Brad phoned me a week later to suggest that he come to see me, as his wife was going out of town to visit her sister that weekend. His kids were away at college upstate. He showed up that Saturday morning and we sat down to talk in the living room.
"I guess we're both Bi," he said. "I know you were married once, and I'm married but still like an occasional trip with a guy."
"How do you handle the problem with your wife? Does she know?" I asked.
"Well, my wife and I have different sex drives," he explained. "She likes sex about once a month, and she's told me that she doesn't mind if I go elsewhere, as long as it doesn't cause any problems. She's pretty understanding."
"Does she know that your outlets include sex with guys?"
"Actually, yes," he replied. "In fact, she once even suggested it. She said that if I found a guy to beat off with, that would be pretty safe. Mutual j/o doesn't cause pregnancy, like having sex with another woman."
"I have to agree, she is pretty understanding," I remarked. "You've got a good situation."
"Maybe you'd like an update on the shootings," Brad suggested. "I have a few things to tell you."
"Okay, but let me tell you about something I found out," I answered. "I've got a friend whose brother-in-law's an ophthalmologist. These shootings have caused some ripples in the medical profession, especially among doctors who do circumcisions. Ophthalmologists don't have anything to worry about, but pediatricians and OB/GYNs are really worried."
"That's almost what I was going to tell you," Brad said. "I interviewed a few doctors, especially those most closely associated with Dr. George, and a couple of them told me that they're just not going to circumcise any more babies. They just tell the parents it's not necessary. Also, a neighbor's wife down my street had a baby boy five days ago, and she said that her doctor told her that he just wouldn't circumcise him. She said she wanted it done so that he'd look like other boys, but he flat refused."
"That's good news, I think. Something positive's coming out of all this."
"There's more, Jack. From what I can tell, these shootings are the work of several shooters. Maybe one shooter did more than one shooting, but cross-checking the dates and locations makes it pretty clear that no one person could have done them all."
"That's what I thought, too," I added. "I just can't see one guy traveling around the country doing them all."
"Guy or gal," Brad suggested. "We just don't know if the shootings were perpetrated by males or females, since we haven't apprehended a single one. The odds are, though, that the shooters were male, statistically."
"I guess we have to keep our eyes and ears open," I said. "I sure would like to know if this is going to result in a sharp drop in circumcisions performed across the country and in the long run. If this really happens, it's bound to make the news sooner or later."
"I think you're right," he said. "Meanwhile, can we get undressed? I sure would like to try your Jacuzzi."
"This is a good morning for it," I said as I began removing my clothes. Within seconds we were totally naked.
"That new skin you've got doesn't look half bad," Brad commented. "It doesn't look like mine, but it's sure long enough to cover the head and then some."
"Well, it's functional in that regard, although since it's a graft the nerve supply isn't the same as a natural one. By the way, yours looks really good. Your prick has a long nipple, which I like, and the bulge your helmet makes near the end is very attractive." We got into the water and I turned on the pump. Within seconds billows of bubbles agitated the water, hiding the lower parts of our bodies. I reached over and began squeezing his helmet through the long foreskin, feeling the rapid engorgement this produced. He reciprocated, and I felt the rush of blood into my prick. Soon we were fully hard.
"It's getting a bit warm," I said. "Want to get out?"
"Good idea," Brad agreed. We rose and went into the bathroom, where we dried each other. Our pricks were standing out straight in anticipation of intense sexual activity.
"We've both got about six inches," I said. "We're also about the same size limp- three inches, give or take. Both our pricks are straight, too. " Brad looked down at our erections and added:
"We both have enough skin to cover the heads, even hard. I think that's perfect because the long skins let us use nice long strokes. I'm glad our shafts are straight. Over the years I noticed that it's mainly cut guys who have bent shafts. Maybe it's because the doctor takes off more skin on one side."
"I guess we're reading off the same page," I agreed. "I think long strokes are more satisfying than just jiggling the foreskin to bump against the rim. Also, I've seen some really bad circumcisions that looked like they were done with a chain saw."
"When I do myself, I use long strokes for most of the build-up," Brad told me. "When I get close, though, I want to make it last, and I skin back and just bump the rim a little so that I don't come too fast."
"I do the same thing," I said. "I really enjoy the feeling of anticipation when I get close, and try to make it last as long as I can." I sat on the bed and he took his place beside me. I grasped his prick around the foreskin-covered glans with two fingers, pulling back very slightly before letting the foreskin slide forward again. Brad kept squeezing my glans gently with his muscular fingers.
"Do you like it having your foreskin stretched back in stages, a little at a time with each stroke?" I asked.
"I love it," he said. "What you're doing now is giving me that terrific stretching feeling in the skin."
"I guess it feels great as it stretches out over that big helmet," I said.
