Bud and Ken were coming to my house that Saturday morning, and we'd planned an eventful day. My old friend Chris was back in town, having accepted a teaching job at the same university where Bud taught English. Chris was a microbiologist and had returned from a secret U. S. Government project. Suffice to say that the government was heavily involved in biological warfare research. We'd experienced some hot sex years before, and were looking forward to resuming our fun, this time with two other hot guys joining. Chris arrived right at eight, minutes before the others. We stripped down, an easy task for me, as I was wearing shorts and shirt. Chris took longer, as he had to get out of his street clothes on that cool autumn morning. I saw that he hadn't changed much during the ten years since I'd last seen him. His black hair was a bit thinner, as I'd expect of someone the other side of 45, but he had the same stocky figure I remembered, with no additional fat. Then the doorbell rang. Ken and Bud came in, not at all surprised to see Chris and me naked. They quickly doffed their clothes while I made the introductions. Ken was my age, early 40s, while Bud was 50. Ken and I were about six feet tall, while both Chris and bud were about 5' 6". Our eyes dropped to each other's crotches, natural considering the situation. Ken and I still had our foreskins, long and drooping beyond the helmet shaped heads that bulged suggestively through their thick hoods. Both Bud and Chris were circumcised, revealing the differences between their naked heads. Bud had a reddish helmet, while Chris's tip was very dark like the rest of his pubic area, and had a more square outline, unlike the softly rounded contours of our cock-heads. Bud was tightly cut, the skin drawn back from his glans, while Chris's looser cut and thick scar formed a small collar behind his rim, with a thick gee-string that completely filled the triangular groove underneath. Ken and Bud had low hangers, while my scrotum and Chris's were tight. Ken's pubic hair was brown, like mine, but Chris had black hair, matching that on his head, and the dark complexion of his cock and balls. "Want to hear my plan?" I asked. Ken nodded for the group, and I told them what I'd had in mind: "We'll get acquainted by putting on a show for each other. Each of us will jack himself in his favorite way, and that will give the rest of us a clue about what turns us on. We don't have to come in any special order, just whoever feels the need. Let's make sure to come only one at a time, so that we don't miss anything." With that, I led them into the bedroom, where we arranged ourselves in a rough square on the new king-size bed, legs overlapping. Chris was on my right, Bud opposite me, with Ken on my left. There was a folded towel on each corner, and a bottle of Astroglide in the center for whoever needed it. "I'm not the only circumcised guy in the group," Bud said to Chris, who was fondling his penis to bring it to erection. He held it in a loose grip, his forefinger gently stroking his gee-string underneath. His cock stiffened quickly, and we saw that it was thicker than ours, and just under six inches long, giving a stubby effect. I was rolling the nipple of my long foreskin between two fingers, twisting it around the glans, working it up to full erection before starting to skin back. Ken had slipped his index finger into his long loose foreskin, caressing the tender flesh inside while stretching the foreskin's nerve endings. Bud was pinching his helmet to make his cock-root throb. Chris had reached for a towel, and was dabbing at his long, gaping slit, which was drooling lubricant copiously. "The most sensitive part of my penis is my frenulum, and I'm glad the doctor didn't remove it the way many others lost theirs during circumcision. I keep my frenulum dry while I stroke it," he commented. "If I let it get wet, I'll come sooner than I wish." His fingertip continued to stroke his gee-string lightly as he removed each droplet as it appeared in his long gaping slit. Mine was fully hard now, helmet straining at the confining hood that I'd ease back during the next couple of minutes. Ken's finger ran around his swollen glans, stretching the hood, while Bud had a full erection that he now squeezed lightly. Bud reached for the Astroglide. "I have to lubricate my penis for best stimulation because my shaft skin's too tight to bing up to bump the corona," he said in his precise English. "Ken doesn't need to, because he's got a foreskin and secretes a lot of lubricant, but Jack needs lubricant for his copious hood." He was right. I'd never secreted much pre-come, and took the Astroglide when Bud passed it to me, squirting a few drops into the opening in my foreskin. Now I slowly stripped it back to expose my slit, which had pouted to a teardrop shape as my glans had swelled. The thick foreskin stretched as it rode back over the engorged helmet, stretching the nerve endings inside it, producing delicious sensations that inflamed me further. "Bud still has the longest," Ken observed. Bud's