Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2006 13:07:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exploring, Part 4, Adult Friends, 4/?

Exploring, Part 4
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	I'd last seen Chris two weeks ago, and he'd suggested
getting together with his widowed cousin Jerry for a
threesome. Jerry had become interested in male sex
since his wife had died, and once Chris had been able
to arrange a date I invited them both to my house.
Chris had picked up Jerry and now they were both
standing in my living room.
Jerry was about Chris' height, thin, and blond. His
blue eyes worked around the room and came to rest on
me. I suggested that we strip down, false modesty not
part of the plan. We looked at each other as we
undressed, paying particular attention to the
crotches.
	"I've seen Chris's new foreskin several times," said
Jerry to me. "Yours looks a lot different, kinda
reddish on the end. Is that because of the plastic
surgery?"
	"That's right. Jerry. The surgeon used skin from my
scrotum for the outer layer and shaft skin for the
inner layer. The texture of the foreskin at the end is
wrinkled and pebbly, like my scrotum."
	"At least he gave you a lot of foreskin," Jerry
added. "Your tip's completely covered and you've even
got some overhang. I hope Chris can get that much with
his stretching."
	"I didn't have this much after the surgery," I said.
"I had to stretch for a couple of years to get the
overhang. Also, I think you noticed that my balls are
kinda tight. He took the skin from there, so I don't
have low hangers the way you do."
	"Yeah, I've got low hangers, for sure, but sometimes
it's a bit inconvenient the way they swing around." As
he spoke I saw that Chris was peeling off the tape
ring that held his shaft skin stretched over his big
mushroom head.
	"I've been following his progress since he started,
Jerry said. "Now you can see he's got more than half
the head covered, even without the tape. Of course, it
slides back when he gets hard."
	"I want to wind up with skin like yours," Chris said
to me. "Better yet, I'd like skin like Jerry's. Yours
covers your tip even when you're hard, and Jerry's got
a tremendous overhang." I saw that Jerry's prick,
tapering from the base, had about two inches of
foreskin beyond the outline of his small glans.
	"You've got a really long foreskin," I said,
addressing Jerry. "The skin's pretty thin, though,
because I can see the contours of the head through it,
even though you've got a small head." Jerry grasped
his still limp prick with the fingers of both hands,
working the long foreskin back until he'd exposed the
head.
	"I've got a helmet head," Jerry responded as I was
peeling my foreskin back in the spirit of show and
tell. "It's just like yours, Jack, with a flaring rim
and all that, but just smaller."
	"That's what makes docking possible," contributed
Chris. "Think you'll have enough space inside your
skin to take Jack's big head?" he asked, addressing
Jerry.
	"Hell, if it's no bigger than your mushroom there
shouldn't be a problem," Jerry replied as he slipped
his foreskin forward again. I grasped his helmet
through the foreskin and gave it a couple of gentle
squeezes.
	Unlike us, Jerry had never been circumcised and his
prick was more sensitive than ours because he had the
original foreskin, with its many nerve endings. As a
result the slightest touch produced intense feelings
that activated his prostate gland, basting his helmet
with a copious amount of lubricant. A drop oozed out
of the pucker at the end of his long wrinkled hood.
	"Let's get into my Jacuzzi," I suggested. "It's nice
and warm in there and we can soak while we get better
acquainted." We went out onto my patio and slipped
into the hot tub as I activated the pump. Teeming
bubbles surrounded us as we settled in. Chris was on
my left and Jerry on my right.
	"Your prick loves attention," I remarked to Jerry.
	"Bet it does," he said as he grasped mine. Jerry's
prick was almost hard now, responding quickly to the
light stimulation I'd used, and he began working my
foreskin up and down my partly swollen head.
	"Yours is kinda tight," Jerry said. "It doesn't slip
back as easy as mine."
	"You're right, Jerry. It's tighter and a lot thicker
than yours. You've got only thin shaft skin and inner
lining. Mine has shaft skin substituting for the inner
lining that was removed, and scrotal skin for the
outer cover. That makes it a lot thicker than your
foreskin, but you'll find it easier to slide back when
my prick's totally hard and stiff." The pressure on my
glans from Jerry's efforts to peel back my hood was
having an effect, and my prick now swelled quickly.
	"Oh, there it goes," Jerry said as his strong fingers
eased my foreskin back over the dome of my glans,
continuing down along the taper to the corona, where
the edge lay poised on the flaring rim for a moment.
Suddenly I realized that we were leaving Chris out of
the action and I reached for his prick with my left
hand. I heard him sigh as my fingers closed around his
shaft, tugging the slack skin up over the rim of his
mushroom.
