Exploring, Part 9 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Chris and Jerry weren't able to make our next rendezvous, and then several other things came up to prevent us meeting, so we did not get together for three months. Finally we all were free on the same weekend, and thus were able to meet at my house on Saturday morning. It was summer, and the weather was perfect.
I'd told them to expect breakfast, and when they arrived the odors of bacon, eggs, toast, and hot coffee filled the air. We sat at the kitchen table filling ourselves and discussing recent events. I led off:
"The cops are no closer to solving the doctor shooting across town than they were the day it happened. They went over this guy's life with a fine-tooth comb, and found that he was a heavy gambler but didn't owe any money, so they concluded he wasn't rubbed out by the mob. His wife's been screwing around with their neighbor, but again this wouldn't provide a motive for murder. Anyway, she doesn't own a gun, and certainly doesn't have the skill to do a sniper shot."
"Is the doctor Eric worked over still an open case?" Jerry asked.
"Oh, the case is open, all right, but nobody's working on it. Keeping it open is just a token effort because the cops don't like to tell a victim's family that they've given up, but actually they haven't got anything to go on. I'm sure that Eric's safe." Eric heaved a sigh of relief at hearing this, and I knew that he'd been worried about it.
"Eric, I've got to stress one point," I continued. "You have to be careful about keeping your mouth shut. Don't tell anyone that this doctor circumcised you. In fact, don't discuss circumcision in any way with anyone outside this room. You can understand that, can't you?"
"Oh, yes, I know exactly what you mean. I'll keep my lip zipped."
"I'm glad to hear that. A criminal defense lawyer I know hands out business cards to clients and one of the tings printed on the back is `Remember: Even a fish would not get caught if he kept his mouth shut.' That's good advice."
"Anything happen with the other cases?" asked Chris.
"Well, I can't monitor those the way I can keep tabs on what's happening in this town where I have contacts with the cops, so I have to watch the wire services and the Internet. So far, I haven't seen anything on them. I believe that they're all on the back burner because the cops don't have anything."
"That's pretty good news, I think," said Jerry. "The longer there's no action, the better the chances are that the cops will forget about them."
"That's almost true," I said. "Crime doesn't stop just because some doctor gets shot. Other people get shot, people get mugged, raped, kidnapped, and banks get robbed. The work keeps piling up, and the cops put their best efforts where there's a chance of identifying the perpetrator. No murder case is ever officially closed, but the cops put their effort where they think they've got a chance."
"Now there's one thing that I've had at the back of my mind for weeks," I continued. "Maybe some newsman is having a slow day, and is looking around for a story. If he gets the idea to search on the Internet for doctors being killed, he might turn up these cases. That changes the whole picture."
"How do you mean?" Eric was suddenly more alert.
"Well, the big weakness in this country is that cops don't talk to each other. Police agencies are very territorial. They don't exchange information much because most of them are preoccupied with protecting their turf. If some reporter starts looking at doctors who got shot, and he finds that two or more have some notoriety because of circumcision, he'll start connecting the dots. We've got at least two of these doctors who took high-profile public stances promoting circumcision. He might realize that these shootings haven't been just isolated cases."
"Yeah, but if different shooters did them he wouldn't be any closer to identifying them," said Chris.
"You're right, of course," I answered. "However, it would give these shootings a totally new complexion. Cops might start investigating if any of these doctors had ever been sued for circumcising someone, or if they'd received any threats from guys they'd circumcised. That might develop a short list of suspects. Also, the more cases there are, the greater the chances that something will develop in one or more of them."
The meal finished, we took off our clothes before going outside to the hot tub. I saw that Chris was now using the longest of the stretching cones he'd obtained, and that it elongated his shaft skin almost three inshes beyond his glans. When he took off the tape and let the cone drop out I commented:
"Hey, Chris, you've got a nice overhang there. It's about half an inch beyond the head." It was indeed, tapering smoothly over his mushroom and narrowing down to an attractive nipple in front.
