Chris' Friend Ben

Chris' Friend Ben, Part 3 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

I hadn't seen Ben for a couple of months, because our work obligations had consumed a lot of our time and our schedules often conflicted. This Saturday, however, we were both free, and Ben invited me to meet a buddy of his, Frank, promising that the morning would be very interesting. When I rang his bell at eight, I found that Frank was already there, and best of all, both Ben and Frank were naked. We were all in our early 40s, and about six feet, with slim builds. Ben and I had brown hair and eyes, while Frank was blond, right down to his pubic hair. I was especially happy to see that all three of us had foreskins. Mine was the longest, forming a nipple beyond the glans when I was limp, and still covering the head with full erection. Frank's foreskin was the shortest of the three, covering all of the head except for a dime-sized opening in front, which revealed the deep cleft in his glans at the bottom of which was his slit. Ben's foreskin was longer than Frank's, forming a thick pucker beyond the end of his glans, but the excess was not as long as my nipple. As we sat down in Ben's kitchen to drink coffee, Ben explained to Frank: "You know that the doctor cut the tight front ring of my foreskin off when I was two days old because he said I'd have trouble peeing. This left me with enough foreskin to cover the head halfway when I was limp, but when I got hard it always peeled back all the way. Well, I always resented this, and about eight months ago began stretching what foreskin I had to get more length. I pulled it forward over the head and taped it in place, and over the months I did get more length. Since I want to end up with skin like Jack, after the first couple of months I put a big stainless steel ball bearing inside the hood to put more tension on the skin." "I saw that. You took the tape off and removed the ball when I got here," Frank said. "I was really impressed with that, since the last time I saw you was a couple of years ago." "I'm glad I've been stretching. I want a long foreskin, with lots of overhang. That extra skin makes for really long strokes, and you both know how much I'm into foreskin action." Ben poured us more coffee as he spoke. The sex talk was getting to me, and I felt my penis stir. "Keep at it and you might grow enough skin to dock me. You have an extra ball, or can you tell me where to get one?" Frank asked. "I've always liked my foreskin and I'd like to experiment to get some extra length." "I'd bought an industrial ball bearing at a surplus store, and I've got a bunch of these balls in my garage, Frank. I'll be glad to give you a couple. I'm sure you'll be able to grow a foreskin like Jack's, with the head start you've got." Ben reached over and tweaked the end of my foreskin, then began rolling it between thumb and forefinger. Frank saw this, and spoke: "That's what I mean by foreskin action. My foreskin's so sensitive, and you can get me hard without even touching the head or shaft. I guess Jack's the same way." Frank was on my right, and as he watched Ben fingering my hood, I reached down to grasp his foreskin-covered head. I gently twisted the hood, giving him both sliding and stretching sensations. "Let's drink up and get into the bedroom," Ben urged as he finished his cup. We got up, still holding each other's pricks, and shuffled into his bedroom, where the big queen-size awaited us. We sat in the same relative positions on the edge of the bed, Frank on my right and Ben on my left. I'd noticed that Frank, like Ben, had low-hangers, the sort of loose scrotum that hangs down but tightens up with sexual excitement. Mine was naturally tight, and drew up only slightly farther against my body when I got hot. "That feel good to you?" I asked Frank unnecessarily because I saw and felt his penis engorge as I massaged the foreskin in a twisting motion over the swelling glans. "It really does," he replied. "You really know how to work a foreskin." "Frank, just lie back on the bed while Jack and I go to work on you," Ben suggested. Between the two of us, we'll make your prick feel really good. You know how I'm into foreskins, and I'll worship yours." Frank lay back and spread his legs, giving Ben and me full access to his groin. Ben leaned over as I removed my hand and licked the edge of Frank's retreating foreskin, the point of his tongue caressing the glans under it as well. Ben stabilized Frank's engorging cock, which was swelling out of his foreskin, and worked his tongue-tip in circles around the stretching hood. Meanwhile, I cupped Frank's balls with one hand while caressing the insides of his thighs with the other. "I love the aroma of foreskin," I said. My head was almost as close to Frank's prick as Ben's, and his cock odor reached me as well. The wet head, speckled with white flecks of