Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2006 15:12:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exploring, Part 7, Adult Friends, 7/?

Exploring, Part 7
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	Chris, Jerry, and Jerry's son Eric had had a very
satisfying sex session at my house that Saturday,
punctuated by the news on TV that another doctor had
been shot, this time right across town. Relaxed by our
recent orgasms, we speculated on a possible motive and
perpetrator. I'd promised I'd do a little digging the
following Monday when I went to work at the newspaper.
As I cover the police beat, among other things, I was
in a good position to find out more about what had
happened.
	One aspect of this that touched us closely was that
the previous year Eric had beaten up the doctor who
had circumcised him shortly after his birth. This case
was still unsolved by police. We were relieved that we
were Eric's alibi, in case the investigation into the
shooting ever turned toward him. We knew for sure he
had not done it because he'd been jacking with us when
the shooting took place.
	Now I was on the phone to Chris, to bring him up to
date on what I'd found out about the investigation
into the shooting:
	"Well, the cops say it was done with a high-precision
target rifle, in caliber .22 Long Rifle. The shooter
must have been in his own vehicle across the parking
lot, and as there was a lot of road traffic, nobody
noticed the shot. Anyway, a .22 isn't that loud. The
shooter must have been a very good shot, or just
lucky, because the bullet hit the doctor right in the
back of the skull, penetrating the medulla. That
killed him instantly."
	"That sounds a bit like the shootings in the
Washington area a couple of years ago. Any motive you
can think of, Jack?"
	"No, I haven't been able to find out a thing. I
researched this doctor on the Internet and wasn't able
to find out anything significant. He's not a poster
boy for circumcision, in any event. Also, the cops
don't have zip, they don't have any leads, and nobody
saw the shooter."
	"No scandal in his life?"
	"Not that anyone knows yet. If he's running around on
his wife or owes someone a lot of money, it hasn't
come to light."
	"Okay, I'll tell Jerry and he'll tell Eric.
Meanwhile, we still good for tomorrow night?" Chris
was referring to a planned evening at my house for the
four of us.
	"Okay, that's good," I said. "I'll expect you guys at
six."
	"Six is okay for Jerry and Eric, but I might be a
little late."
	"That's okay too," I replied before hanging up.
	Next day I got home precisely at six. Five minutes
later Jerry arrived with his son Eric. A minute later
the doorbell rang and it was the pizza delivery man.
Thirty bucks got me two large pizzas, and we sat in
the kitchen eating them while we waited for Chris.
	"Dad told me what you found out about the latest
shooting," Eric began. "I can't be sure, but the
shooter might be someone like me."
	"How do you mean?" I asked, although the beginning of
an idea had already formed in my mind.
	"He didn't shoot this doctor because the doctor's a
world class, major-league circumciser. He shot him
because of one single circumcision, performed on him."

	"Just like happened to you," Jerry interjected. "I
get it."
	"I got this idea because I know somebody who had a
bad experience that way," Eric developed his theme.
"In school I knew this kid, around my age, who went in
to get his appendix out when he was 13. When he woke
up he had a bandage over his abdomen and another
wrapped around his dick. The fuckin' doctor had
circumcised him just for fun."
	"Boy, I bet he was pissed," I said. "Do you think
he's the one?"
	"No, I didn`t mean that Tyler was the shooter. I
don't think so. As far as I knew he never owned a gun
and wasn't even interested in shooting. I mean it
could have been somebody like him." At this point
Chris arrived and we filled him in on our discussion
while he ate voraciously.
	"So what you mean is the kid suffered from his
resentment until he got old enough to do something
about it, and then he shot the doctor," Chris
suggested.
	"Exactly," Eric said. "He nursed his anger and
planned carefully. He might have even had this doctor
in his sights earlier, but didn't shoot because the
conditions weren't right."
	"Could you look up the state court web site to find
out if anybody's sued a doctor for wrongful
circumcision?" Jerry proposed.
	"I could but it might not mean anything," I answered.
"The circumcision might not have taken place in this
state. We have no idea of the date. In fact, there
might not even have been a lawsuit. Not everybody
sues, even in this day and age. They guy might just
have calculated that a lawsuit would be superfluous,
since he'd already decided on his revenge. Suing the
doctor would just draw attention to himself." By this
time we'd finished the pizzas and were ready to get
undressed.
