Date: Fri, 2 Jun 2006 13:09:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exploring, Part 26, Adult Male 26/?

Exploring, Part 26
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	I hadn't seen Jerry, Chris's cousin, for months. This
was my fault because I'd been neglectful. I'd been so
preoccupied with other things that I'd never called
him. On the other hand, he hadn't called me either, so
I didn't feel as badly about it as I would have if I'd
neglected to return his calls. He finally phoned me
one evening:
	"Hi, Jack, it's Jerry. Long time no see."
	"I'm sorry I didn`t phone you Jerry. It's been a
really busy time for me, but that's not really an
excuse."
	"No excuse necessary, Jack. I'm at fault too. Anyway,
can I see you? I wanted to talk something over with
you."
	"No problem. It's still early. Want to come over
now?"
	"Okay, I'll see you in fifteen minutes." He hung up.
When he arrived, I saw that he was still thin, and
possibly slightly thinner than when I'd seen him last.
His blond hair also seemed to be thinner, and I
guessed that the nature of his work was stressful.
	"How about a beer? I asked, and when he nodded
affirmatively I pulled two bottles from the
refrigerator. As he lifted the bottle to his lips I
asked:
	"What's the problem? Is there a problem?"
	"No, not a real problem, just a worry," he responded.
"I know you remember Eric. Well, he's doing all right,
still keeping out of trouble. I was wondering if
there's any chance of the cops ever connecting him to
the beating he gave to the doctor that clipped his
foreskin years ago."
	"Well, in theory it's always possible, but as a
practical matter I'd say the chances are pretty slim.
You know that someone's been shooting these foreskin
amputators right and left. One of them even got run
down while he was jogging. None of the perpetrators
have ever been caught, although one guy was questioned
by the cops a couple of months ago. He was in the
clear, though."
	"Think the cops might ever make a connection between
the shootings and that beating?" Jerry continued to
probe.
	"They might, but I think it's really unlikely. I
think they've forgotten all about it by now. Also,
this doctor that Eric clobbered wasn't a high-profile
foreskin chopper. After all, in their scale of
priorities a homicide tops assault and battery any
time," I reassured him.
	"That's good to know," he said. I realized that he
was very tense, and that it might take more than a
beer to relax him.
	"Want to strip down?" I asked. "Got the time?"
	"Oh, yes I do," he replied. "I'm widowed and Eric's
staying with a friend tonight, so I don't have to be
home at all." I led him to the bedroom where we
quickly doffed our clothes. Jerry's prick, with its
long foreskin, still tapered because of the small
glans and dangled down over his balls.
	"Been giving that foreskin a lot of exercise?" I
asked. "You had two inches of overhang last time, and
now it looks longer."
	"Oh, yeah," he answered. "I guess I stretch it out
every night. I like to beat off." In proportion,
Jerry's foreskin was a lot longer than mine.
	"With some guys," I said, "The head pops out of the
foreskin every now and then. I've never seen that
happen to you. It always stays covered."
	"Well, the head on my cock isn't very big," he said
with a shy smile. "It's not like yours." Jerry and I
had similarly shaped helmet heads, but mine was
significantly bigger than his. My corona flared out to
larger than the shaft, while his tip was narrower than
his shaft even at the corona. My helmet bulged through
my foreskin, while Jerry's barely interrupted his
foreskin's smooth taper when he was totally limp.
	"I can see your helmet's starting to swell," I said.
Even under his long thick foreskin Jerry's glans was
beginning to thicken noticeably.
	"Yours too," he riposted. "It's really stretching out
your foreskin." We sat next to each other on my
queen-size and his fingers wrapped lovingly around my
shaft, jiggling my foreskin slightly. My prick now
began swelling rapidly. I grasped his, gently
squeezing the glans through the long tapering
foreskin, knowing that each squeeze produced a
reflexive throb in the root of his penis. Within half
a minute we were both hard. Jerry's erection was like
mine, about six inches long, not counting the
overhanging foreskin, and his shaft was straight, like
mine.
	"You've got a lot of foreskin too," he commented.
"Even hard, it still covers the head completely."
	"Your balls hang lower than mine," I compared.