	"I think your tip's a lot like mine," Jerry said as
he tugged my foreskin back to ride over the rim and
snap down into the deep groove behind it. "It's hard
to see through the bubbles but it looks like a helmet
to me."
	"It is a helmet, Jerry," volunteered Chris. "It's a
lot like yours, only bigger. Take a look at Jack's
slit, though. When his helmet swells, the lips pout
like a teardrop. Yours stays tight." I raised my hips
so that the front dome of my glans broke the water.
	"Yeah, you're right," said Jerry. "It's funny how all
our cocks are a little different. That's what makes
looking at men's cocks so fascinating."
	"Jerry shoots like a fire-hose when he comes,' Chris
said to me. "That small tight opening really builds up
the pressure when he shoots. He can shoot across the
room when he's really hot."
	"Ah, most of the time I just dribble," I said.
	"Your balls aren't as tight as they were before,"
said Chris as the fingers of his other hand cupped my
scrotum.
	"Yeah, the hot water loosens them, although they'll
never be like yours and Jerry's." Now our three pricks
were erect, having responded to the stimulation. Chris
and I had about six inches, and Jerry a little less.
	"We're all growers, not showers," Jerry remarked.
Limp, our pricks shrunk to about half their erect
length, unlike those that were big from the outset but
did not swell much as they stiffened with erection.
	"Jerry's shaft is about the same length as ours,"
Chris said to me. "His cock's a little shorter because
the head's smaller."
	"I think mine's about an inch long," said Jerry. "How
long is your helmet, Jack? Ever measure it?"
	"I did a couple of years ago. Full-hard, it's 1 7/8"
from rim to the tip."
	"Let's just stay hard for a few minutes," Jerry
suggested to me. "I'm sure you don't want me shooting
into your water. It might clog the pump," he said with
a laugh.
	"That sounds good," added Chris. "I know I always
shoot more if I've been hard for a long time."
	"A long build-up works for me," I said. "I've always
found that I shoot more, and sometimes even shoot a
stream instead of a dribble if I've been hard for a
long time." We worked each others' pricks with gentle
touches, carefully avoiding the hard stimulation that
would push us over the edge.
	Chris slowly worked my foreskin up and down the head,
ensuring that my erection remained for the duration. I
pulled on Jerry's foreskin with the fingers of my
right hand as I knew that stretching its nerve endings
would be as effective as rubbing it up and down his
glans. With my left hand, I gently squeezed Chris's
mushroom, producing a tightening in his cock-root with
each squeeze without risking sending him over the
edge.
	We worked each others' pricks for several minutes,
without speaking, simply enjoying the pleasant
sensations. I felt a drop of natural lubricant begin
its slow crawl up my tube, and I felt the end of
Jerry's foreskin become slippery between my fingers as
Jerry's prick produced a copious amount of lubricant
that leaked through his loose pucker. Now Chris spoke:
	"I really want to see you and Jerry dock. Just
watching that will get me turned on a lot."
	"Then I'll suck you to orgasm after we've finished,"
Jerry said. "After all, you're my cousin." We stood
slowly, a bit unsteady because of the relaxing effect
of the very warm water. I had brought out a stack of
towels and we dried each other before going into the
bedroom.
Inside, I spread a towel on the queen-size bed and
Jerry and I lay down with our pricks pointing at each
other.  Chris stripped back my foreskin and said to
Jerry:
"That's the helmet you'll have to cover."
"I think I can do it," Jerry said as he grasped the
edges of his foreskin orifice with the fingers of both
hands, spreading it to engulf my swollen glans. With
his lubricant easing the way, he quickly pulled his
foreskin over my helmet, easing it over the flaring
rim so that the edge clasped the back-face of my
corona. His fingers held it in place firmly as he
began moving the skin on my tender glans and gently
thrusting his helmet against the front of mine. I
reached for Chris's prick but he pushed my hand away,
saying:
"Don't worry about me, Jack. Just concentrate on your
sensations."
"I can feel the sexy curves of your helmet through the
skin," Jerry commented as he worked to increase our
arousal.
"Too bad your skin's not transparent like the buddy
sleeve Jack and I used last time," Chris said to
Jerry. You could see how his tip gets a lot darker
when he's about to come."
As we'd been out of the relaxing hot water for several
minutes now, their scrotums were tight against their
bodies with excitement. Mine was normally tight but I
felt it contract even more with the sensations.
"I can feel how your rim's gotten harder," Jerry said
to me. "It's really standing out now." I felt his
fingers contract around my glans through the
enveloping skin as his rock-hard tip pressed more
forcefully against the blunt dome of my glans.
