Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 05:21:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Future Shock, Part 4, SF/Fantasy 4/4

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'm 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. Anticipating that my partner
John might soon be following me, we awaited his
arrival.
     It took several days for John to show up, during
which I underwent grafting of my newly cloned
foreskin. The surgery was painless and quick-healing,
and when John arrived he was surprised and gratified
to see the new me. It didn't take long for him to
decide to remain in the 23rd Century, and Mike
Stanmore invited him to the home he shared with Steve
Shapiro, his partner. This led to a very revealing
session of mutual exploration and hot sex, after which
John asked about having a foreskin cloned onto his
penis.
      John and I introduced Mike and Steve to
Princeton, which provided very hot orgasms for us. We
discussed the prospect of another time traveler
following us, and the police decided to set up remote
surveillance on the street where John and I had first
appeared, as well as other possible points of entry.
      Meanwhile, we took John to see Dr. Simmons, who
took the preliminary steps to clone a new foreskin for
John, asking him if he wanted a long or short
foreskin, and whether he preferred it loose or tight.
A couple of days later, we went with John to the
hospital, where the doctor attached his new hood. The
surgery went quickly and easily, and John was very
happy with the result, although he knew that he
wouldn't be able to use his new penis for anything but
urinating for a couple of days until it fully healed.

      Two days later, John felt he was ready to
explore the new sensations of his remodeled penis,
although he'd taken off the bandage the day before.
That evening, at Mike and Steve's home, we watched
what John called his "grand unveiling." We'd all
stripped down when we'd arrived, and John sat on a
kitchen chair with his equipment proudly on display.
It looked a lot like Mike's prick because both had
mushroom shaped heads. Steve and I had helmet shaped
heads, and long nippled foreskins. Mike's foreskin was
shorter than John's, because before the surgery John
had expressed his preference for a long nipple like
mine.
      Now John lifted his penis for all to see with
his left hand, while delicately easing back his long
foreskin with two fingers of his right hand. The
handling caused his penis to start to swell. I also
knew that anticipation was fueling his fire.
      "Look at that," John exclaimed. "My skin's
stretching back over the head!" He'd pulled back
enough so that most of the nipple was not stretched by
the glans, leaving only the puckered end in front.
      "Does that sliding action feel good," I asked.
      "Both the sliding and the stretching action,
Jack," he replied. "Now I now what you meant the other
day. I can feel all those nerve endings in my foreskin
stretching when I pull it back over the head. I never
felt anything like it before." He continued to exert
traction and now the pucker had stretched to a
dime-sized opening that revealed his slit.
      "Just let go for a minute," I counseled. "Wait
until your prick's full hard before you continue
stretching. The bigger the head is the more it's gonna
stretch the skin." John released his foreskin as his
penis continued to engorge, and we watched it lengthen
to its six-plus length, as it thickened
proportionately.
      "Can I retract it for you?" I suggested. "I
think it'll be hotter if my fingers are on it." He
nodded and I reached for his prick, clasping it
lightly around the swollen foreskin-covered mushroom.
      "Ooooh, your fingers are making it tingle," John
squealed. "That's really nice." I felt his glans
harden further through the enveloping skin, and I gave
it a gentle squeeze to add to his sensations. His
prick throbbed in response.
      "Now I'm going to ease it back gently," I said
as I began traction on his fleshy sleeve, all of us
watching avidly as the orifice dilated to a dime-sized
opening for the second time. I pulled back a little
more and the forward edge of his foreskin was now the
size of a quarter.
      "I know what you mean now," John said. "That's
so hot, feeling you stretch my foreskin. All those
nerve endings are just tingling." I eased his foreskin
forward slightly and then pulled back a little more,
so that the entire blunt front dome of his glans was
exposed to our gaze. A drop of clear fluid appeared to
part the lips of his long slit.
      "I'm going to pull your foreskin forward to pick
up that lube," I explained as I moved my fingers
forward on his prick until the end puckered again. Now
I worked his foreskin back in slight jerks, feeling it
slide smoothly with the added lubrication. John
shuddered as I did this, and I knew he was very
aroused. So were Mike and Steve, because they were
working their foreskins as they watched.
      "You might make him come," suggested Steve, who
had worked his beautiful prick to full erection and
was drawing back his hood to bare the helmet.
      "That would be nice," added Mike. "His first
come with a foreskin." He'd bent slightly to grasp my
swelling prick with his other hand, adding to my
excitement.
      "That would be a perfect initiation to the
foreskin fraternity," I said. "Just think of it, John,
you're having your new foreskin retracted, and you're
surrounded by guys with foreskins. We're all getting
turned on by this."
      "Oooooh, don't stop," John begged, totally
caught up in the spirit of the ritual. We watched as I
pulled his foreskin back farther, stretching it to its
limit over the high ridge, and then it snapped down
into the groove behind the head.
      "His foreskin's tight like yours and mine,"
commented Steve.
      "Yeah, it's like a tourniquet behind his rim,"
added Mike.
      "It's making his head swell even more," observed
Steve.
      "I can feel how hard it is," I said. "He's close
to the edge and I'm not even pumping him." I stretched
John's foreskin back even more, baring the deep groove
behind the head and putting tension on his already
taut gee-string.
      "The glans is dipping," said Steve. We saw the
front of John's bulky mushroom dip down towards his
feet as I kept up the tension on his gee-string,
stretching its nerve endings and heightening his
sensations.
      "Now he's really dripping lube," said Mike.
      "The surface is really glossy," added Steve.
      "I'm gonna bring the foreskin forward to get
some of that lube," I explained as I swept John's hood
forward to cover his glans completely, feeling it bump
over the ridge before sliding down the taper of his
glans. Now I had his foreskin fully forward, forming a
pucker beyond the end, and I started pulling back
again, feeling it sliding smoothly with the heavy film
of clear lubricant coating his glans.
      "His legs are trembling," Steve said. John's
legs were trembling heavily, more evidence of his
arousal.
      "Now I'll pull it all the way back again," I
said as I exerted more traction on the fleshy sleeve,
until it rode smoothly over the rim and dropped into
the groove again. I felt John's prick throb hard
between my fingers as I pulled back harder to make the
head dip, and heard John's anguished cry as the orgasm
rolled over him.
      A thick white rope of cream erupted from his
long slit, shooting several feet to land on Steve's
leg. John's eyes were closed and he grunted hard as
another wave of sensation swept over him to bring
forth another stream of life-juice. I kept the tension
on his foreskin and frenulum, knowing that this would
make him shoot again. I felt his prick throb again as
he expelled another torrent of sperm and cried out
helplessly at the intensity of the sensations.
