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Exploring, Part 19
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	A couple of months after the last encounter with Jim
he phoned me at home one Friday evening. 
	Got the news on? he asked. Turn the news on, he
urged.
	What the fuck? I asked him.
	Just turn it on, he repeated, but Id already
pushed the button on the remote. 
	Channel four, he continued. It happened that my set
was already on that channel, and I watched, wondering
what the news was. The screen showed a baby strapped
down in a plastic tray, of the sort used to restrain
them for circumcision, and the narration said:
	Doctor Cutter works at the Main Street Hospital, and
he advocates that all mothers have their boys
circumcised at birth to improve hygiene and prevent
later medical problems. He told us that he circumcises
almost all the boy babies that he delivers, confident
that hes improving their lives for them. 
	The station switched to a series of commercials and I
turned off the TV.
	Can you imagine that? Jim asked.
	I know. It seems crazy. What doctor would choose to
expose himself that way at this time?
	It doesnt seem rational, Jim went on. This guy
must be an idiot. If one of our shooters sees this
program, he just might be loading his rifle right
now.
	Youre right, Jim, I agreed. Hold on a minute,
though. Theres something that doesnt seem right
about this. I cant put my finger on it but something
strikes the wrong note. 
	Yes, its incongruous, Jim added. This guy being a
doctor, and working in that hospital, sets himself up
on TV for everyone to see.
	I have a hunch, just a hunch, I said. I think Id
better check around to see what I can dig up.
	I think I can do a little checking too, Jim said.
I have a few contacts who might be able to add
something to this picture. With these words he hung
up. I dialed Brad on his cell phone and asked if he
were free to meet with me. He was, and we met in a
diner half an hour later.
	Anything funny going on in your department? I asked
after wed taken a corner booth and ordered.
	How do you mean? he asked. I sensed he was being a
bit cagey, and I elaborated:
	Any unusual operations or projects happening right
now? Anything out of the ordinary?
	There is, he acknowledged. Its top secret. Im
not even supposed to know about it. I realized that I
was going to have to pry it out of him by putting my
cards on the table. If this was what I suspected he
would tell me. If not, and he still refused to tell
me, I would not have lost anything.
	Okay, is there any operation involving Main Street
Hospital? Anything to do with a Doctor Cutter? He
appeared on the news this evening promoting
circumcision for all baby boys. That seems very
strange to me. The look on Brads face told me that
Id struck gold.	Yeah, you guessed it. Its a decoy
op. Captain Foozle, Chief of Detectives, thinks he
might smoke out the guy whos been shooting doctors by
setting up Cutter as a target.
	Is Cutter even a doctor? I asked.
	No, hes one of us. He wears a ballistic vest, goes
to the hospital every day, and goes to a special house
we set up every evening. Weve got the hospital staked
out, we follow him discreetly on the streets, and we
have men inside the house. Half the SWAT Team is
involved.
	Thats exactly what Id suspected. I dont think
its going to work, Brad.
	I dont think so, either, he answered. Its too
obvious, too pat. A guy would have to be stupid to
take that bait.
	So some doctor must have told your captain his
concerns. The police didnt know about the
circumcision angle before.
	Right. That doctors scared shitless. I think the
whole thing is a move of desperation. Still, there
have been stupic criminals who got caught.
	Oh, yes they have, I agreed. However, didnt
anybody think that maybe if theres an attack on
Cutter, it might not be the same guy?
	Well, I know I thought of it, he replied. Im sure
they must have considered that possibility.
	An amateurish attempt like that is likely to bring
out every nut case in the city, I said. Brad and I
knew each other well enough to speak frankly. Anyway,
thanks. Ill be in touch. I had to contact Jim to see
if hed turned up anything. We parted.
	Back home I phoned Jim, asking if he would be able to
meet me. He volunteered to drive to my house and
within half an hour was sitting in my living room. I
filled him in on what Id discovered, and then he told
me what hed found:
	What you found out explains everything. One of my
contacts is a nurse who works in that hospitals
maternity ward. She said shed never heard of Cutter,
and that she never saw him deliver any babies or
perform circumcisions there. She also told me that
today there were a lot of cops around the hospital.
