Chris' Friend Ben

Chris' Friend Ben, Part 5 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Chris's friend Ben and I had enjoyed a couple of hot sex sessions including docking, but then between work commitments that required us to be out of town, we hadn't seen each other for six months. We finally got together one weekend, when I went to his house, a large detached model with a yard, patio, and hot tub, as well as a couple of spare bedrooms. Ben's warm smile welcomed me as I came through the door, and he led me to the living room, where there was a pot of coffee waiting. He was already naked, and as I stripped down I noticed that he had a strip of tape holding the skin over the end of his penis. I remembered that he'd told me that he intended to stretch his foreskin, which had been surgically shortened, but not totally removed, when he'd been born. The doctor had told his parents that the tight front ring of his foreskin would make urination uncomfortable, and they'd consented to have just the tight ring removed. The result was that his foreskin covered only the rear half of his bell-shaped glans, keeping it moist and tender, and retracted completely with erection. As I dropped my boxers, Ben reached out and grasped the nipple of my long foreskin between thumb and forefinger, twisting it gently. He knew I liked this, and played with it willingly, as he was fascinated by my extra long hood. Last time we'd met he'd shot his sperm into it, the hot jets swirling around my glans as I'd docked him. "Using tape to stretch your foreskin?" I asked. "Looks like you've made some progress already." Ben's prick looked heavy at the end, and swung enticingly in front of his low-hangers as he moved. Yes, Jack, I've been keeping the foreskin taped over the end to keep tension on it, and it has stretched. I've been doing it 24/7, and it's done the trick. Right now, I have enough length to cover the head completely. Let me show you." He peeled off the tape, and a large stainless steel ball rolled out into his hand. I looked carefully and saw that even without the tape to hold it forward, his foreskin came to the end of his glans, the orifice gaping to reveal his slit because it lacked the tight ring that would have kept it closed over the end. "What's the ball for?" I asked. The item in question was about the diameter of his glans. "That's for getting the extra length I want. Now that the skin's stretched to the end of my head, taping wouldn't produce any tension, and tension is what I need to get more length, so that I'll eventually be just like you." "Gee, I'm glad you're making such good progress," I said. "I'm glad you're persistent enough to keep at it." "It's one of the most important things in my life right now. "I want to get back what was removed. My father had a long one like yours, and that's what I want too." I saw that, without the tape, his bell-shaped glans made a very attractive bulge in his foreskin, and that its outlines were clearly visible through the shroud. "Looks nice, very nice," I commented. He grasped my foreskin nipple again, rolling it between two fingers. "I like the way your prick feels, with the big helmet sliding around under that skin. It's so sexy." His touch was getting me aroused, and I reached for his cock, slowly sliding the skin back and forth over the bulky head, and felt it start to swell under my touch. Now I pulled his foreskin all the way back and leaned over to blow on his exposed glans, sending a shiver through him. "Damn! We're both getting hot! I haven't come for a week, saving it up for you. Want to jack each other now?" he asked. I'd love to," I replied as I snapped his foreskin forward to envelop the beautiful head. "Let's go." We finished our coffee and he led the way to the master bedroom, where a queen-sized bed awaited us. We sat on it as we'd done in the past, facing each other, his right leg over my left and my right leg over his left leg. Our crotches were only about a foot apart, and I cupped his slack balls as I worked his foreskin over his head. "Man, your prick feels good to me," he said as he stretched my foreskin out away from my body. My prick was engorging under his skilled touch, and my big helmet bulged through the tautly stretched skin. "You still lube a lot," I commented as I stripped his foreskin back to reveal the pouting slit at the end of the glans. The lips had expanded to form an oval, which was leaking pre-come copiously. I spread the viscous liquid over his glans with his foreskin, feeling the big bell swell through the fleshy covering. Erect, his penis was slightly over six inches, with a big vein on the right. "I know you don't lube much," he said, moving his hips to touch the end of his prick to mine. The contact gave me a light tingling in my prick. "You're welcome to all I can give you." He'd pulled my hood back far enough to expose the rounded front dome of my glans, and now I felt his smooth