Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2006 13:18:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exploring, Part 10, Adult Friends, 10/?

	We'd had a wonderful Saturday together, sharing
orgasms in several different ways. It was the last
weekend we'd share for some time, as our difficult
work schedules made it hard to synchronize our free
time. It wasn't until the following month that we were
again able to meet at my place. By this time it was
full summer, and we decided not to get into the hot
tub but remain indoors.
	"Heard you had a little excitement here," Jerry said,
alluding to what had happened only two days before.
I'd avoided telling them the full story, calculating
that I'd share it with them once they were all here so
that I wouldn't be repeating myself.
	Okay, here's what happened Thursday morning," I
began. "I was getting ready to go to work when this
tremendous explosion made my windows rattle. I ran out
and saw a pall of black smoke just to the west. I
grabbed my camera and ran. I thought it was a gasoline
truck that had overturned several streets over, but
this happened just two blocks from me." All were
looking at me intently now.
	"When I got there, I saw a white Cadillac smoking in
the street. Parts of the car had been blown down the
block. One of the cops, who knew me, said that the
driver had backed out of his driveway and then stepped
on the brake. There must have been an explosive charge
wired to the brake lights, because he went into orbit.
The charge was under the driver's seat and it blew him
through the roof. He didn't know who the driver was,
so I asked some of the neighbors. One woman told me
that the driver had been Doctor Simon, and that he was
chief of obstetrics at the hospital." I looked at
Eric, Jerry, and Chris.
	"Don't tell me..." Chris said.
	"Yes, that's right, chief of obstetrics. I'd done a
little checking a while back and found that this
hospital circumcises a higher percentage of babies
than any other in the city. I don't think the cops
have yet made any connection."
	"You were telling me about that," Chris said. "Isn't
this the hospital that sells the amputated foreskins
to bio-med firms?"
	"One and the same. I'd make a good guess at who set
that policy."
	"Fuckin' Doctor Simon," grunted Jerry.
	"Now the pattern seems totally different," I
explained. "The modus operandi has all the earmarks of
a mob hit, a pro hit man."
	"All the others were shot," mused Eric.
	"Now this one gets blown sky-high," Chris added.
	"Maybe some mobster's wife had a baby in that
hospital and this Doctor Simon clipped him against
their wishes," suggested Jerry.
	"That's the sort of mistake that blew up in his
face," laughed Chris. "What do you think, Jack?"
	"As long as we don't have a lead on who did it, one
theory's as good as another," I replied. I thought
we'd discussed enough without getting too far into
speculation, so I addressed Eric;
	"How are you doing with stretching your skin?"
	"I'm really making progress, Jack. I'm still using
the tape ring, but I think I'll be ready to use the
cone Chris gave me pretty soon."
	"Eric's been making better progress lately and I
think it's because he's been using that cream."
	"What cream?" I asked, puzzled.
	"A friend of mine just returned from Mexico, and I'd
asked him to pick up a few tubes of betamethasone for
me. I'd looked it up on the internet and found it's
used to loosen tight foreskins. It helps the skin
stretch. You can get it without a prescription in
Mexico."
	"Good thing you got it from Mexico. You wouldn't want
to go to a doctor here and ask for a prescription.
He'd want to know why you need it and you wouldn't
want to tell him that Eric's dissatisfied with his
circumcision." As I'd been speaking Eric had dropped
his pants and was now removing the tape right that
kept his shaft skin forward over his glans in a little
pucker. Without the tape, the new foreskin slid back
to reveal his slit, but kept most of the head covered.
	"Man that is progress," said Chris. You've got about
twice the length since I saw you last. Now you can
enjoy a longer stroke when you beat off."
	"You bet he can," said Jerry. I stroked Eric
yesterday and I was able to get it all the way over
the head. He said that really felt good, and he came
like gangbusters." We'd all begun to undress, and soon
we were all naked.
	"Want to put on a show for us, Eric?" I asked when we
were all in the bedroom. It was obvious he did, as
proud as he was of his new foreskin. Eric sat on the
bed, legs spread, with a towel between his thighs to
catch his cream.
