Exploring, Part 5 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Some weeks later, we gathered again at my house. My place seemed to be the best choice because I had a Jacuzzi, which we all enjoyed.
This time Jerry had brought along his 19-year-old son Eric, who had been circumcised against his father's wish when he'd been born. The doctor had told his mother that the boy's tight foreskin kept him from urinating, and had to be removed right away. She had consented, foggy as she was from the drugs they'd given her during the delivery.
Unlike his father, Eric was tall and muscular. Like him, he too was blond, with blue eyes. As Jerry, Chris, and I undressed, Eric's eyes flitted eagerly from one crotch to another, captivated by our foreskins.
"See, Eric, my skin's natural but Jack's and Chris's skins are reconstructed," his father explained. "They were cut when they were born, like you were, and they didn't like it either."
"I've been stretching my skin for about a year," Chris added for Eric's information. "It's slow, but my shaft skin's been stretching enough so that right now most of the head's covered when I'm limp. Jack had his done by plastic surgery. That's why it's reddish at the end."
"The plastic surgeon used skin from my scrotum to rebuild my foreskin," I explained as I watched Eric disrobe. "That's why my balls are tight, unlike you guys." As I spoke I scrutinized Eric's crotch, noting that his penis seemed to be about the same size as mine and Chris's. Unlike his father, Eric had a big helmet-shaped head at the end of his shaft, and of course no long, dangling foreskin to shroud it. A thick brown cut ring circled his shaft about an inch behind the head, clear evidence that he had been done with a Gomco clamp.
"Eric's got a nice head on his, bigger than mine," Jerry said. Turning to me, he added:
"It's a lot like yours, Jack, The same high flaring rim, the same deep groove behind it."
"I've had the hot tub warming up for an hour," I said. "Let's get into it." I led the way to the patio and we arranged ourselves around the periphery in the warm, bubbling water. If there had been more than four of us, it would have been a tight fit. Chris was on my left, Eric on my right, and Jerry between Chris and his son.
"Can I touch it?" Eric asked me shyly.
"Help yourself," I answered as I reached for his prick. I gave his big helmet a series of gentle squeezes, knowing that this would produce a throbbing reflex in his cock-root. I felt Eric's fingers clasp my prick under the water. Across from us, Jerry and Chris were fondling each other's pricks.
"Your skin's tight, not like my dad's," Eric commented. "It's also a lot thicker." I felt him trying to push my foreskin back off the helmet, but my prick was still soft and it collapsed as he pushed.
"Wait until I get hard," I suggested. "Then you'll find it a lot easier to slide my foreskin back." As I continued squeezing Eric's glans, I felt it swell between my fingers. Chris and Jerry were expertly but gently pumping each other's foreskins over their rapidly swelling heads.
"Eric's tip's shaped just like mine," Jerry said, "only a lot bigger."
"I can feel it," I said. "It's pretty large and the rim has a nice flare too." My fingers played over the front dome of Eric's glans, gently circling the slit. He was fully hard now, and I explored the sexy contours. Mine had swollen fully, and now Eric's strong fingers gently pushed my foreskin down off the head. I felt a light tickling deep inside me, and a drop of lube began crawling up my prick.
"You've got a really nice tip under that skin," Eric commented. "I like the way your rim flares, a lot like mine. I wish I had a skin, though.
"You can have one if you want," Chris interjected. "If you start working on stretching the shaft-skin, in a year or two you'll look as if you were never cut."
"Make sure you do it by stretching," I added. "Stretching is a lot cheaper and a hell of a lot safer than plastic surgery."
"I think I'll do it that way," Eric said. "I'd be really nervous about letting a doctor take a knife to my cock again."
"I heard what you did to the doctor last year, the one who cut you," I said.
"Yeah, Eric was a stupid-ass," Jerry said. "If he'd been caught...." He trailed off.
"Yeah, but I wasn't caught, and I gave that bastard what he deserved!" exploded Eric. "He'll never cut another baby again!"
"You planned it well?" I asked.
"You bet I planned it," Eric replied. I watched that doctor for a week, and I knew what car he drove and what time he went home."
