Fascination

Fascination, Part 3 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

That afternoon, Bud and I drove back to Ken's house, after an interesting oral sex session in the morning followed by a large breakfast (we'd worked up an appetite) and a modest late lunch. We anticipated that Ken would already be home, having returned from his trip. It was a warm summer day, and we were lightly dressed, wearing open collar summer-weight shirts and shorts. Light clothing also meant that we could get naked quickly when the occasion arose, and we were looking forward to a hot three-way with Ken. "I can feel my glans tingling," said Bud as he sat beside me in the car. "It's just the anticipation." "Mine too," I confessed. "I can also feel the head sliding around inside the foreskin when I move my leg to hit the brake." I felt Bud's fingers slipping into the left leg opening of my shorts (I "dress left" as most men do) and grasp the nipple of my long hood, gently twisting it. "I like that," he said. "It must be nice to feel your glans moving inside your lubricated foreskin." That morning he'd dripped several drops of Astroglide onto my helmet after we'd emerged from the shower. He knew I like to keep my foreskin well lubricated and always add some artificial lube because I normally don't have much natural lubricant. "That Astroglide must feel very good under your foreskin." "It does. It gives me a warm feeling there." Bud's fingertips lightly caressed my foreskin, sliding it gently over the head. "You like what I'm doing? I can feel the corona of your helmet through the foreskin, and it's swelling." "I'm driving," I said. "I'm going to keep both hands on the wheel, so don't expect me to reciprocate until we get there." "I don't blame you, Jack. I'm glad you're not like the fuck-heads who talk on the cell phone while driving." I was glad Bud understood. I'd feel like a jackass if we got into an accident while one of my hands was down Bud's shorts. Nevertheless, when I looked over at his crotch I saw that he was half-hard, as I was. With his expert fingertips teasing my foreskin, my prick was quickly becoming full-hard, and the end now slipped past the opening in my shorts. My foreskin nipple had been stretched by my swelling glans pushing into it, and now the end of my foreskin formed a thick pucker. "I like it the way your helmet makes your hood bulge," he said as he stretched my foreskin pucker forward, away from my body, creating a delicious tension in its many nerve endings. "The outline of your corona's really visible now that the front of your penis is out of your shorts," he said in his precise English. Bud had told me that he was very fascinated by my foreskin, and by Ken's, as he hadn't had a foreskin since he'd been a couple of days old. Bud kept me in a heightened state of tension until we reached Ken's house and saw Ken's car in the driveway. I quickly rearranged my prick before getting out of the car so that it was upright, flat along my stomach, and did not make too much of a bulge in my clothing. Ken let us in, and we immediately stripped off our clothes. Bud was 5' 6", significantly shorter than Ken and I, who stood at slightly over six feet. However, Bud was bigger in the dick department with almost seven inches. Mine was exactly six from pubic bone to the end of the helmet, not counting foreskin length. Ken's was slightly longer than mine. All three of us were about the same thickness, five inches around. We all had straight shafts, slightly oval in cross-section, and we each had a big vein on the right side. We all had large helmet-shaped tips. We called them "helmets" because their ridges flared in a sexy upward curve, unlike the "mushroom" type, which has a high ridge but without the flare. Ken and I were in our early 40s, while Bud was 50. We'd found ourselves to be extremely compatible personally as well as sexually, and had already enjoyed several hot sex scenes together. We enjoyed experimenting, and had had some satisfying orgasms together. I'd enjoyed sex with Ken before he'd introduced me to Bud, and Bud and I had had some hot sex during Ken's absence. I was still fully hard as Ken led us into the bedroom, while Ken and Bud's erections were only halfway along. We sat on the mattress facing each other, forming a rough triangle, and Bud quickly clasped our pricks. He tweaked Ken's foreskin to work him up to full harness while gently twisting mine around my swollen helmet. I grasped his big helmet, giving it several gentle