Exploring, Part 21 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Two weeks passed without incident, and then I heard the news that another doctor had been shot in Los Angeles. Jim phoned me before the story broke on the TV news, and he told me that a Doctor Ralph Ripper had taken a rifle bullet in the head outside his home that afternoon. What made this shooting different was that the doctor had been retired for years. The shooter had gotten away without being seen, but based on the recovered bullet, the police thought that the weapon had been a Winchester Model 70 firing a .308 caliber bullet.
"Why on Earth would anyone shoot a retired doctor?" I asked. "All of those who've been shot were active." Jim replied that he didn't know but would search for a connection and get back to me.
Just before five, as I was about to leave the office, Jim phoned again. I'd seen the TV coverage but it didn't reveal anything new. Jim asked to meet me at my house, and that he would bring Chinese take-out. We both loved Chinese food and there was an excellent buffet-style Chinese restaurant not far from me.
Jim arrived just before six, holding a large paper bag from which the delicious aromas of Chinese cooking wafted. We set out the food and began eating with gusto, as we'd both skipped lunch. As we ate, Jim filled me in regarding what he'd discovered:
"I had to dig a little, but I put Doctor Ripper's name on Google and came up with several hits. He's been retired ten years, but long before he retired he invented the Ripper Clip-Clamp."
"What's that?" I asked, although I had a good idea.
"The Clip-Clamp is a cheap and dirty disposable plastic device for performing circumcision. Before the Clip-Clamp was invented, doctors had to use stainless steel instruments, and some of those were pretty expensive. They were also harder to use. In 1955 Doctor Ripper brought the Clip-Clamp onto the market, and it really took off."
"I guess a lot of baby foreskins got chopped because of the Clip-Clamp," I speculated.
"Lots and lots," Jim answered. "The story's really bizarre. Back then only doctors did circumcisions. Poor people and those on various public health plans often didn't get circumcised because they couldn't afford it. For example, African-Americans were rarely circumcised."
"Yeah, I'd noticed that when I was a kid," I said. "Black kids and Puerto Ricans didn't usually get cut. Most White kids lost their foreskins before they got out of the hospital."
"Well, the Clip-Clamp changed that. Hospitals for indigents began assigning nurses to circumcise babies, saving the doctors' time. It didn't matter that they weren't trained surgically and did crude jobs. The patients couldn't complain because they weren't paying. The Indian Health Service bought a lot of them too. Before then, Native American boys practically never got circumcised. Once they started using the Clip-Clamp, they'd line Indian babies up each morning and a nurse would go down the line, slipping on the clamp and cutting the skin off with scissors. You can see what a big difference that made."
"Did they ask the mother's permission?"
"Hell, no!" Jim retorted. "The mothers were in charity hospitals. They had nothing to say about it. When they were ready for discharge the nurses just handed them their circumcised babies and told them to go home. Lots of baby boys went home without their skins because of Doctor Ripper."
"Millions, I'd guess."
"Yeah, Jack, millions. That makes for a mighty big suspect list."
"Millions of kids who eventually grew up, maybe resented having been cut, and it takes only one to ice Doctor Ripper," I said.
"You and I didn't like being cut, but we did something positive about it," Jim said. "Still, I can't condemn the shooter." He gripped my arm across the table. "I hope they never catch him. Does that sound so awful?"
"No, Jim," I answered. "I feel the same way."
"Neither of us is going to shed tears for that cocksucker Ripper," Jim said emphatically. We ate the rest of the meal in silence, enjoying the tasty dishes and immersed in our private thoughts.
Once we'd finished, I gathered up the cardboard containers, paper plates, and plastic forks, and put them in the garbage. Out of habit, we walked back to the bedroom and undressed.
"You're using a long insert now," I commented as I eyes his penis. It was clear that a long tapered cylinder extended from the bulge of his helmet to where the foreskin was taped in a tight ring at the end.
"Yeah, the old one was getting a little loose. Now I use a two-incher to give me more tension. I still use that betamethasone cream, though." As he spoke he unwound the tape ring from the end of his foreskin, allowing the insert to slide out into his palm.
"Hell, Jim, you've got more than an inch overhang there," I said. As I spoke I felt a stirring in my prick.
"That's the idea. Remember, you can never have too much foreskin." He began to slide his long loose hood back and forth, gradually uncovering his purple helmet. Although his prick was a little smaller than mine, the head and shaft had the same proportions, and his helmet was a smaller duplicate of mine. As we sat side by side on the bed I reached into the bedside drawer and took out the slim, battery-powered vibrator I'd used on Brad a couple of weeks before.
"I know you like docking, Jim. How would you like docking this vibrator?"
"Oh, yeah, Jack, I'd love to try that." He grasped my engorging prick to give the head a few firm squeezes that made the root of my prick contract. I gently grasped his prick near the end, keeping the foreskin firmly over his glans, and turned on the vibrator. Now I slipped the vibrator's tapered round end into the pucker. Jim went very still at the new and unfamiliar sensation, and I gently pushed him flat on the bed.