swollen tip slide sensually against mine. He worked my foreskin along the glans, retracting it a bit more on each back-stroke, because he knew I enjoyed the progressive stretching of my foreskin's nerve endings. "I love the smell of our pricks," I said, pressing the head of mine against his. I enjoyed the slippery contact as the two hard smooth domes slid over each other. He did too, for I felt a throb in his glans as it slid against mine, and heard him sigh. "Feels soooo good..." He said as we continued the sensual rubbing. Now it felt to me as if the friction was producing hot sparks in my glans, and when he skinned my hood back farther it enhanced the sensation because the tight nozzle clamped around the taper of my glans. My prick was slightly shorter than his at exactly six inches, measured from pubic bone to the end of the glans, also straight, and with a big vein on its right side. "I haven't come in five days," I said. I've built up a big load for you." We moved apart and I felt his firm grasp around my shaft as he drew the foreskin back all the way, slowly, ever slowly, to let me feel the delicious stretching sensation as the shroud expanded over my flaring rim. He gave a final tug and my foreskin bumped over the rim and snapped sharply down into the deep groove behind it, forming a thick fleshy collar. My body shuddered at the sensation, and I took a deep breath. "You didn't wash under there, either, I think," he said as he gazed at my denuded helmet and the deep groove behind it, where clumps of white cheesy material adhered to the tissues. "Doesn't matter anyway. I love the smell of your cock, especially your cheese." "I was in a hurry most of this week," I replied. "I did shower every day, but I kept my hands off my prick because I knew if I touched it, I'd get hard and horny, and I'd have to relieve myself." "I bet you'll have a terrific orgasm, since you've been saving it up that long." "I'm sure I will," I said. "I noticed that if I don't come for several days, when I finally let myself come it seems like its boiling up my urethra. The streams seem much more powerful and intense." "I noticed the same thing," he replied. Anyway, I'm sure I'll have an intense orgasm with you today." "I'm sure you will, especially when I do this," I said. "Oooohhhh..." He exclaimed as I slid his foreskin back to seat in the groove behind the head, cupping his tightening sac with my other hand. "You're hot, really hot!" I said, feeling his penis throb in my hand. Skinned back, the entire bell-shaped head stood out proudly, and I saw it had the same glossy purple color as mine. I slid his hood very slowly, capping and uncapping his swollen glans. "Pump my foreskin!" he urged. "I've been waiting for this all my life! Now that I've got enough skin to pull over the whole head I want to feel your hand stroking it hard!" I began a rhythmic pumping action on his sheath, taking long strokes to cover and uncover the big bell shaped glans fully, knowing that this was what he wanted. He was enjoying the thrill of having his foreskin pumped vigorously, not caring how quickly he came because he really needed the relief of orgasm. I pulled forward, watching the foreskin pucker at the end when I had it stretched fully over his glans. Each time I uncovered the big head, I saw another drop of lubricant ooze from the oval slit, coating the head and making it very slippery, and I knew my action was reaching him. "I can see you're getting there because because the head's changing color, turning a darker purple, especially around your flaring rim," I said. His foreskin collar was compressing the upturned rim on every forward stroke, and I increased my pace to heighten his sensations. "Make me come, please, don't tease me, just pump the cream out of me." His voice was agonized, and had a desperate tone. I looked at his face and saw his eyes close in anticipation of the impending climax. I kneaded his tight sac as I continued the smooth sliding action of his foreskin over the beautifully swollen head, and saw him shudder. He threw his head back as the full force of the orgasm hit him and his prick throbbed and spurted in my hand. His body jerked as he tumbled into the mindless frenzy of orgasm, his hot hard prick spewing repeatedly onto my stomach and groin. He'd clasped my prick hard when the fist spasm had hit him, and was holding it convulsively, squeezing hard and holding the skin back. Some of his hot cream bathed my exposed glans. Ben's loud cries filled the air. My eyes were on his cock, watching as his bell head magically appeared and vanished into the pumping foreskin under my assault. The lips of his slit distended to form a circle each time another jet spurted, and his hot cream sprayed all over my lower trunk. Now the force of his jets was weakening, and I slowed my strokes because I knew that any second his tender glans would become super-sensitive. I stopped stroking and just held his