Exploring, Part 19 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
A couple of months after the last encounter with Jim he phoned me at home one Friday evening.
"Got the news on?" he asked. "Turn the news on," he urged.
"What the fuck?" I asked him.
"Just turn it on," he repeated, but I'd already pushed the button on the remote.
"Channel four," he continued. It happened that my set was already on that channel, and I watched, wondering what the news was. The screen showed a baby strapped down in a plastic tray, of the sort used to restrain them for circumcision, and the narration said:
"Doctor Cutter works at the Main Street Hospital, and he advocates that all mothers have their boys circumcised at birth to improve hygiene and prevent later medical problems. He told us that he circumcises almost all the boy babies that he delivers, confident that he's improving their lives for them."
The station switched to a series of commercials and I turned off the TV.
"Can you imagine that?" Jim asked.
"I know. It seems crazy. What doctor would choose to expose himself that way at this time?"
"It doesn't seem rational," Jim went on. "This guy must be an idiot. If one of our shooters sees this program, he just might be loading his rifle right now."
"You're right, Jim," I agreed. "Hold on a minute, though. There's something that doesn't seem right about this. I can't put my finger on it but something strikes the wrong note."
"Yes, it's incongruous," Jim added. "This guy being a doctor, and working in that hospital, sets himself up on TV for everyone to see."
"I have a hunch, just a hunch," I said. "I think I'd better check around to see what I can dig up."
"I think I can do a little checking too," Jim said. "I have a few contacts who might be able to add something to this picture." With these words he hung up. I dialed Brad on his cell phone and asked if he were free to meet with me. He was, and we met in a diner half an hour later.
"Anything funny going on in your department?" I asked after we'd taken a corner booth and ordered.
"How do you mean?" he asked. I sensed he was being a bit cagey, and I elaborated:
"Any unusual operations or projects happening right now? Anything out of the ordinary?"
"There is," he acknowledged. "It's top secret. I'm not even supposed to know about it." I realized that I was going to have to pry it out of him by putting my cards on the table. If this was what I suspected he would tell me. If not, and he still refused to tell me, I would not have lost anything.
"Okay, is there any operation involving Main Street Hospital? Anything to do with a Doctor Cutter? He appeared on the news this evening promoting circumcision for all baby boys. That seems very strange to me." The look on Brad's face told me that I'd struck gold. "Yeah, you guessed it. It's a decoy op. Captain Foozle, Chief of Detectives, thinks he might smoke out the guy who's been shooting doctors by setting up Cutter as a target."
"Is Cutter even a doctor?" I asked.
"No, he's one of us. He wears a ballistic vest, goes to the hospital every day, and goes to a special house we set up every evening. We've got the hospital staked out, we follow him discreetly on the streets, and we have men inside the house. Half the SWAT Team is involved."
"That's exactly what I'd suspected. I don't think it's going to work, Brad."
"I don't think so, either," he answered. "It's too obvious, too pat. A guy would have to be stupid to take that bait."
"So some doctor must have told your captain his concerns. The police didn't know about the circumcision angle before."
"Right. That doctor's scared shitless. I think the whole thing is a move of desperation. Still, there have been stupic criminals who got caught."
"Oh, yes they have," I agreed. "However, didn't anybody think that maybe if there's an attack on Cutter, it might not be the same guy?"
"Well, I know I thought of it," he replied. "I'm sure they must have considered that possibility."
"An amateurish attempt like that is likely to bring out every nut case in the city," I said. Brad and I knew each other well enough to speak frankly. "Anyway, thanks. I'll be in touch." I had to contact Jim to see if he'd turned up anything. We parted.
Back home I phoned Jim, asking if he would be able to meet me. He volunteered to drive to my house and within half an hour was sitting in my living room. I filled him in on what I'd discovered, and then he told me what he'd found:
"What you found out explains everything. One of my contacts is a nurse who works in that hospital's maternity ward. She said she'd never heard of Cutter, and that she never saw him deliver any babies or perform circumcisions there. She also told me that today there were a lot of cops around the hospital. There were SWAT guys in uniform going up to the roof with rifles, and some at the stairs on the maternity floor. She saw plainclothes cops in the lobby, watching everyone who came in. While she was going to her car this afternoon, she saw cops in unmarked cars in the parking lot."
"Well, that pretty much settles it," I said. "It's a set-up, and a clumsy one."
"Still, some yo-yo who hasn't had anything to do with this might decide to take a shot at the phony doc."
"That would be a bad mistake," I pointed out. "He just might get his ass shot off for his trouble." By this time it was ten o'clock, and I invited Jim to spend the night. We undressed and I saw that he'd made considerable progress in his restoration.
"I've got so much skin now that I've got a plastic insert inside it to maintain tension. I just need a small piece of tape to hold it." He had a ring of tape around the front of the insert, and I saw that the insert had a channel in it for urination.
"Well, keep it on right now," I suggested. "I guess we're both tired, but we can play with it in the morning." We got into bed, and he grasped my prick firmly.
"Maybe I'll fall asleep holding on to your dick," he said. I hugged him to me and at some point we drifted off to sleep.
