We'd had a wonderful Saturday together, sharing orgasms in several different ways. It was the last weekend we'd share for some time, as our difficult work schedules made it hard to synchronize our free time. It wasn't until the following month that we were again able to meet at my place. By this time it was full summer, and we decided not to get into the hot tub but remain indoors.
"Heard you had a little excitement here," Jerry said, alluding to what had happened only two days before. I'd avoided telling them the full story, calculating that I'd share it with them once they were all here so that I wouldn't be repeating myself.
Okay, here's what happened Thursday morning," I began. "I was getting ready to go to work when this tremendous explosion made my windows rattle. I ran out and saw a pall of black smoke just to the west. I grabbed my camera and ran. I thought it was a gasoline truck that had overturned several streets over, but this happened just two blocks from me." All were looking at me intently now.
"When I got there, I saw a white Cadillac smoking in the street. Parts of the car had been blown down the block. One of the cops, who knew me, said that the driver had backed out of his driveway and then stepped on the brake. There must have been an explosive charge wired to the brake lights, because he went into orbit. The charge was under the driver's seat and it blew him through the roof. He didn't know who the driver was, so I asked some of the neighbors. One woman told me that the driver had been Doctor Simon, and that he was chief of obstetrics at the hospital." I looked at Eric, Jerry, and Chris.
"Don't tell me..." Chris said.
"Yes, that's right, chief of obstetrics. I'd done a little checking a while back and found that this hospital circumcises a higher percentage of babies than any other in the city. I don't think the cops have yet made any connection."
"You were telling me about that," Chris said. "Isn't this the hospital that sells the amputated foreskins to bio-med firms?"
"One and the same. I'd make a good guess at who set that policy."
"Fuckin' Doctor Simon," grunted Jerry.
"Now the pattern seems totally different," I explained. "The modus operandi has all the earmarks of a mob hit, a pro hit man."
"All the others were shot," mused Eric.
"Now this one gets blown sky-high," Chris added.
"Maybe some mobster's wife had a baby in that hospital and this Doctor Simon clipped him against their wishes," suggested Jerry.
"That's the sort of mistake that blew up in his face," laughed Chris. "What do you think, Jack?"
"As long as we don't have a lead on who did it, one theory's as good as another," I replied. I thought we'd discussed enough without getting too far into speculation, so I addressed Eric;
"How are you doing with stretching your skin?"
"I'm really making progress, Jack. I'm still using the tape ring, but I think I'll be ready to use the cone Chris gave me pretty soon."
"Eric's been making better progress lately and I think it's because he's been using that cream."
"What cream?" I asked, puzzled.
"A friend of mine just returned from Mexico, and I'd asked him to pick up a few tubes of betamethasone for me. I'd looked it up on the internet and found it's used to loosen tight foreskins. It helps the skin stretch. You can get it without a prescription in Mexico."
"Good thing you got it from Mexico. You wouldn't want to go to a doctor here and ask for a prescription. He'd want to know why you need it and you wouldn't want to tell him that Eric's dissatisfied with his circumcision." As I'd been speaking Eric had dropped his pants and was now removing the tape right that kept his shaft skin forward over his glans in a little pucker. Without the tape, the new foreskin slid back to reveal his slit, but kept most of the head covered.
"Man that is progress," said Chris. You've got about twice the length since I saw you last. Now you can enjoy a longer stroke when you beat off."
"You bet he can," said Jerry. I stroked Eric yesterday and I was able to get it all the way over the head. He said that really felt good, and he came like gangbusters." We'd all begun to undress, and soon we were all naked.
"Want to put on a show for us, Eric?" I asked when we were all in the bedroom. It was obvious he did, as proud as he was of his new foreskin. Eric sat on the bed, legs spread, with a towel between his thighs to catch his cream.
"I'll be glad to do it, but would one of you guys take over when I start to come? I know it always feels better if another guy's hand is on my cock when I come."