"This is really exciting," I whispered as I felt the
erotic tightness begin in my crotch muscles. "I don't
know how long I can hold out."
"Don't even try," Jerry murmured. "Just let yourself
go. I'll get there before you." I remembered that his
prick was more sensitive than mine and that he would
start to shoot his cream before I did. My eyes closed
as my glans began tingling. Our breathing deepened as
we raced to the finish.
"HUNH!" Jerry grunted loudly and I felt his tip throb
hard against the front of my helmet. An instant later,
I felt his hot jet slam through the gaping lips of my
slit and drill into my urethra like a bolt of
lightning. I cried out helplessly as my cock-root
contracted in response and the first jet of hot lava
seared its way up my tube, flushing out Jerry's cream
as it erupted against his glans.
Now Jerry shot again, another powerful squirt that
splashed against the front of my glans, the heat
producing another contraction deep inside me. I moaned
as the hot liquid spread under Jerry's foreskin,
bathing my helmet and titillating the nerve endings. I
felt his hard little tip hammering against the front
of my glans as it jetted against me. Our bodies
strained with the effort and our pricks thrust against
each other, smooth slippery tips sliding in a flood of
cream.
Our mindless moans and grunts filled the room as the
fury of our orgasms tore through us and we poured out
torrents of thick viscous juice that cushioned the
friction of his foreskin on my glans. The cushioning
action was welcome, because my helmet was starting to
get super-sensitive, and more friction would have been
painful.
Now my ejaculations were tapering off, but still
pleasant, the exquisite sensations sending thrills
throughout my body. I knew that Jerry was feeling the
same thing, possibly more intensely because he was
also getting sensations through his foreskin that was
wrapped around my throbbing helmet.
My prick continued to dribble as the hot throbs
subsided, the slight spasms still pleasurable, and I
felt the faint throbs of Jerry's tip tapping against
the front of my glans until we became utterly still
and utterly spent. I hugged Jerry close to me as your
pricks softened and my glans slipped out of the
enveloping sheath of his foreskin, spilling our creams
all over the towel.
We lay that way for a couple of minutes and I opened
my eyes to see Chris sitting on the bed next to us,
his hand wrapped around his prick, stroking the slack
skin slowly over his swollen corona and halfway up the
mushroom shaped glans. I knew that he needed release,
and I nudged Jerry. He hadn't closed his eyes when
he'd come, and he was instantly aware of Chris's
raging erection. He rolled over and grasped the hard
prick around the base and held the slack skin tightly
back as he enveloped the dark purple head with his
mouth.
Jerry began pumping his lips up and down over the
turgid flesh, sending messages of joy to Chris's brain
and making him moan in delight. Chris sat,
spread-legged, letting Jerry have full access to his
crotch. Jerry clamped his fingers harder around the
base of the turgid prick, his other hand cupping the
tight scrotum. Chris moaned louder as Jerry
intensified his efforts, now scraping his teeth down
the broad upper surface of the hard, swollen glans.
As Jerry moved his mouth back, I saw that Chris's
mushroom shaped tip had turned darker purple, ready
for release. His balls were drawn up tightly between
Jerry's fingers, evidence of his extreme arousal, a
nd I knew it was just a matter of seconds until he'd
be pumping his sperm into Jerry's waiting mouth.
I lay there watching, my right hand easing my foreskin
forward over my soft glans to protect it, waiting for
the inevitable explosion. Chris now had his eyes
closed because of the intensity of the sensations that
Jerry was pouring into his engorged prick. His jaw
dropped as he gasped for air, breathing through his
mouth, and I saw his body tense as the critical moment
approached.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH!" he bellowed as the fury of the orgasm
overtook him. His face turned red as he dissolved into
a mindless mass of sensations. I saw Jerry's Adam's
apple move up and down as he swallowed the outpourings
of the orgasm, struggling to swallow the viscous
fluid. Chris yelped in helpless excitement as Jerry
scraped his teeth down his glans again and again,
bringing forth torrents of hot cream that filled his
mouth.
Now Jerry removed his mouth, as he understood very
well how terribly sensitive the glans becomes during a
massive orgasm, and we watched Chris's engorged
mushroom spitting another load to land on the towel.
The dark purple color contrasted sharply with the
whiteness of the torrent that spewed from between the
long lips of his slit.
Chris was still moaning as Jerry pumped the slack skin
of his shaft to bump against the swollen corona,
adding to the excitement without over-stimulating the
sensitive head. Chris was now pouring forth weaker
streams, which relented to a steady dribble that
flowed down the head and shaft, wetting Jerry's
fingers. The residue was thinner and less creamy, as
Chris had drained himself into Jerry's mouth. Finally,
the oozing stopped, and Jerry released his prick. We
all lay there, contemplating the hot moments we'd
shared.