rock-hard cock measured almost seven inches from pubic bone to the end of his glans. Ken's penis, with the skin pulled back slightly to expose the end of his helmet, was a bit longer than my six inches, measured the same way. To be fair, I had to retract my long drooping foreskin to bare the end of my penis. "You and Chris have long slits," Bud replied to Ken. "Yes, but notice that the lips of my meatus gape open," observed Chris. "I don't think it's as attractive as your teardrop shape, Bud." "Jack's got a teardrop shaped hole too," observed Bud. "Yes, I'd noticed that," said Chris. "Whenever I slid his foreskin back I thought his meatus looked sculpted, like the rest of his glans. My corona's probably as thick as his, but not as prominent, as it lays flat and doesn't have that sexy flare." At this point Ken slid his foreskin back to reveal the front of his glans. Ken's slit parted slightly to let a drop of lube pass, then closed again. "Mine lubes a lot," said Ken. "That keeps the head and skin nice and slippery. It's also great for docking, even if the other guy is cut." "Did your partner's ejaculation ever shoot into your meatus?" Chris asked, addressing Ken. "Jack told me that this happened to someone who'd posted on the Club Stroke chat board. That would require your meatus to be in perfect apposition to his." "No such luck," Ken replied. "Still, it felt really good to feel his come filling my foreskin. Anyway, my slit stays closed, except when I come. Jack's is wide open, and if the two holes were lined up, the come would shoot right into it." "Yes," I added, "but it never happened to me, either. Anyway, I like it when a guy shoots into my foreskin, because I can feel the juice swirling around behind the head." "One guy I docked shot so hard I could feel it splashing against the front of my helmet," Ken said. "That was a wild sensation. Not too many guys shoot that hard." "I dribble most of the time," Chris confessed. "When I was younger I'd shoot six inches at most. That's because I've always had a long wide meatus. Men with narrow slits tend to jet farther." "Oh, when I was a kid I shot three feet, but not now," I said. The discussion about our sexual experiences was making me hot, and I knew it was having the same effect on the others. "Me, too," Ken said. "although if I'm really hot, I'll shoot maybe ten inches now. Jack does too. I've seen him. He doesn't see himself shoot. His eyes close when he comes, like mine do." "Mine do too," said Bud. He was sliding his fist up and down his lubricated shaft, relishing the sensations. I was wondering who would come first. Chris seemed to be really into it now, his head bent over as he stared avidly at his rock-hard erection. A steady stream of clear lube poured from his tip, seeping into the towel he held against the slit to catch the fluid, while he stroked his fingertip along the thick gee-string under his dark swollen glans. "When's the last time you came, Chris?" I asked. He seemed to be closer to orgasm than the rest of us, and I wondered how long he'd been saving it. "A week," he muttered. "I don't think I can hold back much longer. My frenulum is so sensitive." His shaft was starting to bob up and down with each fingertip stroke, and I heard his breathing deepen as his cock-root contracted rhythmically. "He's on the brink," said Bud. "He's going to come any second." Chris's eyes were wide open, fixed on his bobbing, throbbing cock, as he stepped up the pace of his stroking. I knew he was totally caught up in it now, and I saw his body stiffen and his toes curl. His left hand dropped to his side, leaving the towel in front of him, and now the wetness drooled down his glans to the tender spot underneath where his fingertip massaged the lube into his gee-string. That wet friction triggered him. "OH! OH! OH!" he muttered softly as his body jerked and the first white, ropy discharge shot from his gaping slit. His head bobbed up and down in time with his spasms as another thick torrent poured from his slit to fall onto the towel. His fingertip was stroking the underside of his glans quickly, urging his cock to spew more torrents of thick yellowish cream, and he began gasping as more juice poured forth, filling the air with a heavy chlorine odor. "He's really shooting," Bud commented, captivated by the spectacle of Chris's orgasm. Watching had its effect on me, as well, and I felt my already tight scrotum shrinking even further. Chris exhaled loudly as the last jet poured from his throbbing tip, and now he was merely seeping, a steady flow of yellow cream seeping from between the gaping lips of his long slit. He released his cock, letting it sag into the puddle of thick fluid on the towel as he began to relax. "That was hot to watch," Ken said as he stroked his foreskin halfway back, exposing the rounded front dome of his cock. I did the same, enjoying the stretching sensation as the foreskin pulled back over the compound curves of my purple helmet. Bud poured more Astroglide over his wet and glistening penis, working it in with full-fisted