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Charlie - part VI

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Jackinnm The following day I got a call from Rick, an old friend with whom I�d enjoyed many mutual hand-jobs. He�d moved away, but was in town for a couple of days and I suggested that he come over that evening for a three-way with me and Charlie. Charlie and I were already home when the bell rang. Rick was my age (28) and height, but with a very muscular build. His brown hair and eyes were about the same shade as mine and Charlie�s. After introductions, I led the way into the bedroom, where we doffed our clothes. Rick�s eyes were on Charlie�s crotch, as he�d already seen me many times, and Charlie�s main interest was Rick�s prick, which had a slender shaft topped by a big purple-pink mushroom cap with a dry, leathery texture. Behind the head was a thick brown scar ring. Charlie�s foreskin covered only half of the helmet shaped head, and as soon as Charlie�s prick was visible, Rick asked: �You been cut? �No, I was born with a short skin,� Charlie explained. �It normally covers only half the head, even when soft. I wish I had a long skin like Jack here.� �Jack�s skin covers his head even when he�s hard,� Rick said. �I�d be happy even with a short skin like yours. I didn�t get a choice, though. The doctor did me when I was a few days old.� Rick seemed very tense, even angry, as he said this. �I guess you�re not happy about that,� Charlie offered. �Damn right I�m not,� Rick answered. �Ever since I found out I�d been cut, I felt bad about it because I knew there was something missing from my cock. I always felt that I could never be as masculine as guys who weren�t cut.� �Weren�t a lot of guys cut?� Charlie asked. �That didn�t matter to me. It didn�t console me that lots of other guys were also missing their skins. I always felt incomplete and inferior.� �My wife�s expecting a baby in a few weeks, and we�re not going to get him cut.� Some of the tension seemed to go out of the atmosphere after Charlie had declared this. �Well, cut or not, we�re going to get our rocks off,� I said. Rick brightened up and replied: �Yeah, I�ll love that, but I�ll love it even more if you let me do you both. You know how I love skins.� �That sounds good. Then Jack and I will both work on you to get you off,� Charlie countered. �Okay, Charlie. Suppose I do you first, Jack? Then I�ll do Charlie. Playing with your skins will really get me hot, and then you guys can help me get my rocks off.� I lay on the center of the bed and Charlie and Rick sat on either side of me. Rick�s warm fingers closed around my already half-hard prick. �That feels nice, like always,� I said. �Glad it does, Jack. Charlie�s getting hard and the skin�s already off his head.� �It always does that,� Charlie explained. �Jack�s is long enough to keep the head covered even when he�s really hard.� �I know,� Rick said. �His skin doesn�t come off the head unless I strip it back.� His fingers continued to palpate my prick, gently squeezing the head through the thick hood. �I like to get him good and hard first, then I skin him back, slowly, the way he likes it.� �Rick�s done that to me lots of times,� I said to Charlie. �Playing with my foreskin really gets him off.� �What are you thinking when you play with his skin?� asked Charlie, very perceptively. �I think of how I�d like to have a dick like his. I even pretend it�s my dick, and my skin.� �You�re different from us another way,� Charlie observed. �Our balls are naturally tight, and yours hang low.� �They get tighter when I get excited. You�ll see.� Rick lowered his head and his tongue drilled into my foreskin�s pucker, seeking the slit. �I love the taste of Jack�s dick,� he said to Charlie. This was the 1960s, and nobody worried about �safe sex� or �exchange of bodily fluids.� Now my prick was hard, my big helmet straining against its confining foreskin, eager to get out. Rick�s fingers expertly began teasing back my foreskin a bit at a time, pulling and releasing it, slowly and gradually stretching the nerve endings as it expanded over my big helmet. Charlie was caressing the insides of my thighs as Rick stroked my hardness, adding to my excitement. �With two of you working on me, I don�t think I�ll be able to hold out for long,� I commented, relishing the delicious sensations their fingers poured into me. �Your dick�s about the same length as ours,� Charlie said to Rick. �You don�t have that big vein on the side the way we do, but the head�s bigger than ours.� �It�s two inches wide and two inches long,� I added. �I measured it. It�s a little bigger than ours.� �That�s a big rim you have,� Charlie commented. �It�s a lot higher than the neck of your dick.� �Rick�s got a mushroom shape head,� I said. �His rim�s thicker than ours, but it doesn�t flare out the way ours do.� �Rick�s hard now, although none of us even touched it,� Charlie said as his fingertips teased the hairs on my balls. �I always get hard just playing with Jack�s skin. That really turns me on.� �You�re getting wet, too,� Charlie added. �I guess you juice a lot, like me.� Charlie�s sexy looking six-incher was straight now, purple helmet distended and the pouting teardrop shaped lips parted by a large clear drop. Rick�s eager fingers had been progressively peeling back my hood in stages as we�d spoken, and now the foreskin was most of the way back, its tight orifice clasping my flaring rim. Charlie�s fingers gripped my scrotal skin, tugging gently to heighten my arousal. His other hand clamped around the base of my shaft to constrict the veins. �Now for the finale,� said Rick as he tugged my foreskin back to snap down into the deep groove behind my rim. �Look at that big purple helmet! Just like yours, Charlie.� �Yeah, our slits are the same, too,� Charlie answered. �Yours is different, though.� �Mine�s just a long slit,� Rick responded. �It doesn�t pout the way yours do.� Rick�s slit was nevertheless gaping, the long lips parted by a large drop of lubricant. He bent his head towards my prick and inhaled deeply. �I just love that smell,� he said. �I wish my cock smelled like that.� Now he began a slow pumping of my foreskin, covering and baring the helmet rhythmically, the way he knew I enjoyed. His skilled fingers deftly manipulated my foreskin, sensually caressing the head and stretching the foreskin�s nerve endings with every slow stroke. �I think he needs more lube,� Rick said as he moved up to touch his copiously leaking cock-head to mine and milked his shaft to send a dribble of lubricant flowing over my helmet. Charlie got to his knees and held his bulging tip over mine as it drooled lubricant onto my tender surface. Rick�s fingers stroked my foreskin up smoothly to spread the viscous liquid evenly over the helmet. Aaaaahhhhhh,� I moaned, my excitement rising as Rick�s warm loving fingers worked their magic on my straining prick. Charlie kept up a steady gentle tugging on my scrotum, adding to my arousal. �I�m going to get a towel,� Charlie said as he released my sac. He returned from the bathroom and draped a towel on my chest and stomach. �We�ll need that towel,� Rick said. �Jack really shoots a load when he comes.� �Don�t I know it,� Charlie answered as his fingers resumed tugging on my scrotum. �I�ve watched him unload a few times, and when he came in my mouth he almost drowned me.� �I�ve sucked Jack a few times too, but this time I want to watch him shoot. He�s getting closer now, so I�m going to change my stroke.� Rick dragged my foreskin all the way back to clear the head, and then began bumping my rim with it.