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Three-Way Jacking

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by jackinnm@yahoo.com This segment is fiction, as it contains several examples of unsafe sex. Be aware that if you try some of the techniques described here, you may be taking a risk. Doug, Joe, and I had found our mutual masturbation session so exciting that we wanted a re-run, although this time without the distraction of the video camera. We also wanted to broaden our horizons, and experiment with other techniques of stimulation. Joe had picked Doug up at the airport that hot July afternoon, and they arrived at my house together. Joe helped Doug bring his luggage into my bedroom and we disrobed, baring ourselves to each other. We did not look alike, being of different ages and builds. Doug was slightly shorter than my 6'2", while Joe stood about 5' 8". Doug was muscular in build, the result of avid workouts, while Joe and I were on the thin side. Doug and I had dark hair, while Joe was blond. Doug had a brush mustache, but Joe and I were clean-shaven. Doug was 53, and I was ten years older, while Joe was only a year older than Doug. Doug's cock looked a lot like mine, with a meaty glans bulging through a long nippled foreskin, the outline of the corona clearly defined on top. Joe's glans was exposed and leathery, ahead of a thick brown circumcision ring. We could see that it was an arrowhead shape, wide ridge tapering sharply to a sharp nose, while Doug and I had big blunt- nosed helmets. We headed for the shower together, sharing the space while the stream of hot water ran over our bodies. We didn't need soap, only water to rinse off the summer sweat. Doug and I skinned back, our thick foreskins lodging in the deep grooves behind our flaring ridges. This had a tourniquet effect, and made the heads swell. The flow of hot water over Doug's big purple tip stimulated his reflex to urinate, and a thick yellow gush poured from his slit towards the drain. A moment later, I felt the urge as well and joined him, our streams mixing on the shower floor. We noticed Joe watching avidly. "I love to see your tips when you skin back," he said. "They're so big and beautiful. The smell is nice too." His cock was swelling, becoming aroused although he hadn't touched it, and we knew that Joe was fascinated by our uncut pricks, the result of his having lost his foreskin a few days after birth. He ran an exploring finger around my flaring ridge, making me shudder, then pulled my hood forward to cover the head again. Joe then turned to Doug's penis, caressing the flange with a fingertip and making Doug draw in his breath sharply, before pulling his foreskin fully forward. "I know how sensitive uncut guys are," he said. "All it needs is a touch on those hot tips to make you react." Now he had both our hoods completely covering the heads, and he grasped the end of each foreskin nipple and pulled gently, stretching the skin outward. I turned off the water. "Let's dry off," I suggested. We took a towel each and sopped the water from our bodies, then trooped into the bedroom and gathered facing each other on the big king-sized bed. We were half-hard, our prick arcing out and down from our pubic bones. "You want to dock me again after you come, like last time?" asked Joe, facing me. "I'd love to," I replied. "Last time you shot your hot load into my foreskin, and that really felt good, even though I'd already cum." "Then maybe you'd better be the first to cum, Jack," suggested Doug. We both knew that even with a long foreskin, it's impossible to fit two swollen cock-heads inside, and the size of my glans precluded another occupant as long as it was erect. He grasped my foreskin nipple and pulled outward, stretching the thick hood and its nerve endings. I always get hot and hard when someone stretches my foreskin, and I felt my prick begin to swell. "Here, let me slip my tongue under his hood," said Joe as he lay down to reach my prick with his lips. We got into a "180," an equilateral triangle that allowed Joe to suck me, Doug to suck his, and placed Doug's penis right in front of my face. I steadied his prick with one hand while I probed his foreskin pucker with my tongue. I felt Joe's warm tongue push into my foreskin, probing my slit and pushing farther to the flange of the glans. I saw Doug's tongue trace small circles around Joe's slit, already leaking pre-cum. "Love the taste of pre-cum," muttered Doug. He eagerly lapped at Joe's seeping slit. Doug's slit was also seeping, and I tasted his salty lubricant as I worked my tongue around his dome. I explored farther, my tongue riding over his corona and down into the deep groove behind it, making his foreskin bulge. It didn't take long for Doug's prick to grow to its full 6 1/2". Meanwhile, Joe had worked my prick to its 6" erection, and I saw that Joe's 5" boner was seeping clear fluid onto Doug's lips. Joe slowly pushed my foreskin back, in stages, because he knew that I enjoyed the feeling of my hood's nerve endings stretching as it expanded over my big helmet. My long tight hood also caressed the nerve endings in my glans, straining with erection. Now Joe had me skinned half back, baring the blunt dome, and he exclaimed: "Man, that is a beautiful slit! That teardrop shape is so sexy." With erection, my meatus had swollen and the lips parted to form a teardrop shape, which tapered at the bottom to join the weld line between the twin lobes of my glans. "Yeah, our cock-heads are pretty much alike except for that teardrop," said Doug as Joe pushed my thick hood back over the high flange of my helmet. My foreskin now formed a thick collar around the head as it snapped down into the groove behind it. "Skin me back too," said Doug, his voice husky with excitement and desire. I grasped his foreskin and began pushing it uphill along the taper of his