Date: Mon, 8 Aug 2005 14:13:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Future Shock, Part 3, Science Fiction, 3/?

Future Shock, Part 3
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com


Note: This story is fiction, and given the plot,
mainly science fiction or imaginative fiction. Time
travel would be very nice if it were possible to do it
as easily as described here, especially considering
the benefits that this story describes.

Synopsis: After being recruited for a secret time
travel project operated by the government, I was
projected into the 23rd. Century, leaving my friend
and partner behind. To my surprise, people still spoke
English but the police picked me up because I had a
pistol in my backpack. After they determined I'm not a
criminal or terrorist, one of the investigators, Mike
Stanmore, took me home to meet his partner. They were
as fascinated by my circumcised penis as I was by
their intact ones. I then learned that 23rd Century
medical techniques were able provide me with a clone
of my original foreskin. Anticipating that my partner
John might soon be following me, we awaited his
arrival.
     It took several days for John to show up, during
which I underwent grafting of my newly cloned
foreskin. The surgery was painless and quick-healing,
and when John arrived he was surprised and gratified
to see the new me. It didn't take long for him to
decide to remain in the 23rd Century, and Mike
Stanmore invited him to the home he shared with Steve
Shapiro, his partner. This led to a very revealing
session of mutual exploration and hot sex, after which
John asked about having a foreskin cloned onto his
penis.

      The next morning Mike borrowed Steve's vehicle,
more spacious than his own two-seater, to drive us
downtown to his office. We went to see Dr. Eddy again
to arrange an appointment for John with Dr. Simmons.
The doctor was immediately available, and we walked
the short distance to his office in the hospital. The
receptionist told us that the doctor would see us in a
couple of minutes, and while we waited John asked Mike
a question that also had occurred to me:
      "Where does the light for the room come from? I
don't see any windows, and I don't see any lamps."
      "It comes from the walls. It's like the old
"Indiglo" that they used to illuminate LCD watches in
the dark back in the old days."
      "You mean light panels are built into the
walls?" I asked.
      "No, not panels," Mike answered. "It's the
paint. The paint glows when you pass an electric
current through it." At this point Dr. Simmons opened
the door and beckoned us in.
      "Well, my clientele is increasing," he said with
a smile. "I know why you're here," he said to John. He
motioned John to the examining table and we watched as
John climbed onto it and pulled up his robe.
      "I like to dress commando," he said with an
embarrassed smile.
      "A lot of people do, including myself," replied
the doctor. "Now let's look at your penis." He picked
it up and examined the glans and the cuff of wrinkled
skin behind it.
      "I think either you weren't cut very tightly or
you've been doing some skin expansion on your own," he
said as he tested the elasticity of John's cuff of
shaft skin. He pulled it forward and it slid smoothly
over the rim of John's mushroom head.
      "I'd been stretching for months," John replied.
"I always hated being cut and I wanted my foreskin
back in the worst way."
      "Back then it wasn't popular to want your
foreskin back," I contributed. "Some people even tried
to say we were crazy."
      "Well, you don't have to worry about that now,"
said Dr. Simmons. A foreskin is the norm today. Do you
know that circumcision's illegal?"
      "Yes, I learned that last night," John replied.
"I'm glad of that. I'm even happier that you can give
me my own foreskin back. It seems like a miracle to
me."
      "Yes we can. Now I'm going to scrape the inside
of your cheek with this plastic spoon to harvest a few
skin cells. That will serve as the basic material from
which we'll grow you a new cloned foreskin, identical
to the one you would have had if you hadn't been
circumcised." Dr. Simmons inserted the blue plastic
spoon into John's mouth and a few seconds later
removed it, placing it in a transparent plastic bag.
      "Jack said it took a couple of days to grow
his," John commented.
      "Yes, and it'll take about an hour to graft it
on to your penis. We use general anesthesia, and it
won't be painful at all. After that it's going to take
a couple of days to heal completely, and you'll be
able to play with your new penis all you wish."
      "I've already stretched my skin to cover the
rim. Will that affect anything?" John asked
      "Yes it will, and perhaps to your advantage.
Have you thought of how long a foreskin you'd like? We
can grow one exactly like the original, or we can make
it longer or shorter. If you want, we can remove the
excess shaft skin for a perfect match."
