Exploring, Part 4 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
I'd last seen Chris two weeks ago, and he'd suggested getting together with his widowed cousin Jerry for a threesome. Jerry had become interested in male sex since his wife had died, and once Chris had been able to arrange a date I invited them both to my house. Chris had picked up Jerry and now they were both standing in my living room. Jerry was about Chris' height, thin, and blond. His blue eyes worked around the room and came to rest on me. I suggested that we strip down, false modesty not part of the plan. We looked at each other as we undressed, paying particular attention to the crotches.
"I've seen Chris's new foreskin several times," said Jerry to me. "Yours looks a lot different, kinda reddish on the end. Is that because of the plastic surgery?"
"That's right. Jerry. The surgeon used skin from my scrotum for the outer layer and shaft skin for the inner layer. The texture of the foreskin at the end is wrinkled and pebbly, like my scrotum."
"At least he gave you a lot of foreskin," Jerry added. "Your tip's completely covered and you've even got some overhang. I hope Chris can get that much with his stretching."
"I didn't have this much after the surgery," I said. "I had to stretch for a couple of years to get the overhang. Also, I think you noticed that my balls are kinda tight. He took the skin from there, so I don't have low hangers the way you do."
"Yeah, I've got low hangers, for sure, but sometimes it's a bit inconvenient the way they swing around." As he spoke I saw that Chris was peeling off the tape ring that held his shaft skin stretched over his big mushroom head.
"I've been following his progress since he started, Jerry said. "Now you can see he's got more than half the head covered, even without the tape. Of course, it slides back when he gets hard."
"I want to wind up with skin like yours," Chris said to me. "Better yet, I'd like skin like Jerry's. Yours covers your tip even when you're hard, and Jerry's got a tremendous overhang." I saw that Jerry's prick, tapering from the base, had about two inches of foreskin beyond the outline of his small glans.
"You've got a really long foreskin," I said, addressing Jerry. "The skin's pretty thin, though, because I can see the contours of the head through it, even though you've got a small head." Jerry grasped his still limp prick with the fingers of both hands, working the long foreskin back until he'd exposed the head.
"I've got a helmet head," Jerry responded as I was peeling my foreskin back in the spirit of show and tell. "It's just like yours, Jack, with a flaring rim and all that, but just smaller."
"That's what makes docking possible," contributed Chris. "Think you'll have enough space inside your skin to take Jack's big head?" he asked, addressing Jerry.
"Hell, if it's no bigger than your mushroom there shouldn't be a problem," Jerry replied as he slipped his foreskin forward again. I grasped his helmet through the foreskin and gave it a couple of gentle squeezes.
Unlike us, Jerry had never been circumcised and his prick was more sensitive than ours because he had the original foreskin, with its many nerve endings. As a result the slightest touch produced intense feelings that activated his prostate gland, basting his helmet with a copious amount of lubricant. A drop oozed out of the pucker at the end of his long wrinkled hood.
"Let's get into my Jacuzzi," I suggested. "It's nice and warm in there and we can soak while we get better acquainted." We went out onto my patio and slipped into the hot tub as I activated the pump. Teeming bubbles surrounded us as we settled in. Chris was on my left and Jerry on my right.
"Your prick loves attention," I remarked to Jerry.
"Bet it does," he said as he grasped mine. Jerry's prick was almost hard now, responding quickly to the light stimulation I'd used, and he began working my foreskin up and down my partly swollen head.
"Yours is kinda tight," Jerry said. "It doesn't slip back as easy as mine."
"You're right, Jerry. It's tighter and a lot thicker than yours. You've got only thin shaft skin and inner lining. Mine has shaft skin substituting for the inner lining that was removed, and scrotal skin for the outer cover. That makes it a lot thicker than your foreskin, but you'll find it easier to slide back when my prick's totally hard and stiff." The pressure on my glans from Jerry's efforts to peel back my hood was having an effect, and my prick now swelled quickly.
"Oh, there it goes," Jerry said as his strong fingers eased my foreskin back over the dome of my glans, continuing down along the taper to the corona, where the edge lay poised on the flaring rim for a moment. Suddenly I realized that we were leaving Chris out of the action and I reached for his prick with my left hand. I heard him sigh as my fingers closed around his shaft, tugging the slack skin up over the rim of his mushroom.