	In the bedroom I saw that both Eric and Chris had the
ends of their pricks encircled by rings of white tape.
Chris had a noticeable bulge in his new foreskin that
was not his glans. As he undid the tape a long yellow
plastic cone slid out of the end of his hood.
	"That's not the same spacer you had on before, is
it?" I asked.
	"No, before I was using the shortest one. Now I've
got enough stretch to be able to use the middle one.
They come in sets of three, you know."
	"That means you've got more length now," I said. As
Chris had released his prick I'd noticed that the end
of his foreskin seemed slightly floppy, instead of
snugly enveloping his glans.
	"I do," Chris said. "Now I'm developing some
overhang, like you've got. Eric and Jerry had gotten
themselves naked and we all appraised each other.
	"You seem to have more slack, Eric," I observed. As
he'd removed the tape ring that held his shaft skin in
a tight pucker over his glans, I'd noticed that the
skin had slid back to form a thick, wrinkled ring that
lodged behind his flaring corona. The fleshy ring
overflowed the groove and partly covered his flaring
rim.
	"Yeah, I've got more slack. Right now you can see it
doesn't quite go over the rim, but I'm getting there."
As he spoke he approached me and was now rolling the
nipple of my long tight foreskin between two fingers.
I pinched his big purple helmet gently, knowing that
this would produce a throb inside, at the root of his
prick.
	"Wow! Look at my cousin's foreskin," Chris said
exuberantly as he held the pendulous flesh by the end,
pulling it out away from Jerry's body. Jerry easily
had the longest foreskin in the room, one that
overhung the end of his glans by two solid inches. I
knew that underneath all that skin there was a small
helmet shaped glans, the operative word being "small."
	"Chris isn't doing too bad, either," Jerry said as he
stabilized his cousin's prick with one hand and peeled
the hood back two fingers of his other hand. Now we
were all on our way to raging erections and I knew
that within minutes our moans of orgasm would fill the
room. The four of us arranged ourselves on the bed,
sitting facing each other.
	"Last week I got off with the vibrator," Eric said to
me as he pumped my foreskin up and down rhythmically
covering and baring my helmet. "Now I'd like to see
what it does for you."
	"Good thing I brought it with me," said Chris. "The
same bell that fit you will fit Jack. Want to do the
honors?" Eric nodded and I lay across the bed, giving
him full access to my crotch. Eric shifted his
position as Chris got the vibrator and plugged the
cord into the socket. Now Eric took hold of my shaft
with his left hand and pulled my foreskin all the way
back as he eased the plastic bell of the vibrator to
engulf my swollen helmet. Chris cupped my balls.
	Eric's finger moved along the vibrator's body and I
heard a hum as the bell began buzzing against the
tender surface of my glans. My prick was already
stiff, but now I felt myself rising to a new level of
excitement. Chris was very gently kneading my sac,
adding subtle sensations to arouse me further.
	"I can see his rim right at the edge of the bell,"
Jerry observed. "We'll be able to tell how excited he
is."
	"You're right," Chris said. "When we did this to Eric
we saw that his rim got really dark just before he
came." I felt detached now, my attention captured
mainly by the delicious buzzing in my helmet. The
vibrations were not only stimulating the surface, but
penetrating to the deep-seated nerve endings to
enhance my sensations.
	"I won't be able to hold off long," I muttered.
	"Just let yourself go," Jerry said as he massaged my
chest. "Relax and let it happen to you." I knew
exactly what he meant, as I'd given the same advice in
the past to guys I'd brought to orgasm.
	"The veins on his shaft are standing out," commented
Chris. "I can't see it, but I'd bet the head's really
hard and swollen." I knew he was right. My helmet was
turgid with blood, pressing the nerve endings against
the bell, increasing the effect of the vibrator. My
breathing was heavy now because I was being totally
entranced by the magic vibrations.
	"His balls are tighter," observed Chris as he got a
towel and wrapped it around the base of my prick.
	"His shaft's rock-hard," added Eric.
	"Looks like his rim's darker too," said Jerry as my
eyes closed. The insistent vibrations had made my
glans ache for release, and my awareness of the world
around me dimmed as I withdrew into myself. A slight
tickle began in my corona and slowly spread all over
the surface of my engorged helmet.
