Exploring, Part 3 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
It was a couple of months after Super Bowl Sunday that I next saw Chris. I'd phoned him at the adult store to tell him that I had the next couple of days off from the newspaper after wrapping up a three-part piece on corruption in the state government. The State Treasurer had been arrested by the FBI and indicted on various charges, and the fallout was hitting several other members of the administration.
At eight that evening I parked in his driveway. Chris had just gotten home after grabbing a quick hamburger. I'd eaten earlier.
Inside we began to strip down, and I looked closely at his prick, which he had taped up. He had stretched the skin of his shaft forward to cover his big mushroom head and had a ring of tape wrapped around the end of the skin to keep it in place.
"Make much progress?" I asked, eager to know how he was faring in his foreskin restoration. I was especially interested because both Chris and I had been circumcised at birth and wanted our foreskins back. I'd had mine done by plastic surgery and Chris was stretching the remaining skin on his shaft to extend over his glans, a cheaper and safer method that produced superior cosmetic results.
"Look at this," he said as he unwound the tape ring from the end of his skin. "See how it covers about three-quarters of the head now? Last time it covered only half." By this time we were both naked and comparing our pricks.
"You'll get to be like me in a few more months," I said encouragingly.
"I can't wait," he said. "Your skin is so long it goes past the head and forms a nipple in front. That's a lot of skin, and you've got a big head on yours."
"You've got a big head too," I said. Our pricks were swelling with excitement as we compared them, partly because we knew that we'd have some sex play this evening.
"I wish I could grow enough skin to dock you," he said wistfully.
"Well, even with the skin I've got I can't dock you," I pointed out. "My foreskin covers the head and then some, but we've both got big heads and it won't cover them together."
"Yeah, I remember last time. You were only able to dock me after I'd made you come and your cock had gone soft." He sat on the couch and I took my place next to him. Suddenly I remembered something.
"You remember that Doctor Brooks, the big circumciser, who got shot dead in California a few months ago?" I asked.
"I remember it well," he replied. "They ever find the guy who did it?"
"No, the cops never did. They investigated his life inside and out, and they uncovered some interesting things," I said. "He'd been cheating on his wife, had some gambling debts, and the autopsy showed that he was taking uppers."
"What's the matter, didn't all the circumcisions he did support his gambling habit?" Chris laughed.
"Apparently not," I answered. "Anyway, none of these leads panned out, and now there's been another doctor shot in Philadelphia."
"Who?" Chris asked. "Anybody we know?"
"It was a Doctor Levy, another world-class circumciser. He did a few articles for the medical magazines promoting all that bullshit about circumcision preventing cancer, AIDS, venereal diseases, and all that crap. He was even on a few talk shows telling parents their kids should be clipped to look like daddy."
"Well, it couldn't happen to a nicer guy," Chris said sardonically. "The cops have any idea who did it?"
"Not so far," I said.
"Think it might be the guy who did Dr. Brooks?" he asked.
"I can't be sure, but I don't think so. Brooks was shot with a .308 Winchester. Levy got it with a .243. Brooks was shot right on his doorstep. Levy got killed in the parking lot of his office."
"Maybe someone in Philadelphia heard about Brooks and decided to do the same thing to Levy," Chris speculated. "Maybe it was someone Levy had clipped. Maybe the guy who shot Brooks was also one of Brooks' victims."
"If it was someone who got the idea, the cops would call that a `copycat crime.' So far the cops haven't connected Brooks and Levy." I knew where Chris' line of thinking was leading.
"I hope they never do," Chris said reflectively. "If the cops think of the circumcision angle, they might start looking at old medical records and investigating everybody these doctors ever clipped. They might even start investigating Eric." Eric was Chris' cousin's son, and he had seriously beat up and injured the doctor who had circumcised him some 19 years earlier.
"I don't think there's much chance of that," I reflected. "If someone were shooting abortionists, that would make it a high-profile case, and they'd be on that track right away. As it is, there's nothing to show both shootings were done by the same person, or that there's any connection between them."
"Maybe we're the only ones who guessed at it," said Chris.
"That's probably it," I assured him. "Anyway, I asked a buddy of mine in the detective bureau about the doctor Eric beat up last year." Chris knew that I also covered the police beat and had asked me to tell him if I'd heard anything.
"And?" he prompted.
"He told me that, although it's still an open case, that they haven't any new leads. They'd dug up some stuff in his background, like cheating on his wife, and for a while wondered if his wife had hired someone to beat him up. There was no evidence that she had, because as we know she didn't." As I'd been speaking, Chris had been pulling on the nipple of my long foreskin, and rolling it between his thumb and index finger.