There were SWAT guys in uniform going up to the roof
with rifles, and some at the stairs on the maternity
floor. She saw plainclothes cops in the lobby,
watching everyone who came in. While she was going to
her car this afternoon, she saw cops in unmarked cars
in the parking lot.
	Well, that pretty much settles it, I said. Its a
set-up, and a clumsy one.
	Still, some yo-yo who hasnt had anything to do with
this might decide to take a shot at the phony doc.
	That would be a bad mistake, I pointed out. He
just might get his ass shot off for his trouble. By
this time it was ten oclock, and I invited Jim to
spend the night. We undressed and I saw that hed made
considerable progress in his restoration. 
	Ive got so much skin now that Ive got a plastic
insert inside it to maintain tension. I just need a
small piece of tape to hold it. He had a ring of tape
around the front of the insert, and I saw that the
insert had a channel in it for urination. 
	Well, keep it on right now, I suggested. I guess
were both tired, but we can play with it in the
morning. We got into bed, and he grasped my prick
firmly.
	Maybe Ill fall asleep holding on to your dick, he
said. I hugged him to me and at some point we drifted
off to sleep.
	Next morning we both awoke hard, although wed
released each others pricks during the night. Jim was
especially happy over his erection:
	Having a hard-on puts extra tension on the skin and
makes it stretch more, he explained.
	Does it hurt when you get hard with that insert
taped inside your foreskin?
	It did, at first, but Ive got enough skin stretched
now so that it just feels tight. I wear it at night so
that any nocturnal erections I get provide more
stretching.
	How much skin do you have now without the insert? I
asked.
	Ill show you, Jim replied as he removed the tape
and let the insert slide from inside his new hood into
his hand. The insert was a tapered plastic cylinder,
about two inches long, and with a shallow cavity at
the rear for his glans. I saw that without the insert,
his helmet was completely covered, and that his new
hood closed to a loose pucker at the front. I placed
my thumb and index finger on his foreskin covered
glans and began to slide the skin up and down,
bringing his erection to the straining point.
	Well, with your full bladder you responded quickly,
I said. Im glad youve got enough skin to cover the
tip even when hard.
	So do you, he said. Ever since I first saw your
dick Ive wanted skin like yours. He eyed my
erection, and the bulge of my big helmet distending
the hood near the end.
	I think youll easily be able to get an overhang,
even with an erection, I said.
	Since mine is only five inches long, it wont take
as much for an overhang as on yours, He answered.
Yours has such a big head on it that the skin
covering it would cover half my dick. He was right.
It took about two inches of foreskin to cover my fully
swollen helmet, almost half the length of his glans
and shaft. He grasped my thick foreskin and began
moving it gently up and down my swollen helmet, giving
me delicious erotic sensations.
	Your balls are already getting tight, I observed.
Youre ready to blast off.
	I think well have really hot orgasms now, with our
full bladders. I always found that this increased the
tension for me.
	It does for me too, I added. Plus it makes it easy
to flush out the residue after I come. We sat facing
each other on the bed, knees spread and hands in each
others crotches, building our excitement. 
	I want to make you come while I pinch the end of
your skin shut, he declared. Youve got enough slack
to do that, and you wont shoot all over the sheets.
Jim pinched the end of my hood shut with his left
hand, using the fingers of his right to slide and
twist my hood over the head. I used long strokes to
maintain his excitement, baring and covering his
helmet with each cycle. 
	Thats the best part of having lots of skin, he
whispered as the fire of his excitement lit up his
eyes. I can get nice long strokes with that skin. I
was very gratified that I was able to stoke his fire
with his newly stretched foreskin.
	Your tips more sensitive, too, I pointed out. I
remember how it was leathery and grayish-pink when I
first knew you, before you started restoring. Now its
reddish-purple, and its gotten smooth and glossy like
my helmet.
