Future Shock, Part 2 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Note: This story is fiction, and given the plot, mainly science fiction or imaginative fiction. Time travel would be very nice if it were possible to do it as easily as described here, especially considering the benefits that this story describes.
Synopsis: After being recruited for a secret time travel project operated by the government, I was projected into the 23rd. Century, leaving my friend and partner behind. To my surprise, people still spoke English but the police picked me up because I had a pistol in my backpack. After they determined I was not a criminal or terrorist, one of the investigators, Mike Stanmore, took me home to meet his partner. They were as fascinated by my circumcised penis as I was by their intact ones. I then learned that 23rd Century medical techniques were able provide me with a clone of my original foreskin.
They filled me in on the drastic demographic and social changes that had taken place since my time. Earth's population was much smaller, and lifestyles had changed.
Anticipating that my partner John might soon be following me, we awaited his arrival.
Mike Stanmore and I stood together on the sidewalk near the spot where I'd first arrived, watching for John who might be following me into the future. There were few people on the street, compared to the masses I'd seen during the 20th Century.
"What happened to shrink the population of the Earth to less than that of the United States back then?" I asked. "We were over 300 million in 2008, and now the entire population of the Earth is only 200 million."
"There were several wars during the 21st Century, for one. When the Soviet Union broke apart, communism wasn't replaced by an American or European style democracy, but by the Russian Mafia. They took over the government, and they tried to take over Europe as well. They got their asses kicked, but even though there were very few nuclear weapons used, a couple of hundred million people died then," Mike answered.
"What about Asia?" I asked.
"The Chinese, Indians, and Pakistanis got into it later in the century," Mike said. They didn't have many nukes, but they threw all they had at each other. Well over a billion died then. Those countries were wrecked, and then there were the epidemics. An especially deadly version of Asian Flu hit them, including Japan and the Philippines."
"So I guess epidemics killed more people?" I asked.
"That's for sure. Antibiotics were useless because they don't work against viruses. Bacterial infections were running wild because they'd mutated into antibiotic-resistant strains. It wasn't until the 22nd Century that we got some really effective vaccines. By then the Earth's population was down to about 200 million, and it's stayed steady since. People finally realized that the Earth was too small to support billions." We'd been watching during this conversation, but John hadn't appeared.
"How late should we stay?" I asked.
"I guess we might as well pack it in right now," Mike answered. "Steve gets home earlier than I do, and he'll have dinner going." We walked back to the police building, where Mike's vehicle was parked.
Steve was dressed as I'd seen him the previous evening, and was stirring an electric pot was we walked in. As Mike and I took off our clothing he briefed us on the evening's menu:
"Spaghetti and meatballs tonight. The meatballs are actually vegetarian and they don't taste like meat. They taste like garlic and herbs. I hope you'll like them. I thought it would be a good idea to introduce you gradually to some of the foods we have now." Mike walked over to the robot bartender and fixed a round of drinks. Sitting around the kitchen table, we filled him in on the day's events.
"So you're going to get a new foreskin?" he asked. "I guess you must be pretty excited about that."
"I really am, and I also hope they send my friend John forward. I think you'll enjoy meeting him."
"We'll be on watch all day tomorrow, if that's what it takes," added Mike. Steve got up and set the table, removing his apron once all the food was served. We ate hungrily, and I thought the flavor of the food was superb. Afterward, they led me to the bedroom where we'd spent the previous might sharing the king-size bed.
"From what I've already told you about how we beat the epidemics, you can guess that STDs have been pretty much wiped out," Mike began.
"What that means is that things like oral sex are as safe as other kinds of sex," Steve added. "Since we had so much fun last night, I'd like to try something slightly different now. I'd like to try oral with you." We sat on the bed, and Steve pulled me toward him.
"I'd like to do oral on your prick too," I said. "Both of you. I've never sucked an uncircumcised prick in my life. There were so few of them." Steve slipped into a "69" position with me and I saw his prick, with its thick and wrinkled foreskin overhang, inches in front of my eyes. During the few moments I merely watched it, I saw it begin to swell. I felt his fingers lightly grasping my shaft and the hot touch of his lips on my helmet.
"Man, I think you two really turn each other on," I heard Mike say as he sat against the headboard where he could watch us and stroke his prick at the same time. I felt Steve's tongue tickling my slit, which began to pout as my helmet swelled. I worked my tongue inside the long nipple of his foreskin, enjoying the rich masculine odor and taste, and feeling the helmet harden against my tongue. Steve's glans was very smooth compared to those that had been circumcised, and I knew it was more sensitive as well.
"Push your tongue in farther," Mike coached me. "Steve enjoys it when I dig in deep and work around his flange." I did as he recommended, pushing forward to explore the contours of Steve's flaring rim. Meanwhile, Steve had lip-locked my corona and was twisting his head as his tongue-tip probed my teardrop shaped orifice.
"Your balls are tightening up," Mike commented. I saw that Steve's scrotum, inches in front of my eyes, was indeed contracting with excitement, and I cupped his balls as I twirled my tongue around his rim inside the tight foreskin. Steve had begun to moan, and I knew he was ahead of me. I felt the vibrations of his moaning in my helmet. His glans was much more sensitive than mine, and as I moved my tongue around his rim I was stretching his foreskin, containing all those exquisite nerve endings.
"Squeeze his shaft," Mike said to Steve, and I felt Steve's strong fingers encircle the base of my prick and contract gently. This slowed the flow of blood out of my penis and I felt my shaft and glans engorging even more. Meanwhile, Steve's excitement was peaking. Although I wasn't squeezing his shaft I felt the head enlarge inside its foreskin. I grasped his shaft and pulled hard away from me, peeling the long foreskin off his tasty glans and letting my tongue and lips have direct contact with his swollen helmet. The foreskin was now bunched up behind his rim, forming a thick collar.
I heard Steve yelp as I twisted my lips around his hard, flaring corona, and then his shaft throbbed in my hand. I felt his hot hard prick thrust into me and a flood of hot salty fluid poured from his orifice onto my tongue and into the back of my throat. He'd removed his mouth from my prick and was now grunting with the sensations I was giving him. I felt his shaft and helmet throb again and another powerful stream poured into my mouth as I swallowed frantically.
The chlorine odor and flavor of fresh sperm filled my mouth and nose, and I tightened my lips around his corona as I flicked my tongue under his helmet to strum his frenulum. His straining glans disgorged another hot load as he cried out helplessly, totally enraptured by the sweet sensations in his groin. I swallowed again, just in time to receive another load. This one wasn't as forceful, and the volume seemed to be less. Steve's prick throbbed again, and this time I felt a dribble emerge from his slit. Steve shuddered a couple of times as his prick throbbed its last drops into my waiting mouth.
