Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 15:24:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exploring, Part 23, Adult Friends, 23/?

Exploring, Part 23
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	There had been no developments for two weeks. I'd
checked with Jim to confirm this, and had satisfied
myself that for the moment the situation was static.
Then that Friday I got a call from Brad.
	"Can I come over this evening?" he asked. "My wife's
out of town and I haven't seen you for awhile." I
agreed and he said he'd be over after he'd signed out
and had a bite to eat. I'd been home for two hours
when he appeared. He seemed tired and I asked him if
he'd had a rough day at work.
	"Tension-filled, I'd say," was his answer. "We had a
bunch of burglaries on the west side today, and we've
been running from one to the other, writing reports
and dusting for prints. I'm just wired." He looked
hopefully at me, and I knew what he had in mind.
	"You need some emergency relief," I said. "What I've
got in mind can calm you down faster than a stiff
drink." At my words he began peeling off his clothes,
tossing his shoulder holster and handgun onto the
couch and then removing everything else. I had on only
shorts and a tee-shirt, so I was naked before he was.
We went into the bedroom, where at my suggestion he
lay flat on the bed. I spread a towel over his stomach
and began squeezing his tip through the long covering
skin.
	"You've got a nice smell to yours," I observed. "It
really smells musky." I peeled his foreskin back,
allowing the swelling purple glans to emerge, and the
aroma of natural male flesh filled the air.
	"Yours doesn't have that smell," he said. "I always
wondered why, but never thought to ask." Now Brad's
prick was fully hard, evidence of the tension he'd
experienced that day.
	"That's because my foreskin isn't the one I was born
with," I explained. "You've got your original outer
covering and inner lining; mucus membrane that
secretes the fluid that keeps the head lubricated. The
doctor who circumcised me stripped at all. He removed
the inner lining right down to the groove. The inner
lining I've got is shaft skin, covered by a scrotal
graft. The shaft skin is just outer skin. It doesn't
secrete any lubricant, and that means no odor. I use
Astroglide to keep it lubed and moist, but you know
that doesn't have the natural male odor." As I'd been
speaking I'd returned Brad's foreskin to its fully
forward position because I wanted his helmet covered
for what I was about to do.
	I placed my right palm on top of his prick and the
left one underneath, and began sliding them in
opposite directions. This stroked his foreskin
sideways around the head, producing the delicious
twisting friction that brings orgasm quickly. The
stretching of the nerve endings in his foreskin and
gee-string added to his excitement, and through the
gap in the end of his hood I saw that his helmet was
already turning dark purple. I felt that under the
foreskin his glans was fully engorged, the edge of his
corona sharp through the skin.
	"Oooooohhhhh," Brad sighed, his attention fully
engaged by the acute sensations he was receiving
through his foreskin and helmet. I knew that I'd have
his load within a minute, however much he tried to
relax and hold back.
	"Your balls are already tight," I advised. "I'm going
to make you come quickly. You need to drain your balls
right now." I increased my pace, feeling the hardness
of his helmet through the mobile foreskin I was using
to tease it. His breathing became quicker as the
tension built in his body.
	"You're leaking a lot of lube," I observed as I saw
his prick respond to the stimulation. The slit, barely
visible through the gap in his hood, was gaping as
drops of viscous fluid flowed through it. I was
concerned that if the lubricant spilled over to coat
my palms I'd lose my grip on his foreskin, and I
increased my pace to make him climax before this
occurred.
	"Huff! Huff! Huff!" he breathed harder as I twisted
his foreskin ruthlessly in opposite directions. He was
seconds away from the point of no return, his prick so
filled with sensations that he was mindlessly
anticipating release. From having undergone this sort
of stimulation, I knew that his straining glans was
aching for the moment of discharge, and I felt my
prick swelling as I vicariously enjoyed his
sensations.
	His abdomen was tight and his legs spread farther as
they began trembling in response. I saw that his
seeping lubricant was starting to spill over and I
increased the pressure of my palms. Brad's jaw
clenched and his eyes closed as he inhaled deeply.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as I felt his prick
throb hard between my palms. A thick white jet shot
from his distended slit and fell back onto the towel.