"Oooooohhhh," he said. "That's so nice, so very nice." I pushed the vibrator's tip deeper until I felt resistance, and I knew I'd made contact with his slit. Jim stiffened because the sensations were so intense, and I knew that I'd be able to get him off this way.
"I can see your balls are getting tighter," I commented. "Just stay relaxed and let me work on your prick." I pushed the vibrator deeper to stimulate the upper surface of his helmet, and ran it from side to side. Jim had propped his head on a pillow to get a good view, and now he was enjoying the sight of my inserting the vibrator deeper into his hood.
"That vibrator's only a little more than half and inch thick," he observed. "I shouldn't have any trouble taking it inside my skin." I pushed it deeper, far enough to touch his corona, and he sighed.
"That's one of the good things about it," I explained. "This runs on a small AA Battery, and it's narrow enough to fit inside your hood." Now I began to work the vibrator down one side of his corona until I almost reached the triangular groove under the head, but then reversed course and brought it to the top again, before starting down the other side. The vibrator was deep enough for its tip to be snug against his flaring rim, and I knew he was getting intense sensations from it.
"That's going right through me," Jim murmured. I pulled back slightly on his foreskin to expose the front dome of his helmet.
"I can see it's really working on you," I observed. "Your tip's gotten darker." I continued circling Jim's rim, confident that the intense buzzing was getting him worked up. The drops of clear fluid seeping from his teardrop shaped orifice confirmed that he was very aroused. They also lubricated the vibrator, making it easier to slide around his glans.
"Just try to stay relaxed, Jim. This is pretty intense, and you're going to be coming soon. Stay relaxed and you'll enjoy it more when you start coming." Now I brought the vibrator all the way down and pressed it into the underside of his helmet, stimulating his gee-string and making his entire body tense up. I quickly removed it before I forced the orgasm from him because I wanted him to enjoy a longer build-up.
"That was really hot, Jack. When you touched the tip to my hot spot I almost lost it right then." Now I had resumed working the vibrator around his swollen rim.
"I just wanted to give you a taste of what you'll be feeling at the end. I want to work on your helmet a little more before I make you shoot." I draw his long foreskin back all the way onto his shaft, exposing both his corona and the deep groove behind it. Slowly I moved the tip of the vibrator into his groove, hitting the nerve endings that rarely saw the light of day. This made him tense up again, and I knew that I'd be able to give him his orgasm this way as well.
"Oooooohhhh, that's really something," he said as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. He was so wrapped up in his own sensations that he'd released my prick. Even without his fingers around it, my erection remained firm, as I was caught up in the vicarious excitement. Indeed, I was trying to stay relaxed because otherwise I might lose my load while stimulating Jim.
"I'm going to work on your groove for awhile," I said as I brought the vibrator around, tracing the back-face of his corona and the groove behind it, aware that the intense buzzing was stabbing deeply into his nerve endings, even the buried ones. His orifice was leaking lubricant and his entire helmet was glossy and wet.
"Now I'm going to make you come," I said as I moved the vibrator to the underside, pressing against his gee-string. His prick jerked in my hand, and then jerked again. He grunted and his legs began to tremble as the vibrations filled his prick and reached down to the root.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as I felt the first hard throb in his shaft and a thick rope of cream burst from his gaping orifice to land on his stomach. His stomach muscles contracted and he grunted again as a second hot discharge erupted from his tip. The sight of his straining prick shooting its joy juice almost drove me over the edge as I kept the vibrator pressed against his hot spot. The next load poured from his teardrop, but instead of shooting into the air flowed down over his dark purple helmet, coating it with cream.
Jim's hips bucked as the fourth stream poured from his helmet, dripping down into the triangular groove and coating the business end of the vibrator. Another grunt from Jim signaled the fifth discharge, and now a sixth gush poured from his tip. I kept the vibrator pressed into his gee-string until his discharges had slowed to an ooze, knowing that the vibrator wouldn't over-stimulate him. When his prick ceased its throbbing I removed the vibrator.
I watched Jim's prick soften and shrink, the helmet losing its dark purple color as it became smaller. When I felt I could do so without causing him distress from the friction, I eased the long foreskin over the glans to keep it moist and protected. Jim lay still for several minutes, recovering from the shattering orgasm as his breathing returned to normal. Finally he opened his eyes and looked at me:
"Wow! That was intense! I'd used a vibrator before, but it feels different when someone else does it to you."
"That's been my experience too, Jim. I'd used a vibrator to get off a lot, because I found that although the nerve endings on my circumcised helmet were desensitized, the vibrator reached deep inside to hit the nerve endings buried below the surface. Then I found that there is a difference between doing it to myself and having somebody do it to me, just like ordinary masturbation."