I grasped his prick by the foreskin that came part-way up his glans and began squeezing the big mushroom head. This produced an immediate response, and I felt his prick swelling between my fingers. I slid his hood back all the way, remarking:
"Your tip's getting more glossy now. Last time only the rim was shiny, but now the shininess goes halfway up the head."
"Yeah, and it feels more sensitive than before, Jack. You remember how the head was manly rim-sensitive. Well, now the whole head seems more sensitive from keeping it covered."
"You still keep the tape on 24 hours a day?" I asked.
"I keep it on all the time, except to pee and when I take a shower," he replied. "I make sure the tip stays moist by putting a drop of Astroglide on the head before taping up." As he spoke I noticed a familiar odor wafting up from his prick, and commented on this:
"I think you're starting to produce smegma with your new foreskin. You weren't cut as tightly as I was, and the doctor left you part of your inner lining."
"I'm sure he did," Chris said. "I know yours was done very tightly and the doctor took away all of the inner lining and even your frenulum. I've still got mine."
"That means your prick will be more sensitive than mine when you're finished," I said as I strummed the thick band of connecting tissue under his glans, sending a thrill down his prick and making it jerk in my hand.
"Wow, that really feels good," he said as he worked my long foreskin in deep strokes, pulling it all the way down and then bringing it up to enclose my glans completely. We were both becoming very aroused.
"Your balls are getting tight," I pointed out.
"Yours are always tight," he said.
"That's because the plastic surgeon took some scrotal skin to form the new foreskin," I said.
"It's really nice having a foreskin," Chris said. "I know that docking can be a real thrill for guys who can do it."
"I wasn't able to dock you the usual way last time because both our heads are so big," I said.
"Yeah, I remember I had to get you off so that your helmet would shrink and leave some room for my tip. I brought something from the store that's going to let us dock, sort of," he said. "It's called a `buddy sleeve" and it's made for cut guys who want to go head to head." He got up and pulled me with him, leading me into the bedroom. On the bed was a paper bag which he opened, taking out a clear plastic tube about two inches in diameter and about eight inches long.
"That's it?" I asked.
"That's it," he replied. "The first buddy sleeves made years ago were hard plastic, and then they began making them from black plastic tubing. This one's made of polyethylene, and it's soft and flexible so that we can stroke our cocks through it. Let's lie down and try it for size." Chris spread a towel in the center of the bed and we lay on it face to face. Grasping my prick, he eased the foreskin back and squirted a couple of drops of Astroglide on the big helmet.
"Okay, he said as he gently guided my prick into the tube. "This is how we do it. Now I'll squirt more lube into the tube and put my cock in too." He spread the lubricant around the inside of the tube, wetting the entire surface, and then slipped his prick in from the other end until the tip of his big purple mushroom pressed against mine.
"Your tip feels warm," I said as his fingers tightened around the tube, pressing and sliding it to create a gentle friction.
"I think this is going to work great," he said. "I really want to feel your cock spitting its juice against my tip." I knew exactly what he meant, as I'd enjoyed the feeling last time when he'd filled my foreskin with his cream. Now his fingers were moving more quickly, increasing both the pressure and the friction, signaling his eagerness to attain orgasm.
"I'm glad you're doing it faster," I said. "We're both hot to come."
"I know. I can't wait long, Jack. I just need to come. I can see how your helmet's getting darker purple now and it feels harder through the plastic." I had been looking at our pricks and noticed that his mushroom was darkening to a deeper purple as well.
"Anything I can do?" I asked.
"No, just let me do the work. I've got the rhythm now, and I hope we'll come off together."
"That would be great," I responded. "I'd love to feel your tip throbbing against mine." Automatically, my hips had begun to thrust lightly, pressing my helmet against his swollen glans, increasing the sensations.
"I can feel you pumping your cock against mine," he said. "That's really nice." His hips were thrusting as well now, matching my thrusts and compressing the nose of my helmet as his tip pressed against mine.
"Now I'll change strokes," he said as he stopped sliding the sleeve and began twisting it instead, enhancing the sensations.
"That twisting action feels great," I said. "I can't hold out much longer."
"I'm getting that tingly feeling in my rim," he said. "How about you?"
"Me too. Any second now," I added as my engorged glans began tingling. My eyes closed.
"We're both close," he said and began grunting with each thrust. I was breathing hard, becoming caught up in the compelling excitement as I neared the brink. Knowing that his prick was pressing and thrusting against mine added to my arousal, as did the knowledge than within seconds our hot streams would be spraying over each other's tip.
My mind went on "HOLD" as my sensations mounted, and my awareness of the world around me faded as my attention centered on our engorged pricks, filled with hot tingling blood. Pressing through the flexible plastic, his fingers gave me a hot tingling feeling in my rim and the pressure of his glans produced the same feeling in the dome of my helmet.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I heard myself grunting as a hard spasm wracked my groin and I felt the first hot stream burning its way up my throbbing prick. The torrent slammed through the lips of my pouting meatus to erupt against Chris's prick-head.