"He looks like he was never clipped," added Jerry.
"That's what I want to look like someday," said Eric, who had a ring of white tape around the end of his penis, stretching the shaft skin over his large helmet shaped glans.
"Peel that tape off so we can see the progress you've made," I urged. Eric unwound the tape ring and the skin retracted, coming to rest about half-way down his glans. Jerry grasped Eric's prick and gently pulled the skin back behind the flaring rim.
"Look at that," he said, pointing to his son's flaring corona. "See how it's smoother than before, and shiny from being covered."
"My rim's more sensitive now," Eric said. "With that extra skin, it feels really good when I stroke it over the rim. I don't need lube to jack off anymore, either." As Eric was speaking, Jerry began stroking the shaft skin up over his son's corona, and we watched Eric's prick swell under the stimulation. His shaft was straight, like mine, and like mine it had a big vein running down the right side.
We sat on lawn chairs before getting into the tub, chatting and comparing notes about our restorations. Our pricks were stiff because of the sexual content of the conversation, as well as from manual stimulation. Chris sat beside me and his strong fingers had squeezed my glans through the enveloping skin until my prick was firm, and then he'd skillfully pulled my tight foreskin back until it lodged behind my rim. I'd done the same for him, and our purple knobs were now fully exposed, glossy in the morning sun.
Jerry held his son's penis upright, with the skin fully retracted and bunched up in the groove behind the flaring rim. Only Jerry's penis still had the head covered, but only because his foreskin was so long that it extended an inch beyond the small glans even with erection. Eric had grasped the end of his father's foreskin and was pulling on it gently, as if to stretch it beyond its present length.
"We'd better not stay out here too long with our tips exposed," I warned. "The tissue of the head is mucus membrane, not true skin, and it gets sunburned pretty easily. A sunburn on the head of your prick can be very nasty, whether you're circumcised or not."
"That's right," added Chris. "I knew a guy who went to a nudist colony once and he got sunburned down there. He was circumcised, and didn't even think about it. He sat in the sun all day and when he got home his tip was really red and burning. He didn't get over it for a week."
"Did he lose any sensitivity from that?" Eric asked.
"I don't really know. He didn't say. He just told me that he'd gotten his prick sunburned and that it hurt really bad on the tip."
"I'd guess he did," I offered. "The ultraviolet burns and dries out even the skin on your body, and the effect must have been worse on his glans."
"I think it's like when you get your lips sunburned," said Jerry. "The lips are also mucus membrane, and it's pretty unpleasant when they're over-exposed to the sun."
"Then let's get in the tub," I suggested. "The water absorbs some of the UV. We can go inside in a few minutes." We lowered ourselves into the hot bubbling water and relaxed, although we maintained our erections.
"I don't think I've ever had my tip exposed to the sun, except maybe once or twice when I took a pee outside," Jerry admitted. "I always skin back to pee, and my tip must have been exposed all of 30 seconds." Eric had skinned him back, and through the bubbling water we saw the small purple helmet at the end of Jerry's shaft. His copious foreskin was gathered in thick wrinkles behind the head, as if to emphasize the smallness of the glans.
"I guess your helmet's pretty sensitive, being always covered," I said to Jerry.
"Yeah, it is," he replied. "I know I've got the smallest tip here, but I think it's more sensitive than any of yours." I easily believed him, having seen how little stimulation he required to blast off blissfully.
"Well, I've had enough water," Chris said after about 15 minutes. "Let's go inside and get serious."
"I second that," I said as I got up out of the hot tub. We went into the bathroom and dried each other, never losing our erections because of our mutual excitement.
"I really like the progress you've made, said Chris as he sat down next to Eric on the edge of the bed. "I'd like to play with your skin a while." When Eric nodded, Chris grasped his prick around the shaft behind the head and began to stroke the loose skin up over the corona. This was as far as it would go at this stage, but the effect on Eric was striking. A blissful look came over his face as Chris rubbed and compressed the nerve endings in his rim with the newly re-grown skin, while I worked on Chris's prick with my right hand. Jerry, sitting next to me, had grasped my hard prick and was gently working my foreskin up and down, covering and baring the big purple helmet. With my left hand, I twisted Jerry's foreskin around his fully-covered head, and then pushed it all the way back to bare the tip.