strokes. Chris was utterly still, recovering from the intense rush of sensations, watching his penis deflate. Finally, he milked the underside of his softening shaft, forcing a long rope of residue out onto the towel, and wiping the tip dry. Now he looked around at us. "You're all really hot," he said. "I think you'll be coming soon. Bud's glans is really red now." Ken and I pulled our foreskins forward, then stretched them back until they hugged the rims of our helmets. "I love to watch the glans emerge from under the foreskin," Bud said. "It's really exciting and fascinating for me." "I've always enjoyed watching Jack play with his foreskin," Chris added. "Now I've got two foreskins to watch. I love the smell of a foreskin and wet glans." He leaned over near my penis to inhale. "How's the Astro working for you, Bud?" I asked. "I'm getting the usual warming sensation. It really arouses me." Ken and I stroked our hoods forward once more, then stripped them all the way back. "Those two big helmets look magnificent," Chris commented. "Yours is a lovely shade of purple, Jack, and Ken's is deep burgundy. Both look so sensitive." He reached out to run his finger over the front of my glans, making my shudder. "Watch it, Chris, you'll make me come with your touch." "I want to make you come, Jack. I want to feel your glans throb with the orgasm." I lay back on the bed, pulling my towel over my stomach as I stretched the skin back farther. My glans, fully released from the tight hood and the pressure of my fingers, swelled even further, its color deepening. "Jack loves to stretch his skin back when he gets close," Chris said. "Now he'll begin lightly bumping the corona with the ring of foreskin." I did exactly as he'd predicted, straining as I stretched the thick collar of skin tightly back, then bringin g it forward to bump my flaring purple ridge. Chris ran his fingertip in small circles around my slit, sending thrills down my shaft as he again leaned closer to inhale the aroma of my penis. "Jack can come by just bumping his corona, but I'm going to give him an extra sensation because I know his uncircumcised glans is so sensitive." His finger traced larger circles around my front dome, and I felt my body tensing even though I was trying to stay relaxed. "You're going to force the orgasm from him that way," said Bud. "He won't be able to hold off now." Bud was right. Under the dual stimulation from my foreskin and Bud's teasing fingertip touches, my glans was aching for relief, throbbing hard, the teardrop hole gaping open. My balls were very tight now, and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer because I was withdrawing into myself, the total focus of my existence centered in my hard, swollen prick. Chris's fingertip touches stabbed deeply into my glans, and I felt myself tightening up until my world exploded. A hot spark shot down my shaft from my straining glans, right to the root, where it triggered my first spasm. Lightning flashed before my eyes as my cock-root contracted tightly, sending a thick, burning jet shooting up my urethra. I heard myself crying out in the distance as my stream poured out, and then my cock-root contracted again, sending a heavy thrill through my body. I was aware only of my streaming cock, throbbing in time with my discharges, gushing again and again. Time seemed to have stopped, and now I slowly became aware that I was fully alive and lying on the bed, breathing heavily, overcome by the after-shock of my orgasm. I opened my eyes and propped myself on one elbow, hearing Bud's words: "Your stimulation enhanced his orgasm, Chris. Jack shot at least a foot. The volume of his discharge is more than I've ever seen him come." I began running my fingertip up the underside of my shaft, working the warm fluid towards the end, where it seeped from my shrinking slit. I saw Ken and Bud staring at me with utter concentration, and knew that they'd been totally engrossed with my orgasm. As I finished wiping my glans and rolled the protective covering forward, I spoke: "Two left. Who's next?" "Ken?" Bud asked. "You look aroused enough." Ken said nothing, but lay back as I had. He pulled his foreskin fully forward and began rolling it between his fingers, twisting it over the swollen glans. His balls were tight against his body. So were Bud's, and I wondered how long it would be before he writhed helplessly in his own orgasm. "This is what really turns Ken on," I explained to Chris. "That twisting action's going to build up his sensations, and when he comes, he'll grab his cock in his full fist and thrust up into it. You'll see the head as it's shooting." I spread Ken's towel over him and watched his progress. Ken was now fisting the end of his rock-hard prick, using a twisting motion on his foreskin. As the skin twisted under his firm grip, it moved back slightly, exposing the rounded dome. The excess lube oozed from the end of his foreskin over Ken's encircling fingers. Bud leaned over to smell Ken's cock, saying: "Ken's penis becomes very wet with lubricant. That's why it