Exploring, Part 26 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
I hadn't seen Jerry, Chris's cousin, for months. This was my fault because I'd been neglectful. I'd been so preoccupied with other things that I'd never called him. On the other hand, he hadn't called me either, so I didn't feel as badly about it as I would have if I'd neglected to return his calls. He finally phoned me one evening:
"Hi, Jack, it's Jerry. Long time no see."
"I'm sorry I didn`t phone you Jerry. It's been a really busy time for me, but that's not really an excuse."
"No excuse necessary, Jack. I'm at fault too. Anyway, can I see you? I wanted to talk something over with you."
"No problem. It's still early. Want to come over now?"
"Okay, I'll see you in fifteen minutes." He hung up. When he arrived, I saw that he was still thin, and possibly slightly thinner than when I'd seen him last. His blond hair also seemed to be thinner, and I guessed that the nature of his work was stressful.
"How about a beer? I asked, and when he nodded affirmatively I pulled two bottles from the refrigerator. As he lifted the bottle to his lips I asked:
"What's the problem? Is there a problem?"
"No, not a real problem, just a worry," he responded. "I know you remember Eric. Well, he's doing all right, still keeping out of trouble. I was wondering if there's any chance of the cops ever connecting him to the beating he gave to the doctor that clipped his foreskin years ago."
"Well, in theory it's always possible, but as a practical matter I'd say the chances are pretty slim. You know that someone's been shooting these foreskin amputators right and left. One of them even got run down while he was jogging. None of the perpetrators have ever been caught, although one guy was questioned by the cops a couple of months ago. He was in the clear, though."
"Think the cops might ever make a connection between the shootings and that beating?" Jerry continued to probe.
"They might, but I think it's really unlikely. I think they've forgotten all about it by now. Also, this doctor that Eric clobbered wasn't a high-profile foreskin chopper. After all, in their scale of priorities a homicide tops assault and battery any time," I reassured him.
"That's good to know," he said. I realized that he was very tense, and that it might take more than a beer to relax him.
"Want to strip down?" I asked. "Got the time?"
"Oh, yes I do," he replied. "I'm widowed and Eric's staying with a friend tonight, so I don't have to be home at all." I led him to the bedroom where we quickly doffed our clothes. Jerry's prick, with its long foreskin, still tapered because of the small glans and dangled down over his balls.
"Been giving that foreskin a lot of exercise?" I asked. "You had two inches of overhang last time, and now it looks longer."
"Oh, yeah," he answered. "I guess I stretch it out every night. I like to beat off." In proportion, Jerry's foreskin was a lot longer than mine.
"With some guys," I said, "The head pops out of the foreskin every now and then. I've never seen that happen to you. It always stays covered."
"Well, the head on my cock isn't very big," he said with a shy smile. "It's not like yours." Jerry and I had similarly shaped helmet heads, but mine was significantly bigger than his. My corona flared out to larger than the shaft, while his tip was narrower than his shaft even at the corona. My helmet bulged through my foreskin, while Jerry's barely interrupted his foreskin's smooth taper when he was totally limp.
"I can see your helmet's starting to swell," I said. Even under his long thick foreskin Jerry's glans was beginning to thicken noticeably.
"Yours too," he riposted. "It's really stretching out your foreskin." We sat next to each other on my queen-size and his fingers wrapped lovingly around my shaft, jiggling my foreskin slightly. My prick now began swelling rapidly. I grasped his, gently squeezing the glans through the long tapering foreskin, knowing that each squeeze produced a reflexive throb in the root of his penis. Within half a minute we were both hard. Jerry's erection was like mine, about six inches long, not counting the overhanging foreskin, and his shaft was straight, like mine.
"You've got a lot of foreskin too," he commented. "Even hard, it still covers the head completely."
"Your balls hang lower than mine," I compared.
"That's because some of your scrotal tissue was used to make that new foreskin of yours." He was right. The plastic surgeon who had constructed a new foreskin for my denuded glans had used a graft from my scrotum for the outer layer. Jerry had been luckier than I because his foreskin had been amputated. His prick and its foreskin were as pristine as the day he'd been born, although larger, of course.
