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Discovering Ray

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Discovering Ray by Jackinnm@yahoo.com (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)Ray and I had experienced a very fulfilling session the previous Saturday, demonstrating different techniques of masturbation to each other and stroking each other to shattering, mind-numbing orgasms that left us drained. We didn't look alike, but we'd found ourselves to be very compatible. We were both 31, having been born in 1938. I was divorced; Ray had never been married. Ray was about 6'4" and thin, with a pale complexion and thick red hair. His blue eyes contrasted with my brown ones. Most interesting was that, like me, Ray was uncut. His cock had a long pendulous foreskin like mine, but the skin was thinner than mine. We'd compared foreskins last week, and explored different ways to pleasure them and the precious, sensitive heads they shrouded. Ray had suggested that we get together with his brother Joe, who was visiting him from Philadelphia the following week. When I walked down to Ray's apartment the following Saturday afternoon, Ray introduced us. Joe was shorter than Ray, about my 6'2", with a pale complexion similar to Ray's. Both were wearing boxer shorts when I'd walked in, and I soon stripped down to my boxers. Joe stared at my crotch avidly, comparing it to his brother's, and said: "Holy cow! I know your prick's uncut, but both you and Ray have such big tips that show through the shorts that I'd think you were both cut like me." I saw the outline of Joe's glans clearly through the thin fabric. Earlier that day, Ray had explained Joe's situation to me: None the boys in Ray's family had been circumcised at birth. When years ago Ray's drunken father had driven his car into a concrete wall, killing himself and their mother, uncles and aunts had taken the children in, except for Joe, who was sent to the Saint Ablatio Orphanage, where the nuns firmly believed that foreskins caused masturbation. Any boy arriving intact was circumcised the day after he arrived, and the next day little Joe found himself struggling on the operating table, held down by two husky brothers while the nitrous oxide he inhaled through the mask the nurse had clamped on his face sapped his consciousness. When he awoke, he found that his glans was no longer enclosed in smooth skin, but in a scratchy gauze bandage. Joe recovered from the surgery, but never recovered from the compulsory cutting of his precious prepuce. After he'd left the orphanage years later, Joe and Ray often got together to explore techniques of masturbation, with and without the foreskin. I'd also had some experience at handling pricks different from mine, as some of my jack-off buddies had been clipped. Now Ray led us into his bedroom, where he had stacked half a dozen big bath towels on his queen-size bed. We dropped our shorts and faced each other naked, giving me my first sight of Joe's penis. I compared it to Ray's and noticed it was the same except that Joe's shapely red glans was bare, with a brown scar ring just behind the rim. Joe immediately grasped my long foreskin nipple between two fingers and began rolling it. This made the head slide around inside it as he gently pulled, twisted, and rolled the fleshy sleeve. "Man, that's a nice foreskin, thicker than my brother's," he commented as his fingers worked my prick up to full six-inch hardness. I began squeezing his red helmet between thumb and forefinger, sending shock waves of sensation down his shaft to the root of his prick. "Make your cock-root throb?" I asked. I knew it did, because his prick began to jerk lightly in my hand. I cupped his low-hangers, pressing my fingertips into the flesh behind the sac, and felt the throbs through his skin. "Yeah, it does, feels really nice," he replied as his cock engorged. Within seconds, it was fully hard, standing straight out from his body, and I noted that he had almost seven inches, just like his older brother. Joe continued to twist my foreskin around the swollen head of my erection, while he reached for his brother's cock with the other hand. He began stretching Ray's foreskin away from his body, and as the fleshy sleeve thinned with the tension, the outline of Ray's glans became larger and even more visible. Ray draped an arm over his brother's shoulder, reaching down to twist his right nipple gently. "Like feeling those two cocks, little bro?" he asked, looking down to where my squeezing had brought a drop of clear fluid to part the lips of his brother's slit. Now that Joe's cock was fully hard, I spread the slippery drop in small circles around his slit with a fingertip, noting that the slit was a duplicate of Ray's, long and thin. "Man, I get so turned on by two uncut cocks," Joe replied. "I want to play with them, feel 'em throb, watch 'em shoot." His large hand closed around my shaft, exerting traction to peel the skin back enough to expose my slit. "What say we work on your brother first?" I suggested to Joe. "I know he won't mind both of us handling him." Ray lay down on