has a stronger aroma than Jack's." I knew he was right, as I'd noticed that myself. "I love to watch the glans change color," Chris said. "Yours turned dark purple just before your orgasm began, and the corona was almost black." Ken's body tightened as Chris spoke, and his breathing became heavy. His legs began trembling as his eyes closed, and we could all tell he was on the edge. Ken cried out loudly as his hips bucked, lifting off the bed and thrusting his prick through his fist. The deep burgundy helmet popped through the fleshy sleeve of foreskin and shot a long white stream into the air. He relaxed for a second, then thrust his hips up again, his straining cock spewing another arc of semen toward his chest. His teeth were drawn back and his eyes screwed shut spasmodically under the rush of sensations. "His helmet's so glossy and hard," Chris whispered, awed by the sight of Ken's explosive release. Ken thrust up again and another hot jet shot from his long slit. I noted that Bud's eyes were fixed on Ken's cock, enraptured by the spectacle. "I'm going to help," Bud said, and placed the palm of his hand over the dome of Ken's throbbing glans, sliding it sideways. Ken cried out helplessly at this new surge of sensation, and his body heaved again. Bud's palm caught the discharged and it ran down over Ken's straining glans, lubricating it further as Bud began twisting his palm over the front of the dome. Ken kept moaning loudly as another convulsion hit him, and more white fluid poured from under Bud's palm. "That smells wonderful," Bud said as he leaned in to smell Ken's bare glans, wet with lubricant and semen. Ken's thrusts began to diminish, and soon he was still, his storm over. His prick lay flat against his towel-covered stomach, the beautifully contoured helmet totally bared and still seeping fluid. He'd had his main discharge and now the seepage had become clear. "I have to come now!" Bud suddenly exclaimed in a agonized voice. Chris and I lifted our eyes to see Bud's fist flying over his penis, twisting hard when it reached the glans, then twisting in the opposite direction when it slid back to reveal the large purple helmet. His teardrop shaped slit was wet and dripping, and I quickly placed a towel in front of him. Bud's eyes were tightly shut, and he threw his head back and moaned loudly as the first hot jet spewed from his swollen, throbbing helmet onto the towel. Chris held my hand tightly as we watched Bud's frenzied agony play out. His fist moved up and down, bringing more jets spewing, as Bud cried out helplessly. Ken had opened his eyes as Bud's orgasm had begun, and now joined us in watching as Bud's surges continued to pour from his throbbing penis. Bud's lubricated fingers massaged his shaft and glans with practiced expertise, sending sensations of delight into his straining body. We watched Bud's frenzied strokes slow, and then stop as his climax came to an end. He opened his eyes to see his audience staring avidly at him. "I'm fascinated by the rich masculine beauty of an orgasm," Chris said. "This gave me an extra boost after I had mine." "I enjoyed the different ways you guys came," Ken contributed. "Different strokes for different folks, I guess." "I'm fascinated by foreskins," added Chris, "but I love to see the glans bared during ejaculation. Some men keep their foreskins forward during orgasm, but I enjoy it most when I can see the throbbing glans actually spewing. I'm glad you and Jack both thrust your helmets out when your orgasms arrived. I think the glans is the most attractive part of the male anatomy." "I enjoy watching the glans emerge from its hood as the foreskin slides back," Bud said. "I enjoy watching the color change as his excitement mounts and I know he's ready. Then I see it in its naked glory while it's ejaculating." "I've seen one man with a long foreskin ejaculate right through his foreskin. Despite the long drooping nipple of skin, the jet shot straight out for about a foot. This was many years ago." Ken had slid the long hood forward over his shrinking helmet, but was still dabbing at the end to catch the last droplets. Bud now began milking himself, dabbing the accumulated cream and lubricant from his prick. Ken and Bud were both obviously relaxed, their scrotums loosening, as their excitement faded. "Chris and I are going to hit the shower first," I said as I got up, taking our towels with us. I dropped them into the bathroom hamper and turned on the water. We got in, enjoying the water flowing over our bodies. "Do you still pinch the end of your foreskin if you have to urinate in the shower?" Chris asked. "Not always, but I'll put on a show for you now. I really have to get rid of all this coffee." The hot water had stimulated my urge, and I grasped the long nipple of my foreskin between two fingers as I let my sphincter relax. Chris and I watched the long hood swell like a balloon, until I released it to allow the yellow stream to spray out in a thick gush. The hot water had affected Chris as well, and his stream joined mine. It was thicker than