squeezes to make his cock-root throb. "We're a lot alike," Ken remarked, "but still different. Bud's tip is on the red side. Ours are purple." Bud began to push my foreskin back as Ken was speaking, stretching the opening over the wide head. "I like the way you're squeezing my glans," said Bud. "That's really reaching me. I know you enjoy having your foreskin stretched back over your helmet." "You know I do," I said as Bud's fingers delicately pulled my foreskin forward, making the end close in on itself in a thick pucker as it covered the head. Now that Ken's dick was standing up proudly, he began stretching Ken's hood back over the head as well. The opening in Ken's foreskin was about the size of a dime, just enough to bare his long slit. "We are different in some ways," mused Bud as he eased my foreskin back to uncover the hole. "Ken's has a slit, while yours and mine pout when the glans swells. We've got teardrops." Bud's erection was fully developed now, and his shaft stood out from his body as I continued to work on it. A drop of clear fluid filled his teardrop opening. "I don't have anywhere as much lube as you two guys," I answered as Bud pulled our foreskins forward again. He knew that gently teasing back our foreskins was supremely erotic for us, because it felt much better than quickly snapping them back over the heads. I steadied Bud's cock with one hand as I ran the index fingers of my other hand up the bottom of his shaft, milking his tube to force several more drops of natural lubricant from his teardrop. Now I spread the slippery wetness in small circles around the hole, making him sigh in delight as his tip throbbed responsively under my fingers. "Your scrotum's always tight, Jack. Ken and I have low-hangers. That's another difference." "Yeah, but ours tighten up when we get excited," Ken added. Those low-hangers will be pulling up against our bodies soon." As Ken had been speaking, Bud had pulled our hoods forward again, and then slipped them back to bare the front halves of our helmets, which glistened wetly in the soft room light. "I just love stretching those foreskins back over your erections," Bud said as he pulled them forward over the heads, and then back once more, in another increment that left only our flaring rims covered. "Both your heads are a rich purple color." "That feels good..." I murmured. Bud leaned forward, placing his nose close to my prick, then smelled Ken's, inhaling deeply. "I can't ever get enough of that rich masculine aroma," he said. "Those foreskins smell delicious." His tongue flicked out to lap at the round front dome of Ken's helmet, uncapped because Bud was holding the foreskin back. He traced small circles around the lips of Ken's slit, parted by a drop of clear fluid. Bud licked at the drop and commented: "That pre-seminal fluid is very tasty. Thick, viscous, and slippery, with a definite salty taste." Ken sighed as he enjoyed the sensation of Bud's tongue working around his tip, and I noticed his balls began to tighten. "Feel like a three-way oral?" Ken asked as Bud continued to work on his prick, forcing his tongue-tip under the foreskin to caress the flaring rim. "We did that this morning, and it felt great," I replied. "I think you'll enjoy it three-way with us." As I spoke, Bud moved his lips to my almost naked helmet, wrapping them around the rounded front end as his tongue-tip probed my teardrop. He'd pulled Ken's foreskin fully forward, and the big head was now enclosed in its original factory wrapper. "Bud knows just how to tease my foreskin and tip with his tongue," Ken commented as he watched Bud work on my prick. Bud pulled my foreskin forward to dock his tongue, then pushed it back until it was poised on the rim. Now his tongue probed into the deep groove behind my helmet, prying my foreskin away from the flaring ridge. I felt a tightness in my balls, which were already against my body. "You going to skin me back all the way?" I asked. In reply, Bud grasped my shaft skin and began dragging it back as his tongue pushed the foreskin away from the rim, leaving the helmet naked to his gaze and touch. My foreskin formed a thick fleshy collar behind the rim as Bud pushed his tongue between the bunched-up foreskin and the ridge, running his tongue around the groove and caressing nerve endings that rarely saw the light of day. I was still running my fingertips over Bud's glans, now very wet with his secretion. "I'm going to uncap Ken's glans now," said Bud as he pulled away from my rock-hard