Exploring, Part 6 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Because of conflicting work schedules the four of us did not meet for another three months. In the interval, Chris and I got together a couple of times, and I took great interest in the progress of his restoration. One evening we compared our reconstructed foreskins:
"Your hood covers the head completely," I remarked after he'd taken the tape ring off.
"Yeah, but it still skins back when I get hard." As if to illustrate this point, his prick began to swell, and I watched his big mushroom glans crawl out of the new hood. At the sight mine began swelling as well, and his fingers closed around it.
"I think you're ready to use an insert to put more tension on the skin when you tape up," I said.
"I really want to get more skin, like yours," Chris said. "I'd like to have enough so that the head stays covered even when I'm hard." He began stroking my foreskin slowly, gently uncovering the big purple helmet and making my nerve endings sing with delight. I clasped his prick but had to use a different stroke, urging the stretched-back foreskin up over the crown to compress the nerve endings.
"I'd like to see you with a long tapering foreskin," I said. "You'll really like it when your foreskin's long enough to form a nipple beyond the head." Neither of us had come in a week and we stood there in the bathroom, where we'd been about to shower, urgently needing release.
"I can get some plastic inserts at my store," Chris said as I pumped his hood over the dark swollen mushroom. "They're made just for stretching the foreskin by a company down in New Orleans and a set comes with three different lengths. I get them at a discount." Chris worked in an adults store, which is where I'd met him.
"That's really good," I said. "Do you sell a lot of them?
"Not a lot, I guess. Maybe two or three sets a month. I'm not the only cut guy who wants his skin back." His breathing was now heavy, his excitement fueled by the discussion, and I noticed that his glans had become darker like mine. My excitement was near the peak as well, and I felt a tickle in my corona.
"I'm getting close," I said as I turned to face the sink. I'd be coming any moment and I didn't want to spill my cream on the floor.
"I know you are. "Just let me pump that skin to make you come." His fingers tightened on my prick and he stepped up the pace. The tickling sensation had spread all over my helmet and was more intense now. "I want you to come first," he continued.
"Any second," I muttered through gritted teeth as I grasped the edge of the sink with my free hand while continuing to pump his rock-hard prick with my right. My knees were braced against the cabinet because I knew that they would buckle when the orgasm hit me.
"Your eyes just closed," Chris whispered in my ear as his other hand cupped my tight sac. The tickle had changed into a hot tingle that filled me glans with sensations and was spreading down my shaft. My jaw clenched and I felt my crotch muscles tightening.
"I felt your tip throb through the skin," he said. My helmet was straining, aching for release, and when Chris twisted my foreskin over it the dam broke. A hot spark shot down my shaft and I grunted loudly as the heavy pounding of orgasm began deep inside me. The first torrent of burning lava poured out of my prostate and pumped up my tube as I cried out in joyful agony.
Now Chris pulled my hood back hard and I felt his fingers encircle my slippery wet helmet to twist around my corona, triggering another hot shot that poured up my penis to explode from my pouting slit. Several more followed, draining me, and when the last spasm had wracked my insides I realized that Chris had stopped stroking me. He knew how super-sensitive my glans becomes during orgasm and didn't want to cause me distress.
"I hung on to the edge of the sink as the dazed feeling crawled over me, unable to concentrate even though I knew that I had to give Chris the relief he craved. After a couple of minutes I recovered and resumed stroking his prick, rolling the newly-grown foreskin over his bloated purple corona. I saw his glossy mushroom tip straining with the blood distending it. He responded immediately, bracing his knees against the bathroom cabinet.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as the first shock of orgasm hit him, and I saw a thick rope of white cream shoot from his long slit to splatter against the far side of the sink. Chris staggered as his knees buckled, but I pressed my body against his to brace him against the cabinet, and he shot again. His semen gave off a strong chlorine odor, more than mine, and I gave his thick hood another pump to bring forth the third string of white cream.
Now I stopped because I knew that his glans, like mine, would become super-sensitive within a second or two. I felt his shaft throb between my clasping fingers as another torrent of thick viscous fluid came out. Another ejaculation was less forceful than the others, although his prick throbbed just as hard, but now his throbs weakened as the remaining fluid oozed from the lips of his long slit.
