Buddy Sleeve Trio, Part 2 By Jack Santoro Jackinnm1@yahoo.com
That week I bought a baby enema, a simple device consisting of a rubber bulb that size of a lemon, and a nozzle. Basically, the baby enema is a syringe. As I'd been the only one to experience a jet of hot sperm shooting down my urethra, I thought that if I used the baby enema to shoot a jet of hot water down Eric's and Mike's pricks, this would be an acceptable simulation, just as the buddy sleeve had made an acceptable substitute for docking. I explained the idea to Mike when I got home, and I could tell from the look in his eyes that he would have enjoyed having me use it on him right then. However, we'd agreed not to have an orgasm until we met Saturday morning.
Eric arrived right after breakfast that Saturday, and we went right into the bedroom. Mike and I shucked our bathrobes, and Eric undressed. As he pulled down his boxers, we saw that his prick was wrapped in paper towels. Seeing our stares, he explained:
"I've been thinking about this all week, and the last couple of days, I've been leaking juice. It got embarrassing at work when someone else noticed a wet spot on my pants. I've had to use these paper towels to keep my pants dry." He removed the wad of towels and we saw that his prick was already half-hard with excitement. Mike gently pushed him down on the bed.
"Well, Eric," he said. "You're so hot you wouldn't last a second inside the buddy sleeve. I'd better give you some relief right now so that when you do it, you'll last longer." We all knew that a guy is always slower the second time around, and we were sure that when Eric was once more able to get an erection, he wouldn't be popping off uncontrollably. Mike lay next to him in a "69" position and grasped Eric's half-hard prick between two fingers, stabilizing it while he pushed his tongue into the puckered foreskin orifice.
Eric's prick quickly swelled to full erection, and he grasped Mike's prick, engulfing the big helmet with his lips. I quickly ran to the adjoining bathroom and filled the baby enema with hot water, shooting a little squirt onto my finger to make sure the water wasn't too hot. Now I returned to the bedroom, where Mike was probing deeper with his tongue,, and I knew he was strumming Eric's slit from side to side.
"When he's ready to come, Mike, take your head off so I can give him a squirt of hot water," I whispered into his ear. Eric's eyes were closed and he neither saw me nor heard me. This was good, as I wanted it to be a total surprise for him.
Now Mike had Eric's prick deeper into his mouth, and I knew his tongue was circling the ridge of Eric's glans, caressing the rim and the deep groove behind it. Eric too was working on Mike's big helmet and the sensitive skin between the rim and the scar ring. Both of them were breathing hard, but I knew that Eric had to be ahead of Mike. I knelt on the bed next to them, ready to use the rubber syringe when the moment came.
I saw Mike rip Eric's shaft a bit tighter and draw the skin back toward the base to expose the head. Now he wa working his lips around the corona, giving a twist with each stroke to bring Eric to the brink. Eric in turn had Mike's six inch prick deep in his mouth, and it seemed his was probing mike's slit with his tongue-tip. Both were grunting softly as their excitement mounted.
Now Mike's head came up, revealing Eric's red strawberry shaped glans, glossy and fully engorged, and he looked up at me expectantly. I gently inserted the tip of the nozzle into Eric's well-lubricated slit and squeezed the bulb. Eric's head jerked back from Mike's prick and he gave a loud yelp as the unexpected hot sensation hit him. I pulled the syringe away from his prick and we watched as a strong stream of water and sperm shot upward from his distended meatus to fall back on his abdomen.
Eric wailed loudly as his throbbing prick gushed again, sending a jet of white cream into the air several inches. His hips bucked as he thrust wildly, his body gripped in the hot frenzy of his orgasm. His jaws were clenched and his legs trembled as each spasm hit him, and I guessed that he wasn't even aware that we were here because he was too wrapped up in his own sensations.
Now his jets weakened, not shooting as high, and in a few seconds his ejaculations dwindled to a slow dribble from his slit. Mike, as ever fascinated by Eric's intact prick, leaned down to lick the last drops from his oozing meatus as his finger slid along the underside of his shaft to expel the last drops from him.
Now, as Eric's prick lost its erection, Mike pulled the copious foreskin forward to protect the precious head. Eric was utterly still, relaxed and torpid from the after-effects of the intense biological storm. Mike still had his erection, and my prick had hardened as well from watching the erotic action.
