Future Shock, Part 3 By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
Note: This story is fiction, and given the plot, mainly science fiction or imaginative fiction. Time travel would be very nice if it were possible to do it as easily as described here, especially considering the benefits that this story describes.
Synopsis: After being recruited for a secret time travel project operated by the government, I was projected into the 23rd. Century, leaving my friend and partner behind. To my surprise, people still spoke English but the police picked me up because I had a pistol in my backpack. After they determined I'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.
The next morning Mike borrowed Steve's vehicle, more spacious than his own two-seater, to drive us downtown to his office. We went to see Dr. Eddy again to arrange an appointment for John with Dr. Simmons. The doctor was immediately available, and we walked the short distance to his office in the hospital. The receptionist told us that the doctor would see us in a couple of minutes, and while we waited John asked Mike a question that also had occurred to me:
"Where does the light for the room come from? I don't see any windows, and I don't see any lamps."
"It comes from the walls. It's like the old "Indiglo" that they used to illuminate LCD watches in the dark back in the old days."
"You mean light panels are built into the walls?" I asked.
"No, not panels," Mike answered. "It's the paint. The paint glows when you pass an electric current through it." At this point Dr. Simmons opened the door and beckoned us in.
"Well, my clientele is increasing," he said with a smile. "I know why you're here," he said to John. He motioned John to the examining table and we watched as John climbed onto it and pulled up his robe.
"I like to dress commando," he said with an embarrassed smile.
"A lot of people do, including myself," replied the doctor. "Now let's look at your penis." He picked it up and examined the glans and the cuff of wrinkled skin behind it.
"I think either you weren't cut very tightly or you've been doing some skin expansion on your own," he said as he tested the elasticity of John's cuff of shaft skin. He pulled it forward and it slid smoothly over the rim of John's mushroom head.
"I'd been stretching for months," John replied. "I always hated being cut and I wanted my foreskin back in the worst way."
"Back then it wasn't popular to want your foreskin back," I contributed. "Some people even tried to say we were crazy."
"Well, you don't have to worry about that now," said Dr. Simmons. A foreskin is the norm today. Do you know that circumcision's illegal?"
"Yes, I learned that last night," John replied. "I'm glad of that. I'm even happier that you can give me my own foreskin back. It seems like a miracle to me."
"Yes we can. Now I'm going to scrape the inside of your cheek with this plastic spoon to harvest a few skin cells. That will serve as the basic material from which we'll grow you a new cloned foreskin, identical to the one you would have had if you hadn't been circumcised." Dr. Simmons inserted the blue plastic spoon into John's mouth and a few seconds later removed it, placing it in a transparent plastic bag.
"Jack said it took a couple of days to grow his," John commented.
"Yes, and it'll take about an hour to graft it on to your penis. We use general anesthesia, and it won't be painful at all. After that it's going to take a couple of days to heal completely, and you'll be able to play with your new penis all you wish."
"I've already stretched my skin to cover the rim. Will that affect anything?" John asked
"Yes it will, and perhaps to your advantage. Have you thought of how long a foreskin you'd like? We can grow one exactly like the original, or we can make it longer or shorter. If you want, we can remove the excess shaft skin for a perfect match."
"Oh, no, I want all the length I can get!" John exclaimed.
"I thought you would," the doctor chuckled. "Long foreskins seem to be the rage these days. Now would you like it snug or loose? I can use steroids to give you a little slack if you wish."
"I'd like it snug, just like Jack's. I think he's got the perfect foreskin, nice and tight, with a nipple at the end."
"I think we can manage that," the doctor replied. "Of course, your foreskin will have a slightly different shape than Jack's, because your glans is different from his. It's shorter and blunter, and your corona doesn't flare like his, although it's pretty prominent."
"That sounds perfect, Doctor. I guess you'll contact me when my new foreskin's ready, or should I call you?"
"I'll do the same thing as last time, call you at Mike's number, if that's okay with Mike." Mike nodded, and John got up from the table. We left to go back to the police office and when we got there Wallace was waiting for us.