We showered and after we'd dried each other Chris pulled his newly-grown foreskin forward again. I peeled off a strip of tape and wrapped it around the puckered end to keep the skin stretched over his glans. We parted after promising to arrange another meeting in a few weeks. This time his cousin Jerry and Jerry's son Eric would attend.
Several weeks later they all showed up at my place one Saturday morning. We all had news to relate and, as we stripped down in my bedroom, we eyed each other carefully. I saw that Chris seemed to have extra bulk under his foreskin and when he removed the tape a yellow blunt-nosed plastic cone slipped out from the end.
"I see you've been using the inserts," I remarked.
"Yeah, and I've already got half an inch extra length," he replied. I could see that, even without the tape to hold it in place, his new hood extended beyond the end of his big mushroom tip.
"Eric's started taping," Jerry said, and I shifted my gaze to his son's crotch. There was a tight tape ring holding the pucker of his skin in place over the big helmet-shaped glans, and he removed it as I watched. The tight skin quickly slid back to reveal the bulky purple glans, setting in a wrinkled ring behind his corona.
"See, I've already got enough skin to fill the groove behind my head," he pointed out proudly. "I was cut tight, but now I've got some slack, even without the tape."
"Keep it up and you'll have a new foreskin like Chris," I said to encourage him. "Has it gotten more sensitive yet?"
"Not that I've noticed," he replied. "I've only been taping for a few weeks."
His father Jerry's foreskin hung down two inches past the end of his glans, and I was sure that Eric envied him for it. Now I led the way out to the hot tub and we got into it. Spring was here and we knew that we wouldn't shiver when we stepped out.
"Another doctor got shot," Eric said.
"Fuck, you didn't do it," Jerry exploded.
"No I didn't Dad. I saw it on the news a couple of days ago. It was a Doctor Smith in Michigan. That's a thousand miles from here."
"I saw the report on the wire service," I added. "The cops said he was shot with a .300 Winchester Magnum, center of the chest, and it almost turned him inside out. That's a hell of a powerful round. I checked out the doctor on the Internet and found that he'd recently given a newspaper interview that he'd performed more circumcisions than any two other doctors at the hospital where he works."
"Did the doctor die?" asked Chris with a malicious grin.
"Fuck yeah!" said Jerry. "A Winchester Magnum throws a 180 grain bullet out at more than 3,000 feet a second. They load hollow-points, real heavy-duty stuff."
"Well, let's hope he's gone up to that great Gomco factory in the sky," added Chris, still grinning.
"All of these doctors got shot with different guns," I said. "That's good. That's going to avoid the cops linking the shootings, even if there is a connection."
"There is a connection," said Eric. "They're all circumcisers. They all chop little babies."
"We know that," Chris said. "Maybe nobody else knows that." I now spoke again:
"I think they were done by different people, what cops call `copy-cat' crimes. If the same shooter did all or some of them, he was smart in using different firearms. The ATF traces bullets, and has a computer database on the calibers used in different shootings. They might make the connection if two or more doctors had been shot with the same caliber."
"That's something else these shooters have to watch out for," said Jerry. "I hope they don't get caught."
"The shooters also used different modus operandi," I said. "All of these circ doctors got shot in different situations and locales. One got shot in front of his home. Another got it in a parking lot. This Smith guy got shot as he was leaving the apartment of his gay lover. That's certainly going to throw up a smokescreen, especially as he's married, got three kids, and his wife never knew."
"That's a hoot," Jerry laughed. "Shows these circ doctors really have something funny in their brains."
"I think you're right, Jerry," I said. "When the cops investigated the lives of these guys to try to find a motive, they uncovered all sorts of things. One was over-prescribing stimulants to a select clientele. Another couple of them were cheating on their wives, one with a woman and Smith with a man. Another was involved in a money-laundering scheme. Not one of them was a clean-living, hard-working doctor."
"What can you expect?" asked Chris, still smiling and enjoying the bubbles coursing up through the hot water. We were all relaxed and happy, relishing the moment and thinking of the intense pleasures yet to come this morning. In anticipation, we were all partly tumescent.
After almost a half hour we got out. Both Jerry and I had to pee, and we didn't want to do it in the hot tub. We each grabbed a towel from the stack I'd placed next to the hot tub and began drying each other.
