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Exploring, Part 28
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	Four months after I’d met Doug I had to go to
Washington to attend a convention, and I phoned Doug
at his home in Arlington, VA to let him know that I
was coming. He was attending the same convention and
invited me to stay at his house, saying that each day
I could ride to the convention with him. I happily
took him up on his offer, and told him what flight I
was taking. He told me that he would have a lot to
tell me when I arrived.
	He had me place my luggage in his bedroom, equipped
with a queen-sized bed like mine. Then he faced me and
stripped down and I followed suit, noticing that the
end of his penis was taped, holding his stretched
shaft skin over the glans.
	“That’s part of what I’ve got to tell you,” he
explained, pointing to his prick. “Jim turned me on to
this. It’s been working fine for me.”
	“How much progress have you made?” I asked.
	“I’ll show you,” he said as he began peeling off the
tape. Without the tape holding the skin forward it
slid back to cover only half his glans. 
	“Well, you’re halfway there,” I commented.
	“Not quite,” he said. “Half the head is covered, but
I want more than just covering the head. I’d like a
little slack in front, to make sure the tip doesn’t
pop out when I move. You’ve got about an inch
overhang, and I’d like something like that.”
	“It’ll take longer, but you should get there if you
keep at it,” I replied. As I spoke he grasped the skin
behind the head and slipped it back to uncover the
mushroom shaped glans. The jagged scar behind his
corona seemed to have faded somewhat, as it did with
many of us who had undergone restoration.
	“The head’s softer now, and it’s shiny like yours and
Jim’s,” Doug told me. He pointed his glans toward me,
and I saw that he had the same tight slit that I
remembered.
	“I’m sure it’s more sensitive,” I suggested. “Once
it’s covered and gets moist, the sensitivity returns
pretty quickly.”
	“It sure is more sensitive,” Doug replied. “Remember
how it took me so long to come last time? Well, not
it’s a lot faster. I also found I don’t have to
tighten up anymore. I can just relax and let it happen
to me.”
	“That’s the same experience I had,” I said. “I used
to have to strain to get to orgasm, but not these
days.”
	“I also shoot farther,” he added.
	“I remember you shot pretty far last time, with that
small tight slit. Now I guess you get more power
behind your stream.”
	“I sure do,” Doug confirmed. “When I start to come, I
get these terrific convulsions deep inside me, and my
cock really spits out the juice.” Doug’s prick was
lengthening and getting harder because of the nature
of our discussion. Mine was as well, even though I
hadn’t touched it.
	“I’d like to see that,” I encouraged him. “We can
have another show-and-tell if you wish.” His response
was to reach for my prick and squeeze the head through
the covering skin, giving me a reflexive throb in the
root. I wrapped my thumb and index finger around his
shaft behind the head and began working the slack skin
up over his corona, compressing the nerve endings. I
felt his prick respond under my touch, swelling
rapidly as if he were eager to show it off to me.
	“Let me push your skin back,” he said as he tightened
his grip on the front of my prick and began urging the
long tight foreskin back over my helmet. I cupped his
scrotum as I continued working his slack shaft skin
over his rapidly swelling rim. My hardening prick
offered more resistance now, and he easily pushed my
foreskin back behind my rim, where it dropped into the
deep groove.
	“I like what you’re doing,” I murmured as he gantly
jiggled my foreskin behind my rim, bumping the corona
and then stretching it back to bare the groove.
	“I like to see your cock skinned back to show the big
head,” he explained. “I like that teardrop slit and
the flaring rim. Mine’s kinda flat on top.” Doug’s
prick extended to its full five-inch length.
	“That’s okay,” I said. “I bet your rim’s gotten
pretty sensitive,” I said as I continued to bump his
corona with the collar of slack skin. Now he was fully
hard, as I was, and we sat next to each other on the
bed. The fingers of his left hand now cupped my balls,
as I’d done to him. 
	“I’m really getting worked up,” he confessed.
“Handling your cock and feeling your fingers on mine
does a lot to me.” 
	“Think you can come now?” I asked. “I think you
really need relief, and right now.” He nodded and I
pushed him flat on the bed, continuing to work his
loose skin over the rim.
