Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2006 13:53:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exploring, Part 16, Adult Friends, 16/?

Exploring, Part 16
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	Although we had not planned to get together the
following weekend, Brad phoned me Friday evening at
home and asked if he could come over the following
morning because he had something important to tell me.
I was always glad to see him, but this time he had a
note of urgency in his voice that told me that this
was very important.
	He arrived around eight, and I invited him into the
kitchen where I'd been drinking coffee while reading
the paper. He accepted a cup and began while I
listened avidly:
	"We arrested a doctor this week, Crenshaw's his name,
who works at the same hospital as Dr. George. He's in
the same department, delivering babies. Thursday
morning he had a nurse set up a baby for circumcision.
This involves strapping the kid into a plastic tray so
he can't move while his skin's getting cut off. When
the kid was strapped in, Crenshaw told the nurse he
wouldn't be needing her anymore. She didn't think
there was anything unusual, since he often likes to
work alone. She left and he closed the door behind
her."
	"After she left she remembered something she had to
ask the doctor. She opened the door and stopped after
it was open just a couple of inches. There was the
doctor, bent over the tray and sucking that little
kid's cock!"
	"This nurse is young, but she's very sharp. She knew
that if she reported this without a witness, it would
be just her word against Crenshaw's, so she closed the
door quietly and ran for the Director of Nursing. They
went back and this sick pervert was still sucking on
this kid's cock. They stood there for a few seconds
and then the Nursing Director slammed the door hard.
This got the bastard's attention, and he stood up."
	"I'd be really interested in what kind of explanation
he gave, if he even tried," I said.
	"Oh the lying fuck had an explanation, all right,"
said Brad. "He said he gave the kid a hard-on so he
could judge the amount of skin to remove. Well, the
Nursing Director wasn't buying that and she picked up
the baby, tray and all, and took the kid to her
office. Then she got on the phone to the hospital
administrator, her boss. When she'd finished he came
right down with the hospital's Medical Director. They
had Crenshaw paged and they called us. My partner and
I got out there just as they and Crenshaw were having
an argument. The damn degenerate was still lying like
hell, like a blow job was standard medical procedure
before circumcision."
	"Did you arrest the fucker right then?" I asked.
	"Almost," Brad answered. "We had two witnesses, but
as we hadn't witnessed the crime ourselves, we had to
get a warrant. We've got a procedure set up with the
courts for telephone warrants. I phoned the judge on
duty, explained what we had, and he gave me
authorization over the phone to arrest the doctor. By
the time we got back with our prisoner, the judge had
sent over the paperwork. We booked him and set the
arraignment for next morning."
	"How did he do in jail?" I asked. "I've heard other
inmates really hate molesters and kick the shit out of
them or worse."
	"We had that covered. We put him in an isolation cell
away from the other inmates for his own protection.
Then we notified the kid's parents. That afternoon we
got to their home and both parents were there. They'd
picked up the kid at the hospital. The mother was
discharged at the same time. The kid was safely home,
and uncut."
	"I bet that caused them some concern," I said.
	"There was a real shit-storm going on when we got
there. The father hadn't wanted his boy to be clipped,
but the mother insisted on it. She was the one in the
hospital, and she signed the consent form. That's all
that Crenshaw needed." He shook his head and went on:
	"Well, we thought we might have to arrest them over
domestic violence or something, but my partner and I
got them separated and calmed down. It turns out that
Crenshaw wasn't the doctor who delivered the kid. That
sick fuck was the only doctor in the hospital who'd do
a circumcision."
	"After all that's happened," I mused out loud. "He
must be really sick or obsessed."
	"Yeah, but it's what came next that's really
interesting. We took a statement from the parents, and
by the time we'd finished the mother was almost in
tears. She realized that it was her insistence on
having their boy circumcised that put him in that
pervert's hands. She felt really guilty over having
endangered their son. I'm sure that kid will grow up
with everything nature gave him. Any other kids she
has will be natural too."
	"Well, I guess she learned her lesson," I said.
	"She did, but here's what happened next morning. We
were there at the arraignment, and Crenshaw had a
high-powered lawyer with him who pleaded him not
guilty and asked for bail! The judge let him out on
fifty thou bail, and he walked. The trial's set for
three months from now."
	"You think he'll flee and not be around for trial?" I
asked.