"Do you know if the parking lot had security cameras?" I asked gently. Eric paled slightly.
"No, I didn't think of that," he admitted.
"See what I mean?" Jerry said, emphatically. "If you'd been caught on tape your ass would be grass."
"We don't need to argue," Chris said. "Let's get back to the business at hand." I was relieved to hear Chris say this, as I didn't want our mutual comparison session deteriorate into an argument.
"That's a nice skin you've got," Eric said to me. "It's longer than Chris's skin, but not as long as my dad's."
"Mine is gonna be as long as Jack's after a few more months or a year," Chris said. Eric was slowly pumping my foreskin up over my glans, pushing harder when the ring of flesh reached the flaring ridge to urge it up over the edge. I saw that Chris and Jerry were totally involved with each others' pricks, and it was obvious that they had had a lot of practice together.
"I'm getting a bit overheated," said Jerry.
"Me too," I replied. "Let's get dried off and into the bedroom." We rose from the hot tub, our pricks sticking straight out in front of us. Eric's prick was heavy-ended, like mine, and swung from side to side as he walked. We'd each taken a towel from a table on the patio, and now we dried each other. Eric paid special attention to my prick, and obviously enjoyed sliding my foreskin forward and back as he dried it. Chris and Jerry were busy with each other, and I saw that Jerry's prick was skinned back all the way, the two-inch foreskin gathered in a thick fleshy ring behind his small but perfectly shaped helmet. A drop of lubricant parted the lips of his small slit, and I remembered that Jerry secreted a lot of lube.
"Now that you've dried my prick I have to lubricate the foreskin," I said. "It feels more comfortable that way." I reached for the bottle of Astroglide on the bedside table and squirted a couple of drops into the groove behind my rim. I then slipped my foreskin forward to spread it evenly over my glans.
Chris and Jerry now sat on one side of the big queen-sized bed, hands in each others' crotches, and Eric and I sat on the other. We were both still rock-hard, and I continued to squeeze Eric's helmet while he began to slide my foreskin up and down mine. After several strokes he remarked:
"You've got a big head on yours. Ever measure it?"
"Not lately," I replied. "Yours is pretty big too, probably bigger than mine. Let's measure them." I took a ruler from a drawer in the bedside table and laid it on the top of my glans. Eric bent his head to read it:
"That's 1 7/8" from rim to tip," he said. I laid the ruler sideways on my glans and he said:
"Same from side to side; 1 7/8"."
"Now let me measure yours," I said, and put the ruler on top of his glans. "2 inches even," I read off, and then moved the ruler to measure across his glans at its widest point.
"It must be about the same," he said, and I confirmed this when I looked at the graduations. His helmet was slightly longer and wider than mine. I measured his length, and from pubic bone to the end of his glans he was almost 6 ½", longer than his father, although the shaft thickness seemed about the same. The extra length came from his large and prominent helmet.
Chris and Jerry had been following the interchange, and now Chris spoke up:
"He's got the same tight hole like his father. When Eric comes, he really shoots it out, just like Jerry." Eric was lightly fingering my exposed glans circling the orifice.
"I like the way your slit opens up when you've got a hard-on," he said. "That looks so sexy."
"It's a good thing his slit opens up," Jerry added. "We docked last time, and I shot right down his hole. That really gave him a thrill."
"Yeah, it did," I confirmed. "When I felt his hot juice shooting down my tube, I couldn't hold back. I started coming right then."
"Jack, you want to lie down and let Eric stroke you? He's really into foreskins." I didn't mind at all, and arranged myself in the center of the bed, propping my head with a pillow to watch the action.
Eric sat at my side, slowly pumping my foreskin in long strokes with his right hand. Chris came to sit next to him, using Astroglide to lubricate Eric's prick and then wrapping his fingers around it. He gently stroked the shaft and glans in long strokes, twisting his fist slightly when he came up to the head. Jerry was on my other side, his right hand cupping my balls.