Brad's hips bucked, he grunted again, and another rope
of white cream erupted from his prick. I'd been
working on him only a minute and he was already into a
pulse-pounding orgasm.
Fluid coated my palms and I felt myself losing my
grip. I gripped his shaft below the head with my left
hand, drawing the foreskin down firmly, and wrapped
the fingers of my right hand around the dark purple
helmet, coated with lube. I twisted my fist rapidly,
knowing the hot thrill this produced in a glans that
was already pounding with orgasm. He cried out
helplessly as the direct friction against his exposed
nerve endings shattered him, and another thick gush
poured from his gaping aperture.
I gave his hot hard helmet another quick twist and his
body shuddered again as it released another thick gush
of cream. I felt the hard throbbing of his glans in my
encircling fingers.
Now I knew that his sensitive tip would become
hyper-sensitive any second, so I stopped the friction
and just held it, feeling it throb with each emission.
The spurts weren't as strong now, although I was sure
they all felt equally good to him. When I saw that his
prick was merely oozing, I let it down and waited for
him to recover. Brad sank into his daze and his
breathing slowed as his prick shrank. When it was soft
I guessed that the extreme sensitivity had also
abated, and I gently eased his long foreskin forward
to keep his beautiful helmet protected and moist.
"You really did it for me," he said finally. "I really
blew a load."
"I know, Brad. I was watching and feeling it. Your
prick really spurted a lot."
"Now it's your turn," he said, reaching for my
half-hard prick.
"No, I'm really tired," I said. "My day wasn't tense
like yours. I was pretty busy, though, and that left
me tired out, not wired the way you were."
"What do you want to do, then?" he asked.
	"Let's just go to sleep," I suggested. "In the
morning we'll both be pretty refreshed and we take up
where we left off."
	"Sounds good to me," he said. I turned out the light
and we cuddled under the covers. My semi-erection
quickly subsided and I slept soundly.
	In the morning we found ourselves hugging under the
covers as we awakened. Not surprisingly, we were both
hard resulting from full bladders and tactile
stimulation. Brad spoke first:
	"Well, Jack, looks like you're primed and ready to
go. How about it? Before or after you pee?" The
invitation was clear and when he grasped my prick
firmly in his strong fingers I thrust it into his
hand. I felt my foreskin slide back as my glans pushed
its way into the air. Brad threw off the covers and
his eyes fell on my prick.
	"I think you're really ready," he said, evaluating my
rock-hard erection. "That big helmet's dark and
flaring, and I don't think I'll have to do much to
make it spit at me." He pulled my foreskin up to cover
the head again and placed his palms on the top and
bottom, starting to move them in opposite directions
as I'd done to him the night before.
	"Ooooohhhh," I moaned, electrified by the sensations
even though I wasn't quite fully awake yet. I came up
out of my fog as Brad's strong hands began moving
faster, sending hot thrills into my glans and
foreskin.
	"I can feel how hard your cock is through the skin,"
he commented as he increased his pace. The delicious
sideways friction was irresistible, and I turned
slightly to lie flat on my back as my legs spread.
Brad was avidly churning my prick, twisting the tight
foreskin over my engorged helmet, as I sighed in
delight. I knew from experience that I wouldn't last
60 seconds under that intense stimulation.
	"Now for full speed," he said unnecessarily because I
felt his palms moving faster, sending hot thrills into
my prick. I was helpless in his hands, captivated by
the intense tickle in my helmet, and the way my rim
flared out from my straining glans to absorb more
friction.
	I felt the friction most in the rim, the way he was
moving his hands and my hood over my helmet. A
powerful tickle filled me glans, and now a tingle
began stabbing deeply into my rim, slowly spreading
all over the head. I was trying to relax, attempting
to prolong my pleasure and relishing the feeling of
anticipation, but Brad's stimulation was too strong. I
knew that I was going to come soon and come hard,
because of the tension in my lower body. I found my
eyes closing involuntarily, although the sight of
Brad's palms wringing my foreskin was fascinating. I
felt a drop of lubricant seep into my urethra deep
inside me and begin crawling up towards my gaping
orifice.
