Fender Bender, Part 2 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
After our first meeting, I was eager to see Ken again and I knew the feeling was mutual. I was also eager to meet his younger brother Ben, anticipation a session of hot three-way mutual exploration and discovery. I didn't have long to wait, for Ken phoned me at the office and asked if I'd be able to come to his apartment that Saturday, only a couple of days away.
When Ken let me in that morning at ten, I saw a younger version of him sitting on the living room couch. He introduced us:
"Ben, this is Jack, the guy who was here a couple of days ago. Jack, this is Ben, short for Bennet." Ben stood up to shake hands, and I saw that he was slightly shorter than Ken's six feet, but had the same blond hair and blue eyes.
"Bennet and Kenneth," Ben said. "Our parents wanted our names to rhyme, I guess."
"It doesn't matter," I answered. "I'm really glad to meet you." We sat on the couch, the brothers on either side of me.
"Ben was married too," Ken told me. "His wife was just a control freak, and he got out of there damn quick." I looked at Ben sympathetically and said:
"None of us has had good luck with women, I guess."
"At least we have each other," Ken added. "Now we have you." Both brothers looked at me intently. I had a lump in my throat.
"I'm glad you feel so comfortable with me," I whispered to Ken. "I like being with you too, both of you, although I've just met Ben."
"Then let's get our clothes off. It'll be more intimate that way," suggested Ken. We quickly stood and got totally naked, dropping our clothes on the chair at the side of the room, and sat down again in the same order.
"Jack's cock's just like you told me, Ken," said Ben. "He's got a nice head on it and that big vein down the side just like we do." Ben reached into my lap and his fingertip traced the vein running along the right side of my shaft. His touch gave me a tingle in my prick. Ken grasped the overhang of my foreskin and pulled it away from my body.
"Jack's dick's got a long nipple on his skin, longer than mine," Ken remarked to his brother. "I know how you like skin, so why don't you feel it?" Ken removed his hand and Ben's fingers gently grasped my hood, pushing it back.
"His skin's tight, a lot tighter than yours," he said to his brother. "Does it come back at all?" he asked me.
"No, I think his skin's no tighter than mine," Ken said, answering for me. "It's just that he's got a big helmet head, and the skin's got to stretch more than mine does to uncover it. When it gets hard the skin slides back better. Right now it's just pushing the head back."
"My brother's been fascinated by foreskins ever since he discovered that his had been removed," Ken said to me.
"Yeah, my parents let the doctor cut me right when I was born," Ben said ruefully. As he spoke I looked down at his tapering prick, noting the thick brown scar ring behind the small glans. Ben's prick was a duplicate of his older brother's, except that it had no foreskin and seemed narrower just behind the head. I reached down and tweaked his naked glans, and after a couple of squeezes I felt his prick twitch in response.
"Squeezing the head makes my cock-root contract," he said to me.
"That's the idea. I'd like to see how it is hard." As I spoke, I tweaked the head of Ken's penis through his thick foreskin. My prick was swelling and I wanted the brothers to be hard too. It took only seconds for us all to become fully erect.
"The head of yours is pink," I said to Ben. "Ken's is red."
"Yeah, that's because Ken's tip's always covered by his skin," he said. "It's more sensitive than mine, too. You see why I hate being circumcised."
"Let's get into the hot tub," Ken suggested. "I think we'll all enjoy that." This seemed like a good idea to both Ben and me, and we stood to follow Ken into the hot tub room, adjoining the bedroom. Once we'd settled ourselves in the bubbling water, Ken spoke to me:
"The hot water works wonders for us. Ben and I were outside for breakfast this morning and we got in just a couple of minutes before you came. Since it's kinda cold outside, our balls got tight and our cocks shrank. Now they'll relax." We sat side by side, Ken on my left and Ben on my right, as we had in the living room. Our thighs touched, focusing the intimacy. Our erections had subsided during the walk to the tub room, but now I felt mine slowly engorging again.
"Is your tip as sensitive as Ken's?" Ben asked me. He was holding my prick in his left hand and working the index finger of his right hand around the edge of my foreskin.
"No, it's not as sensitive," I responded, and then I felt his fingertip pushing into my foreskin's orifice."
"See, that hot water's relaxed your skin," he said as he pushed his finger deeper, probing for my slit. "I can feel your tip's nice and hard now, and your slit's spread. Ken told me the lips of your slit get round, almost like a teardrop when you get hard."
"Like it when I touch you here?" I asked Ben as I ran my finger around the groove behind his head. I knew the skin between the brown scar and the rim was very sensitive on most cut guys.