	"No, I think if he's out walking around, he's a
target. In the jail we could protect him. On the
street, he's dead meat for anyone who wants his hide.
He just might not show for his trial, but not because
he jumped bail. We're not about to provide a bodyguard
for him, and this cocksucker is surely in the thoughts
of whoever popped Dr. George."
	"It's strange that this hasn't appeared in the news
media," I reflected. "I never heard a thing about it
at the paper."
	"Well, I guess it slipped through the cracks," Brad
said. "There is other news in the world."
	"Any idea who iced Dr. George?" I asked.
	"No, still no clue and no leads. Without a personal
connection, it could be anybody. There are half a
million people in this city. You want a suspect list,
just grab the phone book."
	I began to strip down. We were both so energized by
the conversation that we needed relief. Nature's
Tranquilizer always works best. When Brad had shed his
clothing, we went into the bedroom. We were both still
limp, our pricks arcing out from our pubic bones, the
covering skin stretched by the conspicuous bulge of
the glans.
	"I guess our cocks vary in size," he commented as he
sat next to me. "It's warm today, and they're about
four inches long.
	"You're right," I said. "That happens to me all the
time. Remember last time? Our pricks were about three
inches long because it was cooler." I grasped his by
the nipple of his long foreskin, twisting the
compliant flesh between thumb and index finger. There
was an immediate response, and his prick began to
swell. He grasped mine around the glans, squeezing it
through the foreskin to produce the bulbo-cavernal
reflex.
	"Bet that makes your cock throb," he said, staring
into my eyes. I gave his foreskin a couple of gentle
tugs to stretch the nerve endings, and then resumed
twisting it.
	"I used to jack off a lot with rubbers back then when
I didn't have a foreskin," I said. "It felt very nice,
and even after the surgery, when I had a new hood on
my prick, I'd sometimes do it because it feels so
nice." As I spoke I began easing Brad's foreskin back
in stages from the swollen helmet. We both enjoyed the
slow stretching of the first retraction, savoring the
delicious sensations. They weren't like the urgent,
piercing sensations of orgasm, but rather more
delicate and subtle.
	"I like stripping your skin back," he said. "The head
comes into view bit by it." His strong fingers were
pushing back my foreskin and then bringing it forward
again before the next cycle of retraction. By this
time I had Brad's big purple helmet completely bared
and I reached for a condom.
	"This is a Trojan Large," I said, showing him the
green foil envelope. "I think it feels best when
there's some slack in the condom. Also, it's not
lubricated. I'll have to squirt in a shot of
Astroglide. The latex is coated with talcum powder,
and you can feel that when you slide the rubber over
the glans." I lubricated the inside of the condom and
stretched the first couple of inches over Brad's
bloated glans, unrolling the rest down his shaft. I
pushed him supine on the bed.
	"I didn't have to put much lube in the condom," I
explained. "You have a lot of natural lube and you'll
have enough." Even now, through the translucent latex,
I saw a large drop parting the lips of his slit.
Looking down, I saw his scrotum begin to contract,
bringing his balls against his body.
	I gently stroked the condom over his big purple
helmet, twisting the latex slightly with each stroke
because I knew this enhanced his sensations. With my
left hand I cupped his balls, feeling their warmth and
the occasional throb that radiated out from the root
of his prick. Brad was very aroused, and the direct
friction against the sensitive surface of his glans
made him moan with each stroke.
	"I'm really hot right now," he whispered.  "I don't
know why but I'm ready to bust a nut."
	"I know how hot you are, Brad. I can see how dark
your tip is through the rubber and I can feel it's
pretty hard."
	"It's good your strokes are gentle," he added. "If
you were giving me full hard strokes I would have shot
already."
	"I know you enjoy the build-up, Brad. "I get the same
feeling of anticipation when you do me. Anyway, we
both know that the longer the build-up the more
intense it is when we do shoot." I maintained the
slow, rhythmic stroking on the bloated end of his
penis, sliding the lubricated latex over the taut
nerve endings of his glans. I used little finger
pressure, just enough to slide the latex over the
contours of his helmet. Brad's left hand still grasped
my erect prick, gently squeezing the glans through its
enveloping foreskin.
	"Let's try something a little different," I
suggested. I grasped his swollen helmet through the
latex, thumb on the flaring ridge and index finger
probing the triangular groove underneath, and
squeezed. I compressed the nerve endings in his
swollen corona and pressed into his gee-string
underneath, delivering a double dose of sensations to
his straining prick-head. I felt and saw him shudder
in response. He shifted slightly, placing a pillow
under his head.