� �He likes it when I bump his rim,� he explained to Charlie. �That stretches the nerves in his skin and hits the ones in his rim too. If I do it just right, he�ll get hotter but won�t come too fast.� �Oh, I know he loves it being kept on the edge,� Charlie replied. �I like it too, just about to come, but not quite. That�s really hot.� �See his tip getting darker?� Rick asked. �It�s really hard and smooth now.� �I can feel his balls getting even tighter,� Charlie commented. One hand was stretching my sac while his other continued clamping the base of my shaft. �You�ve got his veins blocked off,� Rick said. �That helps make the head bigger. He�s really close now.� Rick was right. I felt myself withdrawing from the outside world as my perceptions shrank to encompass mainly the delicious sensations in my groin. My eyes closed as Rick spoke again: �See his legs now? They�re shaking a bit. He won�t be able to hold off for much longer.� The shocks against the base of my glans continued as did the delicious stretching as Rick�s fingers pulled back on my foreskin. �I�ve done him enough so I know the exact finger pressure that gets him off,� he explained to Charlie. �I know that he�ll be starting to come any second, and when he does, I�m going to use long strokes, pulling his skin all the way over the head.� �His tip must be tingling about now,� Charlie said. I nodded, but did not speak as I was too absorbed in the delicious sensations pervading my rock-hard prick. �I just love the shape of that head, that slit,� Rick said as he continued to stroke me, each bump against my rim driving me closer to the edge. �I�m going to love watching him shoot.� His fingers tightened marginally around my fleshy hood, stretching it back until my tip tingled, and when he brought his hand forward to nudge my inflamed cock-rim with the thick foreskin, my world exploded. A sharp throb filled my helmet and then rippled down my shaft, and I felt the heavy pounding of orgasm begin in my cock-root. A burning jet shot up my shaft and exploded from my slit as Rick�s hand swept my foreskin up to envelop the head. Hot sensations filled my helmet, thrilling me and making my cock-root contract again as I cried out helplessly. My entire body tightened as the second jet coursed through my shaft, overwhelming me with sensation. My entire world was in my cock, and I felt the sharp tickle as the hot liquid rounded the bend to go up into the head, and the slight stretching of my cock-lips as the surge of cream shot into the air. �Look at him shoot!� Rick exclaimed, my numbed mind barely registering his words. His fist snapped my foreskin back down off the throbbing head, stretching it tightly back behind the rim, and my body convulsed again, sending another gush pouring through my tortured prick. I was crying and sobbing, helpless in his hands, as my cock-root throbbed again. I felt the delicious friction exciting me as Rick�s nimble fingers pulled my foreskin along the length of the swollen head again, making me cry out as another spasm wrenched my cock-root. Now I felt my foreskin drawn all the way back, Rick�s fingers clamping it tightly behind my rim, as another jet hurtled up my shaft. �His tip�s must be getting kinda sensitive by now,� he commented. �I�m just going to keep the skin stretched back. That�ll be enough to finish his orgasm.� �You really made him cream,� Charlie added. �He�s still out of it.� I was still experiencing contractions deep inside me, although the spasms were weaker now. �See, he�s just dribbling now,� Rick said. �When he was coming hard, I could feel the head throbbing through the skin.� �I did too when I made him come last time. His head was pretty dark when he exploded.� My orgasm was tapering off, and I felt myself beginning to relax. A few hot drops continued to crawl up my shaft, seeping from my slit, but the main event was over. Rick milked the remaining drops from my shaft and pulled my foreskin forward to cover and protect the head. �Okay, let me start on you while Jack�s still relaxing,� Rick said. �Just lie down next to him and I�ll give you relief.� I was still lying with my eyes closed, but I shifted my body to give Rick and Charlie some room. Rick bent low to inhale deeply, his nose inches from Charlie�s hard prick. �I love the way you smell, like a real man,� he said. �I wish I smelled like that.� �Jack and I love the smell of dick too,� Charlie answered as Rick gripped his prick around the shaft. �How do you like it?� Rick asked. �I don�t think your skin goes all the way over the head, does it?� �No, it�s too short for that. You can get it up over the rim, though. That�s fine, because the rim�s the really sensitive part.� �I saw that the front half of your head�s always exposed,� Rick said. �I can see why that�s not as sensitive as your rim.� �Jack�s tip is more sensitive than mine because all of it stays covered.� I opened my eyes to see Rick�s fingers urging Charlie�s hood up over the flaring rim, rubbing and compressing the nerve endings of his tender flesh. �Hey, wait for me!� I exclaimed, wanting to be part of the action. I got into position and began caressing the insides of Charlie�s thighs with one hand, the other tickling his scrotal hairs as I knew he enjoyed that as well. �Do it faster, I can�t wait!� Charlie urged Rick as he spread his arms and legs wide. I cupped his balls as I saw Rick�s fist pumping Charlie�s short foreskin faster, slamming it into his purple rim and crushing the nerve endings. I quickly spread the towel over Charlie�s body with one hand as I continued to cup his balls. �He�s all hot and bothered from watching you come,� said Rick as he pumped Charlie�s foreskin rapidly. �See, the head�s already getting darker.� �I see it,� I said as I grasped Charlie�s scrotum and began tugging, stretching the nerve-studded tissues to heighten his excitement. �He�s got a helmet head just like yours,� Rick said as he lovingly stroked Charlie�s foreskin, avidly pumping it to bring him to the peak. At the same time he bent over to lap at the tip of Charlie�s helmet, eagerly tasting the seeping cock-honey. �He�s very wet,� I commented. �All that lube might make you lose your grip on his skin.� �What then?� Rick asked. �Hold on as long as you can, but if the skin gets too slippery just hold his shaft tight and run your fingertips all around the head. He�ll get off on that.� As I spoke I saw Charlie�s foreskin slipping wetly from Rick�s grasp. �Got it!� Rick said as he clamped his fist around the base of Charlie�s shaft, constricting the veins as he�d done to me, and the fingertips of his left hand began their erotic dance over Charlie�s sensitive helmet. �I can feel how hard he is,� Rick said as his fingertips caressed the broad upper surface of Charlie�s engorged helmet. �His tip�s really dark now, just like yours was.� Charlie was moaning as the intense sensations flooded into his body, and I saw his eyes close. His jaw clenched as the unfamiliar fingers swept over the contours of his straining purple helmet, sending ripples of sensation into him. Charlie�s cock-head was wet with slippery lubricant, easing the action of Rick�s fingertips. Now his stomach muscles tightened and his legs began to tremble. �Try to stay relaxed, Charlie,� I urged as I saw his excitement mounting exponentially. Rick�s flying fingertips danced over the hot hard surface of his helmet, sweeping around the flaring rim and its back-face, and now dipping into the deep groove behind it, stimulating the nerve endings. Now Rick�s thumb swept around the top of the rim while he pressed his other fingers into the deep triangular groove under the head to trigger his climax. Charlie moaned loudly, wailing as he lost control and the hot sensations overwhelmed him. �HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!