"Oh, yeah, it's really hot there." I continued to stimulate him while I reached to cup Ken's balls.
"I can feel your balls are looser than before we got in the water," I said to Ken. He responded by cupping my sac.
"Your balls aren't as loose as mine, but I think they did loosen up since you got in the water," he said. "I noticed last time they're tighter than mine, anyway." As Ken was speaking, I felt Ben's finger probe deeper into my foreskin, stretching its nerve endings and searching out the sensitive spots.
"I'm glad you bite your nails," I said to him. "If you didn't, it would be uncomfortable."
"If you like my finger, wait until I slip my tongue inside your skin," he responded. "Ken told me how you liked that last time you were here." I felt his fingertip delicately circling my rim, and then probing the deep groove behind it. Both Ken and Ben were stimulating me, and I felt myself getting hot.
"Now let's try to skin you back," Ben said. "I felt your skin getting looser." He withdrew his finger from inside my hood and through the bubbling water I saw him grasp my prick around the shrouded head. The gentle pressure of his fingers excited me, especially now that he started drawing my foreskin back.
"Does it slide easier for you now, Ben?" asked his brother.
"Yeah, it's sliding back right over the head," Ben said. "His skin's a lot looser and his cock's very hard now." I released Ken's scrotum and grasped his prick around the foreskin-covered glans, drawing the thick hood down towards the base of his shaft.
"That feel good for you, Ken" I asked. His hood had slid back easily, uncovering the small sensitive glans, and now I was holding it back tightly to stretch its nerve endings.
"That feels really good," he replied. "You're turning me on, just like last time."
"You two have got me all turned on already," I said. I gave Ken's foreskin a couple of slow strokes to slide it up and down the head.
"I think now's a good time to get out and get dried off," Ken said. "We're all ready for the next stage." We arose from the tub, dripping hot water on the tiled floor, and dried each other with the thick towels. I saw that Ben's prick stuck out at 45 degrees north of horizontal, as Ken's did. Mine wasn't angled that high, but still pointed above the horizon.
"Yours sticks out higher than mine," I remarked to Ben.
"Yeah, but I've got a slight downward curve, just like my brother," he said. A drop of clear fluid had appeared at the end of his glans as I'd dried his prick.
"You're already leaking," I said. The lips of his thin slit were parted slightly by the drop, which began to run down the seam leading from the slit to the triangular groove under the head. I saw that Ken's foreskin had crept forward to cover the head when I'd let go, and now there was a definite wetness adorning the end of his pucker.
Now we were dry, and our erections remained rock-hard during the few steps into the bedroom, where we sat on the edge of the bed in the same order. Ken clasped my scrotum and spoke:
"How about Ben working on your skin with his tongue? I did you that way last time, and he'd really love to taste your cock, mainly because it's different from mine. Just lie back and let him do it." I obeyed, eager to please both Ken and Ben, and I saw them crouching on either side of me. Ken cupped my balls while Ben steadied my prick with his hand, pushing his tongue deeply into my foreskin. I felt the slippery warmth of his tongue probing my slit, and then swiping it from side to side. I was becoming very excited and I moaned in delight at the intense sensations both brothers were pouring into me.
"I know Ben wants to run his tongue all around your big helmet before he uncovers it," Ken explained as I felt Ben's tongue probing along the broad upper surface of my helmet on its way to the rim. "He wants to feel that flaring rim and deep groove before he sees them."
"Ohhhh, I like that, I really do," I moaned as the sensations hit me. I turned my head to see that Ben's hard prick was within reach, and I closed my fingers around his shaft, feeling it twitch at the unexpected contact. My thumb closed over the tip of his small glans, feeling its wetness as Ben secreted his sweet cock-juice. I felt Ben's tongue skimming around my rim, up one side and down the other, stretching the nerve endings in my hood before pressing hard into the hot spot under my helmet. His tongue strummed my gee-string and caressed the eaves that defined the triangular groove.
"He wants to taste your meat," said Ken. "Anything to do with foreskin turns him on. He can taste and smell yours right now, and that's hot for him." Now Ben removed his mouth.
"That tasted and felt very good," he said to us. "I like that rich male smell of a thick foreskin. Now I want to see the big head." He began slowly drawing back my hood, exposing my slit to their gaze.
"See, the slit's just like a teardrop," Ken said to Ben. "Jack's got a big helmet head, with a really thick rim. Look under the head where the two sides of his rim meet."