"That was a really hot come," Mike commented and I felt his gentle fingers continue to knead my sac. Steve's penis began to wilt in my mouth, and I felt the helmet withdraw into its thick fleshy hood as it shrank. I licked his sperm away carefully, knowing that his tip would be sper-sensitive after orgasm, and finally pulled his long hood fully forward. Steve and I lay still for a minute or two, and then he began reviving from his daze.
"Oh, man, Jack, that was really hot," he said. "Now it's your turn. Mike and I are going to work on you and get you shooting your load."
"I really loved to feel your big smooth tip shooting in my mouth," I said. "Once I skinned it back I had your naked helmet right against my tongue. I loved the taste of your cream, too." As I spoke, Steve shifted position slightly and I felt his fingers grip the base of my shaft again, squeezing to further harden my erection. His mouth closed around my glans, tongue probing my orifice and lips encircling the sensitive tissue between my scar ring and rim. As I'd already made him come, I relaxed and concentrated on the sensations they were pouring into me.
With both of them concentrating on my prick and balls, my excitement rose quickly. I felt my shaft and helmet swelling to final hardness, and my contracted scrotum resisted Mike's gentle tugs that stretched the thick skin's nerve endings.
"Twist your mouth around his rim," Mike coached Steve, and I felt the hot side-slipping sensations as Steve's lips caressed my corona. My swollen glans ached for release and I wondered how much longer it would take as I closed my eyes.
"Use your teeth, Steve, because his tip's not as sensitive," urged Mike, and a moment later I felt the scrape of Steve's teeth running down the broad upper surface of my helmet. His tongue-tip stabbed into my orifice again, and I felt the hot tingle begin in my straining helmet. Steve's fingers suddenly squeezed the base of my shaft hard, and I felt an explosion of sensation that shot down deep inside me. My cock-root contracted in the thud-thud-thud of ejaculation, and a gush of hot fluid burned its way up my shaft.
"AH-AH-AH!" I cried out as the hot rush of my orgasm hit me with the force of an express train. My body shuddered as the first jet flew out of my straining glans into Steve's waiting mouth. I felt his teeth scrape my glans again, sending another jet shooting up from my root to my tip. My body shuddered and my legs trembled with the force of my biological storm as my throbbing tip discharged another load. I was totally lost in the hot frenzy of my orgasm, helpless in their hands as they pulled stream after hot stream from my prick.
Now my orgasm was slowing, and my jets were less forceful, but the tingle continued throughout my groin. I was still moaning, and finally stopped as the last drops seeped from the lips of my orifice. I felt Steve's lips slip forward on my wilting glans, scooping up the thick fluid that coated it, and then his tongue worked around my slit to lick away the residue.
"Your sperm was very tasty," I heard him say faintly through my stupor. I lay inert as Steve had, until I began to revive. I opened my eyes to see Mike next to me, fingers gently working on his prick, twisting his foreskin around the swollen purple mushroom.
"I want to find out how your sperm tastes," I said as I moved closer and encircled the front his hot hard prick with my lips. Mike's prick had a strong smell from the copious amount of lubricant he'd been seeping, some of which had oozed down onto the outside of his foreskin. My lips squeezed his mushroom's rim through the skin as my tongue licked the thick lubricant from the outside of his hood. Now I moved back slightly
so that my lips could push back his foreskin as my tongue-tip drilled into his slit.
"Oh, oh, oh," Mike moaned as I stripped back his foreskin with my lips, savoring that rich male taste of his glans. I grasped his shaft at the base with my right hand, clamping my fingers tightly to enhance his erection. Steve tugged on Mike's tight scrotum as Mike had on mine, and I knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back his sperm no matter how much he tried to relax.
Mike's prick lubed heavily into my mouth, and I had to swallow repeatedly as the relentless flood continued. Now I had pushed Mike's foreskin back onto the shaft to expose his rim and groove, which I caressed with my lips. Now I strummed his frenulum, exploring the wide groove where the two halves of his corona came together under the head.
I pulled down hard on his shaft skin with my tightly encircling fingers, and I felt his frenulum pull the front of his mushroom head down with the tension. Now I twisted my lips around his high rim, feeling his body tense as his moans changed to heavy grunts.
"You're really getting him aroused," I heard Steve say as he continued the tension on Mike's scrotum. Mike's legs began trembling, and I saw his stomach muscles contract. I tightened my lips and twisted my head to caress both the swollen rim and the deep groove behind it. Suddenly mike's body jerked and I felt his prick drive deeper into my mouth.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted loudly as he discharged the first load of sperm into my mouth. The odor and taste of chlorine filled my mouth as I swallowed. I felt his mushroom glans throb again as it spat another long gush into the back of my throat. I touched his long slit with my tongue-tip and felt it distend as another thick rope of sperm coated my tongue and palate.
Mike was still crying out helplessly as Steve and I worked on him, driving his orgasm, and pulling more discharges from his straining prick. The discharges were less now, and I was able to swallow each one easily. They tapered off to a dribble, and then stopped. Mike's prick didn't even twitch as it began to soften and I licked the thick creamy fluid from it. I worked all around his glans and then began easing his foreskin forward toward me as I run my fingertip up the underside of his shaft to force out the residue. I licked away each drop as it appeared to part the lips of his long slit, and then pulled his foreskin forward to cover and protect the precious head.
"I loved that too," I said to Steve. "I can't decide which one of you was tastier. Your pricks are similar, but different in their own ways." Steve caressed my thigh as we waited for Mike to arouse himself from his daze. His eyes were closed and I sensed the relaxation creeping over his body. I reached for Steve's prick, now dormant, and began pulling on his long foreskin nipple.
"That's nice but what we're gonna do to you when Mike wakes up will be even nicer," he said. At this moment Mike opened his eyes.
"Someone mention my name?" he asked as he clasped my limp prick, gently squeezing the helmet.
"I was just telling Jack that we've got a surprise planned for him tonight." Steve cupped my balls as he spoke. Mike got up and went to the closet, returning with a gray colored plastic box and a wire harness.
"I'm going to show him," Mike said as he put the box on the bed next to me. "Now lie on your back, and we'll get started."
"Is this your e-stim stuff?" I guessed.
"Yep, it is," Mike answered. "I'm going to hook you up and then we'll see what happens."
"You might not think you can come again so soon after your orgasm, but you'll be surprised what this stuff can do," Steve began explaining. "This sends pulses right through your nerves, in your penis, your prostate, and the rest. This is really powerful stimulation."