the bed, and I spread a towel over his torso. His cock lay flat against his stomach, and I picked it up by the end of his foreskin. "Wow! I like the way both your foreskins cover the heads, even when you're hard," Joe said as he sat next to his brother and cupped his balls. Our foreskins were closed in puckers at the end, hiding their swollen heads. I sat on the other side, jiggling Ray's foreskin to excite him further. "Better put a towel under your cock," Ray said to Joe. "You leak even more than me, and I don't want you soaking the bed." Joe wadded another towel and placed it under his groin, where it held his cock and balls up for us to see. "Okay, Joe, let me show you what I do with Ray's cock," I said. "I like to get him all hard first, then I slowly stretch the skin back." I demonstrated by grasping Ray's foreskin between thumb and forefinger, and bringing it back so that the end formed a dime-sized opening that bared the wet, running slit. "Ray's lubing like crazy," Joe commented. "That'll make his prick feel good." I pushed Ray's foreskin forward to close over the end of his glans, then pulled back a bit more this time. The twin lobes of his glans came into view on the underside as the foreskin orifice stretched to the size of a quarter. Joe leaned in to sniff his brother's cock. "I just love the smell of a foreskin," he said. "I bet yours smells as good as Ray's." I continued to exert tension on Ray's hood, stretching it back another millimeter. "This slow stretching really turns him on," I explained. "I'm stretching the nerve endings in his foreskin as well as massaging the head." The deep cleft between the two halves of the corona where they met under the head was clearly visible, as was the gee-string attaching his glans to its fleshy sleeve. "That's the part that's really sensitive," Joe said as he rubbed a fingertip lightly over Ray's thick frenulum. "Just that can make him come." Joe stroked the thick frenulum up and down, then sideways, provoking a load groan from Ray. Now I pushed Ray's fleshy shroud forward again, hiding the swollen glans. "Now I'm going to stretch it a little more," I said as I pulled the foreskin back to uncover most of the head. The edge of his foreskin just covered the flaring rim, and Joe's finger returned to stroking the thick gee-string under the head. I felt Ray's cock jerk in my hand. "Feel his cock jerk?" Joe asked. I know he's really enjoying this." I pushed Ray's hood forward again to engulf the glans totally, then began sliding it back slowly as his cock-eye wept its slippery tears. "Now watch as I pull it all the way back," I said, as I gently stretched the thin skin covering back until it barely covered the corona. "That's nice, watching the skin stretch," Joe commented as I pulled back harder to make the hood ride over the flaring rim and snap down into the deep groove behind it, fully exposing the shapely helmet. "See those tiny bumps on his ridge?" I asked as I held Ray's foreskin back. "They're very sensitive." Joe ran a finger lightly around his brother's lubricated corona, and we heard Ray draw in his breath sharply. "Yeah, mine has the same bumps, but they're dried out and not as sensitive," Joe replied. "Does your cock have those little bumps?" "Yeah, I've got them too," I said. "Now watch this." I pulled back harder on Ray's skin, putting enough tension on the thick gee-string to drag the front of the head down, making it dip towards his balls. "I've done that to him," Joe said. "That can make him come too." I pushed Ray's foreskin up once more, totally engulfing the head. Without my prompting, Joe slipped his index finger into the end of his brother's foreskin, working it gently around the hard glans inside. Ray moaned loudly in response. "Let's see how many ways we can stimulate him before making him come," I suggested. Joe began twisting each of Ray's nipples in turn, then moved his hand down to caress the muscles of his abdomen through the towel. He cupped Ray's tightening scrotum with his other hand, gently kneading the sensitive eggs inside. "You work on his prick," Joe replied. "Ray told me how you had him screaming last week. You really turned him on big-time when you massaged the head with your fingers." I kept Ray's foreskin stretched tightly back and ran my fingertip into his wet lubricated groove, working it down around his corona, strumming his gee-string, then up the other side. "Yeah, Ray's tip is so sensitive just a finger touch can get him off," I replied. Joe had now moved his hand down to caress the insides of Ray's thighs, his fingertips tickling the hairs on the now compact scrotum. A stream of lube poured from Ray's slit. I spread the fresh gush of lubricant over Ray's glans, massaging it into the nerve endings. Now I was working on the hot hard tip with all five fingertips, sending messages of joy flashing down his shaft into the root of his cock. Ray's moaning had changed to a rhythmic "HAH! HAH! HAH!" as the maddening strokes assaulted his senses and his legs began to tremble. "Man, you're really reaching him," Joe said. "He howls like that just before he shoots." I kept