"What's up, Frank?" Mike asked.
"I came back at 10 last night to check the locker where we'd put John's remote control unit. It's gone."
"That was fast," Mike commented. Turning to John he asked:
"Did they tell you that they'd be pulling you back that fast?"
"No, they didn't tell me anything," John said.
"What do you think's going on?" Wallace asked me.
"I don't know," I replied. "Maybe they're getting very concerned back there. Maybe they just wanted to use John to sneak a peek, and then pull him back and debrief him."
"Think they'll send anyone else?" Wallace persisted.
"I just can't tell," I said. "I don't know the way they think."
"I hope they just give up," John said fervently. "I know for sure I don't want to go back and I hope they don't find a way to drag me back."
"Did you ever hear them say they could snatch someone from the future without using the remote control?" Mike asked me and John.
"No, I'm sure I never heard anything like that," I said. "That doesn't prove they can't, but since they told me to be sure to keep the remote on me at all times, I think they need that to retrieve anyone from the future."
"All right," said Wallace. "I'm going to check with the Chief. I'll be back." We sat down in the office and awaited his return. John seemed fretful.
"I don't like this at all. What if they just keep sending people through. This might become a real problem."
"It would be a real problem for us," said Mike. I voiced my thoughts:
"I'm worried about what orders any newcomers might have. The government back in our time was pretty weird. Maybe they'll decide to send someone with orders to kill us or something. They were pretty up tight about security. I don't know for sure what was in back of the time travel project. I feel there might have been some hidden agenda." At this point Wallace came back into the room.
"I spoke with Chief Dexter about this. He's going to have surveillance cameras covering the street where you two showed up, and he wants both of you to sit in the monitoring room to watch for someone who suddenly appears, or someone you recognize."
"This is a long shot," I said. "They might insert someone at a different point. Maybe they figured the original location's dangerous somehow. Let's say if they think the street's buried under a landfill, or maybe there's a big crater underneath."
"Yes, we know it's a long shot, but we'll have it covered some other ways. Since you two arrived, we've worked up a profile for future time travelers. They'll probably be dressed like you, and carry back packs. Also, your haircuts are subtly different from the one we wear today. Close, but different. We'll alert all hotels and restaurants to watch for anyone that fits this profile."
"There might be something else you can look for," I suggested. "Back in our time there were microwave scanners being developed for police and security officers. These could penetrate clothing to search for weapons. One major problem was that they let the officer see the person as if he had no clothes on. That was a privacy issue that kept these things from being generally adopted. Now if you've got anything like that today, you could use it to scan people on the street to see if they're circumcised. You said nobody's circumcised today."
"Nobody, except for religious fundamentalists and terrorists," said Wallace. "We do have these at airports, to scan people coming in from other countries, and yes, we check if they're circumcised. That's routine."
"Well, that's the solution, then," exclaimed John, who suddenly seemed much happier.
"What if they send a female?" asked Mike. Nobody had an answer to that, and we sat in silent contemplation for many minutes.
"Look, we're not going to do any good sitting around," said Wallace. "I'm going to get the surveillance cameras set up with their feeds coming into one observation room. The Chief and I calculated that with remote cameras we can cover a lot more ground that having you guys standing out on the street all day. Between the two of you, I think you can cover at least a dozen cameras apiece, and that's going to let us cover several streets. Now take the rest of the day off, and come in tomorrow at eight. I'll have at least two or three cameras set up by then and a room assigned for you to monitor them." We left with mixed feelings, happy not to have to worry about the problem for the rest of the day, and anxious about what tomorrow might bring.
Once inside Steve and Mike's home, we undressed. John and I had easily adapted to their casual nudity, as we practiced it when we'd been alone together in that far-off time. Steve wasn't home yet, and we sat on the couch to watch the TV news. John sat between Mike and me. The TV set was a wafer-thin panel measuring about three feet by four set against a wall. Our thighs touched as we sat side by side, providing a feeling of comfort that we all craved.
