Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 08:36:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Future Shocks, Part 2, Science Fiction, 2/?

Future Shock, Part 2
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

Note: This story is fiction, and given the plot,
mainly science fiction or imaginative fiction. Time
travel would be very nice if it were possible to do it
as easily as described here, especially considering
the benefits that this story describes.

Synopsis: After being recruited for a secret time
travel project operated by the government, I was
projected into the 23rd. Century, leaving my friend
and partner behind. To my surprise, people still spoke
English but the police picked me up because I had a
pistol in my backpack. After they determined I was not
a criminal or terrorist, one of the investigators,
Mike Stanmore, took me home to meet his partner. They
were as fascinated by my circumcised penis as I was by
their intact ones. I then learned that 23rd Century
medical techniques were able provide me with a clone
of my original foreskin.
      They filled me in on the drastic demographic and
social changes that had taken place since my time.
Earth's population was much smaller, and lifestyles
had changed.
       Anticipating that my partner John might soon be
following me, we awaited his arrival.

     Mike Stanmore and I stood together on the
sidewalk near the spot where I'd first arrived,
watching for John who might be following me into the
future. There were few people on the street, compared
to the masses I'd seen during the 20th Century.
      "What happened to shrink the population of the
Earth to less than that of the United States back
then?" I asked. "We were over 300 million in 2008, and
now the entire population of the Earth is only 200
million."
      "There were several wars during the 21st
Century, for one. When the Soviet Union broke apart,
communism wasn't replaced by an American or European
style democracy, but by the Russian Mafia. They took
over the government, and they tried to take over
Europe as well. They got their asses kicked, but even
though there were very few nuclear weapons used, a
couple of hundred million people died then," Mike
answered.
     "What about Asia?" I asked.
      "The Chinese, Indians, and Pakistanis got into
it later in the century," Mike said. They didn't have
many nukes, but they threw all they had at each other.
Well over a billion died then. Those countries were
wrecked, and then there were the epidemics. An
especially deadly version of Asian Flu hit them,
including Japan and the Philippines."
     "So I guess epidemics killed more people?" I
asked.
     "That's for sure. Antibiotics were useless
because they don't work against viruses. Bacterial
infections were running wild because they'd mutated
into antibiotic-resistant strains. It wasn't until the
22nd Century that we got some really effective
vaccines. By then the Earth's population was down to
about 200 million, and it's stayed steady since.
People finally realized that the Earth was too small
to support billions." We'd been watching during this
conversation, but John hadn't appeared.
     "How late should we stay?" I asked.
     "I guess we might as well pack it in right now,"
Mike answered. "Steve gets home earlier than I do, and
he'll have dinner going." We walked back to the police
building, where Mike's vehicle was parked.
     Steve was dressed as I'd seen him the previous
evening, and was stirring an electric pot was we
walked in. As Mike and I took off our clothing he
briefed us on the evening's menu:
      "Spaghetti and meatballs tonight. The meatballs
are actually vegetarian and they don't taste like
meat. They taste like garlic and herbs. I hope you'll
like them. I thought it would be a good idea to
introduce you gradually to some of the foods we have
now." Mike walked over to the robot bartender and
fixed a round of drinks. Sitting around the kitchen
table, we filled him in on the day's events.
     "So you're going to get a new foreskin?" he
asked. "I guess you must be pretty excited about
that."
     "I really am, and I also hope they send my friend
John forward. I think you'll enjoy meeting him."
      "We'll be on watch all day tomorrow, if that's
what it takes," added Mike. Steve got up and set the
table, removing his apron once all the food was
served. We ate hungrily, and I thought the flavor of
the food was superb. Afterward, they led me to the
bedroom where we'd spent the previous might sharing
the king-size bed.
     "From what I've already told you about how we
beat the epidemics, you can guess that STDs have been
pretty much wiped out," Mike began.
      "What that means is that things like oral sex
are as safe as other kinds of sex," Steve added.
"Since we had so much fun last night, I'd like to try
something slightly different now. I'd like to try oral
with you." We sat on the bed, and Steve pulled me
toward him.
     "I'd like to do oral on your prick too," I said.
"Both of you. I've never sucked an uncircumcised prick
in my life. There were so few of them." Steve slipped
into a "69" position with me and I saw his prick, with
its thick and wrinkled foreskin overhang, inches in
front of my eyes. During the few moments I merely
watched it, I saw it begin to swell. I felt his
fingers lightly grasping my shaft and the hot touch of
his lips on my helmet.
      "Man, I think you two really turn each other
on," I heard Mike say as he sat against the headboard
where he could watch us and stroke his prick at the
same time. I felt Steve's tongue tickling my slit,
which began to pout as my helmet swelled. I worked my
tongue inside the long nipple of his foreskin,
enjoying the rich masculine odor and taste, and
feeling the helmet harden against my tongue. Steve's
glans was very smooth compared to those that had been
circumcised, and I knew it was more sensitive as well.
     "Push your tongue in farther," Mike coached me.
"Steve enjoys it when I dig in deep and work around
his flange." I did as he recommended, pushing forward
to explore the contours of Steve's flaring rim.
Meanwhile, Steve had lip-locked my corona and was
twisting his head as his tongue-tip probed my teardrop
shaped orifice.
      "Your balls are tightening up," Mike commented.
I saw that Steve's scrotum, inches in front of my
eyes, was indeed contracting with excitement, and I
cupped his balls as I twirled my tongue around his rim
inside the tight foreskin. Steve had begun to moan,
and I knew he was ahead of me. I felt the vibrations
of his moaning in my helmet. His glans was much more
sensitive than mine, and as I moved my tongue around
his rim I was stretching his foreskin, containing all
those exquisite nerve endings.
      "Squeeze his shaft," Mike said to Steve, and I
felt Steve's strong fingers encircle the base of my
prick and contract gently. This slowed the flow of
blood out of my penis and I felt my shaft and glans
engorging even more. Meanwhile, Steve's excitement was
peaking. Although I wasn't squeezing his shaft I felt
the head enlarge inside its foreskin. I grasped his
shaft and pulled hard away from me, peeling the long
foreskin off his tasty glans and letting my tongue and
lips have direct contact with his swollen helmet. The
foreskin was now bunched up behind his rim, forming a
thick collar.
      I heard Steve yelp as I twisted my lips around
his hard, flaring corona, and then his shaft throbbed
in my hand. I felt his hot hard prick thrust into me
and a flood of hot salty fluid poured from his orifice
onto my tongue and into the back of my throat. He'd
removed his mouth from my prick and was now grunting
with the sensations I was giving him. I felt his shaft
and helmet throb again and another powerful stream
poured into my mouth as I swallowed frantically.
     The chlorine odor and flavor of fresh sperm
filled my mouth and nose, and I tightened my lips
around his corona as I flicked my tongue under his
helmet to strum his frenulum. His straining glans
disgorged another hot load as he cried out helplessly,
totally enraptured by the sweet sensations in his
groin. I swallowed again, just in time to receive
another load. This one wasn't as forceful, and the
volume seemed to be less. Steve's prick throbbed
again, and this time I felt a dribble emerge from his
slit. Steve shuddered a couple of times as his prick
throbbed its last drops into my waiting mouth.
