Exploring, Part 11 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Monday morning came and I left my house early so that I could drop by to see Jim Roberts. The receptionist at Intermedia told me that Jim was out on assignment, and had left a message asking if we could re-schedule. I told her that he might want to come to my house after six that evening, and to call me if he agreed.
He did call later in the day, and said that he'd be there at six-thirty. I waited anxiously for his arrival, wondering what he would disclose. Exactly on the dot he rang my bell, bringing with his a large pizza in a box. I was glad of this, for I'd forgotten to have any dinner. Jim was stocky, shorter, than I, and blond, in his mid-thirties.
"Well, what's happening?" I asked after we'd sat down at the kitchen table and begun eating. I was careful not to appear overly eager.
"Well, you remember this Doctor Simon, who got blown up in what the police think was a mob hit."
"That happened several weeks ago, didn't it?" I riposted, persisting in my effort not to appear eager.
"Yes, several weeks ago," he echoed me. "Well, I was digging into the good doctor's background, hoping to find some gambling debts or something else that might get the mob mad at him."
"Did you?" I asked.
"Well, yes and maybe," he went on. "I found out that he wasn't into gambling, but I heard something interesting about him from my sister. She'd been in University Hospital a few years ago, having a baby. It was a boy, and her doctor had been pushing her to have him circumcised. She refused, and later that day Doctor Simon came in to see her and tried to high-pressure her to sign the release. She told him that she and her husband had decided that the boy would not be circumcised, and he got very huffy. He even told her that the boy might have to be circumcised as an emergency, and that he didn't need her signature for that. She then told him that her husband was a lawyer, and that if their son didn't leave the hospital with everything he'd been born with, he and the hospital would be facing a big lawsuit. That quieted him, and he left. My sister and her husband won that round, and took their boy home intact."
"Okay, but what's the connection?" I asked.
"This is where it gets interesting. My sister was in a semi-private room, and one of her roommates was Liz DiAngelo, the daughter-in-law of that big mobster. She had a boy too, and didn't want him clipped, but Simon did it anyway. When she complained, Simon said he'd take the charge off the bill. You know what they do with the amputated foreskins?"
"No," I said.
"They sell them to bio-labs and to cosmetic companies. They make synthetic skin and rejuvenating face creams from the foreskins. Liz's husband was pissed when he found out, and when her father-in-law dropped in to see her, she told him what had happened. My sister told me he said not to get excited, and he had a quiet, very thoughtful look on his face, not showing what he was really thinking."
"So you think maybe Old Man DiAngelo had the doctor whacked?" I asked, cutting to the chase.
"I don't have a shred of proof, but yes, that's what I was thinking. Then there were some other things that happened during the last year or two. You remember how a few years ago some people were knocking off abortionists?"
"Oh, yes, I remember," I answered. That was national news."
Right," Jim continued. "Several different people shot abortionists around the country. One used a sniper rifle to shoot one right through the dining room window in his home. Another used a shotgun to ice the doctor and his bodyguard as they drove up to their clinic."
"I remember that case. It was in Florida and the guy went to the chair for it."
"Yes, that's right," Jim went on. "What would you say if I told you that several doctors have been shot and killed recently, and that all of them had some connection with doing circumcisions?"
"How do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, one appeared on TV talk shows, pushing people to have their sons circumcised. Another seemed to be trying to set an Olympic record at his hospital for circumcising baby boys."
"Think that would be a motive for killing them?" I asked, not agreeing with him but trying not to appear too skeptical.
"I think it would be a perfect motive," Jim answered. "I know I really resent it that someone cut the end off my penis when I was born. If I were the violent type, I'd certainly do something violent about it."
"So you were cut and didn't like it..." I trailed off, trying to gauge the depth of his feeling.
"That's right. I can understand perfectly if some victim of one of these doctors wanted to take it out of his hide. I'd even cheer for him."
"What are you going to do with the story?" I asked. I was on pins and needles, wondering about his intentions. "Do you think your editor's going to buy it?"
"I haven't told him. I don't know what he'd do. I wanted to bounce it off you first. I'm not even sure I want to turn in that story, because the cops don't seem to have made the connection yet. In my heart, I don't want the killer or killers to get caught." That was it, then. He preferred to keep the story under wraps.
"So you don't want this to get out unless the cops bring it out first," I suggested.
"That's right, Jack. I remember the anguish I felt when I first found out I'd been cut. I feel sorry for all of these victims of greedy, money-hungry doctors, or fanatical doctors who think they have the right to mutilate a baby boy's body." I'd heard enough. I knew he was on our side.
"Well, Jim," I said. "I think there's at least an even chance the cops won't make a connection. At least, unless the killer is stupid enough to write them a letter."
"I sure hope he doesn't," Jim said. "Anyway, how about you? Did you get clipped the way I did, without your consent. I don't even know if you're circumcised." By this time we'd finished the pizza. I swallowed my last mouthful before I spoke:
"Yes, I was a victim too, like many other guys. I didn't like it either. However, I didn't let this burn me up inside. I did something about it." Jim got a funny look on his face, unsure of my meaning.