"I think your tip's a lot like mine," Jerry said as he tugged my foreskin back to ride over the rim and snap down into the deep groove behind it. "It's hard to see through the bubbles but it looks like a helmet to me."
"It is a helmet, Jerry," volunteered Chris. "It's a lot like yours, only bigger. Take a look at Jack's slit, though. When his helmet swells, the lips pout like a teardrop. Yours stays tight." I raised my hips so that the front dome of my glans broke the water.
"Yeah, you're right," said Jerry. "It's funny how all our cocks are a little different. That's what makes looking at men's cocks so fascinating."
"Jerry shoots like a fire-hose when he comes,' Chris said to me. "That small tight opening really builds up the pressure when he shoots. He can shoot across the room when he's really hot."
"Ah, most of the time I just dribble," I said.
"Your balls aren't as tight as they were before," said Chris as the fingers of his other hand cupped my scrotum.
"Yeah, the hot water loosens them, although they'll never be like yours and Jerry's." Now our three pricks were erect, having responded to the stimulation. Chris and I had about six inches, and Jerry a little less.
"We're all growers, not showers," Jerry remarked. Limp, our pricks shrunk to about half their erect length, unlike those that were big from the outset but did not swell much as they stiffened with erection.
"Jerry's shaft is about the same length as ours," Chris said to me. "His cock's a little shorter because the head's smaller."
"I think mine's about an inch long," said Jerry. "How long is your helmet, Jack? Ever measure it?"
"I did a couple of years ago. Full-hard, it's 1 7/8" from rim to the tip."
"Let's just stay hard for a few minutes," Jerry suggested to me. "I'm sure you don't want me shooting into your water. It might clog the pump," he said with a laugh.
"That sounds good," added Chris. "I know I always shoot more if I've been hard for a long time."
"A long build-up works for me," I said. "I've always found that I shoot more, and sometimes even shoot a stream instead of a dribble if I've been hard for a long time." We worked each others' pricks with gentle touches, carefully avoiding the hard stimulation that would push us over the edge.
Chris slowly worked my foreskin up and down the head, ensuring that my erection remained for the duration. I pulled on Jerry's foreskin with the fingers of my right hand as I knew that stretching its nerve endings would be as effective as rubbing it up and down his glans. With my left hand, I gently squeezed Chris's mushroom, producing a tightening in his cock-root with each squeeze without risking sending him over the edge.
We worked each others' pricks for several minutes, without speaking, simply enjoying the pleasant sensations. I felt a drop of natural lubricant begin its slow crawl up my tube, and I felt the end of Jerry's foreskin become slippery between my fingers as Jerry's prick produced a copious amount of lubricant that leaked through his loose pucker. Now Chris spoke:
"I really want to see you and Jerry dock. Just watching that will get me turned on a lot."
"Then I'll suck you to orgasm after we've finished," Jerry said. "After all, you're my cousin." We stood slowly, a bit unsteady because of the relaxing effect of the very warm water. I had brought out a stack of towels and we dried each other before going into the bedroom. Inside, I spread a towel on the queen-size bed and Jerry and I lay down with our pricks pointing at each other. Chris stripped back my foreskin and said to Jerry: "That's the helmet you'll have to cover." "I think I can do it," Jerry said as he grasped the edges of his foreskin orifice with the fingers of both hands, spreading it to engulf my swollen glans. With his lubricant easing the way, he quickly pulled his foreskin over my helmet, easing it over the flaring rim so that the edge clasped the back-face of my corona. His fingers held it in place firmly as he began moving the skin on my tender glans and gently thrusting his helmet against the front of mine. I reached for Chris's prick but he pushed my hand away, saying: "Don't worry about me, Jack. Just concentrate on your sensations." "I can feel the sexy curves of your helmet through the skin," Jerry commented as he worked to increase our arousal. "Too bad your skin's not transparent like the buddy sleeve Jack and I used last time," Chris said to Jerry. You could see how his tip gets a lot darker when he's about to come." As we'd been out of the relaxing hot water for several minutes now, their scrotums were tight against their bodies with excitement. Mine was normally tight but I felt it contract even more with the sensations. "I can feel how your rim's gotten harder," Jerry said to me. "It's really standing out now." I felt his fingers contract around my glans through the enveloping skin as his rock-hard tip pressed more forcefully against the blunt dome of my glans. "This is really exciting," I whispered as I felt the erotic tightness