John and I saw that the quality of TV news had improved in 200 years. There was no longer the "talking head;" Instead, the narration was off-camera, and the content was mainly political and economic news, not the mind-numbing parade of shootings, stabbings, and celebrity scandals.
"I guess the educational level of the people has improved over the years," I surmised.
"Yeah, it has," said Mike. "Today everybody goes to college. Even basic schools have improved. They're serious about kids learning something now. Parents are more concerned too. Not anyone can have a kid. The birth rate's strictly controlled and you have to score a certain point on an IQ test to get a government permit to have a child. That means better parents, and the government helps out by having every licensed parent attend parenting classes."
"Are there any unauthorized births?" John asked.
"Yes, but very few," answered Mike. "Unauthorized kids are not a problem. We manage to absorb them into the system. When they go through the educational system, they can have kids of their own if they score high enough."
"How do you keep the birth rate down?" I asked.
"That's not a problem either. Back in what we call the bad old days, having kids was a prestige thing among certain cultures. Some people considered a man who had a dozen kids to be really virile. Others had many kids because their religions prohibited birth control. We've outgrown that today. Not that many people want kids any more."
"Then you don't have much of a problem with unwanted children," John concluded.
"That's right, and it's a healthy thing too. Today, almost every kid knows that he was wanted, not just born by accident."
"That's much better," John said. "I knew a few guys who knew that they'd been born because their mother spread her legs for some guy she met in a bar."
"You don't seem to have much crime," I commented. "At least, they don't show it on TV."
"Oh, we still have crime, but it's rarely violent crime. Human nature doesn't change much, but people are smarter. They know that they can steal more by economic crime than by sticking up a store or mugging an old lady. The penalties for property crimes are less, too, and they don't face as much of a risk."
"Do you still have capital punishment?" asked John.
"No, that was abolished long ago. We don't need it. Hardly anyone gets murdered today. That's why we don't bother with gun control laws either. Any adult can buy a gun. If he wants to carry it concealed, he applies for a permit. That's all."
The physical contact was getting us all aroused, and we snuggled closer to each other. My arm was around John's shoulder, and John was fingering Mike's prick, working the foreskin slowly up and down the mushroom shaped head. I felt my penis swelling as I watched the action. Then Steve came in.
"Hey, you started without me!" he shouted. "You that horny?" he laughed.
"There's room for you on the couch," Mike said. "Come sit on my lap."
"No, I don't want to cramp John's style. He seems to be having a good time playing with your cock."
"Anyway, you've got to prepare dinner," Mike said.
"Does he do all the cooking?" I asked.
"Most of it," Mike answered. "I can cook too, but Steve loves to cook, and I love eating his cooking." As he spoke we saw Steve throw off his robe and put on his apron. He then announced to us:
"Okay, guys, here's tonight's menu: Spare ribs, baked beans, salad, and fresh sourdough bread." This sounded very good to me, and I asked:
"Is this all real, or is any of it vegetarian or synthetic?"
"Well, the salad is vegetarian. The ribs are pork." We trooped into the kitchen after Mike, who went to fix us all drinks.
"How long do you guys want us to stay with you?" he asked. "I feel a little uncomfortable, mooching food off you." I'd been wondering the same thing.
"As long as you like, said Steve. Mike nodded assent. "Don't worry about mooching. We both earn much more than we need, and we love to share. Anyway, we've never met anyone like you two." He went over to John and hugged him, and John kissed him on the mouth. Mike hugged me, pressing his lips against mine.
"We don't want you to leave unless you really want to," he murmured into my ear. "This place is really big enough for all of us. Of course, if you two want your own bedroom, we have a couple of spare rooms. One of them's set up as a guest room." He let go of me to finish fixing the drinks, and we sat around the kitchen table while we filled Steve in on the day's happenings.
"Fascinating," Steve commented after we'd finished. "I just hope they don't succeed in taking you back in time. I know we'd miss you very much. After all, you two are the only circumcised guys we've ever met."