      "That was a really hot come," Mike commented and
I felt his gentle fingers continue to knead my sac.
Steve's penis began to wilt in my mouth, and I felt
the helmet withdraw into its thick fleshy hood as it
shrank. I licked his sperm away carefully, knowing
that his tip would be sper-sensitive after orgasm, and
finally pulled his long hood fully forward. Steve and
I lay still for a minute or two, and then he began
reviving from his daze.
      "Oh, man, Jack, that was really hot," he said.
"Now it's your turn. Mike and I are going to work on
you and get you shooting your load."
      "I really loved to feel your big smooth tip
shooting in my mouth," I said. "Once I skinned it back
I had your naked helmet right against my tongue. I
loved the taste of your cream, too." As I spoke, Steve
shifted position slightly and I felt his fingers grip
the base of my shaft again, squeezing to further
harden my erection. His mouth closed around my glans,
tongue probing my orifice and lips encircling the
sensitive tissue between my scar ring and rim. As I'd
already made him come, I relaxed and concentrated on
the sensations they were pouring into me.
      With both of them concentrating on my prick and
balls, my excitement rose quickly. I felt my shaft and
helmet swelling to final hardness, and my contracted
scrotum resisted Mike's gentle tugs that stretched the
thick skin's nerve endings.
      "Twist your mouth around his rim," Mike coached
Steve, and I felt the hot side-slipping sensations as
Steve's lips caressed my corona. My swollen glans
ached for release and I wondered how much longer it
would take as I closed my eyes.
      "Use your teeth, Steve, because his tip's not as
sensitive," urged Mike, and a moment later I felt the
scrape of Steve's teeth running down the broad upper
surface of my helmet. His tongue-tip stabbed into my
orifice again, and I felt the hot tingle begin in my
straining helmet. Steve's fingers suddenly squeezed
the base of my shaft hard, and I felt an explosion of
sensation that shot down deep inside me. My cock-root
contracted in the thud-thud-thud of ejaculation, and a
gush of hot fluid burned its way up my shaft.
      "AH-AH-AH!" I cried out as the hot rush of my
orgasm hit me with the force of an express train. My
body shuddered as the first jet flew out of my
straining glans into Steve's waiting mouth. I felt his
teeth scrape my glans again, sending another jet
shooting up from my root to my tip. My body shuddered
and my legs trembled with the force of my biological
storm as my throbbing tip discharged another load. I
was totally lost in the hot frenzy of my orgasm,
helpless in their hands as they pulled stream after
hot stream from my prick.
      Now my orgasm was slowing, and my jets were less
forceful, but the tingle continued throughout my
groin. I was still moaning, and finally stopped as the
last drops seeped from the lips of my orifice. I felt
Steve's lips slip forward on my wilting glans,
scooping up the thick fluid that coated it, and then
his tongue worked around my slit to lick away the
residue.
      "Your sperm was very tasty," I heard him say
faintly through my stupor. I lay inert as Steve had,
until I began to revive. I opened my eyes to see Mike
next to me, fingers gently working on his prick,
twisting his foreskin around the swollen purple
mushroom.
      "I want to find out how your sperm tastes," I
said as I moved closer and encircled the front his hot
hard prick with my lips. Mike's prick had a strong
smell from the copious amount of lubricant he'd been
seeping, some of which had oozed down onto the outside
of his foreskin. My lips squeezed his mushroom's rim
through the skin as my tongue licked the thick
lubricant from the outside of his hood. Now I moved
back slightly
 so that my lips could push back his foreskin as my
tongue-tip drilled into his slit.
      "Oh, oh, oh," Mike moaned as I stripped back his
foreskin with my lips, savoring that rich male taste
of his glans. I grasped his shaft at the base with my
right hand, clamping my fingers tightly to enhance his
erection. Steve tugged on Mike's tight scrotum as Mike
had on mine, and I knew that he wouldn't be able to
hold back his sperm no matter how much he tried to
relax.
      Mike's prick lubed heavily into my mouth, and I
had to swallow repeatedly as the relentless flood
continued. Now I had pushed Mike's foreskin back onto
the shaft to expose his rim and groove, which I
caressed with my lips. Now I strummed his frenulum,
exploring the wide groove where the two halves of his
corona came together under the head.
      I pulled down hard on his shaft skin with my
tightly encircling fingers, and I felt his frenulum
pull the front of his mushroom head down with the
tension. Now I twisted my lips around his high rim,
feeling his body tense as his moans changed to heavy
grunts.
      "You're really getting him aroused," I heard
Steve say as he continued the tension on Mike's
scrotum. Mike's legs began trembling, and I saw his
stomach muscles contract. I tightened my lips and
twisted my head to caress both the swollen rim and the
deep groove behind it. Suddenly mike's body jerked and
I felt his prick drive deeper into my mouth.
       "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted loudly as he
discharged the first load of sperm into my mouth. The
odor and taste of chlorine filled my mouth as I
swallowed. I felt his mushroom glans throb again as it
spat another long gush into the back of my throat. I
touched his long slit with my tongue-tip and felt it
distend as another thick rope of sperm coated my
tongue and palate.
      Mike was still crying out helplessly as Steve
and I worked on him, driving his orgasm, and pulling
more discharges from his straining prick. The
discharges were less now, and I was able to swallow
each one easily. They tapered off to a dribble, and
then stopped. Mike's prick didn't even twitch as it
began to soften and I licked the thick creamy fluid
from it. I worked all around his glans and then began
easing his foreskin forward toward me as I run my
fingertip up the underside of his shaft to force out
the residue. I licked away each drop as it appeared to
part the lips of his long slit, and then pulled his
foreskin forward to cover and protect the precious
head.
     "I loved that too," I said to Steve. "I can't
decide which one of you was tastier. Your pricks are
similar, but different in their own ways." Steve
caressed my thigh as we waited for Mike to arouse
himself from his daze. His eyes were closed and I
sensed the relaxation creeping over his body. I
reached for Steve's prick, now dormant, and began
pulling on his long foreskin nipple.
      "That's nice but what we're gonna do to you when
Mike wakes up will be even nicer," he said. At this
moment Mike opened his eyes.
      "Someone mention my name?" he asked as he
clasped my limp prick, gently squeezing the helmet.
      "I was just telling Jack that we've got a
surprise planned for him tonight." Steve cupped my
balls as he spoke. Mike got up and went to the closet,
returning with a gray colored plastic box and a wire
harness.
     "I'm going to show him," Mike said as he put the
box on the bed next to me. "Now lie on your back, and
we'll get started."
      "Is this your e-stim stuff?" I guessed.
      "Yep, it is," Mike answered. "I'm going to hook
you up and then we'll see what happens."
      "You might not think you can come again so soon
after your orgasm, but you'll be surprised what this
stuff can do," Steve began explaining. "This sends
pulses right through your nerves, in your penis, your
prostate, and the rest. This is really powerful
stimulation."