Next morning we both awoke hard, although we'd released each other's pricks during the night. Jim was especially happy over his erection:
"Having a hard-on puts extra tension on the skin and makes it stretch more," he explained.
"Does it hurt when you get hard with that insert taped inside your foreskin?"
"It did, at first, but I've got enough skin stretched now so that it just feels tight. I wear it at night so that any nocturnal erections I get provide more stretching."
"How much skin do you have now without the insert?" I asked.
"I'll show you," Jim replied as he removed the tape and let the insert slide from inside his new hood into his hand. The insert was a tapered plastic cylinder, about two inches long, and with a shallow cavity at the rear for his glans. I saw that without the insert, his helmet was completely covered, and that his new hood closed to a loose pucker at the front. I placed my thumb and index finger on his foreskin covered glans and began to slide the skin up and down, bringing his erection to the straining point.
"Well, with your full bladder you responded quickly," I said. "I'm glad you've got enough skin to cover the tip even when hard."
"So do you," he said. "Ever since I first saw your dick I've wanted skin like yours." He eyed my erection, and the bulge of my big helmet distending the hood near the end.
"I think you'll easily be able to get an overhang, even with an erection," I said.
"Since mine is only five inches long, it won't take as much for an overhang as on yours," He answered. "Yours has such a big head on it that the skin covering it would cover half my dick." He was right. It took about two inches of foreskin to cover my fully swollen helmet, almost half the length of his glans and shaft. He grasped my thick foreskin and began moving it gently up and down my swollen helmet, giving me delicious erotic sensations.
"Your balls are already getting tight," I observed. "You're ready to blast off."
"I think we'll have really hot orgasms now, with our full bladders. "I always found that this increased the tension for me."
"It does for me too," I added. "Plus it makes it easy to flush out the residue after I come." We sat facing each other on the bed, knees spread and hands in each other's crotches, building our excitement.
"I want to make you come while I pinch the end of your skin shut," he declared. "You've got enough slack to do that, and you won't shoot all over the sheets." Jim pinched the end of my hood shut with his left hand, using the fingers of his right to slide and twist my hood over the head. I used long strokes to maintain his excitement, baring and covering his helmet with each cycle.
"That's the best part of having lots of skin," he whispered as the fire of his excitement lit up his eyes. I can get nice long strokes with that skin." I was very gratified that I was able to stoke his fire with his newly stretched foreskin.
"Your tip's more sensitive, too," I pointed out. "I remember how it was leathery and grayish-pink when I first knew you, before you started restoring. Now it's reddish-purple, and it's gotten smooth and glossy like my helmet."
"That's probably the best part of it," Jim said. "I remember when it was hard for me to come, even when I stroked my own dick. I had to tighten up and strain to get over the top. Now I can just relax and let it happen." Jim was becoming very excited, as a result of the sex talk, my strokes on his prick, and the vicarious excitement of handling mine.
"You look like you're getting close," I said. "Your balls are really tight against your body, and each time I uncover your tip it seems to be darker purple." Jim's eyes appeared glazed as he replied:
"Yeah, Jack, this is getting me really hot. My dick feels like its going to burst any moment." I stripped back his hood and touched the hot purple helmet with one finger.
"It feels rock-hard to me," I commented. "I think you'll blow any second. Now you just stop doing me and let me work on your prick. Concentrate on your own pleasure." I felt Jim release my prick as he lay back and closed his eyes.
"Okay, Jack, I'll leave the driving to you."
"Have you ever had your prick rolled?" I asked.
"What's that?" He asked in reply.
"It works like this, and it's going to make you come fast and hard," I said as I changed my grip on his prick. I placed one palm on the bottom of his prick, keeping the foreskin well forward, and the other on top. Now I began moving my palms in opposite directions, twisting his foreskin around the swollen helmet. The sudden twisting action surprised him with its intensity, and his body shuddered.
"Ohhhhh, that's so nice," he whispered. I knew that this was superbly exciting for him because the cords in his neck tensed and his legs began trembling. I could see the front dome of his dark purple helmet between my palms, and his orifice was leaking lots of lubricant.
Jim's fists clenched as I sped up my pace, knowing that his entire consciousness was now focused on the delicious, overpowering sensations in his prick. His breathing was now rapid, almost gasping, and his chest heaved as the sensations in his prick built up to a crescendo.
Jim grunted hard as I felt his straining prick throbbing between my palms, and a moment later a thick and powerful white jet exploded from his helmet, shooting a foot into the air. Jim cried out helplessly as another spasm shot through his rock-hard prick, forcing another jet out of the distended orifice. Jim's hips bucked and I felt his prick throb again between my palms. Another thick rope of sperm erupted from the end, falling back and mixing with his lubricant. The mixture made his prick very slippery, and I was no longer able to twist his foreskin.
Instead, I grasped his prick at the base and yanked the hood back all the way, exposing his helmet down to the deep groove behind it and putting tension on the nerve endings in his gee-string. I knew that additional friction might well cause him distress because his tip was becoming hyper-sensitive like mine does during orgasm, but that tensing the nerve in his skin would maintain his orgasm. The front of his glans dipped slightly as I pulled hard, and I felt another deep throb in his shaft. Another jet poured from his opening, not as powerful as previous ones, but enough to make him cry out again.