mine, and gushed with less force because of his wide, gaping slit. I reached for the base of his shaft, placing my thumb on top and pressing sharply into his urethra with my finger, suddenly stopping his flow. "That feels good, doesn't it?" A look of pleasure came over his face, and he pressed close to me. Now I let go, allowing his stream to resume unimpeded. We soaped each other, then rinsed ourselves before turning off the water. We stepped out of the shower to dry ourselves as Ken and Bud entered. Finally, we were all dried and dressed, and we went out for brunch, discussing what we'd do the rest of the day. We drove in Ken's SUV, and decided we'd go to a movie after brunch, then to the museum. We planned to return in the late afternoon for another session of four-way sex, the consensus being that Ken and I would do "69" while Bud and Chris would do Princeton on us. When we returned to my house around six, we weren't hungry at all because we'd eaten heavily at brunch, and had not quite walked off the calories. However, we were eager to resume our mutual sex, and quickly removed our clothes. Ken and I lay on our left sides in a "69" position, our faces opposite each other's crotches, and a large bath towel between us. I began by grasping Ken's limp prick and pushing my tongue into the opening of his foreskin. He responded immediately, and I felt his tongue slipping inside my foreskin nipple and probing for my slit. "I know that must taste wonderful," commented Chris, sitting behind me and watching the action. "I know it smells good," added Bud, who'd taken up a position behind Ken. "That foreskin aroma really fascinates me and turns me on a lot." Bud had enjoyed smelling our foreskins during previous encounters. Meanwhile, I was pushing my tongue deeper into Ken's hood, exploring the broad upper surface of his large helmet, feeling it swell against my tongue as it hardened. Ken's salty natural lube poured out onto my tongue, and before my eyes I saw his scrotum begin to contract with his rising excitement. Ken's lips and tongue were stimulating my prick, and I felt a pleasant tingle as he stretched my foreskin with his thick tongue. "You both have such long foreskins," observed Chris. "Even with full erections, your hoods cover your helmets. Few men are that well endowed." "Ken's is a bit looser and shorter," Bud added. "See how it reveals the meatus now? Jack's meatus is still hidden by the thick pucker." As Bud was speaking, I pushed Ken's foreskin back halfway with my tongue, baring the rounded front dome of his helmet. I felt Ken's fingers drawing my long hood back, and the front part of my helmet felt the cool air. "I think it's time for us to join you two," Chris said. "Bud and I are fully erect, even though we haven't even touched ourselves." I lifted my head and saw that Bud was hard, his scrotum contracted with excitement. "There are some "Magnum" condoms on the bedside table," I offered. "You can lube them with the Astroglide." "It's a good thing they're Magnums," Chris said. "My penis isn't very long, but it's thick, and regular condoms feel tight on me." "I need the length," Bud said. "Magnums provice slack so that my penis can slide." He poured some Astroglide into the end of a condom and unrolled it down his hard staff. I felt Chris moving behind me, and knew he was also getting ready. Ken lifted his right leg to allow Bud to slip his hard cock between his thighs, and when I lifted my leg I felt Chris snuggle his body against mine as his thick erection found its place, the tip just touching my balls. "I love to use a condom for this," Bud said. I don't risk hair burns, and Ken won't have to clean my semen from his pubic hairs." Bud and Chris began thrusting slowly, and I saw the end of Bud's latex-covered cock emerge under Ken's tight scrotum. I felt Chris moving inside the latex sleeve, and his thick cock nudged my scrotum, then withdrew. I wrapped my lips around Ken's hardness, savoring its warmth and its taste as I pushed his foreskin all the way back behind his ridge. Ken's tongue was still exploring under my foreskin, and now I felt his warm fingers closing around my shaft, slowly drawing the skin back. "Don't tighten up," Chris cautioned me. "I don't want my orgasm to start before yours." Chris kept moving very slowly, drawing out the sensations, staying relaxed to enjoy the pleasure to the utmost. Ken's naked glans was engulfed in my mouth, and he began thrusting as he became caught up in the sensations. We both enjoyed the profound excitement of hot lips working on our cocks while another guy's hard shaft was sliding between our thighs, bumping our tight sacs. I noticed that Bud's penis had increased its pace, and the bloated latex-covered helmet lunged at my face with each thrust. Ken's body was tightening against mine, and he removed his lips from my penis to whisper: "Any second now, Jack. "Just keep my skin back and lick under the head." I grasped his shaft tightly with my right hand, pulling the skin back sharply and holding the shaft against his stomach so that my