      "I know how powerful it can be," I answered. "I
had one myself back then. We'd found it was especially
helpful for us cut guys whose foreskin nerve endings
were gone, and with our helmets all dried out. You saw
how my tip's much less sensitive than yours last night
and again this evening."
      "Yes, that's right," Mike said. "I'd guess that
electro-stim helps a lot if you've been circumcised,
although we never tried it on a circumcised guy. We
never met any until we met you. Now this unit's a lot
more sophisticated than the one you had. I think it'll
work even better on you." As he spoke, Mike slipped a
soft plastic cap onto my helmet. It was a loose fit,
but became tighter as my glans was swelling. It had a
thin sleeve that went as far as the groove behind my
rim and a tight band to keep it in place, sealing into
the groove. An electrical connector protruded from the
front of the cap.
      "This is for the `A' channel," Mike explained.
"Now let's put the other pole on you." He slipped what
looked like a thick rubber band over my now stiff
prick, guiding it down to the base of my shaft.
     "That sets up the first circuit," said Steve.
Mike pressed an adhesive pad with a wire attached into
the flesh behind my balls, and another one between my
buttocks, just touching my anus.
     "Now that's the `B' Channel," he said. "If
they're uncomfortable we can change them around. Just
let us know."
      "That's a lot like what I used back then," I
commented.
      "Then this is a good starting set-up," Mike
said. "Now I'm going to turn it on. It's
pre-programmed, so you don't have to worry about
setting the power, and it senses the optimum levels
and frequencies for you." He flipped a switch on the
box and I felt a pleasant tingling in my groin, from
the tip of my penis all the way back to my anus, as
waves of pulses coursed through my tender flesh. I
noticed a green light had lit on the unit's control
panel.
       "This is a sort of test phase," Mike explained.
"It's sending pulses through you to measure your
body's resistance and determine the best power level
and frequencies for each channel. When it's ready to
give you the full treatment you'll see a red light."
The pleasant, undulating pulses continued, maintaining
my erection as they flashed through the nerves in my
penis and groin.
      "See that?" Mike asked as he pointed to a red
light that had just come on. "It's ready to go. How
long do you want to take before orgasm?"
      "I didn't know I could select a time," I
answered.
      "Oh, yes, that's adjustable. I'll set it for
five minutes. That means that the power level will
increase slowly for five minutes, and reach the
trigger point right at the end. When you start coming,
the power level will drop a little, to avoid
discomfort, and stay that way to keep the sensations
going. You turn it off manually." He turned a selector
switch and pressed a button, and I felt the tingling
slowly increase.
      "How does it feel?" Steve asked after a few
seconds.
      "Oh, heavenly," I replied. "This feels like my
old unit, only better." The tingle-inducing pulses had
increased, and I felt my scrotal sac tightening under
me. I lay back and relaxed, confident that this
futuristic device would bring me to an intense, and
mind-blasting orgasm.
      Another minute passed in silence, as I enjoyed
the sensations that were gradually becoming sharper
and more intense. Mike and Steve stared at me avidly,
until Steve broke the silence:
      "We can see what it's doing to you, Jack. Your
helmet's swollen even more, and it's turned dark
purple. I bet your shaft feels very rigid to you."
      "It does, really," I answered. "How much
longer?"
      "It's got about two minutes to go, Jack. Now I
didn't tell you that this unit has a built-in edger.
It's gonna bring you right to the edge and maintain
you there for a full minute before it lets you come."
I felt the intensity increase, and my legs began
trembling.
      "Just try to stay relaxed, Jack. Let the unit do
the work," Steve murmured as he took my hand in his.
"We'll be right here with you." The sensations became
more intense, and my hot hard glans strained for
release. I felt a tickle deep inside me denoting that
my natural lubricant had begun to flow. I felt my
prostate and anus throbbing with the pulses being fed
to them through the "B" channel.
      "You're almost at four minutes," Mike said, just
as my eyes closed. I began gasping with the intensity
of the sensations and then I felt a hot tingle
pervading my groin, from the tip of my prick, through
my balls and prostate, right to my throbbing anus. I
began grunting, aware that I was being held right at
the brink of my orgasm, trapped in a limbo of
anticipation, and that my release was still almost a
minute away.
      "Ah-AH-AH" I heard myself gasping, as my
conscious mind went on "HOLD." I was totally unaware
of the room around me, or Steve and Mike next to me,
because the overpowering sensations of imminent orgasm
dominated all of my consciousness. Now my entire body
was tingling in anticipation, and time stopped.
      Suddenly, a hot thrill shot through my glans and
shaft, followed an instant later by a heavy pulse
stabbing into my prostate and anus. I cried out
helplessly as I felt the hot torrent of cream shooting
into my tube and rushing up towards my helmet. My hips
bucked as the jet erupted to fill the inside of the
cup, trapped against my tender flesh by the seal
around my groove.
     I cried out again as another hot jet burned its
way up my urethra, shooting into the cup and swirling
around my throbbing glans. Another sharp contraction
deep inside me sent its load of hot lava up my
throbbing shaft, and I felt more cream fill the cup
around my helmet. More jets followed, although they
were weaker, and I noticed that the pulses were weaker
as well, holding me on the plane of my orgasm so that
I could enjoy the pleasant sensations after I'd
drained myself. Finally, the pulses stopped, and I
began sinking into the stupor that followed, exhausted
by the frenzy of my orgasm.
      As I lay dazed I became dimly aware that Steve
and Mike were removing the electrodes from my body. I
opened my eyes to see Mike stripping the cap electrode
from my glans, and then Steve began milking my now
limp shaft to draw out the residue. Mike put down the
cap electrode and dabbed at my slit with a tissue,
sopping up the last drops of cream and the clear
lubricant that had mixed with it.
      "Let's take a shower," Steve said, grasping my
hand to help me up. We went into the bathroom where
the king-size custom shower stall was located. It was
five feet square and three of the walls were lined
with nozzles to provide an even spray over most of our
bodies. The two had had the special shower built so
that they could shower together and even entertain
friends, as it was roomy enough for four people.
     The water streaming on our bodies from hundreds
of orifices was not too hot, but just the right
temperature. As it cascaded down my body and over my
penis I felt a powerful urge to pee, which I
communicated to Steve and Mike.
      "Sure, go ahead," Steve urged. "It's just water,
anyway. It's all going down the drain." Mike nodded
assent, and I stopped straining against the urge,
letting my sphincter relax. My thick yellow stream
poured from my orifice, landing between our feet. When
I'd finished Steve said:
      "Hey watch this." He pinched the end of his long
foreskin nipple and we watched as the foreskin began
to swell, like an inflating balloon. It distended to
twice the diameter of his helmet before he let go,
releasing a thick gush of urine that splashed all over
our calves and feet. He grasped it again between thumb
and forefinger to make his foreskin distend again
under the pressure of the trapped urine. He released
it, and another heavy gush sprayed over our legs. This
time, he let the residue run out through the nozzle of
his foreskin until only a dribble remained, and then
he skinned back to bare the big purple helmet.
