Exploring, Part 23 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
There had been no developments for two weeks. I'd checked with Jim to confirm this, and had satisfied myself that for the moment the situation was static. Then that Friday I got a call from Brad.
"Can I come over this evening?" he asked. "My wife's out of town and I haven't seen you for awhile." I agreed and he said he'd be over after he'd signed out and had a bite to eat. I'd been home for two hours when he appeared. He seemed tired and I asked him if he'd had a rough day at work.
"Tension-filled, I'd say," was his answer. "We had a bunch of burglaries on the west side today, and we've been running from one to the other, writing reports and dusting for prints. I'm just wired." He looked hopefully at me, and I knew what he had in mind.
"You need some emergency relief," I said. "What I've got in mind can calm you down faster than a stiff drink." At my words he began peeling off his clothes, tossing his shoulder holster and handgun onto the couch and then removing everything else. I had on only shorts and a tee-shirt, so I was naked before he was. We went into the bedroom, where at my suggestion he lay flat on the bed. I spread a towel over his stomach and began squeezing his tip through the long covering skin.
"You've got a nice smell to yours," I observed. "It really smells musky." I peeled his foreskin back, allowing the swelling purple glans to emerge, and the aroma of natural male flesh filled the air.
"Yours doesn't have that smell," he said. "I always wondered why, but never thought to ask." Now Brad's prick was fully hard, evidence of the tension he'd experienced that day.
"That's because my foreskin isn't the one I was born with," I explained. "You've got your original outer covering and inner lining; mucus membrane that secretes the fluid that keeps the head lubricated. The doctor who circumcised me stripped at all. He removed the inner lining right down to the groove. The inner lining I've got is shaft skin, covered by a scrotal graft. The shaft skin is just outer skin. It doesn't secrete any lubricant, and that means no odor. I use Astroglide to keep it lubed and moist, but you know that doesn't have the natural male odor." As I'd been speaking I'd returned Brad's foreskin to its fully forward position because I wanted his helmet covered for what I was about to do.
I placed my right palm on top of his prick and the left one underneath, and began sliding them in opposite directions. This stroked his foreskin sideways around the head, producing the delicious twisting friction that brings orgasm quickly. The stretching of the nerve endings in his foreskin and gee-string added to his excitement, and through the gap in the end of his hood I saw that his helmet was already turning dark purple. I felt that under the foreskin his glans was fully engorged, the edge of his corona sharp through the skin.
"Oooooohhhhh," Brad sighed, his attention fully engaged by the acute sensations he was receiving through his foreskin and helmet. I knew that I'd have his load within a minute, however much he tried to relax and hold back.
"Your balls are already tight," I advised. "I'm going to make you come quickly. You need to drain your balls right now." I increased my pace, feeling the hardness of his helmet through the mobile foreskin I was using to tease it. His breathing became quicker as the tension built in his body.
"You're leaking a lot of lube," I observed as I saw his prick respond to the stimulation. The slit, barely visible through the gap in his hood, was gaping as drops of viscous fluid flowed through it. I was concerned that if the lubricant spilled over to coat my palms I'd lose my grip on his foreskin, and I increased my pace to make him climax before this occurred.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!" he breathed harder as I twisted his foreskin ruthlessly in opposite directions. He was seconds away from the point of no return, his prick so filled with sensations that he was mindlessly anticipating release. From having undergone this sort of stimulation, I knew that his straining glans was aching for the moment of discharge, and I felt my prick swelling as I vicariously enjoyed his sensations.
His abdomen was tight and his legs spread farther as they began trembling in response. I saw that his seeping lubricant was starting to spill over and I increased the pressure of my palms. Brad's jaw clenched and his eyes closed as he inhaled deeply.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as I felt his prick throb hard between my palms. A thick white jet shot from his distended slit and fell back onto the towel. Brad's hips bucked, he grunted again, and another rope of white cream erupted from his prick. I'd been working on him only a minute and he was already into a pulse-pounding orgasm. Fluid coated my palms and I felt myself losing my grip. I gripped his shaft below the head with my left hand, drawing the foreskin down firmly, and wrapped the fingers of my right hand around the dark purple helmet, coated with lube. I twisted my fist rapidly, knowing the hot thrill this produced in a glans that was already pounding with orgasm. He cried out helplessly as the direct friction against his exposed nerve endings shattered him, and another thick gush poured from his gaping aperture. I gave his hot hard helmet another quick twist and his body shuddered again as it released another thick gush of cream. I felt the hard throbbing of his glans in my encircling fingers. Now I knew that his sensitive tip would become hyper-sensitive any second, so I stopped the friction and just held it, feeling it throb with each emission. The spurts weren't as strong now, although I was sure they all felt equally good to him. When I saw that his prick was merely oozing, I let it down and waited for him to recover. Brad sank into his daze and his breathing slowed as his prick shrank. When it was soft I guessed that the extreme sensitivity had also abated, and I gently eased his long foreskin forward to keep his beautiful helmet protected and moist. "You really did it for me," he said finally. "I really blew a load." "I know, Brad. I was watching and feeling it. Your prick really spurted a lot." "Now it's your turn," he said, reaching for my half-hard prick. "No, I'm really tired," I said. "My day wasn't tense like yours. I was pretty busy, though, and that left me tired out, not wired the way you were." "What do you want to do, then?" he asked.
