Beginning with Paul, Part 8
By Jacksantoro1@yahoo.com
Jimmy phoned me again the following day, and again I agreed to meet him for lunch, although I had no intention of doing so. It was just as well, because the news came that he'd been arrested just as he was leaving City Hall. The report was sparse, not citing the exact reason for his arrest, but from what I'd learned from Paul and Mike, corruption figured in it somehow.
I phoned Paul at work, and although our conversation was necessarily brief, we again arranged to meet at his house that evening. I was eager to learn the details of the "Jimmy Affair," as I thought of it, and I thought that Mike, with his insider's view, would be able to tell me details that had not been published.
This time when I rang Paul's bell, my entrance was already well-rehearsed. Paul was naked and so was Mike, who was standing right behind him. I handed Paul the pizza box and immediately began stripping off my clothes. In the kitchen we sat around the table to eat, Mike on my right as usual, and as usual his eyes were on my prick. I looked down and saw the acorn of Mike's small prick nested inside his thick pubic bush.
"I'd told you Jimmy was corrupt, right?" Mike began as we ate. "That's only the generic term. What he was doing specifically was being the middle man, or the bagman, for some people who wanted to do their brand of business with City Hall and other government bodies. He arranged meetings and funneled money and other things to officials he was bribing."
"I'm not too surprised," said Paul.
"Well," Mike continued, "Jimmy arranged for developers and building contractors to make substantial contributions to the Mayor's last campaign. When we're talking tens of thousands of dollars, it isn't just good citizenship. There had to be a quid pro quo, in other words favors. Half the city councilors are bought and paid for. Then there's the business of the state treasurer. You'll see it. It'll all come out in the trial."
"How come the state attorney general never got on to him?" I asked. "This is a federal indictment, or so I heard on the news driving over here."
"I'll give you three guesses," Paul said. "She's bought and paid for too." Mike nodded confirmation.
"She's not the only one," Mike added. "There are a couple of inspectors in the state licensing office that Jimmy reached, to ease the way for some of his clients to obtain licenses for various building projects without the inspectors looking too closely at them." Despite the distasteful topic, we were all eating with gusto.
"Well, let's get on to a nicer topic," Paul said. "What are we going to do after we eat?" Sex was always at the backs of our minds, and given our compatibility, it wasn't surprising that one of us would want to discuss it while eating.
"I'd really like to suck on Jack's uncut cock," Mike stated without hesitation. "I've only had a couple of those in my life, and I'd love to wrap my lips around his big tip."
"I'd love to watch that," Paul said.
"My prick appreciates that kind of attention, especially my foreskin," I added. We finished eating and cleared the table.
In the bedroom I noticed that Paul had put fresh sheets on the bed. After last night it was mandatory. The towels hadn't absorbed all the cream we'd poured out of our pricks. I sat on the bed and Mike immediately began fondling my prick, squeezing the head through its thick fleshy covering. Paul squeezed Mike's tip and I fondled Paul's prick. My prick began to swell, and soon had enough stiffness for Mike to slide the tight foreskin back partway off the glans. He put his nose close to my prick and said:
"That's what I like, the real man-smell. I bet you haven't showered since this morning, Jack."
"Last night, actually, with you guys," I answered.
"You've got a strong aroma there," Mike complimented me. "I'll bet when I skin it back I'll find a little bit of cheese, too." He pushed down harder on my hood, easing it back over the contours of my helmet until it snapped down into the deep groove behind the flaring rim. A thin coating of white shrouded my purple corona, and the aroma of my flesh filled the air. Mike licked his lips as he pulled my foreskin up to cover the now engorged helmet.
"I think your cock needs a good tongue cleaning," he said as he bent close to my groin. Stabilizing my prick with his right hand he insinuated his tongue into the nipple of my foreskin.
"He really loves your overhang," Paul commented, watching Mike greedily attack my prick. "Matter of fact, I like it too. Sure wish I still had mine." I felt the tip of Mike's tongue probe deeper into my foreskin, tickling my meatus. He swiped his tongue-tip sideways across the lips of my gaping slit, giving me a delicious tickle that fueled my fire. I kept working on Paul's prick, squeezing the big helmet-shaped glans to bring it up to full hardness.
