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Tight Foreskin Club - Part 3

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by Jackinnm By the time I was fully roused from the after-shock of my orgasm, the others were in two groups against opposite walls of Jerry�s recreation room, talking among themselves. I climbed down from the massage table and joined Andy and Sam, who were the only two who had not released their loads that morning.Both their pricks were erect, pointing up at an angle, and I knew they were primed by their experiences in having made the rest of us come. Sam, whose meaty prick was the largest of the group, had a thick fleshy foreskin that hugged the glans tightly but allowed a view of his slit through the small opening at the end. �I think that it�s payback time,� I said as I pushed a fingertip into the orifice of Sam�s rubbery foreskin. As I began tracing small circles around his well-lubricated slit, he moaned lightly. �Do him next,� suggested Andy. �I can wait.� Andy�s prick was totally shrouded in skin, the tight pucker at the end concealing the head, whose outline was barely visible through the fleshy shroud. Sam climbed onto the table as the others gathered around him. �You want to do the work, or need one of us to take over?� Jerry asked me. �Let him do it if he�s not too tired,� Sam answered for me. �I like the way he handles my dick, and anyway I think he really enjoys it.� Encouraged by his vote of confidence, I picked up his prick with my left hand, holding it upright, while I inserted my finger into his dime-sized foreskin�s orifice. �Like the way I�m doing this?� I asked, not totally sure of what pleased him the most. Sam�s long slit was drooling lubricant, evidence of his arousal as I spread the clear viscous fluid around in small circles. �Oh, yeah, I love it,� he replied. �I might even come if you keep it up. I got really hot feeling your dick jerking in my hand when you shot your load.� Andy, next to me, had begun tickling Sam�s scrotal hairs while pressing his stiff prick against the edge of the padded table, and I saw a drop of lubricant seep from the end of his puckered foreskin. Jerry stood opposite me and began caressing the insides of Sam�s spread thighs. Jim was to my left, leaning over and biting Sam�s nipples gently, keeping his teeth covered by his lips. Mike watched from the end of the table by Sam�s feet, caressing his ankles. Except for Sam and Andy, all of our pricks were limp, totally drained by the morning�s exertions. �Now I�m going to skin you back,� I told Sam,� while I continue to work on the beautiful head.� I drew his hood back to uncover half the glans, working my fingertip in ever-widening circles around the sensitive dome of the head. Sam�s breath was coming faster now as his excitement mounted. �His tip�s about as sensitive as yours,� Mike said from the end of the table. �He can take direct finger action on the head.� �Mine�s too sensitive,� Jerry contributed. �Even if I could get the skin back, I�d jump through the ceiling if you touched the head.� �All us guys who can skin back aren�t as sensitive as Jerry,� Andy said. �Mine�s pretty sensitive, but I wouldn�t jump off the table. You�ll see, if you feel like doing me after Sam blows his load.� �The veins are really standing out along his shaft,� said Jim, who had shifted his grip to begin tugging on Sam�s scrotum, stretching the loose skin down towards Sam�s feet. �Now I�m going to peel you all the way back so we can see what�s underneath.� The outline of Sam�s swollen mushroom was clearly visible even through the thick rubbery foreskin that protected it. As my fingers gently eased back the thick shroud, the rest of Sam�s precious bud came into view. �His head�s the mushroom type,� Andy commented. �It�s as big as yours, and the rim�s as high, but it doesn�t have that flare.� �My skin locks behind the rim when my dick�s hard,� Sam advised. �You can keep it out of the way that way while you work on the head.� My fingers now were caressing the long head, moving from the dome and its weeping eye down to the thick rim, circling it until they reached the hot spot under the head. I moved his prick down towards his stomach to inspect the underside, noting the way both sides of his corona swept forward to form a valley where they met in a thin weld line. The valley was filled with pink flesh that formed a bump under the head. �You�ve got a big thick gee-string,� I commented as I stroked it with my forefinger, knowing that it would make Sam squirm in delight as the rush of sensation poured into its many nerve endings. �Yeah, it�s thick, and if you pull back hard on my skin it�ll pull the head down towards my balls.� I followed his suggestion and tugged firmly on his shaft skin, watching the gee-string tense as it pulled the head down exactly as he�d predicted. The top of his mushroom head became firmer and glossier as the delicate tissue stretched under the tension. �Is that the most sensitive spot on your penis?� I asked, already suspecting the answer. �Yeah, it is; Keep stroking it and you�ll have my load.