prick, leaving the swollen purple helmet fully exposed. His fingers closed around Ken's shaft behind the bulging head and exerted traction as he pushed his tongue into Ken's thick foreskin pucker. I watched Ken's foreskin thinning as the pucker stretched over the distended head, following the helmet-like contours until the opening barely encased the flaring ridge. Large clear drops were seeping from Ken's slit, giving Bud a mouthful. "Wow! My balls are really tight now," Ken commented. So were Bud's, as I'd been twisting my fist over his lubricated head for a couple of minutes. My bare-headed cock was standing straight out from my body, and Ken's fingertips closed around the wet head, lightly caressing the many nerve endings. Meanwhile, Bud worked Ken's foreskin back slightly, enough for it to snap down into the deep groove behind Ken's flaring helmet. Bud's tongue traced the compound curves of Ken's glans, gently stimulating the nerve endings. Ken's fingertips felt rough against my glans, and without the lubrication, would have felt uncomfortable. As it was, Ken's touches made my tip throb, and I felt a slight tingle deep inside as a drop of lube seeped up my tube. I was finally secreting pre-lube, and after several seconds it filled the teardrop shaped opening at the end of my glans. Ken's fingertip picked it up, and spread it over my already wet helmet, adding to my sensations. "I think we'd better have Jack come first," Ken said. "He's been hard the longest and I just saw him seep some pre-come. He rarely does that, so he must be really excited." Bud removed his mouth from Ken's penis and replied: "I know he's excited. I was caressing his penis as we drove here. His glans and foreskin were protruding from the opening in his shorts." "I'll cup his balls and clamp the base of his prick," Ken suggested. "You want to work on the head?" "I did this morning, and Jack ejaculated very forcefully. He had a cosmic orgasm, and his entire body thrashed as he came." I lay back on the mattress as Ken grasped my prick at the base, his fingers tightening to constrict the veins. I knew this would enhance my erection and make the head more sensitive. Ken's other hand cupped my already tight scrotum. Bud pulled my foreskin forward and I felt it bump over the ridge before sliding downhill to the end of my helmet. "Want a towel?" Ken asked. "We didn't need them this morning," Bud replied. We both swallowed, and nothing got on the sheets." Bud's fingers tightened around the thick skin covering the head of my prick and began easing it back as I reached for Ken's rock-hard prick and pulled the foreskin forward to cover the head again. Bud and Ken squirmed into position on either side of me as they began their work in earnest. I was still holding Bud's prick in my other hand, now squeezing the head to keep him stimulated, but not enough to make him come. Bud's lips followed my retreating foreskin as he pulled it back slowly, encasing my helmet in their warmth. Now I felt it snap down into my groove, and Bud's fingers exerted more traction, baring not only my ridge but the deep groove behind it as he stretched my skin back. His lips locked into the groove as his tongue aggressively probed my teardrop, tickling it and increasing my sensations. I rolled Ken's foreskin

pucker between my fingertips, feeling the hard glans behind it. It was very quiet as both men concentrated on their task of inducing my orgasm. Ken's right hand clamped the base of my shaft in an iron grip while his other hand kneaded my balls. One of Bud's hands kept my foreskin pulled tightly back while his other hand slid up my body to caress my nipples. Bud's mouth worked on my naked helmet, exploring its contours from the rounded front dome down to the flaring rim and the groove behind it. My entire tip began to tingle as it went into its final swelling. I began to moan, carried away by the intensity of the sensations. My helmet was fully distended, aching for the relief of orgasm, and I knew it wouldn't be long until my cock-root responded with massive contractions to pour my juice into my urethra. Bud's tongue worked all over the head, hitting every nerve ending, as his lips tightened in my groove, compressing the neck and rim of my penis. "Try to stay relaxed, Jack. It'll last longer that way." Ken's voice came to me from a long way off as I withdrew into myself, my attention totally focused on my swollen shaft and head. I knew I was close, very close, and I tried to keep my body relaxed, but they