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Hosting Carl and Mike

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Hosting Carl and Mike by Jackinnm@yahoo.com (Jackinnm@yahoo.com)I'd invited my j/o buddy Carl and his friend Mike for the weekend, and was expecting them that Saturday morning. The weather was hot, typical for a summer day, and I had the cooler working. When the doorbell rang, I saw that Carl and his friend appeared sweaty and exhausted. What happened?" I asked. "Damn air conditioner in the car let go. Imagine, two hours in this hot sun!" Carl looked around at his friend, who appeared as hot as he was. "Oh, sorry, forgot. Jack, this is Mike." Mike and I shook hands, and I noted he was slightly shorter than Carl and I, and seemed to be a few years younger. Carl and I were in our late 40s, but he was blond and blue-eyed while I was brown in both. Mike's coloring matched Carl's. I ushered them in, and had them drop their cases in the bedroom. They both needed showers, and in fact so did I, as I'd been too busy cleaning and straightening to take one before their arrival. "I'm sure you guys would enjoy stripping out of those sweaty clothes and joining me in the shower," I offered. "I think there's room enough for three in there, and if not, we'll go doubles or singly." "I'd like squeezing in there with you," said Carl, and Mike nodded assent. I was wearing only a loose shirt and bathing trunks, so I was naked first, skinning back as preparation for the shower. Carl and Mike shed their street clothes, Carl also skinning back, and we looked at each other. Actually, the scrutiny was between Mike and myself, as Carl and I already knew what each other looked like naked. Mike had a thick brown pubic bush, thicker than mine or Carl's, and a pair of low hangers behind it. His prick arced over his balls, with a prominent purple head at the end. Mike hadn't skinned back; he'd been cut back, as evidenced by the deep groove behind the rim and the thick brown scar ring about an inch back on his shaft. In the shower, I turned the water as hot as we could stand it, knowing that we'd feel cool when we emerged. We took turns soaping each other's back, lovingly running our hands over each others' bodies, feeling the muscles and fat under the skin. Carl broke the silence: "I was in the car for two hours, and this hot water makes me want to pee. Okay?" I nodded and watched as the thick yellow stream parted the lips of Carl's long slit before coursing down to the shower floor. I looked at Mike. "You too?" He relaxed his sphincter and his stream mixed with Carl's. I'd peed only an hour before, but the hot water had its effect and soon my stream joined theirs. We carefully milked our cocks to expel the last drops, then rinsed off and began drying each other, sharing two towels. I noticed that the hot water had made Mike's big purple head swell, and I admired its sculptured contours. Mine had also swollen because of the effect of the hot water, and the rim stood out proudly, holding my foreskin locked behind it in a thick fleshy collar that snuggled up against my corona. I stepped to the counter and opened the cabinet to extract a bottle of Astroglide, holding my skin hard, and pouring a couple of drops into the deep groove thus revealed. Carl explained to Mike: "Jack always does that. He feels more comfortable if his hood's well lubed. He doesn't have much natural lube." "You have a lot, though," retorted Mike. "You have a real drippy dick." I knew this was so, as I'd seen Carl's prick seep copious amounts of lube during our sex play, and a couple of times he'd shared the surplus with me. Carl and I replaced our foreskins in the forward position and led Mike back into the bedroom. We sat facing each other on the bed, our pricks already stirring in anticipation of the pleasure to come. Carl squeezed the head of his friend's penis rhythmically to make his cock-root throb, and in seconds Mike was fully hard. I studied his prick. It was about six inches long, like mine, and like mine his shaft was straight and had a big vein on the right. He had what I called a bell-shaped glans, with a round nose and the flaring corona dropping almost straight down around his shaft. A long slit at the front completed the picture. "Can I touch?" he asked me, more out of courtesy than any doubt that I'd give permission, and when I nodded he reached for my penis, grasping the nipple of my foreskin between two fingers and rolling it to stretch its nerve endings. I knew he'd learned this from Carl, as we both had long nippled sheaths that extended beyond the heads to form sexy looking nipples. I felt my glans sliding around inside its fleshy covering as Mike rolled my nipple, the light delicious friction making my cock swell. Meanwhile, I did the same to Carl, enjoying the warmth of his sex flesh between my fingers. "We don't even try to come together," Carl explained to Mike. "It's better if two of us work on the other one, making him come and taking turns. I know that when I blast off, I'm in a daze, and I can't concentrate on pleasuring my partner's cock. Jack feels the same way." "I know," Mike replied. We did it that way two nights ago, and it was really