Date: Tue, 29 Mar 2005 07:31:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Electro with Bud, Adult Friends, 1/1

Electro With Bud
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Ken, Bud, and I had had two days of very satisfying
sex, and when we awoke on the third day the subject of
electro-sex came up during breakfast. Ken and I had
experienced electro-sex together, and Bud told us he
had once experimented with a friend. I told Bud that I
had a control box and an assortment of electrodes, and
as Ken had something else to do that morning, I
suggested that Bud accompany me to my house for a
session of experimentation.
As I was driving, I put one hand in Bud's lap for a
moment.
"That gives me a tingle in my penis," he said.
"That was the idea. I've got a tingle even without
your touching me." Bud took the cue, and as I put my
hand back on the wheel, he gently caressed the bulge
in my pants. It didn't take long for him to get me
half-hard, but then we pulled up into my driveway.
Inside, we went to my bedroom and within a minute we'd
stripped off our clothes.
Bud was about 50, a few years older than Ken and me,
and standing five-six, he was also shorter than our
six feet. However, his erection was close to seven
inches, Ken's was somewhat shorter, while mine was an
even six from pubic bone to the end of the glans. Our
tips were all helmets, with high flaring rims, but
while mine and Ken's were purple, bud's was pink. The
big difference between us was that Ken and I had long
foreskins that covered the heads even with erections,
but Bud's helmet was always bare, with a thick
circular scar ring behind the rim.
Another difference was in our ball-sacs. Mine was
tighter than his low-hangers. Bud's sac would always
tighten when he approached orgasm, as did Ken's.
You've got low-hangers," I commented as soon as we
were naked.
"So does Ken, although he's a few years younger than I
am."
"Mine have always been tight," I said. "Ever since I
was a kid. Some guys think low-hangers are very
attractive."
"You don't?" he asked.
"I'm neutral. I don't care one way or the other.
You've got the edge, though, for those who like them."
"Yes, but there's a disadvantage, though. Mine were
always loose inside a large sac, but as I've gotten
older my scrotum's become longer, and now they look
like they're sagging. The sag will increase with age.
Remember I'm 50, a few years older than you and Ken."
"I'd noticed yours hang lower than Ken's. Does that
bother you?"
"A bit," he replied. "I knew a man who had a scrotum
even looser than mine. He was a couple of years older,
and it really bothered him. He went to a plastic
surgeon to have his scrotum tightened."
"You mean like a tummy tuck?" I asked.
"Exactly. The surgeon removed some scrotal skin to
lift his sac. He was very happy with the result."
"Thinking of getting it done to you?"
"No, not at all. I don't want to undergo surgery for a
purely cosmetic result. My friend had to have general
anesthesia, and that's a risk in itself. I don't want
to go under the knife for anything that's not
important. I wouldn't even want surgery to reduce the
bags under my eyes."
"I don't blame you. They don't look that bad anyway. I
wouldn't have noticed them except that you mentioned
it."
"Thanks. Now what do you have for electro-sex?"
We sat on the bed facing each other, with my
electro-sex equipment next to us. Bud was very
interested in what I had, and I explained each item to
him. The discussion proved very arousing, and before
I'd finished we were both rock-hard in anticipation.
Bud commented on this, in his precise English, for he
was a professor of English literature at the local
university:
"I suspect that you can attain a really intense orgasm
with this method," he said. "The one time I tried it,
I was totally disoriented by my climax."
"You're right," I assured him. "You don't touch your
penis at all. The electronic pulses do all the work."
"I've always been concerned that I don't get all the
sexual feeling I would have if my foreskin were
intact." Ken and I had been aware from the start that
Bud envied our foreskins very much, and we'd seen that
he enjoyed playing with them, stretching and twisting
them, slipping his tongue inside to tickle our slits,
and pumping them over our flaring helmets.