      "He's really into it," Mike said as his fingers
tightened on my prick. Between Mike's touch and the
excitement of watching and feeling John's orgasm, I
went over the edge. My entire body tightened up as the
first shudder of orgasm broke over me like a wave. I
felt the hot juice rushing up my tube and saw it
splatter on John's stomach as his prick throbbed again
between my fingers. I held on to his shoulder for
support as my knees buckled, and we both cried out in
the joy of mutual release.
      Mike's fingers were pumping my foreskin hard,
whipping it over my engorged glans and sending me into
ecstasy as John's prick shot its last drops and
settled into a steady dribbling. I discharged more
sperm onto John's stomach until I, too, was drained. I
sank to my knees and hugged him.
      It didn't take long for us to recover from the
daze, and John reached for Steve's long-foreskinned
prick, peeling the hood back from the helmet and
bringing it to his lips. He engulfed Steve's hard
prick and began sucking avidly to bring on Steve's
climax. Steve howled as the rush of sensations
overwhelmed his, and he held on to both of us as he
shuddered and creamed into John's mouth. John was
working his Adam's apple furiously to keep up with
Steve's discharges, and Mike had let go of my prick
and was now helping to keep Steve from collapsing as
his knees buckled.
      After Steve had stopped shooting and sunk to the
floor in a daze, I knelt in front of Mike, taking his
rampant erection into my mouth. My lips pushed back
his foreskin so that I could lap around the big head,
working my tongue into the wide triangular groove
underneath and then around his high rim. Mike
shuddered, ready to release his sperm because of the
vicarious excitement of having watched the three of us
unloading, and in a second I felt his swollen,
hardened glans throbbing on my tongue. My mouth filled
with his salty fluid, and I smelled the heavy chlorine
odor of his discharge.
      Mike's prick throbbed in my mouth as his cries
filled the room. He was helplessly discharging his
sperm, hips bucking as he thrust mindlessly toward the
back of my throat. I struggled to swallow his fluid,
barely keeping up with the volume, until he too was
spent.
       We sat on the floor, totally drained, totally
satisfied. After a few minutes Steve arose and began
preparing dinner for us all. Meanwhile, John, Mike,
and I wiped our pools of cream off the kitchen floor.
After dinner we sat around in the living room until we
felt sleepy and went to bed.
      The following morning we left for work. Mike,
John, and I reported to the surveillance room and
watched the screens until Mike sat up sharply and
exclaimed:
      "We've been overlooking something! We don't know
who they might be sending, but chances are that he or
she is going to be carrying a back-pack like those you
two brought. You had a Nike, Jack, and John was
carrying an Addidas. They just don't make those brands
anymore, and if we look for them, or any other brands
from your time, they'll stand out enough for us to
spot them."
      John and I looked at Mike, and then at each
other, wondering how we could have overlooked such an
obvious clue. Then John's eyebrows lifted and he
exclaimed:
	"Hey, there's another thing we overlooked. Cha
nces are that anyone coming from our time would be
using after-shave or cologne if he's male. A woman
would use perfume."
	I realized that he was right. In our time, we'd been
so indoctrinated by advertisements that the human body
smelled awful, and that any perspiration was dirty,
that we'd used underarm deodorants, lotions, and
perfumes of various sorts to mask our natural odors.
Subliminally, I'd been aware that nobody now seemed to
use them, but this fact hadn't fully registered in my
consciousness.
	"Right!" said Mike. "I'll get the word out to all
officers and security guards to watch for anyone using
perfume of any sort. So few people today use perfume
that we'll have a good chance of scoring a hit if we
scrutinize someone who smells like a rose." He got up
and left for the communications room.
	With the new guidelines, it took only until the
following day until there was an alert. At about
mid-day, an officer posted at the magnetic rail
station called in to say that a man had just gotten
off the Dayliner from Chicago smelling like a florist
shop.
     "Dayliner?" What's that?" I asked.
     "A high-speed short train," Mike filled us in.
"It goes at about 300 miles per hour. You get on in
Chicago at eight and you're here by noon."
     "They run every hour," added Wallace, who had
come running when he'd heard the news.
     "Two of our people are on him now," said Mike.
     "They'd better be careful," I said. "We don't
know who or what he is. He's probably armed."
     "We'll handle it," said Wallace. "Just watch what
happens." There was a surveillance camera at the
station, but it was too far from the action to provide
a clear view as we saw two figures converge on a
third, speak a few words, and escort him into a room
at the side. 20 minutes later two uniformed officers
walked into the room with Dr. Ellis between them.
     "No problem, sir," one of them reported to
Wallace. "He had a backpack, and two antique pistols
inside, and something else we think is some sort of
primitive stun gun, but we've got them now."
     "Did he have anything else on him?" asked Mike.
     "Just this funny looking thing," said one of the
officers, holding out one of the remotes.
     "Get that right out of here and into a basement
locker," Wallace ordered. "Do it right now, or we
might be missing a guest soon." The officer left on
the double, and we looked at Ellis.
     "We told him that we'd been sent to take him to
you," said the remaining officer, and then we walked
him through a metal detector. That's how we found what
we did. He didn't offer any resistance or even argue
with us."
     "Nice to see you two," Ellis said, smiling. "We
were wondering what had happened to you, especially
since our two remotes came back to us without you when
we activated them." John and I had gotten up from our
chairs as he'd spoken. Mike nodded at me and I said:
     "We're gonna give it to you straight, Ellis.
We're not going back. That's it. After you hear what
we've got to say, and see for yourself what it's like
here, you won't want to either."
     "I thought it might be something like this,"
Ellis replied. "Some of the people thought you might
have been caught by unfriendly creatures and
dissected, or something like that. Now that I'm here,
you might as well tell me the whole story."
     "First, I'd like to introduce you to these
people, Ellis. They're our friends and you ought to
get to know them." I presented Mike and Wallace, and
they shook hands with Ellis. The uniformed officer,
whose name was Parker, excused himself, as he was no
longer needed.
	We all sat down and began explaining the 23rd Century
to Ellis, who took it all in with equanimity, as well
as a sense of wonder. He seemed particularly attentive
when we told him of the changes in the culture, and
that it was truly not a stigma to be gay.
     "I think I can be comfortable with that," he
said. "I've always felt like an outsider back then,
and since I'm an atheist I'm glad that religion no
longer is a dominating force in people's lives."