smegma, continued to push out of Frank's hood as it swelled, and I was enjoying the sight. Frank's tip was red, unlike mine and Ben's, which were purple. Frank's glans was helmet-shaped, like mine, but the front dome was parted by a deep cleft, so that it looked slightly like a pair of buttocks. The long slit was recessed inside this cleft, and was already seeping lubricant. "I love the taste of the head, and the juice that comes out of the slit. I also like the cheese, as long as it's fresh like yours," Ben mumbled as his tongue continued to work around the edge of the foreskin, then came forward to probe the cleft, picking up the clear lubricant mingled with flecks of white. By this time, I was fully hard, my helmet making a big bulge in the end of my foreskin, which still covered it completely. Ben's tongue had licked Frank's tip clean, and now it glistened wetly, covered only by Ben's saliva. Ben had stopped handling my prick, but I was very excited by the action we were giving Frank's prick. Frank's penis was very slightly longer than my six inches, and had a graceful upward curve with erection. A large vein ran along the top of the shaft. Mine measured exactly six from pubic bone to the end of the glans, and Ben's was about six and a half. We were all at least of average thickness, and Ben's and mine had a big vein on their right sides. "Your head's still half-covered," I said to Ben. "That's how you used to be when you were soft." Ben was now hard, and the sheath had retreated to leave the front dome exposed. I saw that Ben's long slit had pouted, forming an oval, filled with a large drop of clear fluid. I removed my hand from Frank's thigh and touched the tip of Ben's bell-shaped glans, wetting it, and then brought it to my lips. "Tastes salty," I commented. "Frank, you want a taste of Ben's lube?" "I'd love to taste it," he replied. "I've tasted Ben's juice before, and always loved it." I dipped my finger into Ben's lube again and brought it to Frank's lips, coating them with the clear viscous fluid. "There, now you can lick it off your lips." I again caressed Frank's inner thighs as he licked at his lips, savoring the exciting flavor. Now Ben had Frank's hood all the way back, revealing the flaring rim with its sexy upturn. He blew on Frank's swollen helmet, and I saw Frank's penis jerk with the sudden sensation. "Feels cold," he murmured in delight. "You're really an expert at making my cock feel good." Now Ben's tongue-tip flicked out to burrow into the cleft again, lapping up the lubricant and moving down to the deep triangular groove under the head where the two sides of the glans met. When he touched Frank's tightly-stretched gee-string Frank moaned. Meanwhile, I'd begun kneading Frank's balls, feeling his sac contract with his excitement. "There's more to come," Ben said as he grasped Ben's penis behind the head, pulling the foreskin farther back. The tension bared the deep groove behind the flaring rim, and Ben's tongue followed, running around the furrow from the bottom to the top and down the other side to lick away the whitish coat that covered the back-face of Frank's corona. Ben pulled harder to make Ben's gee-string tug the head down towards his balls, which we all knew produced a delightfully erotic feeling. We watched Frank's helmet become distorted with the tension, the dome leaning over and down as the gee-string tugged it. "I can feel myself leaking," Frank commented. I knew what he meant. On the rare occasions when I secreted lubricant, I'd feel each drop crawling up my tube. Drops of lubricant seeped from his slit, which was now gaping, running down the groove onto Ben's waiting tongue. Ben licked at Frank's taut gee-string, adding to his sensations. I shuffled myself around to take the half-exposed head of Ben's erection between my lips, my tongue probing his long oval slit. The salty taste excited me, as did the musky aroma of his glans and foreskin. I pushed my tongue under Ben's hood until I touched the rim, and worked my tongue down one side of the big purple bell. Now my lips pushed Ben's hood all the way back to reveal the bell-shaped head. Ben's glans was large and full, like mine, but the rim dropped almost straight down around the shaft, and the flaring upturn gave it a bell-like shape. "Better stop that," Ben admonished. "I love the feeling but you'll make me come before we get Frank finished off." I returned my attention to Frank's scrotum. Ben's fist clamped around Frank's shaft, pulling the foreskin up over the engorged head, then letting go to allow it to peel back once more. This stroke had compressed Frank's rim, and now I saw it fill with blood again, swelling to full size. "You guys will have me coming soon," Frank whispered. Ben pulled back hard on his foreskin again, to expose the groove and put tension on his gee-string. "My bladder's full," I commented to Frank. "I'm sure yours