"I know that although the nerve endings in my foreskin
are gone forever, the nerves leading to them are
intact, and last time I felt that the current
stimulated them so that I received as intense an
orgasm as if I hadn't been circumcised," he went on.
"I'm really eager to try it with you." I clasped his
penis, pulling forward on his shaft skin but it had no
slack at all.
"You're very tight. Can you pull the skin up over your
rim without it hurting?" I asked.
"No, I was cut tightly as a baby. That was the fashion
at the time, a tight cut. That's why I usually use
lubricant or a vibrator for masturbation. You and Ken
are lucky, not being clipped."
"Yes, we really enjoy our foreskins," I said. "I heard
that it's possible to get your foreskin back with
plastic surgery. You ever hear of that?"
"Yes, a few years ago. However badly I feel about
having had my foreskin removed without my consent, I
still wouldn't take the risk of surgery. In any case,
even if you survive the surgery without any
complications, the results aren't all that good. I saw
one man who'd had that done. The surgeon had grafted
scrotal skin to form a new foreskin, and it was much
darker than his shaft skin, and there was a scar ring
around his penis at the juncture of the shaft skin and
the graft. I thought that was a poor result."
"Plus paying a doctor to do it. That must cost an arm
and a leg."
"You're right about the cost. This fellow had four
operations, and the total was about $20,000, including
the surgeon's fees and hospital bills. Add to that the
time off from work, and the travel, and it's even
more."
"Oh, he didn't have it done locally?" I asked.
"No, he had to fly to Texas. A total of four trips
cost him a lot in airline fares. Considering how
uncomfortable airline travel has become, the prospect
doesn't appeal to me at all. I'll just make do with
what I have."
"Well, I think you're right. Your cock doesn't look
bad, even without skin."
"You've got a really handsome penis, with the straight
shaft and big helmet. Yours is one of the few I've
seen with the meatus pouting like mine, forming a
teardrop shaped orifice."
"I think yours looks nice, a lot like mine. A little
bigger, though."
"Most men's cocks are handsome, circumcised or
otherwise," he said. "Without a foreskin, the glans is
always on display, but the shapes of yours and Ken's
show through the skin. In any event, I can always
strip you back to see the precious head."
"Okay, "I'll hook you up now," I said. "First, I think
we'll begin with your penis. "I've got this custom
made electrode I fabricated from conductive epoxy, and
it's shaped like a little helmet. I'll tape this
helmet to your helmet. I'll use Micropore tape so that
it won't hurt when we peel the tape off later." The
electric helmet was a round cap that fit perfectly
over the round front dome of my glans, and as his was
so similar to mine in size and shape, it was a perfect
fit for him too.
"I'll put a squirt of this conductive jelly into the
helmet for good contact. Now I'll use these two strips
of tape. I've got a lot of jelly under the cap, and
I'm going to tape it loosely, so that when you come,
there'll be room for the juice to leak out under the
cap." Jelly oozed from around the rim of the cap as I
taped it to his glans.
"Now for the other contact I'll use this electrode
that I'll place against your anus. Roll over, please."
I put a few drops of jelly on the electrode and placed
it deep between his cheeks. "Now I'll connect the two
clips and plug the lead into the control box."
"Let me do you now," he said. "I'll put the electrode
against your anus first. Now a little jelly, and there
it is." I felt the electrode, wet with cold jelly,
slip between my cheeks until it was firmly against my
anus. "I suppose this will conduct the current right
through our prostates, right?"
"Yes, right. Now I'm ready for the other one."
"Okay, you said you like the flexible plastic loop
behind your corona. First, I'll have to strip you
back. I know you like to feel your foreskin stretched
over your glans slowly, so here goes." He worked my
foreskin back part-way, then pulled it forward again
as I sighed in delight. The sensation of my foreskin's
nerve endings stretching as it expanded over my glans
was very arousing.
"Feels good," I said.