"Man, that's a deep groove under there," commented Ben. He leaned forward slightly and I felt his tongue-tip probing the depths of my groove, driving between the eaves.
"Now skin him back all the way so you can run your tongue around his rim," Ken coached. Ben's fingers tightened slightly on my foreskin, easing it back until the flaring rim stood clear of its folds.
"His skin's not so tight now that it's been in the hot water," Ben commented. "That big thick rim, though, it's really sexy." I felt his tongue flick out to swipe at the top of my corona, and then work down the right side until it reached the underside of my helmet, probing my triangular groove again. Now he worked his tongue up the left side, inflaming my nerve endings and making me sigh in delight.
"Damn, that feels good!" I exclaimed. "You've got a magic tongue, Ben." As I spoke I continued to stroke Ben's hard prick, which was now slick with his lube.
"You're getting Ben worked up with what you're doing to his dong," Ken said. "Between his getting turned on by your dick and what you're doing to his, he might blast off before you do."
"Oh, man, you're right," Ben said fervently. "I am so turned on by this cock..." he trailed off as he leaned forward again and I felt his hot lips close around my helmet, lip-locking behind my rim as he yanked my foreskin back hard to bare the groove.
"Maybe you'd better ease up on Ben's cock," Ken suggested to me. "Let him make you come, so that he can enjoy watching you spew, and then you can finish him off." I thought this was an excellent idea, and let go of Ben's hot hard prick, and I felt Ken kneading my sac to bring me higher towards the plateau of excitement.
"I'm gonna work my lips on your tip," Ben said as he paused. "Now I'm gonna pump your skin too. I'm just gonna pump all your seed outa your cock." I felt his warm fingers begin to pump my foreskin up towards the tip of my helmet, and then pull it down as his lips followed. Ben expertly drew my foreskin all the way down to let his lips lock behind my rim, and when he pulled his lips up along the head, he followed with my fleshy ring, sweeping it up the slick surface to heighten my sensations. I groaned helplessly as the full force of the double stimulation hit me, making me shudder.
"That's it, Ben, that's it," Ken coached his brother. "Just keep working his cock that way and you'll have his load in no time. Jack can hold back for awhile, but not for long the way you're doing him." The double friction of Ben's hot lips and his firmly encircling fingers pumping my supple hood was driving me up to the peak, and I was now moaning constantly, my breathing ragged, as I felt my body responding.
"Just relax, Jack, we'll get you pumped up to make you shoot," Ken assured me as he kept kneading my sac with one hand and running the other hand along the insides of my thighs, adding to my sensations. I moaned rhythmically, in time to Ben's delicious strokes, aware that my excitement was mounting inexorably.
"I can see your tip every time Ben lifts his mouth," Ken continued. "It's dark purple now, and I bet Ben can tell it's gotten hard." I knew he was right, because I was feeling the pressure building up in my glans and shaft, the precursor to the inevitable explosion.
"I bet your tip's tingling now," Ken said, as my awareness of the outside world dimmed and my attention focused on the hot sensations in my lower body. Ben's lips and the pressure and friction as he worked my foreskin over my rim were causing a tickling sensation that I knew would soon change to a hot tingle. I felt a twitch deep inside that told me I'd released some lubricant that was now crawling up my urethra to emerge from my pouting slit.
Ben paused for a second as his tongue-tip probed my orifice, picking up the seeping lubricant, and now he drew my foreskin down the helmet to make room for his advancing lips. I was very hot, and Ben must have sensed that this was the critical moment, for as he pulled up he let his teeth scrape along the broad upper surface of my helmet. The tickling feeling changed to a sudden hot tingle that flooded my glans with hot sparks of sensation and then exploded, shooting down the shaft to start the heavy pounding of my orgasm as it reached the root.
I cried out as my eyes closed, helpless in their hands, overwhelmed by the force of my orgasm. The first hot rush shot up my prick to explode inside Ben's mouth, and I felt the tension rising again. The second burst of hot lava seared its way up my tube, making me cry out in blissful agony as I thrashed on the bed.
I was aware that both Ken's and Ben's bodies were pressing against mine, their warmth accentuating my sensations, and I came again. The third jet shot up my tube and erupted from my straining glans as I moaned loudly, carried away by the flood of hot passion.
Now Ben's mouth and hand were still as my fourth discharge poured up my prick, and I felt his mouth suck it from my orifice as it surged through the distended lips. Another hot surge poured from my teardrop as Ben's lips eagerly sucked it, and now I was just dribbling, steadily seeping as my climax wound down. Ben was milking my prick, licking the drops as they appeared at my slit, and when he'd drained me he pulled my hood up to encase the shrinking helmet.
