Clark

I lay back in my recliner as I usually did each Saturday afternoon, ready for another hot fantasy about my cyber pals. This time, I wanted a three-way between myself, "Naturalman," and a new guy, Clark, whom I'd met on the net. Clark was also uncut, and a perfect partner with whom to share an afternoon's hot mutual foreskin stroking session.

"Naturalman's" name was Bob, and we'd arranged to go to Clark's house that afternoon. Clark greeted us at the door, wearing only a bathrobe, and told us to go into his bedroom:

"Go ahead and start stripping down. I've got to get a few towels and some lube, and I'll be there in a minute." We went into the room he showed us, and we saw a king-size bed in the center. We began shedding our clothes, and were naked in just a minute, the time it took Clark to come in. Bob's about 5'7", well built because he works out regularly, while I'm about 6'2" and have a definite roll of middle-aged flab. Bob's 53, and I'm 62.

Bob's salt and pepper hair contrasted with my thinning white hair, but our cocks look alike, small when soft, and with nippled foreskins that still cover our bulging helmets when hard. My erection's exacly six inches, while Bob's is slightly less. Bob and I looked at Clark as he disrobed. He'd told us he was 49, and we saw that his blond hair was turning gray. Clark was about 5'10, medium build, about 180 lbs., and limp his cock was a small, tapered white worm. He looked at us through his glasses, and studied our crotches as avidly as we studied his. Unlike Clark's smoothly tapered cock, ours had significant bulges where the heads showed through the thick foreskins. The flaring ridges of our helmets described semi-circles on the tops of our cocks, and the long foreskins tapered to thick nipples.

We sat facing each other on the bed, legs intertwined, and Clark's cock began to swell even before we touched it, the thin hood retracting as the nose of his acorn-shaped glans appeared. Unlike our big purple helmets, Clark's was small and pink, and the ridge was flat, not flaring. Clark reached out and rolled the nipple of my long foreskin between thumb and forefinger, and I reciprocated by squeezing his pink and shiny glans rhythmically to make his cock-root throb. Then I grasped his shaft skin and pulled down, watching as his gee-string made the cock-head dip down towards his balls. I felt his cock throb as the nerve endings stretched. I watched, fascinated, as a drop of clear fluid slowly emerged from his slit, parting the lips. Clark's other hand began stripping the skin back from Bob's bulging cock-head, and the odor of fresh, clean, man-flesh filled the air. Mine was now fully hard, and I told Clark:

"Just skin it back a little, then forward again, then back a little more. I like the feel of my skin's nerve endings stretching when you do that," I said to Clark. He peeled my foreskin back in stages, gradually baring my smooth glossy head, until the thick hood snapped back into the deep groove behind the high, flaring rim.

"Nice," he said.

"I like the way your hole looks." He'd noticed how my slit had pouted into a teardrop shaped orifice as my glans had engorged. He ran his fingertip lightly over my rim.

"I've never seen those little bumps before," referring to the buds of sensation studding my corona, sensitive nerve endings that thrilled to his touch. He ran his finger lightly over the nerve endings.

"Some guys have them, and others have smooth rims," I replied.

"They're very sensitive." A drop of clear fluid had parted the lips of Clark's slit, and I spread it in small circles with my fingertip. He sighed in pleasure, and I cupped his balls with my other hand. Bob clamped his fist around the base of Clark's 6 1/2" cock, and the pressure on the veins made the head turn darker pink. His thin slit oozed a flow of clear lube that parted the lips and flowed down over the tapered head.

"You're so worked up I think you should go first, Clark," I said as I picked up Clark's cock with my left hand, holding it at about a 45 degree angle to his stomach. My right hand was poised over his shiny pink cock-head.

"We uncut guys have really sensitive tips," I said, as I began working Clark's glans with my fingertips, running them around his rim, then underneath, then stroking the top side of his pink head. Clark had begun moaning, and rocking his head from side to side. Bob spread a towel over his chest and stomach, then cupped his balls gently.

I felt Clark's shaft throb lightly with each touch on his tender tip, and I knew he was heading towards his climax, but his natural lube was beginning to dry. Bob used his other hand to drip several drops of glycerin lube on Clark's hot swollen tip. We both knew that dry friction was irritating, not erotic, and we wanted Clark to have a super, blasting orgasm. Clark was now really into it, gasping hard:

"AH-AH-AH," as I worked my fingertips over his tender glans. I saw his eyes close and his lips draw back from his teeth as I pushed him relentlessly toward orgasm. His gasps came faster now, and his voice increased in pitch as he rushed uncontrollably towards the brink. The color of his hot glans changed from pink to purple as his excitement neared its peak.

I felt his swollen cock-head harden under my touch, losing its spongy feel, and I slowed my touches to prolong the moment of anticipation. Clark's body tensed, then his hips bucked as he cried out in joyful agony and his cock throbbed hard in my hand. The first thick white jet shot from his hole onto his chest and he yelled "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH" as the rush of sensations overwhelmed him. His glans throbbed hard between my fingers and spit another load of juice, then another. The odor of chlorine filled the air as Clark's cock emptied itself in huge spurts onto the waiting towel. When he'd stopped shooting, I milked his cock, pressing my finger into the tube under the shaft to force out the dribbles. His body relaxed as he opened his eyes.

"Look at the load you shot," I said.

"You really shot long streams of white juice." "WOW! What hit me?" he murmured.

