Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2006 14:59:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exploring, Part 15, Adult Friends, 15/?

	Brad phoned me a week later to suggest that he come
to see me, as his wife was going out of town to visit
her sister that weekend. His kids were away at college
upstate. He showed up that Saturday morning and we sat
down to talk in the living room.
	"I guess we're both Bi," he said. "I know you were
married once, and I'm married but still like an
occasional trip with a guy."
	"How do you handle the problem with your wife? Does
she know?" I asked.
	"Well, my wife and I have different sex drives," he
explained. "She likes sex about once a month, and
she's told me that she doesn't mind if I go elsewhere,
as long as it doesn't cause any problems. She's pretty
understanding."
	"Does she know that your outlets include sex with
guys?"
	"Actually, yes," he replied. "In fact, she once even
suggested it. She said that if I found a guy to beat
off with, that would be pretty safe. Mutual j/o
doesn't cause pregnancy, like having sex with another
woman."
	"I have to agree, she is pretty understanding," I
remarked. "You've got a good situation."
	"Maybe you'd like an update on the shootings," Brad
suggested. "I have a few things to tell you."
	"Okay, but let me tell you about something I found
out," I answered. "I've got a friend whose
brother-in-law's an ophthalmologist. These shootings
have caused some ripples in the medical profession,
especially among doctors who do circumcisions.
Ophthalmologists don't have anything to worry about,
but pediatricians and OB/GYNs are really worried."
	"That's almost what I was going to tell you," Brad
said. "I interviewed a few doctors, especially those
most closely associated with Dr. George, and a couple
of them told me that they're just not going to
circumcise any more babies. They just tell the parents
it's not necessary. Also, a neighbor's wife down my
street had a baby boy five days ago, and she said that
her doctor told her that he just wouldn't circumcise
him. She said she wanted it done so that he'd look
like other boys, but he flat refused."
	"That's good news, I think. Something positive's
coming out of all this."
	"There's more, Jack. From what I can tell, these
shootings are the work of several shooters. Maybe one
shooter did more than one shooting, but cross-checking
the dates and locations makes it pretty clear that no
one person could have done them all."
	"That's what I thought, too," I added. "I just can't
see one guy traveling around the country doing them
all."
	"Guy or gal," Brad suggested. "We just don't know if
the shootings were perpetrated by males or females,
since we haven't apprehended a single one. The odds
are, though, that the shooters were male,
statistically."
	"I guess we have to keep our eyes and ears open," I
said. "I sure would like to know if this is going to
result in a sharp drop in circumcisions performed
across the country and in the long run. If this really
happens, it's bound to make the news sooner or later."
	"I think you're right," he said. "Meanwhile, can we
get undressed? I sure would like to try your Jacuzzi."
	"This is a good morning for it," I said as I began
removing my clothes. Within seconds we were totally
naked.
	"That new skin you've got doesn't look half bad,"
Brad commented. "It doesn't look like mine, but it's
sure long enough to cover the head and then some."
	"Well, it's functional in that regard, although since
it's a graft the nerve supply isn't the same as a
natural one. By the way, yours looks really good. Your
prick has a long nipple, which I like, and the bulge
your helmet makes near the end is very attractive." We
got into the water and I turned on the pump. Within
seconds billows of bubbles agitated the water, hiding
the lower parts of our bodies. I reached over and
began squeezing his helmet through the long foreskin,
feeling the rapid engorgement this produced. He
reciprocated, and I felt the rush of blood into my
prick. Soon we were fully hard.
	"It's getting a bit warm," I said. "Want to get out?"
	"Good idea," Brad agreed. We rose and went into the
bathroom, where we dried each other. Our pricks were
standing out straight in anticipation of intense
sexual activity.
	"We've both got about six inches," I said. "We're
also about the same size limp- three inches, give or
take. Both our pricks are straight, too. " Brad looked
down at our erections and added:
	"We both have enough skin to cover the heads, even
hard. I think that's perfect because the long skins
let us use nice long strokes. I'm glad our shafts are
straight. Over the years I noticed that it's mainly
cut guys who have bent shafts. Maybe it's because the
doctor takes off more skin on one side."
	"I guess we're reading off the same page," I agreed.
"I think long strokes are more satisfying than just
jiggling the foreskin to bump against the rim. Also,
I've seen some really bad circumcisions that looked
like they were done with a chain saw."
	"When I do myself, I use long strokes for most of the
build-up," Brad told me. "When I get close, though, I
want to make it last, and I skin back and just bump
the rim a little so that I don't come too fast."
	"I do the same thing," I said. "I really enjoy the
feeling of anticipation when I get close, and try to
make it last as long as I can." I sat on the bed and
he took his place beside me. I grasped his prick
around the foreskin-covered glans with two fingers,
pulling back very slightly before letting the foreskin
slide forward again. Brad kept squeezing my glans
gently with his muscular fingers.
	"Do you like it having your foreskin stretched back
in stages, a little at a time with each stroke?" I
asked.
	"I love it," he said. "What you're doing now is
giving me that terrific stretching feeling in the
skin."
