Trio Fantasy Session Gay Sex

by Matthew John Carmona

  After several minutes, Don's shaft became so runny with lubricant that my fingers slipped over his foreskin. I grasped his shaft-skin at the base and pulled it hard to uncap his glans, glossy with lubricant. I began running my fingertips slowly over every inch of the tender surface, keeping my touch very light so that I wouldn't precipitate his orgasm. As each tear appeared at the cock-eye at the end of his glans, I spread it over the delicate surface. At the same time, I felt my glans sloshing around inside the foreskin that Don kept stroking along its length. Despite the lubrication dulling the friction, we were both getting pretty hot, and it would be a guess as to who'd go first into the uncontrolled free-fall of orgasm.

  Don groaned, and I felt he was closer to the end than I. I slowed my touches, and asked:

  "Ready for it now? I can make you come in just a few seconds."

  "Oh, I'm ready to come, but try to stretch it out, will you? I want to enjoy the plateau as long as I can." I kept rubbing my fingertips over his hot, swollen glans, hitting different places so as not to tire out the nerve endings by excessive friction. I watched Don's face as I massaged his glans with my fingertip strokes, and saw his jaw tighten as his arousal built. His stomach muscles started to contract spasmodically, and I felt the surface of his mushroom head harden under my fingertips. He was in the final stage, anticipating the explosive release that was seconds away, while I ministered to his lovely cock. A steady dribble of clear fluid flowed from his opening, and I felt his shaft harden and tighten in my fist. His breathing was labored now, and I decided to go for broke.

  My fingers danced over his swollen tissues, and Don began going "Hah-hah-hah" as the orgasm rushed at him. I saw his legs trembling in uncontrollable spasms as I pumped more sensations into his cock-head. I felt his hand relax around my cock, and then drop away as the storm of orgasm occupied his entire attention. His penis throbbed hard in my hand, and I heard him groan, as a hard jet of jizm shot from his tip into my palm. His cock jerked again, and another hot surge of cream shot into my hand to drop onto the towel underneath. I saw his eyes were closed and his lips had drawn back, exposing his teeth, as spasm after orgasmic spasm wracked his body.

  More surges of white cream erupted from his prick, but with less force now that his tank was draining. The last few throbs in his prick produced only dribbles that fell directly on to the towel under his groin. He took a deep breath, then relaxed. I was surprised at how quickly Don recovered from the orgasm, because he was up and into the bathroom within seconds after the last drops had dribbled from his tip. I followed, watching as he washed his prick, dried it carefully, and applied another ring of tape around his extended foreskin.

  "Gotta keep it taped as many hours a day as I can," he explained. "The longer I keep the skin stretched out, the faster it'll take its new shape. Now let's take care of your prick." My erection had softened, and Don led me back to the bed, where I lay flat on my back as he began rolling my limp cock between his palms. This gave me pressure, friction, and stretching, all on the same nerve endings, and it had its effect. Within seconds, my cock was at full attention, the engorged head hungering for more. Don kept massaging my hot glans through the enveloping hood, as I gasped and groaned, helpless on the bed.

  The overwhelming intensity of the sensations in my dick washed out my conscious mind, leaving me in a vegetative state, a mass of sensations. I was unaware of the world around me, only the hot tingling feeling in my cock. Don brought me over the edge, and I cried out helplessly as the first hot throb in my cock-root sent a white jet shooting from my orifice. Some flowed under my foreskin, and I felt the hot liquid wash over my sensitive glans. More throbs followed, and it felt as if my cock-root was pumping out every drop of liquid in my body. The torrent of white juice filled my long hood and dribbled out the snug opening onto the towel.

  I don't know how long my orgasm lasted, nor when it ended. The transition from orgasm to the dazed state that followed was seamless, and I gradually became aware that Don had stopped rolling my prick between his hands but was pressing a finger up along the underside of the shaft, forcing out the last droplets. I opened my eyes and saw that he had my foreskin fully back, locked behind the ridge, and was dabbing at the white drops that oozed from my tip. He went into the bathroom, returning with a washcloth moistened with hot water, and wiped the thick cream off my still swollen glans. Then he pulled it forward to envelop my shrinking cock-head and we snuggled up for sleep.

