Jacking Video By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
I used to think that orgasm was always over quickly for me, in maybe five seconds, until I got a camcorder and used it to tape a masturbation session years ago. When I played it back, I was surprised to see that my orgasm, from first jet to last drop, had taken 44 seconds, according to the counter on the screen. This was my first clue that the altered state of consciousness brought on by orgasm also distorted time. When I mentioned this to Doug, whom I'd met in the Club Stroke chat room, he was intrigued. We'd cyber-jacked together in the room and intended to get together next time he was in town. I'd also met Joe, who lived in my own city, and who had a camcorder, in that chat. Joe had said he'd be eager to tape a mutual jack-off session if he could participate. When I told him that Doug and I were uncut he became even more eager. We arranged a date at my house and at the appointed time Joe and Doug showed up on my doorstep. After hurried introductions, we went into my bedroom and stripped down. I was happy that we'd described ourselves accurately. Doug was 53, ten years younger than I, with a muscular body that he kept in shape by working out. He was slightly shorter than my 6' 2", and I was gratified to see that his cock was covered by a long foreskin. I saw that it formed a nipple beyond the bulging glans, just like mine. Joe was 54, about 5'8", thin, and circumcised like most Americans. He'd told me that he'd wanted very much to feel a foreskin over his tapered tip, and we'd agreed that I'd dock him that day. Joe put his camcorder on a tripod to cover the center of the king-size bed and I spread towels before we climbed onto it. Doug quickly grasped my foreskin end between thumb and index finger, kneading and rolling it to arouse me. I felt he preferred this technique on himself, so I followed suit, cupping his balls with my other hand. It didn't take long for our cocks to swell to full size, and I saw that Doug had about 6 1/2", and even fully hard, the head was fully covered with foreskin. I could just see the dome of his purple glans and his slit through the opening. The tip of his glans was wet with lube. Mine was exactly 6", and my thick fleshy hood shrouded the head fully as well, showing only my teardrop shaped meatus. The musky aroma rising from our foreskins filled the air. "WOW! Do I love that smell," said Joe as he shifted himself closer to take in the odor. Joe's cock had hardened without any stimulation, just from his watching us, and I saw that it was about 5" long, with an arrow-shaped head that tapered from a thick ridge down to a narrow tip. The thick brown scar that defined his tight circumcision ringed his shaft 1/2" behind the head. I noticed that Joe oozed heavily, as his thin slit seeped copious lubricant that dripped down onto the towels. "I really love foreskins," he said. "I've always wished I had one, and I often beat off with a condom to get the feeling of a foreskin sliding over the head." Joe pushed my hand aside gently, and slipped his index finger into Doug's hood, probing deeply and running his fingertip around the ridge. Doug sighed with pleasure, and his balls contracted in my hand. "Who goes first?" Joe asked as he removed his finger from Doug's cock and sniffed it. "I want to get the camera nice and tight on him." We'd previously agreed that the best plan was for us to come one at a time. That way, we could bring each other off without being distracted by our own orgasms, and the one shooting didn't have to think about synchronizing with anyone. I grasped Doug's hood and began twisting it over the glans. Doug's hand tightened on my penis, and he squeezed my head rhythmically through my foreskin. "I haven't come in a week, been saving it up for this," Doug said. "I need to come now." His cock throbbed between my fingers as he spoke, and I saw the lips of his long slit part with another large drop of clear fluid. Slowly, I began retracting his foreskin, watching the opening widen as it slipped back over the swell off his glans. "Okay, Doug," I murmured. "I'll make you come first. Just relax and let me do the work." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Joe moving his camcorder to get a closer view of Doug's crotch. He then spread a towel over Doug's abdomen. Stabilizing his shaft with my other hand, I pulled Doug's hood forward again, then pushed it back a bit farther than last time. His fingers clamped hard around my prick. "Don't try to make me come," I reminded him. "If it turns you on to grab my prick, okay, but let me bring you off first." I saw Joe's hand move to cup Doug's balls, and Doug's body shuddered. Doug's breathing had deepened, and his stomach was visibly contracting with each breath. He was now taking long, gasping breaths, and when I pushed his foreskin back farther I saw that the color of his swollen tip had turned darker purple. I pulled his hood all the way up to cover the head, and heard him take a deep breath. His hips bucked as he thrust his hard prick through my fingers, the foreskin stripping back all the way as a thick white jet shot from his tip. My face was inches away, and I smelled the Clorox odor of his cream. His cock pulsed in my hand again, and another jet erupted to land on the towel. I grasped his wet, slippery glans, feeling it throb hard between my fingers as I rotated my fist on it to sharpen his sensations. Doug cried out as another gush poured from his slit, running down my encircling fingers. I twisted my fist around his throbbing glans several more times until he was totally drained, then slipped his long hood up over the softening head. "Man, that was a hell of an orgasm," exclaimed Joe as he released Doug's scrotum. "He was in seventh heaven." He wrapped his fingers delicately around my prick as Doug's hand fell away. Joe began sliding my foreskin back from my swollen head, exposing the big purple dome. "I haven't seen your cock-head yet," he said. "I always wonder what kind of a head is hiding under that skin when I see uncut guys. Some have helmets, like you and Doug, others have cock-heads shaped like arrowheads, like mine, and I've seen mushrooms, bells, and acorns too." He pushed my hood back farther and said: "Hey, your slit is different. It's not just a slit. It's like a teardrop. Not many guys have that. It really looks great." He pushed the thick roll of foreskin back over my flaring ridge, and it snapped into the deep groove behind it. "You've got a nice ridge, just like Doug's. I thought I could see that through the skin. That upward curve looks so sexy." He delicately ran a finger around my naked corona. "You don't have much pre-cum," Joe said. "You need lube. Can I use this?" he asked, picking up the plastic bottle of Astroglide from the bedside table. "That's fine," I replied. "I use it all the time. It feels really good on my prick." I watched Joe pour several drops onto my glans from the squirt nozzle. He then began lightly massaging the big purple helmet with his fingertips, and I felt the warmth from the Astroglide on my glans. Meanwhile, Doug had revived and he gently pushed Joe's hands away. "Here, Joe, let me do him. You take care of the camera." Doug steadied my penis with his left hand and began massaging the slippery wet glans with the fingertips of his right. Joe moved the camera to cover my groin and spread a towel over my stomach. He then began lightly tickling the hairs on my balls, and I felt them contracting under the stimulation. Doug knew exactly what to do to me, as we'd discussed this on the cyber-chat many times. We both knew how sensitive the uncircumcised glans is, and how to stimulate it to produce the sharpest sensations. Doug moved his fingertips over the dome, then worked on the broad upper surface, finally circling the ridge. He kept his touch light and his fingers moving, to avoid tiring the nerve endings in any one spot. Doug had me gasping and crying out from the start, his fingertips sending hot sparks of sensation stabbing deeply into my hot hard head. Joe's eyes were fixed on my crotch as he taped the scene, and I knew his microphone was picking up my every cry. I felt my prick shaft harden even more, and the glans swell in its final engorgement, aching to come. Doug had me on the plateau quickly because I was already aroused from having made him come, and we knew it wouldn't take much to make me explode. My glans was tingling, and my eyes closed involuntarily as I felt the climax approach. My legs trembled, and a shudder ran through my entire body. I heard myself moaning in the distance, and my awareness of the world around me faded as all my attention focused on my hot, tingling prick. I felt a hot jolt of sensation run down my prick, shocking my cock-root into contraction, and a burning jet of hot cream shot up my tube as I cried out in agonized ecstasy. I felt Doug's fingertips dance over my glans, pouring more sensations into my overheated nerve endings, and I writhed in delicious agony as my cock continued to pour out strings of hot liquid. However, the sensations began to fade, and soon my climax had ended. "Man, I really got turned on watching that big purple helmet shoot," exclaimed Joe. "Now I get to ride, correct?" He was referring to my promise to take his glans inside my foreskin after I'd finished my climax. I hadn't been able to dock him while excited, because there wasn't room inside my hood for another head, but now that mine was quickly shrinking, I'd be able to fit him in easily. Joe removed the wet towel from my stomach and grasped my softening prick, urging the thick hood forward. I turned to face him as he lay down with his stiff prick pointing at my foreskin, and he pushed the point of his glans into my thick pucker.