"You two guys made me explode harder than I ever did in my life." "That was the idea," I said.

"Now let's get to work on Bob. He looks like he really needs release." Bob didn't need further urging to lie back and spread his legs. His hooded cock was flat on his stomach, awaiting our loving touches. Clark grasped the edges of Bob's thick hood and spread them, peering inside at the dome of the big helmet. I cupped Bob's balls as Clark continued to play with the foreskin.

"Man, you really have a big head and lots of skin to cover it," he said as he drew back the hood and let it snap behind the flaring corona.

"I like the way your tip flares out. It looks so sexy." Clark ran a fingertip around Bob's dark purple rim, lightly touching the gee-string underneath, then coming up the other side while caressing the back face of the rim. Bob's eyes rolled in his head and he gasped at the hot sparks of sensation that stabbed deeply into his glans with each touch. Clark pulled back harder on Bob's shaft skin, making the big helmet dip down towards his balls. Bob's teardrop filled with lube.

"Hey, you've got a teardrop hole just like Jack's," he commented.

"That really looks sexy." His fingertip spread the flowing lube around the hole, then all over the shiny purple head as it continued to flow.

"Bob's not going to need any extra lube," I said.

"He makes enough of his own." Clark pumped Bob's thick hood up over the swollen head, then yanked it back, making the head dip again. He used his fingertips to massage the naked head, making Bob groan in delight. I squeezed Bob's balls very gently, and ran a fingertip lightly over the skin behind them. Bob's hips bucked, and he groaned loudly as the sensations filled him. I caressed the insides of his thighs as Clark continued to work his fingertips over the swollen naked head, hitting every sensitive spot. The delicious male aroma of Bob's wet cock reached me, and made me hotter. I knew what Bob was feeling, and just thinking about his impending orgasm almost made me climax right then, because I'd just watched Clark's orgasm.

"Can you smell Bob's cock," I asked.

"Yeah, love that smell," Clark replied as he continued to work his fingertips over the purple glans.

"Look, now the head's getting darker," Clark observed.

"I can feel it also getting harder. He's really close." "Slow down so you don't lose him too soon," I suggested as Bob's helpless cries filled the room.

"He's right on the edge." Bob's eyes were closed, and his head rocked from side to side as the hot agony of orgasm overwhelmed him. I felt his body shudder. The throbs from his cock-root reached my fingers as I cupped his balls, and I felt them contract even more as his hips lifted off the bed. We'd forgotten to spread a towel over him, and I watched the first hot stream arc in the air and land on his chest, wetting the hairs. Bob yelled in helpless joy as a second thick stream shot from his dark purple tip.

Bob's loud "YAAAHHHH" rang in my ears as Clark's fingertips relentlessly pulled the orgasm from him. The gushes slowed, then stopped, and Bob relaxed. Clark let go, and I grasped his shaft carefully, aware that his tip was too tender to touch at the moment. My fingertip ran up the underside of his shaft, milking the drops of lubricant from his tube. Clark wiped Bob's chest with a towel, then touched it to his flowing tip to catch the dribbles. As Bob's cock softened, I slipped the hood over the head.

"Man, I'm glad I was never cut," Bob said as he opened his eyes.

"That was so sensitive!" Clark looked at me as Bob sat up.

"Now we go to work on you, and man do I have a surprise for you!" He spread a towel over my chest and stomach. I lay supine on the bed. Bob sat on my left and poured a stream of lubricant over the end of my prick, saturating the glans and foreskin.

"Your turn," said Bob as he stabilized my shaft with his left hand and began working the fingertips of his right hand lightly over my engorged purple helmet.

"Man, you've got a big one," Clark said as Bob's fingers circled my rim, then probed underneath the head to press the hot button there. His thumb wiped across my pouting slit, spreading the clear droplet that had filled it. Clark approached from my right side, holding a big, industrial strength vibrator about a foot long. He pressed the vibrating head against the underside of my shaft behind the glans and turned it on. A heavy, intense buzzing filled my shaft and glans, and it made me cry out sharply in blissful agony as my hard, engorged prick throbbed in response. It felt as if I was going to explode that very second, but I didn't, as the build-up had a few seconds to go.

"Man, look at that cock-head get darker," Clark commented as he kept pressing the vibrator against the underside of my shaft. Bob's fingers were still dancing over my tortured glans as the vibrations filled my prick, and I felt myself slowly propelled into the free fall of orgasm. My eyes closed, and I was helpless as the sensations overwhelmed me.

A hot tingle tore into my glans, which was swollen more than it ever had been, and felt ready to burst. My cock-root throbbed in hard spasms and I felt the hot rush of cream filling my tube. The stream burned its way up to part the lips of my hole as it erupted into the air. My conscious mind was on "HOLD" as another hot gush shot from my throbbing glans.

Bob's fingers never let up, and I felt the hot sensations from his fingertips competing with the heavy rush from the vibrator. I heard myself cry out helplessly in the distance, and I floated on waves of sensation as my prick throbbed in hot release and burning juice shot up my tube. I was totally helpless in their hands, as they tortured the orgasm from my throbbing prick. Gradually, the sensations faded, and I came back to the real world. I was alone in my recliner, the paper towels covering my chest wet with my hot cream. My cock still throbbed slightly, and I felt more drops of juice crawling up my tube, but it was over. I'd had another fantasy session with two of the hottest guys I'd ever known.

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written by jackinnm