Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2006 10:17:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exploring, Part 14, Adult Friends, 14/?

Exploring, Part 14
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	Brad and I stayed at my home the rest of the day. We
both had enough seniority to be able to get away from
the workplace without incurring any problems. His
revelations about his knowledge of the doctors having
been killed had stunned me, especially as he was both
a very experienced police investigator and appeared to
be tacitly in favor of the killings. At least, he was
turning a blind eye to them.
	Brad still had his foreskin, but he resented the
wholesale slaughter of infant foreskins by doctors who
tricked the parents into consenting to their sons'
mutilation. He was very well aware of the advantages
of remaining intact.
	"I'm glad to see that you have a large helmet on
yours," I commented at one point.
	"I've always liked it. Yours is big too."
	"I'd heard that guys who still had their foreskins
had smaller tips than those who had been circumcised,"
I added. "However, I've been in enough locker rooms to
know that this isn't true. I've seen a lot of cut guys
with small tips, and lots of intact guys with big
bulges under their foreskins, just like you have."
	"I've seen that too," Brad said. "I'm sure that if
you had never been clipped your helmet would be the
same size it is now."
	"Well, getting a new foreskin put on my prick hasn't
caused my glans to shrink at all," I said.
	"I saw that," he replied. "Both of us have nice heads
on ours. That sexy upturned rim is really attractive."
	"I was surprised to find out you're Bi," I said,
changing the subject. "I'm sure you have to keep this
very quiet in your department."
	"I really do," he said. "If you're a cop, you have to
be straight-arrow. That means you'd better be married
by the time you're 30 or so, or they start looking at
you suspiciously. You know I'm married, and have a
couple of kids."
	"Let me guess- both boys, and both uncircumcised."
	"Almost," he laughed. "One girl and one boy. Both
uncircumcised, however."
	"I was married once," I said. "We had no children,
though."
	"I went through the bullshit some unclipped boys go
through," said Brad, "being called "doggie dick" by
some of the cut guys in my school. I didn't give a
shit, though. I knew I had better sensations in my
dick than those whose skins had been amputated. When
we had circle jerks as kids, I always won over the cut
guys. I was able to come faster because my tip was
more sensitive."
	"My tip became more sensitive after I'd had the new
hood for a couple of months," I added. "I'd always
been bothered by the loss of sensitivity.
	"Were you angry about having been clipped?" Brad
asked. I wasn't sure if the note of suspicion in his
voice was only my imagination.
	"Sure I was angry. I'd been victimized and I was damn
mad about it," I replied, knowing that I had a clear
and  unanswerable argument if Brad suggested that
someone angry at having been circumcised might kill
the doctor who had inflicted it on him.
	"Okay, you were angry, and what did you do about it?"
he asked predictably.
	"You can see what I did about it," I said, pointing
to my penis where the darker tone of the graft and the
scar from the surgery were clearly visible.
	"Well, I think you did the right thing," he admitted.
"I'm glad you didn't decide to shoot the guy that
clipped you. There's always a chance of getting
caught. Anyway, your new skin looks almost natural."
	"The plastic surgeon wasn't very good," I admitted.
"The new foreskin is thicker than the natural one,
darker on tone, and the surgery left scars. "It was a
sloppy job, but I'm happy with what I have. You know,
half a loaf is better than none."
	"It works pretty well," Brad said, reaching to fondle
my prick. "I saw you shoot a load to be proud of." He
now was pulling gently on the nipple and twisting it
to give me an erection. My prick began swelling, and I
grasped his squeezing the big helmet through its
sleeve of skin.
	"Ever dock a guy with that skin?" he asked me.
	"Yeah, but not with a hard-on," I replied. "I've got
a big helmet like yours. That leaves no room for
another guy's tip when it's swollen. How about you?"
	"I did, once. One guy I knew was cut, and he wanted
to feel a foreskin over the head of his cock in the
worst way. I told him he'd have to make me come first,
so that my tip would be small enough to give him room
inside my skin. He stroked me off, and after the
sensitivity died down, he was able to get his tip
inside my skin. He was so excited from having stroked
me that he shot off in a few seconds."
	"That's about what happened with me," I said. "No way
I can dock a guy with a head as big as mine. I have to
be soft."