is too." "Right. Drinking that coffee was a good idea. I picked it up from Ben." "And I picked it up from Chris," said Ben. Chris was another friend who had taught us some sophisticated techniques of stimulation. My glans was still hidden inside its shroud, but Ben's was completely exposed, dark purple and wet. I slid his hood forward as far as it would go, half-way up the head, to keep the rim protected and moist. Frank's glans was deeper red than before and angry looking, an unmistakable sign that his climax was imminent. "You're close, Frank, very red, and this is the home stretch," Ben said as his lips closed around Frank's straining tip. I knew that he'd excite Frank even more with lip action, then trigger his orgasm by scraping his teeth on it, the way he'd done to me several times. Frank's breathing became faster and more shallow, and I saw his eyes close. His scrotum was tightly drawn up against his body, and I kneaded the twin orbs inside his sac. I knew the sensations were affecting Frank deeply because he began to moan, and now I removed my hand from his thigh to clamp it tightly around the base of his shaft. This, I knew, would constrict the veins and bring his erection to its final swelling. Ben's fingers were still holding Frank's foreskin tightly stretched to let his lips engulf the glans right down to the groove. It was obvious when Ben scraped the surface of Frank's hard, swollen helmet with his teeth because Frank yelped: "Yah! Yah! Yah!" as his hips bucked. I felt the hard pulse of his orgasm in his shaft as he shot, and I saw Ben's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed Frank's first jet. Frank yelped again, overwhelmed by the acute sensations, and released another load. I could feel his urethra pulsing as the torrent of cream shot through it, and I pulled down hard on his scrotal skin, stretching the contracted sac as far as it would go. Frank creamed several more times before I felt the throbs in his shaft weakening, and then Ben removed his head so that we could watch Frank's engorged red glans seeping the last drops. It was wet and shiny, and we could see it throbbing as Frank's sensations faded. I moved forward to lick at the gaping slit, gathering the seepage on my

tongue and savoring the heavy chlorine taste as Frank began to relax. I knew that Frank's engorged helmet was now super-sensitive, so I licked very delicately at the still seeping slit. I removed my hand from his shaft to allow Ben to milk it, and he pressed a finger into the urethra at the base and moved it forward, pushing the residue ahead of it. The mixture of white cream and clear lubricant poured onto my tongue, and I swallowed it eagerly. Frank was very quiet now, absorbed by the after-shock of orgasm, and we let him rest for a couple of minutes until he opened his eyes. Ben leaned over to kiss him on the lips, his trademark. Ben was an avid kisser, and always kissed anyone he'd just brought to orgasm. Frank reached an arm up and pulled Ben down to him for a hug. "You two really did it to me," he said. "That was a terrific come. All those sensations at once...." "We wanted you to have the best orgasm possible," I said. "I did. Ben was sucking my tip, someone pulled my skin back so hard it almost tore, I felt my gee-string being stretched..." I noticed his erection was softening somewhat, and his foreskin had slipped over the rim and begun to crawl towards the front of his glans. "I clamped my fingers around the base of your shaft," I contributed. "Was that you squeezing my balls?" "Yes it was. Four hands are better than two, right?" "Ben's lips too," Frank replied. "Now that I've come, I really have to pee. The pressure's so high it even hurts." He rose and headed for the bathroom, where he stood in front of the sink. "Can you pee?" Ben asked with concern. "Or are you still too hard?" "I need to, but I'm still swollen deep inside. I've got to relax." Ben turned on the water, adjusting it to very warm, and said to me: "Skin him back, Jack. Pouring warm water over the head will make him pee." I grasped Frank's foreskin and slid it back, holding it behind his rim. Ben cupped his hand and scooped the warm water up, pouring it over the naked tip. I could almost feel Frank relaxing as the warm water took effect, and after several scoops I saw a dribble of urine pour from between the deeply set lips of his slit. "Keep doing that, Ben," Frank muttered as he closed his eyes. The dribble quickly became a stream as his sphincter relaxed, and soon was a thick yellow jet pouring down the drain. "Ooooohhhh, that feels sooooooo gooooooood!" he exclaimed, enjoying the sensation. "A hot piss is always nice." He slumped slightly, the tension leaving his body, and in another minute was utterly drained. I reached between his legs with a finger, probing for the urethra, and slowly stroked it to milk the residue from him. When he was dry, I