Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 08:41:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exploring, Part 17, Adult Friends, 17/?

Exploring, Part 17
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	Brad and I had given each other writhing, raging
orgasms that morning, and now we were hungry. We wiped
off our dripping pricks and went into the kitchen,
where I began to prepare breakfast. Impulsively I
turned on the TV for the 12 o'clock news.
	"The doctor was struck by a truck that apparently had
jumped the curb, and did not stop after hitting him,"
the announcer's cheery voice intoned. No matter how
serious or tragic the news, these TV talking heads
always make it sound as if they're announcing a
wedding or a party of some sort.
	Half-listening, I continued to work at breakfast
until the name "Crenshaw" penetrated my consciousness.
I turned toward Brad, who was staring at the screen.
>From the screen, a man's face stared back at us, with
a string of numbers arranged under the collar.
	"That's Crenshaw's booking mug shot," Brad explained
to me. "Now he'd dead. Someone ran him down with a
truck while he was out jogging this morning. You
should have seen the look Crenshaw gave me in court
after the judge let him have bail. The insolent
asshole didn't realize the danger, and now he's dead
meat."
	"Well, can't say I'm sorry," I said as I prepared to
serve the food. "Think there's any chance he'll get
caught?"
	"Too early to tell," Brad answered. "Depends on if
there are any witnesses, damage to the truck, a bunch
of other things."
	"Well, at least I've got my alibi," I laughed. Brad
joined in, his baritone chuckle filling the room. Then
he said:
	"Really, though, we both might be suspects if anyone
else knew how we feel about bastards like Crenshaw.
You must have read about how in Maine last month this
guy tracked down a couple of child molesters listed on
the state registry and blew them both away."
	"Yeah, I read about that," I answered through a
mouthful of food. "I kept close track of that story. I
wonder if there are going to be any more."
	"I'd bet on it," Brad said. "Once there's publicity,
you get a number of copy-cat crimes. Maybe the guy who
ran down Crenshaw was inspired by the shooter in
Maine."
	"Maybe by other shootings, too..." I mused.
	"We'll have to see how this plays out. Let me get
down to the office now. I think they might need me,
and I can get a handle on this case." Brad wiped his
mouth and headed for the bathroom. I heard the shower
start as I took my last bite and quickly joined him
under the steaming water.
	"Got to get that sticky stuff off your prick," I said
as I skinned him back to let the shower stream play on
his exposed helmet and retracted foreskin. I felt his
strong fingers skin me back and within a few seconds I
felt the urgency begin. Brad had already started
peeing, and my stream joined his on the shower floor
as we flushed our urethras.
	"Sorry I haven't got time for playing games, or I'd
love to make my skin balloon out. I want to get into
the investigation before much more time passes." We
quickly soaped each other and rinsed off, and I turned
off the water. As we dried ourselves, he asked:
	"Okay if I come by later. I'm sure you'll want to
know what's been happening. Just remember, you can't
print any of this."
	"Sure," I replied. "I'm going to go out shopping
soon, but I'll be back by the late afternoon."
	Brad arrived around 5:30, and fortunately I'd chosen
to prepare a stew, which tolerated re-heating very
well. As we ate he filled me in:
	"Crenshaw went out jogging around six. He does this
several times a week, but not every day. As it
happened, this being Saturday, there was hardly anyone
around when the truck hit him. There was broken glass
from the truck's headlight, and this showed the truck
to be a Ford F-150. That's not much help, since there
are so many of them around. Between where they found
the broken glass and the point where the body ended
up, the accident investigators figure the truck hit
Crenshaw and slammed him into a tree 30 feet away.
Tire tracks showed that the truck jumped the curb to
hit him. No eyewitnesses, although a couple of people
in nearby houses said they heard the impact."
	"Does that mean the driver got away clean?" I asked.
	"Not necessarily," Brad replied. "We put an alert out
to all the body shops in the area to watch for a Ford
F-150 with front damage, but we can't even tell them
what color since no paint chips flaked off the truck.
If the truck had it a wall or another vehicle, some
paint would have gotten knocked or scraped off, but
hitting a human body usually doesn't do that."
	"Maybe the driver might try to fix the damage
himself," I suggested.