"That feels good," I said as he began pulling my foreskin down off the head, exposing the round front dome. The pressure of my tight foreskin ring against my engorged helmet felt delicious. I began stripping back his foreskin, revealing the small helmet after a healthy pull downward.
"I like to see that big purple head," he said. I smelled the rich masculine aroma of his wet glans and foreskin as I peeled the hood down all the way.
"I like the way your prick smells," I said. "You smell like a real man because of your natural foreskin."
"I like the way your hole pouts," he replied. "When the head's all swollen it looks like a teardrop." He was referring to the way the lips of my slit gaped with erection. My slit was visible through the ring of encircling foreskin.
"Yours is just a slit but it's cute anyway," I said. "I like it when the cream starts shooting from it. Mine usually just dribbles."
"I guess it dribbles when you do yourself, but I've seen your cock shoot when Chris or I work on it. I guess that's because another guy's hand is always more exciting than your own."
"That's very true, Jerry. That works for all of us." I was tugging gently on his shaft skin, keeping the long foreskin bunched behind his rim and the frenulum under the head taut. I knew that putting tension on the nerve endings of his foreskin and gee-string was as exciting as stroking. Jerry responded by pulling my foreskin tightly back, baring not only the head but the deep groove behind it. The thick ring of foreskin made the shaft bulkier for about an inch behind the head.
"You've got a beautiful helmet, Jack. I wish I could dock it but my foreskin's too narrow." He was right. His foreskin was long but only large enough to accommodate his helmet. It would hurt him to try to force it over the bulk of my glans. However, we knew from a previous experience that my foreskin, although tight, would stretch enough to accommodate his helmet.
"I can dock you," I suggested. "I've had your tip inside my foreskin before. You really enjoyed that." His eyes lit up at the suggestion, which brought back the erotic memory. Now we were both stroking each other's pricks sensually, working on the foreskin and building desire without bringing us much closer to the point of release. By tacit agreement, we wanted it to last.
"Okay, Jack, let's do it." Jerry lay down on his side, facing me. I released his prick and went into the bathroom for a towel, which I spread between us. We knew from experience that docking produced a tremendous amount of goo, both from lubrication and ejaculation.
Jerry's prick secreted a lot of natural lubricant, clear viscous liquid that now seeped from the puckered end of his foreskin. His hood had slipped forward over his glans the moment that I'd released it, pulled inexorably forward by his thick gee-string. I envied him that because my frenulum had been amputated by the doctor who'd taken my foreskin at birth.
Now I lay down facing him, holding my prick in my fist with the foreskin fully extended into a pucker beyond the glans. Jerry skinned his foreskin back and pressed the nose of his glans against my pucker, gradually slipping in until I felt the first touch of his hot glans against my dome. His slit was seeping lubricant that worked to ease the entry of his helmet into my foreskin.
At this point about half of Jerry's helmet was encircled by my thick foreskin. He pushed forward slightly and I watched as more of his glans slipped into my foreskin, which stretched to accept it. He pushed in farther and I felt his tip riding over the top of my helmet to be completely enclosed by my foreskin. The twin lobes underneath his glans pressed into the broad upper surface of my helmet.
"Your tip feels hot," he commented as he began a regular thrusting and withdrawal, in short strokes to avoid slipping out of my foreskin.
"Yours does too," I added, feeling his small helmet stretching my foreskin as it moved rhythmically in and out.
"This is so sexy," he said. "It's so intimate to have my cock-tip inside another guy's foreskin."
"It's nice to feel you moving inside my foreskin," I said. "I know it'll be even nicer when you start to shoot."
"I'm glad you have a tight foreskin," he said. "That tightness keeps just the right amount of pressure on my tip."
"Your balls are getting tight," I observed. "You're really getting into it." Along with the scrotal tightening, Jerry's breathing had also gotten heavier.