wouldn't let me. Ken's fingers kept kneading my balls gently, making them slide inside their tight sac. I felt the tension build up in my body. There was a sudden rush of sensation as the hot tingle filled my glans, and I felt my cock-root tighten. I moaned loudly, totally helpless in their hands, and waited for the explosion. "Wish I could see his tip," Ken commented. "It must be dark purple by now." My helmet was completely hidden inside Bud's mouth, but Ken had a good idea of my excitement. My swollen glans felt as if it was about to burst, and my eyes closed, anticipating the imminent release. Now there was a sudden flash of sparks in front of my eyes, my entire body tensed, and a heavy contraction filled my cock-root. The hot tingle in my glans exploded and the first burning gush of hot fluid rushed up my tube. I cried out helplessly as my cock poured its cream into Bud's mouth. I was in an altered state of consciousness now, totally unaware of the world outside my straining body as my cock-root contracted again and poured another hot jet into my urethra. I felt it hurtle up my prick and pour into Bud's waiting mouth. I felt his teeth scrape my hard, straining helmet as it throbbed in the sweet agony of orgasm, and another hard throb filled my groin. My hips bucked and I felt my urethra distend under the pressure of another hot jet. The nerve endings in my helmet tingled as Bud's lips and teeth slid over them, pouring even more sensations into my throbbing prick. I cried out again as another torrent of juice filled my tube, rushing toward the end and distending my hole as it shot into Bud's mouth. Totally skinned back and exposed to Bud's lips and teeth, my helmet strained and throbbed as the inflamed nerve endings responded. Another irresistible contraction filled my groin, releasing another gush of fluid that shot from my swollen tip. The next contraction was weaker, although my tip tingled hotly as the nerve endings became even more sensitive. Bud's lips were tight around my rim as he rotated his head to provide sidewise friction and his tongue covered my hole. His teeth scraped the broad upper surface of my glans, making me howl as the sensations stabbed into my nerve endings, and I realized that I was becoming super-sensitive. Bud must have sensed this, realizing that further stimulation would only cause me distress, and he removed his mouth. I heard his voice in the distance: "He's near the end now. I'll just let him shoot the last couple of loads by himself." He was right. My groin contracted again, sending another jet pouring up my tube. My orgasm faded to weak pulses, and now my juice just seeped, a pleasant warmth that filled my tube with slow-moving fluid. I felt Bud's tongue touching the end of my helmet to lap up the last drops as I returned to reality. My tip was so sensitive that even the light touches of Bud's tongue made me quiver all over my body. "Man, you really had a big one," I heard Ken say as I lay utterly torpid, beginning to relax as the delicious languor crept over my body. "Your glans was throbbing so hard in my mouth," Bud added as my heartbeat returned to normal. I realized that I was still hold their cocks, and gave each a thankful squeeze. "You're next," Ken said to Bud. "I can see your tip's dark red, and you're almost ready to blast off." I opened my eyes to see Bud reclining onto his back as Ken pulled my foreskin forward to encase my softening helmet. Despite the aftershock of orgasm that was filling my body, I recovered enough from my daze to release Bud's prick and drop my hand to cup his tight scrotum as Ken's mouth closed over Bud's hot hard glans. My other hand played with Bud's nipples, adding to his sensations, as I saw Ken's fist clamp tightly around Bud's shaft. There was no foreskin to pull down, so he just squeezed to constrict Bud's veins as he absorbed the throbbing red head into his mouth. Ken's lips locked behind Bud's flaring rim and my fingers felt a throb in Bud's cock-root because I was pressing my fingertips into the tender flesh behind his balls. Bud was almost on the edge, excited from just having brought me to climax, and he was trying to relax to prolong the feeling of anticipation. I kneaded his balls inside their tight sac, palpating them through the thick scrotal skin. Ken's mouth pumped up and down over Bud's swollen red helmet, and I saw the rim becoming darker red every time Ken's lips moved back. The big vein on the right side of Bud's shaft was swollen, and I knew that his