      "Oh, no, I want all the length I can get!" John
exclaimed.
      "I thought you would," the doctor chuckled.
"Long foreskins seem to be the rage these days. Now
would you like it snug or loose? I can use steroids to
give you a little slack if you wish."
      "I'd like it snug, just like Jack's. I think
he's got the perfect foreskin, nice and tight, with a
nipple at the end."
     "I think we can manage that," the doctor replied.
"Of course, your foreskin will have a slightly
different shape than Jack's, because your glans is
different from his. It's shorter and blunter, and your
corona doesn't flare like his, although it's pretty
prominent."
      "That sounds perfect, Doctor. I guess you'll
contact me when my new foreskin's ready, or should I
call you?"
      "I'll do the same thing as last time, call you
at Mike's number, if that's okay with Mike." Mike
nodded, and John got up from the table. We left to go
back to the police office and when we got there
Wallace was waiting for us.
      "What's up, Frank?" Mike asked.
      "I came back at 10 last night to check the
locker where we'd put John's remote control unit. It's
gone."
      "That was fast," Mike commented. Turning to John
he asked:
      "Did they tell you that they'd be pulling you
back that fast?"
      "No, they didn't tell me anything," John said.
      "What do you think's going on?" Wallace asked
me.
      "I don't know," I replied. "Maybe they're
getting very concerned back there. Maybe they just
wanted to use John to sneak a peek, and then pull him
back and debrief him."
      "Think they'll send anyone else?" Wallace
persisted.
      "I just can't tell," I said. "I don't know the
way they think."
      "I hope they just give up," John said fervently.
"I know for sure I don't want to go back and I hope
they don't find a way to drag me back."
      "Did you ever hear them say they could snatch
someone from the future without using the remote
control?" Mike asked me and John.
      "No, I'm sure I never heard anything like that,"
I said. "That doesn't prove they can't, but since they
told me to be sure to keep the remote on me at all
times, I think they need that to retrieve anyone from
the future."
     "All right," said Wallace. "I'm going to check
with the Chief. I'll be back." We sat down in the
office and awaited his return. John seemed fretful.
      "I don't like this at all. What if they just
keep sending people through. This might become a real
problem."
      "It would be a real problem for us," said Mike.
I voiced my thoughts:
      "I'm worried about what orders any newcomers
might have. The government back in our time was pretty
weird. Maybe they'll decide to send someone with
orders to kill us or something. They were pretty up
tight about security. I don't know for sure what was
in back of the time travel project. I feel there might
have been some hidden agenda." At this point Wallace
came back into the room.
      "I spoke with Chief Dexter about this. He's
going to have surveillance cameras covering the street
where you two showed up, and he wants both of you to
sit in the monitoring room to watch for someone who
suddenly appears, or someone you recognize."
      "This is a long shot," I said. "They might
insert someone at a different point. Maybe they
figured the original location's dangerous somehow.
Let's say if they think the street's buried under a
landfill, or maybe there's a big crater underneath."
      "Yes, we know it's a long shot, but we'll have
it covered some other ways. Since you two arrived,
we've worked up a profile for future time travelers.
They'll probably be dressed like you, and carry back
packs. Also, your haircuts are subtly different from
the one we wear today. Close, but different. We'll
alert all hotels and restaurants to watch for anyone
that fits this profile."
      "There might be something else you can look
for," I suggested. "Back in our time there were
microwave scanners being developed for police and
security officers. These could penetrate clothing to
search for weapons. One major problem was that they
let the officer see the person as if he had no clothes
on. That was a privacy issue that kept these things
from being generally adopted. Now if you've got
anything like that today, you could use it to scan
people on the street to see if they're circumcised.
You said nobody's circumcised today."
      "Nobody, except for religious fundamentalists
and terrorists," said Wallace. "We do have these at
airports, to scan people coming in from other
countries, and yes, we check if they're circumcised.
That's routine."
      "Well, that's the solution, then," exclaimed
John, who suddenly seemed much happier.
      "What if they send a female?" asked Mike. Nobody
had an answer to that, and we sat in silent
contemplation for many minutes.