pulled his foreskin forward over the shrunken penis, and we returned to the bed. "I'm going to hold off emptying my bladder," Ben said. I nodded assent, and then Frank spoke: "Our pricks are all `growers, I noticed. They're all small when soft, and blow up to at least six inches." "Yes, we're all that way, I said. "Mine needs that long foreskin to keep the head covered when hard. I saw that your hood skins back almost all the way when you get hard." "Mine does. Does your skin stay back when you peel it?" he asked. "Yes it does. It locks behind my rim." "I noticed you've got a flaring rim, like mine. Ben's skin always peeled back all the way before, but now he's got enough to cover half the head when he's hard." He turned to Ben. "Does yours stay back now when you peel it?" "It sure does, Frank. I've got a flaring rim just like you and Jack." "Your long foreskin's a real turn-on for me," Frank said. "I didn't get a chance to handle it, but now I want to jack you. I've done Ben several times, but now I want to do you." "Help yourself." I lay back on the bed. "Is that all right with you, Ben?" "Sure. Frank and I will do you. I'll cup your balls, and Frank will do your prick." "I'll worship your foreskin," Frank said as he took hold of the end of my hood. My penis had softened slightly but now it rapidly swelled as Frank pulled on my foreskin, jiggling it from side to side. I felt Ben's hand slip between my legs to cup my tight sac. "I love doing this to a long foreskin. See the big head sliding around inside it?" I not only saw it, but felt it, the gentle friction of my foreskin stimulating my nerve endings. Frank's action was also stretching the many nerve endings in my hood, adding to my sensations. Now Ben had begun caressing the insides of my thighs. Frank steadied my penis and pushed his index finger into the hood, working it side to side across my slit. His touch made my glans tingle, and when he pushed his finger into the triangular groove under the head my prick jerked in his hand. "I hit your hot spot, didn't I?" he asked unnecessarily. He pushed his finger deeper into the sac of my tight foreskin, stretching it as he probed for my rim. The rough surface of his fingertip caressed my swollen corona, following its contours down and around under the skin. "Now I want to peel it back," Frank said. "With a long foreskin like that, it'll be great to see how it works." He began sliding my foreskin back over the engorged glans. "Just a bit at a time," Ben cautioned. "Jack likes his foreskin stretched slowly." "I know. Once I handled another guy with a foreskin like this one. He liked it pulled back a bit, then forward, then back a little more..." Frank pulled my foreskin forward again, stretching it out beyond the turgid helmet. Now he pushed back on it, and I felt the delicious stretching sensation as it slid back over my glans until a dime-sized opening was exposed. Frank pulled it forward again, and then pushed it back until the opening was a circle to size of a quarter.

"That's an unusual slit," he observed. He leaned forward and touched the tip of his tongue to my slit, sending a thrill deep into my glans. "Jack's got what we call a `teardrop' slit. When he gets hard, the lips separate to form a teardrop shape." Ben kept caressing my thighs as he spoke. "Smells and tastes good, too," Frank commented. "I love that foreskin odor. Jack's cock smells delicious, although he's not cheesy like me." He worked my foreskin forward again, then back a little more, leaning forward to lick the round purple dome of my glans. Still holding my sheath back, he worked his tongue around the forward edge, stimulating the nerve endings in my foreskin and helmet. Now I felt Ben's fingers clamp tightly around the base of my shaft. "This will make it harder," he commented. "I know he's hard already, but he'll swell a little more with this, just like you did." I felt the constriction in the veins of my shaft, and my glans strained with the augmented blood pressure. "It's beautiful," Frank said as he pulled my foreskin forward, and then pushed it back far enough to uncover the entire front dome, including the twin lobes under the head. "He's got a real lollypop head. Great to suck. I like to run my tongue under the foreskin, too." His tongue lapped around the circumference of the foreskin's orifice, and over the dome, stopping to probe my slit. A shiver ran through my body. "You're a real expert with foreskins," I told Frank. "Why not? I've got one of my own, and I've had lots of practice with guys like Ben and you. I know what feels best to a dick like yours." Now he pulled my hood outward, away from my body, and pushed it back until it stretched over my rim. His tongue worked around the mostly exposed glans, sending hot thrills down my shaft. "Jack's getting very excited with what you're doing," Ben said. "You'll make him cream a big load." "How's