prick was already straining, ready for release. Bud's eyes closed, and his breathing deepened, becoming more ragged as we brought him closer to the brink. "Try to relax, Bud," I urged, knowing that the longer he remained this side of the edge the more intense his orgasm would be. I wanted him to experience an explosive orgasm, as he'd given me, shooting his sperm into Ken's mouth with wild abandon. Our stimulation was too intense and too concentrated for Bud to remain relaxed, and as I lay next to him I felt his body begin to tense uncontrollably. His hips began bucking slightly, thrusting his rock-hard penis into ken's mouth as the erotic feelings mounted. He began to moan as we brought him closer to the point of no return. Ken's head was moving quickly, giving Bud's cock-head the strong stimulation he needed and craved, dragging him to the brink. I knew he was still trying to relax, but the drive towards the orgasm he craved made his body tense. I worked his nipples and his balls, knowing that the added stimulation would propel him towards the edge. Now Bud was grunting hard as the sensations built in his body, and I felt his body tighten against mine. Bud grunted again, then howled helplessly as the first shock of orgasm hit him, sending him tumbling into the free-fall of orgasm. I felt his cock-root throb hard against my fingertips as he thrust his hips off the bed and released his first hot torrent into Ken's mouth. His body convulsed again as he shot his second load. Bud's body was straining against mine, his muscles in spasms, as Ken continued to drain the cream from his throbbing dick. I knew that Bud was now totally out of it, floating in limbo, overwhelmed by the hot blasts of sensations. His face was contorted, lips drawn back in the rictus of orgasm, as his hips bucked again. Bud's body, wracked by intense sensations, shuddered a few more times until Ken removed his mouth. I saw the swollen red helmet seep a steady slow stream of cream, which Ken licked off as it emerged from Bud's teardrop shaped orifice. "Even though his tip isn't as sensitive as ours, it's probably too sensitive to touch right now," Ken said. I knew he was right. Bud's circumcised helmet would be too tender to touch. Even the light touches of Ken's tongue-tip made him quiver, and I vicariously experienced his sensations because I'd been exactly like him a couple of minutes ago. I felt Bud begin to relax next to me, and his glans became lighter red as it lay on his stomach. We'd released him completely now, letting him come down off his high by himself. We watched his prick soften and saw him open his eyes. His unfocused look revealed how dazed he was by the intense storm of sensations that had just wracked his body. Ken and I lay still next to him as he recovered, but I reached across Bud's body to clasp Ken's prick again, noting that his hardness had not subsided at all and that the big helmet still distended the long foreskin. I pinched the pucker at the end of Ken's hood and began twisting it gently. After a couple of minutes, Bud was back with us, and it was Ken's turn. It was a "given" that both Bud and I would work on Ken to bring about his climax, and Bud gently pushed him flat on the bed. I kneeled, straddling Ken's legs, as I clamped my fist around the base of his shaft. Bud lay next to him, one hand cupping his balls and the other working on his nipples. "Now we're going to give you the same delights you gave us," Bud said in his precise English. "Jack's going to work on your penis and I'll help." Ken's foreskin was looser than my tight hood, and I could see the long slit through the pucker in his hood. I bent enough to let my tongue probe the opening in his foreskin, already filled with salty lubricant, and I tickled his slit. First I ran my tongue up and down its lengthy, then sideways, parting the long lips. My other hand gently twisted the hood around the head, feeling the sexy contours of his glans with my fingertips. "Let me have a taste," Bud urged, and I raised my head to give Bud room to push his tongue into Ken's foreskin, sweeping around the swollen head. Bud probed deeply into Ken's foreskin, then pulled away. "I really enjoyed the taste and odor of Ken's glans and foreskin," he said with a look of satisfaction. "The glans is so glassy smooth, and the foreskin is so stretchy. The smegma gave it an extra bonus too. He's clean now, though." "I guess you're fascinated by smegma too," I said tentatively. "Yes, I am," Bud replied. Ken's penis lubes