	"We're reading from the same page, you and I," Brad
said. "We're both into cocks, we're both into skins,
and we both enjoy hand jobs. Our cocks are also a lot
alike, except that you've been cut and had it
repaired."
	"We're about the same size, and both have big purple
helmets," I added. "Our slits are different, though."
	"You've got a big vein running down the right side of
your shaft," Brad observed. "My big vein runs along
the top."
	"It forks right around your rim," I said. "It splits
into two smaller veins going off to each side." We
were both fully hard now, stimulated by both the
discussion and the mutual fondling.
	"Be nice if we could dock," Brad said wistfully.
	"I think we can," I answered. "Ever hear of a buddy
sleeve?" He nodded "no." I reached into the bedside
drawer.
	"This is it," I continued. "See, it's a soft plastic
tube. We insert our pricks from each end until they
meet in the middle and then we go at it until we lose
our loads."
	"That's ingenious. It's very simple. Let's try it,"
he said as he rolled onto his side to face me. We
carefully slipped our pricks inside until his glans
was pressed against mine. The clear plastic allowed us
to see our swollen pricks inside.
	"Usually, I put a few drops of Astroglide in the tube
first, Brad, but you produce so much natural lube I
don't think we'll need it." I began sliding the tube
back and forth along our pricks, applying gentle
pressure, and a look of rapture came over Brad's face.
	"Hey, I really love that. Your tip feels so hot
against mine," he said.
	"I can see how it's affecting you, Brad. Your balls
are drawing up tight against your body. You're also
leaking a lot." Despite our previous orgasms we were
rapidly becoming very excited, and Brad commented on
this:
	"We're always slower the second time around, but I
think we're so hot right now that we're gonna lose it
pretty damn quick."
	"I think so too," I answered. "I can see our helmets
are already turning dark."
	"I can feel your tip's harder than before, Jack. It's
pressing right against mine and it feels rock-hard
now."
	"Yours too," I breathed. Brad slipped his hand
between us to cup my balls.
	"Doesn't matter who comes first," he said. "If you
come first I'll be right behind you."
	"And if you shoot first, the first blast of your hot
cream will make me go."
	"My tip's getting tingly," he whispered.
	"Mine too," I gasped through my moans.
	"OOOOOHHH!" he groaned as I felt his hard shaft throb
and his glans hammered against mine. The hot discharge
sprayed against the blunt nose of my helmet and the
cream swirled around behind my rim. My eyes closed as
the heavy pounding of orgasm began deep inside me.
	"I grunted loudly as the first heavy discharge shot
up my tube to spray against his throbbing helmet. Brad
grunted again and I felt another hot stream splash
over the front of my dome, triggering another
ejaculation from me. Brad cried out loudly and
shuddered, his hot hard prick now thrusting against
mine and releasing another jet of hot liquid that
mixed with mine. My prick responded with another
liquid blast and I cried out helplessly at the
overpowering sensations.
	We released several more loads until we'd drained
ourselves. The tube was flooded with our mixed
ejaculations. I'd stopped stroking the tube after
several ejaculations because my glans was getting very
sensitive, but our orgasms had continued until they'd
trailed off into weaker spasms. We lay still, prick to
prick, and our erections subsided. As our pricks
shrunk some of the cream oozed from the ends of the
plastic sleeve onto the bed sheet. When Brad spoke
after several minutes, it was a whisper:
	"You know what happened then?" he asked. Before I
could answer he went on: "Your second shot, I think it
was, you shot right down my tube. Your tip was pressed
hard against mine, and the holes must have been right
in line. I felt this hot fire shooting down my tube
and I blasted off again, really shooting a load this
time."
	"That's happened to me once before," I responded
weakly. "I think usually the holes are misaligned when
guys dock."
	"Our tips are so much like they lined up pretty
well," he said. "Both our holes are right at the end
and in the middle. Most guys have holes that are a
little high or a little low. They can't line up."
	"I guess we're pretty lucky," I said, my voice
stronger now as I recovered from the orgasm's
after-shock. Brad's muscular arms encircled me as he
hugged me to him, and the buddy sleeve slipped off our
limp pricks. I grasped his prick and eased the long
foreskin forward to encase his glans, and then covered
mine was well.
	"Want help in changing the sheets?" Brad asked when
he saw the large wet spot our drained fluids had
created.