begin in my crotch muscles. "I don't know how long I can hold out." "Don't even try," Jerry murmured. "Just let yourself go. I'll get there before you." I remembered that his prick was more sensitive than mine and that he would start to shoot his cream before I did. My eyes closed as my glans began tingling. Our breathing deepened as we raced to the finish. "HUNH!" Jerry grunted loudly and I felt his tip throb hard against the front of my helmet. An instant later, I felt his hot jet slam through the gaping lips of my slit and drill into my urethra like a bolt of lightning. I cried out helplessly as my cock-root contracted in response and the first jet of hot lava seared its way up my tube, flushing out Jerry's cream as it erupted against his glans. Now Jerry shot again, another powerful squirt that splashed against the front of my glans, the heat producing another contraction deep inside me. I moaned as the hot liquid spread under Jerry's foreskin, bathing my helmet and titillating the nerve endings. I felt his hard little tip hammering against the front of my glans as it jetted against me. Our bodies strained with the effort and our pricks thrust against each other, smooth slippery tips sliding in a flood of cream. Our mindless moans and grunts filled the room as the fury of our orgasms tore through us and we poured out torrents of thick viscous juice that cushioned the friction of his foreskin on my glans. The cushioning action was welcome, because my helmet was starting to get super-sensitive, and more friction would have been painful. Now my ejaculations were tapering off, but still pleasant, the exquisite sensations sending thrills throughout my body. I knew that Jerry was feeling the same thing, possibly more intensely because he was also getting sensations through his foreskin that was wrapped around my throbbing helmet. My prick continued to dribble as the hot throbs subsided, the slight spasms still pleasurable, and I felt the faint throbs of Jerry's tip tapping against the front of my glans until we became utterly still and utterly spent. I hugged Jerry close to me as your pricks softened and my glans slipped out of the enveloping sheath of his foreskin, spilling our creams all over the towel. We lay that way for a couple of minutes and I opened my eyes to see Chris sitting on the bed next to us, his hand wrapped around his prick, stroking the slack skin slowly over his swollen corona and halfway up the mushroom shaped glans. I knew that he needed release, and I nudged Jerry. He hadn't closed his eyes when he'd come, and he was instantly aware of Chris's raging erection. He rolled over and grasped the hard prick around the base and held the slack skin tightly back as he enveloped the dark purple head with his mouth. Jerry began pumping his lips up and down over the turgid flesh, sending messages of joy to Chris's brain and making him moan in delight. Chris sat, spread-legged, letting Jerry have full access to his crotch. Jerry clamped his fingers harder around the base of the turgid prick, his other hand cupping the tight scrotum. Chris moaned louder as Jerry intensified his efforts, now scraping his teeth down the broad upper surface of the hard, swollen glans. As Jerry moved his mouth back, I saw that Chris's mushroom shaped tip had turned darker purple, ready for release. His balls were drawn up tightly between Jerry's fingers, evidence of his extreme arousal, a nd I knew it was just a matter of seconds until he'd be pumping his sperm into Jerry's waiting mouth. I lay there watching, my right hand easing my foreskin forward over my soft glans to protect it, waiting for the inevitable explosion. Chris now had his eyes closed because of the intensity of the sensations that Jerry was pouring into his engorged prick. His jaw dropped as he gasped for air, breathing through his mouth, and I saw his body tense as the critical moment approached. "AAAAGGGGHHHH!" he bellowed as the fury of the orgasm overtook him. His face turned red as he dissolved into a mindless mass of sensations. I saw Jerry's Adam's apple move up and down as he swallowed the outpourings of the orgasm, struggling to swallow the viscous fluid. Chris yelped in helpless excitement as Jerry scraped his teeth down his glans again and again, bringing forth torrents of hot cream that filled his mouth. Now Jerry removed his mouth, as he understood very well how terribly sensitive the glans becomes during a massive orgasm, and we watched Chris's engorged mushroom spitting another load to land on the towel. The dark purple color contrasted sharply with the whiteness of the torrent that spewed from between the long lips of his slit. Chris was still moaning as Jerry pumped the slack skin of his shaft to bump against the swollen corona, adding to the excitement without over-stimulating the sensitive head. Chris was now pouring forth weaker streams, which relented to a steady dribble that flowed down the head and shaft, wetting Jerry's fingers. The residue was thinner