"Eric's really getting turned on," I observed to Jerry. The psychological effect of re-growing his foreskin's doing a lot for him."
"Yeah, but his tip's more sensitive too," Jerry said. "I know this for sure, because he told me last week that during the night the tape came off his cock and the skin slipped back. The contact of his cock-tip with the bed sheet was so intense it woke him up." Jerry's prick was leaking a thick stream of natural lubricant, and I worked this into the front dome of his small helmet. I traced circles around his tight slit, certain that if I kept this up jets of cream would soon spurt from his prick.
"I had an experience like that years ago when I got restored," I said. "One night I turned over in bed and pressed my prick against the sheet. The foreskin got pushed back, and the sudden contact with cloth brought me wide awake. That's when I knew for sure that the return of sensitivity was real, and not in my head." As I was speaking, Jerry's dexterous fingers were manipulating my foreskin lightly over my swollen helmet, sending ripples of sensation down my prick.
Eric was breathing hard as Chris pumped his skin over the swollen rim. We could see that Eric's big helmet was becoming darker purple, and his balls had drawn up tightly under his body. I thought it was a good idea that I'd had us place a folded towel under each of us, as I didn't want the freshly washed bed sheets soaked with sperm.
Eric's face tightened and his eyes closed as Chris increased the pace of his strokes. The front dome of Eric's helmet was dark and glossy, straining with excitement, and we all watched as the glorious moment arrived.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" Eric grunted as his body shook with the powerful contractions of orgasm and the first thick white jet erupted from his tip. He threw his head back as his legs trembled and another jet burst from the straining glans. I smelled the characteristic chlorine odor of his sperm as another torrent poured from his distended orifice, falling back onto his prick and balls.
Now Eric's spasms became weaker and his powerful jets changed to dribbles. Chris had stopped stroking him, aware of the increased glans sensitivity that comes with orgasm, and was merely holding his shaft skin tightly back to stretch its nerve endings as Eric's orgasm gradually ended.
I turned to look at Jerry. His face was flushed from having witnessed his son's orgasm, and his prick was straining in my hand. I said to Chris:
"I think Jerry should be next. It's clear he's ready to come." Chris turned from Eric and eased himself onto the carpet between Jerry's legs. He reached for Jerry's scrotum, which was normally as long and loose as his foreskin, but was now tightly drawn up against his perineum.
"Just relax, Jerry," I said. "Chris and I are going to give you relief right now." Jerry nodded silently, and I continued:
"I'm going to stroke you, but a bit differently this time. When I feel you coming, I'm going to pinch the end of your foreskin shut, the way we do when we pee in the shower. You'll feel your cream all around the head and it'll make your foreskin swell like a balloon." I began pumping his foreskin, twisting it as I stroked. Jerry's foreskin had such a long overhang that even on the back-stroke the head remained covered.
"Your glans is pretty hard in there," I commented as I palpated his prick, testing its engorgement. Jerry's breathing became ragged as his excitement mounted, and I purposely kept my stroking slow and deliberate to keep him on the edge for a few more precious seconds. I knew that the feeling of anticipation was almost as intense as the orgasm itself, and I wanted to prolong his pleasure. Chris kept kneading his scrotum, fondling his balls inside their tight sac and adding to Jerry's sensations.
"Now I'm going to pinch your foreskin shut," I said as I grasped the puckered end between thumb and forefinger of my left hand. I continued to massage his glans through the long foreskin, feeling the hardness of his engorged corona with each stroke. Jerry's breathing became shallow and rapid, and I knew that he was right on the edge when I saw his eyes close.