"Believe, me, I enjoy playing with your foreskin as
much as you enjoy having it played with. I can imagine
what it feels like to have the nerve endings
stretched." He pushed my foreskin half-way back to
reveal my round front dome, then engulfed my glans
with it once more. "Now to stretch it farther, right
until it reaches your corona." He pushed my foreskin
back until it was almost dropping off my rim into the
groove behind it, then pulled it forward.
"Now all the way, pushing your foreskin right black,
slowly, slowly, and there it goes, snapping into the
groove." He picked up the tube of jelly and pulled
back harder on my shaft skin. "I'll squirt a few drops
into your groove, and then work it in with my finger."
As he held my foreskin back with one hand, he spread
the jelly around my groove with a fingertip, sending
delicious sensations into my penis.
"Now that you're all wet with jelly, I'll slip the
loop into your sulcus." I felt the loop slip over the
head and tighten in my groove, and then he let go of
my foreskin and it slipped forward to cover the
electrode loop, hugging the rim of my glans. "Now I'll
connect the clips, and we'll be ready."
"Thanks, Bud. Now I'll turn the control box on to its
lowest setting. Can you feel that?"
"Yes, it's a very pleasant tingle. I feel it
especially at the end of my glans and in my anus. You
can turn it up a bit." I did so, and he commented:
"That's very nice. Can you turn the control to
"pulse?" I did so, changing the current from steady to
a series of evenly-spaced pulses about half a second
apart.
"How's that?"
"That feels very good. It feels like a hand is
squeezing my penis with each pulse. I know the pulses
are making the autonomic muscle in my shaft skin
contract. What's it doing for you?"
"I feel the foreskin tightening in the neck of my
penis with each pulse. It's like I'm being squeezed
around the neck. Let's lie down now. We might fall
over when the orgasm hits."
"You're right. I'm just thrashing around during
orgasm. You'd told me once that if you're standing,
orgasm makes your knees buckle."
"Yeah, that happened to me once when I used a
vibrator. I was standing at the sink so that I'd shoot
right into it, and when I started coming, my knees did
buckle. I was leaning against the bathroom counter, so
I didn't fall over, but it was intense." Bud lay down
as I was speaking, and I joined him.
We lay side by side, the control box between us and
the wires over our bodies. I spread a towel over his
stomach and another one over mine.
"You're very fastidious," he said. "You think of
everything, even towels to catch our ejaculations."
"Yeah, it's hard to clean it out of the hairs,
especially after it dries." I turned up the power.
"See that red button next to the plug for your leads?
If you want to stop the current for any reason, if it
gets uncomfortable, just push that button."
"I might do that," he replied. "I want to watch your
ejaculations, so if we get close, I'll interrupt the
power to me so that I don't go over the edge the same
time you do. Just let me know when you're getting
close."
"I will. Now hang on. I'm going to turn it up a bit."
As I twisted the power knob, I saw that our penises
began to twitch.
"That sensation feels really good. I can feel my penis
jerking with each pulse. The c
urrent's making my crotch muscles contract."
"Mine too. Now for a little more power. That still
okay?"
"Oh, yessss..." he muttered. "That's just heavenly. Can
you increase it more?" I did, and our penises jerked
harder, bobbing up and down with each pulse.
"Your head's turning from pink to red," I said. "This
is really reaching you. Your rim's really expanding,
too."
"I can feel my scrotum tightening as well," he said.
"Yeah, I see that. I think you're ahead of me." I
turned the power knob another increment and our
penises bobbed harder, the big helmets lifting with
each pulse.
"Maybe. Your helmet's turning darker purple." I felt
my glans engorge further, filling with more blood as
my excitement mounted. Each pulse brought a heavy
squeeze to my shaft and neck as the skin on my penis
contracted. I increased the power again.
"Still with me? Everything okay?"
"Oh, yessss... My penis feels so swollen, so hard..."