"You didn't...?" he began.
"No, I didn't shoot any doctors. I had plastic surgery to put a new hood on my prick," I replied. Jim stared at me.
"I didn't know that was possible," he said.
"It's not only possible, but several other guys have had it done. Now this was several years ago. Today, the best method of foreskin restoration, that's what it's called, is by stretching the shaft-skin until it grows enough length to cover the head." Jim was excited by this news, and he asked:
"Can I see it?" His eagerness was very perceptible.
"Okay," I replied. "Let's have a little show and tell." I unzipped my pants and drew out my penis.
"It looks like you'd never been circumcised," he said, awe-struck.
"No, not quite," I said. "See how the end is darker than the rest of the shaft? That's because the plastic surgeon used skin from my scrotum to form the new hood. Also, you can see a scar line where he attached it."
"That scar line doesn't look too bad. It goes all the way around your shaft, like a circumcision scar, but a lot neater than mine." Jim unzipped to show me.
"Yeah, that's a jagged scar," I remarked. Jim's prick had a very uneven scar behind the large, well-shaped helmet. "I don't blame you for being unhappy with it.?
"So you've got skin back on your cock," he said. "Now what did it do for you?"
"Well, for one thing, my glans is now covered and protected. It's more sensitive now. I guess you know that circumcising causes the glans to dry out and get less sensitive."
"I'd read that," he admitted. "I'd always wondered how much sensitivity I'd lost."
"You've also lost all the nerve endings in your foreskin," I answered. "They're gone forever, and you can't get them back. Do you still have your frenulum?"
"You mean the gee-string on the underside?" He lifted his penis to show me. "I don't think the doctor took that away when he took my foreskin. It's the most sensitive spot on my cock. Do you still have yours?"
"No," I told him sadly as I stripped back and rotated my penis to show him the underside. The handling had made my prick swell somewhat, and I noticed that Jim's was also engorging.
"You've got a really nice head on it," he commented. "It must feel really good, sliding your new skin back and forth. I'd seen how uncut guys do it, stroking themselves, and I always envied them. Jim's penis was hardening fast as he spoke.
"Yes, stroking feels a lot better than when I didn't have a foreskin," I answered.
"Can I stroke yours?" he asked in a pleading tone." I always wondered what it feels like."
"Let's get undressed and you'll find out," I said. I got up and led him into the bedroom, where we shed our clothes without shedding our erections. His blue eyes were fixed on my prick as he took off his clothing.
"Oh, that's nice," he said. "You've got enough skin to cover the head even when you're hard." I noticed that Jim`s erection was only about five inches, but the shaft was straight and had a big vein running along the top. The helmet head was larger than the shaft, the rim flaring out ahead of the deep groove that comprised the "neck" of his penis.
Now Jim reached out to touch my prick, grasping it with two fingers right on the glans, gently sliding the foreskin back and forth. I took his other arm and guided him down to sit next to me on the bed.
"What do you like me to do?" he asked. "Is this all right?"
Do what you like," I answered. "Just explore it and get familiar with it."
"Your skin's kinda tight," he said. "Most other skins I've handled were looser than yours, except for one guy who couldn't skin it back at all. Does yours hurt if I push it back?"
"No, not at all. It feels nice when you push the skin back off the head." He took my cue and pushed my foreskin back over the tapered glans and over my flaring rim until it snapped down into the deep groove behind the head. Now he pulled forward on it, but it remained fixed in place.
"It locks behind the head," he remarked. "Can you get it forward again?" I placed my fingers over his and guided them to pull my foreskin up over the high rim until it freely ran down the tapering helmet to cover it completely.
"That's the way you do it," I explained. "Just squeeze it a little tighter and pull up. It doesn't hurt at all." As I spoke I began squeezing his glans rhythmically between thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, that's nice, Jack. It's making my cock-root throb. Just keep doing that."
"Did you ever get docked?" I asked.
"You mean with my tip inside another guy's skin? I've heard of it, but although I j/o'd with a few uncut guys, nobody ever docked me."
"Well, Jim, if you want I can dock you. There isn't enough room inside my foreskin for my big head and yours, but if you make me come my prick is going to shrink afterward, and then I'll be able to dock you."
"I'd love to make you come, Jack. I always love to slide that nice skin over the tip and then watch when a guy starts to shoot." He began pumping my foreskin more rapidly, increasing the flow of sensations pouring into my prick. I reached for a towel, as I didn't want to spill my cream on the fresh sheets, as I'd just laundered them the day before.
"Go ahead, then," I urged. After I come and rest up for a couple of minutes, I'll dock you and give you a thrill." The anticipation of docking Jim's helmet inside my hood was a turn-on, and I felt my orgasm approaching. Jim was now pumping me in long strokes, totally covering and uncovering the glans each time.
"Your tip's getting darker, Jack. I can see you're getting close."
"I am, Jim. I'm just going to lie back while you finish me off." I lay supine and carefully placed the towel on my abdomen. Jim's eager stroking was making my prick more engorged, and I felt a tickle begin in my rim from the friction and gentle pressure.