great." Our cocks were now fully swollen, and we were able to compare. Carl began skinning my prick back in stages, uncovering the front of the glans, then pushing the hood forward to encapsulate it totally before pulling the skin back again. "This stretches the nerve endings in Jack's foreskin," he explained to Carl. It's really hot for Jack because he's got a bigger head than I do, and it stretches the skin way out." I was also beginning to skin back Carl's penis, gently tugging at the shaft skin to uncover the front of his head. Unlike mine, Carl's foreskin slipped forward as soon as I let go because his thick gee-string pulled it back into place. "Here, you try it," he said to Mike. Mike grasped my foreskin, slowly unsheathing the head halfway, then let go. Meanwhile, Carl had begun squeezing Mike's glans again, maintaining his erection. "Man, I love that foreskin smell," Mike said as he slid my hood back farther. "I wish my dick smelled that way." "Jack's skin stays back unless you push it forward. His gee-string isn't tight like mine." Mike slipped my hood forward, then retracted it again, this time revealing more of my purple glans. "Jack's slit's different from ours," he said to Carl. "It's kinda pouting. I can see right inside." "Yeah, when my head gets full-hard, my slit takes on a teardrop shape," I explained to Mike. "Carl's doesn't pout, although it's longer than mine. Now skin me back just a bit more." Mike drew back my hood another quarter inch before pushing it fully forward. Meanwhile, I was still skinning Carl's prick, slowly and erotically, feeling his tight foreskin stretch as I exerted traction. I released and watched it snap down over the head again, noting that a big dollop of clear lube was filling the pucker of his hood. I touched it with my fingertip, lightly spreading the fluid around the edges of his foreskin because I knew he enjoyed that delicate touch. "I'm already lubing," Carl said to both of us. "If you need any, just let me know." Mike's gaping slit had also seeped a drop of lube, which Carl's fingertip spread in small circles around the orifice. I leaned closer to Carl's prick, inhaling his delicious man smell, then touched the tip of my tongue to his foreskin pucker to taste his rich flavor. It was viscous and salty, and the taste heightened my arousal. Now I felt Mike draw my foreskin all the way back to form a thick fleshy collar that locked tightly behind my flaring ridge. "Hey, yours stays put," he remarked. "That's different from Carl's. I like them both, but it's nice to see it both ways." "Yeah, that's because he's got a higher ridge than mine," Carl explained. "Also, his gee-string isn't as thick or tight as mine." "See the difference between our cock-heads?" I asked Mike. "We both have big purple tips, but mine's like a fireman's helmet, with the ridge sweeping forward as it comes off the top. Yours drops almost straight down, and the flaring flange makes it look like a bell," I said, describing its sculptured beauty. "Yeah, and you've got all that skin," Mike replied. "I really like that about your dick and Carl's. Wish I had that but they didn't ask me when they cut it off when I was born." "We've got lots of skin to share," I said. Maybe one of us can even dock you." Mike's understanding look told me that he knew about docking, and even looked forward eagerly to being docked. His prick was now seeping steadily, and Carl worked the clear lube into the head and shaft of his penis, stroking straight down the staff and twisting his fist around the head to enhance Mike's sensations. Carl and I both knew that the sideways twisting stroke around the glans heightened the pleasure. I pulled Carl's skin all the way back, then accompanied it forward, twisting it over the swollen glans. Carl sighed in delight, and I saw his low hangers begin to tighten against his body. Mike's scrotum was also losing its slack, and his balls drew up as Carl continued to stroke his penis lovingly. "I really like this," Mike said as he now stroked my foreskin up and down the head, also applying the twist as his fist passed over my corona. My hot hard glans gleamed in the soft light, and the orifice now filled with fluid. "I'm seeping," I told Carl. "Not as much as you, but enough to keep the skin lubed." I saw Mike's head dip toward my crotch and felt his warm lips engulf my glans. He pulled back hard on my hood to bare the groove, and lip-locked behind my corona. The sensations were very hot, and I felt a tickle deep in my cock-root that told me another drop of lube had begun its long crawl up my tube. I stretched Carl's foreskin all the way back, and engulfed his wet glans with my lips. We rearranged ourselves on the bed, on our left sides, heads next to each other's groins. Our bodies formed a rough triangle, and we lapped at each others' cock-heads. Carl's mouth closed over the end of Mike's prick, taking it in fully, his lips reaching the circumcision scar. Now our sacs were drawn up tightly, and we were past the foreplay and getting into the long build-up to orgasm. I cupped Carl's balls as I felt Mike cup mine. Mike's tongue-tip was twirling around my meatus, first circling it, then lapping it from side to side. "Hey, let's