Exploring, Part 12 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Later that week I spoke with Chris on the phone:
"Well, I met with Jim Roberts, and I don't think there's any danger of him publicizing what he knows or suspects. He's pretty sure Simon was a mob hit, but the cops would have a hard time proving it because the people who did it were pros. Anyway, Jim has his own reasons for not making a big deal out of it, the main one being that he was cut too and doesn't like it. In fact, he wanted information about restoration and I told him I'd try to get you and him together."
"You and he do anything together?" Chris asked eagerly.
"Yeah, I docked him. He was wild about that, and he really drained himself. He's really hot about restoration now." Chris and I spoke for a few more minutes, and we decided that he'd come to my place on Saturday morning, if Jim Roberts was able to make it. Even if he wasn't, Chris would come anyway. I phoned Jim and suggested Saturday morning as a rendezvous, and he readily agreed, on the condition that he didn't get a last-minute assignment.
Both showed up right on the dot of seven that Saturday, and Jim was excited, spluttering about something he'd heard on the car radio. As none of us were hungry that early, we went into the kitchen and drank coffee. I didn't even make the formal introductions, but turned on the small TV on the wall before pouring the coffee.
"Dr. George was shot leaving his home," the announcer said in her usual breathless tone of voice. "Police say the sniper used a .300 Magnum rifle and hit him directly in the spine, the bullet penetrating to burst his heart and blow out the front of his chest. Dr. George was on the way to play an early morning game of golf when he was struck down, and police say it's too early in the case to make any statement regarding suspects."
"Sounds like our boy or boys," Jim said. Chris and I remained silent, not wanting to let Jim know that we had any special interest in the killings. Rather, we were going out of our way to convince him that we were coping with our circumcisions by restoring.
"Want to tell Chris about it?" I suggested to Jim. "I don't think he knows about the shootings around the country."
"Well, Chris, remember how several years ago some people were shooting abortion doctors around the country?" Chris nodded and Jim continued: "Now somebody's shooting circumcising doctors. At least, that's the only pattern I can find. There have been at least half a dozen doctors killed during the last year or so, and all have some connection with circumcising babies. Some are OBs, others are pediatricians, and others are promoting infant circumcision in newspaper articles or TV talk shows." "I'd never heard of that," Chris lied with a straight face. "This guy shot this morning, I bet he has some connection. I'd bet a hundred dollars he's not a radiologist or psychiatrist." "I wouldn't take you up on that," I said. "It fits the pattern you outlined to me the other day." "Is it one shooter or more than one?" Chris asked. "I think it's more than one," replied Jim. "Probably several around the country, since these doctors were killed in different states and with different guns." "Doctor Simon got blown up right in his car," I pointed out. "That seemed to be a mob hit." "Several somebodies seem to be real pissed at the guys who circumcised them," said Chris. "I don't blame them," said Jim. "I remember how I felt when I found out my dick had been clipped. I'd asked my mother why my dick looked different from the boy next door's, and that's when she told me the end had been cut off. She told me how I cried each time she changed the bandage, and how there was a spot of blood on the bandage each time for a week, until it healed." "I know you want to see how Chris stretched his shaft skin to form a new foreskin," I said. "Maybe we should just turn off the TV and have a show-and-tell." I opened my bathrobe and the others unzipped. "See the differences between my cock and Jack's?" asked Chris. "Yes, Jack's skin is reddish and rough at the end and there's a scar between the shaft skin and the scrotal graft," Jim answered. "Yours is smooth right to the end, and there's no scar." "Right," Chris said. "There is a difference between mine and a natural skin, though. Mine has a wide opening because it's shaft skin, and it doesn't taper down at the end the way a natural skin would." "The normal foreskin has a ring muscle right at the end that keeps it in a tight pucker on most guys who haven't been cut," I added. The ring muscle on Chris's foreskin was removed during his circumcision, so it might not ever develop a taper." "Still, I like the way it overhangs the head, just like yours, Jack," Jim replied. I guess they both work pretty well, don't they?" "They do," I replied. "One difference is that my new hood is not as sensitive as the one on Chris, because when the surgeon cut the skin to graft it he cut the nerves. It's a bit numb." "Don't you have any feeling in it at all?" asked Jim. "I do, but