"Jack isn't circumcised," Mike reminded him.
"Oh, shit, my short-term memory is going," Steve laughed. He then got up to begin preparing the food.
"I haven't seen anybody with glasses," John said.
"Glasses?" mused Mike. "Oh, you mean eyeglasses. Nobody needs them. If anybody's vision needs correcting the can clone new lenses and the surgery to install them takes ten minutes." Steve was busy at the stove but turned and said:
"Today we all look younger than people did in your time. How old would you say I am? He appeared to be about my age, or John's.
"In your thirties?" I proposed.
"I'm twice that old. So is Mike. Surprised?" I was.
"Modern medicine keeps us looking young. The average lifespan today is about 150 years," said Mike. John and I were both astonished, although it seemed very logical.
"Okay, ready to eat?" asked Steve as he set the table and brought over plates of food. We dug in with gusto, enjoying his splendid cooking. There wasn't much conversation as we ate. Afterward, we followed Steve and Mike into the bedroom.
"Ever do Princeton?" John asked them.
"What's that?" asked Mike. John explained what it was and Steve asked:
"Why is it called Princeton? Did they name it after the guy who invented it?"
"No, it's named after Princeton University. Supposedly college kids did it to each other when they couldn't find a girl for sex," I explained. "Want to try it?" Both Mike and Steve nodded enthusiastically, and I fished two condoms out of my pocket.
"It helps to use condoms," John told them. "They prevent hair burns and catch the cream. That way we'll avoid messing up the bed." He snuggled up close to Steve and began pulling on the end of his foreskin, causing Steve's prick to swell quickly, while I stroked Mike's shorter foreskin, drawing it all the way back and bumping his rim with it.
"Do you have any lube?" John asked. Steve took a plastic bottle from the bedside table and handed it to John, who squirted a few drops inside a condom and then drew Steve's foreskin all the way back to form a thick fleshy collar around the neck of his prick. He unrolled the condom over Steve's big helmet, pulling it hard to get it over the rim and the roll of foreskin behind the head. Then he unrolled it down to the base of the shaft and turned onto his left side.
"Here, slip it between my thighs," he said as he lifted his right leg. Steve got into position and inserted his prick between John's thighs.
"How do you want me to stroke you?" Steve asked. "Dry, pulling the loose skin over your rim, or do you want me to lube your cock?"
"I like it better lubed," John replied, and Steve applied some lubricant to John's prick and began to massage it in as he started thrusting.
"I'd like to watch them for awhile before we start," Mike said to me as he moved closer and began caressing my prick, moving the foreskin in long strokes. I continued to bump his rim with his hood.
"Like that?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, just go slowly so you don't make me come too soon." We continued to stroke each other's pricks as we watched Steve and John pleasuring each other.
"My cock's pretty sensitive," Steve said. "I'll probably come before you do." He picked up the pace on John's prick while continuing to thrust at about the same rhythm. It was obvious that they were extremely turned onto each other.
I felt Mike's other arm around my shoulders as he worked my cock-hood up and down. It was impossible to avoid being aroused by our closeness and mutual stroking.
Steve's face was turning red and he began breathing heavily. John, too, was obviously very aroused from the pumping of Steve's hand on his well-lubricated prick, and I hoped that they would have simultaneous orgasms. I felt my glans hardening as Mike continued to work my foreskin, although he was going very slowly. Mike's glans glistened in the soft room light, and I knew he was very aroused as well.
Although Mike was using only two fingers, the sensations were intense. The combination of the new foreskin and the cream the doctor had given me to use on my glans had produced a lot of sensitivity I never had before. I felt the slightest friction in my helmet, and as Mike moved my foreskin up and down my glans, I felt the nerve endings inside my new hood stretching deliciously. Mike must have been aware of this, for he was very careful in stimulating me, to avoid making me come too quickly.