� Charlie grunted as the first shock wave of orgasm hit him. Rick and I both saw the rampant prick jerk sharply in his fingers. A long white stream surged from his swollen helmet to arc in the air before falling back onto the towel. His hips bucked as he tried to thrust his straining prick through Rick�s fingers. He moaned loudly and helplessly as another spasm shook his body, his ejaculation soaring high before dropping onto the cloth. Rick and I stared avidly at the magic of Charlie�s penile spasms, each sharp contraction sending waves of pleasure through his body as another heavy spurt of creamy fluid erupted from his helmet. My fingertips pressed into the tender flesh behind his balls, feeling each throb of the violent orgasm. �I can feel the head throbbing,� Rick muttered as he continued to caress the swollen, straining cock-head. Another gush poured from Charlie�s distended teardrop slit, falling back onto Rick�s fingers. Rick spread the thick cream over the swollen contours of Charlie�s pounding glans, attacking the nerve endings to produce another hot spasm. I saw that Rick�s cock was hot and hard, with a steady drool of lubricant seeping from the long slit. �He might be getting too sensitive,� Rick said as he removed his fingers from Charlie�s still throbbing tip. His fist maintained its grip on the shaft, keeping the taut skin drawn tightly back to stretch its nerve endings. Charlie was still pulsing, and drops continued to ooze from the swollen purple helmet. We watched Charlie�s biological storm play itself out, his muscles relaxing as the tension left his body. We sat back satisfied that we�d given him the hottest orgasm possible, silently staring as his cock lay softening on the towel, the head dipping into a pool of cream. It took several minutes for him to recover, and I knew that Rick was very excited and urgently needing relief. Wordlessly I pushed him flat on the bed next to Charlie, and began tickling his scrotal hairs. His big mushroom was dripping lubricant, and I leaned over to lap at the long slit. �I love the taste of your cock-eye�s tears,� I said as I rolled a drop of the viscous and salty liquid around my mouth. Now I began spreading it over the head with a fingertip. I traced small circles around the seeping slit with one fingertip as Charlie opened his eyes to take in the scene. He took the towel from his stomach and spread it over Rick, and then pushed his legs apart to gain access to his scrotum, leaving me to concentrate on the cock. �I guess you want to stroke him, right?� Charlie asked as he caressed the insides of Rick�s thighs. �Yeah, I know just how he likes it,� I replied. �I�ve got to get him all lubed up and then work on the head and neck of his cock. Without foreskin, he needs lots of lube.� �I�m so hot�� Rick moaned as I wrapped my fingers around his hard prick and began delivering a deep and satisfying friction to the head and shaft. The natural lubricant smoothed the tiny wrinkles of Rick�s leathery head. At first, I used long strokes to spread the lubricant evenly over his prick, but then began concentrating on the front end, the head and the skin immediately behind it ahead of the scar. �His tip�s so swollen, does it get darker like ours?� Charlie asked. �Oh, yes it does. Just watch while I give him that twisting action he likes so much. Just watch. His big mushroom�s really a handful.� I began rotating my fist with each stroke, giving Rick the sideways friction against the head and rim that I knew hit the nerve endings hard. His body stiffened suddenly as the sharp sensations poured into him, and the flow from his slit increased. �I see it. It�s getting darker, and his balls are tightening,� Charlie said as he continued to caress Rick�s scrotum. Now he changed his tactic, grasping the skin and tugging in the way that had stimulated me. �Man, he�s got a big tip.� �I�m keeping a loose grip,� I explained. �Just enough to give him friction, but not enough to squeeze the blood from the head.� �That mushroom tip�s so big�.� Charlie observed as I continued to caress it, working my fist up and down with a twisting motion. �I can feel it getting harder,� I said. �I know he�s not going to last long.� �I know I won�t,� Rick replied. �I�m so hot from playing with your foreskins�..� His body became tense, and I saw his stomach muscles tighten and his eyes close. �Now I�m going to stroke him faster,� I said as I stepped up my pace. I felt the heat from the friction against my palm and fingers as my fist flew and twisted over the engorged mushroom cap, bringing Rick relentlessly to the brink. Rick�s legs shook a few times, and he moaned loudly. I saw that his balls were drawn up tightly against his body, resisting the pull of Charlie�s fingers as his excitement mounted. Rick�s loud wail filled the room as I felt the hard pulsing of his prick in my fingers. I saw the long lips of the slit at the end of his cock-head spread as the first hot creamy gush erupted from between them. His cock-head�s intense throbbing hammered against my hot encircling fingers. Rick grunted loudly and his body quivered as the second spasm shook him and another jet rolled from his slit. �He�s not shooting, just pouring it out,� said Charlie. �That�s because his slit�s so long. A tight hole builds up pressure, but with Rick�s long slit, the cream just rolls out,� I answered. Rick�s straining cock-head pulsed against my fingers again, and another white stream poured from his slit, mixing with the lubricant that already coated his head. His body as on automatic now, mindlessly pouring out its juices, his mind numbed and oblivious to anything but the hot hard spasms that wracked his body. I kept up the intense friction, knowing that this would draw forth more spasms from his body, and was rewarded by another hard throb in his shaft and mushroom. Another gush poured from his dark purple tip to drench my encircling fingers. Although his pulses were now weaker, I kept up the steady rhythm on his straining cock. �Isn�t his tip getting too sensitive?� Charlie asked. �Maybe you should let up.� �His tip isn�t all that sensitive,� I explained as I continued my stroking along the length of his throbbing cock. �He needs this steady stroking to drain himself.� Rick�s cock continued to gush as I caressed the nerve endings in his tip and shaft, although the pulses were weakening. The gushes had slowed to a steady dribble, and when the dribble became an ooze I stopped. I felt Rick�s tip begin to soften between my fingers, regaining its sponginess as his erection subsided. His body relaxed and his breathing slowed. Charlie grasped Rick�s shaft, milking it as he pressed his fingertips under Rick�s balls to push out the last drops. I saw Rick open his eyes, despite the daze of the after-shock, and stare at me. He reached for me with one hand, bringing me down to kiss me lightly on the lips. �That was perfect,� he said. �First I get off a couple of hot guys with foreskins. Then you two got me off, and you really drained my balls.� By this time, Charlie had wiped Rick�s cock and wadded up the towel. �Let�s get into the shower,� I suggested. �I know we could use one.� It was a tight fit in the shower stall, but we managed to squeeze in together. The sensual feel of the hot water running over our bodies was relaxing, especially after our exertions. �I need to pee,� said Charlie. �That bother you, Rick?