	"That's because some of your scrotal tissue was used
to make that new foreskin of yours." He was right. The
plastic surgeon who had constructed a new foreskin for
my denuded glans had used a graft from my scrotum for
the outer layer. Jerry had been luckier than I because
his foreskin had been amputated. His prick and its
foreskin were as pristine as the day he'd been born,
although larger, of course.
	"That feels good," I said as he began pulling my
foreskin down off the head, exposing the round front
dome. The pressure of my tight foreskin ring against
my engorged helmet felt delicious. I began stripping
back his foreskin, revealing the small helmet after a
healthy pull downward.
	"I like to see that big purple head," he said. I
smelled the rich masculine aroma of his wet glans and
foreskin as I peeled the hood down all the way.
	"I like the way your prick smells," I said. "You
smell like a real man because of your natural
foreskin."
	"I like the way your hole pouts," he replied. "When
the head's all swollen it looks like a teardrop." He
was referring to the way the lips of my slit gaped
with erection. My slit was visible through the ring of
encircling foreskin.
	"Yours is just a slit but it's cute anyway," I said.
"I like it when the cream starts shooting from it.
Mine usually just dribbles."
	"I guess it dribbles when you do yourself, but I've
seen your cock shoot when Chris or I work on it. I
guess that's because another guy's hand is always more
exciting than your own."
	"That's very true, Jerry. That works for all of us."
I was tugging gently on his shaft skin, keeping the
long foreskin bunched behind his rim and the frenulum
under the head taut. I knew that putting tension on
the nerve endings of his foreskin and gee-string was
as exciting as stroking. Jerry responded by pulling my
foreskin tightly back, baring not only the head but
the deep groove behind it. The thick ring of foreskin
made the shaft bulkier for about an inch behind the
head.
	"You've got a beautiful helmet, Jack. I wish I could
dock it but my foreskin's too narrow." He was right.
His foreskin was long but only large enough to
accommodate his helmet. It would hurt him to try to
force it over the bulk of my glans. However, we knew
from a previous experience that my foreskin, although
tight, would stretch enough to accommodate his helmet.
	"I can dock you," I suggested. "I've had your tip
inside my foreskin before. You really enjoyed that."
His eyes lit up at the suggestion, which brought back
the erotic memory. Now we were both stroking each
other's pricks sensually, working on the foreskin and
building desire without bringing us much closer to the
point of release. By tacit agreement, we wanted it to
last.
	"Okay, Jack, let's do it." Jerry lay down on his
side, facing me. I released his prick and went into
the bathroom for a towel, which I spread between us.
We knew from experience that docking produced a
tremendous amount of goo, both from lubrication and
ejaculation.
	Jerry's prick secreted a lot of natural lubricant,
clear viscous liquid that now seeped from the puckered
end of his foreskin. His hood had slipped forward over
his glans the moment that I'd released it, pulled
inexorably forward by his thick gee-string. I envied
him that because my frenulum had been amputated by the
doctor who'd taken my foreskin at birth.
	Now I lay down facing him, holding my prick in my
fist with the foreskin fully extended into a pucker
beyond the glans. Jerry skinned his foreskin back and
pressed the nose of his glans against my pucker,
gradually slipping in until I felt the first touch of
his hot glans against my dome. His slit was seeping
lubricant that worked to ease the entry of his helmet
into my foreskin.
	At this point about half of Jerry's helmet was
encircled by my thick foreskin. He pushed forward
slightly and I watched as more of his glans slipped
into my foreskin, which stretched to accept it. He
pushed in farther and I felt his tip riding over the
top of my helmet to be completely enclosed by my
foreskin. The twin lobes underneath his glans pressed
into the broad upper surface of my helmet.
	"Your tip feels hot," he commented as he began a
regular thrusting and withdrawal, in short strokes to
avoid slipping out of my foreskin.
	"Yours does too," I added, feeling his small helmet
stretching my foreskin as it moved rhythmically in and
out.
	"This is so sexy," he said. "It's so intimate to have
my cock-tip inside another guy's foreskin."
	"It's nice to feel you moving inside my foreskin," I
said. "I know it'll be even nicer when you start to
shoot."
	"I'm glad you have a tight foreskin," he said. "That
tightness keeps just the right amount of pressure on
my tip."
	"Your balls are getting tight," I observed. "You're
really getting into it." Along with the scrotal
tightening, Jerry's breathing had also gotten heavier.