Steve was thrusting hard now, unable to hold back, and we heard him begin to grunt in his excitement. His fist flew over John's hot hard prick, and now we saw John close his eyes as he withdrew into himself. John's scrotum was drawn up tightly against his body, as was Steve's. Both Steve and John were grunting and I knew that orgasm was not far off. Mike suddenly pulled away from me to get a towel from the bathroom, and by the time he got back, John's glans was dark purple, oozing lubricant copiously, and I knew he was on the edge.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" we heard Steve grunt as his hips thrust in the frenzy of orgasm. A second later, John's grunts matched Steve's in loudness and tempo as the first stream of juice shot from the end of his dark throbbing glans into the towel that Mike was holding in front of him. Their bodies strained against each other in the mindless struggle of orgasm as they pumped their fluids wildly amid their cries of joyful agony.
Steve's body gave half a dozen more thrusts and then he was still, his fist still twisting over John's swollen mushroom head. White cream oozed from John's distended orifice, adding to the puddle on the towel, until he was still. I turned to Mike:
"Okay, which position you want?"
"I'd like to go between your legs," he said. "I'll stroke your new foreskin. I know you really enjoy that, since it's a novelty to you." I lubed the inside of the condom. Then I pulled his foreskin all the way back to bare his swollen mushroom and unrolled the condom down his shaft. Now I lay on my left side on the other side of the bed from Steve and John, and lifted my right thigh, feeling him ease in behind me as he slipped his hard prick between my thighs. Now he put the towel in front of me. As I lowered my thigh I felt his warm fingers close around my stiff prick, gently working the long foreskin over my swollen helmet in long strokes. My penis had become so sensitive since my new hood had been grafted on that I was rapidly approaching the edge.
I felt his big mushroom tip nudge my tight scrotum each time he thrust forward. He went slowly at first, aware of how excited he was and trying to make it last, and I was a bit concerned he'd make me come first because I felt my hot swollen glans going into its final swelling and a tickling feeling begin on its entire surface. Now I reached down between my thighs and pressed a fingertip into the underside of his swollen mushroom, feeling its hardness as I probed the hot spot under the head.
"Oh, I can't hold out any longer," he grunted as my fingertip pressed his nerve endings through the thin latex. I felt him pump my foreskin frantically as he began thrusting into me, caught up in the hot frenzy of anticipation. His quick strokes made my rim tingle, and the tingling quickly spread to my entire helmet as I began grunting with excitement.
"HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" he grunted as his stomach slapped hard against my buttocks and I felt the first hot throb of orgasm in his mushroom tip. I knew he was coming, and this triggered my storm. The hot tingle in my glans exploded, and my eyes closed as I felt the first burst of hot liquid rushing up my tube. I felt the torrent of cream distend my orifice as it slammed through, and I cried out helplessly at the intense feeling. Mike thrust again, his hot tip hitting my scrotum as he shot again, followed by another discharge as I unloaded my cream. Mike was whipping my foreskin back and forth along my hot throbbing glans to draw another stream from me as he withdrew and thrust again.
His straining prick plunged hard between my thighs as we both shot again, simultaneously. Suddenly he stopped thrusting and stroking because his tip had become super-sensitive, as mine had, and we whimpered as we released our last discharges. Mike continued to hug me hard as we lay together, sweating and tingling, feeling the steady ooze of cream drooling from our hot swollen tips.
When I opened my eyes some time later I saw both Steve and John looking at us. I was recovering from my daze and I felt Mike stir behind me.
"That was hot," John said.
"It looked so intense," Steve added. "Your cock's so much more sensitive now that you've got your foreskin back. I could see that right away."
"In a few days John will also have his new foreskin," I remarked. "He'll feel how nice it is."
"I'm really looking forward to that," John said. "We saw how it worked for you, and now I want to feel a foreskin on my cock."
"It's hard to describe just how nice the increased sensitivity feels," I told John. "You'll have to find out for yourself."
"Yeah, Jack, you're experiencing for the first time what Steve and I have always taken for granted." Mike hugged me tightly as he said this.