	"I guess it feels great as it stretches out over that
big helmet," I said.
	"You bet it does. Want me to do the same thing to
you?" I nodded, and for the next couple of minutes we
worked each other's foreskins back over the swollen
helmets, revealing a little bit more with each stroke.
Brad's long slit was weeping its slippery tears and
this lubricated the head and foreskin perfectly.
	"Your helmet's so well lubricated that I think I can
do something special," I suggested. "Want me to try?"
	"Go ahead," he said. "I'm sure I'll enjoy it." I
skinned his hood back to reveal the front dome, and
began pumping the foreskin in short strokes that came
no more than half-way up the glans as I placed the
palm of my other hand on the front part of his helmet.
I began a sideways motion with my palm, changing to
small circles after a few seconds. A rapturous look
came over his face, and I knew that I was stimulating
him hard.
	"Maybe you'd better let me finish you off first," I
said. "Just lie back and let me do the work. You can
take care of me afterward." Brad nodded and lay back,
dragging one of the towels we'd taken from the
bathroom onto his abdomen. I knew how sensitive his
glans was, and I lightened the pressure on the front
face, so as to keep him excited as long as possible
without pushing him over the brink.
	"Your balls are tight against your body," I
commented. "Your shaft's really hard and you're
leaking a lot of lube."
	"Oooohhhh," he groaned, enraptured by the intense
sensations.
	"Your tip's really hard too, not soft and spongy
anymore." He was still grasping my prick, but wasn't
pumping me. "Go ahead and hold on to me. I guess it's
exciting for both of us, but don't make me come." Now
I saw his eyes closing, and remembered that usually he
watched as his prick became more excited. This
confirmed that my way of stroking him was unusually
exciting for him.
	"I'm going to slow down more," I said. "I know you
enjoy the last stage and I want to make it last."
	"Yesss," he murmured blissfully. I felt his fingers
give my prick a quick squeeze. This made the root of
my prick contract, and I felt a drop of lube begin
crawling up my tube. I felt my face flush, and I knew
that I was getting caught up in the excitement.
	Now Brad's shaft had too much lube on it for me to
stroke his foreskin, and I dragged the long hood all
the way back to snap down into the deep groove behind
his rim, leaving the entire helmet exposed to my
touch. I ran my finger around the rim, pressing in
when I came to the underside where his hot spot was.
He grunted in response, and I now stroked my palm
across his slit, spreading the fluid that was seeping
through its lips.
	"I can see your tip's very dark," I said as I changed
my stroke to an up and down movement along his slit.
After several of these strokes I pressed my little
finger into his slit, parting the lips to caress the
inside of his urethra. I hadn't been sure I'd be able
to do this, but his slit was wide enough to accept a
quarter-inch of my little finger. Now I twisted my
fingertip inside his slit and felt his prick jerk in
my hand. I removed my finger, not wanting him to
finish just yet.
	Brad's breathing was heavy now, and I knew he was
closer to the edge than before. His toes curled and
his leg muscles tightened. I was resting my left
forearm on his abdomen, and I felt the muscles tighten
as I continued to hold his foreskin tightly stripped
back off the head.
	His helmet gleamed darkly in the soft room light, and
his slit was drooling lubricant as I traced small
circles around it with a fingertip. Now I moved my
lubricated fingertip down under his glans, into the
triangular groove to caress his gee-string. Brad
groaned louder, and I felt the tension build up in his
body.
	Brad's breathing was almost like sobbing, so caught
up was he in the excitement, and I knew that any
moment he'd tumble into the free-fall of orgasm. I
gave his frenulum a couple more flicks and then placed
my palm squarely on top of his hot hard head. I swiped
it back and forth quickly to bring on his release, and
heard him grunt loudly as the orgasm overtook him.
	"HUNNHH!" he grunted as I felt his helmet throb hard
against my palm. The jet of hot juice flooded my palm
and dribbled down his head and shaft. I twisted my
palm and felt another hard throb as his hips bucked
and he grunted again. The torrent of white cream
poured out from between my palm and his helmet,
running down the shaft onto the towel. I held his
prick at an angle above his abdomen so that the
ejaculate would fall onto the towel.
	Brad's hips thrust into the air in the fury of orgasm
as his helmet throbbed against my hand another time,
and more hot juice erupted from its slit. Now I worked
my palm in circles against the front of his helmet,
confident that the thick coat of cream would mask the
sensations and not cause him distress as his glans
became hyper-sensitive.
	I felt another throb and Brad grunted again as he
shot into my palm. The next throb was weaker and his
eruption seemed to have less force. He shot again, and
then I felt his prick give a series of rapid throbs as
his orgasm began to fade. Finally, he was still. His
face was red and his chest was heaving. Gradually his
breathing returned to normal as he sank into the daze
that inevitably follows orgasm. His fingers released
my penis.
	I held Brad's prick as it gradually shrunk, and
carefully pulled his foreskin forward over his glans.
We lay without speaking for several minutes, until
he'd recovered full consciousness.
	"You're still hard," he commented as he wrapped his
fingers around my prick.