	"I'll be glad to do it, but would one of you guys
take over when I start to come? I know it always feels
better if another guy's hand is on my cock when I
come."
	"I'll do it for you," Chris volunteered, and sat next
to Eric, reaching down to cup his balls. Eric was
already half-hard, and the combination of the hand
cupping his scrotum and his working the foreskin over
the glans in slow, sensual strokes brought him to full
hardness within seconds.
	"See? That's a nice helmet my son's got," Jerry
pointed out to us. "Just like his old man's, but much
bigger. Indeed, Eric's helmet was very nice, with its
blunt nose and flaring rim.
	"The whole helmet looks glossier since he's been
keeping it covered," I remarked. I saw that Eric's
scrotum was now drawn up against his body.
	"It's gotten more sensitive all over," Eric added. "I
think maybe the cream's helping make it more
sensitive."
	"It can't hurt," said Jerry. He and I were standing
in front of them, watching avidly. Jerry's hand had
drifted over to my prick and his deft fingers were
rolling the nipple of my foreskin. I'd grasped his
long foreskin overhang and was now pulling on it,
stretching it out away from his body. I knew that this
both stretched the many nerve endings and made the
foreskin slide forward over his glans.
	"I'm taking it nice and easy," Eric said as he
stroked his foreskin up and down his helmet at a slow,
almost languid pace. I knew that this wouldn't last
long as his excitement built and he began to feel a
sense of urgency. Chris was kneading his tight scrotum
gently, fueling his fire, while caressing the inside
of Eric's thigh with his other hand. Both Jerry and I
were now hard, and we changed our techniques. I slid
Jerry's foreskin back and forth over his glans, while
Jerry did the same to me. Jerry's hood was so long
that, even with full erection, his little helmet
remained covered, while he uncovered mine with every
back-stroke.
	"I like these long stroke," Eric commented. "I can
skin it all the way back and then slide it up to cover
the whole head. That's really hot."
	"You're hitting all the nerve endings in your helmet
that way," I suggested. "On the up-stroke you're
compressing the rim too." A drop of clear fluid had
appeared to part the lips of Eric's slit, to be
swallowed up as he bunched his foreskin over the end
of his blunt dome.
	"Good thing you lube a lot," Chris commented as he
continued caressing Eric. "That makes it slide
easier."
	"You'll be able to hold off longer with a lot of
lube," I added. "Also, you won't risk friction burns."
	"Hell, I got a few of those jacking dry before I got
my foreskin back, said Chris.
	"It happened to me too," I said. "The sensations
weren't that good, either." I noticed that, as I'd
anticipated, Eric had picked up his pace and tension
built in his body. I knew the feeling of urgency, and
the way tightening the muscles increased both the
tension and the urgent feeling.
	"Does having us watch make it more exciting for you?"
I asked Eric. He nodded, his jaw clenched. The
excitement was overtaking him, and he stroked faster.
His strokes weren't as long now, bringing the foreskin
up only half-way over the bulging helmet,
concentrating on his sensitive rim. More drops of
lubricant appeared at his slit, flowing down to keep
the precious head slick. Eric's eyes were fixed on his
tip, which was now turning darker. We all knew that
he'd be spiraling down into orgasm very soon.
	"You're really pumping it now," commented Chris.
"When you're ready for me to take over, you don't have
to say anything. Just drop your hand and I'll know
what you want."
	"I just love watching my son do this," Jerry muttered
to me. The scene was arousing for both of us, and our
hooded pricks stuck straight out from our bodies as we
fondled each other.
	"Go!" Eric said as his hand dropped away from his
prick. Chris immediately clasped it and began pumping
the foreskin up and down over the glossy rim the way
Eric had been doing it.
	"His rim must be really tingling now," Jerry
commented to me. "He says it gets all tingly just
before he comes." The dark dome of Eric's big helmet
was in full view, steadily seeping lubricant as we
watched his legs tense and then begin to tremble.
	"HAAAAHHHH!" Eric cried out as a long rope of white
cream erupted from his slit, shooting high into the
air. He cried out again and fell back on the bed,
shuddering in a full-body orgasm. His hips bucked as
another long stream erupted from his tip, and I knew
that Chris was feeling every throb of that beautiful
prick as it disgorged its loads. The next gush was
weaker, and Chris stopped pumping, merely pulling back
hard on the skin to expose the big purple helmet as it
throbbed and spat. Eric seeped a few more drops and
then became still. Chris let go of his prick and sat
up.