"I think you'll be there before me. When you start to
come, I'll push my red button so I can watch you." I
twisted the power knob again. Bud's penis was jerking
hard, as mine was, and his tip turned deep red. His
helmet was so engorged with blood the surface had
turned shiny. I saw his eyes closing, and I knew he
was right on the edge. I turned up the power slightly
and pressed my red button. My contractions stopped
instantly, but his penis continued to jerk. Clear
fluid oozed from beneath the edge of the electrode
cap.
"HAH! HAH! HAH!" he cried out as the orgasm hit him
like a hurricane. His hips bucked and a gush of white
cream flowed from under the cap, running down over the
straining head and shaft. He cried out again and
another flow of white lava poured out. His head rocked
from side to side as the fury of his orgasm wracked
his body, and more fluid gushed. Watching him fueled
my excitement, but I forced myself to relax and I
avoided coming at that moment.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" His cries continued as the pulses
forced jet after jet from his straining cock-root. He
was more than half-way through his orgasm, as I judged
from having seen him come previously, and I didn't
want to over-stimulate him, so I dropped the power
slightly.
Bud's body continued to jerk and twitch as his penis
bobbed in time to the pulses, but now less fluid was
flowing, and I reduced the power a bit more. When I
saw him begin to relax, I dropped the power even more,
leaving just enough to make his penis twitch slightly,
as I knew this would prolong the pleasant feelings
pervading his body.
Bud finally opened his eyes, a haggard expression on
his face, as a result of the intensity of the orgasm.
He was still dazed, and I unplugged the lead on his
side, releasing my red button and turning up the power
for myself. The hot pulses stabbed my prick with their
intensity, and I gasped loudly.
"That was terrific, very intense," he summarized for
me. "I was really carried away."
"Yeah, I saw it all," I answered. "It was beautiful to
watch. Your prick was throbbing hard, and the cream
ran all the way down your prick."
"Especially since you knew exactly what I was feeling.
Now I want to watch you. You ready to go?"
"Oh, yes, just let me turn up the power."
"Your penis is jerking like mine did. I'm sure you
feel your anus contracting as well." I nodded
affirmatively and he continued:
"I want to watch the beauty of your orgasm, and since
your glans is unencumbered by a cap, I'll be able to
see every jet." He reached down and twisted the power
knob, and the sudden surge made me gasp hard as my
crotch tightened sharply.
"No matter how much you try to relax, the pulses will
make you shoot. Your helmet is so dark now, and your
penis is bobbing so hard..." Each pulse felt like a
bolt of lightning, flashing down my cock and through
my prostate, making my crotch muscles jerk. I felt the
tension building fast and I was moments away from the
peak. My eyes closed.
"You just secreted a drop of lubricant. Your corona's
swollen even more, and it's really dark purple. You're
right there." I felt a more powerful surge of current,
because Bud must have increased the power, tensing my
body and dragging me towards the edge as the rhythmic
squeezing around my penis intensified. I felt his
fingers closing around my sac as the first hard throb
hit me.
"You're there," he cried excitedly as my first howl
burst from my lips and my crotch muscles began
pounding in orgasm. The first burning jet coursed
through my penis and slammed through my opening.
"You're shooting," I heard him say in the distance as
my penis jerked again with a hard throb, sending
another gush of hot lava up my shaft. I was writhing
and moaning, helpless as the orgasm swept through me,
and I tumbled into the free-fall of orgasm. Time
stopped for me, and my mind went on "HOLD" as the
orgasm ripped through me.
Hot jets as well as hot electric pulses shot through
my jerking cock, and I howled at the intensity of the
feelings. My cock was exploding, and I was helpless to
prevent it as the sweet agony of my orgasm consumed
me. Then I felt the pulses weakening, and my jets
became less intense as my orgasm faded. I knew I
wasn't shooting anymore, but the pulses continued
through my body, making my cock and prostate twitch.
He kept the stimulation at a lower level for another
minute to prolong my pleasure. Finally, the pulses
stopped because Bud had turned off the control box.