massaging the hard wet surface of the glans lightly, keeping the shaft skin tightly back to tense his frenulum and stretch its nerve endings. "See how I'm keeping my fingers moving?" I asked Joe. "That's to avoid tiring out the nerve endings in any one spot. Each second he gets fresh sensations." "Yeah, it's working. I can see how his tip's getting darker now. He's ready for it. He really howls when he blasts off, and I'm sure you heard him last Saturday." Joe cupped Ray's balls again, pressing his fingertips into the tender flesh behind them to feel the throbs of Ray's cock-root. "Good thing most people aren't home Saturday afternoons," I said. "He sounded like he was being tortured." I felt Ray's glans hardening under my fingertips, losing its spongy feel as his excitement neared the brink. Ray was howling steadily now, incapable of coherent speech because the sensations had overwhelmed his consciousness. With both Joe and I stimulating him, he was helpless in our hands, and his howls filled the room. "Any second….." Joe muttered. I pulled back harder on Ray's skin to make the head dip more, and my fingertips danced over his naked tip, caressing the rim, the groove behind it, working down to the tight gee-string, and massaging the front dome of his glans. Now I released the tension on his shaft skin and the head stood straight up, ready to gush. I felt the hard shaft pulse in my hand, and watched a long stream of cream erupt from the lips of his slit to shoot in an arc onto his chest. Ray's helpless agonized screams assaulted our ears as orgasm overwhelmed him. Joe kept kneading his tight scrotum and caressing the insides of his thighs, adding to the sensations. I yanked back on his shaft skin to make the head dip as my fingers massaged its hard sexy contours, sending more sensations into the tortured glans. "He's really gushing," I whispered, barely able to speak because I was caught up vicariously in Ray's climax, knowing exactly what he was experiencing, feeling the hard throbs of his streaming glans in my fingertips, and working to heighten his sensations. I had pressed myself tightly against Ray's side, and I felt his body straining against mine as it shuddered with waves of orgasm. "His eyes are closed," I heard Joe say. "He's really into it, out of this world." Ray's prick continued to shoot and throb in my hands, the dark red tip spitting its white jets into the air, until I saw them weaken, and stopped massaging the nerve endings in the head. I remembered that last time I'd continued after his tip had become super-sensitive, and I didn't want to cause him any distress this time. "His tip gets very sensitive about now," Joe said. "Good thing you stopped." I kept the tension on his gee-string, though, watching Ray's last spurts slow, then turn into a steady ooze as the residue worked its way out of his prick. Now I eased the foreskin forward over the softening glans and let his prick drop into the puddle of cream on the towel. Joe ran a finger up the underside of Ray's prick to milk the last drops from his tube. The end of Ray's foreskin filled with creamy fluid, and he shuddered one last time. He opened his eyes and looked at us in his post-orgasmic daze. He didn't move for a couple of minutes, struggling to recover from his experience. I already knew he didn't drop off to sleep after coming, and Joe and I waited while he roused himself. Finally, he rolled up the towel, braced himself up on one elbow, and said: "Your turn now, Jack." He got up to squat next to me as I lay back, arms and legs outstretched to give the brothers full access to my body. Joe sat on my right, pulling his bunched up towel with him, and I noticed that it was soaked with his lube. Ray sat on my left and grasped my still hard penis between two fingers as he spread a towel over my stomach with his other hand. "Skin him back for me," Joe said. "I want to see the head." Ray's fingers slowly put tension on the hood of my prick, sliding it back to reveal the front dome and the meatus. Joe leaned forward, inhaling my masculine scent, and he smiled with pleasure. "Joe, drip a little of your lube into his skin," Ray said. "Jack doesn't lube as much as we do, and he could use some." Joe shifted his position so that the end of his naked glans was over my foreskin's orifice and milked his urethra to dribble several clear drops into it. Ray pushed my hood forward to spread the lube, then retracted it so that the opening stretched to the size of a quarter. "His slit's different," said Joe. "It's almost round, and you can see inside." He leaned forward and his tongue snaked out to lick at my teardrop shaped meatus, tickling it and making my glans throb. "Taste good, Joe?" asked Ray. Joe looked up at him, smiling. "Now watch this, Joe." He pulled back slightly on my hood and held my prick down toward my stomach to display the underside. "Man, he's got a deep groove underneath, Ray," Joe exclaimed. "His gee-string's not as thick as yours, though. Can you make the head dip the way yours does?" "No, his head doesn't dip when I tug on his skin, but it feels real good for him," Ray replied