glans. With each push, I let it slide back a bit because I knew that he, too, enjoyed the slow retraction that teased his nerve endings. I gave it a final push over the top and watched it snap into the deep groove behind the flaring cock-head. "Your cock-heads are the same shade of purple," said Joe admiringly. "They're so shiny and sensitive." Joe's lips caressed my glans and his tongue explored every contour. I felt his tongue-tip probe my teardrop and his lips worked on my rim. He pulled back hard on my skin to draw it back from the groove, and his lips quickly filled the space my foreskin had vacated. "You're going to go first," said Doug as he pulled his prick away from my face and re-covered his head with his hood. He swiveled around and I felt his hand cup my balls. His other caressed the insides of my thighs. Joe also shifted his position and spread a towel over my stomach, draping it carefully around the base of my shaft. His strong fist continued to hold my skin tightly back, keeping the swollen purple head and the groove behind it completely accessible to his caressing fingers that now played around the contours of my engorged glans. "Feel good?" he asked as his fingertips applied delicious friction to my nerve endings, sliding on the saliva, moving constantly to a new area. His fingers traced a small circle around my orifice, then moved to caress the twin lobes underneath where the two sides of my glans met in a thin weld line. I could only moan because I was speechless, paralyzed by the intense sensations that stabbed deeply into my glans. Each touch made me go "AH." "I'm going to put on some Astroglide 'cause the spit's drying," Joe said, and I felt several cool drops fall onto the surface of my hot hard tip. His fingers resumed their maddening travels around the sensitive surface, tracing the flange from one side to the other, then dipping into the groove behind it. He kept his fingertips moving to avoid tiring out the nerve endings in any one spot, and I was now going "AH-AH-AH" as he stroked my glans. I felt a sharp tickle in my cock-root, and a drop of pre-cum began crawling up my urethra, followed be several more. When the first drop reached the orifice, I heard Joe exclaim: "Hey, look at this! He's getting wet!" He spread the viscous fluid in small circles around my meatus, the sensations forcing me further into myself as they captured all my attention. My eyes closed and my entire awareness was focused on my prick and what Doug and Joe were doing with it. I felt a fingertip pressing along the underside of my penis to milk out the drops of pre-cum, and I moaned helplessly as I felt the drops parting the lips of my orifice. A fingertip moved slowly and maddeningly around my meatus, and I felt my legs begin to tremble. Several fingertips traced my nerve-studded corona, making me gasp. Then a fingertip dropped into the groove behind my flange, running down to the hot spot under the head. I felt my cock going into its final swelling. "Look at his tip, how it's getting darker," Joe's voice reached me from far away. "His tip's hard and smooth as glass," he continued, as his fingers danced over the hot nerve endings. I felt a sharp tickle every place he touched, and my stomach muscles began contracting. "I'm gonna make him cum right now!" said Joe. His fist pulled back sharply on my shaft skin, stretching the nerve endings as his fingertips danced over my hot hard head. The tickle changed to a hot tingle, concentrated in my swollen corona, and a hot spark shot down my shaft to the root. I felt a hard spasm as my cock-root contracted, sending the first gush of cum up my prick. It felt like hot lava as it burned its way up my tube, and I cried out helplessly at the rush of sensations: "AH-AH-AH-AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Joe's fiery touches stabbed my glans and my cock-root shot more discharges into the tube. I was floating on a bed of sensations, weightless, and barely aware of anything but the heavy pounding of my orgasm. My entire being seemed to be shooting out through my penis, and time stopped for me. I gradually became aware that I'd drained myself and was no longer shooting gushes of sperm. My breathing slowed, my eyes opened, and I returned to the real world. "Man, you really drained your balls," said Doug as he pressed a finger up the under side of my softening dick to milk my juice. Joe held the edge of the towel under my tip to catch the drops, being careful not to touch the tender tip with the rough towel because he knew that my nerve endings became super-sensitive after a hot orgasm. I saw that Joe's prick was stiff, wet, and ready. Doug pulled my hood over the head. We shifted positions so that our pricks were opposite each other, and Joe delicately held my hood's orifice open to let the nose of his glans slide into it. I saw the outline of his penis-head clearly as it pressed into my prepuce, and I grasped it with thumb and index finger through the skin. His glans was alongside mine, and I was able to flick my thumb over his ridge while pressing my fingertip into the hollow under his glans. Joe grunted hard as I squeezed his tip, and I began sliding my foreskin rapidly back and forth over his hard arrowhead. Doug slipped in behind him, reaching around to caress his thighs and cup his contracted scrotum. "Just relax and enjoy the ride," Doug murmured into Joe's ear as he gently squeezed his balls. "Let us do all the work." We both knew that the sensation of a warm foreskin enveloping his hot hard glans was exciting for Joe, and that it wouldn't take much physical stimulation to make him spew. Now I concentrated on flicking my thumb over his sharp-edged corona, which I could feel clearly through my foreskin, and Joe responded by gasping "AH-AH-AH" as I had to the overpowering sensations. "His eyes just closed," I said to Doug as I continued