	"I can feel your foreskin rubbing over the top side
of my tip," he said. "I also enjoy the smooth sliding
feeling of my tip against yours." I felt him thrusting
more deeply into my foreskin as he spoke, the longer
thrusts pushing the nose of his glans against the
flaring rim of mine.
	"You're getting deeper, and I can feel your head
rubbing against my rim," I said. "See how far you can
push it into my foreskin." Jerry increased his thrusts
and now the twin bumps underneath his helmet bumped my
rim as they slid over it, the nose of his glans
pushing into the pocket at the rear of my foreskin."
	"I can feel your rim sort of scraping the underside
of the head where my gee-string is," Jerry told me.
"That's really sexy."
	"You're so far into my foreskin now that when you
come you'll be shooting your cream behind my rim," I
said. I was anticipating this because one of the
greatest sensations of docking was feeling another
man's hot sperm jetting and swirling in the groove
behind my corona.
	"Just keep a tight grip on your foreskin," he urged
me. "I want to feel your gizm around my tip when we
come." We both knew that during orgasm the jetting
juices felt very hot, enhancing our sensations.
	"I think we'll come together," I said. "I feel pretty
hot right now, and I can feel how hard your helmet it.
It's pretty swollen and ready to go."
	"Yours is harder than when we started," Jerry now
observed. "I know you're right up there with me." I
knew he was right, and I knew that, although both our
helmets were hidden deep inside my enveloping
foreskin, they'd darkened in color.
	"Want to stop for a minute, or at least slow down?" I
questioned him. "We'll come harder if we take our
time." At my words Jerry paused in his thrusting, and
we lay quietly, feeling our helmets throbbing with
excitement inside my foreskin.
	"Now that we're not moving, I can feel your tip throb
against mine," he said.
	"Wait until I start coming," I countered. "Then
you'll really feel it throb." 	Despite our utter
stillness, our excitement wasn't subsiding, for the
sexual talk was keeping us pumped up.
	"That always makes it better for me," he answered. "I
really get turned on by a hot guy's helmet pounding
against mine. You don't shoot as far as I do, but your
tip really throbs hard."
	"I know you shoot really hard, Jerry. "I've seen ypur
prick shoot both ways, with the foreskin over the head
and catching the juice, and with the foreskin pulled
back so that you let go some hard streams. Both ways
turn me on."
	"Yeah, when I come with the foreskin forward mine
just dribbles out, like yours."
	"I've watched you come that way, Jerry, and with each
jet I saw the end of your foreskin swell and jerk,
even though the cream just dribbled from the pucker."
	"Well, I'm holding tight onto my foreskin to keep it
peeled back when I come. That way, Jack, you'll feel
the jets shooting hard inside your foreskin."
	"That's the way I like it," I told him. "You'll be
shooting right behind my rim. That's almost as hot as
shooting inside my hole. That happened to me once. The
guy's hole was lined up with mine and when he unloaded
the first hot jet shot right inside me." What I was
telling him affected Jerry, for he began thrusting his
prick inside my foreskin again.
	"I'm so hot..." he trailed off. I felt his small
glans sliding sensuously against my helmet, its nose
stretching the back of my foreskin again and again as
he probed its depths.
	"That's it, Jerry, just let yourself go. Let your
prick shoot inside my foreskin," I urged. I knew that
we were both so hot that release was only a minute
away, and that when it came we'd both explode in
mindless and joyful convulsions.
	"Your cock feels so hot, it's so hot inside your
foreskin," he said as he continued thrusting. His
breathing was more rapid now, testimonial to his
excitement. My arousal matched his, although I wasn't
thrusting, and I tightened my grip around his
prick, clamping the edge of my foreskin around his
shaft behind the head to contain our juices when they
erupted. Jerry's long retracted foreskin formed a ring
around his shaft, a tight seal that wouldn't leak,
because we were sealed flesh to flesh.
	"You're really leaking lube," I commented as I felt
the warm wetness of his viscous fluid spreading inside
my foreskin, easing the path for his engorged glans.
At the same time I felt a drop of my own lubricant
begin its long crawl up my tube. I normally don't
lubricate, but my excitement was so high that my
prostate gland was working overtime.