as he pushed my foreskin forward to recover my glans. "Now watch as I strip it back completely." He gently pulled my foreskin towards the base of my prick, and the brothers watched avidly as the big purple helmet came into view. I sighed in delight as the double sensations of friction between head and hood, and the stretching of the foreskin's nerve endings, filled my hot hard prick and made it throb. Now the edge of my foreskin stretched to its ultimate as it rode over the flaring rim, then snapped down into the deep groove behind it. "His tip's deep purple," Joe observed. "His rim's got that sexy flare too, and I can see the little bumps." Joe touched my corona with his fingertip, producing a delicious tickle in my glans as he cupped my balls with his other hand. "Here, you work his skin up and down a few times," Ray said as he released my penis. The hood remained locked behind my ridge, leaving the head fully exposed, as Joe grasped my shaft behind the rim. He tentatively jiggled my foreskin, making it bunch against the rim, then pulled back to bare the groove. His fingertip explored the deep groove, running down to my hot spot underneath. "Nice purple head," he commented as his fingers pushed my fleshy collar hard against the rim. The tight foreskin stretched as it rode over my rim, then lunged downhill to encase the head completely. Joe moved to drip more lube into the pouting orifice, then began to skin it back again. I felt Ray's hand caressing the insides of my thighs. "Do the same as you do to me," Ray urged. "Slide his skin just over the rim." Joe stripped my hood back until it had cleared the rim, then pushed it forward just enough to cover and compress it, sending a thrill into my nerve endings. Now he pulled back again, the delicious friction making the receptors in my corona sing, then he covered the rim again with the tight ring of sensitive flesh. Ray began to play with my nipples, gently twisting each one, alternating between right and left. Joe's hand, cupping my tight scrotum, began kneading the eggs inside as his fingers pressed into the skin behind them. His fingers jiggled my foreskin faster, covering and baring my corona, and I felt the beginning of the final swelling that precedes orgasm. Ray's caresses along the insides of my thighs added to my sensations, and the deep ache began in my glans. "I can feel the rim's getting harder through the skin," Joe said. "The head's becoming darker too, just like yours when you're ready to come." Joe's fingers picked up their tempo, and I tried to relax to avoid coming too soon. It was futile, as the stimulation was so intense it reached deep into my prick, and I began to groan. Now Ray's caresses were making my legs tremble, and I spread them farther as the sensations mounted. "Work that foreskin, Joe! Make him feel what you can do!" Ray urged. I felt a deep tickle beginning in my glans as Joe's fingers expertly worked my foreskin, and I heard Ray murmur: "Caress and compress, caress and compress…." There was no hope of holding back, primed as I was from playing with Ray's cock, and my last fully conscious thought was of Ray, howling and grunting as the shocks of orgasm had wracked his body. "He's gonna come, he's gonna come," Joe said excitedly as I felt the tickle in my glans change to a heavy tingle, making my cock-root contract. My eyes snapped shut as the little buds in my corona caught fire. A hot torrent poured into my urethra, and I cried out helplessly as it burned its way up my straining, throbbing prick. I felt the sharp tickle as it poured up through my glans, parting the lips of my meatus as it gushed. I heard myself howling somewhere in the distance as the orgasm numbed my mind and I shuddered helplessly. I felt Joe's fingers flying over my prick, stroking it in long, full strokes that swept my hood completely over the head, then all the way back, sending hot friction into my glans to heighten my sensations. Powerful throbs filled my prick as jet after hot jet erupted from the end, showering Joe, Ray, and myself with cream. I was tumbling, utterly lost in the free-fall of orgasm, mindlessly moaning and crying, consumed by the joyful agony in my body. I don't know how long it lasted because time stopped for me. I only knew that I gradually became aware that Joe's fingers had stopped stroking me, and that my throbs were becoming weaker. My gasping breaths returned to normal, and I opened my eyes to see the brothers smiling down at me. "Man, you really were into it," said Joe. "I felt your prick and balls throb, and your tip was shooting cream all over us." "Yes, you were really coming hard, Ray echoed. "I know it was at least as intense as last time." "Oh, with the two of you working on me…." My voice trailed off because my mind was still numb with the shock of orgasm and I couldn't finish my thought. "I thought Joe was going to come too," Ray said. "His cock was so hard and red, and the lube was just flowing out of him." I understood that. For Joe, working on one foreskinned cock, then another, was heaven. The vicarious excitement could easily have sent him over the brink. "Working