thumbing Joe's flange. "Any second now." I felt his flange become harder and more prominent, and Joe's gasps became louder. His jaw dropped as he began breathing through his mouth, and I saw his legs begin to tremble. The veins on his cock-shaft stood out, and his hips began to move. Joe's loud agonized cry took me by surprise, and a split-second later I felt his penis pulse inside my prepuce, filling my foreskin with fluid as he threw is head back and convulsed. His hot juice shot forcefully into the groove behind my glans and flowed around the rim, bathing the entire surface with its sticky heat as his tip throbbed against mine. Joe screamed with the delicious, overpowering agony of his orgasm as his prick spewed jet after hot jet into my distended foreskin. The excess flowed out the front of my hood onto my fingers and the towel underneath. His hips bucked hard, pulling his prick from my prepuce, and I watched it shoot a thick white stream onto my body. I quickly grasped his quivering cock and wrapped my fingers around the head, twisting to give him maximum sensations to continue his climax. It seemed to take forever, but Joe finally became still as his orgasm exhausted its momentum. His glans was hot red, but the color faded as the blood left his erection. He lay flat on his back, utterly spent, and we wiped the cream from his stomach and chest. It was time to turn our attention to Doug's raging hard-on. His swollen purple head was still fully hooded, and I saw that the opening in his foreskin was filled with clear fluid that dripped down onto the towel under him. I leaned forward to probe his foreskin with my tongue. The salty taste of Doug's pre-cum always excited me, and this time I swallowed hard and slipped my tongue farther into his hood, distending it and stretching the nerve endings. More warm fluid flowed from Doug's slit. By this time Joe had revived and began taking an active role. He cupped Doug's tight scrotum, gently kneading the balls inside their fleshy sac. When I removed my mouth from Doug's penis, Joe spoke: "Let me palm him," he suggested. "Palming" was a technique we'd discussed in the chat room, and we'd found it invariably produced a powerful and explosive orgasm. "Okay," I replied, pushing Doug flat and spreading a towel over his stomach. "Hear that, Doug? Joe is going to palm your prick, and then I'll have a little surprise for you." I saw Doug nod assent as Joe placed his palms on both sides of Doug's foreskin-covered cock-head. Joe began moving his hands in opposite directions, slowly at first to get the rhythm. His palms twisted Doug's foreskin, applying friction to the glans and tension to the nerve endings inside the foreskin. The reciprocal movements also stretched and twisted Doug's gee-string, providing more stimulation. From the first touch, Doug had become very still, as the powerful sensations captured all of his attention. He began breathing heavily as the strokes stimulated his prick, and his breathing turned into loud gasps as mine had. Doug began going "AH-AH-AH!" as Joe's hands flews over his captive prick, twisting the foreskin and all of its nerve endings to provide a rush of sensations that was rapidly sweeping Doug toward the brink. "His eyes just closed," I pointed out to Joe. "You're really having an effect on him." "Yeah, he's just seconds away, the way his prick is juicing now." Joe replied. Doug's pre-cum was overflowing his foreskin and flowing onto Joe's hands. "What are you going to do to him?" "This," I replied, as I placed my thumb on top of the base of Doug's shaft and pressed my index finger hard into his urethra on the underside. The flow of pre-cum stopped. "What about when he cums?" Joe asked. "I'll keep the pressure on until he's shot a couple of loads. He'll feel the pressure in his prick, and the juice might even leak back into his bladder. Anyway, he'll have a really hot sensation." I didn't know if Doug heard my words, but we had discussed blocking the ejaculation in the chat room, and discovered that we'd both enjoyed doing it to ourselves and to others. Doug had definitely withdrawn into himself as his storm neared, and I saw his legs begin to tremble. Joe's palms flew over the end of Doug's straining prick, and I saw the end of the glans showing through his foreskin had darkened. The veins stood out on his shaft, and Doug's grunts had become louder. I felt a powerful throb in Doug's shaft, and heard him go "HAAAAHHHH!" as the first spasm wracked his body. His hips bucked, but no jet emerged from his prick because I was blocking his tube. His head rocked from side to side as another hard throb went through his shaft. Doug bellowed as the third spasm went through him, and this time I released my grip. A long, heavy white stream gushed from his prick, arcing a foot into the air before falling onto the towel. Joe continued to twist Doug's thick foreskin over the dark, throbbing head, urging him to expel every hot drop. Doug shot several more thick jets, and Joe now skinned him back all the way to stretch the foreskin's nerve endings and make his cock-root throb more. The naked glans was dark purple, and the inverted foreskin was red on Doug's shaft as his last gushes poured from his slit. Doug was just dribbling now, a feeble ooze seeping from his slit, and he'd stopped his loud grunts. The sensations weakened, and he lay still. Joe let go of his prick, and Doug's thick, meaty glans fell into the pool of cum on the towel. We both knew his tip became terribly sensitive after a hot cum, at least as much as mine, and we thought he'd better clean his prick himself. Doug opened his eyes, looked at us, and murmured "Thanks." He then wiped his head and foreskin, pulling the hood forward to protect the precious head. The hot experience had left us drained. I pulled the sheet up over us, and we cuddled as we fell into a dreamless sleep.