"HAAAAAHHH!" he bellowed as I felt the first shock of orgasm in his prick. He threw his head back and shouted again as another throb hammered against my encircling fingers. Inside his foreskin the hard, thin jets were splashing against his sensitive nerve endings, and I saw his long hood begin to distend with the volume of sperm he was ejaculating into it.
It was no longer necessary to stroke him, and I pulled the end of his long fleshy hood out from his body, stretching it as I watched it balloon out with another ejaculation. His hips were bucking as he groaned mindlessly, totally overwhelmed by the fury of his orgasm.
Eric had meanwhile revived and was now standing in front of us, watching his father succumb to the throes of his climax. He was wiping himself with the towel on which he'd been sitting but his eyes were fixed on Jerry's throbbing prick and ballooning foreskin.
I had the long foreskin tightly stretched out to stimulate its many nerve endings, and the pressure of the sperm Jerry was disgorging into it made it distend even more. I felt every spasm in his shaft, as I held it loosely between my fingers. The tips of my encircling fingers were on his urethra, and I felt each pulse clearly as he continued to drain himself.
Now I felt the pulses weaken, and I knew that within seconds he'd be merely dribbling into his grossly distended male flesh. Jerry sighed and I saw his body relax as he lay back on the bed. Eric leaned forward to hold the towel under his father's prick and I released my grip. The air filled with the sharp sperm odor as the trapped liquid gushed from the puckered end of his hood onto the towel. I just let it flow, but didn't retract his foreskin to wipe the glans because I knew that this might be painful for Jerry, with his helmet's heightened sensitivity. Chris had now let go of Jerry's scrotum and he appeared ready for his orgasm. We left Eric to take care of his father and moved onto the other side of the bed.
"I'll do you now," I said to Chris. "Just relax and leave the work to me." I grasped his prick solidly behind the corona and began stroking the foreskin up and down the large, mushroom shaped glans. With my other hand I clasped his balls, which were rapidly rising against his body. I used long strokes to uncover the glans each time, so that I could monitor his excitement by watching the color change. Chris's purple mushroom gradually darkened as I continued to slide his foreskin over its sensitive surface. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Eric drawing back his father's long hood to dab at the surface of the helmet it had concealed. He milked the residue from Jerry's softening prick as I prepared Chris for his orgasm.
"I'm close, really close," Chris murmured as his breathing became shallower. I knew that he was because his mushroom had darkened to a deep purple. I released his scrotum and wrapped the fingers of my left hand around his shaft because I was going to try something different with him.
"When I feel you start to come I'm going to pinch off your urethra to trap the cream. You'll feel a lot of hot pressure in there, and you'll have some really terrific sensations in your prick." Chris nodded, unable to speak because his mind was totally occupied with the intense sensations already filling his prick. His jaw dropped as he began breathing through his mouth, but his eyes remained open, fixed upon his prick, where the glans appeared and then vanished rhythmically as the foreskin engulfed it.
I saw a large drop of clear fluid parting the long lips of his slit, and I pressed my fingertips into the bottom bulge of his shaft to pinch off the urethra. He'd be releasing his sperm at any moment, and I didn't want to lose a drop.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he began to grunt as the sensations peaked. Suddenly, as powerful throb filled his shaft and I knew he was on his way, tumbling helplessly on the steep downhill slope of orgasm. No stream of cream slammed through the lips of his long slit because the pressure of my fingers held it trapped inside his prick. I felt another throb and now heard Chris scream as he felt the build-up of pressure inside his urethra. His prick once more throbbed between my fingers, the urethra distending with the large volume of sperm he was pouring into it, and I wondered if some of it was backing up in his system, leaking into his bladder.
Now Jerry and Eric stood in front of us watching the spectacle as Chris pumped his sperm into his swelling urethra, crying out helplessly as the intense sensations overwhelmed him. I nodded to Eric, who held the towel under Chris's prick and balls. After the next hard throb, Chris sobbed loudly, and I released the pressure of my fingers and stopped stroking his foreskin. Again, I smelled the chlorine odor as a large gush of sperm poured from the lips of his slit, falling onto the towel. Chris was now taking deep breaths as he recovered from the frenzy of his orgasm. He was slowly sinking into the daze that follows.