"Let's just go to sleep," I suggested. "In the morning we'll both be pretty refreshed and we take up where we left off."
"Sounds good to me," he said. I turned out the light and we cuddled under the covers. My semi-erection quickly subsided and I slept soundly.
In the morning we found ourselves hugging under the covers as we awakened. Not surprisingly, we were both hard resulting from full bladders and tactile stimulation. Brad spoke first:
"Well, Jack, looks like you're primed and ready to go. How about it? Before or after you pee?" The invitation was clear and when he grasped my prick firmly in his strong fingers I thrust it into his hand. I felt my foreskin slide back as my glans pushed its way into the air. Brad threw off the covers and his eyes fell on my prick.
"I think you're really ready," he said, evaluating my rock-hard erection. "That big helmet's dark and flaring, and I don't think I'll have to do much to make it spit at me." He pulled my foreskin up to cover the head again and placed his palms on the top and bottom, starting to move them in opposite directions as I'd done to him the night before.
"Ooooohhhh," I moaned, electrified by the sensations even though I wasn't quite fully awake yet. I came up out of my fog as Brad's strong hands began moving faster, sending hot thrills into my glans and foreskin.
"I can feel how hard your cock is through the skin," he commented as he increased his pace. The delicious sideways friction was irresistible, and I turned slightly to lie flat on my back as my legs spread. Brad was avidly churning my prick, twisting the tight foreskin over my engorged helmet, as I sighed in delight. I knew from experience that I wouldn't last 60 seconds under that intense stimulation.
"Now for full speed," he said unnecessarily because I felt his palms moving faster, sending hot thrills into my prick. I was helpless in his hands, captivated by the intense tickle in my helmet, and the way my rim flared out from my straining glans to absorb more friction.
I felt the friction most in the rim, the way he was moving his hands and my hood over my helmet. A powerful tickle filled me glans, and now a tingle began stabbing deeply into my rim, slowly spreading all over the head. I was trying to relax, attempting to prolong my pleasure and relishing the feeling of anticipation, but Brad's stimulation was too strong. I knew that I was going to come soon and come hard, because of the tension in my lower body. I found my eyes closing involuntarily, although the sight of Brad's palms wringing my foreskin was fascinating. I felt a drop of lubricant seep into my urethra deep inside me and begin crawling up towards my gaping orifice.
The hot tingle spread all over my helmet, from the flaring rim on top to the blunt front dome, and down to the twin lobes underneath. Now the feeling exploded, and I felt a sensation like a lightning bolt shoot down my shaft and grip my root.
"HAHHHHHH!" I cried out as the first spasm made the root of my prick contract, expelling a torrent of hot fluid that burned its way up my tube to slam through the distended lips of my orifice. I cried out again as my prick-root contracted and sent a second gush flying through my throbbing prick. I yelped in agonized ecstasy as Brad's hands ripped a third load from me, and gasped as it bubbled up my tube. Now I felt my foreskin being drawn down sharply, liberating my throbbing, spitting helmet. Brad held my foreskin tightly back, stretching the nerve endings to produce further emissions without the friction that would irritate my over-stimulated glans. The next contractions became progressively weaker, and finally there was just a mild seepage as my prick began to soften.
"I did it to you just like you did it to me," he said. "It was nice to strip your skin back and see that big pruple helmet shooting. Oh, yeah, I know you usually dribble but this time you really shot hard the first few loads."
"I'm exhausted," I whispered.
"You'll be all right, Jack. Just give it a minute. Want to get into the shower? As soon as your dick gets a little softer you'll flush out that sticky stuff that's lining your urethra." He was right and I struggled to my feet while Brad preceded me to run the water.
Inside the shower booth, we reveled in the hot water that flowed down over our bodies, rinsing away a night's perspiration. My foreskin stayed locked behind my rim even though my prick had softened, and the hot water on my helmet stimulated my urge to pee. I relaxed and let go as Brad was retracting his long hood to lock behind his rim. In a couple of seconds, his thick yellow stream joined mine, flowing down the drain as we sighed with relief. We then soaped each other carefully, and rinsed ourselves thoroughly, making sure no soap residue remained under our foreskins to irritate the delicate tissues. We dried each other and proceeded to the kitchen where I made coffee and turned on the TV.
The cheerful bimbo was at her usual post, delivering tidings of tragedy as if she were announcing birthday party invitations. Brad and I sipped our coffee and half-listened until she said:
"And now from Indianapolis, we learn that a Doctor James Mangler was killed last night as he left his office. He'd been working late doing paperwork while a gunman waited in ambush. Police say the gunman used a .338 Lapua caliber rifle equipped with a night vision scope."