"I know how powerful it can be," I answered. "I had one myself back then. We'd found it was especially helpful for us cut guys whose foreskin nerve endings were gone, and with our helmets all dried out. You saw how my tip's much less sensitive than yours last night and again this evening."
"Yes, that's right," Mike said. "I'd guess that electro-stim helps a lot if you've been circumcised, although we never tried it on a circumcised guy. We never met any until we met you. Now this unit's a lot more sophisticated than the one you had. I think it'll work even better on you." As he spoke, Mike slipped a soft plastic cap onto my helmet. It was a loose fit, but became tighter as my glans was swelling. It had a thin sleeve that went as far as the groove behind my rim and a tight band to keep it in place, sealing into the groove. An electrical connector protruded from the front of the cap.
"This is for the `A' channel," Mike explained. "Now let's put the other pole on you." He slipped what looked like a thick rubber band over my now stiff prick, guiding it down to the base of my shaft.
"That sets up the first circuit," said Steve. Mike pressed an adhesive pad with a wire attached into the flesh behind my balls, and another one between my buttocks, just touching my anus.
"Now that's the `B' Channel," he said. "If they're uncomfortable we can change them around. Just let us know."
"That's a lot like what I used back then," I commented.
"Then this is a good starting set-up," Mike said. "Now I'm going to turn it on. It's pre-programmed, so you don't have to worry about setting the power, and it senses the optimum levels and frequencies for you." He flipped a switch on the box and I felt a pleasant tingling in my groin, from the tip of my penis all the way back to my anus, as waves of pulses coursed through my tender flesh. I noticed a green light had lit on the unit's control panel.
"This is a sort of test phase," Mike explained. "It's sending pulses through you to measure your body's resistance and determine the best power level and frequencies for each channel. When it's ready to give you the full treatment you'll see a red light." The pleasant, undulating pulses continued, maintaining my erection as they flashed through the nerves in my penis and groin.
"See that?" Mike asked as he pointed to a red light that had just come on. "It's ready to go. How long do you want to take before orgasm?"
"I didn't know I could select a time," I answered.
"Oh, yes, that's adjustable. I'll set it for five minutes. That means that the power level will increase slowly for five minutes, and reach the trigger point right at the end. When you start coming, the power level will drop a little, to avoid discomfort, and stay that way to keep the sensations going. You turn it off manually." He turned a selector switch and pressed a button, and I felt the tingling slowly increase.
"How does it feel?" Steve asked after a few seconds.
"Oh, heavenly," I replied. "This feels like my old unit, only better." The tingle-inducing pulses had increased, and I felt my scrotal sac tightening under me. I lay back and relaxed, confident that this futuristic device would bring me to an intense, and mind-blasting orgasm.
Another minute passed in silence, as I enjoyed the sensations that were gradually becoming sharper and more intense. Mike and Steve stared at me avidly, until Steve broke the silence:
"We can see what it's doing to you, Jack. Your helmet's swollen even more, and it's turned dark purple. I bet your shaft feels very rigid to you."
"It does, really," I answered. "How much longer?"
"It's got about two minutes to go, Jack. Now I didn't tell you that this unit has a built-in edger. It's gonna bring you right to the edge and maintain you there for a full minute before it lets you come." I felt the intensity increase, and my legs began trembling.
"Just try to stay relaxed, Jack. Let the unit do the work," Steve murmured as he took my hand in his. "We'll be right here with you." The sensations became more intense, and my hot hard glans strained for release. I felt a tickle deep inside me denoting that my natural lubricant had begun to flow. I felt my prostate and anus throbbing with the pulses being fed to them through the "B" channel.
"You're almost at four minutes," Mike said, just as my eyes closed. I began gasping with the intensity of the sensations and then I felt a hot tingle pervading my groin, from the tip of my prick, through my balls and prostate, right to my throbbing anus. I began grunting, aware that I was being held right at the brink of my orgasm, trapped in a limbo of anticipation, and that my release was still almost a minute away.
"Ah-AH-AH" I heard myself gasping, as my conscious mind went on "HOLD." I was totally unaware of the room around me, or Steve and Mike next to me, because the overpowering sensations of imminent orgasm dominated all of my consciousness. Now my entire body was tingling in anticipation, and time stopped.
Suddenly, a hot thrill shot through my glans and shaft, followed an instant later by a heavy pulse stabbing into my prostate and anus. I cried out helplessly as I felt the hot torrent of cream shooting into my tube and rushing up towards my helmet. My hips bucked as the jet erupted to fill the inside of the cup, trapped against my tender flesh by the seal around my groove.
I cried out again as another hot jet burned its way up my urethra, shooting into the cup and swirling around my throbbing glans. Another sharp contraction deep inside me sent its load of hot lava up my throbbing shaft, and I felt more cream fill the cup around my helmet. More jets followed, although they were weaker, and I noticed that the pulses were weaker as well, holding me on the plane of my orgasm so that I could enjoy the pleasant sensations after I'd drained myself. Finally, the pulses stopped, and I began sinking into the stupor that followed, exhausted by the frenzy of my orgasm.
As I lay dazed I became dimly aware that Steve and Mike were removing the electrodes from my body. I opened my eyes to see Mike stripping the cap electrode from my glans, and then Steve began milking my now limp shaft to draw out the residue. Mike put down the cap electrode and dabbed at my slit with a tissue, sopping up the last drops of cream and the clear lubricant that had mixed with it.
"Let's take a shower," Steve said, grasping my hand to help me up. We went into the bathroom where the king-size custom shower stall was located. It was five feet square and three of the walls were lined with nozzles to provide an even spray over most of our bodies. The two had had the special shower built so that they could shower together and even entertain friends, as it was roomy enough for four people.
The water streaming on our bodies from hundreds of orifices was not too hot, but just the right temperature. As it cascaded down my body and over my penis I felt a powerful urge to pee, which I communicated to Steve and Mike.
"Sure, go ahead," Steve urged. "It's just water, anyway. It's all going down the drain." Mike nodded assent, and I stopped straining against the urge, letting my sphincter relax. My thick yellow stream poured from my orifice, landing between our feet. When I'd finished Steve said:
"Hey watch this." He pinched the end of his long foreskin nipple and we watched as the foreskin began to swell, like an inflating balloon. It distended to twice the diameter of his helmet before he let go, releasing a thick gush of urine that splashed all over our calves and feet. He grasped it again between thumb and forefinger to make his foreskin distend again under the pressure of the trapped urine. He released it, and another heavy gush sprayed over our legs. This time, he let the residue run out through the nozzle of his foreskin until only a dribble remained, and then he skinned back to bare the big purple helmet.