"Let's let Chris lie back," suggested Jerry. "If you move over here, Jack, we'll take care of you."
"Your cock's been hard the longest," Eric said to me. "I think you really need to pop." He sat next to me and grasped my prick just below the head to stroke my foreskin up and down. "Your skin's pretty tight," he continued. "It's tighter than my dad's, or the new one Chris has. Sure it doesn't hurt?"
"No, not at all," I answered him. "That tightness feels really good when you stroke it over the head."
"Does it feel nice when I twist it?" he asked. "I learned that little trick from Dad." I nodded, and Jerry added:
"I've got such a long skin it's hard to avoid twisting it when you stroke me. It feels really good." I was hardly paying attention to the conversation now that my attention was riveted to the heavenly sensations in my penis as Eric lovingly stroked it. I did notice Jerry's hand sliding down my abdoment and felt his thumb clamp on the top of the shaft at the base and his index finger pressing into my urethra underneath.
"I'm going to do the same to you like you did to Chris," he explained. "My thumb's pressing in on your deep dorsal vein to make your erection firmer and my finger's pinching off your tube underneath." As his father spoke, Eric increased his pace on my prick, now whipping my foreskin up and down the engorged helmet, snapping it over the flaring rim and downhill over the glans. The tension was rapidly building in my body, and I knew that I'd be blasting off within seconds.
"Your tip's getting very dark," Eric commented to me. "The head's gotten bigger too. That rim's really flaring, like mine does when I'm ready to come. I know how good it feels when I work the skin over your rim." A tickle was starting in my corona, making me shudder in anticipation of the storm that was about to break over me, and I felt my body tense as the tickle spread all over my helmet. The nerve endings in my tip were vibrating now, and the tickle changed to a heavy tingle. My eyes closed.
"HAAAAHHHHH!" I heard myself yelling in the distance as the heavy pounding of orgasm began deep inside me. I felt the jolt as a load of hot cream squirted into my urethra, but instead of burning its way up my tube it stopped where Jerry's strong fingertip had pressed my urethra shut. I was grunting hard with tension as another sharp spasm wracked my groin, and the second discharge of cream poured into the blocked tube, creating pressure in my urethra. Now I cried out helplessly as a third discharge poured into my tube with nowhere to go except back into my bladder. I felt something pop deep inside me, and a writhing sensation as hot semen forced itself past my sphincter to shoot into my bladder. I cried out again as my crotch muscles contracted to drive another load into my prick-tube, but this time there was no resistance and a long jet shot up my prick to pour from my pouting slit. The sharp odor of chlorine hit my nostrils.
My crotch contracted again, and another discharge shot up my prick, but with less force. I had several more spasms, each weaker than the previous one, and now my fluids were dribbling out of my orifice. Eric had stopped pumping my foreskin, as my helmet had become super-sensitive, but Jerry still held on to the base of my penis to stabilize it.
A couple of minutes passed, during which I lay stunned by the violence of my climax. My prick began to shrink, and now Eric gently pressed my foreskin up over my helmet.
"That was nice to see," Chris said to me. "Your tip was so hard, so purple, and it was straining but nothing came out." He had watched my orgasm, vicariously reliving his. "I knew exactly what you were feeling," he went on. "I felt like I was going to burst." I opened my eyes.
"Wow, that felt like an express train hit me," I said.
"That's what it felt like to me," Chris said.
"I've got to pee," I said, rising from the bed.
"Me, too," Chris said, following me into the bathroom.
"I'm going to do it in the sink. I want to see how much cream backed up into my bladder." Chris stood beside me and we both skinned back fully and aimed our tips into the sink. I strained for a moment, making my sphincter relax, and then the stream slowly started, with white creamy liquid preceding the flow of yellow urine. Chris released a gush of cream through the long lips of his slit, followed by the familiar yellow stream.
Continued in Part 10