Exploring, Part 7 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Chris, Jerry, and Jerry's son Eric had had a very satisfying sex session at my house that Saturday, punctuated by the news on TV that another doctor had been shot, this time right across town. Relaxed by our recent orgasms, we speculated on a possible motive and perpetrator. I'd promised I'd do a little digging the following Monday when I went to work at the newspaper. As I cover the police beat, among other things, I was in a good position to find out more about what had happened.
One aspect of this that touched us closely was that the previous year Eric had beaten up the doctor who had circumcised him shortly after his birth. This case was still unsolved by police. We were relieved that we were Eric's alibi, in case the investigation into the shooting ever turned toward him. We knew for sure he had not done it because he'd been jacking with us when the shooting took place.
Now I was on the phone to Chris, to bring him up to date on what I'd found out about the investigation into the shooting:
"Well, the cops say it was done with a high-precision target rifle, in caliber .22 Long Rifle. The shooter must have been in his own vehicle across the parking lot, and as there was a lot of road traffic, nobody noticed the shot. Anyway, a .22 isn't that loud. The shooter must have been a very good shot, or just lucky, because the bullet hit the doctor right in the back of the skull, penetrating the medulla. That killed him instantly."
"That sounds a bit like the shootings in the Washington area a couple of years ago. Any motive you can think of, Jack?"
"No, I haven't been able to find out a thing. I researched this doctor on the Internet and wasn't able to find out anything significant. He's not a poster boy for circumcision, in any event. Also, the cops don't have zip, they don't have any leads, and nobody saw the shooter."
"No scandal in his life?"
"Not that anyone knows yet. If he's running around on his wife or owes someone a lot of money, it hasn't come to light."
"Okay, I'll tell Jerry and he'll tell Eric. Meanwhile, we still good for tomorrow night?" Chris was referring to a planned evening at my house for the four of us.
"Okay, that's good," I said. "I'll expect you guys at six."
"Six is okay for Jerry and Eric, but I might be a little late."
"That's okay too," I replied before hanging up.
Next day I got home precisely at six. Five minutes later Jerry arrived with his son Eric. A minute later the doorbell rang and it was the pizza delivery man. Thirty bucks got me two large pizzas, and we sat in the kitchen eating them while we waited for Chris.
"Dad told me what you found out about the latest shooting," Eric began. "I can't be sure, but the shooter might be someone like me."
"How do you mean?" I asked, although the beginning of an idea had already formed in my mind.
"He didn't shoot this doctor because the doctor's a world class, major-league circumciser. He shot him because of one single circumcision, performed on him."
"Just like happened to you," Jerry interjected. "I get it."
"I got this idea because I know somebody who had a bad experience that way," Eric developed his theme. "In school I knew this kid, around my age, who went in to get his appendix out when he was 13. When he woke up he had a bandage over his abdomen and another wrapped around his dick. The fuckin' doctor had circumcised him just for fun."
"Boy, I bet he was pissed," I said. "Do you think he's the one?"
"No, I didn`t mean that Tyler was the shooter. I don't think so. As far as I knew he never owned a gun and wasn't even interested in shooting. I mean it could have been somebody like him." At this point Chris arrived and we filled him in on our discussion while he ate voraciously.
"So what you mean is the kid suffered from his resentment until he got old enough to do something about it, and then he shot the doctor," Chris suggested.
"Exactly," Eric said. "He nursed his anger and planned carefully. He might have even had this doctor in his sights earlier, but didn't shoot because the conditions weren't right."
"Could you look up the state court web site to find out if anybody's sued a doctor for wrongful circumcision?" Jerry proposed.
"I could but it might not mean anything," I answered. "The circumcision might not have taken place in this state. We have no idea of the date. In fact, there might not even have been a lawsuit. Not everybody sues, even in this day and age. They guy might just have calculated that a lawsuit would be superfluous, since he'd already decided on his revenge. Suing the doctor would just draw attention to himself." By this time we'd finished the pizzas and were ready to get undressed.