"My turn," said Mike as he pinched the pucker that extended beyond his glans. His foreskin swelled and then he let go, allowing his pent-up fluid to spray over our legs. He repeated the exercise twice more before baring his mushroom shaped glans to rinse it under the spray of water.
"I wish I could do that. I'd never seen that before, but I guess I'll be able to do that in a few days," I said.
"We all learned to do that as kids," Mike explained. "That's one of the first things a kid does once he understands that he can control the flow with his fingers."
"Parents used to think that was dirty, but now they understand that it's healthy," Steve told me. I must have looked puzzled, because Mike broke in:
"This is an easy and painless way of stretching a boy's tight foreskin. Most boys are born with tight foreskins. It's like the hymen on a girl. Sooner or later, though, it's helpful to retract the foreskin, both for washing and for sex. Pinching the end when you pee stretches the skin."
"So does masturbation," said Steve. "The back-and-forth movement of the foreskin over the head is a very pleasant way of stretching it and loosening any adhesions. It's awful to think that several hundred years ago doctors would amputate the foreskin if it didn't go back right away."
"Hell, they circumcised boys to prevent masturbation," Mike added. I shuddered when I heard this.
The following day when Mike took me in to work with his there was a message for me. My new foreskin clone was ready, and I was to contact Dr. Simmons at the hospital as soon as possible.
I reported to the hospital and the receptionist directed me down the hall to the preparation room, where I stripped off my clothing. The male nurse assistant to Dr. Simmons ushered me into the bathroom to take a shower.
In the operating room the nurse assistant helped me onto the table. Dr. Simmons entered, already in cap and gown. A surgical mask hung around his neck.
"As I'd told you the other day," Dr. Simmons began, "we won't use sutures as in the old days. We use `Biobond,' which is a tissue glue that actually becomes part of the tissues it's attaching. This is why you won't have any scars and you'll be healed in about 24 hours."
"That sounds really encouraging," I said.
"Well, I'm ready if you are," he said. "I don't think local anesthesia would be right for this because I'd have to inject anesthetic all around the base of your penis and that would require several needle punctures that would leave it swollen and blue. I'm going to put you under general anesthesia, but not with drugs." The nurse applied an adhesive pad to each of my temples as the doctor spoke. "This is electrical anesthesia, very gentle, very effective, and it leaves you with no hangover or after-effects. A high-frequency current just puts you to sleep and when I turn it off you'll wake up immediately." "We're going to have you on oxygen too, as a precaution," he continued as the nurse put a mask over my nose and mouth. I saw his arm move and the next thing I knew was that he'd changed position and was smiling down at me.
"It's all over and it went perfectly," he said. "Want to look at it?" I raised my head and saw my penis wrapped in a transparent bandage, a thick bulge where skin now covered the helmet. The end of my foreskin formed a nipple beyond my glans.
"I don't feel any pain," I said.
"You should not feel any pain at all. There's no reason for pain as we didn't pierce the skin with needles. This was a lot better than when you were circumcised as a baby, I'm sure. I understand that was done without anesthesia back during the 20th Century."
"Yeah, you're right. Back then doctors told parents their babies didn't feel the pain because their nervous systems weren't developed enough. Now how long will the bandage have to stay on, and how long will I be out of action? Weeks?" Dr. Simmons smiled.
"The bandage can come off in a few hours. Meanwhile, don't move or stretch your new foreskin in any way. If you have to urinate just let go through your hood and don't try to skin back. Then just blot any residue with some toilet paper."
"Thanks, doctor," I said. "It looks like a terrific job."
"It should be. Now it looks just like mine," he said with a laugh.
"When can I skin it back and all that?" I asked. I felt shy about asking about having sex.
"I think you should be all right in 48 hours. That's twice the healing time and I think it's not too long to wait."
"Will I get back the sensitivity I lost?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, no doubt about that. First to come back will be the nerve endings in your foreskin. Can you feel this?" He touched his fingertip lightly against my foreskin through the bandage.
"Yes, I can feel that perfectly."
"Well, you'll have full feeling in your foreskin as the nerves finish reattaching, within 48 hours. Now your glans is a different problem. I presume you were circumcised at birth, right?"
"Yes I was," I replied.
"Well, this means that your glans has been exposed and dried out all of your life. The top layer of tissue is keratinized and thicker than it would have been if it had remained protected by foreskin. It's going to take months for the mucus membrane to thin out and shed those extra cells. I can give you something to apply to speed up the process, though."
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's something that was developed during the 20th Century, retinoic acid. It was originally used for chemical peels, but we've found that in diluted form, it can gently peel the top layer of keratinized cells from the glans and restore sensitivity in a few days."
"That sounds really good, Doctor. How do I use it?"
"I'll give you a tube of the cream now. After 48 hours, retract your foreskin and apply a small amount of the cream, about the size of a pea, to your glans. Use your foreskin to spread it evenly over your glans, and then leave it alone. After about three days you'll see the top layer of tissue on your glans sloughing off, like skin peels after a sunburn. You'll also find your glans more sensitive then."
"That's all I have to do? Do I apply it only once?"
"That's up to you, Jack. If you're satisfied with the sensitivity, don't do anything else. If you feel that one application didn't do enough for you, repeat the treatment in a week. Again, apply only a little bit. If you don't get more sensitivity after the second treatment, you've gone as far as you can."
"I'll certainly be anticipating my first orgasm now that I've got my foreskin back," I said, my shyness having dissipated because of the doctor's caring and confident manner.
"I know you'll find it enjoyable, even mind-blowing. There's one more thing I should tell you. You've got a frenulum now. You know what that is, right?" When I nodded he continued.
"I made yours slightly shorter than it was naturally. This is a little improvement I picked up doing these restorations. When you pull back hard on your foreskin, you'll be putting enough tension on your frenulum that you'll pull the front of your glans down. You'll also be stretching the nerve endings in your new frenulum. You'll find that this increases your sensations." I'd seen this on Mike's penis when I'd brought it to orgasm, and knew the effect it had when I tugged on it to make his mushroom dip.
"Okay, then you're ready to go. There's no need to contact me unless you have a question or a problem. We rarely have any complications from this procedure." I slipped off the table and began dressing, surprised that my recently-operated penis was not tender as I slipped on my underwear. Mike was in the waiting room, and he got up when he saw me.
"How'd it go?" he asked.
