Murgatroyd, the big old black farm cat, strolled in. He inspected Sid and then began to purr. The cat only purred when he breathed out so it was an odd sound. He even let Sid pat him which was almost unheard of. I put a big helping of raw beef mince in his dish and Murgatroyd settled down to eat it all up. Then he had a drink of fresh milk.
I wound the clock and got ready to go to bed.
"Would you like to sleep in a bed tonight?" I asked Sid.
"Normally I just bunk down in the back of the van".
"It'd be no trouble".
"That would be great". He smiled at me. "Thanks, Cyril".
I showed him the spare bedroom. He frowned.
"No sense in me dirtying the sheets, just for one night. All right if I bunk in with you?"
"Sure", I said, leading the way to the bedroom.
We both stripped naked and climbed into the big double bed. It was still daylight and the room was not dark.
"Want to have some fun?" Sid asked.
"Fun" ?
"You know".
His hand reached over and stroked my penis.
"It won't do anything", I said. "Never has".
"Well, roll over, then".
'Here we go', I thought. My cheeks clenched like they used to do with Bert. I rolled over anyway. I felt Sid's hands gently massage my buttocks until I relaxed. He rubbed his finger over my wrinkled anus. Then he got into position and used his warm moist tongue on my secret place. I felt the warm tip of his tongue penetrate my anal opening.
Nothing else had ever felt so good. His tongue made slurping noises as he introduced me to this most carnal of pleasures. His hands reached around and I felt his fingers gently tweak my nipples. All the while his tongue continued to bathe my fundament. I felt my penis stir and harden.
"Stop!" I cried.
"What's the matter?" Sid's voice was muffled.
"My dick's gone hard".
"Good!", he said with satisfaction. My bum could do with a rogering. Where do you keep the petroleum jelly?"
"Uh?" I thought for a bit. "In the bathroom cabinet".
Quick as a flash, Sid returned with the jar. "Here, put this on your old fella". He crouched on all fours with his bottom in the air. I could see his pink rosebud inside his hairless crease. Like a dream I positioned my greased nob against it. He pushed back and my dick entered him with a plop. I continued on until my nuts slapped his arse-cheeks.
"Am I hurting you?" I asked, remembering what Bert used to do to me.
"A little but that'll soon wear off. Does that feel nice?"
'Nice!' My penis felt like it was lodged in a hot, tight tunnel lined with the finest velvet.
"Yes," I replied.
Sid's inner muscles swirled around my manhood. I started thrusting, slowly at first but then full strokes. I knew enough not to want to hurt like my brother had. I felt Sid responding by moving under me. Nothing in my life had ever felt so good. Then I felt my balls start to churn and I squirted a big load of virgin spunk up Sid's willing bum-hole. Fireworks exploded as I became totally overwhelmed with the sensation of my first orgasm.
I lay on top of Sid.
"Stay there", he said. "You'll be ready to go again in a minute".
And I was!
Afterwards, I asked Sid if he wanted up me.
"No, ta. I'd like a wank though".
He put some petroleum jelly on my hand and I gently tugged his erect penis. I found myself kissing him right on the lips. I licked his nipples. Eventually, he gave a groan and filled my hand with his spunk.
Sid reached for the chamber pot which every home had under their beds in those days. He did not squat on the floor like I used to but used the pottie so that I could see him expel my seed from his anus. I found that deeply erotic. Then he climbed back into bed, I hugged him in my arms.
My mind was at peace after the miracle of having finally achieved an erection and emptying my nuts in those wondrous orgasms. I didn't really believe in miracles. I figured out that somehow Bert had controlled me so much he turned me into the feminine one. That was the reason why it had never happened before. I held Sid tighter and we both slept until morning.
Sid left after breakfast. What could I say to a young man who had awakened my manhood and given me an interest in living again?
"Goodbye Sid".
"'Bye Cecil".
We shook hands the way that strangers do and he drove off in the van. I fed Murgatroyd again. He tended to forget that he'd already eaten. Then whistling a jaunty tune, I did my chores.
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I'd spent many satisfying hours on the Internet Chat, and had made some friends. Mostly, we lived too far apart to meet in person, but we all fantasized about meeting, and enjoying mutual jacking sessions. Now it was another Saturday afternoon, and I lay back in my recliner with some paper towels and drifted off into my fantasy world...
