Exploring, Part 1 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
It was a quiet summer evening when I parked my car in Chris's driveway and rang the bell. The sun was not quite down and in the half-light I saw a solitary bird spring up from a tree and disappear over the roof.
The door opened and I saw only a hand beckoning me in. I guessed that Chris didn't want to show himself fully because he was already naked. I was right. As he closed the door behind me I saw that he had a strip of tape around the end of his prick, making the skin bunch up in a tight pucker.
"I'm glad to see you're still at it," I said. "Keep taping and you'll have a full foreskin one of these days." As I spoke I shed my clothing, which wasn't hard because all I was wearing in this hot climate was a shirt, slacks, boxer shorts, socks, and shoes. I was naked in about 30 seconds.
"C'mon out back and have a drink," he urged, and I followed him into the kitchen, where he withdrew a couple of beers from the refrigerator. He then opened the door to the back yard and we took our places in a couple of lounge chairs next to each other. The fence was high enough to block the view of any nosy neighbors. The beer tasted good, especially because it was very cold. That was one taste we shared; ice-cold beer. We weren't in a hurry for sex, so we just talked for awhile:
"I'm gonna keep at it until I have as much skin on my cock as you do," Chris said.
"Just think," I mused, "none of this would have been necessary if we hadn't been cut in the first place." Both of us had been circumcised at birth and I'd had plastic surgery to restore my foreskin several years previously. Chris was restoring by stretching his shaft skin to form a new hood.
"Are you pissed about the doctor cutting you?" he asked.
"Absolutely I'm pissed," I answered, a sharp edge to my voice.
"So am I," he said. "I've often thought of doing something to the doctor who cut me, but he's probably dead by now. After all, I'm in my 40s."
"I've often had the same thoughts," I added. "You know I'm in my 50s, and I'm sure the doctor who butchered me is dead."
"I'm going to tell you something I don't want you to repeat," Chris said, a very serious look on his face. "You'll understand why when I tell you." He reached over and grasped the end of my long thick foreskin as he spoke.
"Go ahead," I said. "I can keep a confidence." I felt my prick stirring as he kneaded my foreskin, rolling it between thumb and forefinger and producing a gentle friction against the glans.
"I guess I just can't keep my hands off your cock," he said as he let go. "I've got a cousin, Jerry, and Jerry has a wife and son, Eric, who just turned 18 last month. Jerry isn't cut, and he didn't want his son cut. Jerry's wife knew this, but a few hours after Eric was born the doctor told her that he had to be circumcised immediately because his foreskin was so tight he couldn't pass his urine." I had an uneasy feeling where this was going, and I nodded to Chris to continue.
"Jerry wasn't there at the moment because he'd gone to get a bite to eat, and his wife signed the consent form. The nurse took the baby away and when Jerry came back his wife told him what had happened. Right then the nurse brought little Eric back in and Jerry peeled off his diaper and saw that his little pee-pee was wrapped in a bandage. He blew up and went to confront the doctor. The doctor told him that his wife had signed the form, and the next day when Jerry went to his lawyer the lawyer told him there was nothing he could do because there was a piece of paper that made it legal."
"That's pretty shitty," I commented. "I've heard of doctor using little tricks like that to get parents to sign the consent form. That happened to a friend of mine."
"Well, when Eric was old enough to understand, his parents explained to him what had happened, and that it wasn't their fault he wasn't intact like his old man. Jerry and his wife had another son, and this time they chose a different doctor and a different hospital, and nothing happened. Little Jim came home with everything he'd been born with, and this only made Eric feel worse."
"That's quite a burden to carry," I said.
"Eric carried it for almost 18 years, and then he did something that surprised me. The doctor who had cut him was still in practice, and Eric found out where he was working. He waited for him in the parking lot of his office one evening, and when he came out he clobbered him with a piece of rebar. He almost broke his neck, and while the doctor was on the ground he slammed the rebar into his hands, breaking every bone, to make sure he'd never circumcise another baby."
"I think Eric did the right thing, but did he get away with it?" I asked.
"That's the really good part," Chris said. "There were no witnesses, and Eric was careful not to do anything stupid, such as dropping his wallet or leaving muddy footprints, and the police never even questioned him. Anyway, the motive's 18 years old. To the cops, it's just another unsolved crime."