I felt his well-lubed cock-head stretching my hood, and saw its outline as it pushed in until the end was right at my corona. His head, smaller than mine, was completely encased in my foreskin, and I clamped the front edge of my hood tightly around his shaft just in front of his scar. Then I grasped my skin shroud and began massaging it over his corona. Joe began crying out as the insistent sensations began, and I knew he'd cream soon because he'd been awaiting his orgasm the longest. I saw Doug's large hand cupping Joe's contracting scrotum, adding to his excitement. I knew that much of the stimulation had to be psychological for Joe, because he was now feeling the sensation of a warm foreskin around his glans. He'd been deprived of his hood at birth, and was now enjoying the sexy tightness of a warm shroud on his tip. I felt him begin to thrust into my foreskin as I continued to massage the skin over his glans, and heard him begin to gasp with each motion as his head bumped against mine. Through the skin, I felt Joe's tip swell even more, losing its spongy feel as it went into the final swelling before orgasm. I saw his eyes close as the sensations in his hot hard prick mounted, and then I felt the glans throb under my fingers. Joe yelled as the consuming spasms hit his body, and I felt his tortured tip throb against my hot head as he flooded my foreskin with fluid. The first hot jet of semen filled the space behind my rim, running around the groove. I loved the feel of Joe's cream bathing my glans. More hot juice poured from Joe's throbbing tip, making my foreskin balloon out before it began oozing from the end. Joe's pulsing prick shot again and again as he groaned in agonized delight. When he was finally drained, his cock became still and began to soften. Slowly it slipped from under my hood, naked head milky white with cream. I wiped his prick, then sopped up the excess fluid running out from inside my foreskin with the towel. Joe lay on his back, exhausted. "Well, shall we run the tape?" asked Doug. "I'd be really curious how long my orgasm took. Let's see it." I put Joe's camcorder on "rewind" and connected the cord from it to my TV set on the corner table. By the time the tape was completely rewound, Joe was
sitting up next to Doug and myself, watching intently. He pushed "play" and the tape began. We watched Doug and I pinching and rolling each other's foreskins for a few seconds, then Joe put it on "fast forward" to get to the orgasm. At the moment Doug thrust his hard prick through my fingers, Joe set the counter. We watched Doug's bulging purple helmet disgorge stream after stream until the last ooze came out. The counter read 45 seconds. "Man, I thought that was only ten seconds," said Doug. "Time really slows down when I come." "Yeah, but did you see how far you shot?" asked Joe. "Do you usually shoot a foot in the air?" "No, I don't," said Doug. "I was really turned on and I needed to come because I'd stored up a week's load." "Now let's see Jack's orgasm," said Joe as he fast- forwarded. "He was skinned back all the way, so it'll be a hell of a show." The camera was tight on the front half of my swollen prick as the first thick white stream shot from the big purple dome and off the top of the screen. "That one went ten inches, I'm sure," said Joe. "He normally dribbles," added Doug. " He was really worked up for that one." "You made the difference, Doug," I replied. "You and your magic fingers." We watched stream after stream pour from my glans, each weaker than the one before, as the counter rolled to 43 seconds. "It didn't seem that long, though. Time really compressed for me." After more fast forwarding, the scene was Joe's hard cock inside my foreskin. The sound was on, and I heard his cry that signaled the start of his orgasm. We saw his cock thrusting into my hood as my fingers worked the skin around his tip, but didn't see the ejaculations that had filled my foreskin with his juice. However, his cock stopped pulsing at 49 seconds, and that was pretty close to the end of his orgasm. "I bet you would have shot a couple of feet if my foreskin hadn't caught it all," I said. "It felt