Now Mike wrapped his lips around my prick at the level of my corona and I felt his tongue probe deeper into my foreskin until it reached the rim. He swept his tongue down one side and then the other, pausing only to tickle my gee-string under the head. He knew that this was my hot spot and he pressed his tongue-tip hard into it, making my prick throb in response. Now he removed his mouth.
"I love the taste of your cock," he announced. "Want a taste of it too?" he asked Paul.
"I'd love it," Paul replied and he lowered his head to engulf my prick. My foreskin was still fully forward, and he stretched it with the bulk of his tongue as he probed for my slit and traced small circles around it with his tongue-tip. I felt Mike's warm fingers closing around my scrotum, cupping it in his fingers.
Now Paul probed deeper, finding my corona and working his tongue around it, caressing the nerve endings that studded the ridge. The thickness of his tongue stretched my foreskin and its nerve endings, adding to my arousal. Meanwhile Mike gave me a deep tongue kiss, pressing past my lips, and I tasted the flavor of my foreskin on his tongue.
Paul and I really know how to take care of your dick," he said when we broke. "You never got a good blow job from a woman, did you?"
"No, I never did," I admitted. "In fact, a couple refused to do it because they thought natural pricks are dirty."
"That shows what they know," Mike said. "Paul and I love natural cocks because we know they're the real thing. You really smell like a man should." Paul's tongue was still working around my corona, attacking the delicate nerve endings, and I felt my excitement mounting.
"I can take your prick in my mouth," I said to Mike. "I'm sure you enjoy oral, don't you?"
"I do, but first I want you to come in my mouth," Mike answered. "I want to feel your cock shoot inside its skin and then taste the cream coming out of the overhang." Hearing this, Paul removed his mouth to give Mike access to my prick. Mike and I immediately got into a "69" position and I placed my lips over his small acorn and tickled his piss-slit with my tongue. The shaft of his five-inch prick felt hard between my fingers. Mike held my foreskin fully forward and worked his tongue inside it, tickling my slit and then working back to my corona. He cupped my balls and began kneading them gently while Paul caressed the insides of my thighs.
With both Paul and Mike working on me, my excitement rose quickly, and I knew Mike would have my load in less than a minute. I cupped his balls, which had already tightened against his body, and worked my lips around his small corona and the tender tissue between it and his scar ring.
"Let Mike suck your load," Paul coached, "and then you can get him off. After that you can do me." Mike tongue worked rapidly around my swollen rim, dragging me relentlessly toward the brink, and I felt a tickle begin where his warm tongue caressed my nerve endings. My corona swelled to its final hardness, the extra resistance making my nerve endings more sensitive, and I knew I was on the edge of a hot and satisfying orgasm. Mike removed his mouth for a moment to say:
"I felt your big helmet getting harder, Jack. You don't have far to go." Now he wrapped his lips around my prick again at the level of my corona and his warm tongue pressed into me, probing deeply, seeking out nerve endings to stimulate. I felt the tension building in my body, and I knew that he'd be sucking the orgasm from me within seconds.
My corona began to tickle under the stimulation, and I felt an ache, an urge to come, building in my engorged helmet. The tickle reached deep into me, and now I felt an urge to pee. I knew that no urine would pass, of course, and that this feeling was merely the precursor to a massive release. Now my entire helmet was tickling, and the feeling increased in intensity.
A tingle started in my corona where his tongue was caressing its many nerve endings, and it quickly spread to my entire helmet. I removed my mouth from Mike's prick as my eyes closed and I withdraw into myself, captivated by the intense sensations. Mike suddenly yanked my foreskin all the way back and I felt his lips encircling my rim, before he pulled it forward again. His tongue tickled my gaping slit, triggering my orgasm.
