Date: Fri, 12 May 2006 09:50:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exploring, Part 20, Adult Friends, 20/?

Exploring, Part 20
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	After our intense orgasms that morning, Jim and I got
out of bed to pee. Because we'd drained our sperm
tanks during violent orgasms, we no longer had the
usual morning wood. I led Jim into the shower and
turned on the water, adjusting it to about as warm as
I could stand. Jim and I quickly got ourselves rinsed,
and then I took the shower spray nozzle and hose down
from the wall mounting.
	"Here, Jim, skin back all the way. This hot water's
going to drain the piss out of you." Jim hauled back
on his newly reconstructed foreskin until the hood
lodged in the deep groove behind his rim. I played the
hot water spray on the front of his shapely glans, a
smaller duplicate of mine, and within a couple of
seconds his strong yellow stream poured out of his
tip. Some of it hit my legs, where it rinsed off
immediately. It took a minute to drain his bladder
completely, and then I handed the spray nozzle to him.
	"Go ahead, now do me," I urged as I pulled my long
foreskin back to lock behind my ridge. Jim immediately
sprayed my helmet with the hot water and I felt my
insides contract as I consciously relaxed my
sphincter. My thick yellow gush poured from my
distended orifice, mixing with Jim's residue on the
shower floor.
	"That really flushed whatever's left of our cream out
of our dicks," he commented as he continued to play
the water on my glans, extracting my urine until my
bladder was running on empty.
"It sure did," I agreed as I relaxed against the
shower wall, enjoying the blessed release of draining
myself. Now that we'd utterly drained ourselves of
both sperm and urine, our pricks were definitely limp.
We soaped each other's bodies and then rinsed off,
finally drying each other with towels.
I went to the kitchen to make coffee, turning on the
TV to catch the news. Jim followed close behind me, as
naked as I was. The house was warm and we felt
perfectly comfortable bare-assed.
"Police say that a gunman opened fire at Doctor Cutter
early this morning, but missed," the blonde female
news anchor said in her typically breathless manner.
"Officers surrounded the area but the gunman got away.
We take you live to Charles Manson Park, where James
Slobber brings us a live report." Jim and I sat
transfixed by the stunning news.
"James Slobber here," said a young and husky man in a
trench coat. His hair was obviously blown dry, and he
gave the impression that his main focus was on making
an impressive appearance, not delivering the news.
Behind him we could see a grassy field and yellow
crime scene tape delineating most of the area.
"Doctor Cutter was jogging when a shot rang out," he
continued. The bullet hit the grass not more than a
yard from the doctor, who is now in seclusion. Police
recovered the bullet, saying only that it was fired
from a rifle. Back to you, Flossie."
"And that's our news for the morning," chirped the
talking head that filled the screen. I clicked the
remote to shut off the TV.
"What do you think of that?" Jim asked me.
"I'm disappointed," I began. "I really think the cops
shot a blank on this one, if you'll pardon the pun.
They put out this decoy, but I don't think the guy who
shot at him is any of those who have been doing the
shootings so far."
"Why not?"
"Because so far the other shooters didn't miss. This
guy did, and by a lot. This is probably some nut-cake
who had an old rifle paying around and wanted his 15
minutes of fame."
"The cops didn't do so well, either," said Jim. "I
can't understand how they failed to nail him once he
fired his shot."
"I can't even guess on that question," I answered. "I
can try to get the info from my sources in the police
department." I set about preparing breakfast, and
after we'd eaten, Jim left.
The following Monday, I arranged a meeting with Brad,
my police contact, to find out what I could. As his
wife was out of town attending a conference, we met
for dinner at a restaurant and then went to my place,
where we got into the Jacuzzi. As we undressed I stole
a look at his prick, envious of the natural foreskin
that bulged over his helmet. He'd escaped the knife
when he was born, while I had a hood that had been
reconstructed by plastic surgery.
"Well, I saw the business on TV Saturday," I began.
"It looks like the shooter missed and your people
failed to catch him."
"Well, they're not my people," Brad countered
irritably. "I don't run the department, and I wasn't
part of this operation. It was Captain Bumbler's
operation, start to finish."