"That water made your foreskin nice and loose," Jerry observed as he dried me. "It's usually so tight but here it's gaping. I can see the end of your helmet inside."
"It made your balls dangle even more than usual," I countered.
"Yeah, Dad's balls always hung low," confirmed Eric. "Mine do too. I'm a lot like him."
"Eric's got a bigger helmet," observed Chris. "It's exactly the same shape as Jerry's but a lot bigger."
"Jack's got a big helmet too," said Eric. "I saw what happened last time. His skin was tight, but the shape of the helmet showed anyway. After his skin was back, it really swelled up."
"Our tips all swell just before we come," said Chris. "Even yours, Eric. Yours also gets shiny, even though it's normally dry and leathery because you've been cut." Now we were in the bathroom and Jerry and I stepped up to the sink, skinning back in preparation.
Jerry's foreskin was gathered in thick rolls behind his crown, and he had to use both hands to keep it back, as it tended to roll forward over his small glans. Mine, on the other hand, locked back behind my flaring corona, and stayed there until I pushed it forward again.
Neither of us was full-hard, as this would have made it difficult to pee, and we easily let go our streams. Mine was thicker because of my pouting meatus, and Jerry's was thin because of his tight slit. It also seemed to have more velocity, as it splashed against the far side of the sink. When we'd finished we carefully milked down our pricks to expel the last drops, as we didn't want any oozing residue gathering under our hoods.
In the bedroom Chris was holding up a vibrator he'd brought along for Eric to see. He explained its function:
"This bell-shaped attachment fits on the stud of the vibrator, and it fits over the head of your cock. When you push the slide switch you can select either low or high intensity. The sensations are very intense, and you'd better be sitting or lying down the first time you try this. The first time, I was standing and my knees buckled when I turned it on, and I didn't come for another minute."
"How did you find the right size bell for my tip?" Eric asked him.
"I didn't," Chris responded. "These vibrators come with just one bell, a sort of one-size-fits-all. The bell has slits cut in the sides so it expands to fit larger heads, and a rubber band holds the sections together around your rim. This isn't very good, partly because the skin of your mushroom can get pinched. I made several custom bells from silicon rubber, in different sizes. The one here is what I made for my tip. It just might be a close enough fit for you, since our tips are about the same size. Want to try it?" Eric lay down on the bed, allowing Chris clear access to his half-hard penis.
"Now I'll put it over the head first," Chris said as he picked up Eric's prick with one hand and eased the bell over the helmet-shaped glans with the other. "Someone want to plug it in for me?" I reached over and inserted the plug into a wall socket beside the bed.
"This works really well on circumcised guys because the nerves at the surface have been dried out and desensitized from not having skin to protect them. The vibrations reach down through the surface and hit the deep-seated nerve endings. That's a sensation you probably never felt before."%0 A "I'd used a vibrator a few years ago," I contributed. "The sensations are really intense."
"Good thing you're lying down," Chris said. "You might fall down when I switch it on. Ready?" Eric nodded, and Chris as moved his finger on the slide switch the vibrator began to buzz.
"Oooohhhh," moaned Eric softly as we saw his body tense suddenly. His fists clenched and his jaw tightened as the sensations bored deeply into his rapidly-swelling prick. The shaft straightened and stiffened to full erection within seconds and only the back face of his corona was visible under the rim of the vibrating bell.
"Just try to relax," I coached him. "This works very fast and you'll be coming in just a minute. The more relaxed you can stay the better it'll feel when you come." I knew that Eric was trying to remain relaxed, but the vibrations were so intense that his legs tightened up anyway.
"I'm going to turn it to `HIGH' now," said Chris, and I saw his finger move the switch. The buzzing became louder and deepened in tone, and Eric grunted as the mind-blowing sensations poured into his swollen helmet. I knew from my own experience with vibrators that the glorious buzzing was shooting through his glans and down his shaft, reaching all of the buried nerve endings and the nerves themselves. His eyes closed as his legs began twitching uncontrollably.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!" he cried out as the orgasm overtook him. Chris held Eric's shaft tightly but it still jerked in his fist as Eric poured out his first load. Eric cried out again, totally helpless and captivated by the fury of his electronically-induced orgasm, and we watched his prick throb between Chris's fingers as a thick ooze of cream came out of the bottom of the bell. The vee-groove on the underside of his helmet made a natural channel through which poured his discharges, and Eric convulsed again as he sent another torrent of cream up his prick.