	“My cock’s really rim-sensitive,” he declared.
“That’s why what you’re doing right now is so hot.”
	“I can see that. Your rim’s purple and glossy, and
that tells me you’re really sensitive there. I’ll keep
working on your rim until you shoot.” He had a towel
on the bedside table and I laid it on his stomach. His
warm fingers continued to jiggle my thick fleshy ring,
maintaining my excitement.
	“Touching your cock makes me so hot,” he murmured,
his excitement obviously rising.
	“I can tell because your balls are getting tight,” I
answered. As I spoke I noticed a drop of clear
lubricant parting the lips of his tight slit.
	“What you’re doing’s making my rim tickle,” he
commented. “That tickle feels so good.”
	“Now just try to stay relaxed,” I urged. “The more
you can stay relaxed, the longer the build-up’s going
to be, and you want it longer because you’ll come
harder at the end.”
	“Honestly, I don’t know how long I can hold out, with
what you’re doing to me.”
	“I know what you mean, Doug. Just relax and let
things happen naturally. I’ll slow down a little so I
don’t push you too fast.” In keeping with my words, I
slowed my pace to prolong the build-up. His slit kept
seeping clear fluid that flowed down and made his skin
slippery, so that I lost my grip. Now I touched his
wet, slippery rim directly with my fingertips, making
him moan.
	“Your skin’s too slippery to hold,” I explained.
“I’ll have to work directly on your rim.” As my
fingertips circled his rim, I saw his body tense.
Doug’s mushroom was dark purple now, and felt hard
under my fingers. 
	“My tip’s so sensitive when you touch it like that,”
he moaned. “It never was like that before.”
	“I know,” I responded. “You’re so sensitive now that
you’re going to have a big blast-off when you come.” I
worked my fingertips lightly and delicately around his
engorged corona, teasing the nerve endings I knew lay
right under the surface. I was glad to see more
lubricant flow from his slit, as I knew it would mask
the sensations somewhat and prolong the delicious
period of anticipation. Still, Doug shuddered several
times as I lightly massaged his corona. 
	“My rim’s getting tingly,” he whispered. “I can feel
every stroke, every touch. It feels so swollen.” I
knew precisely how he felt, as his reactions were
exactly like mine when someone handled my prick this
way. I felt Doug’s fingers fall from my prick, as he
withdrew into himself to concentrate on his
sensations. Even without his stimulation, my prick
remained hard because Doug’s excitement fed mine. 
	“I think you’re right on the edge,” I murmured to him
as I saw his stomach muscles tighten. I let go of his
balls and reached for the towel. 
	“Oooooohhhh,” he groaned as the sensations in his
prick became overwhelming. His widely spread legs
began to tremble.
	“Just let it happen,” I coached him as I sensed his
entire body tightening. His breathing was heavy now,
and I knew he was poised on the edge. I tightened the
pressure on his corona and swiped my thumb across the
top of his glans and my index finger into his vertex
to trigger his climax.
	“HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!” he grunted as I felt his engorged
glans throb in my fingers. A hard, thin stream jetted
from his slit to splatter against the towel I’d
positioned in front of his straining glans. Doug’s
hips bucked on the bed as he grunted again, releasing
a second hard jet. Doug’s entire body shuddered hard
with the third discharge and I noticed the strong odor
of chlorine in the air. 
	Doug moaned helplessly, dissolving in orgasm, as I
worked my fingertips over the entire head to trigger
more ejaculatory spasms. He was gasping and grunting
as his chest heaved, and he released his final jets
against the towel. Now I released his prick as it
oozed its creamy residue onto the terrycloth. As Doug
relaxed his prick began shrinking and I eased the
foreskin as far forward as I could to protect his
sensitive rim.
	Doug recovered from his torpor and grasped my prick.
	“Thanks,” he said. “That was wonderful.” As he spoke
I wiped his prick with the towel.
	“Glad to do it for you,” I replied. “It was hot for
me, too, watching you come and feeling your prick
throb.”