� he asked. �Hell, no! I have to go myself. Jack and I always peed in the shower after we got our rocks off. That flushed us out really good.� I saw the thick yellow stream start from the end of Rick�s big mushroom head, a wide stream that twisted in the air as it dropped down to the shower floor. A moment later Charlie�s stream began, pouring from the exposed front of his helmet. �Jack�s dick needs to be skinned back,� said Rick. �Once the hot water hits it, he�ll let go like the rest of us.� His fingers expertly grasped my long tight foreskin, drawing it back behind the rim. The sudden shock of hot water sluicing over my helmet stimulated my reflex, and my thick yellow stream joined theirs. �Ever notice how small Jack�s tip is when you first skin it back?� Rick asked. �That long tight skin keeps it compressed, but once it�s back the head starts to swell, like it�s doing now.� We looked down to see my helmet swell, blossoming out fully without the confining hood restraining it, until it was the same size as Charlie�s. After we�d drained ourselves we soaped each other, slowly and lovingly, enjoying the slippery caresses, and then rinsed off. We dried ourselves and went off to sleep, three in the bed. September, 2003- almost 40 years later: Charlie and I had not seen each other since that time, but we�d kept in touch. His wife had passed away several years earlier, he had not remarried, and his son was grown and lived far away, with a family of his own. He�d started his own business years ago, and was his own boss, able to choose his free time when he wished. Rick and I also had not seen each other, and when he phoned to tell me he had just retired, I suggested we get together. I phoned Charlie, who eagerly agreed, and the following week I picked Charlie up at the airport. Rick was driving in and would arrive the next day. Charlie had aged, and his once brown hair was white like mine. We�d both gained weight, having lost the slenderness of youth. We both wore trifocals now resigned to the aging process but glad we were still alive and healthy. Once inside my house, we undressed eagerly, as we had in the past. Charlie seemed particularly eager to get his clothes off, and when he dropped his boxers I saw why. His proud helmet head was completely hidden inside a long drooping foreskin, but the bulge of its outline was unmistakable. Before I could inquire, he began explaining: �Remember how I used to tape my skin shut to keep the head covered? Well, after a few years this constant stretching made the skin longer, and the head was completely covered without the tape. I was really happy about this, and decided to keep it taped up to put more stretch on the skin. Then I got the idea to put a big marble inside the skin to put more tension on it, and now I�ve got a long nipple, just like yours.� �That�s wonderful,� I said, overjoyed that he�d been able to obtain more length, as I knew that shortness of his foreskin had bothered him in the past because it left the front dome of his helmet bared and unprotected. �Is it more sensitive now?� �Oh, yeah!� he exclaimed. �The rim was always sensitive, but now the front end is too. Look at how shiny it is now.� He quickly drew back the long hood to reveal a glossy front dome that began to swell once it was released from the constriction of the foreskin. �I really like that,� I said. I grasped his shaft and began moving the skin gently, testing how easily it slid back and forth. His cock began to harden and he grasped mine in response. I hadn�t felt the touch of his fingers in almost four decades, and soon my prick was straining eagerly, big purple helmet standing out proudly as he draw the thick fleshy cover behind its rim. �Yours covers the head even now, when you�re hard,� I said as I drew his foreskin fully up over the swollen purple helmet and released it. It remained in place until I pulled it back, where it locked behind his high flaring rim just as mine did. �We�re both hot as pistols,� he said. �I think we really need relief. I haven�t had an orgasm in a week.� �Neither have I, but I was thinking that it might be best if we waited for Rick tomorrow. I think it�ll be really hot if we drop our loads together.� Charlie didn�t hesitate, and spoke up quickly: �You�re right. I�d really like to have a hot come with you now, but I know it�ll be more exciting tomorrow, when we can do it three-way.� We went out for dinner, and turned in early, wanting to be fully rested for what promised to be a very exciting day. The bell rang in the middle of the afternoon, and we both went to the door. Rick was still recognizable, despite his years. His thick brown hair had faded to white, although he still had a full head. The waist of his athletic figure had thickened, but he still looked very good. �I just retired this year,� he said with a smile. �How about you guys?� �Me too,� I replied. �I�ll be retiring in a couple of years,� Charlie replied. �I�m a couple of years younger than you.� �I�ve got a real surprise for both of you,� Rick said as we moved into the bedroom. Charlie and I were fully dressed, although it was clear that we�d all soon be naked. We began stripping down, although Rick seemed to be in an unusual hurry. In fact, he was totally naked before Charlie and I had removed our shorts, and we stared intently at his crotch. His big-headed cock dangled in front of his long loose scrotum, but the mushroom tip was shrouded by a sleeve of skin that ended in a long loose nipple. Charlie and I were speechless, and Rick began to explain: �You know how I always felt bad about having been clipped when I was a baby. Well, during the 1980s, I heard of something new, foreskin restoration by stretching the skin of the shaft. Before that, I�d thought the only way to get a new skin was by plastic surgery, and I didn�t want some doctor doing more cutting on my penis. I got in touch with an organization that promoted stretching, and they told me how to do it. I used tape to keep the remaining shaft skin stretched over the head, and this made the skin expand. After a few months, I noticed that the skin on my shaft wasn�t as tight anymore, and even with a hard-on I could pull it part-way over the head. I kept it up, and after about four years I had enough skin to cover the head when limp. A couple more years, and I�d stretched it out to where I am now, with a real overhang, just like Jack�s cock.� �That�s amazing,� I said. �I remember how you were cut so tight, and now you�ve got as much foreskin as I do. You really did a nice job stretching. It�s a miracle. Now I think Charlie has something to show you.� Charlie and I dropped our drawers, as we both knew that Rick would notice the change in Charlie�s prick. It took a few seconds to register, but Rick moved closer to inspect Charlie�s prick. �Hey, you�ve got a nice long foreskin now. Did you stretch like I did?� �Yeah, you remember that I used to tape the end shut over the head. I kept on doing it and my skin stretched too. Now the whole head�s covered, and it�s probably as sensitive as Jack�s tip.� �You can say that again!� Rick exclaimed. �I know mine�s gotten more sensitive. I know the sensitivity gain�s real, and not all in my head.� �How can you be sure?� asked Charlie. �Because one night, months after I�d started keeping the skin taped over the head, the tape came loose in bed. I was only half awake, but when my tip touched the sheet I felt a feeling of tenderness, a sort of scraping feeling as the cloth touched the tip. Remember, I�d been clipped when I was less than a week old, and my tip had been constantly rubbing against cloth all my life and I didn�t have this feeling. By comparison, it seemed numb. Now suddenly I felt like it was alive, in a way I�d never felt before.