     Wallace, who had stepped out during part of the
discussion, returned and said:
     "We've got something a little different lined up
for this evening," he began. "I know you two have been
staying with Mike and his buddy Steve, but I've booked
a suite at the hotel a couple of streets over. Mike,
you call Steve at work and tell him to meet you there.
You'll have more room than at your place, and all the
amenities. The suite has its own kitchen and even a
big hot tub. Now since it's almost five, you'd better
think about walking over there. We can take care of
the formalities in the morning."
     Mike got on his personal communicator and located
Steve, telling him of the change in plans for that
evening. As we came out onto the street, he said to
Ellis:
     "I think walking is a good idea. The hotel's not
far, and you'll get a more complete idea of what life
is like here by seeing the people on the street."
Silent vehicles went by as he spoke, and Ellis was
studying them carefully, as well as looking at the
people who shared the sidewalk with us. Ellis was
dressed in a robe, and seemed slightly surprised to
see many others al wearing robes.
     When we arrived Mike bypassed the main entrance
and its security checkpoint, flashing his credentials
at the security guard, and asked one of the staff
about the suite. They conferred for a couple of
minutes and then the staffer pointed toward the back
wall of the lobby. We took a remarkably conventional
looking elevator to the lower level where our suite
was located, and Mike let us in with his card. The
door locks had been programmed so that any of us could
use his card to open the door. Ellis did not yet have
a card, but he'd be with us all the time, so this
didn't pose a problem.
      "I've got dinner ordered, but we'll have an hour
or so before it's delivered," Mike said. "We can relax
in the hot tub for a while."
     "You might as well get your clothes off," I said
to Ellis as we headed for the back room with the hot
tub. "I think a lot of people go nudie indoors here."
I began shedding my jumpsuit as an example. At that
moment, Steve joined us, and I introduced him to
Ellis.
     "What's your first name, anyway?" I asked Ellis.
"I don't remember you telling me when we first met."
     "Douglas," he replied. "Call me Doug." We stood
around the hot tub as we disrobed, putting our clothes
on the benches that lined the walls. I noticed Doug
eying us carefully, scanning everyone's crotch. He
crept closer to me and said in a low voice:
     "What's going on? None of you are circumcised. I
don't know about those two but I know for sure that
you and John are circumcised because I looked at your
medical records."
     "I was saving the best part for last, Doug. Yes,
John and I were still circumcised when we got here.
Today, practically nobody gets his tip cut off. They
consider it barbaric."
     "I always thought so too, but didn't make a fuss
about it because there was nothing I could do about
it. As you can see, they did it to me when I was a
baby too." I'd noticed that when he'd removed his
clothing, but had waited for him to bring up the
topic.
     "Well, now you can do something about it. Today
they can clone you a new foreskin. It's really yours
because they get your DNA from some cells they scrape
off the inside of your cheek."
     "Is that what happened to you and John?" he
asked.
	"Exactly, Doug. You can have a new foreskin cloned
too from cells they scrape from the inside of your
mouth. That means it really will be your own foreskin,
not a skin graft."
	"That's really appealing," Doug said. "I wonder what
kind of foreskin I'll get. Mine was cut off when I was
born, so I don't know if it was long, short, thick, or
thin."
	"You can get the kind you want, within limits," I
answered. "When the doctor cloned mine, he said I'd
get what my genes determined, but that he could adjust
it somewhat."
	"Well, I'd prefer a longer foreskin, like the ones
you and Steve have," he said. Those long nipples on
your skins really turn me on." With these words he
reached down to give my nipple a pleasant tweak, which
made my prick begin to respond immediately. Steve, who
was still standing close to us, was watching us
avidly, while the others looked on as they slipped
into the large hot tub. I put an arm around Doug's
shoulder and led him to the tub while he still held on
to my foreskin nipple.
	"Glad to have you here with us," said Mike as the
water bubbled around us. "Just lie back and relax, and
try to make yourself at home. I know it's a shock
adapting to the world 200 years ahead, but these guys
did it and they'll help you."
	"Oh, you've all been very helpful already," Doug
said. He had a dreamy look on his face because under
the bubbling water I was squeezing the head of his
prick rhythmically, exciting him as he was exciting
me. Mike and Steve were sitting next to each other and
probably doing something similar under the water,
judging from their positions.
	"Man, I really like feeling your skin slide over that
big head," Doug murmured as his fingers slipped my
hood up and down the flared contours of my helmet. My
fingertips explored his, and I was gratified to
discover that his glans was also the helmet type. His
shaft was straight like mine, and overall his prick
felt as if it was between 6" and 6 ½" long.
	"You'll soon have your own foreskin to slide over
that beautiful helmet," I assured him. I went on to
explain the process of growing a cloned foreskin and
the brief and painless surgery to attach it to the
penis. "You'll end up with practically no scarring and
the recovery takes only about 48 hours," I concluded.
At this moment a chime sounded and Mike announced that
our dinners had arrived.
	We got out of the hot tub, erections standing out
proudly, and dried ourselves before trooping into the
dining room. Plates of what looked like shrimp scampi
were at every place setting, and we sat down to eat.
There was a glass of white wine for each of us, and
Mike said:
	"I ordered a light meal because I guessed that we
wouldn't want something heavy on our stomachs during
the rest of the evening." I understood what he
implied; that we'd be having sex later, and that it
would be more comfortable with only a modest amount of
food in our stomachs.
	"This is delicious," Doug said. "In my time
practically all the shrimp were frozen, and that took
something from the taste."
	"This hotel has its own shrimp farm in one of the
sub-basements," Mike explained. "It's all fresh
shrimp, and that's the specialty of the house. That's
another reason for my selection. We're not eating
heavily, but we're eating very well."
	There was no dessert, only coffee, and after we'd
finished that we went into the living room, relaxed
and satisfied. John sat on one couch with Mike and I
saw them playing with each other's foreskins. Their
erections, which had subsided during the meal, had
returned with renewed vigor. Doug's hand dropped to my
crotch, where his nimble fingers returned to
manipulating my long foreskin, but his eyes were on
the pair opposite us. I squeezed his shapely helmet,
bringing it back to full hardness.
	Doug was now working my foreskin in long and sensual
strokes, covering and uncovering my helmet fully with
each cycle, and his eyes dropped to watch my large
purple glans appear and disappear with each stroke. I
clamped my left hand around the base of his shaft to
compress the veins and make them stand out as his
prick filled fully with blood. His helmet felt harder
under my fingers and a drop of cock-dew had appeared
between the lips of his long slit.