      "My turn," said Mike as he pinched the pucker
that extended beyond his glans. His foreskin swelled
and then he let go, allowing his pent-up fluid to
spray over our legs. He repeated the exercise twice
more before baring his mushroom shaped glans to rinse
it under the spray of water.
      "I wish I could do that. I'd never seen that
before, but I guess I'll be able to do that in a few
days," I said.
      "We all learned to do that as kids," Mike
explained. "That's one of the first things a kid does
once he understands that he can control the flow with
his fingers."
      "Parents used to think that was dirty, but now
they understand that it's healthy," Steve told me. I
must have looked puzzled, because Mike broke in:
      "This is an easy and painless way of stretching
a boy's tight foreskin. Most boys are born with tight
foreskins. It's like the hymen on a girl. Sooner or
later, though, it's helpful to retract the foreskin,
both for washing and for sex. Pinching the end when
you pee stretches the skin."
      "So does masturbation," said Steve. "The
back-and-forth movement of the foreskin over the head
is a very pleasant way of stretching it and loosening
any adhesions. It's awful to think that several
hundred years ago doctors would amputate the foreskin
if it didn't go back right away."
      "Hell, they circumcised boys to prevent
masturbation," Mike added. I shuddered when I heard
this.
      The following day when Mike took me in to work
with his there was a message for me. My new foreskin
clone was ready, and I was to contact Dr. Simmons at
the hospital as soon as possible.
     I reported to the hospital and the receptionist
directed me down the hall to the preparation room,
where I stripped off my clothing. The male nurse
assistant to Dr. Simmons ushered me into the bathroom
to take a shower.
      In the operating room the nurse assistant helped
me onto the table. Dr. Simmons entered, already in cap
and gown. A surgical mask hung around his neck.
     "As I'd told you the other day," Dr. Simmons
began, "we won't use sutures as in the old days. We
use `Biobond,' which is a tissue glue that actually
becomes part of the tissues it's attaching. This is
why you won't have any scars and you'll be healed in
about 24 hours."
     "That sounds really encouraging," I said.
      "Well, I'm ready if you are," he said. "I don't
think local anesthesia would be right for this because
I'd have to inject anesthetic all around the base of
your penis and that would require several needle
punctures that would leave it swollen and blue. I'm
going to put you under general anesthesia, but not
with drugs." The nurse applied an adhesive pad to each
of my temples as the doctor spoke. "This is electrical
anesthesia, very gentle, very effective, and it leaves
you with no hangover or after-effects. A
high-frequency current just puts you to sleep and when
I turn it off you'll wake up immediately."
"We're going to have you on oxygen too, as a
precaution," he continued as the nurse put a mask over
my nose and mouth. I saw his arm move and the next
thing I knew was that he'd changed position and was
smiling down at me.
      "It's all over and it went perfectly," he said.
"Want to look at it?" I raised my head and saw my
penis wrapped in a transparent bandage, a thick bulge
where skin now covered the helmet. The end of my
foreskin formed a nipple beyond my glans.
     "I don't feel any pain," I said.
     "You should not feel any pain at all. There's no
reason for pain as we didn't pierce the skin with
needles. This was a lot better than when you were
circumcised as a baby, I'm sure. I understand that was
done without anesthesia back during the 20th Century."
      "Yeah, you're right. Back then doctors told
parents their babies didn't feel the pain because
their nervous systems weren't developed enough. Now
how long will the bandage have to stay on, and how
long will I be out of action? Weeks?" Dr. Simmons
smiled.
      "The bandage can come off in a few hours.
Meanwhile, don't move or stretch your new foreskin in
any way. If you have to urinate just let go through
your hood and don't try to skin back. Then just blot
any residue with some toilet paper."
     "Thanks, doctor," I said. "It looks like a
terrific job."
      "It should be. Now it looks just like mine," he
said with a laugh.
      "When can I skin it back and all that?" I asked.
I felt shy about asking about having sex.
     "I think you should be all right in 48 hours.
That's twice the healing time and I think it's not too
long to wait."
     "Will I get back the sensitivity I lost?" I
asked.
      "Oh, yes, no doubt about that. First to come
back will be the nerve endings in your foreskin. Can
you feel this?" He touched his fingertip lightly
against my foreskin through the bandage.
     "Yes, I can feel that perfectly."
     "Well, you'll have full feeling in your foreskin
as the nerves finish reattaching, within 48 hours. Now
your glans is a different problem. I presume you were
circumcised at birth, right?"
     "Yes I was," I replied.
     "Well, this means that your glans has been
exposed and dried out all of your life. The top layer
of tissue is keratinized and thicker than it would
have been if it had remained protected by foreskin.
It's going to take months for the mucus membrane to
thin out and shed those extra cells. I can give you
something to apply to speed up the process, though."
     "What's that?" I asked.
      "It's something that was developed during the
20th Century, retinoic acid. It was originally used
for chemical peels, but we've found that in diluted
form, it can gently peel the top layer of keratinized
cells from the glans and restore sensitivity in a few
days."
     "That sounds really good, Doctor. How do I use
it?"
      "I'll give you a tube of the cream now. After 48
hours, retract your foreskin and apply a small amount
of the cream, about the size of a pea, to your glans.
Use your foreskin to spread it evenly over your glans,
and then leave it alone. After about three days you'll
see the top layer of tissue on your glans sloughing
off, like skin peels after a sunburn. You'll also find
your glans more sensitive then."
     "That's all I have to do? Do I apply it only
once?"
     "That's up to you, Jack. If you're satisfied with
the sensitivity, don't do anything else. If you feel
that one application didn't do enough for you, repeat
the treatment in a week. Again, apply only a little
bit. If you don't get more sensitivity after the
second treatment, you've gone as far as you can."
      "I'll certainly be anticipating my first orgasm
now that I've got my foreskin back," I said, my
shyness having dissipated because of the doctor's
caring and confident manner.
      "I know you'll find it enjoyable, even
mind-blowing. There's one more thing I should tell
you. You've got a frenulum now. You know what that is,
right?" When I nodded he continued.
      "I made yours slightly shorter than it was
naturally. This is a little improvement I picked up
doing these restorations. When you pull back hard on
your foreskin, you'll be putting enough tension on
your frenulum that you'll pull the front of your glans
down. You'll also be stretching the nerve endings in
your new frenulum. You'll find that this increases
your sensations." I'd seen this on Mike's penis when
I'd brought it to orgasm, and knew the effect it had
when I tugged on it to make his mushroom dip.
      "Okay, then you're ready to go. There's no need
to contact me unless you have a question or a problem.
We rarely have any complications from this procedure."
I slipped off the table and began dressing, surprised
that my recently-operated penis was not tender as I
slipped on my underwear. Mike was in the waiting room,
and he got up when he saw me.
      "How'd it go?" he asked.
