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Tight Foreskin Club - Part 2

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by Jackinnm While we were waiting for Jim to come out of his daze, we explored each others� anatomies. Mike, whose soft prick had a small shaft and about two inches of slack and wrinkled foreskin dangling in front of the outline of the small head, now had about six respectable inches filling his foreskin, and his prick stood out at right angles to his body as he lovingly fingered mine. �You don�t lube much,� he said as he pushed my thick foreskin back to reveal my teardrop shaped slit. �No, but I think you do,� I riposted as I grasped his ample foreskin and slipped it back halfway along his dripping glans. �Your tip�s pretty red, though. Is that its normal color?� �Yep, it�s always that way, except when I get really excited. Then it turns darker red.� �All that lubricant keeps it pretty wet and shiny,� I said as I slipped his hood back farther beyond the rim of his cap shaped glans. �It�s probably very sensitive, too.� As I spoke, I was aware that nearby Sam was handling Andy�s cock, and that Andy had pushed Sam�s thick foreskin back to bare the thick head. �It�s really sensitive, almost as sensitive as Jerry�s,� answered Andy, his prick throbbing in response to my casual handling. When I ran my fingertip lightly across his slit he gasped and drew in his breath sharply. �That really hit you didn�t it?� I asked, already knowing the answer. �You bet it did,� he gasped as I flicked my fingertip across his slit again. �I can make Mike come just by doing that,� Sam said as he came over to stand beside me. �Want a demonstration?� �If it�s okay with both of you,� I said. I noticed that Jim had begun to climb off the table, apparently fully recovered from his shattering orgasm of a few minutes ago. �Okay, climb up on the table and we�ll do it,� Sam said to Mike. With no fingers holding back his foreskin, it had slipped forward and the limp flesh extended half an inch beyond the head. Once on the table, Mike turned his head to me and said: �I liked the way you gave Jim an extra thrill by stretching his skin back from the head. If you did that to me, Sam will be able to work on my head easier.� The others had taken their places around the table, and Jerry moved Mike�s legs apart to provide access to his scrotum, which was already tight from excitement. I grasped Mike�s prick and brought it upright, carefully and slowly skinning it back to expose the small red head. The orifice widened, spread by the slippery glans as it came into view. The rich odor of wet foreskin filled the air and both Sam and I took deep breaths, relishing the delightful aroma. �I love that smell,� said Sam. �I do too. It always makes me hot,� I added. �I�ll take care of Mike�s balls,� Jerry said as he cupped the tight scrotum. Andy began caressing the insides of Mike�s thighs as Sam fingered the slit-like orifice at the tip of the glans. He swiped his fingertip from side to side, distending and distorting the slit with each light stroke, as the head wasn�t as fully hard as it would be as he approached orgasm. More clear lubricant seeped from the slit, the excess running down his prick until it reached my fingers, which were holding the skin tightly stretched along the shaft. �Maybe you�d better start bumping the skin against his rim,� Sam suggested as he took the small sensitive bud between thumb and index finger, applying delicious friction to Mike�s overheated nerve endings. Mike squirmed on the table as the combined sensations filled his hard prick, and tension built in his body. Andy, who was standing at the head of the table caressing Mike�s nipples, commented: �The head�s already getting darker. You and Jack are doing a good job of getting him hot.� I�d begun a rhythmic stroking as I�d done with Jim�s prick, bringing the foreskin firmly back along the shaft to stretch it tightly, and then sweeping it up smoothly to bump against the inflamed rim. Jim, who stood next to me just watching, said: �I can tell you�re getting him excited. I know what that felt like a few minutes ago.� Mike�s shaft was rock-hard under the sliding skin, and I felt the little bumps of swollen blood vessels under the moving sheath. Mike�s breathing had deepened, and he moaned: �I won�t last long, guys. I�m already so hot from watching Jim and Jerry dropping their loads I�m almost at the edge.� Sam had now begun twirling his fingertips around Mike�s slippery, lubricated cock-head, causing the clear juice to flow in a steady stream. Jerry kneaded the tight scrotum firmly but gently, adding to the sensations filling Mike�s body, and Mike began to squirm more. �The tip�s really hard now,� said Sam as he caressed the head with his fingertips, and we heard Mike begin to moan. Jerry placed some paper towels on Mike�s stomach. �Bet it�s really intense for him,� Andy said. �I know I�d be moaning if that happened to me.