Hot sparks of sensation shot into my glans as I cried out, and I felt the first burning rush of cream in my urethra. My hips bucked as I thrust my throbbing prick deeper into his mouth, and the gush of hot cream shot through my foreskin's nipple, past his tongue, and spilled into his mouth. Mike was grunting almost as loudly as I was, so caught up in the passion of the moment. Mike's tongue worked around my glans, lapping up the juice that flowed freely, and then I shot another load. The fiery liquid seared its way up my tube to disgorge into my foreskin and onto Mike's waiting tongue, and I writhed in blissful agony.
Now I felt Mike's strong fingers push back on my foreskin, stripping my helmet of its covering, and I felt the shock of Mike's teeth lightly scraping my corona. This triggered another discharge that erupted from my throbbing helmet into his mouth. Now Mike stopped and just held my foreskin back hard, the tension in my gee-string making the glans dip toward my toes, and this stimulated another hot discharge that coated the inside of his mouth. I thrust deeper into his mouth and felt the front dome of my helmet bump the back of his throat as I shot again.
Now we were still as my prick discharged its final loads, fading to a thin seep of cream and natural lubricant as my orgasm slipped into history. After a minute I opened my eyes and told Mike:
"Go ahead, lick it clean. It's not as sensitive now." I felt his tongue working around my head, lapping the creamy juice from its tender surface. He was still holding my foreskin back to maintain access to the rim and the deep groove behind it, cleaning them of the residue of my cream. Finally, he removed his mouth and pulled my hood forward to protect my glans.
"That was a great feeling," he commented. "You tip felt so big and smooth, and it throbbed so hard in my mouth when you were shooting. That cream shot right out of your skin before I pushed your hood back, and then I had your helmet right in my mouth. I really had to swallow hard, though because you shot so much." Now I took his hard prick back into my mouth, the hairs of his pubic bush tickling my nostrils as I worked my lips all the way down his shaft. My tongue worked all around the small head, beginning with the slit in front.
Mike's slit was small and tight, which is why his jets shot with so much force when he ejaculated. I'd noticed that some guys with long slits merely dribbled, but that those with tight slits such as Mike's always shot in long hard jets. I swiped my tongue across his slit, and felt his prick throb in response. Now I twisted my head so that my lips, encircling his scar ring, gave it sideways friction. I also worked my tongue around his rim, which I could feel becoming harder and larger. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Paul's hand reach down to cup Mike's scrotum.
"Mike shoots a hell of a lot," Paul warned me. "He's got quite a tasty load, though." I worked my mouth around Mike's small hard prick, anticipating the moment when he'd disgorge his load into my mouth. I heard Mike's breathing become more rapid and shallow, and I knew he was close. His stomach muscles rippled as they tightened in front of my eyes.
Mike was moaning now, and I knew he was totally caught up in the excitement of the moment. I tasted the salty, slippery fluid that seeped from his slit onto my tongue, and I knew that the sperm were not far behind. Mike's moaning got louder, and his legs began to tremble in that fine tremor that a lot of guys get when orgasm approaches.
Suddenly Mike cried out as I felt a hard throb inside my mouth. The hard jet tickled the back of my throat as it erupted from his small tip. The taste and odor of chlorine filled my mouth and nasal cavity, mixing with the salty taste of his natural lubricant.
Mike's hips bucked, thrusting his small prick deeper into my mouth as his acorn-size glans hammered against my tongue, erupting again in a thin but powerful jet. He cried out in pure joy as the blissfully agonizing sensations flooded his body. I swallowed hard, almost drowning because of the volume of his discharge.
I sucked hard at his throbbing prick, drawing out the juice and savoring its taste. Now he yelped as his prick throbbed again and shot another load into my waiting mouth. I knew what he was feeling, with two guys working on his body to heighten the spasms of his climax.
Mike shot again, but without the force of his previous discharges. Another jet poured into my mouth, with less force but the same volume. I kept swallowing, glad to receive his life-juice into my throat, until he was still. I tasted the residue seeping from his slit as his penis softened in my mouth and he sank into the pleasant daze that follows orgasm.
"That was terrific," Mike said after a couple of minutes. "I wish we could do it again right now." His prick had shrunk and I'd let it slip from between my lips. I'd carefully lapped up all of his cream, and now it was wet only with my saliva.