"It was thrilling to watch your penis bobbing, and the
white jets spewing from your purple glans," he said
even before I opened my eyes. "I was holding your
helmet in my fingertips and I felt every throb. Did
you feel me holding you?"
"No," I said, looking at him. "I was so out of it, I
felt nothing but my orgasm."
"I'm not surprised. I could tell it was very intense
for you. I was watching every jet shooting from your
teardrop hole and some of them landed on your chest."
I felt my erection going down as he spoke, and saw
that his cock was completely limp.
"We drank a lot of coffee at Ken's," I said. "My
bladder's full, and as soon as my hard-on goes all the
way down I'm going to have to pee."
"Me too," he replied. "Let's get up now and go into
the bathroom."
"Good idea," I said. Once inside, Bud spoke again:
"You're still half-hard. It might take a couple of
minutes before your erection subsides enough to
unblock your bladder sphincter. Want to get into the
shower and let the hot water help?" I nodded and we
stepped into my shower enclosure, where I adjusted the
taps to the hottest water I could stand. We stood on
either side of the shower spray, letting the hot water
run over the front of our bodies, dripping off our
cocks.
"My sphincter's relaxing," Bud said as I saw a thick
yellow stream shoot from his slit. "My glans is
exposed and the hot water's hitting it directly. Want
me to skin you back?" My foreskin had rolled forward
to cover the head as my hard-on had softened, and now
Bud's skillful fingers eased it back to bare the
helmet right to the rim. As soon as the hot water
flowed over the head, my flow joined Bud's.
"I love that flaring corona. It looks really sexy."
Now Bud pulled my foreskin forward again and pinched
the end, blocking the flow and making the hood swell.
When it was fully ballooned, he let go to release a
thick gush.
"You can tell I love playing with your foreskin," he
said as he pinched it again to stop the flow. My
foreskin began ballooning while Bud's stream continued
unimpeded down to the drain. Again, he let go, and
released my flow, which joined his, swirling in a
circle before pouring down the drain. When we were
finished, we soaped each other thoroughly.
"That was really good," he explained. "I guess we both
enjoy flushing our urethras with urine after an
orgasm."
"Yeah, it's an extra thrill for me."
"You get an extra thrill because you can flush out
your foreskin," he added. The hot water rinsed the
suds from our bodies and I turned off the water.
"I'll share your towel if you don't mind," he said.
"There's no point in wetting another towel now." We
dried each other off and I pulled a squeeze bottle of
Astroglide from the medicine cabinet. With Bud
watching avidly, I pulled back my foreskin and
squirted a couple of drops into the groove behind my
helmet.
"You told me you used that," he said. "I suppose
you're usually dry down there."
Yes I am. I've never had much smegma or pre-coital
mucus, and I feel more comfortable when my tip's well
lubed."
"I can understand that," he said. "I know Ken's got a
lot of lubrication, he seeps a lot when he's excited,
and even when he's not. His glans and foreskin are
always wet. We're all different, you know, and it
seems you have very little natural lubrication."
"That's right, Bud. Although I've got a lot of
foreskin, it's usually dry, and I need to add some
artificial lube to keep me comfortable."
"Astroglide seems like a good choice. I read the
label, and know it contains glycerin. Does that give
you a warm feeling in your glans?"
"Yes it does, Bud. That glycerin doesn't only make it
slippery; it gives me a warm feeling in both the head
and the hood."
"I thought so. I've tried Astroglide for masturbation,
and it makes my shaft and glans really slippery, and I
always get a warm feeling in the head. That makes it
more erotic for me."
"I've also used it for sex," I added. I've used it to
lube a condom when I've been doing "Princeton," and
several times I've had a mutual masturbation session
with a buddy who squirted it on my tip when he was
fingering it to bring me off. It always added to the
sensations. It feels better than baby oil." I slipped
my hood forward to cover the head.
We walked out of the bathroom and went back to bed for
a well-deserved nap.

The end