� Mike had actually begun to go �AH-AH-AH,� each sharp intake of breath times with Sam�s strokes on his sensitive tip. The cried became louder as the sensations built up unrelentingly, and his face turned red. His jaw as clenched with tension, and his legs were trembling. From the corner of my eye I saw his toes curl. �AH-AH-AH,� he continued as Sam twirled his fingertips faster over the sensitive glans, heightening the sensations. Now Mike�s stomach muscles tightened, and his knees spread outward as he relinquished control over his body. Sam�s fingertips danced over Mike�s flaming red tip and Mike�s eyes closed as he continued his staccato moaning. �AH-AH-AH-HAAAAH!� he cried out as the sensations peaked and his red tip spewed a white jet onto the paper towels covering his stomach. Mike�s loud explosive cries filled the room as Sam drew the orgasm from his tortured prick, and I held the skin back to clear the throbbing head. I felt his hard shaft pulsing between my fingers as I increased the tension on the skin and stretched his nerve endings even more. More hot thick jets spewed from Mike�s distended slit, soaking the paper, as he discharged his life-force. Sam�s fingers closed around the neck of his throbbing prick, running around the rim to scrape the nerve endings. I saw Mike�s body lift off the table as he thrust hip hips up, stabbing at the air and shooting another long rope of white cream. We were all enraptured by the sight of a beautiful prick in spasm, discharging its loads while its owner writhed in ecstasy. Now Mike�s prick had stopped throbbing and spewing, instead merely dribbling white cream as it softened and the skin began slipping forward to cover the leaking tip. My prick had been pressed against the table as I�d worked on Mike, and I looked down to see the dome of my helmet peeping from the ring of partly retracted hood. �Looks like you�re leaking a little,� Sam said, peering down at my prick. �You must be really excited.� �Well, watching and feeling these guys blow their loads has an effect on me,� I said. �I don�t have much pre-come, but the longer I stay hard, the more comes out.� �You ready to blow your load?� Jerry asked. �You�ve been doing a lot of the work, and maybe you�re ready for some relief.� Mike was rousing himself from his daze, and Andy helped him off the table. Sam slipped his finger onto the top of my lubricated dome, insinuating it inside my foreskin. I felt a tingle of sensation as his fingertip caressed the many sensitive nerve endings around my cock-head, and my prick twitched in response. �Looks like you need relief,� Sam suggested as he continued to work his finger around my glans, stretching the foreskin as he probed deeper. �Get up on the table,� Andy said. �We�d all like to see that nice prick of yours shoot a load. I was reluctant to do it, but the intense pleasure of Sam�s exploring finger persuaded me. On the table, I let my arms hang down and spread my legs, as I knew Jerry would like to play with my balls. �This time I�ll bring you off,� Sam said,� since I started it. I guess you like what I�m doing,� he continued as his finger probed deeper into my foreskin, caressing my rim and making my tip tingle. I quivered with each probe of his finger, and I felt my balls contract further as Jerry cupped them in his gentle fingers. �Does this turn you on?� Andy asked as he caressed my nipples. Normally, my nipples aren�t sensitive, but now I was so turned on that every touch added to my excitement, and I nodded. Jim had stepped to the table and began slowly running his hand along the insides of my thighs, fueling my fire. �You�ve got a nice big tip, just like Jim�s,� Sam said as his fingertip described circles around my helmet, still covered by my foreskin. �I�m going to peel that long thick hood back so we can see it.� His finger pushed deeper, past the rim and into my groove as he spoke. �You�ve got a nice flaring rim,� he continued. �Now let�s get that skin back.� His other hands closed around my foreskin-covered head, handling my foreskin with his fingertips, as he eased it back slowly to expose the front dome. �Man look at that slit,� commented Andy, who was avidly staring at my prick. �Just like Jim�s, pouting and ready to shoot.� �Not yet,� I corrected him. �I�m hot, but I�ve still got a little way to go.� Sam had pulled my foreskin up to cover my glans again before pushing it back slowly, this time to the halfway point, exposing the twin lobes underneath where the two halves of my corona swept down to meet at the bottom. Now he pulled my hood up the glans again, hiding it from view. �This time I�ll get it down to the rim, guys,� he explained as his fingers once more pushed my hood down. �Look at how the skin stretches over that big head.