jimmy began, "but right now it feels very sensitive. I'm really hot with my tip inside your skin and Paul touching me like that." I knew that the psychic stimulation was energizing him, more than compensating for the lesser sensitivity of his circumcised prick.
"Just relax and let things happen," I said. "Leave the driving to us."
"Oh, yeah, this feels so good," Jimmy affirmed.
"We want you to blow a good, heavy load, Jimmy." Paul told him. "Just clear your mind of everything except the good feelings in your body. That way, when it comes, your climax will just shake you to the core."
"I just love what you guys are doing to me," Jimmy murmured as his eyes closed.
"I can feel his tip's gotten harder," I told Paul. "He's really getting into it. He'll be coming any second." I didn't add that my helmet was much harder as well, full of blood that distended it fully. I was already getting a tickle in my rim, and I knew I'd be releasing my load soon, although I was sure that Jimmy was ahead of me.
"You're both pretty close," Paul observed. "Your balls are pretty tight, and Jimmy's balls are really compact now," he said as his fingers closed around Jimmy's sac. Jimmy's breathing was now rapid and shallow, a sure sign that he was reaching the edge. So was mine.
Jimmy sighed deeply as he thrust his prick hard against mine, his small sharp tip making a shallow indentation in my helmet's blunt front dome. I tightened my grip to keep our tips in alignment, and then I heard Jimmy cry out helplessly as the first shock-wave of orgasm flooded his body.
I felt the hard throb of his glans against mine as he shot. If I'd been standing instead of lying down, the hot blast of his ejaculation would have knocked me off my feet because it shot down my urethra, stinging me with an almost unbearable sensation that instantly triggered my orgasm. Only once before had my docking partner's orifice been perfectly aligned with mine so that his jets shot into my meatus and down my tube, and it had pushed me over the edge that time too.
I cried out as the root of my penis contracted and began pumping the sperm into my urethra. The hot juice raced up my prick, pushing Jimmy's sperm before it, and our combined fluids poured into my foreskin. Jimmy cried out again as his prick throbbed hard against the end of mine, and another hot hard jet splashed over the front of my helmet. I grunted hard as my prick-root drove another hot torrent of sperm up my tube, and I saw stars in front of my tightly-closed eyes as the fluid scalded my urethra.
I felt Jimmy's body shuddering on the mattress, and his cries of passion filled the room as the hot sensations overwhelmed him. His prick kept throbbing against mine, and I'm sure he felt mine throb as well. My fingers, tightly wrapped around my thick fleshy hood, felt the foreskin distend as it ballooned out with fluid, some of it leaking past the end of my hood to wet my trembling fingers.
Our pricks throbbed together in release several more times before we'd drained ourselves, and then we lay gasping and panting, recovering from our biological storms before sinking into the inevitable daze. We remained inert for a couple of minutes as our breathing returned to normal, and then we opened our eyes. Paul was sitting next to us, watching as he calmly stroked his prick to maintain his arousal.
"You got quite a show," I told him.
"It was really hot watching you guys coming," he answered. "Your dicks connected, both of you shaking, grunting, the jizz coming between your skin and your fingers, all that." By now our pricks had softened, and Jimmy's had slipped from my foreskin. I held the end of my long hood pinched tightly as I reached for some tissues, and then squeezed it to force out a gush of sperm. Suddenly, Jimmy put his mouth on the end of my prick, avidly sucking the rest of the juice into his mouth. I felt his hot tongue probing into my foreskin, tickling my slit and working around the head to lap up all the sperm he could find.
"Your first shot went right down my hole," I told Jimmy. "When that hot juice shot into me, I was a goner."
"I knew you started coming right after I did, but I didn't know about that," Jimmy responded.
"I didn't either," said Paul. "I just knew you were both having really hot orgasms." Jimmy continued licking the residue from my glans and foreskin.
"Now lie back," I told Paul when Jimmy had finished cleaning my prick. "We'll take care of you now." I scooped up some Albolene from the jar, rubbing it between my fingers before wrapping them around his rigid staff. Jimmy sat on Paul's other side, caressing the insides of his thighs with one hand and cupping his tightening scrotum with the other.
"I know you're pretty hot from watching us," Jimmy told Paul. "We'll go nice and slow so you can have a slow build-up before you come." Jimmy was obviously very sophisticated about sex, and the reaction of the male body to stimulation. A long build-up produced a more intense and often more prolonged orgasm. I was careful not to apply much pressure as I worked my fist up and down Paul's prick, letting my fingers follow the contours of his helmet as they rode over them.
"Just stay relaxed," I coached Paul. "We'll do it all. Just enjoy what's happening to you." As I spoke, I worked my encircling fingers up and down his prick at a pace insufficient to bring on orgasm. I watched as a large drop of clear fluid filled the lips of Paul's gaping slit, proof of his rising excitement. I held Paul's hard prick straight up, making the tendons at the base stand out, and then I wrapped the fingers of my other hand tightly around the base to constrict the veins.