your bladder?" Frank asked me. "Full, very full. Lots of pressure in there." "Then I'd better make you come before it bursts," Frank laughed. He pulled my hood towards him then slowly pushed it fully back, and I felt my long foreskin poised on my flaring rim for an instant before snapping down into the deep groove behind the head. "Do him like I did you," Ben urged. "But since he's got so much skin, bring the skin forward when you suck him." Frank understood, and brought my foreskin forward over my glans and his tongue. Now his lips closed around the front of the head, pushing the hood back. His lips reached my corona and his warm fingers stretched my foreskin back farther to bare the deep groove behind it. I felt his lips enclose my corona and groove, sending hot thrills into my nerve endings. Now he pulled his lips back, his fist bringing my foreskin forward to cover the head. He changed direction and pulled my sheath back, his lips following it down my glans. "He's got a really hot purple tip," Frank exclaimed. "So smooth, so hard. The foreskin's really hot and thick, too." "Work on that big helmet," Ben said as he kept kneading my orbs inside their tight sac. His other hand kept coursing up and down the insides of my thighs, providing subtle sensations that gently pushed me towards the brink. "Now for the finale. I'm going to stop talking. I'll be too busy making Jack's big prick shoot." Frank pulled my hood forward as his lips withdrew, then pushed his mouth down on my glans, forcing the thick foreskin back over the rim. He'd been doing it slowly, but now picked up the pace, and I felt the effects of the wet friction. The surface of my glans tingled lightly wherever his lips caressed it, drawing me towards the point of no return. "Your helmet's dark purple now, and the surface looks really hard," Ben murmured in my ear. Frank grunted assent, all he could do with his mouth working on my swollen tip. Now my glans was filled with a hard tickling sensation as the nerve endings screamed under the stimulation. I began withdrawing into myself, focusing totally on the delicious sensations down below, and my awareness of the outside world faded. "Use your teeth, Frank," coached Ben. The tickling feeling had changed to a hot tingle pervading my glans and shaft, and when Frank's teeth scraped the hard surface my sensations exploded. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" I heard myself cry out as my cock-root contracted to shoot a stream of hot lava burning its way up my tube. The burning sensation of my hot cream added to my excitement, and when Frank's teeth again scraped the broad upper surface of my glans I exploded again. I was totally helpless as they worked on my prick and balls, adding sensation to sensation, thrusting me further into the hot frenzy of orgasm. Time had stopped because I was aware only of the hot pulses in my prick and cock-root, punctuated by the scrapes along my straining glans. I writhed on the bed, crying out mindlessly and helplessly, overwhelmed by the hot sensations Ben and Frank were giving me. Frank's hot lips sucked the cream from my glans as each jet erupted. Time had stopped. I was lying on my back, aware that the insistent pulsing in my prick had stopped, and that my penis was lying flat on my stomach. I slowly opened my eyes to see Ben and Frank looking down at me. Ben's lips spread in a lovely smile before he pressed them against mine. "You almost drowned me in cream," Frank said. "Ben said you don't leak much pre-come, but you sure shot enough juice. I was torpid, feeling totally drained, unable to move. I felt my erection begin to soften, and Ben's fingers delicately pulled my foreskin forward over the helmet. His touch caused my cock-root to throb, and I became aware of a new need. "Gotta pee," I said, struggling to rise. Ben and Frank's strong hands helped me, and soon I was standing in front of the bathroom sink. My crotch muscles were still too tense to let my flow begin, and Ben understood this. "You know the drill," Ben said to me. "We'll use hot water, like we did to Frank." I saw and felt Frank's fingers peeling back my foreskin far enough to lock it behind the rim as Ben adjusted the water. My sphincter was locked up tightly, but the first rush of hot water over my naked glans caused a sharp contraction deep inside. Ben cupped another handful of water over my purple tip, and now I felt a trickle begin deep inside as my sphincter began to loosen. A hot trickle seeped down my penis to drop into the sink as Ben poured more water over the still swollen head. Now my trickle became a stream, and then a hot, blasting torrent shooting through my penis and out the pouting lips of my orifice. I took a deep breath and relaxed, as the pressure in my bladder was rapidly diminishing. Frank kept my stream aimed down the drain to avoid splashing, and after a minute or two I was drained.