"I'll do it for you," Chris volunteered, and sat next to Eric, reaching down to cup his balls. Eric was already half-hard, and the combination of the hand cupping his scrotum and his working the foreskin over the glans in slow, sensual strokes brought him to full hardness within seconds.
"See? That's a nice helmet my son's got," Jerry pointed out to us. "Just like his old man's, but much bigger. Indeed, Eric's helmet was very nice, with its blunt nose and flaring rim.
"The whole helmet looks glossier since he's been keeping it covered," I remarked. I saw that Eric's scrotum was now drawn up against his body.
"It's gotten more sensitive all over," Eric added. "I think maybe the cream's helping make it more sensitive."
"It can't hurt," said Jerry. He and I were standing in front of them, watching avidly. Jerry's hand had drifted over to my prick and his deft fingers were rolling the nipple of my foreskin. I'd grasped his long foreskin overhang and was now pulling on it, stretching it out away from his body. I knew that this both stretched the many nerve endings and made the foreskin slide forward over his glans.
"I'm taking it nice and easy," Eric said as he stroked his foreskin up and down his helmet at a slow, almost languid pace. I knew that this wouldn't last long as his excitement built and he began to feel a sense of urgency. Chris was kneading his tight scrotum gently, fueling his fire, while caressing the inside of Eric's thigh with his other hand. Both Jerry and I were now hard, and we changed our techniques. I slid Jerry's foreskin back and forth over his glans, while Jerry did the same to me. Jerry's hood was so long that, even with full erection, his little helmet remained covered, while he uncovered mine with every back-stroke.
"I like these long stroke," Eric commented. "I can skin it all the way back and then slide it up to cover the whole head. That's really hot."
"You're hitting all the nerve endings in your helmet that way," I suggested. "On the up-stroke you're compressing the rim too." A drop of clear fluid had appeared to part the lips of Eric's slit, to be swallowed up as he bunched his foreskin over the end of his blunt dome.
"Good thing you lube a lot," Chris commented as he continued caressing Eric. "That makes it slide easier."
"You'll be able to hold off longer with a lot of lube," I added. "Also, you won't risk friction burns."
"Hell, I got a few of those jacking dry before I got my foreskin back, said Chris.
"It happened to me too," I said. "The sensations weren't that good, either." I noticed that, as I'd anticipated, Eric had picked up his pace and tension built in his body. I knew the feeling of urgency, and the way tightening the muscles increased both the tension and the urgent feeling.
"Does having us watch make it more exciting for you?" I asked Eric. He nodded, his jaw clenched. The excitement was overtaking him, and he stroked faster. His strokes weren't as long now, bringing the foreskin up only half-way over the bulging helmet, concentrating on his sensitive rim. More drops of lubricant appeared at his slit, flowing down to keep the precious head slick. Eric's eyes were fixed on his tip, which was now turning darker. We all knew that he'd be spiraling down into orgasm very soon.
"You're really pumping it now," commented Chris. "When you're ready for me to take over, you don't have to say anything. Just drop your hand and I'll know what you want."
"I just love watching my son do this," Jerry muttered to me. The scene was arousing for both of us, and our hooded pricks stuck straight out from our bodies as we fondled each other.
"Go!" Eric said as his hand dropped away from his prick. Chris immediately clasped it and began pumping the foreskin up and down over the glossy rim the way Eric had been doing it.
"His rim must be really tingling now," Jerry commented to me. "He says it gets all tingly just before he comes." The dark dome of Eric's big helmet was in full view, steadily seeping lubricant as we watched his legs tense and then begin to tremble.
"HAAAAHHHH!" Eric cried out as a long rope of white cream erupted from his slit, shooting high into the air. He cried out again and fell back on the bed, shuddering in a full-body orgasm. His hips bucked as another long stream erupted from his tip, and I knew that Chris was feeling every throb of that beautiful prick as it disgorged its loads. The next gush was weaker, and Chris stopped pumping, merely pulling back hard on the skin to expose the big purple helmet as it throbbed and spat. Eric seeped a few more drops and then became still. Chris let go of his prick and sat up.