	I stopped squeezing his glans and began spreading the
clear lubricant in small circles around his slit while
pulling back hard on his shaft skin to stretch its
nerve endings. Doug sighed with pleasure as he felt
the direct stimulation on his nerve endings, and I saw
the color of his glans darken to a deeper purple, as
mine was doing.
	"I'd better get us towels," Steve said as he got up.
He returned from the bathroom with four towels,
leaving two of them with Doug and me. He then returned
to the couch, where he got into a "69" position with
Mike, each sucking avidly on each other's pricks. I
spread a towel on my lap and another on Doug's, and
heard him say:
	"I think you're gonna come first. You uncut guys are
always more sensitive." His fist pumped my foreskin
faster, and I felt the sap rising quickly.
	"My head's getting all tingly," I whispered as his
fingers worked their magic on my foreskin and helmet.
A drop of lubricant began crawling up my tube, giving
me a pleasant internal tickle as it crept toward my
helmet.
	"I like the way your slit pouts, like a teardrop,"
Doug said as he steadily pumped me up toward my
release point. "Your balls are really tight." So were
his, I noted, as my fingertips coaxed another drop of
lubricant from his slit. The tension was building in
my prick, and my glans ached for release. As my legs
began to tremble he said:
	"Stop doing me for a moment. I think you're ready to
come right now." He was right, and my eyes closed as
my excitement approached its peak. I let go of his
penis, knowing that for him, watching me ejaculate as
he massaged my throbbing prick would unfailingly
maintain his excitement.
	MY engorged helmet tingled with excitement as Doug
kept up the delicious friction of my foreskin in long
fast strokes, and I gasped at the tingly feeling
exploded, triggering the heavy pounding of my orgasm
deep inside me. My entire body heaved as the first hot
and burning jet coursed its way up my shaft like a
torrent of hot lava and exploded out of my tip.
	My prick throbbed again as I cried out helplessly,
sending another jet into the air. I was now in the
free-fall of orgasm, unaware of anything outside my
body, as the intense tingle of my orgasm flowed
through me. Another intense spasm, gripped my
cock-root and squirted another thick jet of cream into
my tube.
	More spasms followed, becoming weaker with each one,
until I was drained and inert, fully satisfied and
dazed by the after-shock of orgasm. I don't know how
long I slumped with my eyes closed, but I became aware
of something wet on my cheeks. I opened my eyes to see
Steve and Mike standing next to me, with their wet
swollen tips brushing my cheeks. Steve was on my left
and bent over to caress Doug's prick, which was now
dripping steadily. John was off by himself on a chair,
having been unable to resist stroking himself to
orgasm while watching the spectacle.
	"You really exploded," Mike said. "We just had to
come over and join in." Now they pulled away and Steve
lay down on the other couch while Mike crouched next
to his groin, almost inhaling his hot hard prick in
his fervor.
	"Mike wants me to come first," Steve grunted as his
body absorbed the sensations. His balls were drawn up
tightly as his excitement approached its zenith, and
we saw his eyes close as his moans became louder. We
heard Steve cry out as his hips bucked, and we knew he
was on his way.
	"I think Mike just scraped his teeth of Steve's
helmet," I murmured to Doug, who sat beside me with
his dripping prick pointing straight up from his lap.
I grasped his shaft at the base with my left hand,
squeezing hard as I pulled back on the skin, and I
used the fingertips of my right hand to work on his
dark swollen helmet as Steve's body continued to
struggle in orgasm.
	"My tip's not all that sensitive," Doug said. "What
you're doin' feels great but it's gonna take me a long
time to come."
	"You'll be better after you get your new foreskin," I
reassured him. "Your glans will be more sensitive and
you'll have all those nerve endings in your foreskin
to give your thrills you never felt before." As I
spoke, we watched Steve hurtle through the rest of his
orgasm, grunting heavily, and we saw Mike's Adam's
apple bobbing as he swallowed Steve's heavy
discharges.
	"Looks like Steve shoots a lot," Doug commented to
me."
	"Oh yes he does," I answered. "I've seen him shoot,
and I've stroked his prick until it was throbbing in
my hand," Now Steve was very still, and Mike removed
his mouth, gently sliding Steve's long hood up to
cover the softening helmet. He wiped to outside of
Steve's prick with a towel, and then lay down beside
him, hugging him as Steve recovered from his climax.
	"Damn! I'm so hot!" Doug said. "Making you shoot and
now watching those guys is really inspiring." I
enclosed his hot hard helmet with my fingers and began
a twisting action over the heavily lubricated surface.
Doug's glans had attained its final hardness and was
no longer leathery, having turned very smooth and wet.
I heard his breathing deepen.
	"Just hold on, Doug. I think you're ready." Doug
didn't reply, instead staring fixedly into space as
the sensations began to build up in his body. A steady
trickle of lube trickled from his slit, making his
helmet very slippery, and I squeezed and twisted
harder, feeling him respond with a series of grunts.
His jaw dropped as he began breathing through his
mouth, and I knew that his consciousness was dimming
as his orgasm approached.
	I gave his shaft-skin a sharp yank as I twisted my
fist over the swollen head, and Doug yelped as his
prick throbbed between my fingers. A long thick rope
of cream jetted upward from his tip to land on his
stomach. I felt his hard prick throb again as he
grunted and a second torrent of hot cream shot upward,
parting the lips of his long slit.
	Doug grunted again as another torrent gushed from
between the long lips of his slit, pouring all over
his helmet and my trembling encircling fingers. His
body shuddered with each jet, and his eyes rolled
backward in their sockets. The next gush was weaker,
although still substantial, and the next merely
seeped, flowing down the contours of his helmet and
between my fingers. Finally, he was still, gasping for
oxygen, as he sank into a daze.
	As I wiped his shrinking prick with a towel I felt a
sensation of tenderness in my glans, and I realized
that my foreskin was still all the way back, allowing
my helmet to rub against the towel in my lap. I
reached down to slip it forward and then resumed
wiping Doug's copious cream from his stomach and pubic
area.
	As I finished wiping Doug's prick, Steve began
working on Mike's hardness. Now he was fully
recovered, and his lips pumped up and down on Mike's
glans and thick collar of retracted foreskin. Mike had
remained very aroused watching me bring Doug to
orgasm, and now that Steve was holding his foreskin
tightly back to stretch its nerve endings and put
tension on the bow-string under the glans, he was
ready to pop.