and less creamy, as Chris had drained himself into Jerry's mouth. Finally, the oozing stopped, and Jerry released his prick. We all lay there, contemplating the hot moments we'd shared. Chris was in a daze, but Jerry and I had regained full consciousness. I spoke: "Jerry, did you know that your first jet shot right down my urethra?" "I was wondering about that," he replied. "Remember how I grabbed you tighter just before we came? I wanted to try to line up our holes. I figured that since I shoot such hard streams, and the lips of your slit pout, I'd shoot a jet right down your hole. How did it feel?" "Like nothing else," I answered. "It took me by surprise, that hot jet drilling right down inside my prick. That's what triggered my orgasm. It was mind-blowing." "Exactly how did it feel?" Jerry asked. "I've never had that happen to me because my hole is too tight." Now Chris had roused himself and was listening intently to the conversation. "It felt like a hot drill was drilling down my urethra. It was hot, almost burning, but not painful. It was so intense that even if I'd wanted to, I wouldn't have been able to hold back. I lost my load as soon as you shot into me. Then the feeling of both our loads shooting around inside your foreskin made it even hotter for me." "I love the feeling of hot sperm running around my mushroom," Chris added. "When Jerry and I docked it was pure heaven." "Ready for a shower?" I asked. "I think we could all use one and my shower stall's big enough for the three of us." They nodded and got up, while I rolled up the towel, dropping it into my laundry basket in the bathroom.
Chris and I did what we always did when we showered, pinching the ends of our foreskins shut to make them balloon out with urine. Jerry, with his two-inch overhand, quickly followed suit, outclassing us as his long fleshy tube expanded. Chris and I had to release our foreskins after only a few seconds, but Jerry's foreskin held about half a pint, I thin, and when he finally had to let go, it poured out in a huge stream that splashed all over our legs. When we were drained, we soaped each others' bodies, then rinsed and dried each other.
The intense activity had stimulated not only our pricks but our appetites, and before we went into the shower I had phoned to order a large pizza. My refrigerator was well stocked with Shiner Bock beer, which the three of us liked for washing down pizza. Delivery was promised in three quarters of an hour, and it arrived right on time.
We sat on my patio, shielded from prying eyes by the high fence, munched slices of pizza, and sipped our beers. Chris asked me:
"What's the news on that doctor who got shot in Georgia?" Earlier, while we'd been speaking on the phone, I'd mentioned to him a wire service story about the shooting.
"That was Doctor Morgan, and he also made big bucks circumcising babies. He once boasted that he was going to set a world's record for circumcisions performed in a lifetime. Last week in a hospital parking lot someone pumped three bullets into him from a .40 S&S automatic, two in the chest and one in the head."
"The cops have any leads?" Jerry asked.
"Not that I know of," I answered. "I've been watching the wire service reports and all the cops know for sure is that Morgan was shot with a .40 S&W. There were no witnesses and the shooter picked up his ejected shells. They've got no clue as to motive, they said, except his wallet was gone."
"The other two shootings were with rifles, right?" Chris asked me.
"That's right. I don't think it was the same shooter. This time the shooter made it look like it might be robbery."
"Let's hope that the cops never think of the circumcision connection," Jerry mused.
"That's right. If they ever do, that's going to change the focus of the investigation. Also, I hope it wasn't the same shooter doing all three. With the computer surveillance the government's doing today, they just might find out who was in those three places when the doctors were shot."
"How can they do that?" Chris asked.
"It's not too hard. We all leave a paper or electronic trail when we travel, or even when we stay home. Airlines keep records and so do railroads."
"What if he drove?" Jerry asked.
"Ever use a credit card to buy gas? Pay for a motel room? Pay for a meal? They can check with the credit card companies and find out everywhere you've been the last five years. Computer searches can narrow it down pretty far."
"I hope it wasn't the same guy," Chris said. "I'd hate to see him get caught for the shootings."
"Me too," added Jerry.
"I'll keep an eye on the news the next few weeks to see if anything new develops," I said.
"We'll have to get together again soon," Chris said as we finished the pizza. "Maybe Eric could come next time."
"I'll ask him," Jerry said. "He's really interested in foreskins, and I'm sure he'd love to see guys who have restored theirs."
We then cleaned up the trash and went to bed, sharing my queen-size, for a night's deep and restful sleep.
Continued in Part 5