	"I want to watch this," he explained. "You know how I
like to watch you working on my dick." Indeed I knew.
Visual stimulation often enhanced Brad's arousal, and
he didn't close his eyes during orgasm most of the
time.
	"Okay, let's make your prick-root throb a few more
times," I said as I gave him another squeeze with
thumb and forefinger. I felt a powerful throb in both
his helmet and tight scrotum, silent testimony to his
response. A few more squeezes made his leg muscles
tense, and I knew that from this point on he was
totally under my control. I could delay or accelerate
the onset of his climax as I chose.
	"Your tip's really hot and hard now," I said as I
stopped squeezing and resumed the gentle friction,
working my fingertips over the latex-covered from dome
of his helmet, and then down towards the proud flange
at the rear. Running my fingertips around his hot hard
flange, I saw his legs begin to tremble. His helmet
was dark purple under the latex, and the lips of his
long slit were pouting as a steady stream of lubricant
poured through them. I was happy about this because I
knew that Brad's copious lubrication would soften the
sensations and minimize the risk of over-stimulating
his hyper-sensitive glans once he began to come.
	"OOOOOOHHHH!" I heard him moan as I felt his helmet
throb between my fingers. I felt his balls contract
hard and an instant later the front of the condom
filled with cream. I closed my fingers around his
latex-covered helmet and twisted hard. Brad yelped and
another torrent of hot cream erupted into the sheath.
I felt its heat against my fingers as I gave his hot
hard tip another twisting squeeze, making him shoot
again.
	Now I grasped the whole of his shaft, working the
loose latex in long strokes up and down its length,
caressing the helmet and the drawn-back foreskin that
bunched in the deep groove behind its ridge. I wanted
to hit every nerve ending in Brad's beautiful prick,
to give him the most intense orgasm possible.
	Brad had released my prick as I'd brought on his
climax, but I was still experiencing his orgasm
vicariously. I wasn't ejaculating, but there was a
steady tingle running up and down my shaft and glans,
a reminder that soon I'd be having the same throes of
release as Brad was having. I knew exactly what he was
feeling, from the caresses on his helmet to the
pulse-pounding sensations of ejaculation.
	I gave his prick another full-length stroke, bringing
forth another pulse of cream. The condom was filled
with white viscous liquid, and I knew that he was safe
from over-stimulation. I saw that his eyes were
closed, and his head was rocking from side to side, an
indication of the intensity of the frenzy of his
orgasm.
	Brad was still moaning as I stroked his throbbing
prick into its final discharges. Now he was seeping
rather than shooting, and the throbs had become much
weaker. When his prick became still I released it,
letting it rest upon his abdomen in its cocoon of
lubricant and semen. I lay down beside him, my hard
prick against his thigh, waiting for his breathing to
return to normal.
	Several minutes passed, and this did not surprise me,
because I knew that Brad had drained himself during
this manually induced orgasm, and recovery would take
somewhat longer. Finally he opened his eyes, turned
his head to kiss my cheek, and said:
	"Thank you. That was terrific." I kissed him back on
the for
ehead. It might sound strange, but I appreciated that
modest show of affection as much as I enjoyed the
orgasms Brad gave me.
	Now I felt his hand creeping between us to grasp my
prick. He pulled away from me slightly and his fingers
closed around my shaft behind the head, tugging gently
at my hood.
	"That feels nice," I murmured. He was pulling my
foreskin back in small increments, baring more of the
helmet with each stroke.
	"I know you're all worked up from making me shoot,"
he said. "Now it's your turn. Want me to do it with a
rubber?" His touch was so electrifying that it didn't
matter to me whether he used a condom or not.
  	"Any way you want, just as long as it's you," I
murmured, squeezing his free hand. "Any way you touch
me at all gets me hot." I felt his lips against mine,
a reward for the show of confidence I'd expressed.
	"I'm going to use those long slow strokes we both
like so much," he said. As he spoke he began to
lengthen his strokes, uncovering more of my helmet on
each slow down-stroke.
	"That's beautiful," I whispered, almost mesmerized by
the delicate sensations.
	"Your skin's thick, but it's pretty stretchy," he
commented as he firmly pulled it down to the rim of my
glans. Now he pulled it up again to encase the helmet
altogether. I turned onto my back and spread my legs
to give him free access to my crotch, and felt the
fingers of his free hand cup my balls.