	"He might, and we've notified the auto parts stores
that handle Ford headlights to let us know if anyone
buys one for an F-150 during the next few weeks. We
also have to think that the driver might go way out of
town to get the truck fixed. We can't cover the entire
state, much less adjacent states." I was reluctant to
put my feelings into words, but I suggested:
	"Then maybe he might get away clean." Brad's eyes
locked with mine.
	"I know that's what you'd like, and I can't say I
blame you. I don't have any enthusiasm for this
investigation either, and luckily the regular
detective detail's going to handle it since it's so
cut and dried."
	"In one sense, this is good news," I continued. "This
wasn't a shooting, and for now it's just a hit and
run, even though the truck's jumping the curb makes it
look pretty deliberate."
	"That's right," Brad confirmed. "It's pretty much a
homicide, but not quite as high profile as if Crenshaw
had been shot." Now we'd finished eating and I quickly
washed the dishes. Then we went into the bedroom.
	"I think we can get off before I have to leave for
home," Brad said. I fingered his foreskin as he spoke.
	"I like the way your foreskin's thin and delicate
compared to mine," I said as I rolled the long nipple
between two fingers. "All your nerve endings are
intact compared to my graft." Brad had grasped my long
foreskin by its thick end pucker and was tugging on it
gently. Our pricks were responding, rapidly swelling
with desire.
	"Yeah, but I was just lucky, that's all. If my
parents had had me done, I wouldn't have this skin,"
he responded.
	"Want to try something different?" I asked.
	"What?"
	"Electro-sex," I answered. His eyes opened slightly.
	"I've heard of it, but never tried it," he said. "You
have the stuff to do it?" I rummaged in the drawer
beside the bed and withdrew the equipment.
	"This is the stuff," I said. "If you want I'll just
use a simple hook-up on you. This blue band goes
around the base of your prick." I fitted it to him as
he lay back on the bed.
	"Now I'll pull it tight. It's elastic, so you'll have
a snug fit and good contact without any danger of
strangling the blood supply. This cup shaped device
fits over your tip. You can keep the foreskin forward.
The current will go through it anyway and you'll get
the same sensations." I squirted conductive jelly
inside the cup and eased it onto the front of his
erection, encasing the entire foreskin-covered helmet.
Now I used a ring of tape to fix the cup onto his
prick. Next I plugged in the wires and turned on the
control unit.
	"I feel something," he said as I gradually turned up
the power. "It's a sort of tingle, running all the way
up my cock."
	"That's what you should be feeling," I said. "Now I'm
going to turn up the power a little more and change it
to PULSE mode." I made the adjustments and immediately
his prick began to bob up and down.
	"Each pulse makes my cock jump," he said. "Feels
good."
	"Just relax and enjoy it," I coached him. "You don't
have to do anything. Stay relaxed and this magic box
is going to bring you right up into orgasm. The cup
will even catch your cream when you unload." I inched
the power up another notch.
	"Ahhhh, that feels so nice," he said, a smile
creeping over his face.
	"I'll leave it at this setting for awhile so you can
get used to it," I said. Brad had spread his legs, and
his loose scrotum was on the sheet between his thighs.
As I watched, though, I saw it began to contract with
every pulse to his prick.
	"I can see how I'd come if you kept this up long
enough," he said. His prick bobbed up and down, almost
in rhythm with his words. I edged the power up an
increment and saw his body tense slightly. His prick
jerked harder with each pulse.
	"I've got the rhythm set at about one per second," I
explained. "That's about the natural rhythm of your
ejaculations, and when you let go the pulses will
increase your contractions."
	Ohhhh," he murmured.
	"Your balls are getting tight, Brad. That tells me
this is really reaching you." I increased the power
again, and watched his prick respond with more
powerful jerks.
	"I'm not going to decrease the power when you come,
though. There's no physical friction, so it won't
matter that your prick becomes super-sensitive. It'll
be pure joy all the way." I nudged the power knob
slightly higher.