� �Did you use a marble inside your skin to get more stretch?� Charlie asked. �That�s exactly what I did after the skin covered the head. I needed more bulk to put tension on the skin, and I used a marble, and then a foam cone I made myself, to get the skin stretched way out.� �That�s pretty convincing, Rick. Let�s see what the head looks like now.� We sat on the bed facing each other, legs intertwined, to bring our crotches within each other�s reach. The outline of Rick�s big mushroom head was clearly visible through the thick skin, a promise of what was about to appear. I grasped his big-headed cock by its slender shaft between two fingers, slowly drawing back the ample foreskin, watching as the nipple expanded over the big mushroom, until it locked behind his high rim to form a thick fleshy collar like mine. �That�s really beautiful,� I said thoughtfully. �The head used to be dry and leathery, but now it�s wet and smooth, like mine.� Rick reached for Charlie�s foreskin, slowly uncovering the head until it locked behind his high flaring rim. �Rick�s tip is a nice shade of purple now. Remember it used to be more pink?� Charlie asked. �Yeah, I remember. It looks a lot better now. I�m sure it�s more fun to play with.� Rick�s cock was rapidly swelling in my hand, and I slipped his long thick hood forward again catching a drop of cock-honey that had begun to drip from his long-lipped slit. �I get even more juice than I used to, guys. That really makes it fun.� I leaned forward to smell Rick�s foreskin. �That�s really nice,� I said. �I love that odor.� �I like it too, now that I smell like a real man. My dick didn�t smell like anything before. Now it smells like yours.� The aroma of Rick�s proud penis was arousing. Although �safe sex� was now almost part of our daily vocabulary, I didn�t hesitate more than a moment before shifting my body and leaning forward to drill my tongue-tip straight into Rick�s thick foreskin pucker. I felt his heavy tip throb against my tongue as I probed his slit, my tongue-tip parting the long lips to taste the inside of his channel. His thick lubricating fluid was salty and viscous against my tongue, and I heard him sigh deeply as I tasted his nectar. Charlie�s hand was between my thighs, slowly drawing my hood back from the swelling head. Our bodies formed a tangle on the bed as I felt Charlie�s tongue running around my flaring rim, tracing its outline before descending into the groove behind it. Rick had shifted until Charlie�s prick was inches from his face, and he grasped the thick prick in one fist, drawing the foreskin forward until it formed a pucker in front of the helmet. His tongue probed into the fleshy shroud, caressing the sensitive nerve endings, bringing Charlie to full erection. We lay there exploring each other�s sacred male flesh with our tongues and fingers, sighing and moaning, reveling in the delightful sensations we were receiving. Rick�s scrotum had drawn up against his body, and I knew he was the most excited of all. I broke away and sat up. �Let�s get this organized,� I said. �We�re all turned on by each other�s pricks, and we�re going to enjoy blowing our loads this afternoon. Let�s decide who goes first, so the others can help and watch.� �That�s always nice, doing it to each other,� Rick replied. �I just love to make a man come, so I can watch his cock shoot and feel it throb in my hand. Your cocks really turn me on.� �Now that Rick�s got a new dick, maybe we should work on it first. I know his dick will appreciate the attention,� I said. �That�s a plan. My new skin will love the attention,� Rick replied. �Then we might work on your new skin, Charlie. That okay with you, Jack?� �Whatever you guys like,� I replied agreeably. �I know I�m going to enjoy playing with both your pricks and foreskins. Since you want to go first, Rick, just lie down and we�ll take care of you.� Rick stretched himself out between Charlie and me, and I picked up his prick with two fingers, holding it by the head through the thick hood. Charlie went into the bathroom, returning with a towel that he draped over Rick�s torso. �Spread your legs a bit,� Charlie said as he eased down next to him. Rick opened his legs to let Charlie�s hand slide between his thighs, slowly caressing them as he worked his way up towards the scrotum. I jiggled Rick�s long thick foreskin, testing its suppleness, and easing it back along the big mushroom head. �Slides easy,� I commented, as I moved the hood over the big smooth head, sliding it to caress the sensitive nerve endings. �No, it�s not tight like yours,� Rick replied as I continued to work his foreskin rhythmically up and down the length of his tip. Charlie tickled Rick�s scrotal hairs for a minute, and then cupped his balls, kneading them gently as their wrinkled sac tightened against Rick�s body. �I�m going to do this nice and easy,� I said. �I know a long slow build-up gives a better orgasm, and I want you to have a really hot one with your new foreskin.� �That�s what�s so exciting about this, Jack. You stroked my prick before, but now there�s a real foreskin on it, and I�m really enjoying the feeling.� �I�m enjoying it too,� I replied. �I always loved to get your prick hard and make it shoot so I could watch the cream pour out of it, but now I know it�s even more sensitive, and that gives me a thrill too.� �Can we switch places?� Charlie asked me. �I�d like to get my hand around that big head and skin too.� I nodded and released Rick�s penis, letting it flop down onto his stomach, while I cupped his balls. Charlie�s fingers closed around the big foreskin-covered head and began sliding the supple covering up and down. Ooooohhhh, that feels so good, with both you guys working on me,� Rick moaned. �First you, then Charlie. I can tell you guys are really into my new skin.� �We love the feel of your skin, Rick,� said Charlie as he lovingly worked Rick�s foreskin along the head and back. �I love the way it slides, all the way up and all the way back.� Rick sighed deeply at the torrent of delicious sensations pouring into his hard aroused prick, and we watched his excitement mount. �See if the foreskin locks behind his rim now,� I urged Charlie. �It�s looser than mine, but his ridge is higher, so it might lock tight like mine.� Charlie�s fingers pulled Rick�s long foreskin back along the head until it snapped into the deep groove behind the rim. When he let go, the thick fleshy collar stayed in place. Rick�s glossy wet mushroom glistened in the soft room light, standing out proudly above the encircling flesh. �The skin�s around the neck of his dick like a scarf,� Charlie commented. �It�s thicker than the head. His head�s thicker than ours, too. The shaft�s skinnier than ours, and that makes the head really stand out.� As he spoke, he ran a finger experimentally around the rounded rim, making Rick draw in his breath sharply. �WOW! I felt that,� he said. �My head�s really sensitive.� Charlie eased the thick foreskin forward, making it bump over the rim, then pushed it downhill to the end of the head to form a thick pucker. He pushed his tongue-tip into the opening, and I saw the bulge it made as Charlie drove it deeply into Rick�s foreskin to caress the ridge. Rick�s body stiffened, and I cautioned Charlie: �Watch it, he might come too soon.� Charlie removed his mouth and resumed stroking the long foreskin, slowly and lovingly, while Rick drew a few deep breaths. �Oh, you guys are driving me wild,� he said. �You really know how to give me a thrill.� �Just let us know how you�re doing, Rick. It�s your show now.