      "Look, we're not going to do any good sitting
around," said Wallace. "I'm going to get the
surveillance cameras set up with their feeds coming
into one observation room. The Chief and I calculated
that with remote cameras we can cover a lot more
ground that having you guys standing out on the street
all day. Between the two of you, I think you can cover
at least a dozen cameras apiece, and that's going to
let us cover several streets. Now take the rest of the
day off, and come in tomorrow at eight. I'll have at
least two or three cameras set up by then and a room
assigned for you to monitor them." We left with mixed
feelings, happy not to have to worry about the problem
for the rest of the day, and anxious about what
tomorrow might bring.
      Once inside Steve and Mike's home, we undressed.
John and I had easily adapted to their casual nudity,
as we practiced it when we'd been alone together in
that far-off time. Steve wasn't home yet, and we sat
on the couch to watch the TV news. John sat between
Mike and me. The TV set was a wafer-thin panel
measuring about three feet by four set against a wall.
Our thighs touched as we sat side by side, providing a
feeling of comfort that we all craved.
      John and I saw that the quality of TV news had
improved in 200 years. There was no longer the
"talking head;" Instead, the narration was off-camera,
and the content was mainly political and economic
news, not the mind-numbing parade of shootings,
stabbings, and celebrity scandals.
      "I guess the educational level of the people has
improved over the years," I surmised.
      "Yeah, it has," said Mike. "Today everybody goes
to college. Even basic schools have improved. They're
serious about kids learning something now. Parents are
more concerned too. Not anyone can have a kid. The
birth rate's strictly controlled and you have to score
a certain point on an IQ test to get a government
permit to have a child. That means better parents, and
the government helps out by having every licensed
parent attend parenting classes."

      "Are there any unauthorized births?" John asked.
      "Yes, but very few," answered Mike.
"Unauthorized kids are not a problem. We manage to
absorb them into the system. When they go through the
educational system, they can have kids of their own if
they score high enough."
      "How do you keep the birth rate down?" I asked.
      "That's not a problem either. Back in what we
call the bad old days, having kids was a prestige
thing among certain cultures. Some people considered a
man who had a dozen kids to be really virile. Others
had many kids because their religions prohibited birth
control. We've outgrown that today. Not that many
people want kids any more."
      "Then you don't have much of a problem with
unwanted children," John concluded.
      "That's right, and it's a healthy thing too.
Today, almost every kid knows that he was wanted, not
just born by accident."
      "That's much better," John said. "I knew a few
guys who knew that they'd been born because their
mother spread her legs for some guy she met in a bar."
      "You don't seem to have much crime," I
commented. "At least, they don't show it on TV."
      "Oh, we still have crime, but it's rarely
violent crime. Human nature doesn't change much, but
people are smarter. They know that they can steal more
by economic crime than by sticking up a store or
mugging an old lady. The penalties for property crimes
are less, too, and they don't face as much of a risk."
      "Do you still have capital punishment?" asked
John.
      "No, that was abolished long ago. We don't need
it. Hardly anyone gets murdered today. That's why we
don't bother with gun control laws either. Any adult
can buy a gun. If he wants to carry it concealed, he
applies for a permit. That's all."
      The physical contact was getting us all aroused,
and we snuggled closer to each other. My arm was
around John's shoulder, and John was fingering Mike's
prick, working the foreskin slowly up and down the
mushroom shaped head. I felt my penis swelling as I
watched the action. Then Steve came in.
      "Hey, you started without me!" he shouted. "You
that horny?" he laughed.
      "There's room for you on the couch," Mike said.
"Come sit on my lap."
      "No, I don't want to cramp John's style. He
seems to be having a good time playing with your
cock."
      "Anyway, you've got to prepare dinner," Mike
said.
      "Does he do all the cooking?" I asked.
      "Most of it," Mike answered. "I can cook too,
but Steve loves to cook, and I love eating his
cooking." As he spoke we saw Steve throw off his robe
and put on his apron. He then announced to us:
      "Okay, guys, here's tonight's menu: Spare ribs,
baked beans, salad, and fresh sourdough bread." This
sounded very good to me, and I asked:
      "Is this all real, or is any of it vegetarian or
synthetic?"
      "Well, the salad is vegetarian. The ribs are
pork." We trooped into the kitchen after Mike, who
went to fix us all drinks.
      "How long do you guys want us to stay with you?"
he asked. "I feel a little uncomfortable, mooching
food off you." I'd been wondering the same thing.