"Perfectly, I guess. Back in my own time I'd be in pain for two or three weeks it would take to recover. The doc told me I'd be a hundred percent in 48 hours, and it's not even tender now. I'm not even groggy from the electrical anesthesia."
"That's how surgery goes these days," he said. "It's quick and easy."
"Much better than back then," I said. "A guy I knew got circumcised as an adult, and man, was he in pain for weeks! He'd had it done because his girlfriend said she liked circumcised cocks better and after the operation he was really sorry he'd had it done. I remember he was really bitter about it a year later when she left him for another guy. Now he didn't have either a girlfriend or his foreskin."
"I guess that's the kind of shit people did then," Mike shrugged. We walked out to his vehicle and climbed in.
"Do you want to join me on the stake-out?" Mike asked. "Maybe you'd like to rest a little after your surgery."
"No, I feel just fine," I said. "The anesthesia didn't give me a hang-over, and it doesn't hurt, so I guess I'm okay."
"That's fine," he said. "We'll just go right there and maintain our watch." Mike easily found a parking space only a few yards from where I'd first appeared and we got out.
"I'm a little hungry, though," I said to him after a few minutes.
"That's no problem. Just a few doors down is a place you really might enjoy." I looked at him inquiringly.
"It's a pizza stand. I understand that was one of most popular foods back in your time. Let's get a couple of slices." We walked over and ordered a slice each, Mike paying for them with his card. After that, we stood in a doorway eating our slices, in a scene that reminded me of Popeye Doyle in an old movie, "The French Connection." Popeye had stood eating a slice of pizza in a doorway during a stakeout, just as we were doing now.
I was scanning the faces of the men approaching us, looking for John. The rest of the afternoon passed without our seeing him, and at five Mike suggested going home. As before, Steve was waiting for us, wearing only his apron and slippers.
"Meat loaf and salad tonight," he said as he mixed our drinks with the robot bartender. "It's vegetarian meatloaf, but it tastes just like a mixture of pork and beef. The salad's all natural, though. It's not made of plastic or petroleum products." We ate with gusto and then Mike and I removed our clothes. Steve was eager to see the results of my surgery.
"It looks pretty good, what I can see through the plastic," he said. "In fact, it looks just like mine."
"I told the doctor I wanted an extra long foreskin," I explained. "I really like the looks of your prick, Steve, and I wanted the same thing for myself."
"When does the bandage come off?" he asked. "I'd like to see it without that plastic on it, and I'd like to feel it too."
"The doctor told me to keep the bandage on for 24 hours, and not to have sex or even try to skin back for 48. It should be healed by then."
"I'd like to get my hands on it too," Mike added. "Even circumcised your cock looked good to me. Now it looks perfect."
"I think we'd better let Jack get some rest," Steve suggested. "He's experienced a lot for one day, and it won't be all that long before he's back in action." We sat around drinking and talking for a couple of hours after that, and then went to bed. I was in the middle, snuggled up between Steve and Mike.
The following day produced no results, although Mike and I stayed on watch from eight in the morning until five in the afternoon.
"Think he'll show?" I asked him at one point.
"There's no way of telling," he replied. "We're doing this based on several assumptions. First is that they'll send him in the first place. The second is that they'll send him to the same spot they sent you. The third assumption is that they'll send him at about the same time. They might do something totally different, such as sending him another 100 years into the future, or maybe into Europe. Britain would be a good choice, for example."
At five we went home, and Steve had another delicious dinner for us. This time it was real hamburgers, with real ground beef and all the trimmings, which we ate with gusto. After we'd eaten Mike and I got undressed and Steve removed his apron.
"I'm really eager to see your cock unwrapped," Steve said. I carefully peeled the transparent plastic bandage from my penis and they both stared avidly.
"You can hardly see any scarring," Mike pointed out.
"It feels okay," I said, "but I can't even skin it back for another day. The doctor told me to be careful about that. I can't even peel it back to pee."
"How do you do it, then?" Steve asked.
Yes, show us," echoed Mike. "Come on in the bathroom if you have to go now." We went into the bathroom, where Mike pointed me toward the sink.
"Go ahead, do it in there so we can see it all," he said. I relaxed my sphincter and we watched the yellow liquid dribble and splatter from my foreskin's long nipple. When I had finished, I milked my penis down and dabbed at the end of the foreskin with a wad of toilet paper.
"I can't even skin back to clean right now," I explained, "but tomorrow I guess I'll be able to do that." I was impatient to get back some of the sensitivity in my glans, and I decided to jump the gun slightly.
"I'm just going to squirt a little of this into my foreskin," I sad after I'd explained what retinoic acid cream did. "That way it should start working right away." I placed the mouth of the tube against my foreskin pucker and squeezed slightly, feeling the coolness of the cream as it invaded my foreskin cavity. I massaged it very gently to spread it, and then we went back into the living room.
As we'd done the previous evening, we sat around talking and helping ourselves to a few more drinks before going to bed. The following day we took up station at eight again, and shortly after noon we bought a couple of slices of pizza, which we again ate while standing in a doorway a la Popeye Doyle.
A minute after I'd swallowed the last bite I saw him. I immediately moved toward him, with Mike hanging back as we'd discussed. John was looking around him wide-eyed, taking in his first view of the world two centuries after his time.
"Hey, John," I said when I was a few feet from him. I saw that, unlike me, he was dressed in a robe.
"You're all right, then," he blurted.
"Yes I am. Did you think I wasn't?"
"Well, the people back then don't think you were. They tried to pull you back a couple of days ago but all they got was the remote control. They thought either something had happened to you or that you'd lost the remote."
"Well, actually I didn't have the remote on me when they tried to pull me back. Did they send you after me?"
"Actually, yes and no," he replied. "They'd called me in, as they wanted to send me as follow-up a couple of days after you left, and that's when they found that they couldn't get you back. This caused some concern, but as there was no evidence of anything bad having happened to you, they decided to send me, telling me to be extra careful." He pointed at his back-pack. "They even gave me two guns."
"John, there's someone I want you to meet," I said. "He's a new friend I made, and between us we can explain a lot about what's happened here." I pointed toward Mike, and we walked over to him.
"This is Mike Stanmore," I said. "Meet John Bland. He's the guy I'd told you about." Mike held out his hand and John took it."
"Maybe we should go over to my office," Mike suggested. "Are you carrying a remote control, John?' John nodded, and Mike went on:
"I'm a little worried that they might try to pull you back sooner than they did Jack. The sooner you get that off your person the safer you'll be."
"Safer? What danger are you talking about?" John asked.