	The hot tingle spread all over my helmet, from the
flaring rim on top to the blunt front dome, and down
to the twin lobes underneath. Now the feeling
exploded, and I felt a sensation like a lightning bolt
shoot down my shaft and grip my root.
	"HAHHHHHH!" I cried out as the first spasm made the
root of my prick contract, expelling a torrent of hot
fluid that burned its way up my tube to slam through
the distended lips of my orifice. I cried out again as
my prick-root contracted and sent a second gush flying
through my throbbing prick. I yelped in agonized
ecstasy as Brad's hands ripped a third load from me,
and gasped as it bubbled up my tube. Now I felt my
foreskin being drawn down sharply, liberating my
throbbing, spitting helmet. Brad held my foreskin
tightly back, stretching the nerve endings to produce
further emissions without the friction that would
irritate my over-stimulated glans. The next
contractions became progressively weaker, and finally
there was just a mild seepage as my prick began to
soften.
	"I did it to you just like you did it to me," he
said. "It was nice to strip your skin back and see
that big pruple helmet shooting. Oh, yeah, I know you
usually dribble but this time you really shot hard the
first few loads."
	"I'm exhausted," I whispered.
	"You'll be all right, Jack. Just give it a minute.
Want to get into the shower? As soon as your dick gets
a little softer you'll flush out that sticky stuff
that's lining your urethra." He was right and I
struggled to my feet while Brad preceded me to run the
water.
	Inside the shower booth, we reveled in the hot water
that flowed down over our bodies, rinsing away a
night's perspiration. My foreskin stayed locked behind
my rim even though my prick had softened, and the hot
water on my helmet stimulated my urge to pee. I
relaxed and let go as Brad was retracting his long
hood to lock behind his rim. In a couple of seconds,
his thick yellow stream joined mine, flowing down the
drain as we sighed with relief. We then soaped each
other carefully, and rinsed ourselves thoroughly,
making sure no soap residue remained under our
foreskins to irritate the delicate tissues. We dried
each other and proceeded to the kitchen where I made
coffee and turned on the TV.
	The cheerful bimbo was at her usual post, delivering
tidings of tragedy as if she were announcing birthday
party invitations. Brad and I sipped our coffee and
half-listened until she said:
	"And now from Indianapolis, we learn that a Doctor
James Mangler was killed last night as he left his
office. He'd been working late doing paperwork while a
gunman waited in ambush. Police say the gunman used a
.338 Lapua caliber rifle equipped with a night vision
scope."
	"Well, fuck me!" exclaimed Brad. "Night vision!
That's a first!"
	"Don't forget the .338 Lapua Magnum cartridge, Brad.
That's a hot one. She didn't say where he was shot but
it just might have turned him inside-out."
	"Hell, a head shot with that and he'd have no head
left." The talking head had turned to another tragedy
and I clicked her off.
	"That reminds, me Brad, is there anything new on the
single-car crash that killed what's his name a couple
of weeks ago? You know, the doctor driving up for his
medical board hearing."
	"Oh, you mean Butcher," Brad replied. "That's still
pending. There's no evidence that another vehicle
collided with his. His car was so smashed up it was
just bent metal and charcoal. He must have been doing
80 miles an hour when he hit. No skid marks either.
Now just between us, nobody really cares, either. My
department has more recent crimes to worry about. Mrs.
Butcher gets all his money, so everybody benefits,
except the undertaker. There wasn't enough of him left
to embalm."
	"I wonder how many kids this Doctor Mangler
circumcised?" I mused.
	"No way to tell, right now. Maybe it'll come out,
sooner or later." I stretched out my arm to him and
asked:
	"Would you like something a little different from
last night?" He nodded and I led him back to the
bedroom, where I removed my electro-stimulation
equipment from a drawer.