"Speaking of somebody doing it to you, you look like you need some relief, even though your hard-on's gone down a bit," he suggested.
"You're right, Jim. I could use a good orgasm by now. I was close to coming while you were shooting. I'm glad I didn't spill my load because it wouldn't have been as good."
"So lie down now," he urged. "Just let me do it to you like you did it to me." He sat up and grasped my prick with his left hand as he picked up the vibrator with his right. I was half-hard, and my prick came to immediate attention at the touch of his fingers. I felt my helmet swelling, stretching the covering hood that covered it beyond the end. He turned on the vibrator and touched it to the pucker at the end of my foreskin. "I'm going to have you dock it like you did to me," he said as he gently pushed the vibrator's nose deeper into my foreskin nipple. I felt the buzzing tip touch my slit and my prick jerked involuntarily. "You're not quite firm enough," he said as he withdrew the vibrator. "I want you really hard, like you are just before you come," he continued as he pressed the vibrator's nose into the hot spot under my glans. The buzzing penetrated through the foreskin, hitting the many nerve endings in my triangular groove, and I felt the rush of additional blood as my prick engorged to full firmness. "Now you're ready," he said as he introduced the vibrator's tip once more into my foreskin. When it touched my gaping teardrop slit, I cried out and my prick jerked hard. "See, when your helmet's really hard the vibrator has more effect than when it's still spongy. I found that out when you did me." I said nothing, silently enjoying the thrill of mechanical sex. "Now I'm going to go deeper," he explained as he pushed the vibrator farther into my hood. "I'll work it around your rim a few times." I felt the magic buzzing fill my corona as he circled it. At the same time, the vibrator's body buzzed against the top and sides of my glans. "I guess it doesn't do much for your foreskin," he observed. "You told me that the grafted skin isn't sensitive." "You're right, Jim. I can feel the buzzing a little in my foreskin, but it's not very erotic. My helmet and the groove behind it are where I get the most sensitivity." "I think you said your hot spot's right under the head, even though they cut off your gee-string," he said. I was finding it harder to concentrate on his words because the insistent erotic buzzing, filling my glans with messages of joy, was dominating my attention. Still, I managed to answer him: "Yeah, there are still enough nerve endings under the surface to make it really hot for me." Now Jim drew back my hood all the way, baring my helmet and the deep groove behind it. "I'm going to do it to you the way you did it to me," he said. "I want to be able to hit all your hot spots, and watch your big tip when it explodes." I felt the vibrator's nose probing the deep groove behind my corona, stimulating the back face as well. "You've got all those little bumps behind your rim. I know those are full of nerve endings," he said as he worked the vibrator around my ridge, making my buds of sensation sing in resonance with the buzzing. Despite my effort to stay relaxed, I felt myself tensing deep inside. My cock-head was fully engorged, ready to burst, and aching for release. My eyes closed as I withdrew into myself, anticipating the magic moment.
"Now for the payoff," he said as he moved the vibrator down, laying it along my shaft underneath. The nose filled the triangular groove under the head, sending its maddening buzzing into my hot spot. The root of my prick contracted in response, and I felt a wild tickle deep inside as the first hot jet shot into my urethra. It burned its way up my prick to explode into the air. Jim kept the vibrator pressed against the underside of my prick, giving me no let-up in the sensations, and I felt another spasm in the root of my prick.
I was crying out in joyful agony, mindlessly, as my entire body shuddered in orgasm. The vibrator was ripping the orgasm from me, and it felt as if all of my insides were being extruded through my straining prick. Another hot jet pumped from my prick-root, giving me another thrill as it seared its way up my throbbing shaft.
The unrelenting buzzing filled my helmet, and I felt several more hot throbs as the spasms in my prick-root drained me dry. Finally, it was over, leaving me torpid, exhausted from the frenzy of my orgasm. I lay there recovering, and a couple of minutes later I was back to normal.
"Thanks," I said as I opened my eyes. "That was pretty hot, as you could tell."
"Oh, I knew exactly what you were feeling, Jack, since I went through it myself not long ago."
"It was a really hot thrill," I added. "It was better than if I'd done it to myself."
"I'm glad it was with you," Jim said tenderly as he kissed me on the lips.
"Let's get cleaned up," I suggested. We shared the shower and then I stripped the bed, putting on fresh sheets to replace those sopping with our juices.
"Feel like a drink?" I asked. "I'm ready for a beer." When Jim nodded, I led the way to the kitchen and extracted two beers from the refrigerator. I turned on the TV to catch the news as we sipped.
"Police say that they captured a gunman who was about to assassinate Doctor Bill Butcher in Seattle," the bright-faced talking head pronounced in her cheerful way. "A passing police officer spotted Charles Colt as he was taking aim from behind a bush. Apparently Colt was so engrossed in taking aim that he never saw the officer who came up and disarmed him before he could fire."
Jim and I looked at each other, stunned by this new development.
Continued in Part 22