"I'm really glad Eric got away with it," I said. "That doctor won't be chopping on any more little kids' pricks." I reached for Chris's penis, where I found that the tape had begun to loosen. I squeezed the mushroom shaped glans through the taut covering skin and felt it throb in response.
"That feels good," he said as I continued to squeeze and his hand crept into my lap to resume tweaking the end of my foreskin.
"Good thing that Micropore tape you use comes off easily," I observed as his prick expanded to its full six inches and the tape snapped off the covering skin, releasing the glans to pop out. Mine was now fully erect as well.
"You've got enough skin to keep that helmet covered, even when you're all hard," Chris observed. "I want to have as much skin as you."
"That gives me some nice long strokes when I jack my prick," I said. As I spoke, Chris clamped his fingers around my foreskin-covered glans and began easing the hood back.
"Last time we gave each other direct action on the head," he said. "This time I want to jack you the natural way, with your skin. I really get a thrill stroking your long thick skin." His fingers slid my foreskin back slowly, gradually baring my glans, and I sighed in delight while stroking his truncated foreskin halfway up and down his mushroom-shaped head.
"I can only get your foreskin part way up, but in a few months it'll be looser and I'll be able to give you the long strokes you want," I said. With each down-stroke I saw that his rim was glossy, unlike the front of his glans, which still had the leathery texture of the circumcised model.
"With your long skin, I bet you could dock me," he said. "I've never been docked, but I've heard a lot about it and I'd like to try it."
"Docking's not quite like some people say," I told him. "If a guy's got a really long foreskin and his partner's got a small head, there's no problem. Both of us have big heads on our pricks, and there's no way both can fit inside my hood."
"Oh, that's too bad," he said. "I'd had my heart set on docking inside you tonight."
"I think there's a way to do it. Right now, both our tips are swollen hard. If you make me come first, my glans will shrink, and then there should be enough room for yours inside my hood."
"Oh, yeah, I'd love that," he said, pumping my prick faster. "I'll get to watch you shoot and then I'll be able to shoot inside your skin too." The rapid stroking produced a mild tickle in my tip that began to intensify as my excitement built.
"Go ahead, do me," I urged. "I really enjoy it when another guy gives me a hand job."
"You're really primed and ready," he said as he continued to stroke my long thick foreskin over my swollen helmet. "Your tip's already getting darker."
"I was thinking about this while I was driving over here," I explained. "I was half-hard most of the way." The insistent rhythm of his fingers on my foreskin was having its effect, and although I tried to relax, I felt my crotch muscles tightening in regular spasms.
"Your eyes just closed," he commented. "Now I know you're close." His fingers stroked me faster, sending me down the one-way road, and I found my world closing in on me as the delicious sensations increased. All my attention was focused on my prick and the erotic feelings he was generating in it.
"I like the way the lips of your slit pout when you're hard," he said. "Now there's a drop of lube between them."
"I feel a tingling in my rim..." I trailed off. These were the last words I spoke because now I was totally captivated by the intense sensations in my prick, and I knew that within seconds I'd be blasting off into orgasm.
"Go for it, Jack," he said as his fingers stroked my foreskin hard, pulling it back all the way to bare the helmet completely, and then stroking hard to bump it against my corona before it slid over it and began the long downhill travel to engulf my glans again. My breathing was ragged and I began grunting with each stroke.
My mind was blank except for my awareness of the intense feelings in my prick. My rim was tingling, and then the hot tingle spread all over my glans, an instant before they exploded.
"Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" I grunted as my world went white-hot, a massive spasm gripping my crotch muscles and sending the first torrent of hot lava up my tube. Another contraction gripped me as the second jet of fiery fluid burned its way up my urethra. I heard myself crying out in the distance as another load of hot cream shot up my prick and erupted from the tip. A fourth jet shot out, and then the main orgasm subsided, leaving me with minor contractions that kept a thin stream of cream seeping from my orifice.
I felt Chris pull my foreskin forward to cover my tip as my orgasm faded, because he knew that my already sensitive glans became super-sensitive after orgasm, and the slightest touch would cause me distress. I was breathless for a minute, recovering from the convulsions of my orgasm as the core of my prick shrank inside its long hood. When I opened my eyes I saw that Chris's bare-headed prick was as hard as ever, the swollen rim a darker shade of purple than the body of his glans. I rolled toward him.