  Sensitive Tip Masturbation

  When I get horny the head of my cock becomes very sensitive. The slightest touch, such as partly skinning back my foreskin when I pee, provokes intense and delicious feelings. Sometimes I even develop a pleasant mild itch in the corona, to remind me that I need relief. I hadn't had an orgasm for a week when I lay down last evening to masturbate and fantasize, and I looked forward to a big, blasting release that would empty out my tanks and tranquilize me for sleep. I had a big towel to catch the cream, and began by pulling gently on my foreskin's long nipple.

  Closing my eyes, I imagined that I was at the Men Only Nude Gathering (MONG) and had just met my room-mate on the first afternoon. I'd just hit my 61st Birthday, and MONG assigns room-mates by age bracket if there's no specific request. MONG had found that most guys would request someone younger, few asking for an older roomie, making it impossible to give each one what he wanted. However, I'd requested that my room-mate be uncut, and found that Dennis was about 28, only 5'6" or so, about half a foot shorter than I, but otherwise very well equipped.

  We'd introduced ourselves; he'd told me that he'd also requested an uncut room-mate, and my eyes dropped to his crotch as he undressed in the room where we were unpacking. I saw an average size cock, with a big glans bulge and a long, loose foreskin that extended well beyond the tip. I liked that, because having an uncut partner guaranteed that we'd be able to handle each other's foreskins skillfully, with no awkward hesitations, pauses, or interruptions. The atmosphere at MONG is very open, unlike in other naturist gatherings where sex and sex talk are practically taboo, and Dennis spoke up as soon as he observed my cock:

  "Nice foreskin, but it looks tight. Can you skin it back easily?" I wasn't surprised at the question, considering how loose and floppy his hood appeared to be.

  "Oh, yes, no problem," I answered.

  "It's tight, but skins back right down to the groove behind the head. I like it snug, because that gives me just the right amount of pressure when I move it back and forth."

  "I've gotta pee," I added, skinning my hood back to what I call "half-cock, with the tight ring of skin lodged firmly behind the twin lobes on the underside of my glans, leaving the flaring rim fully encased. I went into the attached bathroom and sat on the toilet.

  "I always sit down to pee," I explained.

  "That way there's no splatter. Dennis had followed me, watching what I did.

  "Mine's pretty loose," he said, as he grasped his cock and peeled back the long hood to reveal a large bell-shaped head, beginning to swell under his handling.

  "I stretched it gradually over the years," he added.

  "I like having it nice and loose, and every time I peed I put a couple of fingers in it and pulled out to the sides. Then I had it stretched enough so that I could squeeze a ping-pong ball inside, and that finished the stretching and kept it really loose." He stepped up to the sink and I saw a thick yellow stream shoot from his tip to hit the back of the bowl at the same time that I let mine go.

  "Looks like your cock needs attention," I remarked.

  "It's growing fast." As he peed, his cock had continued to grow, and I watched, fascinated, was he finished, squeezed the residue from his tube, and ran the water for a few seconds. I'd finished too, and after a quick squeeze, stood up.

  "I haven't come in a week, saving up for this vacation," Dennis replied.

  "Now it looks like I need relief right away." I saw his cock at almost full-mast now, the skin still retracted behind the bulging glans.

  "Mine needs relief
, too," I said, and went on to explain that I had also been saving up my cream as he had, and how my tip had become extra-sensitive. I also had the familiar itch in the rim, one that touching only made more intense.

  "I've got that coronal itch too. We've got a couple of hours before orientation and dinner. Let's do it now, if that's okay with you," he suggested. I saw that a drop of clear fluid had parted the lips of the opening at the end of his still naked glans.

  "Okay if I close the door?" There was an unwritten rule at MONG, that there were no locks on doors and that it was all right to walk into anyone's room if the door was open, but that a closed door meant "Do Not Interrupt." I nodded, and Dennis pushed the door shut, then walking over to me and grasping my long foreskin nipple between thumb and forefinger, applying a rolling motion that moved the skin sideways over the head underneath.