"You're making the veins pop," Jimmy observed to me. "The head's getting bigger and darker too."
"I feel it getting harder too," I said. Paul's lubricated glans glistened with excitement as I worked my fingers lightly over it. Jimmy lovingly kneaded his scrotum, adding to his sensations. His fingers pressed lightly into the tender flesh behind Paul's balls.
"When he starts to come, I'll press my fingers into his tube to stop the flow," Jimmy told me. "You know what that does to a guy." I knew indeed, having had that done to me several times. With the urethra choked off, the pressure built up, and often the sperm blew right back into the bladder, producing an indescribable sensation that brought the orgasm to a new height.
I saw and felt Paul's fingers close around my limp penis. His other hand sought Jimmy's prick. Wrapping his fingers around our pricks added to his excitement, and I was glad he was really into it. His breathing grew more shallow and rapid, although I kept my strokes slow and light. I slowed my ace to maintain him at that level, and watched as another large drop of clear lube rolled from his gaping slit down the helmet to meet my fingers.
"My tip's aching..." He trailed off. I knew the feeling. I often felt the same thing, resulting from the congestion of blood that made my engorged helmet ache for relief. With both of us working on him, he was rapidly reaching the point where he urgently needed relief.
"Just hang on, Paul," I advised him. "It won't be much longer and you'll be blowing your load to the ceiling." His stomach muscles had now tightened and his legs began to tremble. I knew that unless we stopped altogether, his orgasm would be starting soon.
"Let's go for it," said Jimmy as he started rubbing Paul's perineum, the skin behind the scrotum. I nodded and began pumping Paul's prick, twisting my fist around the flaring rim of his helmet to give him a fresh jolt of sensation. Paul yelped and we saw his entire body tighten up in reflex. A long stream of clear fluid poured from the gaping slit in the blunt nose of his glans as he rapidly neared the peak.
Now Paul was grunting with each stroke I gave his prick, the pitch rising as I twisted my fingers around the sensitive flaring corona. I was pumping him now, driving him forward relentlessly, and knew that he'd be blasting off any second.
"He's coming!" Jimmy exclaimed, and I knew that he'd felt the pulse of orgasm in his fingertips an instant before I felt that heavy throb in Paul's shaft and glans. Paul cried out helplessly as the first wave of sensation flooded through him, and now the pitch of his voice rose as Jimmy's strong fingers prevented the ejaculation. I felt Paul's prick throb again as his second spasm poured more fluid into his urethra. The pressure in his tube rose as the trapped fluid distended it, and Paul was now yelping loudly in joyful agony, lost in a hurricane of sensations.
Paul's prick throbbed a third time, and Jimmy's fingers contained the jets. Paul's tip was hot, hard, and deep purple between my trembling, encircling fingers, and I gave him another savage twist around the thick rim to boost his sensations. As his prick throbbed a fourth time, I saw Jimmy remove his fingers and felt the heavy pulse under the shaft as a long, continuous stream of white exudates shot forcefully from his gaping orifice onto his stomach. Paul's loud groans filled the air, as did the heavy chlorine odor of his sperm as it spilled into his pubic bush.
"He's really into it now," Jimmy said as he smiled at me. "We really gave him a hot come." I nodded agreement as I continued to polish is helmet with my fist, bringing forth several more jets before Paul had drained his tanks. Each jet was somewhat weaker, but still voluminous because he was pushing out the accumulated sperm in his urethra.
We watched his body relax as his breathing slowed. I noticed now that Paul's eyes were closed, unusual for him, and concluded that he'd had an exceptional climax. Several minutes passed before he opened his eyes and spoke:
"That was hot," he began. "I didn't know you were going to do that to me," referring to blocking his urethra.
"That was my idea," Jimmy explained. "You really get off when I do that to you."
"Oh, I did, I did."
"It was inspiring watching you cream like that," I said before leaning over and kissing him lightly on the lips. Paul pulled me down to him, hugging me hard, and a moment later Jimmy joined us, kissing Paul and me and hugging us both. We were a tangle of arms and legs for a couple of minutes.
"I'm so glad you invited me over tonight," Jimmy told Paul sincerely.
"I'm glad you invited him too," I added.
"I'm glad you both came," Paul said. "Between the three of us, this made for a really hot evening."
"I've got to get going," Jimmy announced. "I live on the other side of town and tomorrow's a work day." Jimmy, Paul had told me, worked in the Mayor's office, and was low enough on the totem pole that he had to get to work on time.
"Okay, "I'll stay and help you change the sheets," I told Paul as Jimmy dressed hurriedly.
"You can let yourself out," Paul told Jimmy as we began stripping the bed. Jimmy left, and I helped Paul make the bed with fresh sheets.
"Okay, I guess that's it," I said. "Can I take a quick shower before I go?"
"Let's take one together," Paul replied. "While we're showering, I'll tell you a bit about Jimmy."
Continued in Part 5