"Any leads on who the shooter was?" I probed.
"We haven't got jack shit. Captain Bumbler didn't
provide enough back-up, so we couldn't even get him
after he took his shot. Good thing he missed, too. The
guy playing Doctor Cutter wasn't even wearing a vest."
I was shocked. Although the type of ballistic vest
police usually wore wasn't going to stop a rifle
bullet, at least it could slow it and limit the
damage.
"Are they going to repeat the operation, you think?" I
asked.
"I sure hope not," Brad answered. "This was a
cluster-fuck. Bumbler would have to be a total asshole
to repeat it." We sat very close to each other in the
hot water, and Brad's thigh was against mine. The
gentle contact was arousing, and I felt my prick
swelling slowly.
"Feel like getting out of the tub?" I asked, and Brad
nodded and got to his feet. The hot water had relaxed
us, particularly the skin around our groins, and our
balls were hanging lower than usual. My foreskin,
normally tight, had loosened so much that the orifice
gaped, and the front dome of my helmet was visible
through the gap. As we dried each other our pricks
came to full attention.
	In the bedroom I reached into the bedside drawer,
extracting a battery powered vibrator the size and
shape of a cigar. I showed it to Brad:
	"Ever dock a vibrator?" I asked.
	"No, I never did," he said. "Want me to?"
	"That would be a new experience for you. Just lie
down and let me handle it." He complied and I picked
up his prick with my left hand, while slipping the
blunt business end of the vibrator into his foreskin.
I clicked it on, and felt the buzzing that I knew was
also penetrating his foreskin. A slight push and the
tip of the vibrator touched his slit, making his prick
jump in my hand.
	"Wow! That's a thrill!" he exclaimed.
	"The vibrations go right into you, don't they?" I
suggested.
	"Boy do they!" he said. I pushed the vibrator in a
bit more, sliding it over the broad upper surface of
his glans. I felt his prick throb reflexively in my
hand, evidence that the powerful sensations were
hitting his deep-seated nerve endings. Through the
distended opening of his foreskin, I saw his slit
begin to seep clear fluid that spread to lubricate the
delicate membranes. This let me work the vibrator
around in glans, circling it to hit every nerve
ending.
	"This is going to make you come fast," I warned.
"It's pretty intense and you won't be able to hold out
long."
	"I'm trying to stay relaxed but I can't," he moaned.
I saw his body becoming tense. Now I pushed the
vibrator deeper into his well lubricated foreskin,
caressing the flaring ridge of his glans. His stomach
muscles contracted, and when I moved the vibrator down
to the underside of his tip he grunted.
	"The vibrations are going right into your
gee-string," I said. I know that pressing the buzzing
tip into his hot spot would make him come within
seconds, so I changed my technique. I pulled his
foreskin all the way down to expose his helmet
completely, and started playing the vibrator's tip
over the surface at random.
	"I can't hold out any more," he moaned as I worked
the vibrator around his rim again, now descending into
the groove behind it to hit the nerve endings that
rarely saw daylight.
	"I know, Brad," I said. "Your tip's really dark now,
all swollen." The lips of his slit were gaping, and
lubricant steadily flowed from between them. I worked
the vibrator around his grove, hitting the back-face
of his corona, filled with tiny buds of sensation.
	"Brace yourself," I warned. "This is it." I brought
the vibrator's blunt end down under his glans and
pressed it into the triangular groove where his
tightly-stretched gee-string waited, and watched as
his legs began trembling.
	"HUUUUUNNNNHH!" Brad howled in joyful agony as I felt
a massive throb fill his prick. A thick rope of cream
shot forcefully from his orifice, arcing into the air
before landing on his stomach. I kept the vibrator
pressed against his hot spot to bring forth another
eruption of white lava that described a trajectory
that ended on his abdomen. His body shuddered as
successive spasms hit him, and he grunted helplessly
with each ejaculation.
	Brad's eyes were closed with the intensity of the
sensations as the orgasm raged through his body, and
his moans filled the air. His dark, throbbing tip shot
again, and his entire body shuddered. Another throb
filled his shaft, and I felt it in my encircling
fingers as I watched another jet shoot from his turgid
glans.