"Man, that rim really swells and flares when you get closer," he commented. "I can imagine what you're feeling now." It was clear that Jim was experienced in stroking foreskins. He wasn't too rough, as some cut guys are because they don't know how sensitive and natural prick can be.
"Ohhhh," I moaned, feeling the tickle in my glans spreading from the rim to the blunt front dome. My eyes closed as Jim tightened his grip slightly to bring me over the edge.
The tickle turned into a hot tingle that spread down my shaft until it reached the root, and then I felt the first spasm deep inside me. I cried out as the first quirt of hot semen filled my urethra, rushing toward the exit and slamming through the lips of my meatus. My crotch convulsed again and another hot jet seared my tube as it rushed toward the end of my prick.
"Go for it!" he urged as he whipped my foreskin up and down, eager to give me the hottest possible orgasm. I shuddered again as my third load shot free of my prick. Another surge filled my urethra and then tapered off to milder ones, finally settling down to a slow, seeping flow. Jim had stopped st roking me, as he understood that the prick becomes excessively sensitive during orgasm, and now he held my foreskin back tightly. I lay still as the after-shock of orgasm flowed over me, making me totally inert.
"I really enjoyed watching the jizz shooting from your big purple tip," he said. "Your cock was throbbing so hard. I felt it in my fingers. I'm fascinated by uncut cock."
"I really shot?" I asked. "I usually dribble."
"No man, this time you shot like a fire hose."
"Well, my erection's pretty much gone down, so let's get you inside my foreskin." Jim's prick was rock-hard from the excitement, and we turned to face each other on the bed. I grasped the edges of my foreskin, spreading the orifice to accommodate his glans.
"Let me," he said as he reached for my foreskin. I let go and he held the foreskin wide open as he eased his glans into the slippery fleshy tube. "Your skin's pretty thick, Jack. I've never seen one that thick."
"I know, Jim," I said. "The natural foreskin's thinner than mine. Mine's made up of shaft skin for the inner layer and scrotal skin for the outer layer. Scrotal skin's much thicker than shaft skin." Now my foreskin had totally enveloped his glans and I grasped it to twist it for added stimulation. He let go and I began to do the work for him. The outer edge of my foreskin was tight around the neck of his prick, completely trapping his helmet, and I was working the thick fleshy tube in a twisting motion, concentrating on his flaring glans rim. My other hand cupped his balls.
"Oh, oh, oh," he murmured, absorbing the profound sensations. "This feels so good. I've never felt anything like this before." I felt the hardness of his glans pushing against my soft one as he thrust his hips slightly. The inside of my foreskin was well lubricated with my cream, allowing free movement, and this assured of of success.
"Just try to stay relaxed, Jim," I coached him. "I know you're really hot, but if you can hold off for a couple of minutes, you'll get a longer build-up and more stimulation and a hotter orgasm."
"Okay, I'll try," he whispered. The muscles in his jaw and neck were tight, and I knew his body was tensing involuntarily.
"Just relax and focus on your prick," I added. "Just feel how good it is." I twisted my foreskin harder, enhancing his sensations.
"Now I know what it's like to have skin on my cock. I just wish I had it there permanently." I felt the tension in his body as his legs and chest brushed against mine. I saw his eyes close.
"Whoaaa!" he yelped as I felt his helmet throb through the foreskin and hammer against the front of my glans. A jet of hot liquid shot from his slit, bathing my glans and swirling behind my corona. I tightened my grip and reached for the towel because I knew there'd be leakage. His hot hard tip throbbed again and more juice flowed into my foreskin, distending it. Jim thrust his hips again and another jet followed. The heat from his juice made my glans feel very warm.
His mouth was open as he moaned loudly, enthralled by the unimaginable sensations and he shot again. Now I stopped twisting my foreskin, concentrating on keeping it tight around his still-throbbing tip as the rest of his jets erupted. Finally he was still, sinking into the daze that follows ejaculation.
We lay still together for a couple of minutes while I felt his prick shrink inside my thick fleshy hood. When he opened his eyes I spoke:
"Okay, now look at what you shot. I'll let go and you'll see it all pour out." I released my grip and pulled away from his slightly. We watched the thick, creamy goo pour from under the edges of my foreskin onto the folded towel. As I pulled away I also skinned back to reveal my cream-coated helmet, which began to drip onto the towel as the odor of chlorine filled the air.
"Well, I really drained myself," Jim said.
"You really did," I confirmed. "I felt you shooting hard against my tip."
"I want a skin like that," he said. "You can do so much with skin. Even if I have to have surgery I want skin covering my tip."
"You won't have to have surgery, Jim. These days you can do it all by stretching your shaft skin. You weren't cut tight like some guys so it will be easier for you."
"You know anybody who stretched his skin? Maybe I can learn from him."
"I'll have you meet my friend Chris. He can walk you through it, step by step," I replied.
"I really look forward to that," he said, his eyelids drooping. We were both exhausted and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Continued in Part 12