"I can feel your foreskin rubbing over the top side of my tip," he said. "I also enjoy the smooth sliding feeling of my tip against yours." I felt him thrusting more deeply into my foreskin as he spoke, the longer thrusts pushing the nose of his glans against the flaring rim of mine.
"You're getting deeper, and I can feel your head rubbing against my rim," I said. "See how far you can push it into my foreskin." Jerry increased his thrusts and now the twin bumps underneath his helmet bumped my rim as they slid over it, the nose of his glans pushing into the pocket at the rear of my foreskin."
"I can feel your rim sort of scraping the underside of the head where my gee-string is," Jerry told me. "That's really sexy."
"You're so far into my foreskin now that when you come you'll be shooting your cream behind my rim," I said. I was anticipating this because one of the greatest sensations of docking was feeling another man's hot sperm jetting and swirling in the groove behind my corona.
"Just keep a tight grip on your foreskin," he urged me. "I want to feel your gizm around my tip when we come." We both knew that during orgasm the jetting juices felt very hot, enhancing our sensations.
"I think we'll come together," I said. "I feel pretty hot right now, and I can feel how hard your helmet it. It's pretty swollen and ready to go."
"Yours is harder than when we started," Jerry now observed. "I know you're right up there with me." I knew he was right, and I knew that, although both our helmets were hidden deep inside my enveloping foreskin, they'd darkened in color.
"Want to stop for a minute, or at least slow down?" I questioned him. "We'll come harder if we take our time." At my words Jerry paused in his thrusting, and we lay quietly, feeling our helmets throbbing with excitement inside my foreskin.
"Now that we're not moving, I can feel your tip throb against mine," he said.
"Wait until I start coming," I countered. "Then you'll really feel it throb." Despite our utter stillness, our excitement wasn't subsiding, for the sexual talk was keeping us pumped up.
"That always makes it better for me," he answered. "I really get turned on by a hot guy's helmet pounding against mine. You don't shoot as far as I do, but your tip really throbs hard."
"I know you shoot really hard, Jerry. "I've seen ypur prick shoot both ways, with the foreskin over the head and catching the juice, and with the foreskin pulled back so that you let go some hard streams. Both ways turn me on."
"Yeah, when I come with the foreskin forward mine just dribbles out, like yours."
"I've watched you come that way, Jerry, and with each jet I saw the end of your foreskin swell and jerk, even though the cream just dribbled from the pucker."
"Well, I'm holding tight onto my foreskin to keep it peeled back when I come. That way, Jack, you'll feel the jets shooting hard inside your foreskin."
"That's the way I like it," I told him. "You'll be shooting right behind my rim. That's almost as hot as shooting inside my hole. That happened to me once. The guy's hole was lined up with mine and when he unloaded the first hot jet shot right inside me." What I was telling him affected Jerry, for he began thrusting his prick inside my foreskin again.
"I'm so hot..." he trailed off. I felt his small glans sliding sensuously against my helmet, its nose stretching the back of my foreskin again and again as he probed its depths.
"That's it, Jerry, just let yourself go. Let your prick shoot inside my foreskin," I urged. I knew that we were both so hot that release was only a minute away, and that when it came we'd both explode in mindless and joyful convulsions.
"Your cock feels so hot, it's so hot inside your foreskin," he said as he continued thrusting. His breathing was more rapid now, testimonial to his excitement. My arousal matched his, although I wasn't thrusting, and I tightened my grip around his prick, clamping the edge of my foreskin around his shaft behind the head to contain our juices when they erupted. Jerry's long retracted foreskin formed a ring around his shaft, a tight seal that wouldn't leak, because we were sealed flesh to flesh.
"You're really leaking lube," I commented as I felt the warm wetness of his viscous fluid spreading inside my foreskin, easing the path for his engorged glans. At the same time I felt a drop of my own lubricant begin its long crawl up my tube. I normally don't lubricate, but my excitement was so high that my prostate gland was working overtime.