	Doug and I watched intently as the tension built in
Mike's supine body. Steve's head was bobbing up and
down, his lips tightly wrapped around the swollen
glans, and we saw Mike's fists clench as he threw his
head back. Mike's breathing was labored as he was
caught in the drip of mind-numbing sensations, and now
his eyes closed.
	We heard Mike cry out as his hips bucked and Steve's
Adam's Apple bobbed to swallow the first stream. I
hugged Doug closer to me as Steve continued to drain
the cream from Mike's straining prick. Mike's helpless
cries filled the room as he disgorged load after load
into Steve's mouth.
	Now the orgasm had become less explosive as it neared
its end, and I pulled Doug's head onto my shoulder
affectionately as I ran my fingers through his light
brown hair. I felt a bump on his scalp, and I parted
his hair to look at it. It seemed to be a recently
healed scar, and tiny red dots ran down each side,
where sutures had recently been removed.
	My attention was divided between my recent discovery
and Mike's rapidly fading orgasm. Mike was now still,
and Steve had removed his mouth after licking the
softening head clean. Gently, he replaced the abundant
foreskin over the tip, and let Mike's penis flow down
onto his abdomen. I puzzled over the fresh cicatrix on
Doug's scalp. A couple of minutes later, when Mike
opened his eyes, I spoke:
	"Hey, Mike, want to take a look at this?" Mike
sluggishly arose and came to look at the spot where I
was parting Doug's hair.
	"Did you recently have surgery on your head?" he
asked Doug.
	"Oh, yes, before I left they implanted a locator in
my scalp. This was something new, so that they could
get a fix on me at all times."
	"There's something funny about that," Mike exclaimed.
"Did they give you any special instructions as well?"
	"Yes, they told me that I had to check in every 24
hours by pressing a button on my remote. I did
yesterday evening, but I won't be able to do it now
because you've got the remote in your office."
	"Let's get you over to the hospital right away," Mike
said as he began getting dressed. We got up and
dressed as well, while Mike used his communicator to
summon a police vehicle.
	"You two stay here," he said to Steve and me. "I
can't explain now but I've got to get him scanned
right away." He and Doug left, followed by John, and
Steve and I sat down to wait. We were worried, too
concerned to have any further sex, no mater how
stimulating the environment. Steve fixed drinks and we
made small talk for a couple of hours until Mike and
Doug returned. Doug had a bandage on his head.
	"What happened?" Steve and I said together as we
stood.
	"Sit down; it's a long story," Mike replied. Then he
narrated the events at the hospital:
	"I wondered why they'd implanted anything in his
head, and why they'd give him strict instructions to
check in every 24 hours. One might be reasonable, but
together they added up to something sinister." Mike
and Doug sat down on the couch opposite as they
removed their clothing. Steve and I had already
undressed after they'd left, so we were already naked.
Mike continued:
	"The duty doctor got Doug into the scanner, and I saw
a picture of some sort of electronic apparatus on the
screen. The electronics were tiny, but wrapped around
them was some sort of substance, that didn't seem to
fit. I called one of our technicians from home and he
was there within a few minutes. He said he guessed
that the substance might be some sort of explosive
after I'd explained the situation with Doug. The
doctor said he wanted to remove it right away, and he
got Doug knocked out with the electrical anesthesia
machine and opened the scar." Steve and I looked at
each other, not saying anything, although I noticed
that Doug appeared very pale.
	"The doctor threw the device down the disposal chute
in the operating room and a minute later we heard a
small detonation from below. It turned out that the
device had exploded in the disposal bin. Fortunately,
nobody was near it. The tech told me that he'd seen
pictures of similar devices before. Some terrorists
had these implanted in their scalps so that if they
were captured, or failed to carry out their
assignments, they could be killed by an electronic
signal. I think Doug's bosses wanted to make sure that
if he didn't report back on schedule they could ensure
his death." By this time, Doug had begun to shiver,
although it was warm in the room.
	"The bastards!" he said. "The fucking bastards!"
	"They did this to you?" I asked, numbed by the
startling news. "Didn't they tell you about it?"
	"No! They lied to me. I remember that they were very
concerned over what they called the `defections.' They
felt that most or all of the people they'd sent to
another time had decided of their own free will not to
return. They were talking about ways to recover people
who had defected, but they never told me about this!"
	"So they were willing to kill you if you didn't
follow the program," Steve said ruminatively. He
reached for my hand and clasped it.
	"I guess if I failed to check in the way they wanted,
they'd set it off," Doug added. "It follows, too. I
was supposed to check in every evening at eight. The
explosion took place a few minutes after eight. The
got that thing out of me just in time."
	"I don't mean to scare you even more, Doug," Mike
went on. "But I think you had a close call. They gave
you a few minutes' slack in case you weren't right on
the dot of eight, but then decided you were a lost
cause and set it off."
	"That was pure vindictiveness," I said.
	"They didn't care about me except to use me," Doug
said. "When they decided I was of no further use to
them, they kissed me off. Well, guys, you can be sure
I don't want ever to go back to those bastards."
	"Welcome to our world," Steve said.
	"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Mike said. "Now
you've heard the bad news. Let me tell you the good
news." Steve and I looked at him expectantly.
	"Where's John?" I asked, belated remembering that
John had not returned.
	"Chief Dexter came to see us when he heard the news,
and he took John with him to be debriefed by the joint
counter-terrorism task force. John's going to be with
them a few days."
	"Okay," I said. "Now can you tell us what else
happened?"
	"While we were at the hospital, I got Doug processed
for his DNA. We got him a card right away, and then he
saw the urologist, who was still there. With the cells
they scraped from the inside of his cheek, they're
going to clone his new foreskin. They'll have it ready
in a couple of days."
	"Was that Doctor Simmons?" I asked. Mike nodded.
	"The urologist was very nice," Doug said. "He asked
me what sort of foreskin I wanted. I told him as long
as possible."
	"They'll call when Doug's new hood is ready," Mike
added.
	"Doug's been through a lot this evening," Steve said.
"He needs a little relaxation."
	"Want to fix him a drink?" Mike asked.
	"No I had something else in mind," Steve replied. "He
hasn't had any of our electro-stimulation yet." He
arose and took Doug by the hand, leading him into one
of the bedrooms. Steve's case was on the floor beside
the bed, and Steve removed the electro box and the
wires from it.
	"This is pretty nice," I assured Doug. "I had it when
I first got here. It's pretty intense."