In the bedroom I saw that both Eric and Chris had the ends of their pricks encircled by rings of white tape. Chris had a noticeable bulge in his new foreskin that was not his glans. As he undid the tape a long yellow plastic cone slid out of the end of his hood.
"That's not the same spacer you had on before, is it?" I asked.
"No, before I was using the shortest one. Now I've got enough stretch to be able to use the middle one. They come in sets of three, you know."
"That means you've got more length now," I said. As Chris had released his prick I'd noticed that the end of his foreskin seemed slightly floppy, instead of snugly enveloping his glans.
"I do," Chris said. "Now I'm developing some overhang, like you've got. Eric and Jerry had gotten themselves naked and we all appraised each other.
"You seem to have more slack, Eric," I observed. As he'd removed the tape ring that held his shaft skin in a tight pucker over his glans, I'd noticed that the skin had slid back to form a thick, wrinkled ring that lodged behind his flaring corona. The fleshy ring overflowed the groove and partly covered his flaring rim.
"Yeah, I've got more slack. Right now you can see it doesn't quite go over the rim, but I'm getting there." As he spoke he approached me and was now rolling the nipple of my long tight foreskin between two fingers. I pinched his big purple helmet gently, knowing that this would produce a throb inside, at the root of his prick.
"Wow! Look at my cousin's foreskin," Chris said exuberantly as he held the pendulous flesh by the end, pulling it out away from Jerry's body. Jerry easily had the longest foreskin in the room, one that overhung the end of his glans by two solid inches. I knew that underneath all that skin there was a small helmet shaped glans, the operative word being "small."
"Chris isn't doing too bad, either," Jerry said as he stabilized his cousin's prick with one hand and peeled the hood back two fingers of his other hand. Now we were all on our way to raging erections and I knew that within minutes our moans of orgasm would fill the room. The four of us arranged ourselves on the bed, sitting facing each other.
"Last week I got off with the vibrator," Eric said to me as he pumped my foreskin up and down rhythmically covering and baring my helmet. "Now I'd like to see what it does for you."
"Good thing I brought it with me," said Chris. "The same bell that fit you will fit Jack. Want to do the honors?" Eric nodded and I lay across the bed, giving him full access to my crotch. Eric shifted his position as Chris got the vibrator and plugged the cord into the socket. Now Eric took hold of my shaft with his left hand and pulled my foreskin all the way back as he eased the plastic bell of the vibrator to engulf my swollen helmet. Chris cupped my balls.
Eric's finger moved along the vibrator's body and I heard a hum as the bell began buzzing against the tender surface of my glans. My prick was already stiff, but now I felt myself rising to a new level of excitement. Chris was very gently kneading my sac, adding subtle sensations to arouse me further.
"I can see his rim right at the edge of the bell," Jerry observed. "We'll be able to tell how excited he is."
"You're right," Chris said. "When we did this to Eric we saw that his rim got really dark just before he came." I felt detached now, my attention captured mainly by the delicious buzzing in my helmet. The vibrations were not only stimulating the surface, but penetrating to the deep-seated nerve endings to enhance my sensations.
"I won't be able to hold off long," I muttered.
"Just let yourself go," Jerry said as he massaged my chest. "Relax and let it happen to you." I knew exactly what he meant, as I'd given the same advice in the past to guys I'd brought to orgasm.
"The veins on his shaft are standing out," commented Chris. "I can't see it, but I'd bet the head's really hard and swollen." I knew he was right. My helmet was turgid with blood, pressing the nerve endings against the bell, increasing the effect of the vibrator. My breathing was heavy now because I was being totally entranced by the magic vibrations.
"His balls are tighter," observed Chris as he got a towel and wrapped it around the base of my prick.
"His shaft's rock-hard," added Eric.
"Looks like his rim's darker too," said Jerry as my eyes closed. The insistent vibrations had made my glans ache for release, and my awareness of the world around me dimmed as I withdrew into myself. A slight tickle began in my corona and slowly spread all over the surface of my engorged helmet.