foreskin tightly back on his shaft, stretching the nerve endings, to let him complete his orgasm without distressing friction. Ben's fingers loosened, and his hand fell away from my turgid penis. Ben's gushes had become a steady seepage of fluid, no longer white and creamy but becoming clear as he drained himself. Now the flow was just clear fluid, the residue of his lubricant, and I felt him begin to relax, dazed by the heavy shocks of orgasm. He collapsed against me as his prick began to soften. I held him to me, hugging him lovingly, proud that I'd been able to provide him with a shattering climax. He raised his head and his eyes opened, staring into mine. He moved his head slightly and I felt the caress of his soft lips against mine. "Thanks, Jack. That was beautiful. Now let me do the same to you." He pushed me flat on the mattress and clasped my prick firmly to retract my foreskin, which had slipped forward over the head when he'd released it. He leaned forward, blowing on my exposed helmet, now free of its cocoon, and the sudden cold made my prick jerk in his hand. "Do it, do it to me!" I urged, aroused as I was by the sight and feel of his recent orgasm. I was primed to go, eager for him to stroke me, yearning for the feel of his strong, firm fingers around my hard shaft. He began a steady pumping rhythm, drawing my foreskin forward, then back, alternately covering and uncovering my swollen helmet. My prick was coated with his semen, helping the skin to slide easily. "I love to watch the skin riding over your tip," he said. "I know you're getting excited, and I'm going to make you come. I want to watch the cream shoot from your prick, watch the big head spurting its jets. I want to hear you moan." The sensations built up in my glans, the heavy friction driving me towards the brink, and I moaned loudly. His other hand cupped my tight sac, fingers kneading my twin orbs, adding to my sensations. The insistent friction was making my helmet tingle, and I tried to relax, hoping to delay my climax and prolong the delicious feeling of anticipation. The tingle increased, especially around the rim, which was being compressed with every hot st roke. My eyes closed. "Your tip's dark purple," he said. "I can feel the head getting harder through the skin." Now I had a heavy ache in my glans, because of the swelling and my full bladder, and my prick yearned for relief. My legs began trembling, and I felt my stomach and crotch muscles tighten. The first blast of cream blew from my prick, sending a heavy throb all over my body. I heard myself crying out with the thrill, and another convulsion shook me. Each jet felt like hot lava as it burned its way up my tube, and I cried out again and again, helpless in Ben's hands as he poured ecstatic delights into my throbbing penis. His fist yanked my skin back tightly on my shaft, and I yelped as the sudden shock in my nerve endings shot through me. I felt his lips closing around my hot exposed glans, sucking the jets from me. My hips lifted from the bed as I mindlessly thrust my helmet between his hot lips far enough to feel the sharp scrape of his teeth on its tender surface. My cock-root convulsed again at the sensation, blowing the last of my load into his mouth. I was finished. I felt a slight seeping in my urethra as the residue worked its way up towards the tip. The explosive discharges were over, but my cock-root was still throbbing, but firing blanks. I began to relax, totally drained and content, secure in Ben's care, feeling his tender hands pulling my foreskin forward to enclose my helmet. I don't know how long I lay supine, unmoving, but I remember feeling Ben's lips kiss mine softly. His hand caressed my cheek lovingly, then worked around my neck, and he kissed me tenderly again. I opened my eyes. "That was lovely," I said softly. "We really gushed this time." "Yes, we were both really hot, hot for each other. I just loved to feel your cream shooting into my mouth." "I know. I know. That was superb. I loved the feel of your fingers on my prick. I couldn't help myself, couldn't hold back." I felt my penis softening as I spoke. "The orgasm hit you so hard you would have collapsed if you hadn't been lying down," he said. "Remember I collapsed against you when you made me come?" "You did. You were really shuddering." "Come on, let's get into the shower," he said. "I think we both need to pee now, to flush out our pricks, and the hot water will do it for us." We arose and went into the bathroom, where Ben turned on the shower. With the hot water sluicing over our sweaty bodies, Ben took hold of my prick and skinned it back to let the hot water course over my bare glans. I skinned his hood back, and watched for the effect of the shower stream. We released our sphincters at the same time, gushing heavily onto the floor of the shower, enjoying the sensation of the heavy trickles in our urethras. We were facing each other, and I