not much," I explained. "There's no erotic feeling, but I can feel pain. The one on Chris is just like normal shaft skin. The nerves are all connected." "I don't get the nice sensations uncut guys get from their inner lining, which is very sensitive," Chris explained. "Also, I don't get the nice stretching sensation when I skin back. Uncut guys feel the ring muscle at the end of their skins stretching as it expands over the head." "Skin back, Chris," I asked. When he did I said to Jim: "You can see the circumcision scar on the inside of his new foreskin. It's about half an inch back from the rim, so he's got that much inner lining left. Also, he's still got his frenulum." I pointed to the underside of the mushroom glans, where the triangular groove was filled with a strip of pink mucus membrane. Now I retracted my foreskin all the way and continued: "You can see that I don't have much inner lining left, and when the doctor circumcised me he also took the frenulum. The only good thing is that my scar ring used to be very thick and brown, but it's been fading ever since I got plastic surgery. I think scars tend to fade in a wet environment." I noticed that Jim had wrapped his fingers around Chris's penis and was slowly stroking the foreskin. "Maybe we'd better get in the bedroom," Chris suggested. I agreed and led the way. We quickly got naked, and I knew that we'd soon be experiencing orgasms. We were all at least half-hard, Jim's prick the hardest because the newness of seeing and handling two restored foreskins was very arousing for him. `Last time Jack docked me," Jim said to Chris. "Could you do it this time? I know exactly what to do." He sat beside Chris and began pumping his foreskin steadily, bringing his prick to full hardness within seconds. Mine reached full erection as well, although no hand except mine had touched my penis. The vicarious excitement was affecting me profoundly. "That feels good, very good, Jim," Chris said. "Now that I've got a new skin, being stroked is a lot more fun." "You've got your birthright back," replied Jim. "I guess if you were able to stretch your skin I could do it too." Jim's five-inch erection was at full mast and the bare head was bulging with excitement. I avoided touching it because I knew that Jim wanted to have his orgasm inside Chris's foreskin. Instead I cupped Chris's balls. Jim and I watched, fascinated, as the foreskin expanded and slid back to reveal the mushroom head, and then slid forward to envelop it again, ending in a thick pucker at the top of the stroke. We knew that the nerve endings stretched as the hood slid back over the expanding head, with its high ridge. "Your tip's getting larger and darker, just like Jack's did when I stroked him the other day," Jim said. "You're getting more excited." Chris was also leaking copious lubricant that rolled out from between the lips of his long slit and wet his glans and foreskin. "Yeah, Jim, you'll have my load soon," Chris whispered. Chris was staring at his prick as Jim's fingers expertly worked the foreskin up and down in long strokes. He was very excited and I reached for a towel tp spread on his chest and abdomen. His balls were tight between my fingers, pulled sharply up against his body, and I gently placed my fingertips on his perineum behind his scrotum. "I'm glad you've got lots of skin," Jim whispered to him. "That lets me give you long strokes. I think uncut guys really enjoy those long slow strokes." "You're right," I reassured him. "Chris is almost ready to pop and you haven't been working very hard on his prick. I can tell you've done uncut guys before." "I spent a year in Europe in the Army," Jim said. "Most guys in Europe still have their skins." "Yeah, they don't do that shit over there," Chris said. He was now on his back, head propped up by two pillows, avidly watching Jim stimulating his prick. His hot hard glans glistened in the room's soft light, and we all knew that he would pop his load in seconds. His legs began to tremble and he moaned: "Oooohhh, I can't hold it any longer." I felt a hard throb in his perineum as the first load shot through his urethra, and an instant later I watched the thick creamy jet shoot through the lips of his slit to arc through the air and land on the towel. Chris threw his head back and moaned loudly as I felt a second pulse hit my fingertips. His urethra throbbed and another rope of ejaculate erupted from the end of his dark purple glans. Jim gave the foreskin a quick twist and Chris yelped as his body responded, shooting another torrent of hot cream into the air. Now Jim stripped the foreskin right back to bare the glans completely, and his urethra once more pulsed against my fingertips. The fourth jet erupted with less force, although Chris was moaning loudly as the fury of his orgasm dominated his consciousness. Jim held the skin back hard, stretching the nerve endings in the gee-string, as Chris unloaded several more jets. Now Chris became still, his energy spent, and he closed his eyes.
Continued in Part 13