	Suddenly the vibrations became more intense as Eric
pushed the switch to "HIGH," and I cried out. The
tickle in my glans changed to a hot tingle as hot
sparks of sensation bit into it surface. I moaned
helplessly as the vibrations worked their way down my
prick to its root, where I felt the heavy pounding of
orgasm begin. My hips bucked as the first hot torrent
shot into my tube and up my shaft, slamming through
the pouting lips of my slit. I was moaning and
grunting helplessly as the overwhelming sensations
ravaged my body.
	My cock-root throbbed again and another burning
stream poured up my prick, shooting into the
vibrator's bell and spreading all over my trapped
helmet. The intense buzzing continued to fill me glans
and I cried out as I unloaded another torrent. Now I
felt Eric remove the vibrator's bell from my tip as he
pulled back even harder on the shaft-skin, putting
more tension on the embedded nerves. This triggered
another spasm deep inside me, and I bucked my hips
again, thrusting my swollen tip into the air.
	Now my spasms were weakening, and the cream was just
oozing from my gaping meatus, hot drops sliding down
the engorged helmet and shaft. My body began to relax
and began to return to reality.
	"With the vibrator covering his helmet, you can't
watch him shoot," I heard Eric say.
	"Good thing you took it off after he started coming,"
his father answered.
	"Yeah, that last stream shot about 10 inches," Chris
added. "He normally dribbles but that vibrator got him
really worked up."
	"Give me the vibrator," said Jerry. "I want Chris to
feel it now. See how hot his cock is? The skin's
pulled back all the way."
	"Go ahead, Chris," Eric said "Lie down next to Jack."
I felt Chris ease himself down beside me, his thigh
against mine. I was still dazed, eyes closed, although
I was rousing myself to watch the show.
	"Now I'm going to pull back hard on your skin,
Chris," Jerry said. "I'll keep tension on the skin
because I know how good that feels." I propped myself
up on my elbow to see Jerry grasp Chris by the shaft
below the big mushroom. His other hand held the
vibrator, with its bell still dripping with my cream,
and he slowly lowered it onto the swollen mushroom at
the top of the shaft. I heard the buzzing start and
felt Chris tense next to me. He began moaning as Eric
reached between his legs to cup his scrotum.
	"Chris is already worked up so he won't last long,"
commented Eric. "His balls are already starting to
tighten." I saw that his normally loose sac had
contracted sharply, while Eric's fingers gently
kneaded it. I grasped Chris's hand, and felt his
fingers close tightly around mine, giving me an
indication of his excitement.
	Both Eric and his father had rock-hard erections,
first from watching my orgasm and now from working on
Chris to bring on his climax. The vicarious excitement
was profound, and I wondered if either of them would
come when Chris started releasing his juice.
	"Chris lubes a lot," I commented as I noticed a thin
stream of clear lubricant flowing down his shaft from
under the bell, running over Jerry's fingers.
	"Lots of lube helps," said Jerry as he pressed the
vibrator's cap onto the turgid mushroom. "We don't
want any irritating friction, just the smooth
sensations." Chris now began moaning, his excitement
mounting, and I felt it was pointless to urge him to
relax. I felt his body tighten up next to me, and his
hand squeezed mine powerfully.
	Chris was now moaning loudly, and his legs began to
tremble. The vibrations were reaching deep inside him,
as they had me only minutes ago. Now I saw Jerry's
finger move the vibrator's switch to "High" and Chris
yelped at the sudden increase in intensity.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as I felt his fingers
contract spasmodically. His hips thrust upward and I
knew that the first hot torrent was running up his
tube. His eyes were closed and his jaw muscles
clenched as the fury of orgasm overtook him.
	Chris grunted again as his ha
nd squeezed mine. I saw thick white cream ooze from
under the rim of the bell to run down the shaft where
Jerry's strong fingers kept his skin tightly back.
Chris bucked his hips again, and now Jerry removed the
bell to bare the spitting mushroom in all its glory.
Chris squeezed my hand hard as his prick spewed a
strong stream high into the air.
	"That's nice, that's lovely!" Eric exclaimed at the
sight of the forceful ejaculation. Jerry kept his grip
on the shaft, maintaining tension on the skin,
stretching the nerve endings to keep the orgasm going
full force. Chris shot again, the jet arcing high to
land on his stomach, as he grunted in joyful agony.
	Now the jets weakened, and I knew he was on the
downhill slope. Juice still flowed from the lips of
his long slit, but it was not as white, more like
clear lubricant. It was also more runny, not as thick
as his jets had been. I felt his body begin to relax,
and his fingers loosened their grip on mine.