	"Your balls are always tight, but I've noticed they
get a little bit tighter just before you come, he
said. I felt his finger gently kneading my scrotum,
just enough to make me aware of it.
	"I like to watch your face when I stroke you," he
continued. "Your expression changes a bit when you get
close to exploding."
	"I watch your face too," I responded. "I watch your
prick as well."
	"I always watch your cock," he said. "I like to see
that big tip turn darker purple and feel it get hard
as a rock just before it explodes." His insistent
fingers had now uncapped my glans completely, holding
the bunched skin back behind the upturned corona.
	"I've got your tip out in the open now," he said. "I
think it's time for some direct action." He put the
fingers of his right hand to his lips.
	"Saliva always works pretty well," he explained.
"It's especially good for slow gentle strokes," he
continued as he began working his wet fingertips
around my corona, making its many nerve endings
tingle.
	"I noticed you've got these little bumps around your
rim," he said. "I've seen them before on other guys.
They're the nerve endings, little buds of sensation."
His fingers confirmed his words, sending gentle
thrills into the nerve endings that studded my rim.
	"This is getting you hot," he continued. "You don't
normally have much lube but now there's a drop filling
your hole." His index finger touched my pouting
meatus, and began working in small circles around it,
spreading the clear viscous liquid over the front dome
of my glans while his thumb still caressed my rim on
top.
	"I can feel how hard your tip is getting, Jack. It's
really dark purple and I think if I gave your cock a
few full strokes you'd explode right now."
	"Oh, I'm really hot, Brad. Your magic fingers are
making my prick so hard." His forefinger still traced
circles around the front dome of my straining glans,
titillating the many nerve endings there.
	"I'm going to keep you on the edge as long as I can,"
Brad said. "I know how much you enjoy the ride, and
how much hotter your explosion is when you take
longer."
	"Watching me does the same for you as watching you
does for me," I said. "I really enjoyed watching your
big helmet shooting inside that condom before."
	"Now I'm going to watch you come bareback. I know you
tell me that you dribble most of the time, but I've
already seen you shoot when you're really hot," he
said.
	"I can feel another drop crawling up my tube," I
whispered. It made slow progress up my shaft and
eventually reached the orifice where his finger
immediately began spreading it around the hole.
	"When you're hot enough to be secreting  like this it
means your orgasm's going to be especially intense,"
he said as he continued his delicate massage of the
nerve endings in my helmet. He'd released my balls,
using the free hand to grasp my shaft near the base
and pull the bunched up skin free of my helmet, also
baring the deep groove behind it.
	"I bet you hardly ever get touched here," he said as
he pressed a couple of lubricated fingertips into the
groove, working on the nerve endings there and in the
flange of my helmet. My body responded with a shudder,
which he noted:
	"This really reached you, didn't it?" Now he pulled
back hard on my shaft, stretching the nerve endings in
it and the foreskin, giving me another spasm. His
fingertips flicked around my rim, hitting all the
nerve endings progressively, and I began to feel the
tickle of final sensations. I felt him snap his finger
against the broad upper surface of my helmet, shocking
me with the unexpected sensation, and then he wrapped
his fist around my glands and twisted hard.
	My helmet began to tingle hard, and then my
sensations exploded. My eyes snapped shut as my legs
trembled, and a hot spasm wracked the root of my
shaft. I cried out as the first hot jet burned its way
up my prick. Brad twisted his fist again to bring
forth another explosion, and I cried out helplessly as
I felt the hot lava explode within me, sending a gush
up my prick. His encircling fingers caught the flow
and worked it into the flesh of my straining helmet,
the heat adding to my excitement and making my prick
root spasm again.
	I was lost in the free-fall of my orgasm, my mind on
"HOLD," and aware only of the captivating sensations
in my own body. I released several more jets and then
I was torpid, helpless in Brad's hands, dazed by the
violence of my orgasm. I lay for several minutes and
then was able to make out his voice:
	"Well, you shot again, pal. There was no dribbling
until the end. That first jet shot a foot into the
air, and you were really vocal then. I caught the
second one in my palm, and used it to lube your tip.
The others shot a few inches. You really drained
yourself." I opened my eyes to see Brad leaning over
to kiss me on the lips.

Continued in Part 17