"That really worked on him," Mike commented as we waited for Eric to revive. I was sure Eric would want to know what we'd done to him, to produce such as intense reaction, and I was eager to explain it to him, especially as he'd be doing the same thing to Mike.
"Well," I said. "I'd really expected it to, as I've had the experience of having hot sperm shot up my tube, and I knew how great it feels. I want you to get the same feeling."
"I can believe that, after seeing what it did to you and Eric," Mike replied. "How are we gonna do this, with us inside the buddy sleeve?"
"I think we'll go at it until you're ready to come, and then you pull out and Eric will squirt the hot water into your urethra. Then, if you can, you go back into the sleeve and finish there. I'll be dropping my load not long after." By this time Eric had begun to stir, and I saw him open his eyes.
"What happened?" he asked, rousing himself from his daze. "One moment Mike was giving me oral and the next my cock just exploded." I began to explain:
"Mike was giving you oral, but we had a big surprise for you. You saw how I reacted when you and Mike shot your sperm into my prick. I wanted you to have the same experience." I showed him the baby enema. "Just before you started to come, Mike pulled away and I squirted some hot water into your slit. That's what you felt, and we saw what it did for you. You almost jumped off the bed."
"Oh, wow," Eric said. "That was such a terrific feeling. When I felt that hot liquid shooting into me, I didn't know where I was. It went right down my shaft into the root of my penis." I smiled. It was gratifying that this simple technique had worked so well for Eric, and I was confident that it would work well on Mike. However, it wouldn't be a surprise for him.
"Well, if you guys want to lube up and get into the sleeve, I'll stroke it for you. I can see you're both hard and hot right now," Eric offered. Mike picked up the sleeve and the squeeze bottle of Astroglide and squirted some lubricant inside the sleeve, and then into his hand. He spread the clear slippery fluid over both our pricks and we were ready. I lay facing him and as Eric held the sleeve, I eased my big blunt helmet into it. Mike lay on his side and came in from the other end until his helmet butted against mine. Eric began stroking and I relished the sensation of rings of studs riding over my corona, rubbing and compressing the nerve endings. Under my glans, the studs worked their magic in my triangular groove and frenulum, and I sighed in delight.
Mike and I held hands as Eric continued to stroke the sleeve over our pricks. I felt the warmth of Mike's glans against mine and this added to my arousal. Now Mike spoke:
"Jack, neither of us has come in a week. This means we're pretty charged up. I don't think it'll take me more than a couple of minutes to come. How about you?"
"Same here, Mike. I think you'll come before I do, because Eric was really working on your prick before he came."
"Yeah, I'm sure you're right, Jack."
"Eric, how about going into the bathroom and getting some hot water into the baby enema so that you'll be ready when Mike's about to come?" I asked. "I'll keep the sleeve stroking while you're gone."
"Okay, Jack," Eric agreed and let go of the sleeve. I immediately grasped it and continued the insistent back and forth motions. Now Mike's breathing accelerated and became shallow. Eric came back in and looked at Mike.
"Mike, when you feel you're on the edge, pull out," he said. He sat behind me and resumed stroking the sleeve while his other hand held the syringe ready. We both monitored Mike's breathing and watched his prick through the transparent sleeve. After another minute Eric muttered:
"His tip's darker now. I think he's very close." At this moment Mike suddenly pulled his prick out of the sleeve and I grasped it and angled it up to receive the nozzle in his urethra. Eric's hand moved down, inserted the nozzle in Mike's lubricated orifice and squeezed the bulb. Mike shuddered and yelped loudly as a thick gush of water and sperm shot from his prick. He was breathing hard I guided his prick back into the sleeve before his second discharge started. Mike's hips bucked and he thrust his helmet hard against mine as he gushed hot fluid. My pouting orifice funneled his cream straight down into my urethra and I cried out helplessly as I felt the heavy pounding begin deep inside me. Our eyes closed.
Mike's straining prick shot again, and again I felt the rush of hot fluid down my tube as my first discharge rushed up my urethra in the opposite direction. I felt the hut surge in my tube as the mixed fluids gushed up toward my helmet. Both our pricks throbbed again as they shot heavy gushes into the tube between our helmets. Our bulging tips were awash in sperm and hot water as they throbbed.