take a short break," Carl urged. "We're going too fast and it'll be over before we want it to." We removed our mouths from each other's cocks, and took deep breaths to regain control. I let Carl's hood slide down over his head, with the pucker inches from my eyes. "Here, Mike," I said. Watch what I'm going to do to Carl. This is real foreskin action, not just peel and play. He likes this because it's so slow and cool." I steadied Carl's rock-hard penis in front of my face, holding its foreskin and slipping my tongue-tip inside to probe his slit. I heard Carl sigh again as I caressed his slit, then I pushed my tongue in farther, reaching for the flange. My tongue-tip traced his corona all the way down one sid,e flicking over his thick frenulum, then worked up the other side to the top. Carl writhed in response to the exquisite sensations. "That feels really good because Jack's tongue is stretching my foreskin as he works it around the head," Carl explained to Mike. "Now do the same to his prick." Mike's fingers were still around my shaft, and now I felt them pull my hood forward to envelop the engorged head. He steadied my prick as he pushed his tongue into my foreskin's pucker, and I felt his tongue-tip tickle my slit. My cock-root throbbed lightly, then a tickling sensation took over as it pumped another drop of lube into my urethra. Mike's tongue was still tracing circles around my swollen orifice when he removed his head. "I can taste him now!" he said to Carl. "He's leaking lube. And it tastes nice and salty, like yours." He tongued my foreskin again, pushing in more deeply to probe my ridge. His tongue pushed in farther and I felt it sink into my groove, then begin to slide downward, following the contour of my corona. He tongued the hot spot under my glans, then followed the flange up the other side. Meanwhile, I continued to stimulate Carl's glans and foreskin with my tongue, stretching it as I probed deeply into it, running my tongue over the glassy smooth head and tasting his salty lubricant. Carl moaned, and then sighed deeply. "Boys, I need to come, right now," he said to Mike and me. "Jack's got me soooo close, I'm ready to pop. Mike, you help him get me off." Carl lay back on the bed, spread a towel over his chest and stomach, and I sidled up against his left side, my mouth still engulfing his prick. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mike part Carl's legs to caress the insides of his thighs. "Do me, do me! I need to cream so bad!" Carl cried as Mike cupped his balls. I removed my mouth and began twisting Carl's foreskin over the slippery head, keeping it covered so that my fingers wouldn't touch his sensitive tip. I knew Carl's glans was more sensitive than mine, and direct contact would cause distress. "OOOOOOOOOHHH!" Carl cried out as I massaged his long foreskin sideways over his swollen tip. His balls were tightly contracted now, and Mike released them to clamp his fist around the base of Carl's staff. Carl's prick was so swollen that this hardly made a difference, but Mike apparently had another idea as well. "I'm going to clamp off his urethra when he starts to come," he said to me. "That builds up the back pressure and makes it hotter for him. I've done it to myself and I know it works." I nodded, acknowledging him, and shifted my grip on Carl's prick. I place the fingers of both hands on the end of his cock, and moved my hands in opposite directions, twisting his foreskin more forcefully than before. I saw Carl's eyes close as he began howling with the intense sensations. I felt the hard core of his prick through the skin as I worked my fingers to bring him to orgasm. The contours of his hot hard glans showed clearly through the skin as I rotated it, and I felt his throbs as he neared the peak. Suddenly, Carl's hips bucked, and he thrust his prick up through my fingers, crying out helplessly as the tidal wave of orgasm overwhelmed him. His cock throbbed again, but nothing came out, as Mike was clamping his urethra tightly with his index finger. "I'll let go now," Mike said, and when Carl's prick throbbed again, a long thick stream of creamy white fluid spewed from the end of his foreskin to arc onto his chest and neck. That stream contained the product of three ejaculatory spasms, and flooded the towel. I kept twisting hard, and made Carl howl again, sending another thick jet in a trajectory that ended on his chest. Carl's head was rocking from side to side as the contractions of orgasm wracked his body, and we watched avidly, vicariously experiencing his crisis. All through this I carefully kept his glans fully hooded, and the streams shot through his foreskin pucker as his crotch muscles contracted and his cock jerked in my hand. Now they were reduced in volume and force as he emptied himself, and the liquid gushes were just pouring from the end of his hood, rolling down onto my fingers. I sensed the end was near, and slowed my strokes, letting his orgasm play out. Finally, his cock gave a final throb and I let it down onto the towel, knowing that it was too sensitive to touch. Carl lay very still, utterly dazed by the hard shocks of orgasm. Carl reached down to skin back his softening