� Charlie kept up the back and forth stimulation as he spoke, but was careful to keep his strokes slow. �How do you want to finish, Rick, with my hand or Charlie�s on your prick?� �Either way. I know I�m going to blow my load hard with either of you doing me.� �Okay, you might as well finish him off, Charlie,� I said. �Just keep pumping his skin nice and slow until he can�t hold back anymore.� �Watch it when I start coming, though,� Rick cautioned. �Nowadays my tip gets extra sensitive, just like yours, when I�m about half through.� �Okay, Rick, I�ll be careful. Want me to speed up, go slower? How is it for you now?� I was still gently kneading Rick�s scrotum, tenderly palpating his balls, while I caressed the insides of his thighs with my other hand. �Go a little slower now,� Rick replied. �I know I�m getting close, and I�d like it to last a little longer.� Charlie slowed his strokes further, and we both watched avidly as the big purple mushroom appeared and then sank from view inside Rick�s magical foreskin. His long slit was seeping a steady flow of clear lube, and the odor of hot cock-juice filled the air. �Want me to do you the way we do Jack?� Charlie asked. �Pump you for awhile, and then keep you skinned back until you start to come, and then pump your skin over the head?� �Oh, yeah, that would be perfect,� Rick whispered. I could tell he was beginning to withdraw into himself as his excitement approached the peak, and soon his consciousness would be dulled by the rush of sensations. �His tip�s really getting dark,� Charlie commented as he drew the foreskin down to bare Rick�s magic mushroom again. �It feels harder through the skin, too.� His fingers continued to manipulate Rick�s foreskin, now drawing back farther to stretch its many nerve endings. Rick�s cock-nectar flowed freely over the big glossy head, and ran down over the foreskin and Charlie�s tenderly encircling fingers. �Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh�.� Rick moaned as his stomach muscles tightened and his legs began to tremble. I saw that Charlie was moving the thick foreskin very slowly over the engorged head, trying to make it last for Rick, but Rick was slowly and inexorably slipping towards the brink. Charlie pulled the heavy foreskin back, stretching the tissues and baring the glossy purple mushroom. Rick�s eyes closed and I pressed my fingertips into the tender flesh behind his balls, wanting to feel the hard throbs of his orgasm when he let go. �His tip�s really hard now,� Charlie whispered to me, not wanting to disturb Rick�s reverie. Charlie began touching Rick�s cock-rim tenderly and delicately, sending ripples of sensation down his shaft. Rick�s jaw was clenched, and his entire body tightened up as Charlie�s stroking fingers drove him lovingly over the edge. �HAAAAAAAHHHH!� he cried out as I felt a hard pulse against my fingertips behind his sac. I saw Charlie pump the skin up and then yank the thick hood back off the head, freeing it so that we could watch the first hot white rope of cream pour from Rick�s straining mushroom. The long lips of his slit snapped open as the torrent of cream slammed through them to wash over his tip. �He�s still just leaking his cream,� Charlie commented. �I guess with that big slit it doesn�t build up and pressure.� �He�s feeling it, though. His cock-root�s throbbing hard.� I felt another throb and Rick�s prick gushed again, sending its hot torrent to fall back onto Charlie�s clasping fingers. Charlie pumped the heavy foreskin over the swollen head, bringing forth another wet spasm that propelled its stream from Rick�s slit, adding to the lubricant that already coated the big head. He quickly drew the skin back and swiped his fingertips over the head�s sensitive surfaces, making Rick�s body strain even more as he cried out helplessly. �He�s really coming,� Charlie commented as Rick�s body went into another spasm. He kept Rick�s foreskin back as he ran his fingertips over the sensitive flesh of his mushroom again, making Rick cream with joyful agony as the lances of sensation bit deeply into his throbbing tip. �I think he might be getting too sensitive,� I cautioned, and Charlie stopped wiping his fingertips over the turgid glans and just kept the foreskin drawn back tautly. We saw Rick�s long slit open again and again, but the gushes were becoming weaker now, and we know that he was on the downhill slope. The tension gradually left his body as the gushes turned to slow oozing. The liquid flowing from his tip was no longer milky, but clear, and we knew that he�d drained his tanks. Rick�s breathing slowed as his body relaxed, and we watched him slip into the heavy daze that inevitably follows the release. I pressed my fingertips into the tube behind his balls, forcing the residue forward, while Charlie milked his thin shaft. The droplets oozed out onto the towel, and Charlie finished by sliding the thick hood forward over the softening head. �Let�s just let him lie there until he recovers,� Charlie suggested. �I�m for that. We�re in no hurry, are we?� I grinned as I spoke. Charlie grinned back as he reached down to squeeze my shaft. I grasped his hard prick lightly between two fingers, keeping the long foreskin over the head. �I�d love to make your dick shoot. It�s been such a long time.� Charlie�s fingers lovingly jiggled my foreskin, maintaining my excitement. I leaned over to push my face closer to his prick, inhaling deeply. �It�s been such a long time since I smelled your lovely prick,� I said. �Now that you�re got a long foreskin, we�re going to give you a really hot climax with it.� �I was thinking about that while I was doing Rick,� he said. �I was thinking about your fingers giving me those nice long strokes like I used to give you.� �Think about Rick�s fingers giving you what you just gave him. How�d you like his fingertips stroking your rim?� I felt his prick throb between my fingers as I spoke. �I�d love to do that,� Rick�s voice interrupted us. We saw his eyes were open, and a mischievous grin was on his lips. �I bet you would,� Charlie interjected. �We almost came ourselves while watching you shoot. You really poured it out. I think you creamed more than you ever had.� �With you two hot guys working on me, I couldn�t help it. Two hot guys who really get into skin, working on my skin.� �We wanted you to enjoy your hot skin,� Charlie responded. �We knew how much you enjoyed it, and we just helped you along.� �Now that you�ve got lots of skin too, I�m going to help you enjoy it too. I did you last time, and if Jack doesn�t mind, I�ll bring you off again.� �Go ahead, Rick,� I said. �I know how much this turns you on. Now that you�ve come you can stroke Charlie�s prick and enjoy his orgasm vicariously.� Charlie lay down and we took our places on either side of his hips. Rick spread the towel over him before picking up his hard shaft. The foreskin fully shrouded the big helmet, and Rick began squeezing the head through the enveloping hood. Charlie spread his legs, giving me full access to his perineal area, and I slid my fingers under his tight sac, pressing them lightly into the skin behind his balls. As Rick squeezed the head again, I felt the answering throb of his cock-root against my fingertips. �You�re really wet,� Rick said as he slid the foreskin back to reveal Charlie�s dripping teardrop slit. He bent over and inhaled deeply. �Damn, I love that smell. It�s so masculine.� He inhaled again, a smile on his face. Now his face became serious as he bent lower and tickled Charlie�s bare slit with his tongue-tip. He swiped his tongue from side to side, parting the lips each time, and I felt Charlie�s cock-root throb with each swipe. �You�re making me so hot�.