"Thanks for giving my son such a good blast-off," Jerry said. "Your cock looks like it needs some attention, so if Jack don't mind, I'll take care of you now." He released my prick and crouched in front of Chris, peeling back his foreskin and wrapping his lips around the big purple mushroom that had sprung into view. I knew that his tongue was probing the slit, tasting the salty lubricant that Chris was secreting, and giving Chris a thrill by lapping the inside of his meatus.
Chris was already very worked up from having given Eric his orgasm, and I noticed that his balls were tight against his body. He stared fixedly at Jerry's head pumping up and down on his prick, and then his eyes glazed over. Chris did not close his eyes during orgasm the way I do, but he got a glassy stare as the sensations built up in his body. His jaw clenched and then he began grunting as the first shock of the orgasm jolted him:
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as he disgorged his first load into Jerry's throat, thrusting his hips forward to ram his mushroom in as deeply as he could. Eric's eyes fixed on his father's head working up and down on the throbbing penis he was sucking, and I knew he was getting a vicarious thrill from watching Chris experience what he'd just gone through.
I was slowly sliding my foreskin, my excitement mounting from witnessing Chris getting his rocks off, my only regret that I was unable to see each ejaculation. Chris shuddered again and grunted as his third discharge went into Jerry's throat, and I knew that he was floating blissfully in the free-fall of orgasm. He shuddered several more times and then began to relax as Jerry removed his lips from the still engorged prick-head. Jerry licked the glans clean and then slid the foreskin forward to keep the head moist and protected.
"Want to dock with me?" Jerry asked me as he got to his feet. "I think we're both ready to drop our loads while these guys rest up." We arranged ourselves on the bed in the space just vacated by Eric, who then sat beside us to help. Jerry and I had to lie down for this, as he's a couple of inches shorter than I and it would have been awkward to dock standing up. Besides, I am sure that when our orgasms hit, our knees would have buckled.
"Now just slip your tip in here," he said as he held the orifice of his foreskin stretched widely to accept my big purple helmet. I skinned back and thrust my hips forward, watching and feeling my glans glide into his long thin hood. He enveloped me right down to the groove behind my rim and began massaging my helmet, twisting his foreskin around my rim. I felt the hardness of his glans pressing against mine.Meanwhile, Eric reached between us to cup our tight scrotums.
"I'm going to work on you mainly because my tip's more sensitive and if I come first, I won't be able to stand the friction while you're still on the way," Jerry explained to me.
"I know it's going to be nice if we come together," I said. "I always love to feel another guy's tip throbbing against mine." Jerry's strong fingers were working his foreskin delicately over my glans, concentrating on the corona, striving to draw forth my orgasm before his.
"I'm going to make you come first if I can," he elaborated. "My tip's very sensitive, and I'm sure than when I feel yours start to throb, I'll lose my load right away." Eric was kneading our balls gently, adding to our excitement.
"I don't think I can last long," I said. "This is really exciting."
"Docking with dad's always exciting," Eric contributed. "When you start to come, Jack, I'm going to put my fingers around your shafts so I can feel your cocks throbbing."
"Getting that tingly feeling yet?" Jerry asked.
"A little," I whispered. "Just keep doing it." I felt Jerry's fingers tighten around my corona.
"Man, I can feel the shape of your rim," Jerry continued. "You've got a nice flare there." As he spoke I felt a tickling sensation begin in my corona.
"It's tickling," I whispered.
"It's going to
tingle for you any second," he said as he gave his foreskin an extra twist around my corona, generating a tingle that began in my rim and quickly spread over my helmet.