tongue worked the hot spot under his glans. I heard Chris murmuring in my ear as he raised his head: "I've got a front row seat now. I'm going to enjoy watching your magic tongue bring Ken to orgasm. I can even smell the heat of his passion." Bud was also peering over Ken's neck to see the action and his hand wrapped around my cock. Ken had removed his mouth to avoid biting me as the spasms of orgasm flooded his body, but Bud was keeping me stimulated by working my foreskin over the hard, swollen helmet. I kept my tongue lashing at Ken's thick gee-string, also hitting the sides of his triangular groove where the two halves of his ridge met. Ken's chest was heaving against my stomach as he began to grunt and I knew he was right on the brink. "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I heard him grunt as his cock throbbed hard against my tongue and his first jet erupted. I felt his body straining against mine as the shocks of orgasm went through him, pushing him into the mindless free-fall where time stops and the contractions of ejaculation dominate the senses. I felt each heavy pulse against my tongue as successive jets shot through his urethra. Ken's hips were bucking as he was caught up in the frenzy of his orgasm, and his shaft throbbed hard in my encircling fingers. Chris's hand moved between us and I saw his finger caress the broad top side of Ken's helmet, adding to the sensations. "I love to watch his naked glans shooting its jets," Chris murmured in my ear. "It's so dark and glossy..." He'd stopped thrusting, completely caught up in watching the spectacle. I thought Bud had also stopped, but Ken's hips kept bucking, his tight scrotum bumping my forehead each time another torrent of fluid erupted from his turgid glans. Ken's thrusts began to relent, and the pace of his throbs also slowed as he emptied himself. I felt his body begin to relax as Chris again spoke: "Ken's just seeping now. I think he'll be coming to in a minute." I moved my head slightly, and my tongue swiped across Ken's long slit, savoring the heavy salty taste and I inhaled Ken's mild chlorine odor. I pressed my fingertip into the underside of his shaft, gently stroking forward, and a heavy flow of Ken's cream and lube poured onto my waiting tongue. I saw Chris's finger dip into the puddle of cream on the towel and heard him sigh as he licked his finger behind me. "I love the way he tastes, too. Ken's very sexy. Be glad he's one of our group." Ken's body was utterly relaxed now, and I knew he was sinking into the daze that follows climax. "I almost had my orgasm too just then," said Bud. "When Ken began his climax, his thighs contracted sharply around my penis, and his pelvic thrusting almost set me off." We all lay still for a minute, waiting for Ken to recover from his dazed state. Finally Ken raised his head and moved back slightly from me. "Wow! That was intense!" he said. "Now I think you ought to be next, Jack. Then Chris and Bud can have their jollies." His fingers pulled his foreskin forward to cover his helmet and his lips closed around my penis as Bud removed his hand. I felt Ken's lips forcing back the hood, his tongue tickling my hole, sending thrills down to the root of my cock. Now his lips locked behind my naked ridge, and he twisted his head, making my cock-root throb in response. I saw Bud's penis again thrusting between Ken's thighs, and felt Chris resume his movements, very slowly. I knew that Chris had to control himself because the slippery latex was sliding up and down his super-sensitive gee-string. Ken knew what turned me on, and he pulled back hard on my shaft skin to stretch the nerve endings as his lips and tongue aggressively attacked my helmet. Chris's thick penis nudging my tight sac added to my sensations, and despite myself I felt my body tensing. I wanted to prolong the anticipation, but they were forcing me to the edge. I felt my thighs tightening around Chris' hard shaft, and he stopped thrusting to avoid going into orgasm. My swollen glans ached for relief. A sharp tickle began in the rim, and when it changed to a hot tingle that pervaded the entire helmet my eyes closed. My world was shrinking rapidly, and within seconds I was aware only of the delicious and compelling sensations in my crotch. I was breathing heavily, now, my muscles contracting, and Ken pushed his head forward to deep-throat my glans. I felt the pinch of pain as Ken yanked back hard on my shaft skin, stretching the nerve endings, and my world exploded. I heard myself crying out in the distance as the heavy pounding of orgasm began in my cock-root. A hot, burning jet rushed up my urethra and I dissolved into mindless sensation. My cock-root throbbed again, sending another gush of hot juice to fill my tube in its rush to the end of my penis. Suddenly I felt Ken's teeth scraping my helmet, and I cried out helplessly as my hips bucked automatically. I felt Chris's tip pushing against my tight sac, and then I shot again, filled with the delicious agony of orgasm. I was in mindless limbo, aware only of the throbbing