	"Thanks for giving my son such a good blast-off,"
Jerry said. "Your cock looks like it needs some
attention, so if Jack don't mind, I'll take care of
you now." He released my prick and crouched in front
of Chris, peeling back his foreskin and wrapping his
lips around the big purple mushroom that had sprung
into view. I knew that his tongue was probing the
slit, tasting the salty lubricant that Chris was
secreting, and giving Chris a thrill by lapping the
inside of his meatus.
	Chris was already very worked up from having given
Eric his orgasm, and I noticed that his balls were
tight against his body. He stared fixedly at Jerry's
head pumping up and down on his prick, and then his
eyes glazed over. Chris did not close his eyes during
orgasm the way I do, but he got a glassy stare as the
sensations built up in his body. His jaw clenched and
then he began grunting as the first shock of the
orgasm jolted him:
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as he disgorged his
first load into Jerry's throat, thrusting his hips
forward to ram his mushroom in as deeply as he could.
Eric's eyes fixed on his father's head working up and
down on the throbbing penis he was sucking, and I knew
he was getting a vicarious thrill from watching Chris
experience what he'd just gone through.
	I was slowly sliding my foreskin, my excitement
mounting from witnessing Chris getting his rocks off,
my only regret that I was unable to see each
ejaculation. Chris shuddered again and grunted as his
third discharge went into Jerry's throat, and I knew
that he was floating blissfully in the free-fall of
orgasm. He shuddered several more times and then began
to relax as Jerry removed his lips from the still
engorged prick-head. Jerry licked the glans clean and
then slid the foreskin forward to keep the head moist
and protected.
	"Want to dock with me?" Jerry asked me as he got to
his feet. "I think we're both ready to drop our loads
while these guys rest up." We arranged ourselves on
the bed in the space just vacated by Eric, who then
sat beside us to help. Jerry and I had to lie down for
this, as he's a couple of inches shorter than I and it
would have been awkward to dock standing up. Besides,
I am sure that when our orgasms hit, our knees would
have buckled.
	"Now just slip your tip in here," he said as he held
the orifice of his foreskin stretched widely to accept
my big purple helmet. I skinned back and thrust my
hips forward, watching and feeling my glans glide into
his long thin hood. He enveloped me right down to the
groove behind my rim and began massaging my helmet,
twisting his foreskin around my rim. I felt the
hardness of his glans pressing against mine.Meanwhile,
Eric reached between us to cup our tight scrotums.
	"I'm going to work on you mainly because my tip's
more sensitive and if I come first, I won't be able to
stand the friction while you're still on the way,"
Jerry explained to me.
	"I know it's going to be nice if we come together," I
said. "I always love to feel another guy's tip
throbbing against mine." Jerry's strong fingers were
working his foreskin delicately over my glans,
concentrating on the corona, striving to draw forth my
orgasm before his.
	"I'm going to make you come first if I can," he
elaborated. "My tip's very sensitive, and I'm sure
than when I feel yours start to throb, I'll lose my
load right away." Eric was kneading our balls gently,
adding to our excitement.
	"I don't think I can last long," I said. "This is
really exciting."
	"Docking with dad's always exciting," Eric
contributed. "When you start to come, Jack, I'm going
to put my fingers around your shafts so I can feel
your cocks throbbing."
	"Getting that tingly feeling yet?" Jerry asked.
	"A little," I whispered. "Just keep doing it." I felt
Jerry's fingers tighten around my corona.
	"Man, I can feel the shape of your rim," Jerry
continued. "You've got a nice flare there." As he
spoke I felt a tickling sensation begin in my corona.
	"It's tickling," I whispered.
	"It's going to
 tingle for you any second," he said as he gave his
foreskin an extra twist around my corona, generating a
tingle that began in my rim and quickly spread over my
helmet.