	Now I removed the vibrator, concerned that it might
over-stimulate his sensitive helmet, but held onto his
shaft as several more throbs filled it and more cream
seeped from his slit. The viscous fluid was a bit
thinner now, more runny, as it flowed down his helmet
and shaft and onto my encircling fingers. I watched
the last drops ooze from his long slit as his body
relaxed, and now I felt his hardness begin to soften
between my fingers.
	I knew it would take him a couple of minutes to
recover, and I let his penis flop onto his stomach as
it lost its tumescence. As his prick shrank I saw the
foreskin slowly slide down the taper of his glans to
engulf it once more, pulled by his taut gee-string.
Finally, Brad spoke:
	"Yow! That was really hot. Once you started that
vibrator, I just couldn't hold back." He hugged me to
him and I responded by giving him a dry kiss on his
full, ripe lips. My prick was still aroused, and he
reached between us and grasped it drawing my long
thick foreskin back to lodge behind my high flaring
rim.
	"Here's the vibrator," I said as I handed it to him.
I lay on my back, and he spread the towel over my
abdomen.
	"I'm going to work this right on your helmet," he
said. I understood his reasoning, as I'd told him that
my surgically reconstructed hood didn't have the nerve
endings found in penile skin, and was relatively
insensitive. I heard a faint buzzing as Brad flicked
the switch, and a moment later felt the vibrations as
he touched it to my tip. At first he pressed it
lightly against my pouting orifice, but then began
working it in small circles around the front dome of
my glans.
	"Man, your skin makes a really thick turtleneck
around the rim," he commented as he tightened his grip
on my shaft and dragged my bunched-up foreskin away
from the corona. "Mine just fills the groove when I
skin back, but yours makes a thick ring behind your
rim." Now I felt the buzzing work its way around my
corona, tickling all the little buds of sensation that
studded my flaring rim. I felt my already hard prick
engorging further as blood flowed into it, distending
the helmet. Brad noticed this as well and commented on
it:
	"Your dick's very stiff and the head's gotten bigger.
Now that I'm hitting your rim it's flaring out even
more and turning darker." He continued the insistent
buzzing that was sending messages of joy into my rim
and down my shaft, heightening my arousal. I felt
myself slipping away, my awareness of the world
outside my body fading, as my consciousness became
increasingly focused on the delicious sensations in my
turgid prick. I knew that the vibrator was especially
effective because it didn't just stimulate the nerve
endings at the surface. I felt the buzzing penetrate
into my helmet to hit the deep-seated nerve endings as
well, pushing my excitement to new heights.
	"I like skinning you back like this," Brad's voice
penetrated into my consciousness. "I like to see the
big head get bigger and darker. Your head's bigger
than mine, and it really swells up when you're hot."
As he spoke he maneuvered the vibrator's buzzing tip
around my corona, into the deep groove behind it, and
then across the broad upper surface of my helmet. I
felt myself being driven relentlessly toward the
brink, even though I was making every effort to remain
relaxed. Now I felt a drop of lubricant being released
into my urethra deep inside me, evidence of my
arousal.
	"You've got lube at the tip," he said as he moved the
vibrator to touch my orifice, and then to spread the
thick, viscous fluid in small circles around it.
"You're really hot now."
	"Ohhhh," I moaned as he pressed the vibrator harder
against my turgid glans.
	"Your tip's not spongy anymore," he commented as he
pressed the vibrator in different spots on my helmet.
"I can feel it's really hard now, hard and purple.
Your balls are very tight too." My scrotum is normally
tight against my body, but it had contracted enough
for Brad to notice the evidence of my arousal. I felt
another drop of lubricant begin to crawl up my tube,
heading toward the orifice. My eyes closed, a sure
precursor to orgasm.
	"Just let yourself go," he urged as he worked the
vibrator around my helmet and began pumping my
foreskin in short strokes, stretching it back hard and
then bringing it up to bump against my swollen rim. I
knew then that I was in the final lap, and that he'd
be pulling the orgasm from my tortured body wi
thin seconds. Despite my best efforts, I felt the root
of my prick begin to contract. My stomach muscles
followed, and a few seconds later my outstretched legs
began trembling.