My entire world consisted of our throbbing pricks, straining inside the soft plastic sleeve that Eric continued to stroke over us to heighten our sensations. Another gush of hot sperm burned its way up my urethra as I tumbled in the free-fall of my orgasm. I heard myself moaning and gasping in the far distance, but nothing else came through because my senses were completely overwhelmed by the fiery rush of my orgasm. My prick throbbed with each gush, sending another jet to fill the sleeve, and my helmet was awash with hot fluid.
I felt my throbs weaken as my orgasm faded. Mike's prick was now still, although yet hard with the big helmet pressed against mine. It felt pleasantly hot inside the sleeve, and Eric's fingers squeezed it slowly and rhythmically, enhancing the afterglow we felt. A feeling of lassitude came over me as my body relaxed, and now I was utterly still, like Mike.
It seemed like days later that I opened my eyes to see Mike looking at me. He asked:
"Awake? Are you with us?" I nodded affirmatively and he said:
"That was terrific. Now I know what it felt like for you. I saw what it did to Eric too. We're both glad you thought of this."
"I never thought Mike and I would ever get to feel that sensation, since our holes don't pout the way yours does," Eric added. "Why is your hole so wide open, anyway, Jack? Did the doctor cut it open when he circumcised you?"
"No, that wasn't it, Eric," I replied. "Otherwise Mike's hole would be the same way, since our mothers had the same obstetrician and he cut us both. I think it's just hereditary, like my rim flares more than his. His slit's a little longer than mine, but mine opens up during erection.
"Well, you both have beautiful cocks, even though you're circumcised," Eric said. "I like the shape of those helmets." I had to reply to this:
"Well, Eric, I think your prick is beautiful too, especially the red color and smooth glossy texture. Mike and I are really turned on by your foreskin. We love to stick our tongues under it because we know how good it feels to you."
"Yeah, Jack, when you slip your tongue inside my skin I get two sensations, one the friction against the head and the inside of my skin, and second the stretching of my skin. Stretching it feels hot too." I had guessed that the nerve endings in Eric's foreskin were also sensitive to stretching, and he'd just confirmed it.
By now our pricks were limp and shrunken, and they slipped out of the sleeve, allowing the collected fluids to seep into the towel. We got up and Mike gathered the towel, wrapping the sleeve in it, and we went into the bathroom. Mike put the towel in the hamper and took the sleeve with him as he stepped into the shower. We followed, and I slid the translucent door shut behind us. We turned on both showerheads and enjoyed the hot water sluicing over our bodies. The warmth gave me the urge to pee, and as I looked down at my yellow stream I saw one flowing from Mike's helmet.
Eric skinned back to bare his glans to the hot water and in a couple of seconds joined us in flushing out his urethra. After we'd finished draining ourselves we rinsed our bodies. We didn't have to soap up as we weren't really dirty. As we were drying ourselves Mike and I watched as Eric patted his red strawberry glans dry and then slid his foreskin delicately forward to once more cover and protect the precious tip. I envied him, and I was sure Mike did too.
We dressed and went out to lunch in Eric's Honda, arriving at a Chinese Restaurant that also served sushi. As we ate, we discussed the next step:
"The docking sleeve works fine, and so does the syringe to shoot hot water into our urethras, but I have another idea we might try," I began, happy that the restaurant was not crowded on Saturdays and that nobody was at a nearby table to overhear.
"You mean electro?" asked Mike, because he knew that I had a power box and an assortment of electrodes for stimulation by electric pulses. We had used them together from time to time, and enjoyed some hot, blasting orgasms when we did.
"Exactly," I replied. "I think there's a way to add an electric thrill to our simulated docking. The simplest way I can think of is to have an electrode on each of us and make the connection inside the sleeve, where the lubricant can act as an electrolyte." As I outlined this idea, I felt my prick stir inside my clothes, and I wondered if it seemed as appealing to my companions.
"I've heard of electro, but never tried it," said Eric. "You two use it a lot?"
"No, not a lot," Mike answered him. "We use it from time to time to add spice to our sex. We usually use it alone, but sometimes with other methods."