	"You'll find it surprisingly intense," Steve told
him. "Since you've been circumcised, you've lost your
foreskin and all of the nerves in it, so you've never
experienced the sensations possible with it. The
electronic pulses work on the nerves directly, and
what you'll feel is the full range of sensations, as
if you'd never been circumcised." He began applying
the electrodes to Doug's penis.
	"Now you just relax and let me adjust the controls.
I'm pretty experienced at this, and I'm going to give
you an orgasm like none you've ever had." He flipped
the power switch on, and adjusted the power levels to
send a pleasant tingle through Doug's groin. Mike and
I sat on each side of Doug's supine body, gently
caressing him. Mike tweaked his nipples and I ran my
hands down the insides of his thighs. Doug's face took
on a beatific smile as the sensations poured into him,
and he visibly relaxed. I knew that he wouldn't remain
relaxed for long as the build-up to his orgasm
intensified.
	Now I cupped his scrotum as Steve increased the power
level. I felt his scrotum tighten between my fingers
as Doug became aroused. His prick swelled rapidly, the
large helmet standing out proudly at the end of his
straight shaft. Steve turned the power knob higher,
and I saw the veins bulging on Doug's shaft as it came
to its ultimate hardness.
	"Ahhhh, that's good," Doug sighed as his excitement
mounted. The waves of pleasure coursing through his
body erased all thoughts of the evening's unpleasant
events, and he surrendered himself to pure sensation.
I ran my fingers up his shaft and onto the swollen
helmet, which had become glossy as it had distended
fully. It was no longer leathery, but with the
fullness of his erection the membrane had stretched to
its limit. A drop of clear fluid parted the lips of
his slit as Steve tweaked the power up another notch.
	"Now I'm going to make your cock twitch when I turn
on the `Pulse' function," he said. He turned another
knob and we watched as Doug's hot hard prick began to
jerk at a rate of about twice a second.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" Doug grunted as waves of
sensation flowed through him, driving him to the peak
of excitement. I felt the electrically induced throbs
in his shaft as I clasped it, wanting to experience
his excitement vicariously.
	"His cock's really jerking now," Mike commented as he
moved his hand down to caress the insides of Doug's
thighs. "That big head's really swollen." Now Doug's
eyes had closed, and we all felt the rising tension in
his body as waves of excitement gripped him.
	"I think I'll keep him right here for a minute or
two," Steve said. "This is going to be intense for
him, but his orgasm will last longer if we keep him
edging for a minute or two." Doug's balls were drawn
up tightly against his body, and he was seeping
steadily from his distended meatus. The fluid flowed
down his swollen helmet, drenching the circular
electrode that was wrapped around the neck of his
penis, right behind the head.
	Doug was still grunting, and now his body had begun a
slight twitching, a reflex action as his excitement
inched slowly upward. I ran my fingertip over the hard
and slippery surface of his helmet, gauging his
excitement by its feel and the way the surface had
darkened to a deep purple.
	"I'm reducing the power slightly," Steve announced.
"Otherwise he'd pop his nut in another couple of
seconds. I want to keep him right on the edge a while
longer." Doug's body continued to twitch, but I sensed
that he was holding. The clear lubricant continued to
pour from his slit, and now his pubic patch was wet.
His fists were clenched, his eyes tightly shut, and he
was poised right at the brink.
	"He's going to blow his load in a minute at this
level," Steve advised. "It's impossible for him to
maintain indefinitely the way he's tightened up now."
Doug grunted his unconscious agreement as his body
continued to twitch, and now we saw his legs begin to
tremble as he began to slide slowly over the brink.
	"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as I felt a deep
throb in his helmet and saw a long, powerful stream of
white fluid slam through the lips of his long slit and
shoot upward. His hips bucked and his face contorted
with the violence of his orgasm. His entire body
shuddered as another torrent of cream erupted from the
distended orifice to arc upward and land on his
stomach. His helpless grunts filled the room as he
spewed his hot seed in mindless pleasure.
	Steve inched the power level up slightly and we heard
Doug grunt even more loudly as the electric pulses
pulled another hot ejaculation from his straining
prick. Doug's hips were bucking wildly throughout, and
now they thrust upward to impart added velocity to his
fourth jet. Another torrent poured from his straining
helmet, with less force but the same volume, as Steve
lowered the power.
	Now Doug had stopped grunting and was only sobbing as
his orgasm drained him dry. The fluid streaming from
his slit had begun to turn clear, and we knew that
he'd expended all of his semen. He was now leaking
only clear fluid as the electric pulses continued to
make his prick jerk, and his erection was not yet
subsiding. I knew that when I'd had an electro orgasm,
keeping the power on had maintained the pleasant
sensations for a minute after my ejaculations had
finished.
	Finally, Steve turned off the machine and began
removing the electrodes. Doug was completely relaxed,
dazed by the violence and intensity of his
electronically induced orgasm, and ready for a good
night's sleep. I cuddled up next to him, while Steve
and Mike went to their bedroom.
	Next morning we ate a quick breakfast of croissants
and coffee, and after that Doug and I took a shower
together in our bathroom while Steve and Mike used
theirs.
	"I have to pee. Do you mind?" Doug asked as the hot
water coursed over our bodies.
	"No, go ahead. I pee in the shower all the time," I
replied. I watched as a thick yellow stream jetted
from Doug's long slit to wash down the drain with the
swirling water.
	"Now look at this," I said as I pinched the nipple of
my long foreskin shut and relaxed my sphincter. My
hood began to distend, like a balloon, as Doug
watched, fascinated.
	"So that's what you can do if you're uncut," he said.
"I'd seen a few uncut guys before, but I'd never seen
one do what you're doing."
	"It feels nice when the hot pee swirls around my head
and behind the rim," I explained. "You'll be able to
have that feeling soon, after you get your new
foreskin attached.
	"Wow! I really look forward to that," he said. "How
long do you think it's going to take?"
	"Well, they had my new cloned foreskin ready in two
or three days, and then it took about two days to
heal. With their new surgical techniques, healing's
very fast. You can see it didn't leave much of a scar,
either." I held my prick up for him to inspect.
	"You're right. I wouldn't even have noticed the scar
if you hadn't pointed it out to me." We finished
showering, dried ourselves, and got dressed. Mike and
Steve were already dressed when we came out, and we
prepared to leave for work.
	At the office, Wallace was waiting for us, and
directed us into the conference room.
	"I think we've got a good idea of their new method of
operation now, based on Doug's experience. You had a
close call there, Doug," he said, looking
sympathetically at him.
	"The fuckers would have blown my brains out if you
guys hadn't been so quick on the uptake," Doug replied
with a shudder.