	"Ahhhhh," he groaned, louder this time. I knew he was
getting close now. The insistent power pulses
penetrated deeply into his prick, hitting not only the
nerve endings but the nerves themselves. Now I gave
him slightly more power because I knew we were still
far from 100 percent and the margin of safety was very
comfortable.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he began grunting as his legs
began to tremble. His prick jumped up and down in time
with the pulses, and I knew that very soon the sperm
would begin to spew from his tip, filling his foreskin
and the inside of the bell with his cream. Now his
stomach muscles contracted and I resisted the
temptation to give him more power because it was clear
that he'd discharge any second.
	"HUNNNHHH! HUNNNH! HUNNNNH!" he grunted loudly as his
face flushed and his hips thrust upward. His scrotum
was contracting in time with the pulses and I knew
he'd begun unloading.
	His hips thrust again and I knew that another ffiery
discharge was burning its way up his shaft, erupting
to bathe his helmet and foreskin with its heat. He was
having a full body orgasm, lost in the throes of his
climax, and aware only of the glorious sensations in
his prick and groin.
	Brad shot several more times before his thrusts began
to weaken, which is when I backed off on the power. I
wanted to milk every last drop from his prick before
turning off the power unit, knowing that even mild
pulses would bring forth a few more drops to seep
through the lips of his long slit.
	Finally I turned off the unit and reached for a
towel. White cream had begun to seep between the cup
and the skin of his prick, and I knew that there would
be a lot of liquid to sponge up with the towel. I
delicately peeled the tape holding the cup and a large
gush of white poured onto the towel. His foreskin was
coated with cream, and when I wiped it I saw that the
skin was ruddy. I pulled back slightly on his foreskin
to expose the slit, which was still parted with drops
of cream seeping between its lips. I stopped there
because I knew that his prick was still sensitive to
any friction, and waited until he'd had time to
recover.
	"Fuck that was good," he said a couple of minutes
later. "I thought all my insides were blowing out my
cock."
	"It's pretty shattering," I admitted. "I'm really
glad that you enjoyed your first time, and I'm really
glad it was with me." At this point Brad's strong arms
pulled me down in a tight hug.
	"I'm glad it was with you, too." He murmured in my
ear. "Now I want to do something special for you. I've
never done this with any guy before so I may not be
very good at it. Anyway, I don't think you have a
disease and I know I don't." He quickly wiped his
prick, skinning it back and replacing the hood over
the precious head, and then put his face opposite my
crotch.
	"I don't know how you'll like it, but this is the way
I'd like to get oral if I ever had the opportunity. I
hope it's good for you." He grasped my prick, which
was still hard from the excitement of having watched
him come, and steadied it with thumb and forefinger
around my hooded helmet. I felt the point of his hot
tongue work itself into my pucker, probing for my
glans.
	"Oh, that's nice," I murmured as his tongue-tip
probed deeper, reaching my slit. He swiped his
tongue-tip across the lips of my slit a couple of
times before pushing the very tip inside to give me a
sensation I'd never felt before. Now he traced small
circles around my slit, caressing my glans, his tongue
stretching my foreskin with its bulk. Round and round
went his tongue-tip, kissing my sensitive nerve
endings, and I felt my excitement renew itself.
	"I always thought having a tongue working around
inside my skin would be heavenly," he said as he
momentarily broke from his efforts. Now I felt his
lips encase the end of my foreskin as he worked his
tongue-tip inside once more, this time probing deeper
to caress the entire front dome.
	"It feels great to me, Brad," I said encouragingly as
I felt his tongue circling my glans inside my hood.
"I've had oral sex once or twice but it was nothing
like this." He grunted as his tongue probed more
deeply into my foreskin.
	Now he'd slipped his fingers back behind the head of
my prick, and encased the front end with his lips
while his tongue reached ever deeper into the sac. I
felt him swipe across the broad upper surfac
e of my helmet, and then work down the side, dipping
underneath to tickle inside the triangular groove
where my hot spot is. Now he worked his tongue up the
other side, tracing my corona up to where it flared on
top.
	His lips were now locked behind my corona, totally
enveloping my glans and foreskin but keeping my thick
hood fully forward as he stretched it with his thick
tongue. The last time I'd had oral my partner had just
skinned me back and sucked on my helmet, which was
nowhere near as exciting as Brad's technique. Brad
worked his tongue down the other side again, probing
deeply into the cleft under my glans to hit the sweet
spot.