"His eyes just closed," Eric said to his father. Now the hot tingle shot down my shaft to the root, launching the heavy pounding of my orgasm. I cried out helplessly as I felt the first hard squirt of fluid in my urethra, a jet that seared my tube as it burned its way to the tip. A moment later I felt a powerful throb from Jerry's glans against mine as he went into orgasm. I felt Eric release my scrotum and his fingers closing around my shaft behind the head.
My gush had already spread over the front of his glans when his hot hard jet drilled right into my orifice, penetrating deep into my urethra. I shuddered and my crotch went into another spasm, releasing my second load. I was moaning mindlessly as my body shuddered in orgasm. Jerry held our tips exactly in line as he shot again, and I once more felt his hot jet piercing me. Now our helmets were awash with our combined fluids and Jerry stopped moving his fingers over my tip because we were overwhelmed by sensation. The hot sticky liquid spread behind my rim as it filled his foreskin, and we both gushed again, tip to tip, and I felt his hard glans hammering against mine.
We were both moaning, lost in the free-fall of our orgasms, enjoying the hot intimacy of shooting our loads together and at each other inside Jerry's long enveloping foreskin. Our hot hard pricks throbbed several more times and then it was over, leaving us gasping after the fury of our orgasms.
We lay still for a couple of minutes as our pulses returned to normal. Our arms were around each other as we embraced, relishing the tenderness of the moment. Eric had wrapped his arms around us as well, while Eric leaned over to kiss our cheeks tenderly.
Our pricks had contracted after our orgasms, although Jerry's foreskin still enveloped my glans. Some of our cream had begun leaking around the edge of Jerry's prepuce, and Chris placed a folded towel between us to catch the drip. Now Jerry pulled away from my, his foreskin sliding off my helmet like a well-lubricated condom, and a torrent of our semen gushed from the end.
We gathered up the towels and headed for the shower, and I was glad my shower enclosure was large enough for the four of us. Chris, Jerry, and I pinched the ends of our foreskins shut as the flow of hot water stimulated our bladders, and we watched our foreskins balloon out as they filled. Then Eric slipped his re-grown foreskin forward, stretching it out over the end of his helmet, and pinched it the way we'd done with ours. The three of us watched, fascinated and gratified, as Eric's new hood ballooned with the trapped urine.
"This is the first time he's been able to do that," Jerry announced to us."
"I've been dreaming about this for a long time," Eric said gleefully.
We soaped each other and rinsed off, and then dried each other carefully. I skinned back and squirted a couple of drops of Astroglide into the deep groove behind my rim. I slid the foreskin forward to spread the artificial lubricant smoothly and evenly over my helmet because I always feel more comfortable with my glans and foreskin well lubricated. Then the phone rang and I went to answer it.
"Hello, Jack, it's Jim Roberts," the voice at the other end said. Jim was the local correspondent for Intermedia News Service, an international news agency similar to AP, Agence France-Presse, and Reauters.
"Yeah, Jim, what's up?" I asked, a bit surprised that he'd phone me at home on a weekend.
"I think I've come up with something about that Simon killing. Remember the doctor who got blown up in his car?" I felt a chill run through me.
"Yeah, what about it?" I asked, trying to sound only politely interested although I sorely wanted to know what he was thinking.
"Well, I'd like to get together with you to talk about it," he said.
"Okay, Jim, would Monday morning be okay? I can drop by your office early, before our staff meeting." I hoped that I'd struck the right note, willing to help but not overly eager.
"That would be just fine," he replied. "Simon will still be dead Monday," he laughed.
The other noted the look on my face as I returned to the bedroom, where they were lounging on the bed. I looked back at them. Without prompting I explained the call.
"That's what you were worried about, isn`t it?" Eric asked. "Somebody outside the cops who might make the connection.?
"Yes, that's it," I answered. "I don't know what this is going to lead to."
"Well, we'll find out in a couple of days," said Chris.
"I'm going to be on pins and needles until Monday," I said.
"So will we all," added Jerry.
Continued in Part 11