	“Now it’s your turn,” he said, pushing me flat on the
bed. He got into a “69” position with me and grasped
my prick around the shaft.
	“I want to taste your cock, slip my tongue inside
your skin, and make you come that way. Is that okay?”
	“Go ahead,” I said. “I know I’ll enjoy it.” I knew
that, whatever he did, he’d have my load in a minute
or two because I was so worked up from having
stimulated him to orgasm. Now I felt his tongue
probing into my overhang, spreading the foreskin and
reaching for my slit. There was a sharp tingle when
the point of his tongue reached my slit and began
working around it in small circles.
	“That’s nice,” I said. “That really feels good.” I
felt his tongue pushing deeper into my foreskin,
stretching it as the tip lapped around my flaring rim.
He worked his way down one side of my helmet, pressed
into the vee-groove underneath, and then worked up the
other side. His lips locked around my prick behind the
rim, holding my foreskin forward. I felt him clamp his
thumb and forefinger around the base of my shaft to
constrict the veins and make my erection harder. The
tension in my body was rising, and I knew that he’d
draw the orgasm from me very soon. 
	“Oooohhhh,” I moaned as his tongue reached farther to
probe the deep groove behind my rim, caressing nerve
endings that rarely saw the light of day. I
concentrated on staying relaxed but the sensations
were intense and I felt the root of my prick
tightening reflexively under the relentless
stimulation.
	Now his tongue swiped across the broad upper surface
of my helmet, rich in nerve endings, and I felt him
move a finger to press into my vee-groove through the
thick foreskin. The rapid action of his tongue
produced a familiar tickle in my tip, and I began
withdrawing into myself, absorbed in the delightful
sensations. His other hand cupped my balls, kneading
them lightly. My awareness of thw world outside my
body dimmed as I focused on the sensations in my
groin.
	My eyes closed as the tickle changed into a hot
tingle and I felt the helmet swell, aching for the
explosive release of orgasm. My stomach muscles
tightened and my out spread legs began trembling as
the tension built to the point of no return. Doug was
caressing my glans, stretching my foreskin, and
pressing and rubbing my vee-groove, all calculated to
drive me over the brink, and I gave in. I was helpless
in his hands as the first wave of sensations
overwhelmed my consciousness and I howled in joyful
agony, releasing the first hot jet of sperm. 
	I felt it burn its way up my prick and shoot out into
his waiting mouth. The next torrent poured into my
urethra, shot up my tube, and I felt the slight
tickling sensation as it rounded the upward curve in
my urethra into the glans. It was barely out when
another gush slammed through the lips of my gaping
slit, and my hips bucked as the sensations drove me
into a frenzy. I cried out and rocked my head from
side to side as another heavy load poured from my
throbbing prick onto his tongue.
	The next jet was weaker, followed by another, and
then my orgasm tapered off into a slow dribble,
although I still felt residual throbs in the root of
my prick. My tip had become super-sensitive, but the
thick layer of cream that coated it softened the
friction. I sank into a daze and lay still for a
couple of minutes as my breathing returned to normal.
	“That was good,” Doug said after he’d removed his
mouth from my prick. He’d sucked the residue from my
foreskin and swallowed it, as he had the hot jets I’d
released into his mouth. “I felt your cock throbbing
in my hand, and your big tip throbbing against my
tongue when you shot. It was really tasty.”
	“Thanks, Doug,” I replied. “That really sent me into
orbit.”
	“We both got our rocks off today,” he said. “I’ll
remember this for a long time.”
	“So will I,” I said, hugging him to me.
	“Hey, I didn’t tell you the news. Remember this
Doctor Peeler who disappeared a few months ago?” he
asked.
	“Yeah, the Jimmy Hoffa type,” I laughed. “What
happened, did they find him” I thought of the FBI’s
digging up a farm in the Midwest recently in an
unsuccessful search for Hoffa’s body.
	“Fuck no, they didn’t find him, but his wife got
totaled in a hit and run last week. At first I
couldn’t figure it out, but then I realized that she’d
been his right hand in SNIP, promoting universal
circumcision.” At his words, I remembered SNIP, the
Society for Neutralization of Infant Prepuces.