      "As long as you like, said Steve. Mike nodded
assent. "Don't worry about mooching. We both earn much
more than we need, and we love to share. Anyway, we've
never met anyone like you two." He went over to John
and hugged him, and John kissed him on the mouth. Mike
hugged me, pressing his lips against mine.
      "We don't want you to leave unless you really
want to," he murmured into my ear. "This place is
really big enough for all of us. Of course, if you two
want your own bedroom, we have a couple of spare
rooms. One of them's set up as a guest room." He let
go of me to finish fixing the drinks, and we sat
around the kitchen table while we filled Steve in on
the day's happenings.
      "Fascinating," Steve commented after we'd
finished. "I just hope they don't succeed in taking
you back in time. I know we'd miss you very much.
After all, you two are the only circumcised guys we've
ever met."
      "Jack isn't circumcised," Mike reminded him.
      "Oh, shit, my short-term memory is going," Steve
laughed. He then got up to begin preparing the food.
      "I haven't seen anybody with glasses," John
said.
      "Glasses?" mused Mike. "Oh, you mean eyeglasses.
Nobody needs them. If anybody's vision needs
correcting the can clone new lenses and the surgery to
install them takes ten minutes." Steve was busy at the
stove but turned and said:
      "Today we all look younger than people did in
your time. How old would you say I am? He appeared to
be about my age, or John's.
     "In your thirties?" I proposed.
      "I'm twice that old. So is Mike. Surprised?" I
was.
      "Modern medicine keeps us looking young. The
average lifespan today is about 150 years," said Mike.
John and I were both astonished, although it seemed
very logical.
      "Okay, ready to eat?" asked Steve as he set the
table and brought over plates of food. We dug in with
gusto, enjoying his splendid cooking. There wasn't
much conversation as we ate. Afterward, we followed
Steve and Mike into the bedroom.
      "Ever do Princeton?" John asked them.
      "What's that?" asked Mike. John explained what
it was and Steve asked:
      "Why is it called Princeton? Did they name it
after the guy who invented it?"
      "No, it's named after Princeton University.
Supposedly college kids did it to each other when they
couldn't find a girl for sex," I explained. "Want to
try it?" Both Mike and Steve nodded enthusiastically,
and I fished two condoms out of my pocket.
      "It helps to use condoms," John told them. "They
prevent hair burns and catch the cream. That way we'll
avoid messing up the bed." He snuggled up close to
Steve and began pulling on the end of his foreskin,
causing Steve's prick to swell quickly, while I
stroked Mike's shorter foreskin, drawing it all the
way back and bumping his rim with it.
      "Do you have any lube?" John asked. Steve took a
plastic bottle from the bedside table and handed it to
John, who squirted a few drops inside a condom and
then drew Steve's foreskin all the way back to form a
thick fleshy collar around the neck of his prick. He
unrolled the condom over Steve's big helmet, pulling
it hard to get it over the rim and the roll of
foreskin behind the head. Then he unrolled it down to
the base of the shaft and turned onto his left side.
      "Here, slip it between my thighs," he said as he
lifted his right leg. Steve got into position and
inserted his prick between John's thighs.
      "How do you want me to stroke you?" Steve asked.
"Dry, pulling the loose skin over your rim, or do you
want me to lube your cock?"
      "I like it better lubed," John replied, and
Steve applied some lubricant to John's prick and began
to massage it in as he started thrusting.
      "I'd like to watch them for awhile before we
start," Mike said to me as he moved closer and began
caressing my prick, moving the foreskin in long
strokes. I continued to bump his rim with his hood.
      "Like that?" I asked.
      "Oh, yeah, just go slowly so you don't make me
come too soon." We continued to stroke each other's
pricks as we watched Steve and John pleasuring each
other.
      "My cock's pretty sensitive," Steve said. "I'll
probably come before you do." He picked up the pace on
John's prick while continuing to thrust at about the
same rhythm. It was obvious that they were extremely
turned onto each other.
      I felt Mike's other arm around my shoulders as
he worked my cock-hood up and down. It was impossible
to avoid being aroused by our closeness and mutual
stroking.
      Steve's face was turning red and he began
breathing heavily. John, too, was obviously very
aroused from the pumping of Steve's hand on his
well-lubricated prick, and I hoped that they would
have simultaneous orgasms. I felt my glans hardening
as Mike continued to work my foreskin, although he was
going very slowly. Mike's glans glistened in the soft
room light, and I knew he was very aroused as well.