	"His eyes just closed," Eric said to his father. Now
the hot tingle shot down my shaft to the root,
launching the heavy pounding of my orgasm. I cried out
helplessly as I felt the first hard squirt of fluid in
my urethra, a jet that seared my tube as it burned its
way to the tip. A moment later I felt a powerful throb
from Jerry's glans against mine as he went into
orgasm. I felt Eric release my scrotum and his fingers
closing around my shaft behind the head.
	My gush had already spread over the front of his
glans when his hot hard jet drilled right into my
orifice, penetrating deep into my urethra. I shuddered
and my crotch went into another spasm, releasing my
second load. I was moaning mindlessly as my body
shuddered in orgasm. Jerry held our tips exactly in
line as he shot again, and I once more felt his hot
jet piercing me. Now our helmets were awash with our
combined fluids and Jerry stopped moving his fingers
over my tip because we were overwhelmed by sensation.
The hot sticky liquid spread behind my rim as it
filled his foreskin, and we both gushed again, tip to
tip, and I felt his hard glans hammering against mine.
	We were both moaning, lost in the free-fall of our
orgasms, enjoying the hot intimacy of shooting our
loads together and at each other inside Jerry's long
enveloping foreskin. Our hot hard pricks throbbed
several more times and then it was over, leaving us
gasping after the fury of our orgasms.
	We lay still for a couple of minutes as our pulses
returned to normal. Our arms were around each other as
we embraced, relishing the tenderness of the moment.
Eric had wrapped his arms around us as well, while
Eric leaned over to kiss our cheeks tenderly.
	Our pricks had contracted after our orgasms, although
Jerry's foreskin still enveloped my glans. Some of our
cream had begun leaking around the edge of Jerry's
prepuce, and Chris placed a folded towel between us to
catch the drip. Now Jerry pulled away from my, his
foreskin sliding off my helmet like a well-lubricated
condom, and a torrent of our semen gushed from the
end.
	We gathered up the towels and headed for the shower,
and I was glad my shower enclosure was large enough
for the four of us. Chris, Jerry, and I pinched the
ends of our foreskins shut as the flow of hot water
stimulated our bladders, and we watched our foreskins
balloon out as they filled. Then Eric slipped his
re-grown foreskin forward, stretching it out over the
end of his helmet, and pinched it the way we'd done
with ours. The three of us watched, fascinated and
gratified, as Eric's new hood ballooned with the
trapped urine.
	"This is the first time he's been able to do that,"
Jerry announced to us."
	"I've been dreaming about this for a long time," Eric
said gleefully.
	We soaped each other and rinsed off, and then dried
each other carefully. I skinned back and squirted a
couple of drops of Astroglide into the deep groove
behind my rim. I slid the foreskin forward to spread
the artificial lubricant smoothly and evenly over my
helmet because I always feel more comfortable with my
glans and foreskin well lubricated. Then the phone
rang and I went to answer it.
	"Hello, Jack, it's Jim Roberts," the voice at the
other end said. Jim was the local correspondent for
Intermedia News Service, an international news agency
similar to AP, Agence France-Presse, and Reauters.
	"Yeah, Jim, what's up?" I asked, a bit surprised that
he'd phone me at home on a weekend.
	"I think I've come up with something about that Simon
killing. Remember the doctor who got blown up in his
car?" I felt a chill run through me.
	"Yeah, what about it?" I asked, trying to sound only
politely interested although I sorely wanted to know
what he was thinking.
	"Well, I'd like to get together with you to talk
about it," he said.
	"Okay, Jim, would Monday morning be okay? I can drop
by your office early, before our staff meeting." I
hoped that I'd struck the right note, willing to help
but not overly eager.
	"That would be just fine," he replied. "Simon will
still be dead Monday," he laughed.
	The other noted the look on my face as I returned to
the bedroom, where they were lounging on the bed. I
looked back at them. Without prompting I explained the
call.
	"That's what you were worried about, isn`t it?" Eric
asked. "Somebody outside the cops who might make the
connection.?
	"Yes, that's it," I answered. "I don't know what this
is going to lead to."
	"Well, we'll find out in a couple of days," said
Chris.
	"I'm going to be on pins and needles until Monday," I
said.
	"So will we all," added Jerry.

Continued in Part 11