  A tingling feeling began, and my cock began to respond. I reached out and pulled the thick ring of foreskin from behind his high rim down over the tapering head, stretching it out beyond the end. I knew that would give him a thrill in his foreskin nerve endings as well as his sensitive glans. I slipped it back slowly, baring the nose of his glans, and saw that his pee-slit had enlarged to a teardrop shape, like mine, filled with clear liquid. A tickle in my cock-root told me that my cock was secreting pre-lube as well.

  Our cocks were swelling quickly, and soon we were fully hard, and eager for release. Dennis full-fisted my cock, peeling my foreskin back slowly from the end, watching as the tight nipple enlarged as the blunt nose of my cock-head poked through. He stopped and allowed my hood to go forward again to make a tight pucker beyond the end. We each had about six inches from base to the tip of the cock-head, not counting the ample foreskins that stretched beyond them.

  I sat on one of the two bunk beds and pulled him toward me to study his cock more closely. Slipping his skin fully forward to engulf his tapering cock-head and the drop of lubricant, I then slowly skinned it back, spreading the clear fluid over his moist and sensitive tip, inhaling and savoring the delicious odor of natural cock.

  "Your prick smells delicious," I said as I leaned forward and licked at the next drop to appear in his hole. In a fantasy, you can do things you wouldn't dare in real life. Dennis moaned softly as my tongue probed at his hole and traced small circles around it. He sat next to me, holding my cock and working the tight hood back from the big blunt end. My wet purple cock-head came into view and he said:

  "I like that. Looks like a helmet type to me." The difference between our cock-heads was that his rim went almost straight down to the weld mine underneath, giving the effect of a bell's rim. Mine swept down at an angle and the two halves met in big twin lobes forward, giving the effect of a helmet. He continued to skin it back, the snug hood stretching over the swollen contours of my glans, until the ring of foreskin popped over the high, flaring rim and snapped back into the groove behind it.

  I was now stroking his cock, back and forth, directing the loose sleeve of skin fully over the big purple bell and beyond the end, where it formed a large, wrinkled pucker. I drew it back, sliding the foreskin over the sensitive surface as Dennis continued to moan.

  "My tip's really tingly now, and the itch in my rim is so strong I don't think I can hold off much longer," he said.

  "I'm getting that terrific urge to pee." I knew what he meant, because when I neared orgasm, no matter how much I tried to relax to prolong the anticipation, an overpowering urge to pee hit me just before I shot my load. He squirmed, and I wrapped my free arm around his waist and walked him to the bathroom. We stopped in front of the sink and I said:

  "Okay, just shoot in there. I'll help you come fast." I let go of his prick and put my outstretched hand underneath as I placed my other on top, beginning to roll his cock between my palms. I picked up the pace, twisting his loose foreskin over the hard core of his cock, and saw him get on tip-toe as the sensation hit him. His jaw clenched, and he let go of my cock to place both hands against the wall behind the sink.

  The rotating motion was stretching the millions of nerve endings in his foreskin as well as rubbing and compressing his ridge. Now I stroked faster, knowing that the sideways friction of his skin over the sensitive ridge would bring the climax within seconds. Rolling a guy's prick was the fastest, most powerful way to make him come quickly, in my experience.

  "Almost there," he muttered through clenched teeth. I pulled my hands back slightly to bare the end of his engorged cock-head, while I continued to twist the foreskin over his inflamed ridge. The tip of his glans was dark purple, and I felt the core of his cock swell and harden even more between my palms. A steady ooze of lubricant dribbled from his tip into the sink, and then I felt his prick pulse between my palms. A thick white rope shot from his hole to hit the far side of the sink, then his prick pulsed again, and a thick dribble flowed from his tip.

  Dennis cried out as his back arched, his thighs pressing against the sink as if to thrust his cock deeper into my palms as the orgasm hit him with full fury. His cock throbbed again, and another gush of cream drooled from his hole. I felt him shudder, and I changed grips, wrapping my right hand fully around his foreskin and pumping with a twisting stroke as my other arm wrapped around his waist to steady him. The intense and violent sensations of orgasm were disorienting him, and I felt him sag against me, as his knees buckled.

  "Easy, good buddy," I reassured him as I held him against me, preventing him from collapsing.