Bob and Rick were two guys with whom I'd enjoyed gratifying jack-offs on the chat. The main reason was that we were all uncut, and were able to relate to each other because we know the subtle and pleasurable nuances of an intact cock. This time, my fantasy was that we'd arranged to meet in a city convenient to us all. We'd agreed to split the cost of a luxury hotel suite to make it affordable. I'd arrived first, and arranged for the others to pick up their keys at the desk while I lounged in the suite's hot tub.
Bob came in next, and I saw him shedding his clothes in the bedroom before he came out to the tub. Bob was 53, younger than I, and had a trim, athletic figure and salt and pepper hair. Our pricks were about the same limp, three inches, part of which was the long foreskin nipple in front of the cock-heads that bulged through our hoods. Bob eased into the water on my right and our thighs touched as we made small talk and fondled each other's cocks until they were hard. The hot water relaxed us, and I felt Bob's fingers clasp my foreskin nipple and begin rolling it. I squeezed his glans through the covering skin to make his cock-root throb.
We turned our heads as the door rattled, and watched Rick enter. Our eyes were on him as he stripped and we saw his trim six-foot, 170 lb. frame appear. He had blue eyes and what was left of his hair was brown. My eyes are brown and my hair white. Rick also had seniority, as at 63 he was two years older than I. Unlike Rick, I weighed 215 lb. and had a middle-aged roll around my waist. Rick's tapering 3" cock dangled in front of his low-hanging ball sac, without a hint of the glans underneath the skin. He peered into the swirling water as he took his place on my left. I introduced them, as they'd never met. Rick looked at me questioningly and I grasped his prick with my left hand, feeling for the head. I gave it a few brisk squeezes, hearing him gasp at the sharp sensations this generated in his cock-root.
"Feels nice, huh?" I asked as I continued to squeeze and felt his prick swell in my hand. Our cocks had swelled in the hot water, and the stimulation had brought them to full attention.
"Ready to get up?" asked Bob as he gave my prick-head another squeeze. I looked at Rick, who nodded affirmatively, and answered; "Okay. Let's go." As we stood, we took in each other's hardness.
Rick's six-inch cock curved slightly left, and the opening in his foreskin widened to reveal his long slit as it slid half-way down the head. The musky aroma of foreskin filled the air, and now that his prick was full-hard, we saw that the head was slightly wider than the shaft. My six-incher had a straight shaft, and the bulging helmet was definitely thicker than the shaft but still fully covered by its hood, which formed a tight pucker at the end. Bob's hard-on was slightly shorter than mine, about the same medium thickness, and the same big bulging helmet that showed the outline of its ridge through the tight skin.
"Glad to see your skin is tight, like ours," Bob said to Rick as he rolled the end of Rick's foreskin between his fingers. "I think it feels better that way."
"It gives just the right pressure to the head," Rick replied. "That way, I can slide it with just two fingers and the friction on the head is perfect."
"Jack likes to have his hood
skinned back slowly so he can feel its nerve endings stretch as the big head spreads the skin." Bob demonstrated by slipping my foreskin back just enough to expose the teardrop shaped hole, then pushing it forward again.
"That feels so good," I added as I cupped Bob's balls. Bob replied by skinning my prick back farther this time, baring the big blunt nose.
"I like your pee-hole," Rick said. "It's just like mine." Bob pushed my hood forward again, then eased it back to stop just in front of the ridge. Rick's fingertip tapped on the end of my rock-hard glans, filling it with sensation.
"His helmet's a lot like mine," Bob explained to Rick. "See how the big ridge flares?" He pushed the hood forward again, then stripped it back to drop into the deep groove behind my flaring purple ridge.
"Lovely," Rick whispered. "I really like that." I gave Rick's cock-head another squeeze through the covering skin and suggested:
"We ought to take a shower, wash those chemicals off us." Bob and Rick sniffed the odors of bromine and chlorine emanating from our still damp bodies and nodded agreement. The shower was a large glass enclosure that held the three of us with room to spare. I adjusted to water to as hot as the tub had been, and we rinsed off under the needle spray. Our cocks had begun to soften and the hot water on the head produced a familiar urge in my bladder.