"I don't think you'll be too eager to go back after you hear what we've got to tell you," I answered. Mike was already using his personal communicator, which looked remarkably like a cell-phone, to summon a police vehicle because his two-seater wouldn't take us all. As we waited, Mike and I began to fill John in on the history of the last two centuries.
A large vehicle pulled up, a uniformed officer driving, and we climbed in. The drive was a short one, and once inside Mike asked John to give him his remote. He left the room, presumably to put it in a locker where if it activated it wouldn't take anyone with it back to the 21st Century. When he returned, he asked John for his back-pack. Mike opened it and extracted the two pistols and laid them on the table.
"It's illegal to carry concealed weapons without a permit," he explained. "Since you've just arrived and had no way of knowing that, we won't press changes. We didn`t press charges with Jack for that reason. It's only a technicality, anyway. We'll get you an ID card and then if you really want a concealed-carry permit, you'll be able to get one legally." At this point Wallace came in.
"Oh, you've got another one," he observed. "I heard about it and rushed right over." Mike introduced him:
"John Bland, this is Investigator Wallace. We work together." They shook hands and Wallace continued:
"I'll leave you in Mike's hands. Since we already know about the time travel business there's no need to question you. I just hope you adapt to our time as well as Jack has." With that he left.
Mike and I continued to fill John in on the present era. John was surprised to learn of the drastic decrease in the Earth's population.
"What about Africa and South America?" he asked. "What happened to them?
"South America pretty much wiped out its own population with their banana wars," Mike explained. "All the petty dictators thought grandiose ideas, such as being another Hitler and conquering the world. They pretty much killed each other off. Now there are very few people left alive down there."
"How about Africa?" I prompted. "You didn't tell me what happened with them."
"Well, our history books told us that Africa was even worse off. After the European countries abandoned their colonies, they were pretty much ruled by governments that were as corrupt as any on the planet. Add to that their awful public health problem and you have an impossible situation."
"In our time, AIDS was a big problem in Africa," John said.
"It continued to be a big problem," Mike added.
"There was some research back then that said that circumcision prevented AIDS, based on studies of some African tribes," I added.
"Yes, that belief continued for years," Mike declared. "We knew that this wasn't so, because even back in the 20th Century, some people compared AIDS rates between the United States and Europe. Europe had a lower AIDS rate, although most European men weren't circumcised. Here in the U. S. where almost all males were circumcised, the rate was higher."
"So what happened with Africa?" John persisted.
"Well, during the 21st Century, the African Union got persuaded by this phony research to have all males in Africa circumcised. We now know that the research was funded by a company that manufactured circumcision clamps, so it's no surprise that the research produced results that would help their business. The company had some influence in Washington, and for a few years the American Government funded a program to circumcise all males in Africa. The little dictators thought this was a good idea because the company that made the tools gave them a royalty on every one used in their countries, and they enforced universal circumcision. They had the police and the army round up the males and bring them in handcuffed to get circumcised."
"Did this do any good?" I asked.
"No it didn't; just the reverse," Mike answered. "Remember that public health and the state of medical care in Africa was awful. It turned out that the doctors doing the circumcisions didn't even bother to sterilize their instruments. All those circumcisions actually spread AIDS because of those dirty instruments. Within a few years almost the entire African population had AIDS."
"So they all died of AIDS?" John asked.
"No, not all," Mike replied. "The entire public health situation in Africa was poor. AIDS can kill you in 15 or 20 years. Many people died long before then, of malnutrition, malaria, Marburg Virus, and other tropical diseases. AIDS just finished off those who hadn't died of other causes. Today, Africa is a pest-hole, but there's almost nobody left alive." John looked very reflective as he heard this.
"Speaking of AIDS," I said, "maybe we'd better get John vaccinated." At this point Wallace came in again.
"Have you got our new guest fixed up with an ID Card?" he asked Mike Stanmore. Mike got to his feet.
"I'll take care if it right now," he said. "I'll also get him vaccinated. We went down together to Dr. Eddy's office. The doctor gave John a quick physical and then his vaccinations. The final step was to scrape the inside of John's cheek for DNA typing. Next was the formality of getting a new card. He ran John through the same procedure I'd had a few days ago, and when John had his new card in his hand Mike said:
"The day's shot now. Let's go home. "I'll have Steve pick us up because my car holds only two." A few minutes later we were in their kitchen, where Steve fixed us our drinks.
"Take off your clothes, John," I said as I stripped down. "Mike and Steve are nudists, and they're gay." This was a lot for John to absorb in one day, and he looked bewildered as he took off his clothing without even noticing the new foreskin on my penis. He gulped down his drink quickly and Steve fixed him another while Mike was undressing. Then Steve stripped too and we sat around the table.
"We can tell him about what we did the last few days," I reassured Steve and Mike. "John's not possessive, either." John sat at the table, leaning forward eagerly, as Steve and Mike took turns telling him about our sexual adventures. When they'd finished, John said:
"I really envy you two. You didn't have to get circumcised as babies. I did, and I've been stretching my shaft skin for a year to get more length to cover the head." He stood up to show them, and Steve commented:
"Well, that's pretty good. You've got enough skin to cover the rim so far."
"I'd really like to have a foreskin like yours," he said to Steve. "I always wanted one with a long nipple, and I doubt I can stretch mine that much."
"You won't have to, John," said Mike. "Take a look at Jack's cock. I think you didn't notice what he's got." At this cue, I stood up and turned to John, who looked down at my crotch curiously.
"What happened?" he asked. "You've got a foreskin!" He sat down, placing his eyes closer to my groin to inspect my penis more closely.
"I just had microsurgery the other morning," I began. "The hospital took some cells from the inside of my cheek and cloned me a new foreskin." John looked stunned, disbelieving.
"You're not hallucinating, John," Steve said. "This is all real."
"You can have a new foreskin, grown right from your own cells, if you want," I said. "I did, and with the advances in surgery over the years, the healing takes only a couple of days and you can't even see scars." John peered closely at my penis and then grasped it around the glans between two fingers, gently sliding the foreskin up and down. My penis began to respond to the stimulation and I felt it swelling.
"Go ahead," Steve said. "You're his friend and you should have the honor of skinning him back for the first time." John's fingers delicately slid the foreskin back and forth over my rapidly swelling helmet while the others watched avidly.
"It's very snug over the head," John commented as he tested the foreskin for stretch. "It's not loose like on those guys who stretched their shaft skins."
"It hugs the head, just like mine," said Steve. "I want to see that long nipple stretch and come back over the head." John pulled back a little more and we saw the long nipple expand as it rode over the front dome of my glans.
"It's tight but very stretchy, like a real foreskin," John said.