"AAAAHHHH!" I heard him cry out as his prick-tip throbbed hard against mine. Our legs were intertwined and I felt the hot tension in his body as he climaxed. My groin convulsed again to send another hot jet up my prick, and I heard myself grunting hard. Chris had another spasm, and his turgid tip hammered against mine as he ejaculated again, the juice swirling around my helmet and triggering another contraction in my cock-root.
Our bodies strained against each other as we mindlessly shot more hot streams, filling the buddy sleeve with hot cream that made our sensations more intense. We groaned and grunted helplessly as the rush of sensations overwhelmed us in pure joy.
I became aware that my sensations were becoming less intense, and that my streams had become dribbles, individual hot drops seeping up my urethra, and that Chris had stopped twisting the sleeve over our joined pricks. My body began to relax from the hot frenzy of climax. For a minute or two we lay still, dazed by the after-shock. I slowly opened my eyes, still unable to speak. Finally Chris broke the silence:
"Man, that was hot! Super hot! You know what you did?"
"I came, that's what I did."
"You did more than that, Jack! You came first and your first stream shot right into my slit and down my tube! That just blew me away and I started shooting too!" Now I understood. Chris has a slit much long than mine, and while jacking his prick I'd noticed that on the down-stroke the long lips parted. He must have been thrusting forward, spreading his lips when my first jet had erupted and driven right between them and down his urethra to trigger his orgasm.
"I think the buddy sleeve also held our slits aligned. I'm glad it worked out that way, Chris," I said as our pri cks slowly softened inside the tube, the creamy fluids seeping out past them onto the towel. "I had that happen to me too, years ago. You know how the lips of my slit pout like a teardrop, wide open. This guy had a really long foreskin and his tip was a lot smaller than mine, so he was able to dock me while we were both hard as rocks. Since he was naturally uncircumcised, not reconstructed like me, he was more sensitive and he came first. When he came, he really shot hard. That hot stream shooting into my wide-open slit was like a bolt of lightning. One moment I was getting close, and the next I was over the edge, shooting like crazy.
"That was beautiful, Jack. We've got to do this again. Maybe when I've got a full foreskin we might be able to do it, or if we can't we can use the buddy sleeve."
"Oh, for sure," I agreed. "This was a hell of an experience."
"Maybe you'd like my cousin Jerry to join us," Chris suggested. "Jerry's a widower, and he told me that since his wife died he has no interest in other women. We've gotten each other off a few times."
"Were you able to dock with Jerry?" I asked.
"Yes I was. Jerry's built a little differently than we are. He's got about six inches, like us, but he's got a really long skin and a small tip like your friend who docked you. His tip's a helmet like yours, but not as big. He was able to take my mushroom right down to the rim."
"Sounds like a good idea, especially the docking part."
"Jerry really enjoyed it when we docked," Chris said. "He was moaning and groaning, and afterward he said he really enjoyed it when I shot my load into his skin. He's more sensitive because he was never circumcised so he came first, but I came a couple of seconds later."
"That sounds really hot," I said. "We'll have to set up a time to do this."
"I think we can work it out, Jack. Jerry's a contractor and he's his own boss. It's easier for him to break some time free than it is for you and me. Meanwhile, let's get up and take a shower." We got up and Chris gathered up the towel, dropping it in the laundry basket in the bathroom. In the shower, we luxuriated under the hot water.
"I've got to pee," Chris said. "Watch this." He'd pulled his foreskin forward, totally engulfing the mushroom of his shrunken prick, and now I watched as the hood swelled with urine.
"You couldn't have done that a few months ago," I pointed out.
"Right, Jack. I didn't have enough skin." As he was speaking, the urge had struck me and I pinched the nipple of my long foreskin shut and released my stream. My hood ballooned out as Chris released the tip of his foreskin, allowing the gush to pour out of it. A couple of seconds later, I let my stream pour out, and we watched as our fluids mingled and swirled down the drain. Then we both skinned back and milked our urethras, draining the rest of the fluid. Now we used a sponge to soap each other, carefully rinsing off before he shut off the water.
After we'd dried each other, Chris applied some Astroglide to his prick and pulled the loose shaft skin forward, fixing it with a ring of tape to hold it over his glans. He handed the bottle to me.
"Here, use some of mine," he offered. I skinned back and squirted a couple of drops behind my corona, spreading it all over my large helmet shaped glans as I pushed the foreskin forward to keep it protected and moist. He lent me a bathrobe and we went into his kitchen for a snack and some beer.
"Well, I guess we'll have to plan for when we can get together with Jerry," I said.
"I'll give him a call tomorrow and we'll set it up."
Continued in Part 4