I was still for a couple of minutes, slowly returning to the real world, and when I opened my eyes I saw them smiling down at me.
"You really blew a lot of seed," Ben said. Ken leaned down to plant a dry kiss on my lips, and I felt him press his chest down against mine.
"You were really groaning, and I felt your body's spasms against mine," he said. I hugged Ken to me and reached out for Ben, my fingers finding his prick and closing around it. It was wet and slick with his natural lubricant, and I began pumping it to give him the same pleasure he'd given me. I struggled up into a sitting position as Ben reclined, and now I had his groin before me, his hot hard prick rigid between my fingers.
Ben's prick tapered from the thick base to the small head, a duplicate of his brother's but for the missing foreskin. I twisted my fist around the hard head on the upstroke, noting that it had changed from pink to light purple, and twisted my fingers the other way as I stroked downward. Ken cupped his brother's balls, expertly kneading them without causing too much pressure, and I heard Ben moan under this double assault.
"I'm gonna give him a hard twist," I said to Ken as I clasped Ben's prick between my palms, moving my hands in opposite directions against the small, straining head. Ben's eyes closed and he yelped. I continued with my double twist, hearing Ben's moans become louder as his eyes closed.
"Ben's so hot from doing you and watching you shoot that he's primed right now," Ken said to me as we continued stimulating him. "He won't hold out for more than ten seconds." His estimate was excessive, for Ben's prick throbbed hard between my palms and I saw a long white jet shoot upward from the tight slit, arcing several feet into the air before landing on Ben's face. Ben's hips bucked and he wailed loudly as the second discharge from his throbbing prick erupted to land on his chest. We felt Ben's body straining as we held ourselves against him. The odor of chlorine filled the air as Ben continued to shoot, each surge of cream blasting through the tight slit at high pressure to land somewhere on his body.
We watched the force of Ben's jets diminish as his orgasm petered out. Now he was just seeping, and the flowing liquid wasn't as white as the first jets had been. We could see Ben relaxing as the tension left his body and he sank into the familiar daze that overtakes the body after orgasm. I milked the residue out of his prick by running my finger up the bottom of his shaft, compressing the urethra, and as each drop flowed through the tight lips of his slit I licked it away, savoring the rich flavor of his cream.
Ken was still very hard, although I hadn't stimulated him, because he'd been enjoying the vicarious experiences of Ben's and my orgasm. As Ben lay still, basking in his afterglow, I asked Ken:
"Are you primed? You look like it won't take much to make you lose your load."
"Shit, no," he said. "I've been watching you two guys get off, and I almost came myself while you were doing Ben's cock." Ben opened his eyes at the mention of his name and asked:
"Which one of us does Ken? Want to go for it, Jack? I've done him lots of times."
"I guess I could, Ben. This is only the second time for me. I'd like to try something different this time."
"What's your plan?" Ken asked. I hesitated only a moment before replying:
"I'd like to twist your foreskin between my palms. This is the same thing I did to Ben, but when there's a foreskin the sensations are different than just friction against the naked head. Ever had that done to you?"
"No, I never did," Ken answered. "Anything special I need to do?"
"Just lie back," I said. "Leave the driving to us." Ken lay back on the bed between Ben and me, and I grasped his hot hard prick between my palms. Ken's prick was tapered like his brothers, the main difference was that the small glans was covered by the long foreskin that formed a pucker beyond the end. I began moving my palms in opposite directions, wondering how long it would be before Ken's body exploded in orgasm. Ben was cupping his brother's sac with one hand, as both of mine were stimulating his hard prick, and he asked me:
"Anything else I can do?" I looked at him and replied:
"That depends on what you want to see. With me, you wanted to see my prick shooting. You might want something different with your brother."
"How do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, I could slide his foreskin down when he starts to come, or I could keep it forward. If I do that, you can pinch the end shut so that the cream stays trapped inside the hood. I've had that done to me, and it's like docking, sort of. I felt the hot cream filling my hood and stretching it, flowing behind my rim, and it was great!"
"I think I'll do that, then," he replied. "I've never done that to him, and I'd like to see how he reacts." I was still massaging Ken's foreskin, rotating it over the hard glans, and Ken had begun to breathe more quickly.
"Okay, then take hold of the end of his pucker. You don't have to squeeze hard, just enough so it doesn't slip out of your fingers while I'm twisting it."