	Pausing only a moment, he now pushed his tongue as
deeply into my foreskin as he could, and began running
it up the back-face of my ridge, hitting the nerve
buds there and those in the deep groove behind it. I
was entranced by the novel sensations, and he added to
them by gently cupping my balls in his strong fingers.
I felt his tongue deep inside my foreskin, caressing
the broad upper surface of my helmet at the same time
that its tip flicked over my ridge's top flare and the
nerve endings behind it. Now Brad stopped again and
pulled away:
	"I can feel how swollen and hard your helmet's
getting. You're close. I'm going to make you lose a
big load right now." He engulfed my prick again with
his lips, and I felt his tongue stabbing deeply inside
my foreskin. He began an aggressive twirling around my
helmet, running his tongue up one side, over the top,
and down the other, the tip caressing my ridge and
groove. My hot hard helmet was fully swollen,
absorbing the exciting caresses to its nerve endings,
and I felt the tension build up deep inside me.
	Now a tickling sensation built up in my glans as he
dragged me closer to the brink. My eyes closed, and my
awareness of the outside world faded as my attention
focused increasingly on my prick and the delicious
sensations Brad was giving me. I knew that within
seconds, the tickle would turn into a hot tingle, and
then the explosion would quickly follow.
	My crotch muscles were very tight, even though I
tried to remain relaxed. The unrelenting tickling by
his tongue made my muscles contract by reflex, and now
I was breathing heavily, in anticipation of the
impending crisis. Brad's tongue circled my helmet
mercilessly, and I was helpless in his hands as I felt
the compelling tingle spread all over my glans.
	The hot tingling sensation exploded, and I felt it
travel down my shaft to the root of my prick. I cried
out as a powerful spasm gripped my insides and the
intense tickle of my ejaculation filled my urethra,
spreading up my prick like lightning. The discharge
burned its way up my prick and erupted to flood my
foreskin and Brad's receptive mouth. I inhaled deeply
and then cried out again as the second load emptied
into my prick, distending my tube as it rushed up to
the end. My engorged helmet and shaft throbbed hard as
the torrent shot onto Brad's waiting tongue and I
cried out again as his tongue swiped across my
spurting helmet.
	My entire consciousness was captivated by the intense
sensations in my lower region, and when his tongue
flicked my nerve endings to trigger another spasm, I
cried out again, sobbing and gasping, helpless in the
free fall of my orgasm. The hot juice seared my
urethra as it sped toward my gaping orifice, slamming
through the lips of my meatus and spraying the inside
of Brad's mouth.
	Now Brad stopped flicking his tongue because he
understood that my helmet was becoming
super-sensitive. He let the next spasm shoot into his
mouth, and waited for the next. I noticed that my
contractions were weaker now and my ejaculations less
forceful. A few more spasms left me still and drained,
as Brad had sucked all the sperm out of me.
	We lay together without moving. I'm sure he knew that
even the slightest movement of his tongue, which was
still deep inside my foreskin, would cause me distress
until the hyper-sensitivity had abated. My breathing
slowed as I sank into a daze. Finally, I opened my
eyes and said:
	"Wow. That was powerful. You really drained me."
	"You nearly drowned me, Jack. I'm not very
experienced at this and it was all I could do to
swallow when you started unloading." He'd removed his
mouth from me and now held my softening prick by the
end of its foreskin, keeping it pinched shut so that
any residue wouldn't leak out.
	"I guess I shot a lot, didn't I?" I asked. "I feel
like you drained me." Now I felt his tongue caressing
the front dome of my softening helmet as he began
peeling back my foreskin.
	"I have to clean you up," he said between licks. I
felt his tongue running all over my helmet as he
skinned me back progressively, licking away every
trace of sperm. When he bared my ridge and the deep
groove behind it, I shuddered as his tongue probed
deeply to catch every drop. Finally he'd wiped the
creamy film from every square millimeter of my helmet
and foreskin, and he gently pulled it forward to
protect the head.
	He got dressed as I lay torpid on the bed and
watched. We'd shared another intense experience, but
he'd had more time to recover than I. He leaned over
to give me a dry kiss on the lips before he let
himself out the door.

Continued in Part 18