      "Perfectly, I guess. Back in my own time I'd be
in pain for two or three weeks it would take to
recover. The doc told me I'd be a hundred percent in
48 hours, and it's not even tender now. I'm not even
groggy from the electrical anesthesia."
      "That's how surgery goes these days," he said.
"It's quick and easy."
      "Much better than back then," I said. "A guy I
knew got circumcised as an adult, and man, was he in
pain for weeks! He'd had it done because his
girlfriend said she liked circumcised cocks better and
after the operation he was really sorry he'd had it
done. I remember he was really bitter about it a year
later when she left him for another guy. Now he didn't
have either a girlfriend or his foreskin."
      "I guess that's the kind of shit people did
then," Mike shrugged. We walked out to his vehicle and
climbed in.
      "Do you want to join me on the stake-out?" Mike
asked. "Maybe you'd like to rest a little after your
surgery."
      "No, I feel just fine," I said. "The anesthesia
didn't give me a hang-over, and it doesn't hurt, so I
guess I'm okay."
      "That's fine," he said. "We'll just go right
there and maintain our watch." Mike easily found a
parking space only a few yards from where I'd first
appeared and we got out.
      "I'm a little hungry, though," I said to him
after a few minutes.
      "That's no problem. Just a few doors down is a
place you really might enjoy." I looked at him
inquiringly.
      "It's a pizza stand. I understand that was one
of most popular foods back in your time. Let's get a
couple of slices." We walked over and ordered a slice
each, Mike paying for them with his card. After that,
we stood in a doorway eating our slices, in a scene
that reminded me of Popeye Doyle in an old movie, "The
French Connection." Popeye had stood eating a slice of
pizza in a doorway during a stakeout, just as we were
doing now.
      I was scanning the faces of the men approaching
us, looking for John. The rest of the afternoon passed
without our seeing him, and at five Mike suggested
going home. As before, Steve was waiting for us,
wearing only his apron and slippers.
      "Meat loaf and salad tonight," he said as he
mixed our drinks with the robot bartender. "It's
vegetarian meatloaf, but it tastes just like a mixture
of pork and beef. The salad's all natural, though.
It's not made of plastic or petroleum products." We
ate with gusto and then Mike and I removed our
clothes. Steve was eager to see the results of my
surgery.
      "It looks pretty good, what I can see through
the plastic," he said. "In fact, it looks just like
mine."
      "I told the doctor I wanted an extra long
foreskin," I explained. "I really like the looks of
your prick, Steve, and I wanted the same thing for
myself."
      "When does the bandage come off?" he asked. "I'd
like to see it without that plastic on it, and I'd
like to feel it too."
      "The doctor told me to keep the bandage on for
24 hours, and not to have sex or even try to skin back
for 48. It should be healed by then."
      "I'd like to get my hands on it too," Mike
added. "Even circumcised your cock looked good to me.
Now it looks perfect."
      "I think we'd better let Jack get some rest,"
Steve suggested. "He's experienced a lot for one day,
and it won't be all that long before he's back in
action." We sat around drinking and talking for a
couple of hours after that, and then went to bed. I
was in the middle, snuggled up between Steve and Mike.

      The following day produced no results, although
Mike and I stayed on watch from eight in the morning
until five in the afternoon.
      "Think he'll show?" I asked him at one point.
      "There's no way of telling," he replied. "We're
doing this based on several assumptions. First is that
they'll send him in the first place. The second is
that they'll send him to the same spot they sent you.
The third assumption is that they'll send him at about
the same time. They might do something totally
different, such as sending him another 100 years into
the future, or maybe into Europe. Britain would be a
good choice, for example."
      At five we went home, and Steve had another
delicious dinner for us. This time it was real
hamburgers, with real ground beef and all the
trimmings, which we ate with gusto. After we'd eaten
Mike and I got undressed and Steve removed his apron.
      "I'm really eager to see your cock unwrapped,"
Steve said. I carefully peeled the transparent plastic
bandage from my penis and they both stared avidly.
      "You can hardly see any scarring," Mike pointed
out.
      "It feels okay," I said, "but I can't even skin
it back for another day. The doctor told me to be
careful about that. I can't even peel it back to pee."
      "How do you do it, then?" Steve asked.
      Yes, show us," echoed Mike. "Come on in the
bathroom if you have to go now." We went into the
bathroom, where Mike pointed me toward the sink.
      "Go ahead, do it in there so we can see it all,"
he said. I relaxed my sphincter and we watched the
yellow liquid dribble and splatter from my foreskin's
long nipple. When I had finished, I milked my penis
down and dabbed at the end of the foreskin with a wad
of toilet paper.
      "I can't even skin back to clean right now," I
explained, "but tomorrow I guess I'll be able to do
that." I was impatient to get back some of the
sensitivity in my glans, and I decided to jump the gun
slightly.
     "I'm just going to squirt a little of this into
my foreskin," I sad after I'd explained what retinoic
acid cream did. "That way it should start working
right away." I placed the mouth of the tube against my
foreskin pucker and squeezed slightly, feeling the
coolness of the cream as it invaded my foreskin
cavity. I massaged it very gently to spread it, and
then we went back into the living room.
      As we'd done the previous evening, we sat around
talking and helping ourselves to a few more drinks
before going to bed. The following day we took up
station at eight again, and shortly after noon we
bought a couple of slices of pizza, which we again ate
while standing in a doorway a la Popeye Doyle.
      A minute after I'd swallowed the last bite I saw
him. I immediately moved toward him, with Mike hanging
back as we'd discussed. John was looking around him
wide-eyed, taking in his first view of the world two
centuries after his time.
      "Hey, John," I said when I was a few feet from
him. I saw that, unlike me, he was dressed in a robe.
      "You're all right, then," he blurted.
      "Yes I am. Did you think I wasn't?"
      "Well, the people back then don't think you
were. They tried to pull you back a couple of days ago
but all they got was the remote control. They thought
either something had happened to you or that you'd
lost the remote."
      "Well, actually I didn't have the remote on me
when they tried to pull me back. Did they send you
after me?"
      "Actually, yes and no," he replied. "They'd
called me in, as they wanted to send me as follow-up a
couple of days after you left, and that's when they
found that they couldn't get you back. This caused
some concern, but as there was no evidence of anything
bad having happened to you, they decided to send me,
telling me to be extra careful." He pointed at his
back-pack. "They even gave me two guns."
      "John, there's someone I want you to meet," I
said. "He's a new friend I made, and between us we can
explain a lot about what's happened here." I pointed
toward Mike, and we walked over to him.
      "This is Mike Stanmore," I said. "Meet John
Bland. He's the guy I'd told you about." Mike held out
his hand and John took it."
      "Maybe we should go over to my office," Mike
suggested. "Are you carrying a remote control, John?'
John nodded, and Mike went on:
      "I'm a little worried that they might try to
pull you back sooner than they did Jack. The sooner
you get that off your person the safer you'll be."
      "Safer? What danger are you talking about?" John
asked.