� Charlie moaned, his fists clenching. I caressed the insides of his thighs to add diffused sensations to fuel his excitement. Rick drew the long hood back farther, baring the entire front dome, and ran his tongue around it and the edge of Charlie�s foreskin. Charlie�s breathing deepened, and I cupped his balls lightly. �I want to see the whole thing,� Rick said as he slowly worked Charlie�s hood back until the orifice was stretched by the flaring rim. I saw that the underside of the head was exposed, leaving his gee-string vulnerable to Rick�s tongue. Rick ran his tongue down between the two sides of Charlie�s rim just before they met in the thin weld line that formed the dome of his helmet, pressing into the hot spot to make Charlie sigh deeply. �You keep that up and you�ll have my load,� he whispered, his body tensing under the avalanche of sensations. Rick pulled harder on the encircling skin ring, drawing it back to snap into the deep groove behind the rim, leaving the entire swollen purple head exposed. �I love the shape of that helmet,� he said. �It looks so sexy, round in front, that pouting slit, and the way the rim turns up.� He ran his tongue around Charlie�s exposed corona, swiping at the little bumps that held the many nerve endings. �Oooohhh, I�m so hot,� Charlie moaned. �Just try to relax,� I urged. �Let�s make this last.� �He�s got the same little studs around his rim you do,� Rick said to me. �Those nerve endings are really sensitive, I bet.� He continued to circle Charlie�s rim with his tongue, working down one side and pressing into the hot spot before returning up the other wide. Charlie�s legs began to tremble with excitement as the sensations flooded into his body. �Better slow down, Rick,� I said. �You�ll really have his load if you don�t. Let�s ask him what he wants us to do.� �Just slide the skin up and down slowly,� Charlie said weakly, tormented by the intense sensations. Rick removed his mouth and began sliding the long foreskin in slow, loving strokes up and down the head. �That long stroking feels so nice, just like when I do yours,� he added. �Man, he tastes so good,� he said as his fingers slowly manipulated Charlie�s long hood, caressing the entire helmet from front dome to rim. I watched the skin sliding wetly along the taper of the head, closing in a pucker at the end, and then watched the pucker open, forced apart by the bulk of the helmet as Rick drew it back along the length of the head. The edge of his foreskin lay poised on the rim, stretched to its maximum, before a slight pull from Rick�s fingers made it snap back into the deep groove behind it. �His tip�s really hard now. I can feel it in my fingers.� Rick stretched Charlie�s skin back farther, laying bare the groove and the many nerve endings that rarely saw daylight, the taut flesh resisting his fingers. Then he let the fleshy collar slide forward until it encased the back face of the flaring rim. A slight nudge pushed it over the bump, and the skin ran down-hill until it enclosed the front dome again. Meanwhile, I kept caressing the insides of his thighs with one hand while I cupped his balls with the other, fingertips feeling for tell-tale pulses in the skin behind his sac. �It�s turned very dark,� I contributed. �I just can�t hold off,� Charlie wailed as Rick drew the heavy foreskin back over the swollen head again, pulling it tightly to stretch the nerve endings. His eyes closed as Rick�s strong fingers stretched the skin tightly, and I felt a warning pulse behind his balls. �He�s slipping,� I said. Rick snapped the foreskin forward, covering the head completely, and then snapped it back again, digging a fingertip into Charlie�s hot spot to trigger his storm. I felt the hard pulse of his first ejaculation squirting into his tube, and heard his loud helpless moan as the hot sensations whipped through his body. Rick and I watched avidly, eyes fixed on Charlie�s big swollen helmet, as the first jet shot from it high into the air. Rick snapped a finger against Charlie�s hot spot under the head, making him wail helplessly as another hot spasm gripped his body. I felt the pulse just before the white creamy torrent surged from his slit, again tracing a parabola in the air and falling back onto the towel. Charlie was totally into it now, moaning and thrashing mindlessly as the waves of sensation dominated his attention. His eyes were screwed tightly shut, and his legs went into spasm with each ejaculation as he drained himself utterly. Another hot gush poured from his slit, shooting 90 degrees into the air and falling back onto his exposed helmet and Rick�s encircling fingers. Rick massaged the thick cream into the turgid helmet, provoking another cry and another jet from his victim. I felt each pulse in my fingertips, and monitored the progress of the glorious moment as Charlie�s entire being poured out through his throbbing helmet and shaft. His helpless cries filled the room, proof that we were giving him the most sublime experience possible. The next pulse was weaker, and the stream merely poured from his pouting slit, coating the throbbing head thoroughly as Rick�s fingers massaged it into the tender flesh. Charlie�s body jerked spasmodically, and we both sensed that his tip had become too sensitive. Rick removed his fingers from the head, and just held the skin tightly back to let the remaining drops flow unobstructed from the tip. The pulses slowly faded until they stopped, and Charlie became utterly quiet and utterly still, shattered by the hot sensations that had just ravaged his body. His breathing slowed, but his eyes remained closed. We removed our hands after carefully milking his shaft and cock-root, and pushing the protective hood fully over the softening head. �That was hot,� Rick remarked. �I�ve hardly ever seen a guy cream like that.� �No hotter than you were,� I replied. �Anyway, I got the impression that both of you shot more than you used to. Maybe your long foreskins made a difference.� �I guess so,� he said as we sat watching Charlie slip into the deep daze while he recovered. �I know that now that I�m older, I don�t have orgasms as often, but they�re stronger. I think I come harder now than I did years ago. I also shoot more.� �I�ve had the same experience. My sex drive�s slowed down, but when I come, I take my time, and end up with a hotter orgasm. It lasts longer and I shoot more. One thing I noticed, though. I never had much lube, and now I have almost none.� �You pump your prick dry, then? Doesn�t that become irritating?� �No, I use artificial lube.� I pulled a plastic bottle of Astroglide from the bedside table. �Here, look at this. It�s water soluble, not like oil, and the glycerin in it makes the head feel warm. Want to try some?� �Okay, let me have a couple of drops.� He pulled back his long foreskin and I poured two drops from the spout onto the bared mushroom. He slipped the foreskin forward to spread the clear fluid over his mushroom and smiled. �Feel that?� I asked. �Oh, yeah, that makes the whole head feel nice and warm. I wish I�d put some on before we�d started.� �Sorry. I forgot to mention it. I was so turned on by you guys that my mind wasn�t on anything else.� �That�s the first time you�ve seen our dicks since we stretched our skins, isn�t it?� �Right. I haven�t seen you two for so many years, and you guys didn�t tell me what you were doing. I saw Charlie�s new skin yesterday, though, before you arrived.� �Did you two have a hot jacking session? I bet you couldn�t keep your hands off each other�s dicks.