"Eric will do a nice job on you," Jerry assured me. "He knows how to stroke an uncut cock, and how sensitive it is." Eric's gentle fingers working my rock-hard prick confirmed this as he slid my hood up and down the contours of my helmet, bumping and lightly compressing the ridge on the up-stroke and running to all the way to caress the front dome. On the down-stroke, the pressure of the foreskin riding back over the blunt nose of my helmet and then sliding down the sides until it crested the corona and dropped into the deep groove behind it was equally stimulating, and I felt a contraction in my tight scrotum.
Eric gradually brought me within reach of the peak, holding me just below the crest to increase the tension without pushing me over the edge. I realized that he knew well that the longer the build-up, the more intense the orgasm. Several minutes of this stimulation had me ready to lurch into climax, and I felt the extra swelling in my shaft and glans that told me I was ready. Jerry noticed it too, and as he continued to knead my scrotum gently he told Eric;
"Look at his tip. It's darker now. His balls are real tight and he's ready for it." Eric replied:
"I know he is. I can feel his tip got harder through the skin. The rim's really flared now." He tightened his fingers slightly and increased the speed of his strokes. The slippery sheath sliding over my rim produced a tickling feeling, and my eyes closed. The tickle spread from my rim all over my glans, and I knew it would be only seconds until I tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm. Now the tickle was increasing and when it changed into a hot tingle I began moaning.
A bright light flashed in front of my eyes as my sensations peaked, followed by the heavy pounding of orgasm deep inside me. The first spasm sent a gush of hot lava searing its way up my prick, where it exploded out of my gaping meatus.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted as the sensations overtook me, putting my mind on HOLD. The second contraction pushed a torrent of thick hot fluid up my urethra, the heat almost painful. I felt another sharp contraction ripping through my crotch as another jet coursed through my straining prick.
Several weaker spasms followed until I was totally drained. My eyes were still closed, but I was acutely aware of the viscous fluid still oozing up my tube, spilling out of my orifice to lubricate my foreskin. Eric had stopped stroking me, as he knew how sensitive the penis becomes during orgasm.
A heavy fog settled over me as the after-shock hit, and I lay mindlessly until it wore off. As I slowly regained my senses, I became aware of Eric lying full-length beside me, and of his heavy breathing. I realized that at that moment Chris must have been stroking him to orgasm. I heard Eric cry out helplessly as his body shuddered next to mine, straining with the contractions of his climax. The heavy odor of chlorine from his discharge filled the air.
When I opened my eyes Eric had drained his load, and was very quiet next to me. Chris was sitting next to him, eyes fixed on his own crotch as Jerry's fist worked his foreskin up and down the big mushroom-shaped head. Chris was pulling the end of Jerry's foreskin out beyond the head, and I knew this was producing a gentle and pleasant sensation from stretching the nerve endings, one that would not risk triggering Jerry's orgasm until he was ready for it.
Chris's jaw hung down as he stared at his prick, captivated by the compelling sensations. I knew he was ready to cream, because his mushroom head was fully swollen and darker than usual. His balls were tight under his body, and I reached over to cup them, as Jerry had done to me.
Chris was now breathing hard, the tension building inside him, and I saw his outstretched legs begin to tremble. This was going to be an intense orgasm, and it was going to begin soon. He'd begun grunting slightly, and the grunts became louder as Jerry increased his pace. Now Jerry changed his grip, placing the palm of one hand on top and the other on the bottom of the prick, rolling and twisting the foreskin sharply over the glans. I knew that this produced an intense and utterly irresistible sensation that would force the orgasm within seconds.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNNNHHHH!" Chris bellowed as the full force of the orgasm hit him. His
legs jerked hard as a thick gush of cream poured from his long slit. The flow wet his foreskin and Jerry's hands before dribbling down to the bed. Chris bellowed again and another long, creamy gush parted the lips of his slit. He stared fixedly at his prick, totally caught up in the magic of the moment, grunting in joyful agony.
The thick fluid caused Jerry to lose his grip on the foreskin, but now it didn't matter as the orgasm was well under way and the glans was becoming too sensitive. Jerry let go and we watched the swollen and straining prick jerk with each subsequent discharge. Gobs of cream poured from the orifice, each one smaller in volume, until Chris had drained his tanks.