      "I don't think you'll be too eager to go back
after you hear what we've got to tell you," I
answered. Mike was already using his personal
communicator, which looked remarkably like a
cell-phone, to summon a police vehicle because his
two-seater wouldn't take us all. As we waited, Mike
and I began to fill John in on the history of the last
two centuries.
      A large vehicle pulled up, a uniformed officer
driving, and we climbed in. The drive was a short one,
and once inside Mike asked John to give him his
remote. He left the room, presumably to put it in a
locker where if it activated it wouldn't take anyone
with it back to the 21st Century. When he returned, he
asked John for his back-pack. Mike opened it and
extracted the two pistols and laid them on the table.
      "It's illegal to carry concealed weapons without
a permit," he explained. "Since you've just arrived
and had no way of knowing that, we won't press
changes. We didn`t press charges with Jack for that
reason. It's only a technicality, anyway. We'll get
you an ID card and then if you really want a
concealed-carry permit, you'll be able to get one
legally." At this point Wallace came in.
      "Oh, you've got another one," he observed. "I
heard about it and rushed right over." Mike introduced
him:
     "John Bland, this is Investigator Wallace. We
work together." They shook hands and Wallace
continued:
      "I'll leave you in Mike's hands. Since we
already know about the time travel business there's no
need to question you. I just hope you adapt to our
time as well as Jack has." With that he left.
      Mike and I continued to fill John in on the
present era. John was surprised to learn of the
drastic decrease in the Earth's population.
      "What about Africa and South America?" he asked.
"What happened to them?
      "South America pretty much wiped out its own
population with their banana wars," Mike explained.
"All the petty dictators thought grandiose ideas, such
as being another Hitler and conquering the world. They
pretty much killed each other off. Now there are very
few people left alive down there."
	"How about Africa?" I prompted. "You didn't tell me
what happened with them."
      "Well, our history books told us that Africa was
even worse off. After the European countries abandoned
their colonies, they were pretty much ruled by
governments that were as corrupt as any on the planet.
Add to that their awful public health problem and you
have an impossible situation."
      "In our time, AIDS was a big problem in Africa,"
John said.
      "It continued to be a big problem," Mike added.
      "There was some research back then that said
that circumcision prevented AIDS, based on studies of
some African tribes," I added.
      "Yes, that belief continued for years," Mike
declared. "We knew that this wasn't so, because even
back in the 20th Century, some people compared AIDS
rates between the United States and Europe. Europe had
a lower AIDS rate, although most European men weren't
circumcised. Here in the U. S. where almost all males
were circumcised, the rate was higher."
     "So what happened with Africa?" John persisted.
      "Well, during the 21st Century, the African
Union got persuaded by this phony research to have all
males in Africa circumcised. We now know that the
research was funded by a company that manufactured
circumcision clamps, so it's no surprise that the
research produced results that would help their
business. The company had some influence in
Washington, and for a few years the American
Government funded a program to circumcise all males in
Africa. The little dictators thought this was a good
idea because the company that made the tools gave them
a royalty on every one used in their countries, and
they enforced universal circumcision. They had the
police and the army round up the males and bring them
in handcuffed to get circumcised."
      "Did this do any good?" I asked.
      "No it didn't; just the reverse," Mike answered.
"Remember that public health and the state of medical
care in Africa was awful. It turned out that the
doctors doing the circumcisions didn't even bother to
sterilize their instruments. All those circumcisions
actually spread AIDS because of those dirty
instruments. Within a few years almost the entire
African population had AIDS."
      "So they all died of AIDS?" John asked.
      "No, not all," Mike replied. "The entire public
health situation in Africa was poor. AIDS can kill you
in 15 or 20 years. Many people died long before then,
of malnutrition, malaria, Marburg Virus, and other
tropical diseases. AIDS just finished off those who
hadn't died of other causes. Today, Africa is a
pest-hole, but there's almost nobody left alive." John
looked very reflective as he heard this.
     "Speaking of AIDS," I said, "maybe we'd better
get John vaccinated." At this point Wallace came in
again.
      "Have you got our new guest fixed up with an ID
Card?" he asked Mike Stanmore. Mike got to his feet.
      "I'll take care if it right now," he said. "I'll
also get him vaccinated. We went down together to Dr.
Eddy's office. The doctor gave John a quick physical
and then his vaccinations. The final step was to
scrape the inside of John's cheek for DNA typing. Next
was the formality of getting a new card. He ran John
through the same procedure I'd had a few days ago, and
when John had his new card in his hand Mike said:
      "The day's shot now. Let's go home. "I'll have
Steve pick us up because my car holds only two." A few
minutes later we were in their kitchen, where Steve
fixed us our drinks.
      "Take off your clothes, John," I said as I
stripped down. "Mike and Steve are nudists, and
they're gay." This was a lot for John to absorb in one
day, and he looked bewildered as he took off his
clothing without even noticing the new foreskin on my
penis. He gulped down his drink quickly and Steve
fixed him another while Mike was undressing. Then
Steve stripped too and we sat around the table.
     "We can tell him about what we did the last few
days," I reassured Steve and Mike. "John's not
possessive, either."       John sat at the table,
leaning forward eagerly, as Steve and Mike took turns
telling him about our sexual adventures. When they'd
finished, John said:
      "I really envy you two. You didn't have to get
circumcised as babies. I did, and I've been stretching
my shaft skin for a year to get more length to cover
the head." He stood up to show them, and Steve
commented:
      "Well, that's pretty good. You've got enough
skin to cover the rim so far."
      "I'd really like to have a foreskin like yours,"
he said to Steve. "I always wanted one with a long
nipple, and I doubt I can stretch mine that much."
      "You won't have to, John," said Mike. "Take a
look at Jack's cock. I think you didn't notice what
he's got." At this cue, I stood up and turned to John,
who looked down at my crotch curiously.
      "What happened?" he asked. "You've got a
foreskin!" He sat down, placing his eyes closer to my
groin to inspect my penis more closely.
      "I just had microsurgery the other morning," I
began. "The hospital took some cells from the inside
of my cheek and cloned me a new foreskin." John looked
stunned, disbelieving.
      "You're not hallucinating, John," Steve said.
"This is all real."
      "You can have a new foreskin, grown right from
your own cells, if you want," I said. "I did, and with
the advances in surgery over the years, the healing
takes only a couple of days and you can't even see
scars." John peered closely at my penis and then
grasped it around the glans between two fingers,
gently sliding the foreskin up and down. My penis
began to respond to the stimulation and I felt it
swelling.
     "Go ahead," Steve said. "You're his friend and
you should have the honor of skinning him back for the
first time." John's fingers delicately slid the
foreskin back and forth over my rapidly swelling
helmet while the others watched avidly.
      "It's very snug over the head," John commented
as he tested the foreskin for stretch. "It's not loose
like on those guys who stretched their shaft skins."
      "It hugs the head, just like mine," said Steve.
"I want to see that long nipple stretch and come back
over the head." John pulled back a little more and we
saw the long nipple expand as it rode over the front
dome of my glans.
     "It's tight but very stretchy, like a real
foreskin," John said.