      Although Mike was using only two fingers, the
sensations were intense. The combination of the new
foreskin and the cream the doctor had given me to use
on my glans had produced a lot of sensitivity I never
had before. I felt the slightest friction in my
helmet, and as Mike moved my foreskin up and down my
glans, I felt the nerve endings inside my new hood
stretching deliciously. Mike must have been aware of
this, for he was very careful in stimulating me, to
avoid making me come too quickly.
      Steve was thrusting hard now, unable to hold
back, and we heard him begin to grunt in his
excitement. His fist flew over John's hot hard prick,
and now we saw John close his eyes as he withdrew into
himself. John's scrotum was drawn up tightly against
his body, as was Steve's. Both Steve and John were
grunting and I knew that orgasm was not far off. Mike
suddenly pulled away from me to get a towel from the
bathroom, and by the time he got back, John's glans
was dark purple, oozing lubricant copiously, and I
knew he was on the edge.
      "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" we heard Steve grunt as his
hips thrust in the frenzy of orgasm. A second later,
John's grunts matched Steve's in loudness and tempo as
the first stream of juice shot from the end of his
dark throbbing glans into the towel that Mike was
holding in front of him. Their bodies strained against
each other in the mindless struggle of orgasm as they
pumped their fluids wildly amid their cries of joyful
agony.
     Steve's body gave half a dozen more thrusts and
then he was still, his fist still twisting over John's
swollen mushroom head. White cream oozed from John's
distended orifice, adding to the puddle on the towel,
until he was still. I turned to Mike:
      "Okay, which position you want?"
      "I'd like to go between your legs," he said.
"I'll stroke your new foreskin. I know you really
enjoy that, since it's a novelty to you." I lubed the
inside of the condom. Then I pulled his foreskin all
the way back to bare his swollen mushroom and unrolled
the condom down his shaft. Now I lay on my left side
on the other side of the bed from Steve and John, and
lifted my right thigh, feeling him ease in behind me
as he slipped his hard prick between my thighs. Now he
put the towel in front of me. As I lowered my thigh I
felt his warm fingers close around my stiff prick,
gently working the long foreskin over my swollen
helmet in long strokes. My penis had become so
sensitive since my new hood had been grafted on that I
was rapidly approaching the edge.
      I felt his big mushroom tip nudge my tight
scrotum each time he thrust forward. He went slowly at
first, aware of how excited he was and trying to make
it last, and I was a bit concerned he'd make me come
first because I felt my hot swollen glans going into
its final swelling and a tickling feeling begin on its
entire surface. Now I reached down between my thighs
and pressed a fingertip into the underside of his
swollen mushroom, feeling its hardness as I probed the
hot spot under the head.
     "Oh, I can't hold out any longer," he grunted as
my fingertip pressed his nerve endings through the
thin latex. I felt him pump my foreskin frantically as
he began thrusting into me, caught up in the hot
frenzy of anticipation. His quick strokes made my rim
tingle, and the tingling quickly spread to my entire
helmet as I began grunting with excitement.
      "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as his stomach
slapped hard against my buttocks and I felt the first
hot throb of orgasm in his mushroom tip. I knew he was
coming, and this triggered my storm. The hot tingle in
my glans exploded, and my eyes closed as I felt the
first burst of hot liquid rushing up my tube. I felt
the torrent of cream distend my orifice as it slammed
through, and I cried out helplessly at the intense
feeling. Mike thrust again, his hot tip hitting my
scrotum as he shot again, followed by another
discharge as I unloaded my cream. Mike was whipping my
foreskin back and forth along my hot throbbing glans
to draw another stream from me as he withdrew and
thrust again.
      His straining prick plunged hard between my
thighs as we both shot again, simultaneously. Suddenly
he stopped thrusting and stroking because his tip had
become super-sensitive, as mine had, and we whimpered
as we released our last discharges. Mike continued to
hug me hard as we lay together, sweating and tingling,
feeling the steady ooze of cream drooling from our hot
swollen tips.
      When I opened my eyes some time later I saw both
Steve and John looking at us. I was recovering from my
daze and I felt Mike stir behind me.