With Chris silently supine on the bed, it was Jerry's turn to blast his load. As I'd been the first to come, I was the logical one to work on his prick.
"Pump my skin up and down fast," he instructed me. "I can tell you when I'm ready to pop, and then you strip me back. I want you to see how high I can shoot." He lay on the bed in the spot vacated by Eric and me, and I grasped his long thin foreskin firmly and worked it over the small head. Jerry's extra long foreskin meant that I had a very long stroke, from the base of his shaft to beyond the end of the glans. I felt the contours of his small helmet through the thin skin, and it was easy to feel it getting very hard as his excitement neared its peak.
Jerry's balls were tight against his body now. His breathing was heavy as he stared at his prick, watching the head appear and disappear as I worked his foreskin in long quick strokes. He'd maintained his erection longer than the rest of us, and I knew he needed relief.
"Okay, skin me back," he whispered. I knew exactly what to do, the precise move that would trigger his orgasm and avoid over-stimulating his glans when it became too sensitive. I yanked his foreskin all the way back, using the fingers of both hands to keep it stretched behind the glans. This sudden move put tension on his frenulum, and I saw the head dip, pulled down towards his balls by the tight gee-string.
Jerry's body shuddered, and then tensed, as he yelped in ecstasy. I kept my head out of the way as a thin but powerful stream jetted forcefully from his tight slit. It arced in the air, landing on the foot of the bed. Jerry grunted hard as another long thin stream flew high into the air, and I smelled the chlorine odor. Lesser jets followed as I held his foreskin tightly back to maintain the tension on his gee-string, until he was still. A thin ooze seeped from his small slit, and I let go of his softening prick. I felt that when his sensitivity has gone down he could replace his hood over the head.
We let Jerry lie there until he recovered, while we removed a couple of towels from the bed where we'd used them to catch our discharges. When Jerry roused himself, he said he had to pee urgently.
"Then let's get in the shower," I suggested. "We'll rinse off and pee at the same time." I stood and led the way to the bathroom. My shower enclosure is huge compared to most, and the four of us fitted easily into it.
We were all limp now, our pricks hooded except for Eric, who didn't have a foreskin. The hot water intensified our urge to urinate, and Eric was first to let go. Then, when he saw the stream dribbling from the end of my foreskin, he grasped it between two fingers. Pinching it shut trapped the hot liquid and my foreskin bulged. Just as it was becoming uncomfortable, he let go and a large gush poured from my foreskin distending the orifice.
Jerry was pinching his partner's foreskin and I saw it swell out of the corner of my eye. When Jerry released it Chris let go a gush of yellow fluid that dropped toward the drain. Chris was still pinching the end of Jerry's extra-long foreskin, and we all watched the fleshy tube balloon out until it must have held a half-pint of liquid. When Chris released it, the resulting spout splashed urine all over our legs, but the hot spray from the shower rinsed it from our bodies.
We dried each other after I turned off the water, and then went into the kitchen for some beer. As we sipped, Chris asked me:
"Did you hear about that doctor who got shot up in Maine yesterday evening?"
"I saw it on the wire service," I answered. "It didn't run in the paper because it wasn't a local story. The guy's name was Emil Butcher. What a name for a doctor, huh?" The other snickered.
"I saw on TV that he was shot in a shopping center parking lot," Chris added.
"Right," I said. "It was a lot like those shootings that terrorized the Washington area a couple of years ago. Somebody shot him from a car or van, and nobody heard the shot. The doctor just crumpled over with a bullet-hole dead-center in his chest. The cops are concerned it's another terrorist-type killing, but they haven't got a clue as to who it is."
"I can think of one thing," Jerry suggested.
"Yeah," I acknowledged. "This doctor either did a lot of circumcisions or actively promoted them. Maybe both."
"I'm going to look him up on the Internet," said Eric, joining the discussion. "Maybe he's head of an OB/GYN ward or maybe he's the director of a lab that processes babies' foreskins to make cosmetics. I'll let you know the next time we get together."
With this the discussion ended and we began planning our next rendezvous.
Continued in Part 6