"I think we've got to take care of Paul," I told him as I rolled over to see Paul lying flat on his back, slowly stroking his shaft and glans with a fingertip. He's certainly had two spectacles to prime his pump, and a large drop of lube seeped from between the lips of his long slit to fall onto his abdomen.
I moved into position and licked at the tasty fluid that had collected on his abdomen, and then wrapped my lips around his large helmet shaped glans. It felt warm and hard, and more of the salty juice flowed from his slit onto my tongue. I worked my tongue-tip in small circles around his slit several times, and then plunged my tongue into his orifice. He gasped and his body stiffened at the sudden sensation, and now I cupped his balls in my left hand. My right hand was stabilizing his shaft, and I tightened my grip to compress the veins and heighten his erection.
The effect was immediate. His helmet swelled and became harder against my tongue, and his breathing became more shallow and quick as the rush of sensations hit him. Mike moved in beside me to caress the insides of Paul's thighs, and we both worked on him in unison to bring on his climax. Paul had waited the longest to shoot his cream, and he deserved to have his juices drained without delay.
Now I twisted my head to give his corona and the tender tissues behind it the delicious sideways friction we knew he enjoyed. I felt his helmet throb against my tongue, and tasted more of the salty seepage that had been teasing my taste buds up to now.
Paul began grunting, totally absorbed by the delicious sensations flowing into his hot hard prick, and I knew he'd be unloading within seconds. His stomach muscles tightened in front of my eyes, and he began thrusting slightly upward, deeper into my mouth. My fingers were tight around the base of his shaft, ensuring that his erection was as rock-hard as it could be, because I knew that the engorgement sensitized the nerve endings.
Now Paul cried out in joyful agony and I felt his helmet throb hard against my tongue and palate as it shot its first discharge into my throat. I swallowed hard just in time for Paul to yelp again and his second load to erupt into my mouth. Again, I tasted and smelled the familiar chlorine flavor that characterized human sperm, and I inhaled deeply and swallowed again.
Paul's entire body shuddered as his straining glans blew another stream into my mouth. He was totally overwhelmed by the intense sensations, sobbing mindlessly as the fury of his orgasm wracked his helpless body. His glans hammered against my tongue as it spit load after load down my throat.
Paul had been waiting the longest for release, and he released more than Mike and I had. His spasms continued, ever weakening, until his flow had slowed to a dribble. I felt his penis begin to soften in my mouth as his breathing returned to normal and his body began to relax.
We lay on the bed for many minutes, contemplating the intimacy of our shared experience that evening. There was no need for words, just an occasional caress or kiss. Paul, Mike, and I were very compatible, and very comfortable with each other. We bonded in a way that would have been inconceivable with Jimmy, but natural with us three.
Later we got into the shower. The hot water rinsed away traces of our juices and stimulated our sphincters. Mike and Paul, with their hoodless pricks, were the first to release their yellow streams. My helmet still had its rain cover on it, and I didn't feel the urge as strongly as they did.
Mike, however, was eager to see my foreskin distend as Paul had described it to him. He reached down and pinched the end of my overhang, and I consciously relaxed my sphincter. I felt the flow start as the hot liquid poured down my urethra, and then my hood began to swell as it filled. When it was twice the diameter of my shrunken shaft, Mike released it and we watched the yellow gush drop down to the floor of the shower. Mike pinched it again, and my foreskin began to distend. Again, Mike let go of my nipple and released the contents into the shower. We did this a couple more times until I was drained.
"We all like to pee after sex," Paul said.
"It flushes me out perfectly," I commented.
"I bet it feels good, too," Mike joined in. "You feel the pee running around the head inside your skin and that's just great."
"That, too," I agreed. We soaped each other and then rinsed off, finally drying each other after shutting off the water. Back in the bedroom I asked Mike when he'd have more news about Jimmy.
"There won't be more news for awhile unless he pleads guilty," he told me. "I'm sure he's `lawyered up' by now, and he might seek a trial. That can take weeks or months."
It would take many weeks for a trial, and then events took a surprising turn.
Continued in Part 9