Chris was in a daze, but Jerry and I had regained full
consciousness. I spoke:
"Jerry, did you know that your first jet shot right
down my urethra?"
"I was wondering about that," he replied. "Remember
how I grabbed you tighter just before we came? I
wanted to try to line up our holes. I figured that
since I shoot such hard streams, and the lips of your
slit pout, I'd shoot a jet right down your hole. How
did it feel?"
"Like nothing else," I answered. "It took me by
surprise, that hot jet drilling right down inside my
prick. That's what triggered my orgasm. It was
mind-blowing."
"Exactly how did it feel?" Jerry asked. "I've never
had that happen to me because my hole is too tight."
Now Chris had roused himself and was listening
intently to the conversation.
"It felt like a hot drill was drilling down my
urethra. It was hot, almost burning, but not painful.
It was so intense that even if I'd wanted to, I
wouldn't have been able to hold back. I lost my load
as soon as you shot into me. Then the feeling of both
our loads shooting around inside your foreskin made it
even hotter for me."
"I love the feeling of hot sperm running around my
mushroom," Chris added. "When Jerry and I docked it
was pure heaven."
"Ready for a shower?" I asked. "I think we could all
use one and my shower stall's big enough for the three
of us." They nodded and got up, while I rolled up the
towel, dropping it into my laundry basket in the
bathroom.
	Chris and I did what we always did when we showered,
pinching the ends of our foreskins shut to make them
balloon out with urine. Jerry, with his two-inch
overhand, quickly followed suit, outclassing us as his
long fleshy tube expanded. Chris and I had to release
our foreskins after only a few seconds, but Jerry's
foreskin held about half a pint, I thin, and when he
finally had to let go, it poured out in a huge stream
that splashed all over our legs. When we were drained,
we soaped each others' bodies, then rinsed and dried
each other.
	The intense activity had stimulated not only our
pricks but our appetites, and before we went into the
shower I had phoned to order a large pizza. My
refrigerator was well stocked with Shiner Bock beer,
which the three of us liked for washing down pizza.
Delivery was promised in three quarters of an hour,
and it arrived right on time.

	We sat on my patio, shielded from prying eyes by the
high fence, munched slices of pizza, and sipped our
beers. Chris asked me:
	"What's the news on that doctor who got shot in
Georgia?" Earlier, while we'd been speaking on the
phone, I'd mentioned to him a wire service story about
the shooting.
	"That was Doctor Morgan, and he also made big bucks
circumcising babies. He once boasted that he was going
to set a world's record for circumcisions performed in
a lifetime. Last week in a hospital parking lot
someone pumped three bullets into him from a .40 S&S
automatic, two in the chest and one in the head."
	"The cops have any leads?" Jerry asked.
	"Not that I know of," I answered. "I've been watching
the wire service reports and all the cops know for
sure is that Morgan was shot with a .40 S&W. There
were no witnesses and the shooter picked up his
ejected shells. They've got no clue as to motive, they
said, except his wallet was gone."
	"The other two shootings were with rifles, right?"
Chris asked me.
	"That's right. I don't think it was the same shooter.
This time the shooter made it look like it might be
robbery."
	"Let's hope that the cops never think of the
circumcision connection," Jerry mused.
	"That's right. If they ever do, that's going to
change the focus of the investigation. Also, I hope it
wasn't the same shooter doing all three. With the
computer surveillance the government's doing today,
they just might find out who was in those three places
when the doctors were shot."
	"How can they do that?" Chris asked.
	"It's not too hard. We all leave a paper or
electronic trail when we travel, or even when we stay
home. Airlines keep records and so do railroads."
	"What if he drove?" Jerry asked.
	"Ever use a credit card to buy gas? Pay for a motel
room? Pay for a meal? They can check with the credit
card companies and find out everywhere you've been the
last five years. Computer searches can narrow it down
pretty far."
	"I hope it wasn't the same guy," Chris said. "I'd
hate to see him get caught for the shootings."
	"Me too," added Jerry.
	"I'll keep an eye on the news the next few weeks to
see if anything new develops," I said.
	"We'll have to get together again soon," Chris said
as we finished the pizza. "Maybe Eric could come next
time."
	"I'll ask him," Jerry said. "He's really interested
in foreskins, and I'm sure he'd love to see guys who
have restored theirs."
	We then cleaned up the trash and went to bed, sharing
my queen-size, for a night's deep and restful sleep.

Continued in Part 5