cock, revealing the dark red head. A steady ooze of cream seeped from the long lips of his slit, and he milked his cock to force out the last drops. His tip was rapidly losing its over-sensitivity, because he dabbed at the slit with the towel, absorbing the dripping residue. Then he turned to me. "Want to be next, if Mike doesn't mind?" he asked. His fingers closed around the end of my swollen member, gently twisting the hood over the head, sending sparks of sensation into my glans. The twisting motion added to the erotic feelings, stretching the nerve endings in my hood. "Okay with you, Mike?" I asked. Mike leaned toward me and his hand snaked between my thighs, cupping my tight ball sac. "I'd love to help you come now," he replied. "I'll do the same for you as I did for Carl, pinch your urethra to build up the back pressure." "I'd love to have you do that to me. I tried that in the past, and it always felt good, but nobody ever did it to me. I know it'll feel even better." As I spoke, Carl's other hand clamped around the base of my shaft, constricting the vines, and I felt my cock swell even more. His other hand slowly dragged the long foreskin back off my glans. "Jack's tip isn't super-sensitive like mine," he explained to Mike. "He really enjoys direct action on the tip." He dipped his fingertips into the puddle of his cream on the towel and began spreading it all over my head. I moaned with the intense sensations and lay flat on my back, content to let both of these hot guys work on me. The touch of his fingertips on my naked glans sent a hot thrill down my prick, and I felt a sharp tickle in my cock-root as more drops of lube filled my urethra and seeped up my cock. As each drop appeared, Carl's fingers expertly worked it into the tender tissues of my glans. "I keep my fingers moving," Carl explained to Mike. "This way, I avoid tiring out the nerve endings in any one spot and Jack feels fresh sensations every second. That makes it more intense for him." Carl's fingers sent electric chills into my straining cock-head, and my cock-root throbbed hard in response. Mike's fingers continued to knead my tight sac, adding to the sensations, and I began moaning loudly. "You close, buddy?" Carl asked. "Yesss, yessss, I am," I muttered through gritted teeth. Despite my efforts to relax, I felt my muscles tightening, and it seemed that I'd be blasting my load the next second. However, my body wasn't quite ready yet, and I shuddered on the bed, moaning, as wave after wave of sensation filled my cock. My eyes closed, and I began withdrawing into myself as the hot sensations mounted and my orgasm neared. Carl's rough fingertips caressed my glans relentlessly through the thick lubrication, and now I felt my legs begin to tremble. "His tip's getting darker purple," Mike commented. "He's really close." Mike's fingertips pressed into the tender flesh behind my contracted scrotum, and he felt every throb in my cock-root. I knew that he'd feel my contractions when I came, and he'd then clamp my urethra to contain my jets. The heavy tickling feeling in my cock-head built up until I thought I couldn't stand it any more, then the tickle changed to a hot tingle, and I knew I was on the edge. Mike and Carl knew it too, and they concentrated on their task, pushing me toward the brink as my body strained reflexively. Suddenly, my mind went on "HOLD" and time stopped for me. A heavy pounding began in my cock-root and I felt the first burning hot jet shoot into my urethra, rushing towards my throbbing glans. I cried out helplessly as I felt Mike's finger pressing hard into the underside of my penis, stopping my stream. My cock-root convulsed again, shooting another stream into my tube, which began to stretch with the increasing pressure. My hips bucked and my pegs spread, as the compounded sensations of orgasmic release and intense pressure inside my urethra overwhelmed me. I heard myself howling in the distance, in my altered state of consciousness, as Carl's fingers continued to travel around my straining glans. A third heavy shock filled my cock-root and my hips lifted off the mattress. Suddenly, the pressure against the underside of my shaft was released, and I felt the pent-up fluid rush towards my throbbing glans, slamming through the lips of my slit, straining them to their limit. The hot fluid felt as if it were burning my urethra as it gushed through my prick and out the end, and I thrashed on the bed as another sharp contraction wracked my groin. I was spinning into the free-fall of orgasm, totally helpless, crying out loudly in joyful agony. My cock-root spasmed again, and again, and I floated blissfully, totally carried away by the hot sensations that filled me. Now another contraction wracked me, but this one was weaker. My cock and cock-root throbbed again, and suddenly my tip became hyper-sensitive. It felt was if Carl's fingers were red-hot rasps, scraping the surface of my glans mercilessly, and I cried out more loudly. Carl understand what was happening, and he stopped touching my naked glans, pulling up my foreskin to cover it part-way and provide softer sensations to carry me through the rest of my orgasm. Mike had let go of my prick, and the skin