"The ideal in electrostim is the "HFO," hands free orgasm, but that's not always possible," I explained. "That's why sometimes we'll begin with electro and then finish off by hand or some other way if we can't get to the top with electro alone. Now here we'll be using the docking sleeve as our primary method, and the e-stim will just add something to it." Mike nodded affirmatively as I spoke.
Back home we drank a couple of cans of Pepsi each, both for the caffeine and the volume of liquid, so that we'd have full bladders. Then we stripped down and I took the e-stim power box from a drawer in my bedside table. I connected the wires to the box and explained:
"I'm going to use only one channel for this first time. Here are two blue bands, conductive electrodes for the base of your shafts. You two lead off. Put them on, and I'll connect you. Then lube up the sleeve and when you're both inside with heads touching I'll turn on the power." Mike took the blue bands to the bathroom sink to wet them for better conductivity and then put one around the base of Eric's penis. He then put the other one on his shaft while I tweaked Eric's foreskin to produce an erection. I squeezed his glans through the skin and then pulled the hood back to reveal the red strawberry head. Eric's prick responded quickly and he in turn grasped Mike's prick with two fingers squeezing the big bare helmet.
Mike began squeezing my glans, as we all knew that rhythmic squeezes always produced a powerful hard-on. It didn't take long for us to attain full erections, and we were ready to go. I spread a towel on the bed and lubricated their pricks thoroughly, carefully keeping Eric's hood back behind his thick rim. I squirted a shot into the sleeve and then held it as they eased their pricks into it. When their tips met in the center, I turned on the power box.
"Do you both feel it?" I asked. Mike nodded, as I knew he would because th feeling of the electric pulses was familiar to him.
"It feels strange," Eric said. "It gives me a sort of tingle."
"That's the way it works," I assured him. "Just ride that tingling feeling while I start stroking you." I began sliding the sleeve back and forth on their pricks. Mike and Eric clasped hands, enjoying the intimacy of going head to head in the sleeve as the rows of studs rode over their hot hard tips.
"That tingle feels like it's in my urethra," Eric told us. "It's not like having hot water shot in but it's really nice." I was glad that e-stim was a positive experience for him, as I knew some guys didn't like it.
"Enjoy the ride," I urged. "This is the second time around for us, so we'll all be slower in coming."
"With the electro, it should be as intense as the first time," Mike commented to Eric. "Can you bump the power up a little?" he said to me. I turned the power knob up a few percent, knowing that too quick a rise in power could be uncomfortable.
"That feels stronger, more intense," said Eric. "It makes my cock feel harder." That was familiar to me, as in my experience the pulses had made my prick engorge even more.
"Is the tingle still in your urethra?" I asked him.
"Yes it is," he said. I think I could come from just that alone."
"How about you, Mike?" I asked. "Is the feeling in your urethra or what?"
"It's in the head and all over, really," he replied. "Can you turn up the power another notch? I think this is working great for both of us." I twisted the power knob slightly and heard Mike's breathing become more rapid. Eric was now moaning softly.
"Aha, aha, aha, aha," he went as the sensations built up in his penis. I was sure he's be shooting his cream before Mike did, not only because his prick was more sensitive, but the unfamiliar electro sensations were pushing him hard toward the peak.
"Your balls are tight against your bodies," I commented. "Looks like you'll be dropping your loads soon." I nudged the power level up another increment.
"That tingle's so hot," Eric muttered, and I saw his body tense. Through the clear plastic I saw his glans turn a darker red, indicating that he was close to the brink.
"Eric's gonna come," I told Mike. He didn't reply, and I knew he too was becoming caught up in his sensations and that his awareness of the world outside his body was dimming. Eric's eeyes closed and I knew it was now just a matter of seconds.
Eric yelped and his body lurched, and I knew he was sliding into the free-fall of orgasm. I felt his prick throb insie the sleeve. I began to pump the sleeve hard, noting that the space around Eric's glans was filling with white fluid. Eric cried out again and his prick gushed another load into the enveloping soft plastic, coating mike's big helmet. Mike's eyes closed and I hoped he'd start coming before Eric had finished.