in my crotch and the hot jets shooting through my cock. The throbs were weaker now, and the jets changed to a slow seeping, as my orgasm wound down from its peak. Ken removed his mouth just in time, because my glans was becoming hyper-sensitive. I lay utterly still, unable to move, barely able to think, and with my eyes still closed against the outside world. Chris's voice roused me: "You had an intense orgasm, but I missed the show. Ken kept you in his mouth and he swallowed all of your juices. You're still swollen now, and there's a slight seepage from your teardrop meatus." I felt Ken's finger milking the underside of my cock, and I opened my eyes to see the residue dribbling from my helmet-hole. "Did you almost have orgasm while Jack was ejaculating?" Bud asked Chris, who was reaching for a taste of my juices with a fingertip. "His thighs squeezed my penis, but I wasn't on the brink as you were because I stopped thrusting," said Chris while licking his finger. "I think that when I resume thrusting, I'll be over the edge very quickly, after witnessing these two spectacles." Ken pulled my foreskin forward to protect the sensitive head as Bud slowly resumed thrusting into him. "Chris, when I see that you're ready to come, I'll tickle the underside of your head," Ken said. "I saw how sensitive your gee-string is, and that'll put you into orbit." "It will, be sure of that," muttered Chris as he got into the rhythm of thrusting. His thick glans and shaft slid smoothly between my thighs, heightening his arousal, and I heard his breathing deepen. I was clear-headed now, and said to Ken: "When Chris gets close, don't push your finger in there. Just put it where he'll feel it at the end of the forward stroke. I think it'll be better that way." I wasn't sure how well I'd explained it, but Ken nodded his head in understanding. Meanwhile, I saw the end of Bud's long penis appear regularly under Ken's balls. "I'm close," Bud muttered. "Really close..." His breathing was heavy, and I watched his long penis lunge out from between Ken's thighs as his rhythm increased. I warned Chris: "Try to hold off, Chris. Bud can't hold it any longer," I said. Chris responded by stopping, and I felt his warm hardness resting under my perineum, as he took deep breaths to control his excitement. "It's becoming so hot between your thighs, Ken..." Bud trailed off. I watched the latex-covered helmet lunging toward my eyes, then disappearing, as Bud's thrusts became longer and harder. I felt the moment was right, and rested my hand on the inside of Ken's thigh, one fingertip placed to that the underside of Bud's glans would bump against it at the end of each forward thrust. Bud's big helmet pushed through Ken's thighs again, and this time I pressed my fingertip hard against the hot spot under the head. Bud howled in joyful agony as the fresh sensations overtook him, and he began coming. Bud's long prick lunged repeatedly through Ken's thighs, the top of the helmet sliding against Ken's balls while I pressed against the underside with my fingertip. I saw the condom begin to distend with creamy fluid as the fury of orgasm wracked Bud's prick and cock-root. Bud's frenzied grunting filled the room as I pressed my finger farther to add to his sensations, hitting the hot spot under the helmet each time he thrust. I knew Chris was passively enjoying Bud's orgasm, having a vicarious thrill as he watched. Bud's hard prick continued to slide into view, bumping against my finger, and then retreated between Ken's thighs. However, the pace was slower now, because Bud had siphoned off most of his juice. I saw that the end of the condom was ballooned out with fluid, and Bud was still pouring some into the latex sheath. Finally Bud was still, recovering from the agonized ecstasy that had driven his frenzied thrusts, and I relaxed as well as I waited for Bud to open his eyes. Ken spoke: "I felt the ridge of the helmet against my body every time you thrust, Bud. That was nice. I felt every throb." I remembered from having done Princeton with Bud that his flaring ridge had been very prominent against the underside of my body, and I'd felt every movement. Now I felt Chris begin to thrust between my thighs, his hard thickness sliding smoothly through the latex against my body. Ken lifted his leg to let Bud withdraw, and now both of them were watching Bud make the run for his thrill. "Go for it, Chris," I urged. "You really need relief. You've been waiting the longest." Chris didn't say anything, but increased his thrusts. I waited for his excitement to build up, wanting him to experience the same hot thrills I'd had minutes before and knowing it wouldn't be a long wait. I felt Chris slide an arm under me, and his other wrapped around my chest from above, and now he was hugging me tightly as he drove his thick cock between my thighs. I felt the blunt head nudge my sac with each lunge, as his hips slammed hard into my buttocks. He was driving hard in his race to orgasm. "It's so hot between your thighs," Chris moaned into my ear as he threw himself into