� �That�s right, Rick, when we saw each other we got naked and our hands were on each other�s dicks, but we decided to hold off until you came. We wanted to save it for you.� Rick looked shocked and incredulous for a moment, and then hugged me to him tightly. �That was so thoughtful,� he said. �I really appreciate that.� He leaned forward to plant a dry kiss on my lips. �Believe me, it wasn�t easy to do. Charlie was so eager to show off his longer foreskin to me, and I was thrilled that it was nice and long like mine. Of course, when we saw yours, there was no way we�d have been able to hold off any longer.� �Your dick�s real hot,� Charlie�s voice came to us. He had opened his eyes and was looking at us, a smile on his lips. �When I saw it, I wanted to play with your new skin. I just couldn�t keep my hands off it.� �Speaking of skin,� Rick said, �what are we going to do about Jack�s skin? He�s been waiting the longest.� �He must be really hot after making us come,� said Charlie. �Just feeling your hot cock come in my hand made me hot.� Rick pushed me flat on the bed, and Charlie laid the towel over me. �His dick�s really hard, and I bet he�s ready to come,� Rick said. �I�d like to do him, pay him back, if you don�t mind. After all, you just did me, and maybe you�re kinda tired.� Charlie smiled at this turn of logic, but he yielded to Rick. �Go ahead,� he said. �You do him. I know how you love playing with skin, even if it�s not your own.� �Especially if it�s not my own,� Rick replied. �Now that I�ve got my own, I enjoy playing with others� even more. I�m not jealous anymore.� �Yeah, I can see that,� I said. �I can imagine how it must have hurt to be playing with mine, while you didn�t have any.� Rick squeezed my hand, and then kissed me lightly on the lips. �I knew you�d understand, buddy. Now let�s get you going. Spread your legs.� I did as he told me, and they settled into position on either side. Rick grasped my prick around the foreskin-covered head and began slight jiggling movements. My body was tense, and Charlie quickly became ware of this, for he spoke: �Just try to stay relaxed, buddy. Make it last.� �I�ve lasted longer than either of you,� I said. �I�m ready to come right now.� Charlie tickled the hairs on my sac and then cupped my balls in his loving fingers. The warmth of his hand sent a thrill racing upward through my body. Rick now took longer strokes on my foreskin, pulling it all the way down to bare the helmet, and then stopped. �Let�s put some of that Astro stuff on your tip. It�ll help you feel better. Anyway, you�re kinda dry.� He poured several drops from the bottle on my exposed head, and worked my foreskin a few times to distribute it. A pleasant warmth filled my turgid helmet, and I felt the foreskin sliding easier over the head. Rick was giving me long and satisfying strokes, and I felt the foreskin sliding smoothly over the entire head, puckering at the end, then stretching back over my rim. �Faster?� he asked, and I nodded. �Let�s go, then.� Rick�s skillful fingers pumped my foreskin, sending hot thrills into the swollen helmet as he covered and uncovered it. �His tip�s already getting darker,� I hard Charlie say as my legs began trembling and my stomach muscles tightened. �I can feel it getting harder through the skin,� Rick added as he continued to stroke me, bringing me closer to the final moment. I began withdrawing into myself, abandoning myself to their care, confident that Rick and Charlie would give me an intense orgasm. My tip began to tingle under the stimulation. �His eyes just closed,� I heard Charlie say. �He�s almost there.� My tip was tingling heavily now, and I felt myself slipping inexorably towards the brink. Rick now drew my foreskin back all the way to stretch its nerve endings, and then bumped the rim of my swollen helmet with it. I felt a heavy surge of friction on the front dome, and I guessed he must have placed his palm over it and was now rubbing it in small circles, giving me a tingling feeling that spread all the way back to my rim. When one of his fingers touched my hot spot, I exploded. I cried out as my cock-root contracted sharply, and I felt an acute tickle as the first jet squirted into my tube. My hips bucked as the heavy stream shot upward to gush from my hot hard head, and my eyes filled with tears. I felt another deep spasm, and my prick throbbed again, sending another hot torrent hurtling into Rick�s palm. He spread it over the throbbing front dome, triggering another convulsion deep inside me. The mind-numbing shock waves of orgasm filled my body and brain, and I was lost in the sweet agony of orgasm. My tortured cries filled the room as I shot again and again, draining myself under their skillful handling. My prick throbbed again, and suddenly the head became too sensitive. I must have screeched, because suddenly Rick�s hand was gone from my helmet, although his strong fingers still held my foreskin back tightly. The last waves swept over me, and my now weaker spasms poured more drops into my shaft, where they crawled up to the end. I was breathless, dazed by the overpowering shock waves, and sank into a deep stupor. Eventually, I became aware that they were speaking: �He wasn�t kidding. He was ready to go.� �I�m not too surprised. He was hard all the time he was working on us, and he watched us both come.� �He felt it, too. His fingers were around my dick all the time I was shooting.� �I�m glad we were able to give him such a hot come. You heard him scream. He was shooting his guts out.� �Yeah, he really was into it.� I opened my eyes and sat up. Rick and Charlie were staring at me. Then they began to clap. I was still dazed, and it took me a while to understand their appreciation. �Let�s get you cleaned up,� Rick said as he began milking my cock-root and shaft, sending the residual drops seeping from the tip, filling my foreskin. At some point they must have drawn my hood forward to cover the head. Charlie held the towel under my prick as Rick squeezed my foreskin to force out the last drops. �Ready for a shower?� asked Charlie. I got up with their help and we entered the shower enclosure. The hot water was soothing, relaxing, as I gradually returned to full consciousness. I stared down at the floor, and saw that a thick yellow gush was pouring from Rick�s heavy ended prick. He must have skinned it back at some point, because the thick purple mushroom was bare, with hot torrents of water sluicing over it. A moment later I saw Charlie draw back hid hood to bare the head, followed by his stream. Rick�s fingers bared my prick-head with a quick flick, and when the hot water hit its surface I felt my sphincter relaxing. Rick pulled his foreskin forward in mid-stream, pinching the end shut to trap the flow. We watched it balloon out, until he let go. Charlie slipped his hood forward also, making it swell with his fluid. Rick�s nimble fingers grasped my prick behind the head and urged my hood forward. He pinched the end lightly until my foreskin distended with urine. When he let go, a thick yellow gush poured from the end of the nipple, spraying over our legs and feet. �That was a good finish,� Rick said when we�d drained ourselves. �I really enjoyed that. �Me too,� added Charlie, and I nodded assent. We soaped each other�s bodies lovingly, carefully rinsing under our precious hoods, and when we were clean we dried each other. We walked from the bathroom, our pricks swaying in front of us, our long thick foreskins protruding proudly. We climbed into the large queen-size bed and slept soundly through the night.