	`Yeah, I guess so," I replied. We quickly stripped
the bed and put on fresh sheets.
	 "I think we're both ready for a shower," I
suggested.
	"I think so too," he said. We went into the bathroom
and I ran the shower until the water was warm. We
luxuriated in the shower, letting the hot water flow
over us for several minutes. That's when I noticed
that my bladder was full, and I said:
	"I'm going to have to pee. If you want to let go, go
ahead. It'll just flow down the drain." I was slightly
surprised when I felt Brad's strong fingers pinch the
end of my foreskin nipple.
	"I often do this when I have to pee in the shower,"
he explained. "This stretches the skin and it feels so
good." I relaxed my sphincter and let the flow begin.
It didn't take long for my foreskin to balloon out,
and at this point he released it, sending my thick
yellow gush hurtling to the bottom of the shower.
	"Now I'll skin you back to get your tip rinsed off,"
he said as he pulled my foreskin back to lock behind
my rim. I pinched the end of his long hood, knowing
that he'd be releasing momentarily. I watched as his
foreskin started to swell with the trapped urine, and
when I judged that it was on the point of becoming
uncomfortable I let go. His gush mixed with the
residue of my stream on the floor of the shower.
	"Both our foreskins lock behind our rims," I observed
as I skinned him back. A thick stream was still
flowing, parting the lips of his long slit, although
mine had stopped by now. We stood under the hot water
that flowed over our naked helmets, coaxing the last
drops of urine from our bodies.
	We soaped each other and let the shower spray rinse
the suds off our bodies. Then we dried each other top
to bottom, and I carefully eased Brad's hood down over
his helmet to keep it moist and protected. He did the
same for me, and then we got dressed.
	"It's about five now," he said. "I'd better be
getting home Can I use your phone?" I pointed to the
bedside telephone in reply. He called his wife to let
her know he'd be home in a half hour.
	"That was nice," he said as he gave me a hug before
leaving. "We've got to do it again soon." I let him
out the door and returned to the kitchen to mix a
drink.
	Two days later Brad phoned me at the newspaper and
suggested that we meet for lunch. We took a booth at
the rear of a pizza shop, out of earshot of the other
patrons.
	"Another doctor got shot," he began. "This happened
in southern Illinois. I don't know what the doctor's
background is, but I may get more information later.
It happened about half and hour before I phoned you at
the paper, so I know for sure you've got an alibi," he
continued half-seriously. I grinned at him.
	"I don't even own a rifle," I said. "Anyway, I'm glad
you believe I didn't do it."
	"Never thought you were the perp," he said. "Anyway,
I'm really glad I can be sure."
	"Do you really think someone iced this doctor because
of some connection with circumcision?"
	"I've got no way of knowing right now, not until I
get more information, but still I think it just might
follow the pattern." We made small talk until we'd
finished eating, and then we returned to work, he at
the police station and I at the newspaper.
	That evening Chris came to see me. He said he had
some news when he phoned me before coming over.
	"I spoke with my brother-in-law today," he began. "We
met for lunch, and he said there was some concern in
the medical community that the doctor shootings were
related. One of his buddies told him that some doctors
were making the connection between the doctors who got
killed and their stances regarding infant
circumcision."
	`Well, that's not too surprising," I replied. "The
more doctors get shot, the more chance that someone's
going to spot a patte
rn. Are these doctors going to tell the cops?"
	"No, I don't think so, from what he said. You know my
brother-in-law's an ophthalmologist, so he's not
personally concerned. However, the doctors he spoke to
seemed to think that their theory is just too
fantastic for them to tell the cops. They're afraid
the cops wouldn't believe them, and anyway they don't
want the news to get out. They think this might give
other people ideas. They're afraid now that anyone who
resented having been circumcised might think it was
open season on clip doctors."
	"So what are they going to do, if anything?" I asked.
	"He told me that doctors who are in on this have
become leery of doing any more circumcisions. They're
afraid that these shootings might become a national
trend. Any baby they clip today might come back at
them tomorrow. If not the baby, then maybe his father,
uncle, or older brother."
	"Well, if that's true it's a hopeful sign."
	"Yeah it is," Chris continued. "They think their
lives are more important than the money they make from
clipping babies or selling their foreskins to
bio-labs.

Continued in Part 15