      "It is a real foreskin," Mike interjected. "It
was grown from his own cells, and it's just like the
original foreskin was."
      "Actually, it's longer than mine was," I
explained. "The doctor told me I had a choice as to
its final shape, and I told him to make it longer."
Now John had slid my foreskin back most of the way,
leaving its tightly stretched opening clinging to my
flaring rim.
      "This doesn't hurt?" he asked me as he
maintained tension on my foreskin.
      No, not at all," I replied. "It feels tight, but
it feels very good. Go ahead, bring it back all the
way." John's fingers tightened slight on my penis and
suddenly the foreskin rode over the last curve of my
rim and snapped down into the deep groove behind the
head to form a thick fleshy collar.
      "Man, that looks beautiful," Mike said. My glans
swelled even more now that it was totally uncovered.
      "That foreskin's like a tourniquet around the
neck of your penis," Steve said to me. "It's tight
enough to make your helmet really swell."
      "His balls are tightening too," said Mike.
     "Now pull back a little more," I coached John. I
felt his fingers tighten slightly as they pulled my
foreskin down my shaft, putting tension on my new
gee-string.
      "Hey, that made the front of your helmet dip
down!" John exclaimed.
      "It's the same on my cock," Steve said. "Putting
tension on the frenulum and the head is really a
thrill."
      "Now let yourself go, John, We know you want to
wank Jack's cock," said Mike. I sat down as John began
a slight pumping action, drawing my foreskin farther
back and then rolling it up over my flaring corona. I
knew that the retinoic acid had begun to work because
my glans felt more sensitive than it ever had before.
There were some white specks on my helmet from the
surface cells that had begun to shed.
      "Let me bring you to orgasm," John said. "I want
to feel how your uncircumcised cock feels now, and
make it throb when you come." Steve rose and got some
paper towels as John increased his pace. I was very
excited from the increased sensitivity and the gliding
foreskin action, as well as the knowledge that I had a
new penis, something for which I'd yearned all my
life.
      "Your helmet's so smooth now," John said as he
began longer strokes that swept my foreskin all the
way forward to cover my glans completely, and then
pulling it back all the way to bare it right down to
the neck.
     "He's really excited now," commented Mike as he
knelt in front of me to cup my scrotum while Steve
stood ready with the paper towels. My turgid helmet
strained against the sliding foreskin as John pumped
me, and I felt the familiar tingling begin in my
corona, only more intense than it had ever been. My
eyes closed.
      Someone clamped his fingers around the base of
my shaft, and I felt my penis become harder than I'd
ever felt it, as the tingle in my glans spread from
the rim all over the surface. Mike began kneading my
balls as my excitement peaked, and suddenly I felt the
head of my rock-hard penis explode.
      HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted as a hot spark shot
down my shaft to make my cock-root contract sharply. I
felt the first torrent squirt into my urethra, racing
up my tube, the hot stream burning all the way as I
dissolved into orgasm. My mind went on "HOLD" as the
jet exploded from my orifice.
      John swept my foreskin all the way up, encasing
my throbbing helmet, and I felt another hot spasm grip
my insides. I felt my urethra distend under the
pressure of another hot jet that made me grunt in
joyful release. My entire body felt as if were
throbbing as my cock-root convulsed again in the
frenzy of my orgasm.
      I grunted hard as I shot again, feeling the
torrent rushing up my tube to explode from my meatus.
John kept pumping me, sending my foreskin up and down
to stimulate the nerve endings in my glans. On each
down-stroke he tugged hard to stretch the nerve
endings in my gee-string, giving me a sensation I'd
never felt before to heighten my orgasm.
      "YAAAHHHH!" I screamed as I felt my glans become
super-sensitive, and suddenly I felt john stop
stroking my foreskin. I sat dazed as my prick
continued to throb, spurting its last drops, until my
orgasm subsided and I was very still.
      "Man, did he shoot hard," I heard someone say
through the fog that gripped my brain.
      "That first stream shot two feet into the air,"
I heard, this time identifying it as Steve's voice.
      "So did the next two," contributed Mike. "I felt
his shaft throb while I was squeezing it." I guessed
that he was the one who had gripped the base of my
shaft as well as kneading my balls.
      "The only time it didn't shoot was when John had
his foreskin all the way up," Steve said. "That kept
it from shooting because the hole was covered for a
moment.
      "Yeah, and all that cream ran down over my
hand," John said as I opened my eyes.
      "That was beautiful," Mike said, his gaze
meeting mine. "I just wish we would have disked it."
      Disked?" John asked. "What's that?"
      "We still have camcorders today, but they record
in 3-D on small disks," Mike explained. Both Mike and
Steve were fully hard, excited from having watched the
spectacle.
      "That's a really nice cock," John said, looking
at Steve. "I'd love to work my tongue inside that long
foreskin." Steve smiled and moved toward John, who
grasped Steve's prick between two fingers around the
glans and began probing the nipple of his long
foreskin.
     "Hey, let's move this into the bedroom,"
suggested Mike. "I think we'll all be more comfortable
that way." He picked up a roll of paper towels and
followed us in.
      "Paper towels still come in rolls?" asked John.
      "Some things never change," replied Steve as he
lay down on the bed. "Toilet paper still comes in
rolls too." John lay down next to him, his face in his
crotch as he stabilized Steve's erection and resumed
probing the long foreskin with the tip of his tongue.
      We watched the supple skin stretch as John's
tongue insinuated itself into it. I knew from
experience that John would be probing for Steve's
slit, tickling it by swiping his tongue-tip side to
side, parting the lips.
      "Ooooooh," groaned Steve as he felt John's
tongue caressing his tender tip, stimulating the nerve
endings. "I'm so wound up right now that you'll have
my load soon."
      "He will, too," commented Mike. "I know how
sensitive Steve's tip is." Mike cupped Steve's balls
with one hand while clamping the fingers of his other
hand tightly around the base of his shaft. I got a wad
of paper towels ready to catch Steve's sperm, but then
remembered that John would swallow it all.
      From where I was on Steve's other side I had a
good view of his stiff prick, and watched, fascinated,
as John's tongue pushed farther into his foreskin, now
working the underside of the helmet. Steve was
writhing with the intensity of the sensations, and
when John's tongue probed farther and began working
around the high, flaring corona, his entire body
tightened involuntarily.
      John's tongue swept around the flaring rim,
digging into the groove behind it as he caressed the
back-face of the ridge. His entire tongue was deep in
Steve's foreskin, stretching it along with its many
nerve endings. Steve's hands balled into fists as his
back arched, and then he let out a loud cry.
      "OOOHHHHH!" he cried out helplessly as the
orgasm swept over him. His face turned red as his hips
bucked, and I knew that John was receiving the first
load. I saw John's Adam's apple jerking as he
swallowed, and then Steve cried out again, caught up
in the frenzy of his orgasm. John swallowed again and
Steve's hips bucked a third time, sending another
stream of sperm shooting into John's waiting mouth.