� �Okay, Sam, try to relax, and I�ll give you a big intense come,� I urged as I continued to work my fingertips around his thick mushroom. �He can�t relax like the rest of us,� Jim said. �This really gets to him and he just tightens up until he spews.� Sam was already tensing, and I saw his stomach muscles contract as the sensations poured into his hard prick. I avoided his gee-string because I wanted him to experience the delicious feeling of anticipation for as long as possible. �I can see that,� I said. �I feel his mushroom head�s already getting harder.� �And it�s getting darker, too,� Jim said. �When he closes his eyes, that means you�ll have his load in about a second.� At that moment, Sam�s eyes closed and he began grunting hard. I was still holding his foreskin back hard, keeping the gee-string tense to stretch its nerve endings, and his mushroom was still dipped towards his scrotum when I felt the first hard throb in my fingers. �HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!� he grunted as the first wave of sensations poured over him. The heavy pounding of orgasm in his cock-root traveled up the shaft and I felt it in my fingers as a thick gush poured from his long gaping slit. There were no paper towels on his stomach, and the white torrent arced down onto his bare flesh to form a pool. �There he blows!� shouted Mike, who had been watching avidly as I�d brought his friend over the brink. Sam�s face was contorted as the next wave hit him like a hurricane, sweeping him along in its delicious agony. His loud grunts filled the room as he spewed another heavy gush distended his slit as it blasted through. I twirled my fingertips around his throbbing mushroom to maintain his momentum. �The head�s really dark,� said Jerry, observing Sam�s heavenly torment from his front-row position. Sam�s throbbing prick spit another thick ropy discharge as it pulsed between my fingers. �You can keep going until he stops shooting,� advised Mike. �Sam�s dick head doesn�t get that sensitive.� I was glad to hear this, and I continued working on him, my fingertips dancing around the surface of the throbbing glans. The many veins in Sam�s prick stood out proudly, filled with blood, as his discharges continued. His legs were trembling and his head rocked from side to side as the mind-numbing orgasm swept through him. �That one wasn�t as strong,� said Andy, with his prick still pressed hard against the side of the table. The end of his tight foreskin was very wet, and I knew it wouldn�t take long to draw forth his orgasm when his turn came. Sam�s thick mushroom head wasn�t spurting as forcefully now, and the jets changed to dribbles as I watched. �That was hot,� commented Jerry, who�d been studying Sam�s orgasm closely from the start. �Sam�s spunk smells like chlorine, and I just love that smell.� I did too, and nodded my agreement. Now I�d stopped massaging his glans and began milking him, beginning at the root of his prick behind his balls. My index fingers pressed into the urethra, bringing the residue forward into the shaft. I worked my fingertip forward, forcing the last drops to seep from his long slit, while Andy laid paper towels under Sam�s softening prick. Sam�s prick lay inert as he sank into the daze that followed his biological storm, and his grunts stopped. �Let�s get that skin forward,� said Jerry as he grasped Sam�s softening penis with two fingers and expertly flicked his foreskin up over the big mushroom head. He held it up while Andy carefully wiped Sam�s stomach to remove the white sticky cream that was cooling in large pools. Jim went out and returned with a wet washcloth, finishing the job by cleaning Sam�s stomach. Sam opened his eyes and said: �Guess I�d better get down and make room for Andy. He�s the only one who hasn�t creamed yet, and he�s been pretty patient.� He swung his legs down and stood beside the table, watching Andy take his place. �If you�re not too tired, I�d like you to do me,� Andy said, looking at me. I nodded assent, and he continued: �Just work my dick with nice long strokes. I�m really excited after all this. Don�t touch the head with your fingers or you�ll make me pop right away. I�d like it to last a minute or two.� I followed his suggestion and grasped his prick with two fingers, thumb on top of the foreskin-covered ridge and index finger underneath, and began sliding his hood slowly. Andy�s prick was thin and tapering, with only a slight outline of the head visible through the skin. I eased it back to expose a small acorn-like glans with a flat rim and a deep red color. The thin slit was leaking profusely, assuring that the foreskin was well lubricated. �That feels very nice, just like I like it,� Andy said. �Just keep doing it like that and I�ll be able to last awhile.� Across from me Jerry had grasped Andy�s tight scrotum and began to stretch it downward towards his feet. Mike had moved in next to Jerry and was caressing the insides of Andy�s thighs. Andy took several deep breaths in response to the combined stimulation. �I�ll keep doing it nice and slow for you,� I said to Andy as I slid his long foreskin gently up and down the small head. �Just don�t use too much pressure or you�ll make me pop too quick,� he said. �That light touch you�re using right now�s just perfect.