	"This is something I've been playing with for
awhile," I said. "These electrodes fit on your prick
and balls and send electric pulses through them. You
don't know where yo
u're at. You just come."
	"Does it work as fast as that twisting thing we did
just now?" he asked.
	"Not necessarily," I explained as I slipped an
electrode inside his foreskin. "You can adjust the
current to mild or hot, and anything in between. It's
up to you. This can make you come in five minutes or
it can keep you hard for an hour."
	"Okay, let's do it," he said as I wrapped the band
around the base of his shaft. He placed one electrode
next to his anus while I stuck the last one behind his
scrotum. Then I clicked the unit to ON and nudged the
power knob.
	"Feel that?" I asked.
	"Yep, Feels kinda tingly," he replied. I increased
the power and adjusted the frequency to one that I
knew I enjoyed. "That's even better," he said, and I
noticed his penis begin to swell.
	"Just lie flat and leave the driving to us," I
counseled him as I spread several tissues over his
stomach to catch his cream. His prick was fully hard
by now, the outline of his helmet clearly visible
through the generous foreskin. Now I increased the
rhythm and power slightly, and his prick began to jerk
each time the LEDs flashed on the control panel.
	"That's really doing it to me," he commented as we
both watched his prick jerk harder, bobbing up and
down with the lights. We continued this way for a
couple of minutes, as I wanted him accustomed to the
pulses that were contracting the muscles in the root
of his prick.
	"Now a little more," I said as I twisted the power
knob, and this made Brad's prick bob in about a
30-degree arc, up and down, with each hot pulse.
	"Hey, I'm really feeling it now," he said.
	"I know your prick's feeling it. It's really swollen
now. Just look at that head." The outline of Brad's
straining helmet was bulging through the tightly
stretched foreskin that held the electrode in place. A
steady seepage of clear fluid flowed from the thick
pucker at the end of his hood, and I knew that the
salty fluid inside his foreskin provided good
conductivity for the current. I twisted the power knob
a bit more and saw that Brad's stomach muscles had
tightened. He spread his legs and clenched his fists.
	"Just close your eyes," I urged. "Just concentrate on
the feelings in your prick." He closed his eyes and
his legs began trembling slightly. I knew that he was
seconds away from exploding, and I deiced to leave the
power setting where it was because he'd soon shoot.
His hips rose slightly and I knew that the tension in
his body was peaking.
	"HUNH!" he grunted loudly as his hips bucked and I
saw a thick gush of white cream pouring from his
foreskin pucker. I knew that he had shot, but the
foreskin captured and slowed his stream. Brad's prick
was red, straining with the orgasm, and he grunted
again as the insistent pulses pulled another heavy
load from his prick. His pucker filled with cream that
flowed freely onto the tissues and soaked into them.
	Brad was totally caught up in the hot frenzy of his
electro-orgasm, and I heard him grunt again as he
bucked his hips to expel another stream from his
straining prick. I kept the power setting at the same
level because I knew that there was no friction to hit
his tender glans and the pulses would not cause
distress.
	"HUNH!" he went again, and poured another stream
through the slot in the end of his foreskin. The next
load was less, and now Brad's prick began a steady
seeping that became clearer was he exhausted his
semen. Now he was discharging only clear lubricant and
had stopped grunting, so I turned off the power to
allow him to relax.
	Released from the fury of his orgasm, Brad's body
lost its tension. His breathing slowed, and after a
couple of minutes he opened his eyes.
	"WOW! I feel like I just slammed into something at 80
miles per hour," he said. "That was terrific."
	"I'm glad it was good for you, Brad." I delicately
removed the electrodes from his body, carefully
peeling back his foreskin to release the one on his
helmet. I then removed the blue band from his shaft
while he removed the ones from between his cheeks and
behind his balls. He sat up, carefully squeezing the
residue from his urethra and foreskin, wiping the end
of his prick with a wad of tissues.
	"Hungry?" I asked. He nodded, and I went to the
kitchen to fix breakfast.

Continued in Part 24