	Thats probably the best part of it, Jim said. I
remember when it was hard for me to come, even when I
stroked my own dick. I had to tighten up and strain to
get over the top. Now I can just relax and let it
happen. Jim was becoming very excited, as a result of
the sex talk, my strokes on his prick, and the
vicarious excitement of handling mine. 
	You look like youre getting close, I said. Your
balls are really tight against your body, and each
time I uncover your tip it seems to be darker purple.
Jims eyes appeared glazed as he replied:
	Yeah, Jack, this is getting me really hot. My dick
feels like its going to burst any moment. I stripped
back his hood and touched the hot purple helmet with
one finger.
	It feels rock-hard to me, I commented. I think
youll blow any second. Now you just stop doing me and
let me work on your prick. Concentrate on your own
pleasure. I felt Jim release my prick as he lay back
and closed his eyes. 
	Okay, Jack, Ill leave the driving to you.
	Have you ever had your prick rolled? I asked.
	Whats that? He asked in reply.
	It works like this, and its going to make you come
fast and hard, I said as I changed my grip on his
prick. I placed one palm on the bottom of his prick,
keeping the foreskin well forward, and the other on
top. Now I began moving my palms in opposite
directions, twisting his foreskin around the swollen
helmet. The sudden twisting action surprised him with
its intensity, and his body shuddered. 
	Ohhhhh, thats so nice, he whispered. I knew that
this was superbly exciting for him because the cords
in his neck tensed and his legs began trembling. I
could see the front dome of his dark purple helmet
between my palms, and his orifice was leaking lots of
lubricant. 
	Jims fists clenched as I sped up my pace, knowing
that his entire consciousness was now focused on the
delicious, overpowering sensations in his prick. His
breathing was now rapid, almost gasping, and his chest
heaved as the sensations in his prick built up to a
crescendo.
	Jim grunted hard as I felt his straining prick
throbbing between my palms, and a moment later a thick
and powerful white jet exploded from his helmet,
shooting a foot into the air. Jim cried out helplessly
as another spasm shot through his rock-hard prick,
forcing another jet out of the distended orifice.
Jims hips bucked and I felt his prick throb again
between my palms. Another thick rope of sperm erupted
from the end, falling back and mixing with his
lubricant. The mixture made his prick very slippery,
and I was no longer able to twist his foreskin.
	Instead, I grasped his prick at the base and yanked
the hood back all the way, exposing his helmet down to
the deep groove behind it and putting tension on the
nerve endings in his gee-string. I knew that
additional friction might well cause him distress
because his tip was becoming hyper-sensitive like mine
does during orgasm, but that tensing the nerve in his
skin would maintain his orgasm. The front of his glans
dipped slightly as I pulled hard, and I felt another
deep throb in his shaft. Another jet poured from his
opening, not as powerful as previous ones, but enough
to make him cry out again. 
	I kept still now, maintaining the tension on his
prick-skin and watching avidly as the fury of his
orgasm gripped him. The lips of his teardrop shaped
orifice distended as another load gushed through them,
and he moaned again. Jim grunted again, and I felt a
weaker throb as another load poured from his tip, this
time not arcing into the air but rather flowing to
coat his helmet and skin with creamy whiteness. 
	His prick throbbed again, and this time the discharge
was just a dribble that flowed down his helmet and
shaft. His abdomen was coated with cream from previous
ejaculations, the sperm cooling in the air. I felt
Jims prick throb for the last time, and watched the
creamy dribble, more watery now, ooze from his
teardrop.
	Now we lay still, while Jim sank into the blissful
daze that followed. He was visibly relaxing, the
tension leaving his body, and his breathing returned
to normal. I was still hard.
	A couple of minutes later Jim opened his eyes,
turning toward me, and he gave me a dry kiss on the
lips. He reached down for my prick and gave it a
squeeze. I kissed him on the forehead, cheeks, and
lips. 
	Okay, Jack, you need relief now. He sat up and
grasped my prick around the foreskin-covered corona
while pinching the pucker of my foreskin shut with his
other hand. He began a rapid jiggling motion, working
the slack skin up and down my glans to build my
excitement.