	"I'm really turned on from having made you come," I
said. "If you'd given my prick a couple of pumps then,
you would have had my load for sure." As I spoke, Brad
sat up and placed the other towel over my stomach.
	"You've been excited long enough," he said as he
placed his palms on the top and bottom of my prick at
the front end. "I'm going to give you a quick orgasm.
This is going to feel very intense and you'll be
coming in about a minute." He began to move his palms
in opposite directions, twisting my foreskin over my
swollen helmet.
	"That feels very nice," I said as he picked up the
pace slightly. "I've had this done to me before and
you're right- it makes me come very fast." The
twisting of my foreskin, the friction against my
helmet, and the stretching of the nerve endings in my
prick were having a profound effect on me.
	"I know you're a dribbler," he said as he skillfully
worked my foreskin sideways over my hot hard head.
"I'm sure I can get it all on the towel." I felt a
tickle begin in my helmet as it swelled in its final
engorgement.
	"Not always," I contradicted him. "The last time this
was done to me I shot ten inches. My eyes were closed
so I didn't see it, but my buddy told me afterwards."
	"Well, I hope you shoot a mile," he replied. "The
hotter your orgasm the farther you'll shoot. I'm going
to keep your skin fully forward while you're coming.
That way it'll catch some of the jizz and maybe slow
down the rest. I wouldn't want you to get splashed in
the face."
	"Worse things have happened," I whispered as I began
to get caught up in the excitement produced by the
delicious sensations he was pouring into my prick.
	"I can feel how your helmet's gotten harder through
the skin. It's really swollen and very hard now," he
commented. The sensations were now so intense that my
eyes closed, and I knew that the pressure of the
impending orgasm was irresistible. He was going to
make me come hard
, no matter how much I tried to remain relaxed.
	"My tip's getting all tingly," I moaned as his palms
worked their magic on the end of my prick, building my
sensations to the point of explosion.
	"Just let things happen, buddy," he said as my legs
began to tremble and my stomach muscles contracted
sharply. I knew I was right on the edge and the next
second would send me into a massive, howling orgasm.
	I felt a hot throb grip my glans as the tingle
exploded, reaching all the way down my shaft to the
root. The sharp spasm deep inside me sent a torrent of
cream rushing up my tube, its heat searing my flesh
and intensifying my sensations. It was so intense it
was almost painful, and I grunted loudly.
	Brad's unrelenting twisting of my foreskin gave me a
burning feeling in my helmet, and made my prick root
go into another hot spasm. This burning jet blew into
my urethra, dilating it, and exploded out of the front
of my helmet. My eyes were closed and I didn't see how
far it went, but it felt very powerful.
	I was grunting and moaning, mindlessly and
helplessly, as Brad's twisting action brought another
hot spasm deep inside me. I felt my hips thrust as
this jet shot through my prick like hot lava. I was
totally caught up in the frenzy of my orgasm, and
didn't understand the words when Brad said something
to me.
	After my fourth hot discharge Brad stopped stroking
my prick, as he knew that my tip would be
hyper-sensitive. The root of my prick continued its
spasms, although they became weaker as I drained
myself. The fluid no longer shot through my prick, but
slowly seeped. I began to relax, stunned by the fury
and intensity of my release. After a few minutes Brad
spoke:
	"Maybe you're a dribbler but this time you really
shot. That first blast would have gone three feet if I
hadn't angled your cock down to shoot into the towel.
The next ones were almost the same. When I stopped
stroking you I put my hand in front of your cock to
catch the shots. Only when you were near the end and
your juice began to thin out was there any dribbling.
When you were just having clear juice it just dribbled
out of the end of your skin."
	"Thanks, Brad," I said as I opened my eyes. He was
smiling down at me. My prick lay flat on my stomach in
a puddle of liquid that was slowly soaking into the
terrycloth. As he'd kept my foreskin fully forward the
entire time, there was no unpleasant contact between
my helmet and the rough cloth.
	"I really loved that, all of it," he said. "I loved
stroking your cock, feeling that thick skin slide
sideways, feeling the head get harder and fatter
inside your skin, and then feeling your dick throbbing
when you let go. You've got a really nice cock, and
it's a lot of fun to play with."
	"I know," I replied. "I had a vicarious thrill when I
made you cream. It was almost like doing it to myself.
I could almost feel what you were feeling."
	"I enjoyed watching your face when you came," he
said. "Your eyes were closed, your jaw was tight, and
your neck tendons stood out. You were really vocal,
too."
	"I'm almost always vocal, Brad. I don't often shoot,
but even when I dribble I'm vocal." As I spoke I
noticed a clear drop seeping from the end of his
foreskin. "I see you're leaking again." Brad looked
down at himself and said:
	"Yeah, shows how excited I was. I felt a drop
crawling up my dick right as you started to come. If I
hadn't just come a couple of minutes before then I'd
have dropped my load right then."
	If you had, I wouldn't have seen it," I told him. "My
eyes were closed."
	"Good thing we usually come separately," he said.
"We're really reading off the same page. That's what
makes our sex so terrific."
	I was not to see Brad until the following Saturday,
and when I did he gave me some stunning news.

Continued in Part 16