it. I wanted him to enjoy it as much as he could, and tightened my thighs around his thrusting shaft. Chris began grunting hard between labored breaths, as his frenzy increased. Ken was still in the "69" position with me, but his head was raised and I saw him watching Chris's cock as the tip emerged under my balls. Now Ken moved his arm, and I felt his hand rest against my thigh as he put his finger where the sensitive underside of Chris's cock would touch it with each lunge. Chris groaned loudly as his tip slid forward under my balls and against Ken's finger, feeling the slippery stimulation of the fingertip on his gee-string through the wet latex. He drew back, and then lunged forward with a loud cry, overwhelmed by the sensations that flooded his cock and triggered his climax. I felt the first hard throb of his cock against my body as Chris gripped me tightly, and knew that his juice was pouring into the condom. His body was straining against mine as he stopped thrusting, just keeping his throbbing cock forward where Ken's fingertip sent hot sparks of sensation stabbing into his gee-string. I tightened my thigh muscles rhythmically, enhancing his sensations, as he bit my neck in passion as he grunted. I clearly felt the hard throbs of Chris's cock in my perineum now that he was still, and knew that with each heavy pulse another torrent of fluid was pouring into the latex sheath. I reached down and my fingertip found the front of his glans. I pressed in and began moving my fingertip in circles around his straining, gaping slit, feeling the firmness of the head as it throbbed hard against my finger. "I love to feel his entire body come," said Bud, who had moved behind, me, sandwiching Chris between his body and mine. I wasn't sure if Chris was fully aware that all three of us were doing our best to enhance his orgasm, but I was sure he was in the same mindless limbo I'd occupied a short while ago. I felt the tightness of his muscles behind me, the hardness of his throbbing cock under my perineum, and the pulsing of his glans in my fingertip as he drained himself. His orgasm faded almost imperceptibly, because he'd gone rigid when it had begun. I was aware that the pulses in his cock were weaker, and that his grunts had begun to fade. "His eyes are closed," Bud's voice said behind me. I was surprised, because I hadn't seen Chris close his eyes during previous orgasms we'd shared. I knew then that this one had been particularly intense. We all began to relax, waiting for Chris to recover. Both Ken and I had stopped stroking his prick through the swollen latex sheath, and I lifted my thigh to allow him to slip out when he was ready. I felt Chris's arms relax around me, and knew that he was coming down off his high. He moved slightly and his prick slid from between my thighs. Bud was on his knees as I rolled over, and I saw the heavy end of the cream-filled condom hanging down between his legs. I handed him the towel and he slipped the latex sheath easily off his shrunken cock, enveloping it in the terrycloth. He wiped his slippery wet dick with the end of the towel, watching Chris all the while. Chris was on his back, eyes just opening, his now shrunken cock flat on his stomach, the latex bulging with fluid. It was hard to understand why it hadn't burst while he'd been filling it with his cream because it was so distended. Bud gently lifted his prick and laid a towel on his stomach. "That was devastating," Chris whispered weakly. "I'd been excited for such a long time, but it came upon me so suddenly that I was paralyzed." "Ken and I stroked your tip through the rubber to make you come," I explained. "When you did that it felt as if a powerful electric shock was running through my glans and shaft. I just went rigid and it felt as if my entire being was pouring out through my penis," Chris said. "I felt the tension in your body," I said. "I think Bud did too, because he was right behind you when you started coming." "I did," Bud added. "You were tight as a spring. I'm glad it was so intense for you." Bud leaned down and Kissed Chris lightly on the lips. Ken swiveled to face me, and I felt his arms slip around me as he kissed me. Bud bent over Chris and eased the condom off his now limp cock. Gushes of cream oozed between the shaft and the rubber ring as Bud slipped it off. Bud laid it down on the end of the towel and wrapped the terrycloth around Chris's flaccid penis, squeezing it and milking it to wipe away his residue. We all had droplets of cream still inside us, and we busied ourselves forcing them out. We now sat looking at each other, gratified and spent, supremely satisfied with the intimacy of sharing our climaxes. Chris held my hand and Bud held Ken's. Now I'm hungry," Ken said. "Anyone want to go out to eat?" "I'd rather send out for a pizza," Bud replied. "That way we don't have to get dressed. I know there's beer in the refrigerator, and I think that would do well for all of us." "I'm with you, Bud," I said. I moved to the telephone and then we sat down to wait for the delivery.
The end