moved forward slightly so that our bared tips touched, enjoying the soft sensuality of his smooth glans against mine. Ben grasped me by the shoulders and kissed me again, and we stood there, joined by our lips and tips, until we were totally drained. We milked each other's urethras, driving out the last drops, then pulled the hoods forward to cover the heads. We dried ourselves, and I watched Ben insert the steel ball into his foreskin and draw the hood up over it, securing it with a strip of tape. Ben led us back into the bedroom, where we collapsed onto the bed and slept. When we awoke Ben fixed us a couple of sandwiches, and told me that a friend of his would be arriving that afternoon: "Jim is a nice guy, and when I told him about your long foreskin he was really interested, because he's cut. I'm going to show him what I'm doing, and maybe he'll try it himself." "I look forward to meeting him. Some of the hottest guys I've met have been through friends. That's how I met you." "He'll be here in a couple of hours. Meanwhile, let's go soak in the tub." Ben un-taped his foreskin, letting the ball drop into his hand. Ben had a hot tub on his enclosed patio, carefully screened to escape his neighbors' eyes when he wanted to go naked. We slipped into the water and let the bubbles caress our bodies. After a few minutes, Ben told me more about his foreskin taping procedure: "I often soak in this tub before taping up my foreskin," he explained. "The hot water relaxes the scrotum and the skin on the penis, and the skin stretches out more than it would otherwise." He was sitting next to me, and I saw that his scrotum was very slack, and even my normally tight sac had loosened significantly. Now he reached for my foreskin, stretching it out easily with two fingers. "Your foreskin's normally tight, but look at how floppy it is now." I saw that indeed the opening of my foreskin was gaping instead of forming a tight nozzle as it normally did. Ben slipped a couple of fingers of his other hand inside it, and I felt his fingertips graze the end of my glans, sending a delicious sensation through me. The ring muscle in my hood had relaxed, and Ben grasped the end and stretched the opening until it was wider than my helmet. "There'd be no problem fitting your big tip into my hood now," I remarked. "Yeah, but then you'd get hard and your big tip would squeeze mine out." The water was very hot, and we were both sweating. We'd had about as much as we could take, and now Ben rose and led me back into the bathroom, where we dried ourselves. Ben pushed the ball into his foreskin, pulled it forward, and fixed it closed with another strip of tape. We sat next to each other on the couch in his living room for awhile, very much aware of each other's naked sexuality. Our thighs touched, and I felt the warmth of his flesh. We sat silently, enjoying the contact, the soft stimulation having its effects on our cocks. We became half-hard, and I saw that Ben's foreskin was tightly stretched over the bulk of his glans and the steel ball he'd taped under his hood. At that moment the doorbell rang. Ben answered it to admit another guy, slightly shorter than our six feet, but with brown hair and eyes like ours. Jim seemed about our age, early 40s, and had a slender build. He had a small box that he placed on the floor. Ben introduced us, and as we shook hands his eyes dropped to my crotch. Then he quickly undressed, dropping his clothes to the floor with the easy familiarity of an old friend. Ben went into the kitchen to get coffee. He returned, poured the cups, and sat down next to me on the couch. Jim sat across from us with his legs spread, as we were, and I studied his prick. It was slightly over three inches long, draped over a large loose sac, and at the end was a big strawberry shaped head. Unlike mine and Ben's, there was no upturn to the rim, and the reddish head tapered to a narrow tip instead of a large rounded dome. At the end was a long slit, longer than mine or Ben's. Behind the rounded rim was a jagged brown scar ring, and the shaft skin seemed tight. His eyes alternated between my crotch and Ben's. "Excuse me, but can I sit between you two?" he asked, seemingly embarrassed. "I want to look at your penises up close, since they both have foreskins. Skins are so sexy, especially as I don't remember mine. I haven't had skin over my tip since a couple of days after I was born." Sure, Jim, you're welcome to play with our foreskins all you want," Ben said. Ben and I moved apart and Jim came over to sit between us. He looked closely at my crotch. "That's a really long foreskin," he said. "I wish I had one like it. Does it skin all the way back?" "It really does," I replied. "I can retract it to show the rim and the groove behind it, either hard or soft." "You should have seen how loose it got in the hot tub this afternoon," Ben added. "I had it stretched out bigger than the head." "Still working