"Anyone have to pee?" I asked as I slid my hood forward and pinched the end tightly. I relaxed my crotch muscles and felt the flow begin, filling the fleshy sleeve until it ballooned. Rick did the same, and I saw his thick hood bulge.
"Look at mine!" Bob said, and we turned our eyes to his crotch, where his fingers pinched the end of his foreskin. Mine was stretching so much it began to feel uncomfortable, and I let go, watching the heavy yellow gush drop down to the drain. A moment later, Rick and Bob released and retracted their hoods. Our three streams mixed in the bottom of the shower pan as we emptied ourselves, and we left our hoods skinned back to rinse our cocks thoroughly. We left them that way as we dried ourselves, enjoying the sight of our three big glossy purple tips dangling at the ends of our cocks.
"My tight skin acts like a tourniquet when it's back," I said. "See how it makes the head bulge?"
"Mine's the same way," added Rick, and we turned to look at Bob's swollen purple helmet, with the tight collar of skin behind the ridge.
We spread towels on the bed to catch our juices and sat facing each other, legs intertwined, and my right hand fell to Bob's cock and began pinching the head again. Bob slipped Rick's hood forward with his right hand, and cupped his low-hangers with his left. Rick in turn slid my hoof forward and began rolling it sideways over the head. Within seconds we were full-hard again, and I felt a drop of lube crawling slowly up my urethra. Rick held my hood back and began to tap lightly on my exposed glans, working from the big round dome at the front down to the flaring ridge, then underneath to my hot spot.
I skinned Bob's hood back and saw that his slit was pouting with clear drops that parted its thick lips. I spread the drop of lube around his teardrop shaped orifice, making him gasp with delight. As more lube appeared, I spread it all over his glossy purple head, watching as it darkened under my touch. "That looks so nice," Rick said as he stared at Bob's swollen head. "You're lucky to have such a beautiful tip on your cock." He continued tapping my cock-head with his fingertips, and I heard myself moan as the sensations filled me glans.
"Yours is nice too," Bob said as he continued to tease Rick's foreskin back and forth slowly over the shiny head. Rick took a deep breath and shuddered slightly. We continued to work each other's pricks, delicately and carefully, wanting to keep the sensations coming but without the mad rush towards orgasm that would finish it too soon for us.
"It's nice to take our time," said Rick as he squeezed my shaft to compress the veins and make the head stand out more. "I like to take my time too," agreed Bob. "Oh, I know," I said. "A nice long build-up makes the orgasm more intense." My fingers continued to explore the sexy contours of Bob's cock-head, working around the big dome, then back to the ridge, into the deep groove behind it, and caressing the hot spot under the head.
"I jacked my prick the other morning with that rolling motion you told me about," Rick said to me as his fingers danced over my cock-head. "I've got just enough skin to cover the head if I hold it in place, and it felt so good." Bob pulled Rick's hood up over the bulging head, testing its fit. The sleeve slid smoothly up over the contours, and then Rick's head was hidden underneath, the flaring ridge bulging through its protective covering.
"I'd really enjoy if you guys made me come with that rolling motion," he said. "Well, it looks like Rick goes first," I suggested to Bob. I let go Bobs prick and gently pushed Rick flat on the bed, grasping his shaft at the base. I squeezed because I knew he'd enjoy the feeling as more blood filled his cock. Bob straddled Rick's thighs and he cupped Rick's balls lovingly, caressing the insides of his thighs with the other hand.
I moved to Rick's right and grasped the end of his foreskin-covered prick firmly between my palms, making sure the skin didn't slide back, then began moving my palms in opposite directions. I felt his prick throb responsively in my hands as I began pouring hot sensations into it. Rick lay with his arms outstretched, enjoying the feeling. Bob spread a towel over his chest and stomach to catch the juice that would shortly be gushing from his engorged prick.
"Try to relax," I urged Rick, "That way it'll be better for you." I moved my hands faster, knowing that this would drive him to orgasm quickly despite his efforts at relaxation. I knew what he was feeling in his prick, as I vividly remembered how my prick had felt when my buddy Stan had done that to me. I saw that Bob's scrotum was tightening in Bob's cupped hand, drawing his balls tightly against his body.