	That feels very nice, I said to him. He continued
to work the hood over my helmet, his fingertips
following its contours as they rode over my flaring
ridge and then down the taper in front of it. 
	You just relax and let me do the work. I want you to
feel what I was feeling. I want to drain you the way
you drained me. Jims fingertips continued their
insistent stimulation, pouring a delicious friction
into my sensitive nerve endings, giving me a heavy
tickling feeling in my corona. 
	Ohhhh, I moaned as my excitement increased. 
	Your balls are really tight, and I can feel your
helmet getting harder through the skin, he said. The
rims really flaring out. The nerve endings in my tip
strained and swelled under the stimulation, and I knew
hed be extracting my load from me soon. 
	My breathing was heavier now, more rapid and shallow
as my body responded to his magic touch. Although I
tried to remain relaxed, I felt the tension building
inside me. 
	Now he stopped sliding my hood, instead giving my
helmet a couple of rapid squeezes, thumb on my ridge
and index finger pressed into the triangular groove
under the head. Each squeeze produced a reflexive
spasm in the root of my prick, and I grunted each
time. I felt a drop of lubricant flow into my tube and
begin its slow tickling crawl up my shaft. 
	Now he resumed working my foreskin up and down the
engorged helmet, and the tickle in my corona became
heavier. I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt the
tickle spread all over my tip. He gave my foreskin a
couple of quick twists and the tickle turned into a
sharp tingle. The tingle spread quickly, filling my
helmet with sensation, and then it exploded, shooting
down my shaft like lightning, penetrating the root of
my prick.
	HUNH! HUNH! HUNH! I grunted loudly as the first hot
spasm shook me, sending a hot torrent of fluid into my
tube. The hot blast burned its way up my prick as I
cried out helplessly, and I felt it slam through the
lips of my distended slit. The end of my hood was
pinched shut, so instead of shooting into the air the
hot lava swirled around my helmet as it filled my
foreskin. This feeling triggered another hot spasm
that made me grunt as I felt another jet burn its way
up my straining penis. It poured into my foreskin,
quickly spreading to swirl around my engorged ridge
and into the groove behind it. 
	I cried out helplessly, mindlessly, as a third
contraction hit the root of my prick, and felt another
gush pour into my urethra. My body was wracked by the
hot fury of my orgasm, and my mind was on HOLD as
another load poured from my prick, filling and
distending my already stretched foreskin until it
ballooned out with the pressure of my trapped sperm. 
	Jim continued to work my foreskin up and around my
helmet, reasoning correctly that the trapped fluid
would mask most of the friction, and thus prevent my
hot tip from becoming over-stimulated. I felt another
spasm and more fluid poured from my prick, but with
less force. 
	Feeling my foreskin dilated with the trapped juice
was a new sensation, reminiscent of when Id held a
docked penis inside my hood and foreign sperm had
bathed my glans in its heat. My prick was still
throbbing, but not as powerfully, and I knew that the
blissful agony was coming to an end. A few weaker
spasms made my body shudder, and then I became very
still, exhausted by the shattering experience. 
	As I sank into the deep daze of post-orgasm
relaxation, I was aware that Jim was still holding my
foreskin pinched shut, keeping the thick, viscous
juices trapped within. As my breathing slowed, my mind
focused more clearly and I realized that we both had
to pee. Full bladders had enhanced the intensity of
our orgasms, and increased our sensations. 
	I opened my eyes to see Jim smiling down at me.
	Man, you really went for it, he said. I saw him
reach for a towel and he pushed me onto my side, so
that my shrinking penis was positioned over the towel.
He released the end of my foreskin and a thick gush of
cream poured forth to fall onto the towel. Now he
grasped my prick behind the head and gently pulled
forward, milking the copious residue from my foreskin.

	Thats a lot of cream, he commented as he wiped the
outside of my penis, carefully keeping my foreskin
forward to protect the tender tip. He gave my
softening shaft a few more squeezes and then lay down
beside me. I hugged him to me and kissed him on the
lips. We lay together, enjoying the afterglow, knowing
that wed have to get up to pee very soon.
	
Continued in Part 20


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