	"Now for the pay-off," Brad said. "I'm going to hit
your hot spot." I felt the vibrator slide into the
deep triangular groove under my glans, where my
frenulum had been removed. Just below the surface of
the skin there was a dense concentration of nerve
endings and the vibrations penetrated deeply enough to
make them sing. I felt a tickling sensation begin in
the groove, spreading up both sides of my corona to
encircle my helmet.
	Hot sparks of sensation stabbed deeply into my
helmet, changing the tickle to a hot tingle that
filled my glans. A moment later, an electric feeling
shot down my shaft and I cried out helplessly as I
felt the root of my prick go into spasm. A hot torrent
of cream shot into my urethra and burned its way up my
prick to emerge at the tip of my helmet. I grunted
loudly, helpless in the grip of massive erotic
sensations, as the fury of my orgasm burned its way
through me.
	I yelped again as another powerful contraction swept
through the root of my straining prick, sending
another jet of burning lava up my urethra. My stomach
and leg muscles were shuddering as the frenzy of the
orgasm raged through my helpless body.
	Another burning gush swept up my shaft, slamming
through the lips of my orifice as I grunted again.
Brad's fist gripped my shaft hard, relentlessly
bumping the thick ring of foreskin against the rim of
my straining helmet to drive my sensations. At the
same time the buzzing filled the groove under my glans
where the two sides of my corona meet in a weld line
underneath. My nerve endings vibrated in
synchronization with the vibrator, and my root
contracted again to send another heavy discharge into
my prick.
	Brad stopped bumping my rim but kept the vibrator
pressed hard into my hot spot, keeping my orgasm going
as the force of my ejaculations diminished. I felt my
prick-root contract several more times as I groaned
and grunted, until the fluid had slowed to a mild
seeping. My body began to relax, totally spent by the
effort of the last half minute. Over the next couple
of minutes my breathing returned to normal and the
tension left my body. I realized that Brad had turned
off the vibrator. As I swam back to full consciousness
and opened my eyes Brad said:
	"Man, you really shot a load this time. Normally you
just dribble, but the first few jets you shot went
right up into the air. I could feel your shaft
throbbing in my fist each time you shot. It was almost
like re-living my own orgasm." I knew what he meant.
Making another man rise to orgasm was an intense
vicarious experience. Each time I did it I was drawn
in, almost feeling the sublime sensations that filled
my partner's body.
	"I think we both need a shower," I said as I lifted
myself from the bed. Our exertions had left us both
sweaty, and we also needed to rinse off the residues
of our orgasms.
	My foreskin was still bunched up behind my rim.
Unlike Brad, I didn't have a frenulum to pull it
forward when my erection subsided, and my corona
flared enough to lock the foreskin in place behind it.
The hot water felt good as it played over us. I felt
it course down the front of my body and course over my
naked helmet, inducing the urge to pee. I willingly
let go, knowing that my urine would flush out all my
residual cream.
	Brad's tip was still covered, but when he saw me let
go my yellow stream he pinched the end of his foreskin
shut, and I saw his long hood begin to distend as it
filled with urine. Just when it appeared ready to
burst with the pressure, he let go and a thick yellow
gush exploded from his foreskin pucker. He groaned in
relief and said:
	"I had a lot of cream inside my skin. Now it's
cleaned out." He had retracted his hood as he spoke
and the hot water flowed over his glans and inverted
foreskin, rinsing them thoroughly. Our flows relented
as we drained ourselves, and finally we were milking
the last drops from our pricks and returning our hoods
to the forward position. Once we'd dried each other
Brad dressed and prepared to leave.
	"I wonder how this story's going to play out," I
speculated as we walked to the door.
	"It could go any way at all," he replied." We could
get more shootings, we could run into copycats, and
all of the above. I don't even know for sure how many
shooters we've got around the country."
	"Plus one hit and run driver," I reminded him. "Ever
get a line on that guy?"
	"Not a clue," he answered. "He and his truck seem to
have vanished into thin air."


Continued in Part 21