"That was enough to flush all the cream out of your tube," Frank commented as he pressed a fingertip into my perineum, stroking forward to bring the residue through my urethra. Several large drops emerged from my slit, and Frank gave my penis a final squeeze as he covered my shrinking glans with foreskin. The tight penis jacket hesitated at the flaring rim, then slid fully forward to shroud my helmet. "Man, your foreskin's tighter than mine and Ben's," Frank commented. "I see it slides back, but then it's like a tight collar behind the rim." Frank lightly fingered my foreskin's nipple as he spoke, lovingly rolling it between thumb and forefinger. "Jack's hood makes a tight collar behind the head and I think that adds to his pleasure," Ben said. "It acts like a tourniquet, and really makes the big helmet swell. His foreskin's really tight around the neck of his cock, and I think it squeezes the veins." "Oh, yeah, I noticed how swollen it was when I was sucking him," Frank added. "His rim really flared, and the surface was hard, like polished marble." I turned to Ben: "You have to pee? You've been waiting a long time." Ben's penis was at full erection, and I was sure the pressure in his bladder helped to maintain his hardness. "I guess I could," he said as he skinned back his hood. "I think I ought to relieve the pressure right now, and then we can take a break and drink more coffee." I turned on the water and scooped some onto his now naked glans, the hot liquid making it bob by reflex action. His distended slit formed an oval shape, right now filled with lubricant, but seconds later a slight yellow trickle seeped from its lips. I scooped more hot water onto his naked bell-shaped head, and watched the flow increase as his sphincter relaxed. Instead of dribbling, the liquid now arced as it gushed from his slit. I aimed it at the drain and lowered my head to watch his slit distend to a perfect circle as the pressure increased the flow to a torrent. When he'd finished, I held his prick as Frank milked the underside with a finger, then slid the foreskin forward. It covered the head completely, as his penis had relaxed as his bladder had emptied, and the foreskin formed in a pucker at the end. In the kitchen, Frank and I sat while Ben prepared more coffee. We hadn't bothered to dress, mainly because we enjoyed looking at each other's bodies. Our cocks were now limp, although I knew that Ben would become instantly hard once we resumed our sex play. He hadn't come yet, and had a lot of pent-up cream to shoot. "You're next," Frank commented as Ben poured the coffee. Ben's limp prick was within his grasp, and he wrapped his fingers around it, pulling Ben towards him. Frank's tongue licked at the puckered end of Ben's cock-jacket, tracing the orifice, then Frank insinuated his tongue into the pucker. I saw the outline of Frank's thick tongue-tip inside Ben's hood as he probed for the slit, then began moving his tongue in small circles inside the foreskin, stretching it slightly. He stopped momentarily to say: "I like to work my tongue inside a foreskin. That lets me taste the cock-head, and stretch the foreskin too. I know how good stretching that skin feels," Frank now resumed probing Ben's foreskin. "Wow! That feels good," Ben said as Frank's tongue-tip played inside the foreskin of his now swelling prick. Frank's tongue probed deeper, and I saw it distend the foreskin as it reached Ben's corona. Frank withdrew his tongue and we both saw Ben's prick, now almost erect, the hood drawn back from the front of the head to expose Ben's slit. "Now feel this!" Frank said as he traced small circles around Ben's leaking slit, lapping up the viscous lubricant and swallowing it avidly. Ben's cock came to full erection under this treatment, and now the front half of his bell-shaped purple head was in view. Frank licked around the edge of the foreskin, going in circles to hit every spot. His tongue brushed the swollen glans as he continued to trace the edge of Ben's hood, and Ben's slit seeped more lubricant, which Frank immediately lapped up. Now his tongue-tip lashed Ben's slit from side to side, stretching the delicate lips and making Ben stand on tip-toe. Witnessing this made me eager to have a turn at Ben's cock. "Can I try?" I asked. Ben moved over to stand beside me and I grasped his hard shaft to stead it as I moved my tongue-tip in small circles around his slit. Now I changed my tactics, moving my tongue up and down the length of the slit, tasting his salty juice. I began tracing the edge of his partly retracted foreskin, feeling the glans harden further as my tongue brushed it. "You're really doing a number on Ben's prick," Frank exclaimed as he watched the action. I ran my tongue under the head, probing into the triangular groove where the gee-string was attached. Ben's cock jerked suddenly as the sharp sensations stabbed into his tender glans, and a heavy drop of lube poured from his oval slit onto my tongue. Now I stopped. "I love that aroma. We'd better drink our coffee though," I said. "You can wait a little longer, Ben. With both of us working on you, you'll really blast off." Ben was very aroused, not only from our tongues playing around his prick, but from the recent experience of helping Frank and me to get off. He sat down next to me, and gulped his coffee, his erection visible evidence of his eagerness and impatience. I closed my fingers around the middle of Ben's shaft, dragging the skin down to the base and pulling the foreskin back to bare his beautiful bell-shaped head. "I really like playing with Ben's prick," said Frank. "Now that he's got more skin, it's more exciting." Ben poured the rest of the coffee into our cups and we lingered in the kitchen only long enough to finish it.