Suddenly the vibrations became more intense as Eric pushed the switch to "HIGH," and I cried out. The tickle in my glans changed to a hot tingle as hot sparks of sensation bit into it surface. I moaned helplessly as the vibrations worked their way down my prick to its root, where I felt the heavy pounding of orgasm begin. My hips bucked as the first hot torrent shot into my tube and up my shaft, slamming through the pouting lips of my slit. I was moaning and grunting helplessly as the overwhelming sensations ravaged my body.
My cock-root throbbed again and another burning stream poured up my prick, shooting into the vibrator's bell and spreading all over my trapped helmet. The intense buzzing continued to fill me glans and I cried out as I unloaded another torrent. Now I felt Eric remove the vibrator's bell from my tip as he pulled back even harder on the shaft-skin, putting more tension on the embedded nerves. This triggered another spasm deep inside me, and I bucked my hips again, thrusting my swollen tip into the air.
Now my spasms were weakening, and the cream was just oozing from my gaping meatus, hot drops sliding down the engorged helmet and shaft. My body began to relax and began to return to reality.
"With the vibrator covering his helmet, you can't watch him shoot," I heard Eric say.
"Good thing you took it off after he started coming," his father answered.
"Yeah, that last stream shot about 10 inches," Chris added. "He normally dribbles but that vibrator got him really worked up."
"Give me the vibrator," said Jerry. "I want Chris to feel it now. See how hot his cock is? The skin's pulled back all the way."
"Go ahead, Chris," Eric said "Lie down next to Jack." I felt Chris ease himself down beside me, his thigh against mine. I was still dazed, eyes closed, although I was rousing myself to watch the show.
"Now I'm going to pull back hard on your skin, Chris," Jerry said. "I'll keep tension on the skin because I know how good that feels." I propped myself up on my elbow to see Jerry grasp Chris by the shaft below the big mushroom. His other hand held the vibrator, with its bell still dripping with my cream, and he slowly lowered it onto the swollen mushroom at the top of the shaft. I heard the buzzing start and felt Chris tense next to me. He began moaning as Eric reached between his legs to cup his scrotum.
"Chris is already worked up so he won't last long," commented Eric. "His balls are already starting to tighten." I saw that his normally loose sac had contracted sharply, while Eric's fingers gently kneaded it. I grasped Chris's hand, and felt his fingers close tightly around mine, giving me an indication of his excitement.
Both Eric and his father had rock-hard erections, first from watching my orgasm and now from working on Chris to bring on his climax. The vicarious excitement was profound, and I wondered if either of them would come when Chris started releasing his juice.
"Chris lubes a lot," I commented as I noticed a thin stream of clear lubricant flowing down his shaft from under the bell, running over Jerry's fingers.
"Lots of lube helps," said Jerry as he pressed the vibrator's cap onto the turgid mushroom. "We don't want any irritating friction, just the smooth sensations." Chris now began moaning, his excitement mounting, and I felt it was pointless to urge him to relax. I felt his body tighten up next to me, and his hand squeezed mine powerfully.
Chris was now moaning loudly, and his legs began to tremble. The vibrations were reaching deep inside him, as they had me only minutes ago. Now I saw Jerry's finger move the vibrator's switch to "High" and Chris yelped at the sudden increase in intensity.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as I felt his fingers contract spasmodically. His hips thrust upward and I knew that the first hot torrent was running up his tube. His eyes were closed and his jaw muscles clenched as the fury of orgasm overtook him.
Chris grunted again as his ha nd squeezed mine. I saw thick white cream ooze from under the rim of the bell to run down the shaft where Jerry's strong fingers kept his skin tightly back. Chris bucked his hips again, and now Jerry removed the bell to bare the spitting mushroom in all its glory. Chris squeezed my hand hard as his prick spewed a strong stream high into the air.
"That's nice, that's lovely!" Eric exclaimed at the sight of the forceful ejaculation. Jerry kept his grip on the shaft, maintaining tension on the skin, stretching the nerve endings to keep the orgasm going full force. Chris shot again, the jet arcing high to land on his stomach, as he grunted in joyful agony.
Now the jets weakened, and I knew he was on the downhill slope. Juice still flowed from the lips of his long slit, but it was not as white, more like clear lubricant. It was also more runny, not as thick as his jets had been. I felt his body begin to relax, and his fingers loosened their grip on mine.