The thick film of Jerry's lube inside my foreskin was masking our sensations somewhat by reducing friction, mercifully extending the time it would take for us to come to climax and prolonging the delicious feeling of anticipation. I was glad that we approached the point of no return slowly because I was already feeling a tickle in my corona. My breathing became harsher as my body tensed involuntarily, preparing for the orgasm. I saw Jerry's legs begin to tremble as my eyes closed and I withdrew into myself.
My mind was shutting out the world as the sensations in my prick became more powerful and compelling. I knew that with the excitement my helmet was fully engorged, straining and aching for release as the gentle tickling feeling built up and became more demanding.
Now Jerry was gasping and his thrusts became more vigorous as he came into the final moments of his build-up. His prick strained as it thrust into my foreskin and stretched it tightly. The tickling in my helmet was not intense, and I knew that only seconds remained before we'd both be blasting our jets into my foreskin, to mix and swirl around our tender and engorged tips.
The tickle inside my helmet changed suddenly into a hot tingle, and it spread like a sudden shock down my shaft, making me moan as I felt the insistent THUD-THUD-THUD of my orgasm. Hot cream poured out into my tube as I felt Jerry's glans throb against mine in the first second of his release. The burning fluid seared its way up my shaft as I felt the first hot jet shoot from Jerry's helmet into my foreskin to swirl around the straining rim of my glans.
We both cried out helplessly as our pricks throbbed against each other and our hot jets filled my foreskin, mixing with the lubricant. I felt Jerry's helmet hammering against mine each time he shot. Our bodies strained as we shot again, sending two more torrents of cream to distend my foreskin. I felt the layers of my foreskin stretching as our tips throbbed against each other again, releasing another flood of semen.
My foreskin was so distended that there was no longer much flesh-to-flesh contact, Jerry's glans riding inside the thick coating of juices that had flooded my foreskin. Although we'd both reached the point where our tips were becoming super-sensitive, we felt no distress as Jerry continued to thrust inside my foreskin. I barely felt the twin humps of his helmet as they rode over my hard, flaring corona, probing into the depths of my foreskin. Our tips again throbbed against each other as we spewed more fluids.
Our joyous grunts filled the air as we strained with the last throbs of orgasm. Now, although my thumb and forefinger were clamped tightly around the end of my foreskin, I felt some wetness as the mixture of fluids began to seep past the seal. The towel would be very useful because I knew that the moment I unclamped the end of my foreskin, hot fluid would gush from it to flood anything underneath.
Now we'd both finished our major spasms, although I felt residual throbs in both our helmets. The dying spasms deep inside my body released ooze that crawled listlessly up my tube, eventually to appear in my slit. Our pricks were softening as our frenzied breathing eased, and we sank into the daze that is the aftermath of joyous release.
With Jerry's shaft losing its hardness, I was no longer able to maintain the pressure that had sealed my foreskin against the flesh of his inverted hood. The hot fluid poured over my encircling fingers, filling the air with a pungent chlorine odor that was very familiar to us. As our heads cleared, Jerry spoke first:
"That was awesome, docking inside your foreskin."
"It felt wonderful for me," I added. "Your hot tip was banging against mine and stretching my foreskin too, especially after we started coming."
"I'm really glad you got your foreskin back," he continued. "It makes sex so much more exciting."
"I'm glad you got to keep your original foreskin," I said. "I know it's much more sensitive than mine."
"I'm sure my foreskin's more sensitive, but I know your tip got more sensitive once you had skin covering it again."
"You're right," I told him. "Once my helmet was constantly protected and moist, the sensitivity came back quickly." His words reminded me of all the years I'd mourned my lost foreskin and the joy I'd had with its surgical replacement.
"I guess we can clean up now," he suggested, picking up a corner of the towel and wiping the outside of his shaft and foreskin. He'd pulled his foreskin forward to protect the sensitive tip. I also pushed my foreskin up over the helmet and wiped the outside of my prick, meticulously squeezing the shaft to milk out the last drops. Once we'd finished, we felt too tired to do anything else, and we fell asleep.
Continued in Part 27