	The thick film of Jerry's lube inside my foreskin was
masking our sensations somewhat by reducing friction,
mercifully extending the time it would take for us to
come to climax and prolonging the delicious feeling of
anticipation. I was glad that we approached the point
of no return slowly because I was already feeling a
tickle in my corona. My breathing became harsher as my
body tensed involuntarily, preparing for the orgasm. I
saw Jerry's legs begin to tremble as my eyes closed
and I withdrew into myself.
	My mind was shutting out the world as the sensations
in my prick became more powerful and compelling. I
knew that with the excitement my helmet was fully
engorged, straining and aching for release as the
gentle tickling feeling built up and became more
demanding.
	Now Jerry was gasping and his thrusts became more
vigorous as he came into the final moments of his
build-up. His prick strained as it thrust into my
foreskin and stretched it tightly. The tickling in my
helmet was not intense, and I knew that only seconds
remained before we'd both be blasting our jets into my
foreskin, to mix and swirl around our tender and
engorged tips.
	The tickle inside my helmet changed suddenly into a
hot tingle, and it spread like a sudden shock down my
shaft, making me moan as I felt the insistent
THUD-THUD-THUD of my orgasm. Hot cream poured out into
my tube as I felt Jerry's glans throb against mine in
the first second of his release. The burning fluid
seared its way up my shaft as I felt the first hot jet
shoot from Jerry's helmet into my foreskin to swirl
around the straining rim of my glans.
	We both cried out helplessly as our pricks throbbed
against each other and our hot jets filled my
foreskin, mixing with the lubricant. I felt Jerry's
helmet hammering against mine each time he shot. Our
bodies strained as we shot again, sending two more
torrents of cream to distend my foreskin. I felt the
layers of my foreskin stretching as our tips throbbed
against each other again, releasing another flood of
semen.
	My foreskin was so distended that there was no longer
much flesh-to-flesh contact, Jerry's glans riding
inside the thick coating of juices that had flooded my
foreskin. Although we'd both reached the point where
our tips were becoming super-sensitive, we felt no
distress as Jerry continued to thrust inside my
foreskin. I barely felt the twin humps of his helmet
as they rode over my hard, flaring corona, probing
into the depths of my foreskin. Our tips again
throbbed against each other as we spewed more fluids.
	Our joyous grunts filled the air as we strained with
the last throbs of orgasm. Now, although my thumb and
forefinger were clamped tightly around the end of my
foreskin, I felt some wetness as the mixture of fluids
began to seep past the seal. The towel would be very
useful because I knew that the moment I unclamped the
end of my foreskin, hot fluid would gush from it to
flood anything underneath.
	Now we'd both finished our major spasms, although I
felt residual throbs in both our helmets. The dying
spasms deep inside my body released ooze that crawled
listlessly up my tube, eventually to appear in my
slit. Our pricks were softening as our frenzied
breathing eased, and we sank into the daze that is the
aftermath of joyous release.
	With Jerry's shaft losing its hardness, I was no
longer able to maintain the pressure that had sealed
my foreskin against the flesh of his inverted hood.
The hot fluid poured over my encircling fingers,
filling the air with a pungent chlorine odor that was
very familiar to us. As our heads cleared, Jerry spoke
first:
	"That was awesome, docking inside your foreskin."
	"It felt wonderful for me," I added. "Your hot tip
was banging against mine and stretching my foreskin
too, especially after we started coming."
	"I'm really glad you got your foreskin back," he
continued. "It makes sex so much more exciting."
	"I'm glad you got to keep your original foreskin," I
said. "I know it's much more sensitive than mine."
	"I'm sure my foreskin's more sensitive, but I know
your tip got more sensitive once you had skin covering
it again."
	"You're right," I told him. "Once my helmet was
constantly protected and moist, the sensitivity came
back quickly." His words reminded me of all the years
I'd mourned my lost foreskin and the joy I'd had with
its surgical replacement.
	"I guess we can clean up now," he suggested, picking
up a corner of the towel and wiping the outside of his
shaft and foreskin. He'd pulled his foreskin forward
to protect the sensitive tip. I also pushed my
foreskin up over the helmet and wiped the outside of
my prick, meticulously squeezing the shaft to milk out
the last drops. Once we'd finished, we felt too tired
to do anything else, and we fell asleep.

Continued in Part 27