with the ball?" Jim asked as he switched his gaze to Ben's groin. He seemed to be fully informed about Ben's stretching effort. "Yeah, I am. Right now I've got enough length to cover the head completely, but I want an extension, like Jack's." "I wish I had foreskin," Jim complained. "That way my head would be more sensitive." "Has the head become more sensitive now that you've been keeping it covered with foreskin?" I asked Ben. "Yes it has. It's become sensitive enough so that my orgasms are more intense, more explosive." "I saw that this morning," I said. "You really blew your cream. Are you sure, though, that the nerve endings are more sensitive, and that it's not just that you're more excited now that you have more skin?" "Is the head really more sensitive?" Jim added. "It's not just wishful thinking?" "I know some people say sensitivity is all in the brain," he replied. "My cock-head is definitely more sensitive, and I'm sure of that because of something that happened to me a couple of weeks ago. I'd forgotten to tape up when I went to sleep, and at about three in the morning I rolled over, half-awake. My prick pushed against the sheet, and the foreskin slipped part-way off the head. Suddenly I was wide awake because I felt a feeling of tenderness where my tip was rubbing against the sheet. All my life the front of my head had been rubbing against clothing, bed sheets, etc., and I'd never felt this sensation. I know it was real because it happened in a non-sexual situation." "That's amazing, really nice," I said. "I'm really happy for you." Ben undid the tape from the end of his prick, letting the ball roll out into his palm. Jim fingered Ben's foreskin, slowly sliding it back and forth over Ben's bell-shaped head. I grasped the head of Jim's cock and began applying rhythmic squeezes to make the root of his cock throb, and felt it begin to swell. "Maybe we'd better move to the bedroom for this," said Ben as he rose. "Bring your box of tricks with you, Jim." In the bedroom, Ben explained to me: "Jim's an electronic engineer. You know what electro-stimulation is, since you have a commercial unit. Ben built his own, with more features and more power." Jim opened the box and removed a plastic box with many knobs on the front panel, and an assortment of wires and electrodes. He plugged the transformer into the wall outlet and attached a pair of leads to an output jack on the box. "My cock doesn't have the beautiful sensitivity of you guys' dicks, since it's been cut. Using electro I can still get terrific sensations, since the electronic pulses hit the nerves deep inside." The leads ended in square patches, measuring about an inch, and Jim applied one to the top of his shaft, directly behind the rim. He placed the other on his right buttock. "I've never seen electrodes like these before," I commented. "They're adhesive patches, sticking to the skin while they conduct current." He turned on the power switch, and adjusted a couple of knobs. "I can use several waveforms, and the maximum output is higher that commercial units, actually high enough to cause pain. I'm not into pain, but I like having the extra power in case I have a long current path that drops the voltage, like now. The current runs through the dorsal nerves of my penis, then my bladder and prostate, going on to the electrode on my buttock." Jim's penis was responding to the electro-stimulation, and swelling rapidly. Ben's eyes were fixed on Jim's crotch, although he had grasped my long foreskin nipple between two fingers and was twisting it gently. "I'm really into cocks," Ben said. "I like cocks of all shapes and sizes. They're all fascinating, especially when they swell and when they come." Jim's penis was now fully hard, and I saw that his narrow shaft had a graceful upward curve, the red strawberry head perched at the end. Overall, it seemed to be about six inches, like mine. "I like cocks too," I affirmed. "This promises to be an interesting session." Jim adjusted a knob and I saw his cock begin to bob up and down. "I just switched to pulse,' and that's making my crotch muscles contract. Pulse' feels more intense than constant current, and it's going to bring on orgasm." Jim's penis kept jerking, the red head bobbing up and down, as he turned the power knob slightly. The bobbing became more intense, and the head became deeper red as more blood poured into it. The head filled out fully, the pressure stretching the surface, until the dry skin became stretched and glossy. "Look at that color change," Ben commented. "He'll be blasting off soon." I saw Jim's straining strawberry glans seeping lubricant from its long slit. I dipped a finger into it and tasted it, savoring its saltiness. Now Jim's breathing had deepened, and his scrotum had tightened, drawing his balls against his body. I cupped his balls and began kneading the orbs gently. I saw Jim's eyes closing as he turned the power knob higher, and