"You bet it does. Want me to do the same thing to you?" I nodded, and for the next couple of minutes we worked each other's foreskins back over the swollen helmets, revealing a little bit more with each stroke. Brad's long slit was weeping its slippery tears and this lubricated the head and foreskin perfectly.
"Your helmet's so well lubricated that I think I can do something special," I suggested. "Want me to try?"
"Go ahead," he said. "I'm sure I'll enjoy it." I skinned his hood back to reveal the front dome, and began pumping the foreskin in short strokes that came no more than half-way up the glans as I placed the palm of my other hand on the front part of his helmet. I began a sideways motion with my palm, changing to small circles after a few seconds. A rapturous look came over his face, and I knew that I was stimulating him hard.
"Maybe you'd better let me finish you off first," I said. "Just lie back and let me do the work. You can take care of me afterward." Brad nodded and lay back, dragging one of the towels we'd taken from the bathroom onto his abdomen. I knew how sensitive his glans was, and I lightened the pressure on the front face, so as to keep him excited as long as possible without pushing him over the brink.
"Your balls are tight against your body," I commented. "Your shaft's really hard and you're leaking a lot of lube."
"Oooohhhh," he groaned, enraptured by the intense sensations.
"Your tip's really hard too, not soft and spongy anymore." He was still grasping my prick, but wasn't pumping me. "Go ahead and hold on to me. I guess it's exciting for both of us, but don't make me come." Now I saw his eyes closing, and remembered that usually he watched as his prick became more excited. This confirmed that my way of stroking him was unusually exciting for him.
"I'm going to slow down more," I said. "I know you enjoy the last stage and I want to make it last."
"Yesss," he murmured blissfully. I felt his fingers give my prick a quick squeeze. This made the root of my prick contract, and I felt a drop of lube begin crawling up my tube. I felt my face flush, and I knew that I was getting caught up in the excitement.
Now Brad's shaft had too much lube on it for me to stroke his foreskin, and I dragged the long hood all the way back to snap down into the deep groove behind his rim, leaving the entire helmet exposed to my touch. I ran my finger around the rim, pressing in when I came to the underside where his hot spot was. He grunted in response, and I now stroked my palm across his slit, spreading the fluid that was seeping through its lips.
"I can see your tip's very dark," I said as I changed my stroke to an up and down movement along his slit. After several of these strokes I pressed my little finger into his slit, parting the lips to caress the inside of his urethra. I hadn't been sure I'd be able to do this, but his slit was wide enough to accept a quarter-inch of my little finger. Now I twisted my fingertip inside his slit and felt his prick jerk in my hand. I removed my finger, not wanting him to finish just yet.
Brad's breathing was heavy now, and I knew he was closer to the edge than before. His toes curled and his leg muscles tightened. I was resting my left forearm on his abdomen, and I felt the muscles tighten as I continued to hold his foreskin tightly stripped back off the head.
His helmet gleamed darkly in the soft room light, and his slit was drooling lubricant as I traced small circles around it with a fingertip. Now I moved my lubricated fingertip down under his glans, into the triangular groove to caress his gee-string. Brad groaned louder, and I felt the tension build up in his body.
Brad's breathing was almost like sobbing, so caught up was he in the excitement, and I knew that any moment he'd tumble into the free-fall of orgasm. I gave his frenulum a couple more flicks and then placed my palm squarely on top of his hot hard head. I swiped it back and forth quickly to bring on his release, and heard him grunt loudly as the orgasm overtook him.
"HUNNHH!" he grunted as I felt his helmet throb hard against my palm. The jet of hot juice flooded my palm and dribbled down his head and shaft. I twisted my palm and felt another hard throb as his hips bucked and he grunted again. The torrent of white cream poured out from between my palm and his helmet, running down the shaft onto the towel. I held his prick at an angle above his abdomen so that the ejaculate would fall onto the towel.
Brad's hips thrust into the air in the fury of orgasm as his helmet throbbed against my hand another time, and more hot juice erupted from its slit. Now I worked my palm in circles against the front of his helmet, confident that the thick coat of cream would mask the sensations and not cause him distress as his glans became hyper-sensitive.
I felt another throb and Brad grunted again as he shot into my palm. The next throb was weaker and his eruption seemed to have less force. He shot again, and then I felt his prick give a series of rapid throbs as his orgasm began to fade. Finally, he was still. His face was red and his chest was heaving. Gradually his breathing returned to normal as he sank into the daze that inevitably follows orgasm. His fingers released my penis.
I held Brad's prick as it gradually shrunk, and carefully pulled his foreskin forward over his glans. We lay without speaking for several minutes, until he'd recovered full consciousness.
"You're still hard," he commented as he wrapped his fingers around my prick.
"I'm really turned on from having made you come," I said. "If you'd given my prick a couple of pumps then, you would have had my load for sure." As I spoke, Brad sat up and placed the other towel over my stomach.