� �It�s nice and purple,� said Mike, who stood at my feet, avidly watching Sam working on my prick. �The rim�s even darker purple,� said Sam as he pulled my foreskin all the way back to snap down into the deep groove behind my rim. �I like the way it flares,� added Mike. �That corona�s really big and beautiful.� �Look at the back of his rim,� urged Sam. �It�s even darker, almost black. He�s got a really deep groove, too, and the skin really stretches.� �I think he�s had a lot of practice stretching his skin,� laughed Jerry, who was still cupping my balls and kneading them gently. �Let�s see how his sac stretches.� He shifted his grip and grasped my scrotum between thumb and forefinger, pulling down towards my feet. At the sam time, Sam traced small circles around my pouting slit with the index finger of his other hand while still holding my foreskin tightly back. The combination of sensations made me moan, and I felt a tightness building in my crotch muscles. �Look at that big head,� Sam announced to all. �Without the skin over it, it�s really swollen. It feels very hard, too.� �He said he�s close,� added Jim, still caressing the insides of my thighs. �You can make him blow whenever you want.� �Ohhhh,� I moaned. �Just do it, whatever you want.� I was really enjoying the experience, and whatever they decided to do would be very pleasurable. �I�m going to work your dick the way we did Mike. I�ll work your skin against your rim and my fingers around the head until you blow your load. Feel that?� he asked as he began pumping my foreskin up and down, bumping my rim, while the fingers of his other hand caressed the swollen helmet. �Better use a little lube,� suggested Jerry, bringing a bottle of Astroglide out from a drawer in the cabinet. �You don�t want to risk irritating that precious head.� He poured a thin stream on my swollen head, and for a moment it felt cool before Sam�s fingers worked it in, bringing a welcome warmth to the surface of my glans.Now with four hot guys working on my body, I knew I wouldn�t last long, and I surrendered to the rush of sensations. �Your tip�s really hard, Jack, and so�s your shaft,� Sam advised me. �Just relax and let it happen to you.� �Ever have four guys working on your before?� Andy asked. I couldn�t speak anymore, so I nodded my head from side to side. �Just take it easy,� murmured Jerry, still stretching my scrotum. �We�ll be here for you when you blast off.� Sam�s fingertips produced a heavy tickling feeling in my tip, and I began gasping and moaning under the rush of sensations. My legs began trembling. �Try to stay relaxed,� advised Jerry. �I know it�s intense, but the more relaxed you are, the hotter it�ll be for you when you start shooting.� I knew he was right, but the tension built up in my body, and now my eyes closed. With my nipples, thighs, and scrotum being caressed, all of my attention moved to my prick, which felt hard and swollen, almost ready to burst. Sam�s fingertips had not stopped moving, and they caressed the area around my slit, moved down the dome, then underneath to hit my hot spot, and finally circled my rim, hitting all of its sensitive nerve endings. I was still moaning, �AH-AH-AH,� as the sensations built to a peak. My whole world was in my prick as a hot tingle began in the rim, then spread to the whole head, and I knew this was it. My entire body tightened, and a moment later my swollen helmet exploded. A hot spark of sensation filled it and shot down my shaft as I cried out helplessly, tumbling into the precipice as the first explosion in my cock-root propelled a jet through my prick. I felt my shaft and helmet throb hard as the gush poured from my slit, and I floated in a mass of sensation. Another mind-numbing shock went through my body as my cock-root contracted again, and another burning jet shot through my prick. I heard voices in the distance, but didn�t understand the words because I was in an altered state of consciousness, aware only of the hot throbbing sensations in my lower body. More jets burned their way up my tube, until I was exhausted, and I lay still, totally dazed. Slowly I became aware of the words around me: �Man he really shot!� �Yeah, just torrents of spunk.� �I felt that big tip throbbing hard.� �Good thing you stopped when you did. I think he was becoming too sensitive.� �He was really screaming when he came.� �Let�s get those paper towels off him.� I hadn�t even been aware that anyone had placed paper towels on me. I felt my prick begin to soften, and soon I opened my eyes as my daze faded. Sam was milking my prick, forcing the last drops from the hole in my shrinking tip, and when he�d finished my prick lay soft on my stomach. �The skin�s still back of his rim,� Jerry commented. �Yeah, with that big helmet, his rim flares so much it locks the skin behind it. Jim�s dick is that way too,� Sam said. �Now I�ll pull it forward to keep the head from getting dry.