Ben's hand closed around Jim's shaft. "I want to feel his orgasm in my fingers," Ben explained. "It'll be any second now." Jim threw his head back and yelped loudly as a thick white jet erupted from his jerking, straining glans, to land on his stomach. Ben's head dipped down and his lips engulfed Jim's red head, and I saw his Adam's apple working as he swallowed avidly. I knew Ben could feel every throb of the jetting glans against his tongue, as he sipped Jim's hot juices. Jim's loud moans attested to the intensity of his sensations. He was totally caught up in the orgasm, feeling the electric pulses making his prostate contract and his penis jerk, sending him into mindless delirium. Now his entire body was jerking, what Ben called a "full body" orgasm, and he shuddered until he was drained. Ben, licking his lips, reached to turn off the power as Jim slowly collapsed onto his back. "That was very pleasant," said Ben. "Feeling and tasting Jim come was quite an experience." "I know how much you're into cock," I said understandingly. Actually, I envied Ben, as I would have been perfectly happy to take his place and feeling Jim's big strawberry throbbing against my lips and tongue, but he got there first. Jim opened his eyes and Ben kissed him on his lips, a reward for sharing his sensations with us. "I know you'll enjoy watching Jack dock me," he said to Jim. "I still don't have enough skin to dock Jack, so we're going to have to connect with his foreskin. We both have big tips, so we can't dock while we're both hard. Last time, I gave him an orgasm to make sure he stayed soft when my tip was in his hood. I think your electro-box will be perfect for that. Then we'll go in my hot tub to relax his skin further." Jim peeled the sticky electrodes from his penis and buttock, and applied them to me. I was hard, and Jim skinned my hood back to lodge behind my rim, and then placed the electrode right behind the bunched-up foreskin. "I skinned you back because you're not going to need your foreskin for this and I want to see the tip swell and get darker when you come," Jim explained. "The pulses will run through the dorsal nerves in your penis and continue through your prostate. That's all the stimulation you'll need to make you come." "And I've got a front row seat," Ben added. "That beautiful teardrop shaped hole..." Jim remarked. "I don't see one like that very often. He's also got a very sexy ridge." Jim stuck the other electrode on my right buttock. "Now I'll start the power low, to let you get used to it," he said. "You'll feel a mild tingling at first." He adjusted the knobs, and I felt the current tingling along the nerves of my penis and prostate. I lay flat on the bed to enjoy the sensations. "Now I'll change the current from sine wave to square wave," he said as he slowly twisted another knob. The current seemed to become more intense, almost uncomfortable. "This okay?" Jim asked. When I nodded, he turned up the power slightly. The tingling increased. "Now I'll change from direct current to pulse,' he said as he made another adjustment. I felt my penis start to jerk, in time with the pulses, and then Jim increased the power. My prick was flat on my stomach, jerking up with each surge, and I saw Ben and Jim watching my bobbing glans avidly. "Jack's balls are always tight," Ben explained to Jim. "They'll get a little tighter, but the big change will be when his tip turns darker purple." "It's so wet and shiny," Jim remarked as he increased the power again. My prick was filled with heavy throbs as the current made even the ring muscle in my shaft and foreskin tighten with each pulse. A heavy tingle filled my helmet and shaft, reaching all the way down into my cock-root. I felt the power increase again as my eyes closed, and now I knew it would happen any second because the feeling of anticipation was intense. "His helmet's getting darker," Ben pointed out to Jim. "See how much darker it is around the rim?" Dominated by the strong electrically-induced jerks, my cock throbbed hard and despite my efforts to relax, I felt my crotch muscles responding. My straining bladder heightened my sensations. Another surge of power shot through my body and suddenly my groin exploded with the heavy pounding of orgasm. A burning hot jet shot from my prostate and through my urethra, and I felt someone's lips encircling the front of my helmet as I ejaculated. My crotch muscles throbbed again as I cried out helplessly, and another discharge streamed like hot lava up my cock. "Wrap your lips around his head, Jim," I heard Ben say in the distance. Jim was eagerly nursing at my exploding helmet, feeling every throb and swallowing every gush. Jim's teeth lightly scraped the hard surface of my glans, and I shot again. I was lost in time and space, totally focused on the intense sensations that flooded my body. The combination of the pulses and Jim's eager lips drained me, and soon I felt the pulses