  "I've got you. Just relax and enjoy the ride." His cock throbbed again, letting loose a week's worth of thick chlorine-smelling semen, and the familiar odor of chlorine floated up to me as a large pool of his juice collected in the sink. His cock pulsed again as the jizm began going down the drain, and I skinned his hood back hard, to make the gee-string pull his glans down. I saw his big bell-shaped head dip as I pulled hard, and he shuddered again with the sensations. Another gush erupted from his hole, and the pulses slowed to a slow ooze as the last drops fled his body.

  "Drain your balls, good buddy?" I asked as I slowed my strokes, tightening my grip to pull the last drops along his tube. When I was sure he wouldn't fall, I knelt to lap the residue from his dark purple tip, skinning him all the way back so that I could get the coating of cream and lube out of the groove behind his rim. When I'd licked all of the thick, viscous fluid from his big purple bell, I slipped the protective hood back over it.

  "Thanks, Jack," he said.

  "Now it's your turn." My cock had remained fully hard and ready to go, and luckily he'd let go while I was doing him or I might have shot my load with his. He skinned my hood all the way back, then tugged harder to bare the deep groove behind my rim. Two fingers of the hand holding my foreskin back tickled the hairs on my balls as he moved around behind me, and I felt his prick pressing into the crack between my cheeks. Now he brought his other hand around to touch my dick and plunged a fingertip into the groove, running it lightly around the circumference, down to the gee-string underneath and back up the other side.

  This light and teasing touch, where hardly anyone had ever touched me before, was supremely exciting, and my cock-root tickled as it released more lubricant. I faced the sink as Dennis's fingertips picked up the lube from my orifice and spread it all over my bulging tip, lightly stimulating one set of nerve endings after another because he never lingered in one spot. I knew that Dennis was a master at giving a hand job because he knew that nerve endings become fatigued with repeated stimulation, and he constantly moved to fresh ones. Now one finger traced small circles around my hole; next he worked all five fingertip around my inflamed rim, and I gasped at the intensity of the feeling.

  "I can feel your tip's getting harder," he said.

  "Any second now." I knew he was right, because despite my efforts to stay relaxed, I was getting an urge to pee, although I knew no stream would come with my cock fully hard. The color of my cock-head had darkened, and I felt the tightening in my balls as they drew up against my body. His fingers continued their madden
ing caress over my inflamed glans, and the hot tingle exploded, traveling down to my cock-root.

  "Go," I heard him say as the heavy pounding began in my cock-root, and the first huge gush poured from my hole, dribbling into the sink. My eyes closed and I heard myself cry out in pure joy as the full force of sensations numbed my mind, leaving me entranced by my orgasm. My cock throbbed again and another hot lava jet burned its way up my tube as I felt Dennis' fingers continue to tease and torture my glans. He pulled back harder on my skin, tensing my gee-string to pull the big head downward, and another surge of cream poured from the end. He was an expert, and he had me in his power. I felt his body press hard against mine, pinning me to the sink as I sagged, helpless as the frenzy of orgasm shook me, and he murmured:

  "Love it, just love it." His fingers continued their dance on my swollen cock-head, tapping here, rubbing there, probing the deep groove behind the rim, and finally encircling the rim to apply a hard twist that made me yelp. I don't know how long it lasted, but I was completely spent when my throbs had slowed to light spasms and I felt him release me.

  I grasped the sink to make sure I didn't fall, while Dennis squeezed the last drops from my tube, turned me around, and led me to one bunk, where he cleaned my slimy glans with his tongue before sliding the hood over it. I saw his half-hard cock a couple of feet from my face and looked at the clock. We still had an hour and a half to go, and he seemed to have more juice to drain. Grasping his prick by the long, floppy foreskin, I pulled him to me.

  "Yours still needs more action," I said as I squeezed the big head through its fleshy covering. It quickly came to attention, and I guided Dennis to a sixty-nine position beside me on the narrow bunk. His cock was inches from my eyes as I pulled the skin back over his rapidly swelling core. The odors of semen and lubricant from his glans and foreskin turned me on. I felt him do the same to mine, which responded almost as quickly.