	Chris was now in a daze, flattened by the
after-shock, and his moaning had stopped. We looked at
him, enjoying his bliss, happy to be sharing such an
intimate experience.
	After a couple of minutes he opened his eyes.
	"Man, you really let one go!" Jerry said.
	"I know," Chris replied. "I was so hot after watching
Jack."
	"Jerry, are you going to dock with Eric?" I asked.
"If so, I've got an idea." Jerry looked at his son and
nodded.
	"What's your idea?" he asked me.
	"Once you get Eric's helmet inside your foreskin,
I'll put the vibrator under his head. I know Chris has
a flat plate for it, and this will stimulate the
underside of his helmet, where the gee-string is. We
all know his circumcised tip isn't as sensitive as
yours, and giving him that extra boost will maybe make
him come at the same time you do."
	"Sounds like a good idea," Jerry said. "I always had
a hard time synchronizing my orgasm with Eric." Chris
and I cleared the bed to allow Jerry and Eric to lie
full-length and facing each other. Jerry stretched his
long foreskin out and Eric's thick helmet slipped
easily into the well-lubricated channel.
	Now they were locked together, father and son,
enjoying the tip-to-tip intimacy of docking. Jerry
squeezed his son's helmet through the enveloping
foreskin.
	"That feels so good, Dad," Eric moaned. "Feeling that
skin covering my head's so heavenly."
	"I'm glad you've got such a handsome cock, son,"
Jerry replied. "I've still got my skin but you've got
a nice big helmet on yours. I always felt my tip was
kinda small." As Jerry spoke I changed attachments on
the vibrator, replacing the bell with the round flat
soft plastic plate. I saw Chris cup Jerry's balls with
his right hand and Eric's with his left. Both were
already contracted with excitement.
	"It's so slippery inside your skin, Dad," observed
Eric.
	"I juice a lot, that's why," Jerry added. "I'm almost
ready to pop, knowing my son's tip is inside me." He
was slowly stroking his foreskin back and forth,
concentrating the movement on Eric's big helmet, but
some of the friction was stimulating his tip too. I
chose that moment to touch the vibrator to the
underside of Eric's glans, sending vibrations through
the foreskin into the tender spot under his glans.
	Both men stiffened, and I knew that Jerry was getting
his share of the vibrations because he was tip-to-tip
with his son inside the enveloping foreskin.
	"I can't... I can't..." Jerry muttered through clenched
teeth, and I knew that his excitement was getting away
from him, pushing him inexorably toward the brink. I
switched to "HIGH" and both Eric and Jerry moaned
loudly as the vibrator flooded their pricks with the
magic and compelling sensations. Their legs trembled
and their stomach muscles visibly contracted as they
tumbled over the precipice.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" they grunted in unison as their
orgasms began simultaneously. Their eyes were closed
and their jaw muscles tight as they shot their loads
against each other's tips. Both convulsed in
uncontrollable spasms as their hot cream blended
inside Jerry's foreskin, swirling around both heads.
Now white cream oozed from under the edge of Jerry's
foreskin that was clamped around Eric's shaft behind
the glans, inundating Eric's circumcision scar and
dripping down onto the bed.
	Both were moaning and grunting in agonized delight as
the sensations overwhelmed their consciousness. I
thought of their two tips throbbing against each
other, bathing their helmets in hot juices, and I felt
my prick stir.
	Eric and Jerry kept moaning as I pressed the vibrator
against the underside of Eric's tip through the fleshy
sleeve. I decided to keep the vibrator going, as the
buzzing was being partly cushioned by the intervening
foreskin, until they told me to stop. I saw that
Jerry's foreskin was distended with both their loads,
adding to their sensations.
	Their moans had softened, and their bodies were not
as tense as before. They'd drained most of their
cream, and soon their orgasms would be over. Jerry's
fingers relaxed, allowing a gush of cream to flow from
under the edge of his foreskin.
	"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Jerry cried out, and I thought that
this was a signal for me to remove the vibrator. I
turned it off and Chris and I watched Jerry and Eric
relax, sinking into blissful torpor. They were both
drained, physically and emotionally, by their intense
mutual experience. Chris removed his hands from their
balls, and we watched the scrotal skin begin to relax.


Continued in Part 8