� I continued with my two-finger massage, carefully moving the foreskin down slowly to clear the glans and groove, and then bringing it back up to form a pucker beyond the end of the red head. Andy lay quietly with a smile on his face, and I saw Sam bend over Andy�s chest and lick his nipples. �Your prick smells nice,� I said as I drew his foreskin down and held it retracted for several seconds, inhaling Andy�s rich masculine odor. �That�s because he�s been seeping lube all morning,� Jerry explained. �He�s accumulated a lot, and the odor�s pretty strong.� Jerry bent over to inhale as I continued to hold Andy�s foreskin down, and when he raised his head I slowly moved it up to re-cover the small glans. Although I was grasping it lightly, the pressure of my index finger underneath forced a large drop of clear fluid from his small slit, and I watched it ooze between the head and the rising ring of foreskin. �Good thing you�re lubing so much,� I commented.� �That thick lube will mask the sensations somewhat, and they won�t be as intense. You�ll last longer that way.� �I know, Jack. If I were dry I�d have come already. I�ve been ready to unload for an hour.� �Your balls are really tight, Andy,� Jerry said as he continued to tug on them. �I can tell you�re very hot.� �Maybe you should stop doing that, Jerry. You�ll make me come too fast.� Jerry released Andy�s scrotum, which snapped up close to his body, encasing his small balls tightly. Mike stopped caressing his thighs, and Sam lifted his head from Andy�s chest. �That�s perfect, guys. Just let Jack slide my skin and I�ll focus on that. I know that�ll be enough to make me come when I�m ready.� He took several deep breaths and Jerry said: �That�s it, Andy. Take deep breaths to help you relax. Just keep your muscles loose and you won�t pop off too soon.� Andy took several more deep breaths as I continued to work his foreskin slowly, in long easy strokes, baring and encasing the small sensitive red head. �You�ve got a thick gee-string too,� I remarked. �It�s not as thick or tight as Sam�s, though. Anyway, it�s not pulling the head down when I skin you back.� �Good thing it�s not,� he replied. �If it was, you�d have made me shoot already.� I continued my long slow strokes, gently easing the foreskin up and down the slick head, knowing that his nerve endings must be tingling by now. I felt him becoming tense despite himself. �I can feel the head getting harder through the foreskin,� I said as I tugged it back down. �It�s gotten redder too,� contributed Jerry as we heard Andy�s breathing become more rapid and shallow. �Want me to stop for a minute?� I asked. �Maybe you can relax a bit.� Andy shook his head from side to side, and I watched his face redden. �Okay, I�ll slow down just a little,� I said, as I saw his stomach muscles begin to ripple. I wanted him to last, and to enjoy the feeling of anticipation before the delicious agony of orgasm overtook him, but my fingers were pushing him inexorably towards the brink. �He just let go a big load of lube,� observed Sam, who had been watching Andy�s penis avidly. As I slid the foreskin up, it formed a cup around his glans, and the cup suddenly filled with clear viscous fluid that coated the head as I slid the foreskin back down. Andy�s breathing became rapid and gasping, and I knew he was climbing towards the peak. I felt the warmth of Andy�s straining prick in my fingers as I kept sliding his foreskin reciprocally, bringing him closer to the moment of truth with every stroke. �I really love to feel a guy�s prick while I�m stroking him,� I said. �It�s a real thrill for me to feel that hot cock get harder, and then throb in my fingers when he comes.� Now Andy was moaning between gasps, and his eyes had closed as he withdrew into himself, totally focused on the sensations in his hot hard prick and its sliding foreskin. �When he starts to come, stop stroking him right away,� Mike advised me. �His dick gets super-sensitive the moment he starts to come, and he�d jump off the table if you kept stroking it.� �Mike�s right, Jack,� added Jerry. �When you feel that first throb, stop right then. He�ll continue to come without any more friction.� �Just pull his skin back when he starts. That way he�ll shoot clear of the skin and we�ll all be able to watch him shoot,� said Sam. �We like to see the head shoot without the skin in the way.� As the words came out of his mouth I felt the first throb in Andy�s prick, a split second before he released a loud moan, and I pulled his foreskin all the way down and held it clear of the head and groove. �AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!