      "That was hot," John said.
      "It looked so intense," Steve added. "Your
cock's so much more sensitive now that you've got your
foreskin back. I could see that right away."
      "In a few days John will also have his new
foreskin," I remarked. "He'll feel how nice it is."
      "I'm really looking forward to that," John said.
"We saw how it worked for you, and now I want to feel
a foreskin on my cock."
      "It's hard to describe just how nice the
increased sensitivity feels," I told John. "You'll
have to find out for yourself."
      "Yeah, Jack, you're experiencing for the first
time what Steve and I have always taken for granted."
Mike hugged me tightly as he said this.
      Next day John and Mike and I reported to the new
surveillance center that Wallace and Chief Dexter had
set up in a disused conference room. The walls
opposite the long table was covered with wafer-thin TV
monitors, only a few of which were working. Two of
them showed the street where I'd first appeared, from
two different directions. Others portrayed adjacent
streets, so that we would be able to follow a new time
traveler if he appeared. We spent the entire day
looking for someone we recognized, or who appeared to
be out of place, alternating lunch breaks, but we had
no results.
      The following day we found more screens working,
showing additional streets and the arrivals hall at
New York's International Airport, and we watched them
carefully as we had the day before. When five o'clock
came, we'd had no results, and again we went home.
      There was a message for John the following
morning, asking him to come to the hospital to have
his newly cloned foreskin attached. Mike and I planned
to accompany him for moral support.



--



     We reported to the hospital and the receptionist
directed us down the hall to the preparation room,
where John stripped off his robe. The male nurse
assistant to Dr. Simmons ushered him into the bathroom
to take a shower while we waited. Dr. Simmons came in
just as John returned from his shower.
      "Can we go with him into the operating room?" I
asked.
      "No, that would impair the sterility of the
operating room," the nursing assistant declared.
	"Yes, he's right," Dr. Simmons said. "However, you
can stay with him here while we give him the
anesthesia. Once he's under, we'll wheel him into the
operating room and we'll bring him back out before he
wakes up." The nursing assistant brought in a gurney
and helped John onto it.
     "We won't use sutures as in the old days," Dr.
Simmons told John. "We use `Biobond,' which is a
tissue glue that actually becomes part of the tissues
it's attaching. This is why you won't have any scars
and you'll be healed in about 24 hours."
     "That sounds great," he said.
      "I don't think local anesthesia would be right
for this because I'd have to inject anesthetic all
around the base of your penis and that would require
several needle punctures that would leave it swollen
and blue," continued the doctor. "I'm going to put you
under general anesthesia, but not with drugs." The
nurse applied an adhesive pad to each of John's
temples as the doctor spoke. "This is electrical
anesthesia, very gentle, very effective, and it leaves
you with no hangover or after-effects. A
high-frequency current just puts you to sleep and when
I turn it off you'll wake up right away."
"We're going to have you on oxygen too, as a
precaution," he continued as the nurse put a mask over
John's nose and mouth. The doctor flipped a switch on
the electrical anesthesia unit and John's eyes closed.
They wheeled John into the operating room and left
Mike and me to wait. Over an hour later they brought
john back in and the doctor turned off the anesthesia
machine. John awoke immediately, without any
grogginess or disorientation, and asked:
      "Is it over? How did it go?"
      "It's all over and it went perfectly," the
doctor replied. "Want to look at it?" We clustered
around and saw John's penis wrapped in a transparent
bandage, a thick bulge where skin now covered the
mushroom tip. The end of his new foreskin formed a
nipple beyond his glans.
     "I don't feel any pain," he said.
     "You should not feel any pain at all. Jack didn't
feel any pain at all, either."
      "Well, that's a lot better than when I was
circumcised as a baby. Doctors didn't use any
anesthesia when they circumcised babies back then."
      "You're right," I added. "You saw how easy it
was for me. You'll heal quickly and be back in action
in a couple of days."

      "The bandage can come off in a few hours,"
Doctor Simmons continued. "Meanwhile, don't move or
stretch your new foreskin in any way. If you have to
urinate just let go through your hood and don't try to
skin back. Then just blot any residue with some toilet
paper. Jack can help you if you need any help. After
all, his was done just last week."
      "I still have a lot of that retinoic acid
cream," I volunteered. "Is it okay for John to use
some of mine?"