"Come on, move closer to me," I urged. The lounge chairs did not have side rails and Chris rolled to his left to face me. His prick pointed at a spot above my pubic hair, and I eased it down to point right at my limp penis.
"Let's leave your skin back for this," I added. "I've got the length necessary to dock your mushroom now." I grasped the end of my long pendulous foreskin with thumb and forefinger of each hand, spreading the orifice.
"Just ease it in," I instructed him. I saw and felt the bulk of his hot hard mushroom filling my foreskin, until it was covered to the corona.
"I'm touching your tip with mine," he said. "I can feel it."
"Okay, Chris, that means you're docked," I said. "Now I'll hold my foreskin clamped right behind your ridge and start stroking your tip with my hood." I began gentle stroking motions, sliding my foreskin back and forth over his swollen glans.
"We won`t be able to see me shoot," he commented.
"No, but we'll see your juice filling my foreskin. It's really going to balloon out with all the cream you shoot." I felt his mushroom tip pressing rhythmically against my shrunken helmet as he matched my strokes. As I pushed forward on my foreskin, Chris thrust inside it.
"I'm making sure to press in around your rim," I said. "I know that's your most sensitive area." My clamping fingers squeezed his corona gently through my thick hood.
"I can feel it, Jack. You're doing it just right for me." I increased my pace slightly, and felt him thrust harder in response.
"I can't see it, but I think your tip's getting darker now, Chris. You're close. I can feel your mushroom's more swollen than before, and it feels a little harder, too."
"I am, Jack, I am. Your skin's such a turn-on for me, especially wrapped around my head." I saw the muscles in his jaw tense as his excitement mounted rapidly.
"Want to take a break, or come now?" I asked. I felt his urgency as his legs pressed against mine and his prick thrust deeper into my long thick hood.
"I need to come, Jack. I can't wait. I really need to blow my cream."
"Then go ahead, Chris, right now." I tightened my grip encircling his corona, compressing the nerve endings, and I felt him shudder. His mouth opened wide, gasping for air, as his entire body tensed.
"Here I go..." he said and began grunting hard as his sensations peaked. His prick throbbed hard between my tightly encircling fingers and I felt a hot torrent pour from his long slit. We were both looking down at our joined pricks, and we both saw the influx of cream begin to distend my foreskin.
I was clamping it tightly at his corona, to keep his glans engulfed and prevent any leakage of cream. The rest of my foreskin swelled with the pressure as he shot another long jet into my hood. I felt the thick viscous fluid swirling inside my foreskin and around my corona, filling the deep groove behind it.
Chris cried out helplessly as another convulsion gripped his groin muscles, sending another hot blast of juice to further distend my foreskin. His face was contorted with the mindless fury of his orgasm, and I
knew that his entire world was centered in his throbbing, ejaculating prick.
Now he'd stopped thrusting but his prick was still throbbing between my fingers as I stopped stroking my foreskin over his glans. I knew he'd be getting hyper-sensitive any second, and I kept still as his prick, still throbbing weakly, drained itself into my thick fleshy hood.
We lay together for a couple of minutes as the after-shock of his orgasm hit him and he sank into a daze as I'd had only minutes before. I felt his prick soften and I carefully let go of my foreskin, which remained covering his precious head. I saw a thick drool of cream leaking out from the edge of my foreskin, falling onto the plastic chair cushion between us.
"That was the hottest orgasm in my life," was the first thing he said. "I'll always remember the first time I came, but I don't think it was any hotter than this, and this one lasted a lot longer."
"I know what you mean, Chris. I had my first orgasm when I was 12, and I saw stars before my eyes. It was so intense it was frightening, especially since I'd never had such sensations before. Now, my orgasms last longer because I have a lot more juice." Chris moved closer to me now that his prick had gone limp, hugging me tightly.
"Thanks so much, Jack," he said as he kissed me on the lips. "I'd waited so long for this."
"You'll have to wait a little longer before you have enough foreskin to dock me," I said. "Now that you've experienced it, I'm sure you'll have the patience to stick it out."
Continued in Part 2