on that beautiful prick got me so hot…." Joe didn't have to finish the sentence. We both understood, and we knew that it wouldn't take much to send him over the edge when we began stimulating him. His cock, pale shaft contrasting sharply with red tip, was straining, eager for the magic touches that would make it throb and gush uncontrollably. "Lie, back, Joe," Ray said as he pushed his brother flat next to me. I sat up and spread a towel over him, then picked up his rod with my left hand and held it upright. The wet red head glistened in the soft light, coated with the clear slime that had been steadily dripping from his slit. I tested the tightness of his shaft skin, and found that it was tightly stretched, with no slack at all. "I'm going to have to use his lube, Ray," I said. "There's not enough skin even to pull over his rim." I felt comfortable with this, as I'd done it this way to other guys. Holding the shaft in my left hand, I ran a finger around his rim, caressing the little nerve buds, slowly working my way down to the deep cleft under the head where his gee-string had been removed along with the hood, making it appear deeper than Ray's or mine. Still, he shuddered when I pressed a finger into it, proof that not all the nerve endings were gone. Ray cupped his brother's tight sac with one hand while running the other over his chest, stopping to twist each nipple. I cupped Joe's hot red tip between my fingertips and began a sideways stroking, inflaming the nerve endings and making him gasp loudly. Ray moved his free hand down between his thighs, stroking them slowly, working from his ball sac almost to his knee, then up the other thigh. "Feels so gooood…." Joe whispered as the sensations mounted. I squeezed the head several times until Ray said: "Felt his cock-root throb just then." Now I let the head fill completely with blood again, and clamped my left fist tightly around the base of his shaft, constricting the veins. The effect was immediate, the head swelling fully, the rim flaring out, and the color turning to a deeper red. Joe moaned, then sighed, then moaned again, as I twisted my right fist around his hot hard glans. I felt the responsive throb as I massaged his nerve endings, including the little bumps of sensation that studded his flaring corona. I don't think Joe even tried to stay relaxed because his excitement was so fevered that it was uncontrollable. He cried out: "HAHHHH! HAHHHHH! HAHHHHH!" as waves of sensation poured into his straining prick and his body tensed. I saw his eyes close and heard Ray say: "Now! He's going to shoot now!" as I felt Joe's glans throb powerfully in my fist. His shaft jerked as the first white jet erupted from the tip with enough force to send it three feet towards the ceiling. Joe thrashed and cried out helplessly as another powerful jet shot from the slit in his deep red glans. I felt his pulses pounding in my trembling encircling fingers as I stroked him hard to intensify his sensations, gripping his throbbing prick tightly and feeling every shock wave. "It's really intense," I muttered as Joe's body thrashed next to me, his hips bucking hard as he thrust his penis upward through my encircling fingers. Some of his cream had fallen back onto my fingers and I spread the sticky wetness over the throbbing glans, working it in, squeezing hard, making his prick throb again and again as his cries filled the room. Ray and I knew exactly what Joe was feeling, and his excitement was contagious. I felt my penis stir as Joe continued to shoot, and saw Ray's prick begin to swell. Unless Joe stopped coming quickly, we might be joining him in fiery release. The contractions softened, and I stopped stroking Joe's tortured glans, now just squeezing his shaft as the last discharges oozed from his slit. Joe's breathing returned to normal and he opened his eyes. His stare bored deeply into my eyes, and he struggled for words as I leaned over to kiss him on the lips. Then I felt Ray's fingers wrapping around my prick, coaxing the foreskin back onto my now rigid shaft. I let go of Joe's penis and grasped Ray's filled with a mounting urgency. His hot eyes stared into mine. Joe got up on his elbows and watched us stroking each other's pricks, working the hoods back and forth furiously, consumed by our sudden need. We reached across Joe's body to stroke each other, oblivious to anything but our rising passions. The hot tingle in my glans exploded, and I felt myself in spasm, shooting arcs of cream across at Ray as his prick throbbed hard in my hand. I pumped Ray's foreskin as he pumped mine, drawing jet after jet from his engorged glans, our streams flying as we grunted in helpless excitement. My eyes closed as we spurted again and again, releasing our juices in heavy gushes. Finally, after a seemingly endless orgasm, we relaxed, exhausted. Joe was staring at us, understanding our relentless arousal, and happy to have had a front row place to witness our mutual joy. Now the afterglow hit us hard, and we lay down with Joe between us, deliciously tired, sinking rapidly into oblivion, utterly drained, sated, and happy.