I twisted Rick's foreskin back and forth between my palms, and saw that the end of his cock-head was visible in the wide opening. His slit was leaking lots of lube now, filling his foreskin as I twisted it over the engorged head. I went faster and saw that Rick's eyes had closed as waves of sensation washed over him.
"He's close, real close," Bob muttered as he continued to caress Rick's inner thighs. "He's gonna explode any second." I felt Rick's cock swelling to its final hardness between my palms, and worked his supple hood faster. Rick groaned loudly, his body stiffened, and suddenly his hips bucked, thrusting his hard cock between my palms. I heard him cry out "Jack, Jack!" in joyful agony as his mind-numbing orgasm began. His head rocked from side to side as his prick erupted, sending a thick rope of white cream onto his chest.
His hips bucked upward again, and this time the hood slid abruptly off the swollen head, which now lay naked between my palms. I rolled his prick harder, knowing that the direct friction on the head would send him to new heights of ecstasy. His hot glans throbbed in my hands as it spat another torrent of cream, and I could vicariously feel his orgasm. Bob's fist tightened around the base of Rick's shaft as the hot hard prick shot another load.
The room filled with Rick's cries of pure joy as I tortured his naked, sensitive cock-head between my palms. He writhed helplessly as wave after wave of sensation filled his shuddering body. His face was contorted in the sweet agony of orgasm as Bob and I watched his cock spurt again and again. White cream had spilled all over my hands and I rubbed it into his throbbing glans to make him spew even more.
The throbs weakened, and the jets became dribbles as Rick slid down from his high. I heard him screech "Stop!" and I knew his tip had become super-sensitive. I stopped rolling his prick, letting it throb in my hands, and felt it become still as his body relaxed. "Man%2 C that was a hot one," Bob muttered to me. "He really went for it." He got up and returned from the bathroom with a hot towel, which he laid over Rick's softening cock. Rick opened his eyes and looked at us tenderly, with wordless gratitude.
Bob's cock had been drooling lubricant constantly for the last few minutes, and without a word I pushed him flat on the bed. Rick cupped his balls with one hand and began caressing the insides of his thighs. I spread a towel over
him, then clasped his shaft with one hand and pulled the hood all the way back to bare the shiny purple head right to the groove. My fingertips began caressing his hard, sensitive glans lightly, making him moan and squirm from the first touch. More lube gushed from his hole, lubricating my fingertips as I brought him closer to the point of no return. Bob was already worked up from our mutual play and helping to make Rick come, and within seconds his legs were trembling as he struggled to hold back his orgasm.
I wouldn't allow it, and continued my maddening touches on his super-sensitive glans, feeling it harden even more under my fingertips. Bob's eyes closed, and I felt the first hot hard throb as his tip erupted, shooting a thick jet f white cream onto the towel as he roared "Jack, Jack, Jack!" His hips bucked as he shot another torrent of cream, shaft throbbing in my fist. Rick and I watched his purple tip blast another jet that arced in a foot-long trajectory.
Bob's breathing slowed as he began to relax, his orgasm fading into memory. Rick got a hot towel and wiped his softening cock. I noticed that Rick's cock was now about 4" soft, relaxed from his orgasm but larger than when I'd first seen it. When Bob opened his eyes, I lay back and spread a towel over myself, because my hard cock was aching for release. Watching two hot guys shoot their loads had primed me for a massive orgasm, and I needed very little to trigger it.
Rick cupped my balls as Bob peeled my foreskin completely off my shiny purple tip, exposing the flaring ridge and the nerve-studded back face. He began bumping the thick collar of skin against the buds of sensation while squeezing the base of my shaft with his other hand. I felt drops of lubricant crawling up my tube as Bob relentlessly pushed me toward the brink. I saw that my prick-head was dark purple, and felt a tickle in the rim where Bob was bumping the skin. Then I felt Rick's fingers tapping on the hard surface of my glans, adding to my sensations.
My crotch muscles tensed and I consciously relaxed them to prolong the build-up, knowing that at best climax was only seconds away. I felt the tickle spread all over my turgid tip, then change to a hot tingle as my consciousness altered. My whole world was in my cock, and my eyes closed as the head seemed to swell even more. A gush came up my tube, and suddenly my entire cock was tingling.
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