	"Fuck yeah," I added. I was angry at the deadly
tactics of those running the time travel project back
in my own era.
	"The only thing we don't know for sure is whether or
not they'll keep sending people," Wallace continued.
"We can't keep up this surveillance operation forever.
It's too demanding on our very limited manpower. As
you might have guessed, our police force is tiny,
partly because New York City isn't the size it was
back then, but also because we just don't have that
much crime. The religious terrorists are our main
problem, and there aren't many of them left."
	"My opinion, for what it's worth, is that Doug was
their last effort," I said. "It's just my guess, but I
think that the decisive factor is that nobody's ever
come back from either the past or the future. That
business with the explosive implant was a move of
desperation. They could have killed Doug, but that
wouldn't have told them what happened. It was just
pure viciousness."
	"I can't prove anything I say either," said Mike.
"However, I agree with your reasoning. What they did
was shitty, but it was also counter-productive."
	"I'll go along with that," said Wallace to me.
"Inspector Stanmore sees it the same way as you do."
	"How long do you want to continue the surveillance,
or do we wrap this up today?" asked Mike Stanmore.
	"Another week, I think, just to be on the safe side.
Of course, we'll tell our customs people and
transportation units to keep an eye out for anyone who
fits the profile, male or female." With these words,
Wallace left the room.
	"Okay, I guess we'll go to the surveillance room and
keep an eye on the screens," Mike said.
	While we were scrutinizing the screens, Doug spoke:
	"That was a good point Wallace brought up. So far,
they've only sent men through the time machine. I
wonder what the odds are of their sending a woman?"
	"There's no way to tell," I said. However, when I was
in their facilities, I didn't see a single female. Do
you know if they employed any, or were recruiting any?
After all, you were one of them."
	"No, I never saw a female there, in any of their
facilities, New York, Arizona, or Chicago."
	"Maybe they've got an ingrained bias against using
women," Mike suggested. "That could be, you know."
	We sat silently contemplating various unpleasant
prospects while watching the screens. The next day was
also uneventful, but on the next, Mike received a call
from the hospital. Doug's newly cloned foreskin was
ready, and when could he come in for the surgery?
	Wallace covered for us in the surveillance room while
Mike, Doug, and I went to the hospital. We stood by
while a male nurse prepped Doug for his surgery. Dr.
Simmons came in, and quickly explained to Doug exactly
what would happen.
	"We'll put you to sleep right now, before we wheel
you in to the operating room. We'll bring you back
here afterward, and when you wake up your friends will
be here with you." He placed the electrodes on Doug's
head, flipped a switch on the anesthesia unit, and
Doug was instantly unconscious.

       "He'll be as happy as you were, getting a new
foreskin," Mike commented to me while we waited.
"Oh, I know he will," I replied.
"I'm really glad we don't do that shit anymore," Mike
continued. "I would really hate it, being strapped
down and getting my foreskin cut off without having
anything to say about it."
"Well, those were the bad old days," I said. "I think
you don't even have capital punishment anymore, do
you?"
"No, we have so few murders it's not worth the
effort," Mike answered. "As far as the terrorists go,
they're religious fanatics. Deterrence doesn't work
with that kind, anyway."
"What do you do with them, then?" I asked.
"Most are killed while we're trying to apprehend
them," Mike replied. "The rest usually get life
imprisonment. That's just warehousing them until they
die. We don't have parole or early release for
terrorists." At this point we saw Doug being wheeled
back into the room, and a few seconds later he was
fully conscious, without an anesthesia hangover.
"That was quick and slick," he commented to us. "I
didn't feel a thing."
"Now remember, keep the bandage on for 24 hours, and
no sexual activity for another day or two after that,"
Dr. Simmons told him. "After that, enjoy your new
foreskin all you want." Doug got dressed and returned
with us to the office, where Wallace greeted him with
a broad smile.
	"Well, now you're really one of the boys," he said.
"I feel really good about this," Doug replied.
"I know exactly how you feel," I said. We continued to
watch the screens without result for another hour, and
then it was quitting time. A patrol officer came in to
watch the screens during the night, but we were
confident that nothing would happen. Mike took us home
with him, where Steve was already preparing dinner.
Doug's recovery was uneventful, and I coached him as
he went along, telling him to bad the end of his new
nippled foreskin with toilet paper during the healing
period. The third evening we sat around after dinner
as Doug experimented with his new hood, retracting it
slowly over his helmet.
"Not too tight?" Steve asked as the blunt end of
Doug's broad helmet came into view.
"No, it's tight, but that's just the way I like it. I
like the squeeze around my helmet when I skin it
back," Doug replied as he retracted his hood farther
to reveal the body of his glans. The widened orifice
of his foreskin was poised on the flaring rim of his
helmet, and with a slight tug, it snapped down into
the deep groove behind the rim. We admired the deep
purple gloss of his swollen helmet, and I reached out
to place a finger on the front, covering the long
slit.
"Man, that feels sensitive," he said. "That retinoic
acid the doctor gave me really works."
"I knew it would," I said. "After all, it worked for
me." I noticed that his slit felt wet under my finger,
and I began spreading the slippery wetness in small
circles. This provoked a deep sigh from Doug, and his
back arched. I felt a spurt of liquid against the pad
of my fingertip, and I began spreading the clear
lubricant farther over his totally bared helmet,
following the sexy contours down the sides.
"It feels so sensitive..." Doug trailed off. I brought
my fingertip farther back along the wet, slippery head
and traced the corona up one side and down the other,
paying special attention to the vee-grove underneath.
Steve got up quickly and returned with a towel from
the kitchen. He spread it over Doug's stomach and
knelt in front of his to cup his sac. Mike came over
to sit beside Steve and began to caress the inside of
Doug's thighs. Both of them were rock-hard from the
excitement of watching Doug's reactions. I grasped
Doug's shaft and pulled down gently on the thick
fleshy sleeve that formed a collar behind the head.
"Does it hurt at all when I pull?" I asked. Doug shook
his head and I exerted more traction, at the same time
squeezing to compress the veins. The effect was almost
immediate. The trapped blood made the helmet swell
even more and the veins stood out on his shaft ahead
of my fist.
"I can feel how hard your head is," I said.
Lubricating fluid was leaking copiously from Doug's
long slit, and I used this to begin a grand tour of
his glans, working my fingertip all around the rim and
circling the slit. Now I strummed the bowstring under
the head, feeling its tightness as I stretched it back
to stimulate the nerve endings. Doug had begun
shuddering with the intensity of the sensations
pouring into his hot prick.