"It is a real foreskin," Mike interjected. "It was grown from his own cells, and it's just like the original foreskin was."
"Actually, it's longer than mine was," I explained. "The doctor told me I had a choice as to its final shape, and I told him to make it longer." Now John had slid my foreskin back most of the way, leaving its tightly stretched opening clinging to my flaring rim.
"This doesn't hurt?" he asked me as he maintained tension on my foreskin.
No, not at all," I replied. "It feels tight, but it feels very good. Go ahead, bring it back all the way." John's fingers tightened slight on my penis and suddenly the foreskin rode over the last curve of my rim and snapped down into the deep groove behind the head to form a thick fleshy collar.
"Man, that looks beautiful," Mike said. My glans swelled even more now that it was totally uncovered.
"That foreskin's like a tourniquet around the neck of your penis," Steve said to me. "It's tight enough to make your helmet really swell."
"His balls are tightening too," said Mike.
"Now pull back a little more," I coached John. I felt his fingers tighten slightly as they pulled my foreskin down my shaft, putting tension on my new gee-string.
"Hey, that made the front of your helmet dip down!" John exclaimed.
"It's the same on my cock," Steve said. "Putting tension on the frenulum and the head is really a thrill."
"Now let yourself go, John, We know you want to wank Jack's cock," said Mike. I sat down as John began a slight pumping action, drawing my foreskin farther back and then rolling it up over my flaring corona. I knew that the retinoic acid had begun to work because my glans felt more sensitive than it ever had before. There were some white specks on my helmet from the surface cells that had begun to shed.
"Let me bring you to orgasm," John said. "I want to feel how your uncircumcised cock feels now, and make it throb when you come." Steve rose and got some paper towels as John increased his pace. I was very excited from the increased sensitivity and the gliding foreskin action, as well as the knowledge that I had a new penis, something for which I'd yearned all my life.
"Your helmet's so smooth now," John said as he began longer strokes that swept my foreskin all the way forward to cover my glans completely, and then pulling it back all the way to bare it right down to the neck.
"He's really excited now," commented Mike as he knelt in front of me to cup my scrotum while Steve stood ready with the paper towels. My turgid helmet strained against the sliding foreskin as John pumped me, and I felt the familiar tingling begin in my corona, only more intense than it had ever been. My eyes closed.
Someone clamped his fingers around the base of my shaft, and I felt my penis become harder than I'd ever felt it, as the tingle in my glans spread from the rim all over the surface. Mike began kneading my balls as my excitement peaked, and suddenly I felt the head of my rock-hard penis explode.
HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted as a hot spark shot down my shaft to make my cock-root contract sharply. I felt the first torrent squirt into my urethra, racing up my tube, the hot stream burning all the way as I dissolved into orgasm. My mind went on "HOLD" as the jet exploded from my orifice.
John swept my foreskin all the way up, encasing my throbbing helmet, and I felt another hot spasm grip my insides. I felt my urethra distend under the pressure of another hot jet that made me grunt in joyful release. My entire body felt as if were throbbing as my cock-root convulsed again in the frenzy of my orgasm.
I grunted hard as I shot again, feeling the torrent rushing up my tube to explode from my meatus. John kept pumping me, sending my foreskin up and down to stimulate the nerve endings in my glans. On each down-stroke he tugged hard to stretch the nerve endings in my gee-string, giving me a sensation I'd never felt before to heighten my orgasm.
"YAAAHHHH!" I screamed as I felt my glans become super-sensitive, and suddenly I felt john stop stroking my foreskin. I sat dazed as my prick continued to throb, spurting its last drops, until my orgasm subsided and I was very still.
"Man, did he shoot hard," I heard someone say through the fog that gripped my brain.
"That first stream shot two feet into the air," I heard, this time identifying it as Steve's voice.
"So did the next two," contributed Mike. "I felt his shaft throb while I was squeezing it." I guessed that he was the one who had gripped the base of my shaft as well as kneading my balls.
"The only time it didn't shoot was when John had his foreskin all the way up," Steve said. "That kept it from shooting because the hole was covered for a moment.
"Yeah, and all that cream ran down over my hand," John said as I opened my eyes.
"That was beautiful," Mike said, his gaze meeting mine. "I just wish we would have disked it."
Disked?" John asked. "What's that?"
"We still have camcorders today, but they record in 3-D on small disks," Mike explained. Both Mike and Steve were fully hard, excited from having watched the spectacle.
"That's a really nice cock," John said, looking at Steve. "I'd love to work my tongue inside that long foreskin." Steve smiled and moved toward John, who grasped Steve's prick between two fingers around the glans and began probing the nipple of his long foreskin.
"Hey, let's move this into the bedroom," suggested Mike. "I think we'll all be more comfortable that way." He picked up a roll of paper towels and followed us in.
"Paper towels still come in rolls?" asked John.
"Some things never change," replied Steve as he lay down on the bed. "Toilet paper still comes in rolls too." John lay down next to him, his face in his crotch as he stabilized Steve's erection and resumed probing the long foreskin with the tip of his tongue.
We watched the supple skin stretch as John's tongue insinuated itself into it. I knew from experience that John would be probing for Steve's slit, tickling it by swiping his tongue-tip side to side, parting the lips.
"Ooooooh," groaned Steve as he felt John's tongue caressing his tender tip, stimulating the nerve endings. "I'm so wound up right now that you'll have my load soon."
"He will, too," commented Mike. "I know how sensitive Steve's tip is." Mike cupped Steve's balls with one hand while clamping the fingers of his other hand tightly around the base of his shaft. I got a wad of paper towels ready to catch Steve's sperm, but then remembered that John would swallow it all.
From where I was on Steve's other side I had a good view of his stiff prick, and watched, fascinated, as John's tongue pushed farther into his foreskin, now working the underside of the helmet. Steve was writhing with the intensity of the sensations, and when John's tongue probed farther and began working around the high, flaring corona, his entire body tightened involuntarily.
John's tongue swept around the flaring rim, digging into the groove behind it as he caressed the back-face of the ridge. His entire tongue was deep in Steve's foreskin, stretching it along with its many nerve endings. Steve's hands balled into fists as his back arched, and then he let out a loud cry.
"OOOHHHHH!" he cried out helplessly as the orgasm swept over him. His face turned red as his hips bucked, and I knew that John was receiving the first load. I saw John's Adam's apple jerking as he swallowed, and then Steve cried out again, caught up in the frenzy of his orgasm. John swallowed again and Steve's hips bucked a third time, sending another stream of sperm shooting into John's waiting mouth.