a lot more than yours, Jack. He also secretes a lot more smegma, and a couple of times I'd asked him to avoid washing for a couple of days, so that I could taste the build-up. I love the rich masculine odor, and the musky taste of man-fluid under the foreskin." Ken added: "Bud told me about a guy he roomed with when he was doing his post-graduate studies. Maybe he could tell you about him, Jack" "I'd like to hear it," I replied. "Well, his name was Bart, and he had a worm-shaped penis with skin that swept forward smoothly to form a thick pucker at the end. There wasn't any glans bulge like yours and Ken's because he had a small acorn-shaped glans under that thick foreskin. However, he secreted a lot of smegma, as well as a lot of pre-coital mucus, and he had to wash at least once a day to avoid building up an odor. We enjoyed playing with each other, which was why we shared an apartment. One weekend I told him not to wash so that he'd build up a heavy accumulation. By Sunday morning he had so much it was starting to drip from the end of his foreskin. When I put my head near his penis, the aroma was absolutely intoxicating. It didn't take much to work him up to full erection. His foreskin was so long, that, with that small glans, it covered it completely even when he was fully hard. Now that the core of his penis was hard I began stripped his foreskin back in slow stages, with my tongue licking the accumulated cheese as I went. His glans was very sensitive, and he shuddered every time my tongue-tip touched it. I cleaned his glans, savoring the delightful musky taste and inhaling that delicious fragrance." "Since he was very sensitive, how long did it take him to come?" I interrupted. "I had him stripped back to bare his corona, licking around it, and his scrotum had been tight from the moment he'd attained full erection. Now, when I ran my tongue around the back-face of his corona, he wailed loudly and his penis jerked in my fingers. I had my mouth open and the first stream shot right to the back of my throat. I quickly swallowed and closed my lips around his glans so as not to lose any of his precious emissions. He disgorged several heavy streams into my mouth, and when I felt it coating my tongue I almost had orgasm myself. I didn't count, but I think he must have discharged about six times before his gushes became a steady drooling that lasted another half a minute. It was ecstasy for me, tasting his smegma mixed with his seminal fluid, and smelling the musk mixed with the chlorine odor of his ejaculation. After he'd recovered he lubricated my penis and it took only two long strokes to wrest the orgasm from me" "Wow," I said. "That was quite an experience for you." "Yes it was. Now let's take care of Ken," he said. I bent over and pushed my tongue deeply into Ken's foreskin, knowing that this would produce a delicious stretching feeling as I probed its depths as Bud had seconds ago. I caressed the broad upper surface of his helmet, then worked down to the underside, exploring the deep triangular groove where his gee-string was attached. I felt the throbs as Ken's prick responded to our stimulation, and knew it wouldn't take him long to reach climax. Bud sensed this as well, for he said: "Okay, Ken, just try to relax. I know you won't be able to hold off for long once Jack peels your foreskin back and begins working on your glans, but the longer you can remain relaxed, the more intense your climax will be." Now the fingers of my other hand began gently sliding Ken's foreskin back, helped by my probing tongue. Now I lifted my head to see the beautiful helmet emerge from its fleshy cocoon. It was dark and wet, causing Bud to comment: "Ken's glans always takes on that deep burgundy shade when he's close to orgasm. It's fascinating for me to watch you slide that foreskin back to reveal it." I continued dragging Ken's long hood back towards the base of his shaft, because I wanted the big helmet completely free for my lips and tongue. "Man, you're really swollen," I said as I dropped my head to let my lips touch the rounded front of his helmet. The surface was glassy smooth, and as I pulled the foreskin back farther to reveal the rim, my lips followed the hood, enveloping Ken's hot hard glans with their warmth. My tongue probed his long slit, tasting the steadily seeping lubricant, then followed the contours of the helmet down to the rim. I stretched Ken's foreskin back farther to expose the groove, and my lips immediately locked into it. Now I gave his