Ben lay supine on the bed, legs spread, and Frank and I moved into position on either side of him. Frank grasped Ben's hard cock around the base, holding it up so that his tongue had full access, while I cupped Ben's loose sac. Frank pushed Ben's foreskin up to cover almost the entire purple bell. With the first touch, I felt it tightening, drawing up against his body. I saw Frank's tongue stabbing into Ben's oval orifice, searching for more of the delicious dew. Now Frank's lips pushed back Ben's shroud, baring the head, as I caressed the insides of Ben's thighs. Ben's foreskin was gathered in a thick roll behind his rim. "Really beautiful," Frank said, gazing at Ben's bell-shaped glans. "Looks so sexy, with that high curved rim." His tongue traced Ben's corona, down one side, lingering in the hot spot under the head, then running up the other side. Ben's lubricant was now a constant flow, and Frank spread it over the head with his lips and tongue. "I'm going to keep him skinned back," he said as his tongue worked around the engorged bell. I saw his fingers tighten around the base of Ben's shaft, clamping shut the veins. The effect was immediate. The head seemed to expand slightly, and it turned darker purple. "You're doing fine," I encouraged him. "See the color change? He's close, very close." Frank now worked his lips up and down Ben's straining glans. I knew Ben was trying to relax to prolong the anticipation, but his bladder was filling rapidly, making his body tense. His balls were now tight against his body, and I grasped the lower edge of his sac and stretched his scrotum, knowing that this would add to his excitement. Ben's breathing was now heavy, punctuated by moans as Frank and I worked over his crotch area. His arms were spread out, as were his legs, and I saw his toes curl. Ben's eyes closed as his breathing became ragged, and his chest heaved. His dark, swollen tip, surrounded by the ring of drawn-back foreskin ached for relief, as mine had minutes ago. Suddenly, Ben's body shuddered hard, and I knew that Frank had scraped Ben's taut glans with his teeth, triggering his climax. "HAH! HAH! HAH! HAH!" Ben grunted loudly, and I saw Frank's Adams apple working to swallow Ben's first discharge. Ben's straining body jerked as he disgorged another load, and another. Frank's lips bobbed up and down the length of his glans, sucking avidly as Ben's thick creamy discharges erupted from his hole. When Frank stopped, I knew it was because he sensed that Ben's glans had become super-sensitive. He removed his mouth and I saw white cream seeping from the top of Ben's bell, running down its purple surface and down his shaft. Now Frank leaned forward again and lapped at Ben's shaft, licking up all traces of cream.

Ben's cock was softening, and Frank pulled his foreskin forward to shroud the shrinking head. The hood formed a loose pucker in front, loose because it had been stretched tightly back over the diameter of Ben's shaft. "I'm going to start stretching my skin with one of those balls," Frank said. "The way Ben's skin stretched he'll be able to dock me one of these months. Maybe I can do the same for him if I work at it." We lay languidly on the bed, limbs intertwined, our cocks now flaccid, feeling perfectly satisfied with our morning's efforts. Sleep crept over us lightly, and we drifted off. Upon awakening several hours later, I saw that Frank and Ben were still asleep. Ben's foreskin had tightened over the end of his penis to form its usual pucker, and I knew that when he awoke he'd have to rush into the bathroom. I wondered what we'd do during the afternoon, and I soon found out, but that's another story.

The end of Part 3