"Ken's really getting into it," Ben observed. "What you're doing's really hitting him hard."
"It's the twisting action, Ben. He's getting friction on the glans and at the same time my twisting action's stretching the nerves in his foreskin. It's also stretching his gee-string inside."
"I wish so much I still had my skin," Ben said wistfully. "I'm missing so much being cut." I wanted to reassure him so I said:
"It's not all that bad, Ben. Ken and I did our best for you, and we both saw that you really shot a heavy load just now." Ken was grunting now, heavy grunts that left no doubt that he was quickly approaching the moment of release. I spoke again:
"Okay, Ben, tighten up your grip a little. Ken's really leaking a lot of lube, and if gets out the end it's gonna make his foreskin slippery and I might lose my grip." Ben's fingers holding Ken's foreskin tightly meant that I wouldn't be able to twist the hood as far, but with Ken so close, I didn't think it would make a difference. Ken's fists had clenched and his eyes were now closed as he withdrew into himself, his attention captivated by the hot sensations in his prick.
"His legs are tightening up," Ben observed in a whisper.
"Yeah, and so are his stomach muscles," I answered. "Now his legs are trembling a little." Ken's face was also showing tension, his jaw clenching as he approached the moment of release.
"His balls have been really tight since we started," Ben added. I took a quick look and saw that Ben was expertly kneading his older brother's orbs within their thick fleshy sac, adding to the sensations. Ken was moaning loudly, totally absorbed in the delightful sensations we were giving him.
I felt his thick prick pulse between my palms as he suddenly grunted, and his hips bucked. I felt his prick-flesh thicken at the end as his discharge flooded into it. His prick pulsed again, and now his foreskin was distended around the glans, hot liquid pouring into it and swirling around the contours of the finely shaped head.
"His tip gets pretty sensitive," muttered Ben.
"No problem," I said. "That cream's gonna keep the friction from getting too much." I knew that the thick layer of viscous liquid bathing Ken's glans would mask the friction and keep his tip from getting over-stimulated. His prick pulsed again, and Ken let out a loud howl as the sensations flooded his body. He thrashed on the bed, hips gyrating, victim of the overpowering sparks of sensation stabbing down his shaft. His foreskin had ballooned out, swollen with his discharges, hot cream surrounding his hot glans.
As Ken's prick throbbed between my palms once more, I noticed a drop of white seeping from his foreskin pucker, leaking around where Ben's fingers were compressing it. Ken howled in joyful agony as another hot pulse surged through his prick, and now I removed my hands so that we could see his fleshy sac stretched tightly, distended with the load he'd shot into it.
Ken's next spasm was weaker, and it was clear that his orgasm was weakening. His prick pulsed several more times, and then was still, held upright by Ben's tight grip at the end of his foreskin. Ben now reached for some Kleenexes and gently let Ken's prick down onto his stomach before releasing it. The moment he let go, a thick flood of cream gushed from the end of his foreskin onto the Kleenexes.
"Ken shot quite a load," I said as the sudden odor of chlorine assailed my nostrils.
"Yeah, that was something, the way his skin swelled up," Ben confirmed.
"Did you feel his prick pulse, the way you were holding it by the end?" I asked.
"Yeah, it jerked every time he shot," Ben replied. Ken was utterly still, his body unwinding after the torrid moments of orgasm, and I knew he was enjoying the feeling of lassitude creeping over him.
"My juice felt like hot lava when I came," I said to Ben. "How did it feel for you?"
"It always feels hot when I'm really excited, and you had me really excited. It felt like it was burning when it shot up my cock."
"I bet it felt like that to Ken," I said, just as Ken was opening his eyes.
"Mine felt like it was burning too," he said. "It was burning when it shot up my tube, and then it felt like hot oil when it spread inside my skin, all around the head."
"I really enjoyed feeling your pricks throbbing when you came," I told them both. "It was really hot watching your faces and hearing the way you were moaning." As I spoke, Ben was milking his brother's prick, running his fingertip along the urethra from behind his sac right up to the glans and catching the fluid with his tongue. Now that we'd all come and the excitement was over, I felt myself really relaxing, and I yawned.
"You feel the same way I do," Ken said. "Now that it's all over, I'm all knocked out."
"I feel sleepy too," Ben added.
"Well, we've got a big queen-size here, and we ought to use it," Ken suggested. I immediately lay down beside him, hugging him closely to me. Ben lay down on his other side, facing us, and it wasn't long before we drifted off into deep sleep.
End of Part 2