stop as the residue seeped from my tip. When I finally opened my eyes Ben leaned over and kissed me on my lips. I was still dazed from the multiple shocks of an especially intense orgasm, and I barely responded. Jim removed the electrodes while Ben hugged me, and then they helped me up and we walked to the hot tub. Ben turned on the pump and we relaxed in the hot water as streams of bubbles rose from the jets to caress our bodies. "I have to pee," said Jim. "Get out of the tub and do it in the drain on the side," Ben said. Jim got up and squatted on the tile surrounding the tub, aiming his penis at a drain next to the edge. Ben and I watched as a thick stream dilated the long lips of his cock-slit and poured into the drain. When he finished, he milked out the residue and returned to sit next to Ben. I'd been feeling a sharp fullness in my bladder and now the sensation became more urgent. "I have to go too," I said, and began climbing out of the tub. I squatted where Jim had positioned himself, so that my prick and balls would be clearly visible to anyone in the tub. I braced my left hand on the floor to steady myself as I drew back my foreskin completely with my right hand. The hot water had relaxed the ring muscle in my penile skin, as well as the cremaster muscle in my scrotum, and my balls hung a bit lower than usual. I relaxed my sphincter, and felt the sluicing of the thick stream down my penis. "He's got a really beautiful tip," said Jim. "Both of you do." Jim and Ben watched as my penis emptied itself into the drain pit, and as the flow diminished to a trickle I began milking my urethra, and finally pulled my foreskin all the way forward. "See how the end of his foreskin's gaping now?" Ben asked Jim. "When you first saw it, it was tight over his tip, and the front part formed a nozzle. Now the nozzle's loosened up, and his foreskin's going to slip over my tip easily." I got back into the hot tub, sitting next to Jim, my hand dropping to fondle his loose scrotum. Jim was working on Ben's cock, sliding the foreskin back and forth with an easy familiarity. The hole at the end of Ben's glans was very dilated, and I guessed that he was secreting a steady flow of lubricant. Ben's eyes were closed, his face relaxed, and I knew he was enjoying the sensations. "You have to pee, Ben?" I asked. "Guess I do, but I don't want to do it now. I'd rather have a full bladder when we dock." "When will you guys be ready to dock?" Jim asked. "I'm ready right now," I replied. "We'd better do it within the next half hour, while I'm still relaxed from coming and won't get hard when my foreskin slips over his glans." Ben opened his eyes and got up, reaching for a towel. We followed, and within a couple of minutes we were all dry and back on the bed. Jim resumed sliding Ben's foreskin slowly and sensually, ensuring that he remained at his level of excitement. Ben reached for a bottle of Astroglide and poured some onto his glans when Jim drew back his hood. "I really like this stuff," he explained to Jim. "It gives my penis a warm sensation." I lay down on my left side, and Ben lay facing me, poised on his right side, so that our pricks were tip to tip. Jim's fingers expertly grasped my foreskin by the forward edges and stretched the orifice as I moved forward to let it engulf Ben's swollen bell head. I felt the hardness of his front dome press against my glans, and the film of Astroglide produced a warm feeling inside my hood and on the front of my helmet. "You've got a really big head, Ben. Good thing his skin's nice and loose," Jim commented as he stretched my hood farther onto Ben's penis, engulfing the flaring corona. "Can you hold it now?" he asked, facing me. I clamped my thumb and forefinger around my hood, holding it in place over Ben's ridge, beginning to stroke his glans in the slow twisting motions that I'd used last time. "Since I've got the electro kit, we may as well use it," Jim said as he stuck and electrode on the top of Ben's shaft behind his retracted foreskin. He placed the other on his buttock, and turned on the power. "Now the current will add to your sensations." "Nice," Ben said. "Between the foreskin, the Astro, and the current I think I'll have a super orgasm." Jim turned up the power as I began twisting my foreskin more vigorously, and Ben's face assumed a dreamy expression. Jim turned the power knob again, then the pulse' knob, and Ben began to moan. I felt Ben's glans throbbing against mine. The current wasn't passing through my penis at all, but I felt its effects on Ben's glans, which pressed harder against mine as it engorged even more and pulsed. Although I couldn't see it, I was sure it was becoming darker purple. I did see Ben's sac tighten, though, visible evidence of his mounting excitement. "More power now," Jim murmured as he twisted the knob again, and I saw Ben's eyes close. His hips had begun to move, and his hard, engorged bell crushed my