"You've been excited long enough," he said as he placed his palms on the top and bottom of my prick at the front end. "I'm going to give you a quick orgasm. This is going to feel very intense and you'll be coming in about a minute." He began to move his palms in opposite directions, twisting my foreskin over my swollen helmet.
"That feels very nice," I said as he picked up the pace slightly. "I've had this done to me before and you're right- it makes me come very fast." The twisting of my foreskin, the friction against my helmet, and the stretching of the nerve endings in my prick were having a profound effect on me.
"I know you're a dribbler," he said as he skillfully worked my foreskin sideways over my hot hard head. "I'm sure I can get it all on the towel." I felt a tickle begin in my helmet as it swelled in its final engorgement.
"Not always," I contradicted him. "The last time this was done to me I shot ten inches. My eyes were closed so I didn't see it, but my buddy told me afterwards."
"Well, I hope you shoot a mile," he replied. "The hotter your orgasm the farther you'll shoot. I'm going to keep your skin fully forward while you're coming. That way it'll catch some of the jizz and maybe slow down the rest. I wouldn't want you to get splashed in the face."
"Worse things have happened," I whispered as I began to get caught up in the excitement produced by the delicious sensations he was pouring into my prick.
"I can feel how your helmet's gotten harder through the skin. It's really swollen and very hard now," he commented. The sensations were now so intense that my eyes closed, and I knew that the pressure of the impending orgasm was irresistible. He was going to make me come hard , no matter how much I tried to remain relaxed.
"My tip's getting all tingly," I moaned as his palms worked their magic on the end of my prick, building my sensations to the point of explosion.
"Just let things happen, buddy," he said as my legs began to tremble and my stomach muscles contracted sharply. I knew I was right on the edge and the next second would send me into a massive, howling orgasm.
I felt a hot throb grip my glans as the tingle exploded, reaching all the way down my shaft to the root. The sharp spasm deep inside me sent a torrent of cream rushing up my tube, its heat searing my flesh and intensifying my sensations. It was so intense it was almost painful, and I grunted loudly.
Brad's unrelenting twisting of my foreskin gave me a burning feeling in my helmet, and made my prick root go into another hot spasm. This burning jet blew into my urethra, dilating it, and exploded out of the front of my helmet. My eyes were closed and I didn't see how far it went, but it felt very powerful.
I was grunting and moaning, mindlessly and helplessly, as Brad's twisting action brought another hot spasm deep inside me. I felt my hips thrust as this jet shot through my prick like hot lava. I was totally caught up in the frenzy of my orgasm, and didn't understand the words when Brad said something to me.
After my fourth hot discharge Brad stopped stroking my prick, as he knew that my tip would be hyper-sensitive. The root of my prick continued its spasms, although they became weaker as I drained myself. The fluid no longer shot through my prick, but slowly seeped. I began to relax, stunned by the fury and intensity of my release. After a few minutes Brad spoke:
"Maybe you're a dribbler but this time you really shot. That first blast would have gone three feet if I hadn't angled your cock down to shoot into the towel. The next ones were almost the same. When I stopped stroking you I put my hand in front of your cock to catch the shots. Only when you were near the end and your juice began to thin out was there any dribbling. When you were just having clear juice it just dribbled out of the end of your skin."
"Thanks, Brad," I said as I opened my eyes. He was smiling down at me. My prick lay flat on my stomach in a puddle of liquid that was slowly soaking into the terrycloth. As he'd kept my foreskin fully forward the entire time, there was no unpleasant contact between my helmet and the rough cloth.
"I really loved that, all of it," he said. "I loved stroking your cock, feeling that thick skin slide sideways, feeling the head get harder and fatter inside your skin, and then feeling your dick throbbing when you let go. You've got a really nice cock, and it's a lot of fun to play with."
"I know," I replied. "I had a vicarious thrill when I made you cream. It was almost like doing it to myself. I could almost feel what you were feeling."
"I enjoyed watching your face when you came," he said. "Your eyes were closed, your jaw was tight, and your neck tendons stood out. You were really vocal, too."
"I'm almost always vocal, Brad. I don't often shoot, but even when I dribble I'm vocal." As I spoke I noticed a clear drop seeping from the end of his foreskin. "I see you're leaking again." Brad looked down at himself and said:
"Yeah, shows how excited I was. I felt a drop crawling up my dick right as you started to come. If I hadn't just come a couple of minutes before then I'd have dropped my load right then."
If you had, I wouldn't have seen it," I told him. "My eyes were closed."
"Good thing we usually come separately," he said. "We're really reading off the same page. That's what makes our sex so terrific."
I was not to see Brad until the following Saturday, and when I did he gave me some stunning news.
Continued in Part 16