"He's really throbbing," Mike said, his fist still clenched around the base of Steve's prick. Steve cried out again, and I saw John swallow. We heard Steve's voice increase in pitch, and I warned John:
"He's getting too sensitive." John stopped working his tongue around Steve's helmet and just held the hard, throbbing prick in his mouth. He began withdrawing, and we saw that Steve's foreskin was still fully forward. Now only the end of Steve's long foreskin was between John's lips, and he was sucking avidly at it, extracting the last drops of cream as they dribbled from the puckered orifice.
Steve was lying inert now, utterly relaxed as the waves of orgasm left his body. John removed his mouth and I wrapped the end of Steve's softening prick in a paper towel without disturbing the foreskin, so that the last drops wouldn't stain the sheets.
John's penis was fully hard, although nobody had touched it. I knew that blowing Steve and me had gotten him very excited, and I looked at Mike questioningly.
"Depends on what John wants to do. We can get him off with electro if he wants that." John looked up at Mike and said:
"No. I want to work on that beautiful cock of yours. I want to feel you shooting your load into my mouth." He grasped Mike's penis and rearranged himself on the bed for better access.
"It was great feeling Steve's big smooth tip throbbing against my tongue. His juice was really hot, too." As Mike's foreskin wasn't nippled like Steve's but merely came to the end of the big mushroom glans, Steve worked his tongue-tip under the edge and began circling the glans, following the outline of the corona. By this time Steve had opened his eyes and propped himself up on an elbow to watch the show.
"Skin him back, John," Steve urged as he clamped his fist around the base of Mike's shaft. "He likes direct action on his mushroom. John began pushing Mike's foreskin back with his lips, while Steve pulled back on the shaft-skin. I cupped Mike's scrotum, which was already tight from his prolonged excitement.
"I'm not as sensitive as Steve but I won't last long, either," Mike said. John's lips locked into the groove behind Mike's high corona and he began twisting his head to apply sideways friction to Mike's mushroom glans. Mike moaned, and I saw his body begin to tighten with excitement.
"I bet John's getting a mouthful of Mike's lube now," Steve observed. "Mike's cock really drools when he's hot." To confirm this, John's Adam's apple jerked a couple of times, and we knew he was swallowing John's seeping lubricant.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" Mike grunted, and his hands balled into fists. Mike was getting really carried away because his eyes closed as Steve's had. Now he howled as John's lips and tongue tore the first discharge from his straining prick, and his hips bucked involuntarily.
John swallowed hard, just in time to catch Mike's next discharge, and he swallowed again. Mike's was grunting and groaning in agonized ecstasy as John's relentless mouth sucked the sperm from his throbbing prick. I felt each throb in my fingertips, which were pressing into the tender flesh behind his scrotum. Mike's hips bucked again, and I saw John swallow the load.
Now John began slowing down, aware that at any moment Mike's tip would become super-sensitive. Still, Mike's prick throbbed with a few more discharges, expelling the residue of his orgasm. Finally, Mike became still, totally spent, and began sinking into the daze that follows orgasm. John ran a finger up the underside of his prick, milking out the last drops. Each drop parted the lips of Mike's slit before falling onto John's waiting tongue. Mike's mushroom glans had been deep purple when John had removed his mouth, but was now lightening in shade as it shrunk.
We were all still for the couple of minutes it took Mike to return to full consciousness, but John said:
"That was a real thrill, feeling that hard mushroom throbbing in my mouth. He really shot a heavy load."
"I can understand why," Steve said. "You really did a number on me." I slid my hand over to grasp John's prick, hard from vicarious excitement, and gave the mushroom shaped tip a few gentle squeezes. I knew that squeezing his glans produced responsive throbs in his cock-root and I wanted to maintain John's arousal without precipitating his orgasm.
"Okay, let's give John some electro," Mike said as he opened his eyes. Steve was apparently of the same mind, because he took the equipment from the bedside table. I explained to John that this was a very advanced version of the unit I'd had back in the 21st Century, and that it would optimize the frequency of the pulses to produce the best excitement. As I was speaking, Steve was connecting the electrodes and wires, and when he'd finished I asked John if he was ready. I knew he'd like this, as he'd experienced electric thrills with my equipment back then.
"Okay, I'm really ready for this. Let's do it," he said. Steve pushed a button, and we watched a blissful look come over John's face. He began breathing deeply as the pulses tickled the nerves in his groin, heightening his excitement, and I watched the electrode at the end of his prick because the plastic sleeve that held it on was transparent and I could see when his glans darkened.
"Remember, you're going to have five minutes, and the last one with be with the edger," I reminded him as the lights on the machine blinked with each pulse. We all saw John's body tense as his excitement mounted, and then the timer reached four minutes. John groaned as the edger kicked in, holding him right on the brink of release but not letting him ejaculate. His body was very tense, filled with anticipation, as the calming sensations ran through his prick and prostate for a full minute. John's mushroom head was as dark as I'd ever seen it. Now the minute was up.
"HAHHH! HAHHH! HAHHH!" he yelled as the orgasm took hold, and we watched the plastic sleeve fill with cream as his straining prick spewed its first load. John yelled again, wracked by blissful agony as his second discharge shot from his engorged tip. His scrotum was tight, his fists clenched, and his eyes were closed as the awesome electric pulses pulled the discharges from him. I knew that all conscious thought had stopped for him, as it had for me a few evening ago. His mind was on "HOLD" and would remain that way, and he'd be aware only of the deliciously agonizing sensations pouring through his prick and prostate.
The plastic sleeve encasing the end of John's prick was distended almost to bursting when the lights on the unit flicked out. John was utterly still, drained by the shattering experience, and he lay breathing shallowly, dazed and exhausted.
Steve began removing the electrodes from him, tenderly slipping the plastic sleeve from his shrinking mushroom head and then the electrode from his scrotum. When he was finished, John's prick lay shrunken on his stomach, and I carefully dabbed at the tip to wipe the last dribbles of cream. The scent of chlorine was heavy in the air, evidence that John had pumped out all he had.
We watched John's penis soften and shrink, and the tightly contracted scrotum loosen as he relaxed after his stupefying orgasm. It was several minutes before he opened his eyes and said:
"That was terrific. I'd never experienced anything remotely like that. It was so intense^Å.."
"That was the idea," Mike said. "You gave us terrific orgasms, and we wanted to make you had something to remember." He patted John's hand.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll remember this one," John replied. "Now how about getting my foreskin back? How do we go about that?"
"We'll get started on that tomorrow," Mike said. "Jack and I are going to walk you through it, and in a few days your penis should be as good as new."
End of Part 2