Eric's penis gushed again, and this time I heard Mike grunt hard. Mike grunted again and now I felt his prick join Eric's in throbbing hard. The sleeve was full of their juices, mixing with the Astroglide, and some was leaking from both ends as I continued to pump it along their pricks. Eric's orgasm was slowing down, and now Mike was gushing and grunting the most as he continued to pour his cream into the tube.
Mike's orgasm now began to fade, and the throbs grew weaker as his jets changed to a steady oozing. Of course, my prick was hard as a rock from watching and feeling them come, and I knew I'd be ready for release soon. Now bith Mike and Eric were still, dazed and torpid, bodies totally relaxed as their erections slowly deflated. I turned off the power box.
Eric opened his eyes after a couple of minutes, looked up at me, and said:
"Oh, that was terrific. Between the friction and the electro, my cock really exploded. I've never felt anything like it in my life."
"Better than your first orgasm?" I asked. I knew that for most of us the first orgasm was the most intense and shattering. Mine had brought tears to my eyes and paralyzed me for a couple of minutes afterward.
"Almost," he said. "It was like a fourth dimension." By now Mike had opened his eyes, and I knew he was back to full consciousness.
"It was pretty hot for me too," he said. "When Eric started shooting that hot juice pouring over my helmet really set me off." He pulled his shrunken prick out of the sleeve, as Eric did a couple of seconds later. Mike loosened the blue band and slid it off his prick. Now he slipped it onto mine, sliding it down to the very base of my shaft.
"You're hot and hard, Jack," Eric said. "I think you're ready to go." He slipped the blue band from his prick and Mike took it and stuffed it into one end of the sleeve.
"This'll make the circuit complete," Mike explained as he slid the sleeve over my big blunt helmet and down my shaft. I lay on my back, content to let him take charge. He began sliding the wet sleeve up and down my prick. I felt a gentle tingle in my prick as he turned on the power box. Eric moved closer to me and cupped my balls in his hand.
"I want to feel your scrotum as it draws up against your body," he said. His gentle fingers bobbed my balls and added to my sensations. I saw Mike turn up the power as he continued to stroke the sleeve up and down my shaft and glans. The tingle in my prick increased.
"You won't get that had-to-head feeling, but you're getting a longer stroke because yours is the only cock in there," Mike said. He had a point. Although I missed the warmth of another glans pressed against mine, more rows of studs rode over my glans and shaft. I felt the gentle bumps as they compressed my flaring rim from each direction.
"Your balls are tight now," Eric said as he removed his hand. "I'm going to put hot water in the syringe. That way, you'll still get that hot feeling, although my cock isn't in there with yours." He went to the bathroom and returned with the syringe in his right hand.
"Mike, when he's ready to come, can you keep the sleeve low enough so that I can slip this nozzle into his hole?" Mike nodded, and turned the power level up another increment.
"That tingle feels really hot," I told them. "I'm really getting turned on." I felt a combination of sensations pouring into my hot hard prick, bringing me closer to the magic moment. Just thinking of the syringe Eric had prepared to squirt hot water into my orifice gave me a added fillip of sensation.
"Even with the blue band in the sleeve, I can still see your helmet," Eric told me. "It's getting darker purple, and your hole's really pouting. The vein on the right side of your shaft is bulging because the blue band's compressing it and making your cock harder." He was absolutely right. I felt a pleasant feeling of congestion in my prick and I knew my glans was fully swollen, ready to disgorge its hot fluid. The hot electro tingle increased as Mike turned the knob again, and my eyes closed.
"He's right on the edge," I heard Mike say in the distance as I withdrew into myself to relish the powerful sensations. My glans had developed a tingle of its own, adding to the electro tingle coursing through my prick. "Give it to him now." I felt something push into my meatus and shoot a hot stream down my urethra. My prick exploded and the root contracted, sending a stream of hot juice into my tube. I felt the fiery liquid sear its way up my prick as I cried out helplessly. My prick throbbed and tingled as another jet shot forcefully up my urethra and erupted from my tip. Mike was pumping me hard now, and the buddy sleeve's studs were sending their messages of joy into my nerve endings.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. My prick throbbed again, sending another jet shooting up from the tip. More jets followed as I drained myself until I was merely seeping sperm.