glans each time it pressed against it. I felt Ben's penis jerking in time with each pulse, and knew that events would proceed automatically from now on. Ben was losing his ability to control himself, and my foreskin and Jim's magic box would draw the orgasm from his helpless body. Ben was moaning between deep breaths, and I knew he was feeling the heavy sensations flooding him. He was feeling my foreskin's friction on his swollen bell head, and right behind it Jim's electrode was pouring sensations through the dorsal nerves of his shaft. The electric pulses made his penis and prostate throb, and tightened his crotch muscles. My encircling fingers felt the additional engorgement of Ben's glans, and the way it had become harder and less spongy. The rim enlarged under my fingertips, and I knew he was at the edge. He was moaning rhythmically, in time with the pulses that dominated his attention. I hugged his torso to me. I felt the first hard throb between my encircling fingers and in the head of my cock as Ben's orgasm launched itself. He yelped loudly as a torrent of hot cream shot from his meatus, flooding my glans and foreskin. I felt his cock-head hammer mine again as a second jet spewed from his slit, swirling around my glans and corona. Ben's body was shuddering, overwhelmed by the frenzy of his orgasm, as he shot again. "He's really into it now," Jim muttered as he watched Ben pouring his life-fluid into my foreskin. "I bet he doesn't know where he is." I believed it, because the feeling of disorientation also overwhelmed my consciousness when I had an orgasm. I felt another hard throb against my helmet as Ben's slit poured another gush of hot juice that flooded my tightly-stretched hood as his body strained against mine. Now the fluid was beginning to leak from the edges of my foreskin and Jim quickly placed a wad of Kleenex under our pricks. Ben's face was strained, his entire body was shaking, and his moans of joyful agony filled the room. I knew what Ben was feeling because the powerful electric pulses had pounded the orgasm from my throbbing penis only minutes before, leaving me spent and drained. Ben was being overwhelmed by the same heavy glans-tingling sensations, His straining bell-end gushing helplessly into my enveloping flesh. Ben's throbs became weaker, especially after Jim reduced the power, and we let his orgasm finish naturally. I let go our conjoined pricks, and a heavy gush of thick white fluid poured from my foreskin onto the Kleenex Jim had prepared. Ben's eyes were still closed because the hot frenzy of orgasm had left him utterly drained, and Jim and I watched my foreskin gradually slide off Ben's still swollen cock-head. We saw the thick coat of white cream coating the shapely glans, which was only now beginning to shrink. Under the splotchy white liquid the surface of his glans was deep purple, but this was slowly fading to a lighter shade. Jim removed the electrodes before Ben rolled onto his back, and Jim placed a pad of Kleenex under his prick as it flopped onto his stomach. We watched Ben's foreskin slowly slide forward over the shrinking head of his cock. Ben lay immobile for minutes, recovering from the multiple shocks of orgasm. When he finally opened his eyes, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. I moved away and Jim kissed him, first on the forehead, then on the tip of his nose, then on each cheek, and finally on the lips. Jim asked: "Hey, buddy, you have to pee?" "My bladder's straining, but I think my crotch muscles are still too tight to let me pee." His face was strained. "Let's get you in the shower. Hot water should do the trick," I said. "It always did for me," Jim confirmed. We helped Ben walk to the bathroom and gathered with him in the spacious shower stall. As Jim adjusted the water spray, I grasped Ben's hood and gently peeled it back until it caught behind his flaring rim. We turned Ben to face the spray, and the hot water flowed down the front of his body, sluicing over his now limp penis and exposed purple glans. I felt Ben's body relax against us as we watched the first trickle flow from his long slit. Ben took a deep breath and his flow increased, becoming a thick gush that poured onto the floor of the shower and down the drain. After Ben had finished, and Jim had milked his shaft to drain the residue, I stood facing the shower. Jim's expert fingers peeled back my foreskin, and I found that the hot stream launched my urge as well. I stood immobile, letting my sphincter relax, and enjoyed the delicious sensation of my hot stream sluicing through my urethra. Jim stood at my side, and some of the spray flowed down his body. I looked down to see his strawberry tip draining itself too. When we'd finished, we milked each other's pricks, and Jim carefully replaced the foreskin over my bulging helmet. We dried ourselves, and went back into the bedroom, exhausted, to sleep and recharge our batteries.

The end