Chris was now in a daze, flattened by the after-shock, and his moaning had stopped. We looked at him, enjoying his bliss, happy to be sharing such an intimate experience.
After a couple of minutes he opened his eyes.
"Man, you really let one go!" Jerry said.
"I know," Chris replied. "I was so hot after watching Jack."
"Jerry, are you going to dock with Eric?" I asked. "If so, I've got an idea." Jerry looked at his son and nodded.
"What's your idea?" he asked me.
"Once you get Eric's helmet inside your foreskin, I'll put the vibrator under his head. I know Chris has a flat plate for it, and this will stimulate the underside of his helmet, where the gee-string is. We all know his circumcised tip isn't as sensitive as yours, and giving him that extra boost will maybe make him come at the same time you do."
"Sounds like a good idea," Jerry said. "I always had a hard time synchronizing my orgasm with Eric." Chris and I cleared the bed to allow Jerry and Eric to lie full-length and facing each other. Jerry stretched his long foreskin out and Eric's thick helmet slipped easily into the well-lubricated channel.
Now they were locked together, father and son, enjoying the tip-to-tip intimacy of docking. Jerry squeezed his son's helmet through the enveloping foreskin.
"That feels so good, Dad," Eric moaned. "Feeling that skin covering my head's so heavenly."
"I'm glad you've got such a handsome cock, son," Jerry replied. "I've still got my skin but you've got a nice big helmet on yours. I always felt my tip was kinda small." As Jerry spoke I changed attachments on the vibrator, replacing the bell with the round flat soft plastic plate. I saw Chris cup Jerry's balls with his right hand and Eric's with his left. Both were already contracted with excitement.
"It's so slippery inside your skin, Dad," observed Eric.
"I juice a lot, that's why," Jerry added. "I'm almost ready to pop, knowing my son's tip is inside me." He was slowly stroking his foreskin back and forth, concentrating the movement on Eric's big helmet, but some of the friction was stimulating his tip too. I chose that moment to touch the vibrator to the underside of Eric's glans, sending vibrations through the foreskin into the tender spot under his glans.
Both men stiffened, and I knew that Jerry was getting his share of the vibrations because he was tip-to-tip with his son inside the enveloping foreskin.
"I can't... I can't..." Jerry muttered through clenched teeth, and I knew that his excitement was getting away from him, pushing him inexorably toward the brink. I switched to "HIGH" and both Eric and Jerry moaned loudly as the vibrator flooded their pricks with the magic and compelling sensations. Their legs trembled and their stomach muscles visibly contracted as they tumbled over the precipice.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" they grunted in unison as their orgasms began simultaneously. Their eyes were closed and their jaw muscles tight as they shot their loads against each other's tips. Both convulsed in uncontrollable spasms as their hot cream blended inside Jerry's foreskin, swirling around both heads. Now white cream oozed from under the edge of Jerry's foreskin that was clamped around Eric's shaft behind the glans, inundating Eric's circumcision scar and dripping down onto the bed.
Both were moaning and grunting in agonized delight as the sensations overwhelmed their consciousness. I thought of their two tips throbbing against each other, bathing their helmets in hot juices, and I felt my prick stir.
Eric and Jerry kept moaning as I pressed the vibrator against the underside of Eric's tip through the fleshy sleeve. I decided to keep the vibrator going, as the buzzing was being partly cushioned by the intervening foreskin, until they told me to stop. I saw that Jerry's foreskin was distended with both their loads, adding to their sensations.
Their moans had softened, and their bodies were not as tense as before. They'd drained most of their cream, and soon their orgasms would be over. Jerry's fingers relaxed, allowing a gush of cream to flow from under the edge of his foreskin.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Jerry cried out, and I thought that this was a signal for me to remove the vibrator. I turned it off and Chris and I watched Jerry and Eric relax, sinking into blissful torpor. They were both drained, physically and emotionally, by their intense mutual experience. Chris removed his hands from their balls, and we watched the scrotal skin begin to relax.
Continued in Part 8