like a fire hose inside when you came." "Oh, man, I was so turned on," Joe replied. "I'd just watched that big purple head of yours creaming, and now my prick was bumping against it, and your foreskin was over my head, and that did it for me. I couldn't hold back, and I just let go." Doug had been fingering his prick as we'd watched the tape, and now we saw that his cock was swollen to its full 6 1/2 inches again. The big helmet bulged inside the tightly stretched foreskin, and I saw wetness dribbling from the end. "You need another orgasm," I said, "but this time I'm going to skin you back first and use Astroglide on you." I grasped his long foreskin and swept it back from the glossy purple glans as Joe spread another towel on Doug's stomach. I poured several drops of Astroglide over the glans and spread it with my fingertips. "Man, that feels nice and warm," he said. "What is it?" "That's the glycerin in the lube," I replied. "It makes the glans feel warm without irritating it." As I spoke, I massaged the slippery liquid over the shiny surface of Doug's cock-head, working it in and teasing the nerve endings. Joe's hand stabilized Doug's shaft, pulling back hard on the hood and stretching the tissues tightly so that the flaring corona stood high and clear. Doug groaned as the nerve endings in his skin stretched to the limit. "I like foreskin, but seeing the big head bare when it shoots really turns me on," Joe explained. "Go to it, make him come." His other hand turned on the camcorder again to capture the precious moments. My fingertips caressed the smooth hard surfaces of Doug's big helmet, making him groan with the intensity of the sensations, and I saw clear fluid seeping from his slit. I spread the lube in small circles around Doug's slit, then worked my way out to the rim. I ran a fingertip around the flare, then caressed the back surface of the corona, finally moving into the groove and along its circumference. I heard Doug moan, then gasp, as the rolling barrage of sensations flowed into him. His stomach muscles rippled, and I felt the glans throb under my fingers. Now he was going; "AH-AH-AH" with my every touch. "Give it to him, don't stop, just make him come!" urged Joe, still cupping Doug's tight scrotum. Doug's eyes closed, and I knew that the orgasm would hit him like an express train any second. My fingers danced over the sensitive surfaces of his cock-head, and I felt it swell and harden even more as his climax neared. "See how the head's getting darker?" asked Joe. "You can see that if it's skinned back." The glans was dark purple now, and the back face of Doug's rim was almost black as my fingertips poured more sensations into the nerve endings. Doug's entire body tensed, his hips rising off the bed, and I knew he was about to explode. With a loud bellowing "AAAHHHHHHHHHH" that filled the room, Doug shot. His hot hard glans pulsed under my fingers, shooting a thick rope of cream high into the air. His hips bucked, and his glans thrust up into my encircling fingers as another hot jet erupted from the slit. I worked my fingertips over his tortured tip, making him cry out helplessly, as more jets poured from his prick. Joe's eyes seemed to be aflame as he watched the spectacle, following every trajectory as Doug's cock jetted. When Doug had stopped shooting, Joe rewound the tape briefly, so that we watched only Doug's orgasm. Joe put it into slow motion and started the counter as we saw Doug's slit widen to release the first jet. The slit became an oval, extruding the thick liquid, then collapsed to a slit again. The next jet forced its way out past my caressing fingers and arced high into the air. Another thick stream stretched the lips of Doug's slit, again shooting high. Several more gushes, each weaker than the one before, emerged, until Doug's glans was still. The counter read 49 seconds. "Well, you've got the record this afternoon," I said. "You beat us all, and that on the second try." "It was being with you two that did it," replied Doug. "I guess I perform better with an audience, and you and Joe are the best audience I ever had."
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