"Well, fuck me!" exclaimed Brad. "Night vision! That's a first!"
"Don't forget the .338 Lapua Magnum cartridge, Brad. That's a hot one. She didn't say where he was shot but it just might have turned him inside-out."
"Hell, a head shot with that and he'd have no head left." The talking head had turned to another tragedy and I clicked her off.
"That reminds, me Brad, is there anything new on the single-car crash that killed what's his name a couple of weeks ago? You know, the doctor driving up for his medical board hearing."
"Oh, you mean Butcher," Brad replied. "That's still pending. There's no evidence that another vehicle collided with his. His car was so smashed up it was just bent metal and charcoal. He must have been doing 80 miles an hour when he hit. No skid marks either. Now just between us, nobody really cares, either. My department has more recent crimes to worry about. Mrs. Butcher gets all his money, so everybody benefits, except the undertaker. There wasn't enough of him left to embalm."
"I wonder how many kids this Doctor Mangler circumcised?" I mused.
"No way to tell, right now. Maybe it'll come out, sooner or later." I stretched out my arm to him and asked:
"Would you like something a little different from last night?" He nodded and I led him back to the bedroom, where I removed my electro-stimulation equipment from a drawer.
"This is something I've been playing with for awhile," I said. "These electrodes fit on your prick and balls and send electric pulses through them. You don't know where yo u're at. You just come."
"Does it work as fast as that twisting thing we did just now?" he asked.
"Not necessarily," I explained as I slipped an electrode inside his foreskin. "You can adjust the current to mild or hot, and anything in between. It's up to you. This can make you come in five minutes or it can keep you hard for an hour."
"Okay, let's do it," he said as I wrapped the band around the base of his shaft. He placed one electrode next to his anus while I stuck the last one behind his scrotum. Then I clicked the unit to ON and nudged the power knob.
"Feel that?" I asked.
"Yep, Feels kinda tingly," he replied. I increased the power and adjusted the frequency to one that I knew I enjoyed. "That's even better," he said, and I noticed his penis begin to swell.
"Just lie flat and leave the driving to us," I counseled him as I spread several tissues over his stomach to catch his cream. His prick was fully hard by now, the outline of his helmet clearly visible through the generous foreskin. Now I increased the rhythm and power slightly, and his prick began to jerk each time the LEDs flashed on the control panel.
"That's really doing it to me," he commented as we both watched his prick jerk harder, bobbing up and down with the lights. We continued this way for a couple of minutes, as I wanted him accustomed to the pulses that were contracting the muscles in the root of his prick.
"Now a little more," I said as I twisted the power knob, and this made Brad's prick bob in about a 30-degree arc, up and down, with each hot pulse.
"Hey, I'm really feeling it now," he said.
"I know your prick's feeling it. It's really swollen now. Just look at that head." The outline of Brad's straining helmet was bulging through the tightly stretched foreskin that held the electrode in place. A steady seepage of clear fluid flowed from the thick pucker at the end of his hood, and I knew that the salty fluid inside his foreskin provided good conductivity for the current. I twisted the power knob a bit more and saw that Brad's stomach muscles had tightened. He spread his legs and clenched his fists.
"Just close your eyes," I urged. "Just concentrate on the feelings in your prick." He closed his eyes and his legs began trembling slightly. I knew that he was seconds away from exploding, and I deiced to leave the power setting where it was because he'd soon shoot. His hips rose slightly and I knew that the tension in his body was peaking.
"HUNH!" he grunted loudly as his hips bucked and I saw a thick gush of white cream pouring from his foreskin pucker. I knew that he had shot, but the foreskin captured and slowed his stream. Brad's prick was red, straining with the orgasm, and he grunted again as the insistent pulses pulled another heavy load from his prick. His pucker filled with cream that flowed freely onto the tissues and soaked into them.
Brad was totally caught up in the hot frenzy of his electro-orgasm, and I heard him grunt again as he bucked his hips to expel another stream from his straining prick. I kept the power setting at the same level because I knew that there was no friction to hit his tender glans and the pulses would not cause distress.
"HUNH!" he went again, and poured another stream through the slot in the end of his foreskin. The next load was less, and now Brad's prick began a steady seeping that became clearer was he exhausted his semen. Now he was discharging only clear lubricant and had stopped grunting, so I turned off the power to allow him to relax.
Released from the fury of his orgasm, Brad's body lost its tension. His breathing slowed, and after a couple of minutes he opened his eyes.
"WOW! I feel like I just slammed into something at 80 miles per hour," he said. "That was terrific."
"I'm glad it was good for you, Brad." I delicately removed the electrodes from his body, carefully peeling back his foreskin to release the one on his helmet. I then removed the blue band from his shaft while he removed the ones from between his cheeks and behind his balls. He sat up, carefully squeezing the residue from his urethra and foreskin, wiping the end of his prick with a wad of tissues.
"Hungry?" I asked. He nodded, and I went to the kitchen to fix breakfast.
Continued in Part 24