� Andy yelled as the first thin stream erupted from his hard red head to fall onto the paper towels Jim had placed on his stomach just a second before. I felt another hard throb in his shaft and watched another jet erupt from the red straining glans. Andy�s fists were clenched tightly as his entire body strained in orgasm, and his heels drummed on the table as another spasm shook him. �Just hold his dick still,� Mike said as Andy�s shaft throbbed again between my fingers and released another hard stream that arced down onto the paper towels. The small tip was dark red, contrasting with the pure white of his discharges, and its wet slick surface gleamed in the light. The odor of chlorine filled the air as Andy�s cock-root contracted again and sent another long ropy jet streaming from his slit. Andy�s body was as rigid as his straining prick, as the full force of his orgasm swept him along, overwhelming his consciousness and making him groan mindlessly with each spasm. He cried out again as yet another eruption streamed from his slit to fall onto the paper towels, and I felt the hard shock of the pulse in my fingertips. He was carried away by the sweet agony of his orgasm, unable to speak, producing only inarticulate grunts and yells. �His prick feels so good,� I exclaimed. I felt another pulse between my fingers and Andy�s prick erupted again, but with less force, spewing a long slow rope of white cream that flowed down his glans onto his shaft and my fingers. �I really love to feel a man�s prick come.� Andy�s next spasm produced only a trickle of almost-clear liquid that flowed down his prick, a sign that his orgasm was ending. I still held the foreskin back to let his fluid flow freely, and watched as a dribble of clear fluid emerged. �He�s out of it now,� Jerry said as we watched Andy�s body begin to relax. �Just hold his dick the way you�re doing because it�s still really sensitive. We�ll clean him up in a couple of minutes.� Andy�s breathing now deepened and became more regular as the tension left his body. His swollen prick still felt hard between my fingers as a slow thin trickle seeped from his slit. �I�ll start milking him at the back,� Jerry said as he insinuated his finger behind Andy�s scrotum, pressing in the force the residual juice forward. As he pressed I saw a thick clear gob flow from Andy�s tip, and I heard Andy take a deep breath despite the daze that paralyzed him. I knew that he was stunned by the after-shock of orgasm, and only dimly aware of what was being done to him. Now Jerry pushed my fingers aside as he continued milking Andy�s softening prick. He held his thumb on to of the shaft while he ran his index fingers up along the underside, expelling the last drops. Jim carefully dabbed at Andy�s slit with a paper towel to remove the residual wetness, and Jerry slowly eased the foreskin forward to protect the precious head. Andy opened his eyes after about a minute of total torpor and smiled at me, saying: �Man, that was nice. You did it just right. The last few seconds, I felt a tickle in the head, and then it turned into a tingle. My whole head was tingling, and then the tingle shot down the shaft and into my balls. It felt like I was bursting inside.� �Did it burn when you shot?� Jerry asked. �It did last time.� �Oh, yeah, it felt like it was burning all the way up my dick. That�s why I yelled so loudly. My dick was on fire, and it almost hurt.� �Last time I did him, he had that sort of intense come.� Jim said. �I did him the same way you did, but I kept the skin over the head while he was coming. That tight skin caught the jets and they came out in dribbles.� �It still felt terrific, dribbles or not,� Andy replied. �Jerry did me the last meeting,� Jim added. �He did the same thing to my skin, kept it over the head so it just dribbled instead of shooting. He pinched the end so the hot cream ran all around the head, like it does when he comes. That felt really nice.� �I was holding only the end of the skin, but I still felt your dick throbbing when you shot,� Jerry said. �I liked watching it this time with the skin back,� Mike said. �Both Sam and I were really turned on by seeing the naked head squirting. That�s really sexy.� �Goes to show,� Sam said, �It don�t matter if you�ve got a big head or a small one. It�s still sensitive, and you can really enjoy coming.� �Man, is it sensitive. When I was younger it bothered me that I didn�t have a big head like Sam�s or yours,� Andy said to me. �I found, though, that when I felt the skin sliding over it, my insides just turned inside-out. I didn�t know where I was, I just kept coming.� �All of us here have sensitive tips,� Jerry told me. �Some are more sensitive than others, but we all really enjoy being stroked.� �Jerry�s is the most sensitive, I think, because his skin don�t go back,� Sam said. �Then next is Andy.. I think his tip�s almost as sensitive as Jerry�s. �You�ve got a big thick gee-string, Sam,� I said. �I noticed that it�s pretty sensitive.� �Some of us are rim-sensitive, and others are most sensitive under the head,� Sam replied to me. �I think you�re more rim-sensitive, because you like to feel the skin kept back and stroking against your rim to bring you off.� �You�re right there, Sam. I like the skin back when I get close because without the skin and the pressure of fingers on it, my helmet really swells. I get turned on watching the naked head swell and turn darker, too.� �We did too,� said Jerry. �We were all watching that big helmet of yours getting bigger, all shiny and hard, and then turning dark purple just before you shot.� �Well, we had a pretty nice morning, Jerry,� said Jim. �Thanks for hosting this meeting.� �Me too,� said several others around the table. We then took turns in the shower and got dressed. I looked forward to the next session.