      "Oh, yes, of course," the doctor answered. "You
can show him how to use it."
      "Can he go now?" I asked the doctor.
      "Yes, you can take him home," he replied. John
put on his robe and we went back to the surveillance
room.
      "I don't think you'll need any bed rest," I
advised him as we sat on one side of the table to
watch the screens on the opposite wall. "After my
surgery I felt good enough to go on stake-out with
Mike for the rest of the day." We continued to watch
the screens, but saw nothing familiar or suspicious. A
couple of hours later, John said he had to pee.
      "Go with him, Jack," Mike said. "I'll stay here
to watch the screens." We went to the bathroom down
the hall and John lifted his robe and stood at the
urinal.
      "Remember, don't even try to skin it back," I
cautioned. "Just pee through your hood and wipe the
end afterward." John's stream splattered out of his
foreskin nozzle and he stood closer to ensure that it
all went into the urinal. When he'd finished I handed
him a wad of toilet paper and he began to dab at the
dripping orifice of his new hood.
      "You can squeeze it a little, but don't stretch
the skin. Tonight you can take the bandage off." John
gently squeezed his penis and followed up by milking
the last drops from his urethra, catching the drips
with the toilet paper. Finally, he was satisfied that
he'd caught it all and let down his robe.
      "That felt strange," he said. "When I started to
pee I felt the hot liquid going all around my glans.
I'd never felt anything like that before."
      "That's just one of the things you'll find
during the next couple of days. Wait until you skin it
back in a couple of days. That feeling when you
stretch the foreskin back over your big head will be
awesome. Feeling that skin stretch, with all its nerve
endings, is a real turn-on."
      "I can hardly believe it," he commented. "I've
got a new foreskin, the real thing, and I can hardly
see any scars. My cock looks bulkier, too, with that
new hood."
      "Oh, yes, yours is healing fast," I said. "Mine
did too, you saw. I like the extra bulk. Mine has a
nice thick foreskin, and that makes it bulkier." We
went back to the surveillance room, where more screens
were now active.
	"Damn! I'm getting weary," Mike said to nobody in
particular. "Can you take over for a couple of minutes
while I just close my eyes?" He leaned back in his
chair and John and I studied the screens carefully,
watching people walking past the cameras but not
recognizing anyone. After a few minutes Wallace came
into the room.
      "Aha! Caught you sleeping on the job!" he said
jokingly to Mike. "I've got some news for you," he
went on. "The Chief assigned a couple of new
investigators to the case. They'll be here in a few
minutes. When they arrive, you brief them on what or
who to look for, and they'll work the night shift. We
want 24-hour surveillance, and you guys need some rest
at night." With a wave, he turned and left.
      "That's good," Mike commented. "I was wondering
if they were going to set up a 24-hour detail." A few
minutes later two men entered the room, dressed in
jumpsuits as Mike and I were. Neither carried a gun,
and I asked about this.
      "They're not going to need guns in here," Mike
said. "Most cops today don't carry guns, except when
there's something exceptional happening. Wallace and I
put on our guns when we responded to the call about
you because you had a gun, and we didn't know what to
expect. By the way, this is Jerry Allen," he said,
pointing to the tall blond man, "and this is Marty
Stroh," pointing to the other one. "John and Jack,
here." We stood up and shook hands with the newcomers,
and then we sat down to brief them on our search. By
this time it was almost five and we got ready to
leave.
      At home, we stripped down again while Mike fixed
our drinks, and I retrieved my tube of cream from the
bedroom. Mike and Steve watched as I instructed John
on its use:
      "Here, just let me squirt a little bit inside
your new foreskin," I said as I carefully grasped his
penis, holding the nipple of his foreskin against the
tube. I squeezed gently and began massaging the
foreskin over his glans to spread the cream.
      "Will that really make my tip more sensitive?"
he asked.
      "Oh, yes, it did mine. Since you were
circumcised, the mucus membrane on your glans
thickened to become more like skin," I explained.
"That's called keratinization, and that's what dulled
the sensitivity of your glans. As long as it was
exposed and dry, there wasn't much possible to improve
it. Now, with a foreskin to keep your tip permanently
covered, we can peel off that dead layer of cells, and
the nerve endings will be closer to the surface."

	End of Part 3