I kept still now, maintaining the tension on his prick-skin and watching avidly as the fury of his orgasm gripped him. The lips of his teardrop shaped orifice distended as another load gushed through them, and he moaned again. Jim grunted again, and I felt a weaker throb as another load poured from his tip, this time not arcing into the air but rather flowing to coat his helmet and skin with creamy whiteness.
His prick throbbed again, and this time the discharge was just a dribble that flowed down his helmet and shaft. His abdomen was coated with cream from previous ejaculations, the sperm cooling in the air. I felt Jim's prick throb for the last time, and watched the creamy dribble, more watery now, ooze from his teardrop.
Now we lay still, while Jim
sank into the blissful daze that followed. He was visibly relaxing, the tension leaving his body, and his breathing returned to normal. I was still hard.
A couple of minutes later Jim opened his eyes, turning toward me, and he gave me a dry kiss on the lips. He reached down for my prick and gave it a squeeze. I kissed him on the forehead, cheeks, and lips.
"Okay, Jack, you need relief now." He sat up and grasped my prick around the foreskin-covered corona while pinching the pucker of my foreskin shut with his other hand. He began a rapid jiggling motion, working the slack skin up and down my glans to build my excitement.
"That feels very nice," I said to him. He continued to work the hood over my helmet, his fingertips following its contours as they rode over my flaring ridge and then down the taper in front of it.
"You just relax and let me do the work. I want you to feel what I was feeling. I want to drain you the way you drained me." Jim's fingertips continued their insistent stimulation, pouring a delicious friction into my sensitive nerve endings, giving me a heavy tickling feeling in my corona.
"Ohhhh," I moaned as my excitement increased.
"Your balls are really tight, and I can feel your helmet getting harder through the skin," he said. "The rim's really flaring out." The nerve endings in my tip strained and swelled under the stimulation, and I knew he'd be extracting my load from me soon.
My breathing was heavier now, more rapid and shallow as my body responded to his magic touch. Although I tried to remain relaxed, I felt the tension building inside me.
Now he stopped sliding my hood, instead giving my helmet a couple of rapid squeezes, thumb on my ridge and index finger pressed into the triangular groove under the head. Each squeeze produced a reflexive spasm in the root of my prick, and I grunted each time. I felt a drop of lubricant flow into my tube and begin its slow tickling crawl up my shaft.
Now he resumed working my foreskin up and down the engorged helmet, and the tickle in my corona became heavier. I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt the tickle spread all over my tip. He gave my foreskin a couple of quick twists and the tickle turned into a sharp tingle. The tingle spread quickly, filling my helmet with sensation, and then it exploded, shooting down my shaft like lightning, penetrating the root of my prick.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted loudly as the first hot spasm shook me, sending a hot torrent of fluid into my tube. The hot blast burned its way up my prick as I cried out helplessly, and I felt it slam through the lips of my distended slit. The end of my hood was pinched shut, so instead of shooting into the air the hot lava swirled around my helmet as it filled my foreskin. This feeling triggered another hot spasm that made me grunt as I felt another jet burn its way up my straining penis. It poured into my foreskin, quickly spreading to swirl around my engorged ridge and into the groove behind it.
I cried out helplessly, mindlessly, as a third contraction hit the root of my prick, and felt another gush pour into my urethra. My body was wracked by the hot fury of my orgasm, and my mind was on "HOLD" as another load poured from my prick, filling and distending my already stretched foreskin until it ballooned out with the pressure of my trapped sperm.
Jim continued to work my foreskin up and around my helmet, reasoning correctly that the trapped fluid would mask most of the friction, and thus prevent my hot tip from becoming over-stimulated. I felt another spasm and more fluid poured from my prick, but with less force.
Feeling my foreskin dilated with the trapped juice was a new sensation, reminiscent of when I'd held a docked penis inside my hood and foreign sperm had bathed my glans in its heat. My prick was still throbbing, but not as powerfully, and I knew that the blissful agony was coming to an end. A few weaker spasms made my body shudder, and then I became very still, exhausted by the shattering experience.
As I sank into the deep daze of post-orgasm relaxation, I was aware that Jim was still holding my foreskin pinched shut, keeping the thick, viscous juices trapped within. As my breathing slowed, my mind focused more clearly and I realized that we both had to pee. Full bladders had enhanced the intensity of our orgasms, and increased our sensations.
I opened my eyes to see Jim smiling down at me.
"Man, you really went for it," he said. I saw him reach for a towel and he pushed me onto my side, so that my shrinking penis was positioned over the towel. He released the end of my foreskin and a thick gush of cream poured forth to fall onto the towel. Now he grasped my prick behind the head and gently pulled forward, milking the copious residue from my foreskin.
"That's a lot of cream," he commented as he wiped the outside of my penis, carefully keeping my foreskin forward to protect the tender tip. He gave my softening shaft a few more squeezes and then lay down beside me. I hugged him to me and kissed him on the lips. We lay together, enjoying the afterglow, knowing that we'd have to get up to pee very soon.
Continued in Part 20