	“Well, think there’s any connection? I asked, half
anticipating his reply.
	“The cops have nothing definite, but 
it seems clear to me,” he answered. “She was walking
down a road near her house one evening after dinner
and someone ran her down and didn’t stop. The cops
found tire tracks in the gravel. The size of the tires
suggested that the vehicle was a big SUV or truck.
>From the tracks, it was clear that the driver aimed at
her and didn’t brake, so it was a deliberate hit and
run. They couldn’t trace the vehicle for two reasons.
There were no eyewitnesses and the tires are so common
that they’re used on a lot of models. Also, you can
buy those tires anywhere in the country, at Costco,
K-Mart, Discount Tire, and other outlets.”
	“That’s it, then,” I concluded. “The list of possible
suspects runs into thousands or millions.”
	“There’s more,” Doug added. “I did a little checking,
and I found out something else. Thirty years ago she
was a nurse, and before marrying Doctor Peeler worked
at General Hospital’s maternity ward. One of the
things she did was prepare babies for circumcision and
assist the doctors who did them. This means that now
we have two categories of suspects: those who didn’t
like her for what she did generally, and those who
were born in General Hospital and circumcised. That’s
a lot of people, and tracking them down is
impossible.”
	“Well, SNIP is out of business, I guess.”
	“It really is,” Doug expounded. “With both of them
out of the picture SNIP folded. Also, my contacts tell
me that the number of circumcisions done in this area
has really dropped. Hardly any doctors want to do them
anymore. Now they tell parents circumcision’s not
medically necessary but really they’re scared
shitless.”
	“That’s what’s been happening around the country.
Most doctors just won’t do them. On top of that, most
parents really don’t want their boys circumcised. Some
doctors used to say that they circumcised babies
because parents insisted on it, but that’s just not
true.”
	“You’re right, Jack. Anyway, want to take a shower?”
Doug led the way to the bathroom before I could answer
and turned on the water. We stepped into the shower
and soaped each other, relishing the feel of the warm
water coursing down our bodies. I saw Doug’s prick
jerk slightly as a yellow stream flowed down from the
tip.
	“Hot water makes me want to pee too,” I said as I
pinched the end of my foreskin between two fingers. As
it began to swell Doug remarked:
	“That’s something I want to be able to do someday.
I’ve seen other uncut guys do that, and I always
wondered what it would feel like.”
	“That’s something you can look forward to,” I said to
encourage him. “Just keep taping and stretching and
one day you’ll have as much foreskin as Jim and me.”
	“I’m really motivated now that I know it’s possible,”
he said as we dried each other. We stepped out of the
shower and I picked up the bottle of Astroglide,
squirting a couple of drops behind my rim and stroking
the foreskin forward to spread it.
	“I use Astro because I don’t secrete any natural
lubricant. The doctor took off all my inner lining and
my prick is always dry. I feel more comfortable if my
foreskin’s lubricated.” As I spoke I watched Jim
squirt cream from a tube onto his glans and foreskin,
spreading it with his fingers.
	“I use betamethasone to help the skin stretch,” he
explained as he massaged the cream into his tender
flesh. “Jim told me it accelerates the stretching
process.” Now, with the cream dry enough to allow tape
to adhere, Doug pulled his shaft-skin forward,
stretching it over the glans, and taped the end shut.
	“Did Jim give you that cream? I asked.
	“He gave me one tube, and then I got a prescription
from my doctor. He’s a good guy and understands why a
guy would want his foreskin back. In fact, he’s
stretching his own skin.”
	“I bet he doesn’t do any circumcisions,” I guessed.
	“You’re right. He doesn’t believe in them, and he’s
in family practice. Only obstetricians and
pediatricians circumcise babies. Anyway, he keeps a
stack of leaflets in his waiting room. They explain
why circumcision is bad for boys. He does what he can
to dissuade parents from having their kids cut.”
	“We need more like him in this country,” I said.
	“I think we’ll find more as time goes on,” Doug
replied. We get rid of the Peelers and Snippers and
thing are bound to get back on the rails.



Continued in Part 29


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