      "He's really throbbing," Mike said, his fist
still clenched around the base of Steve's prick. Steve
cried out again, and I saw John swallow. We heard
Steve's voice increase in pitch, and I warned John:
      "He's getting too sensitive." John stopped
working his tongue around Steve's helmet and just held
the hard, throbbing prick in his mouth. He began
withdrawing, and we saw that Steve's foreskin was
still fully forward. Now only the end of Steve's long
foreskin was between John's lips, and he was sucking
avidly at it, extracting the last drops of cream as
they dribbled from the puckered orifice.
      Steve was lying inert now, utterly relaxed as
the waves of orgasm left his body. John removed his
mouth and I wrapped the end of Steve's softening prick
in a paper towel without disturbing the foreskin, so
that the last drops wouldn't stain the sheets.
      John's penis was fully hard, although nobody had
touched it. I knew that blowing Steve and me had
gotten him very excited, and I looked at Mike
questioningly.
      "Depends on what John wants to do. We can get
him off with electro if he wants that." John looked up
at Mike and said:
     "No. I want to work on that beautiful cock of
yours. I want to feel you shooting your load into my
mouth." He grasped Mike's penis and rearranged himself
on the bed for better access.
      "It was great feeling Steve's big smooth tip
throbbing against my tongue. His juice was really hot,
too." As Mike's foreskin wasn't nippled like Steve's
but merely came to the end of the big mushroom glans,
Steve worked his tongue-tip under the edge and began
circling the glans, following the outline of the
corona. By this time Steve had opened his eyes and
propped himself up on an elbow to watch the show.
      "Skin him back, John," Steve urged as he clamped
his fist around the base of Mike's shaft. "He likes
direct action on his mushroom. John began pushing
Mike's foreskin back with his lips, while Steve pulled
back on the shaft-skin. I cupped Mike's scrotum, which
was already tight from his prolonged excitement.
      "I'm not as sensitive as Steve but I won't last
long, either," Mike said. John's lips locked into the
groove behind Mike's high corona and he began twisting
his head to apply sideways friction to Mike's mushroom
glans. Mike moaned, and I saw his body begin to
tighten with excitement.
      "I bet John's getting a mouthful of Mike's lube
now," Steve observed. "Mike's cock really drools when
he's hot." To confirm this, John's Adam's apple jerked
a couple of times, and we knew he was swallowing
John's seeping lubricant.
      "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" Mike grunted, and his hands
balled into fists. Mike was getting really carried
away because his eyes closed as Steve's had. Now he
howled as John's lips and tongue tore the first
discharge from his straining prick, and his hips
bucked involuntarily.
      John swallowed hard, just in time to catch
Mike's next discharge, and he swallowed again. Mike's
was grunting and groaning in agonized ecstasy as
John's relentless mouth sucked the sperm from his
throbbing prick. I felt each throb in my fingertips,
which were pressing into the tender flesh behind his
scrotum. Mike's hips bucked again, and I saw John
swallow the load.
      Now John began slowing down, aware that at any
moment Mike's tip would become super-sensitive. Still,
Mike's prick throbbed with a few more discharges,
expelling the residue of his orgasm. Finally, Mike
became still, totally spent, and began sinking into
the daze that follows orgasm. John ran a finger up the
underside of his prick, milking out the last drops.
Each drop parted the lips of Mike's slit before
falling onto John's waiting tongue. Mike's mushroom
glans had been deep purple when John had removed his
mouth, but was now lightening in shade as it shrunk.
      We were all still for the couple of minutes it
took Mike to return to full consciousness, but John
said:
      "That was a real thrill, feeling that hard
mushroom throbbing in my mouth. He really shot a heavy
load."
      "I can understand why," Steve said. "You really
did a number on me." I slid my hand over to grasp
John's prick, hard from vicarious excitement, and gave
the mushroom shaped tip a few gentle squeezes. I knew
that squeezing his glans produced responsive throbs in
his cock-root and I wanted to maintain John's arousal
without precipitating his orgasm.
      "Okay, let's give John some electro," Mike said
as he opened his eyes. Steve was apparently of the
same mind, because he took the equipment from the
bedside table. I explained to John that this was a
very advanced version of the unit I'd had back in the
21st Century, and that it would optimize the frequency
of the pulses to produce the best excitement. As I was
speaking, Steve was connecting the electrodes and
wires, and when he'd finished I asked John if he was
ready. I knew he'd like this, as he'd experienced
electric thrills with my equipment back then.
     "Okay, I'm really ready for this. Let's do it,"
he said. Steve pushed a button, and we watched a
blissful look come over John's face. He began
breathing deeply as the pulses tickled the nerves in
his groin, heightening his excitement, and I watched
the electrode at the end of his prick because the
plastic sleeve that held it on was transparent and I
could see when his glans darkened.
      "Remember, you're going to have five minutes,
and the last one with be with the edger," I reminded
him as the lights on the machine blinked with each
pulse. We all saw John's body tense as his excitement
mounted, and then the timer reached four minutes. John
groaned as the edger kicked in, holding him right on
the brink of release but not letting him ejaculate.
His body was very tense, filled with anticipation, as
the calming sensations ran through his prick and
prostate for a full minute. John's mushroom head was
as dark as I'd ever seen it. Now the minute was up.
      "HAHHH! HAHHH! HAHHH!" he yelled as the orgasm
took hold, and we watched the plastic sleeve fill with
cream as his straining prick spewed its first load.
John yelled again, wracked by blissful agony as his
second discharge shot from his engorged tip. His
scrotum was tight, his fists clenched, and his eyes
were closed as the awesome electric pulses pulled the
discharges from him. I knew that all conscious thought
had stopped for him, as it had for me a few evening
ago. His mind was on "HOLD" and would remain that way,
and he'd be aware only of the deliciously agonizing
sensations pouring through his prick and prostate.
	The plastic sleeve encasing the end of John's prick
was distended almost to bursting when the lights on
the unit flicked out. John was utterly still, drained
by the shattering experience, and he lay breathing
shallowly, dazed and exhausted.
      Steve began removing the electrodes from him,
tenderly slipping the plastic sleeve from his
shrinking mushroom head and then the electrode from
his scrotum. When he was finished, John's prick lay
shrunken on his stomach, and I carefully dabbed at the
tip to wipe the last dribbles of cream. The scent of
chlorine was heavy in the air, evidence that John had
pumped out all he had.
      We watched John's penis soften and shrink, and
the tightly contracted scrotum loosen as he relaxed
after his stupefying orgasm. It was several minutes
before he opened his eyes and said:
      "That was terrific. I'd never experienced
anything remotely like that. It was so intense^Å.."
      "That was the idea," Mike said. "You gave us
terrific orgasms, and we wanted to make you had
something to remember." He patted John's hand.
      "Oh, I'm sure I'll remember this one," John
replied. "Now how about getting my foreskin back? How
do we go about that?"
      "We'll get started on that tomorrow," Mike said.
"Jack and I are going to walk you through it, and in a
few days your penis should be as good as new."

	End of Part 2