Eric's face was now contorted in agony and Chris removed the bell from the throbbing glans. The dark purple helmet continued to spurt as Eric wasn't dry yet. It was coated with his semen, and the heavy chlorine odor now hit us. The thick white juice continued to flow, although not as intensely as before, pouring down to wet Chris's encircling fingers.
Now Eric's teardrop shaped meatus merely dribbled, and we saw his body begin to relax. Chris held the prick straight up so that it wouldn't flop onto his stomach, and with his other hand he wrapped a paper tissue around the shaft to absorb the cream.
Eric was now utterly relaxed and silent, weak and inert from the biological storm that had ravaged his body. His prick began to soften and I brought back a washcloth wet with warm water from the bathroom. Chris carefully wrapped Eric's prick in the cloth, handling it tenderly to avoid scraping the sensitive glans with the rough terrycloth.
"That was a sight to see," Jerry said. "I always like to see my son bust his nut."
"Yeah, I guess you must have jacked off with him like I did with you," Chris said to him.
"Well, we jacked off together, and stroked each other's cocks too. It was really special, feeling Eric's cock jerk in my hand and seeing it shoot. Did I tell you that for his 19th birthday I gave him a special present? I docked him."
"No, I didn't know that," Chris responded.
"He'd always had a thing about foreskins since he found out his had been taken away from him. He'd always looked at my cock when we were in the bathroom, and when he got ot be of legal age I figured I'd give him a chance to find out what a foreskin felt like." Jerry's prick was rock-hard now, as were ours, from having watched Eric blow his load, and we all needed release. We sat side by side on the bed and stroked our foreskins. Jerry's hood, being the longest, allowed the longest strokes, but I wasn't far behind him.
"Your tip's the most sensitive, Jerry," Chris told him. You'll come first."
"I know," Jerry replied. "I need to shoot my juice, but when I'm at the edge, will you stroke it for me? It'll feel better that way."
"Okay," Chris replied. He was sitting next to Jerry and had merely to reach over to clasp his prick. We watched Jerry build himself up to the edge, and then Jerry pulled his foreskin all the way back to bunch behind the rim of his small helmet. He let go and Chris's fingers closed around his thick shaft, pumping the long foreskin up and down to bring on orgasm. Jerry grunted loudly and I saw a thin but powerful stream of white spurt from his tight meatus, almost too quickly for me to catch it in the towel I'd prepared.
Jerry grunted again as his hips bucked, pumping another thin hot jet from the lips of his tiny slit. I felt the heat of his cream through the towel as I smelled the chlorine odor that began to fill the room. Chris now twisted his fist on Jerry's prick to enhance the sensations, and I saw the foreskin slide smoothly around his glans, wet with natural lubricant. Jerry howled and flopped back on the bed, his head resting on his son's thigh. Eric was still torpid from his exertions, and his eyes were still closed. I wondered if he was even aware that his father was close to him, releasing his cream as he'd done a couple of minutes earlier.
Now Chris released the still throbbing prick, pulling the long hood forward to protect the head, and I enveloped it in the towel to catch any further discharges. Jerry's chest was heaving as he grunted his way through the last spasms of orgasm, and soon he was still.
"I think you're next, Chris," I said. I'd been lightly stroking Chris's foreskin up and down the bloated mushroom tip while he'd been working on Jerry, and I saw that he was dark purple, ready to pop.
"Yeah, do me," Chris gasped, caught up in the excitement. He'd just stroked his cousin to orgasm, watched him spew, and had felt the heavy throbs in his prick as it had spit jet after jet in glorious release. His mushroom felt rock-hard through the enveloping skin as I stroked it over his tortured nerve endings, and his balls were tight against his body.