slid easily. My tip throbbed a few more times, and then I was very still, totally dazed by the heavy impact of orgasm. My breathing slowed, and I opened my eyes. "Man, you were really howling there," Mike said. "I felt your prick throbbing, all the way from the root. Wait till you see how you creamed." "You shot all the way up to your chest," Carl added. "When Mike let go, that first stream was really heavy and hot." Carl let my penis flop down onto the towel, then milked my tube with a finger, and I felt the tickling sensation as the last drops oozed from my slit. Mike leaned over to kiss me lightly on the lips. The delicious languor of the afterglow sedated me, and I was totally relaxed now. I looked down at my softening prick, the big helmet still swollen, and squeezed the shaft to produce another drop of white fluid. As the tip had become less sensitive, I dabbed the liquid, then rolled the hood forward to re-cover the head. "Now it's Mike's turn," Carl said. "Want to get docked?" he asked Mike. "Wow, I'd love the feel of hot skin on my tip," he replied. "Jack's going to have to be the one," Carl pointed out. "His skin isn't as tight as mine, and I'm sure your tip will fit inside it now that his has gone soft." I reached into the drawer of my bedside table and pulled out a small battery powered vibrator, about six inches long and half an inch thick, with a tapering nose. "I'm sure you've been docked before, haven't you?" I asked Mike. "Yeah, a few times when I was lucky enough to hook up with an uncut guy. That always was a thrill." "Ever have a vibrator inside the skin next to your cock-head?" I asked. Mike poked puzzled. "Here, let's see how this feels for you." I scooted around to face him, my thighs over his, bringing our crotches close enough for our pricks to touch. I grasped the edges of my foreskin and stretched it out, widening the opening to fit over Mike's hot swollen tip. His glans was dripping lube, making it easy for me to encapsulate his glans right to the rim. I nudged myself closer and was able to stretch my long thick hood to engulf his penis down to the scar ring. "Ooohhhhh, that feels so good," he said. I slipped the nose of the vibrator inside my hood under our joined pricks so that it filled the space in his triangular groove, right under the head, and turned it on. I immediately felt the buzzing transmitted through his glans to mine, and I knew Mike was feeling it too, but more intensely. The buzzing filled my foreskin as well, and I knew how intense it must be for Mike. "OOOOOHHHH!" His body tensed, and I felt his leg muscles tighten under mine. His balls were already drawn up against his body, and I knew that if anything, his sac would become tighter. "Just relax, Mike," Carl admonished. "Just let it happen. Sit back and enjoy it. Mike was obviously trying to relax, but the insistent vibrations were penetrating deeply into his glans, migrating down his shaft, and my encircling fingers felt his tip go into its final swelling. His eyes closed. "I think he's there, Carl," I said. Carl's hands had been stroking the insides of Mike's thighs, and now one hand cupped his balls while the other pressed into the flesh behind them. "I'm going to do the same thing to him that he did to you," Carl told me. While still cupping Mike's tight sac, Carl moved his other hand to encircle the base of Mike's shaft, with his index fingers poised to press hard into the urethra. "OOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Mike threw his head back as I felt the powerful throb from his glans punching into mine. I saw Carl's hand tighten, and heard Mike yell again as the orgasm overwhelmed him. His swollen tip throbbed again and I felt it in my glans and encircling fingers, through my thick foreskin enveloping his helmet. Mike's stomach muscles convulsed, and I felt his tip throb again. This time, Carl released the pressure against Mike's urethra, and I felt the hot gush erupt from his tip to flood my foreskin with fluid. My foreskin swelled, ballooning out with the pressure, and I relaxed my grip to let the excess flow out from under the edge of my hood, flowing onto the towel underneath. Mike yelled again, face flushed, and his hard tip throbbed against mine again. My fingers were now wet with the run-off, but I kept my hood over his head, feeling his tip throb once more as another spasm gripped him. Finally, Mike's prick throbbed for the last time, and we both watched him begin to relax, coming down off the high of his orgasm. I let go, and my foreskin slipped back, revealing the swollen purple rim of his glans, wet with white cream coating it. Mike's prick began to soften, and his glans gradually withdrew from my enveloping hood. He flopped back on the bed, totally dazed by the biological storm that had gripped him, and sinking into the relaxation of the afterglow. "Man, that really did it for him," was Carl's comment. I turned off the vibrator and lay down next to Mike, with Carl on the other side. "Yeah, getting docked with both a foreskin and a vibrator was super-hot for him," I replied. "I'm glad I was able to give him a new experience today." My eyelids were heavy, and as I slipped into sleep I knew I wasn't alone.