"I'll stretch his sac," Steve commented as he changed
his grip and began pulling down on Doug's balls,
stretching the scrotal skin to enhance his sensations.
His other hand was stroking Mike's hard prick, gently
so as not to provoke too quick an orgasm.
"He's really hot," said Mike. "See how his face is
flushed now? This is his first orgasm with a foreskin
and I know it's hitting him hard." Doug's shuddering
had intensified, and it was obvious to all that he was
caught up and thoroughly captivated by the intense new
sensations. His eyes had just closed, and as I
caressed his smooth wet helmet I felt it was hard as
granite. I twisted my fist around the big wet glans
and this made Doug grunt loudly.
I felt the hot hard prick throb sharply in my hands as
Doug's hips lifted from the couch.
"AH! AH! AAAAAHHHH!" he bellowed at the first thick
rope of cream shot upward from his straining helmet,
falling back onto his stomach. His prick throbbed
again and another thick jet erupted from his glans,
slamming through the long lips of his slit on its way
upward. Doug's hips were bucking hard, and his grunts
filled the room as he hurtled down the canyon of the
most intense orgasm of his life.
Doug's prick throbbed again, sending another torrent
of cream spurting upward. The next throb heralded only
a minor ejaculation, and I knew that his tanks were
running low. I also knew that at any moment his helmet
would become super-sensitive, and I stopped massaging
it to prevent distress. I kept his foreskin tightly
back, though, to keep tension on the nerve endings and
fuel his orgasm. His loud grunts had subsided to
moans, and now his semen only seeped from his slit. It
was turning clear, a change from the thick white of
before, and I knew Doug was close to being totally
drained.
Doug sighed deeply, and became utterly still as his
body relaxed, sinking into the rapturous daze that
follows orgasm. Mike and Steve moved onto the other
couch again, and I watched them as they slipped into a
"69" position. They tongued each other's tips for a
couple of minutes, tantalizingly insufficient to
produce climax.
Now Doug was reviving, and he pulled me down to him to
give me a big wet tongue-probing kiss as his other
hand grasped my prick. He pumped my foreskin slowly
and delicately, letting me know without words how much
he appreciated the pleasure I'd given him.
Now Steve and Mike got up and went into their bedroom,
motioning us to follow them. Mike took a condom from
the drawer and handed it to Steve, who opened the
envelope and rolled it down Mike's glans and shaft.
Mike was seeping so heavily that no additional
lubricant was necessary.
"We're going to do Princeton and you're welcome to
watch," Steve said to us. He rolled on his side to
face away from Mike and lifted his leg. Mike eased in
behind him and placed his prick between Steve's
thighs, the tip nudging his balls. When he began to
thrust he reached over Steve and grasped his prick,
slowly sliding the long foreskin up and down the
helmet-shaped glans. On the down-stroke he completely
bared it, and on the return he covered it right to the
end, with the tip of Steve's foreskin forming a pucker
in his fist.
Doug and I didn't have to speak; we got on both sides
of them, and Doug began caressing Mike's back and legs
while I cupped Steve's rapidly tightening scrotum.
With us adding to their sensations, it didn't take
long for the climax. Mike's muscular body began to
thrust more vigorously, and soon Mike was slamming his
hips into Steve's body. As I kneaded Steve's sac
gently, I felt Mike's hot hard tip as it brushed my
fingers. Meanwhile, Steve's fingers closed around my
prick.
I saw Steve's big helmet darkening each time Mike's
fingers stroked back the foreskin, and I knew that he
was very close. Steve's eyes closed, and he yelped the
helpless cry of orgasm as his prick shot a torrent of
cream onto the towel. I quickly moved my hand to press
my fingertips against the underside of Mike's glans,
rubbing his hot spot, and in another couple of seconds
Mike was grunting as I felt his prick throbbing
through the thin latex.
Their bodies strained against each other as they
discharged their fluids, their cries filling the air.
Steve had let go of my prick, but Doug reached over
and grasped it, pumping my foreskin to draw me over
the edge. At that hot moment, it took only a couple of
strokes and I was lost, spewing my cream helplessly as
Doug whipped my foreskin up and down my hot, straining
glans.
I cried out helplessly as my eyes closed and the
torrents of hot cream burned their way up my prick.
Although my awareness of the world around had dimmed
as I hurtled into the free-fall of orgasm, I was still
aware that Steve, Mike, and I were shooting
simultaneously, moaning and gasping in passion as we
melted into each other.
When it was over we lay still, enjoying the afterglow,
dazed by the violence of or climaxes. I opened my eyes
to see Doug smiling down at me, happy that he'd been
able to return the favor.
"Well, let's take a shower," Mike said to me after a
couple of minutes. "Our shower's not big enough for
four, so you and Doug pair off in your bathroom. Doug,
of course you're staying here and you'll share the
other bed with him."
In the shower, we soaped each other's bodies, and when
Doug skinned me back, I felt the urge to pee. I
quickly pushed my hood forward and pinched the end of
the nipple, watching him do the same with his prick.
"Man, I just love this," he said as his new hood
swelled and ballooned as mine was doing. We released
our hoods at the same moment, watching the yellow
gushes splattering over our legs, and then pinched
them again to repeat the cycle.
"I told you you'd be able to do that yourself," I said
as he smiled at me, a big beaming smile of utter
satisfaction. After we'd drained ourselves, we dried
off and spent the night in each other's arms.
The following morning, when we got to the office,
Investigator Wallace and Chief Dexter awaited us.
Dexter spoke first:
"I think we're not going to get any more visitors.
Wallace told me your consensus, and I agree with you.
I think they've shot their load. From what I know of
the politics of your era, I don't think they're going
to continue to spend fabulous amounts of money to
continue the project. The engineering behind it is
amazing, but the bad side is that it's produced
absolutely no tangible results, and without those, the
momentum isn't going to carry it."
"Now we want to see what we can do about getting you
three integrated into our time," Mike said. "You all
seem to have adapted very well so far, and I think
you'll fit in perfectly."
"How would you like to join the department?" asked
Chief Dexter. "You've already shown some investigative
skills, and you just might have a place on our joint
counter-terrorism task force. John's already there,
and he's been some help in advising them what to look
for when searching for people who don't belong, people
who might look suspicious, and all that."
"You'll all have to attend the academy, to get basic
training under your belts, but that should be a snap,"
added Wallace.
"I'd love to," I said, with absolute certainty that
Doug and John would agree. We really were home at
last.


	The End