Chris didn't wait for climax. He lay down on the edge of the bed, his head on Eric's chest, as I pumped away. Clear fluid was leaking between the lips of his long slit, lubricating the glans and foreskin and making the sensations mother. I saw his legs begin twitching as his body tensed for the impending explosion.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" Chris grunted as I felt the first heavy throb in his prick. I aimed is prick up toward his chest and the first heavy jet described an arc in the air. His prick throbbed again, and another white stream followed the first. We had his eyes open, staring in rapt fascination at his throbbing, spurting prick as I twisted his hood around the thick rim to bring on another spasm. After the fourth jet I stopped stroking him, aware that his glans would become overly sensitive in another second or two, just squeezing his shaft to keep up the stimulation.
When Chris was finally still, I heard Eric speak:
"I saw that, Jack. Chris was really into it with your hand helping him. He really shot a lot." My own prick was rock-hard, my foreskin all the way forward and closed over the blunt front dome. Eric eased himself out from under the others and now I felt his warm fingers closing around my foreskin.
"I'd like to finish you off now. I want to feel your skin sliding over that big helmet and I want to make your cock throb." I lay down in the space he'd just vacated and let myself go. I knew that I was in good hands because Eric was so enthusiastic about foreskins.
"Go ahead," I said. "Finish me off. Your fingers fell so good around my prick." I felt the delicious sliding sensation as he stripped my hood all the way down to bare my helmet to the groove behind the corona, and then fully forward to shroud my big front dome.
"I can feel how hard your tip is through the skin," he commented as he continued to pump my foreskin, fueling my fire. "The tip's so dark now, especially that big rim." His fingers were causing a tickle to build up in my corona, and it quickly spread to the entire helmet. I closed my eyes.
Eric gave my foreskin a hard twist as he bumped it up over my rim, and I felt the warning spasm deep inside me. Now the tickle had changed into a hot tingle and I began moaning helplessly. My glans ached for release, almost bursting from the pressure of the blood that filled it, and the hot tingle raced down my shaft to trigger my orgasm.
I felt the heavy pounding begin deep inside me as the firt torrent poured from my prostate, a high pressure jet that shot up my shaft and slammed through the lips of my pouting slit. Eric now drew my foreskin down to uncover my helmet completely, and I felt the increased tension as the nerve endings stretched, triggering another hot spasm. The second torrent burned its way up my tube like hot lava, and I cried out in joyful agony.
My mind was on "HOLD" as the hot fury of the orgasm wracked my body, and I floated on a cloud of sensations. My prick throbbed again and another stream of cream shot thought it to the open air. I heard myself crying incoherently in the distance as another torrent.
Now Eric held my foreskin back tightly to stretch the nerve endings without risking over-stimulating my tortured glans as my orgasm dwindled to a weak oozing. As my orgasm faded I became aware that Eric was speaking to me:
"That was beautiful, man. That big helmet of yours was so dark and shiny, and the jets just shot out of it. I thought you were a dribbler, but man, you shot."
"That's because you did such a good job on him, son," Jerry's voice cut through the haze that surrounded me. "Chris told us Jack was a dribbler, but when he's really hot he shoots." I opened my eyes and saw them looking at me.
"Eric really enjoyed watching you shoot your load," Jerry said to me. "Maybe it's because you've got a nice big tip, like he does."
"Sure, Dad. Jack's tip looks a lot like mine, but he's got skin over it."
"You will too, and not too long from now," I assured him. "Just keep at it, the way Chris is doing, and you'll have lots of foreskin." I got up and went into the bathroom, followed by the others. We showered, lingering sensually under the hot water, letting the urine flush out our pricks, and then we dried each other and went into my living room. I made a detour to the kitchen to get us some cans of Pepsi and we sat down to watch the weekend news on TV.
The talking head informed us that the lead story this Saturday morning was that a doctor had been shot down right in our own city only a hour ago while getting out of his car in a shopping center parking lot. Our eyes turned to Eric, although we knew that he could not have been with us and across town pulling the trigger at the same time. He looked back at us and grinned.
"Wish it had been me," he told us. "I would have loved to shoot that doctor if it's for the reason I think it is."
The announcer went on to tell us that, according to police, the doctor had been shot in the back of the head with a .22 Long Rifle bullet probably fired from a target rifle.
"Boy, I'd sure like to know more about that," Jerry said as the others nodded in agreement.
"Well, I'll see what else turns up when I get into the office Monday morning," I said.
Continued in Part 7