skin an extra tug to put tension on his gee-string and I felt the head dip in my mouth. Its surface was smooth and very hard, telling me that he was fully swollen and very sensitive. I twisted my head, my lips caressing the engorged rim and the neck of his penis, as my tongue teased his long slit. I tasted the salty fluid as it streamed from his slit, because Ken was always a heavy secretor when he was exited, unlike me. "His scrotum is very tight," I heard Bud murmur. Ken had begun to moan as the flood of sensations filled his body, and I felt his legs begin to tremble between mine. I shifted my grip on his prick, using only my right hand to grasp his shaft skin. I pulled up hard, bringing his foreskin completely over the big helmet as I moved my mouth back. Now his tip was completely covered by foreskin and I pulled down again, my lips following the foreskin as it withdrew. At the rim, I reversed direction, pulling my lips back and bringing his foreskin up right behind them. Then I went down again, dragging the hood over the helmet and engulfing its hard contours with my lips. This made Ken grunt. "I love to watch the foreskin action," Bud interjected as Ken grunted more loudly. "I can hear the way he's reacting to that. The lips and foreskin bumping over his corona really stimulate him." Now Ken's helmet was completely bared of foreskin inside my mouth, my lips locked behind his hard, swollen rim. I began pulling back, scraping my teeth lightly over the sensitive surface as I pulled the hood towards me again, feeling it hesitate for an instant before riding over the flaring rim. Ken's grunts changed to a loud howl as his prick throbbed hard in my hand. A second later, a long hot jet shot towards the back of my throat. I dragged his skin down and engulfed his hard, throbbing glans as Ken's hips bucked and pushed it into the back of my throat, where it released another hot torrent that I swallowed. Ken's orgasm was in full flight now, and I continued the intense pumping motion over the throbbing head, lips followed by foreskin on the up stroke, and my lips following the foreskin down as I pushed it back. Ken's helmet throbbed hard against my tongue and palate as another torrent of cream flooded my mouth, and I had to struggle to swallow it before another gush emerged. "I can feel the throbs in his scrotum and perineum," Bud said as Ken's cock jerked again. Ken was howling loudly now, his helpless cries filling the room, as we worked hard to maintain his orgasm. His hips bucked again, sending his glans and shaft deeply into my mouth, and I swallowed again. I pulled back hard on his shaft skin to ensure his helmet was totally naked, and dropped my mouth onto it, wrapping my lips around the inverted foreskin and taking his throbbing tip into the back of my throat as it gushed again. Now I felt that Ken was over the peak, and his throbs became weaker. I raised my head so that Bud and I could watch the throbbing purple tip ooze its last drops. The liquid wasn't creamy now, just a milky white, and subsequent drops turned to clear fluid that dribbled down Ken's helmet onto the bunched-up foreskin roll and my encircling fingers. "This is really fascinating," Bud said. "I love to watch that naked glans gushing and oozing. It's so wet and shiny, and so sensitive." Ken's penis was now quiet, the throbs having stopped, but thin ooze still seeped from his slit. Bud leaned over to lap at the weeping slit, making Ken's penis jerk at the touch. I felt Ken's body relaxing under me as the stunning after-effects of his orgasm filled it. I saw his eyes open, unfocused and staring blankly at the ceiling, as he struggled to get himself together. Bud was completely recovered from his orgasm, and his scrotum had loosened. Mine was normally tight against my body, but I felt it had relaxed because my balls were sliding around inside it. My erection was completely gone, and my prick was only about four inches long, including the foreskin nipple that extended beyond the glans. Bud's prick had also softened, the shrunken helmet returned to its dry leathery texture. Soft, his prick was about the same length as mine. Ken's penis had begun to shrink, and I eased the foreskin forward over the softening helmet to keep it protected and moist. Bud reached out to squeeze the head through the hood, vicariously enjoying Ken's ample foreskin. He never tired of studying and feeling our pricks and foreskins, and I knew Ken and I would fall asleep with Bud's hands on our pricks.

The End