Next day John and Mike and I reported to the new surveillance center that Wallace and Chief Dexter had set up in a disused conference room. The walls opposite the long table was covered with wafer-thin TV monitors, only a few of which were working. Two of them showed the street where I'd first appeared, from two different directions. Others portrayed adjacent streets, so that we would be able to follow a new time traveler if he appeared. We spent the entire day looking for someone we recognized, or who appeared to be out of place, alternating lunch breaks, but we had no results.
The following day we found more screens working, showing additional streets and the arrivals hall at New York's International Airport, and we watched them carefully as we had the day before. When five o'clock came, we'd had no results, and again we went home.
There was a message for John the following morning, asking him to come to the hospital to have his newly cloned foreskin attached. Mike and I planned to accompany him for moral support.
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We reported to the hospital and the receptionist directed us down the hall to the preparation room, where John stripped off his robe. The male nurse assistant to Dr. Simmons ushered him into the bathroom to take a shower while we waited. Dr. Simmons came in just as John returned from his shower.
"Can we go with him into the operating room?" I asked.
"No, that would impair the sterility of the operating room," the nursing assistant declared.
"Yes, he's right," Dr. Simmons said. "However, you can stay with him here while we give him the anesthesia. Once he's under, we'll wheel him into the operating room and we'll bring him back out before he wakes up." The nursing assistant brought in a gurney and helped John onto it.
"We won't use sutures as in the old days," Dr. Simmons told John. "We use `Biobond,' which is a tissue glue that actually becomes part of the tissues it's attaching. This is why you won't have any scars and you'll be healed in about 24 hours."
"That sounds great," he said.
"I don't think local anesthesia would be right for this because I'd have to inject anesthetic all around the base of your penis and that would require several needle punctures that would leave it swollen and blue," continued the doctor. "I'm going to put you under general anesthesia, but not with drugs." The nurse applied an adhesive pad to each of John's temples as the doctor spoke. "This is electrical anesthesia, very gentle, very effective, and it leaves you with no hangover or after-effects. A high-frequency current just puts you to sleep and when I turn it off you'll wake up right away." "We're going to have you on oxygen too, as a precaution," he continued as the nurse put a mask over John's nose and mouth. The doctor flipped a switch on the electrical anesthesia unit and John's eyes closed. They wheeled John into the operating room and left Mike and me to wait. Over an hour later they brought john back in and the doctor turned off the anesthesia machine. John awoke immediately, without any grogginess or disorientation, and asked:
"Is it over? How did it go?"
"It's all over and it went perfectly," the doctor replied. "Want to look at it?" We clustered around and saw John's penis wrapped in a transparent bandage, a thick bulge where skin now covered the mushroom tip. The end of his new foreskin formed a nipple beyond his glans.
"I don't feel any pain," he said.
"You should not feel any pain at all. Jack didn't feel any pain at all, either."
"Well, that's a lot better than when I was circumcised as a baby. Doctors didn't use any anesthesia when they circumcised babies back then."
"You're right," I added. "You saw how easy it was for me. You'll heal quickly and be back in action in a couple of days."
"The bandage can come off in a few hours," Doctor Simmons continued. "Meanwhile, don't move or stretch your new foreskin in any way. If you have to urinate just let go through your hood and don't try to skin back. Then just blot any residue with some toilet paper. Jack can help you if you need any help. After all, his was done just last week."
"I still have a lot of that retinoic acid cream," I volunteered. "Is it okay for John to use some of mine?"
"Oh, yes, of course," the doctor answered. "You can show him how to use it."
"Can he go now?" I asked the doctor.
"Yes, you can take him home," he replied. John put on his robe and we went back to the surveillance room.
"I don't think you'll need any bed rest," I advised him as we sat on one side of the table to watch the screens on the opposite wall. "After my surgery I felt good enough to go on stake-out with Mike for the rest of the day." We continued to watch the screens, but saw nothing familiar or suspicious. A couple of hours later, John said he had to pee.
"Go with him, Jack," Mike said. "I'll stay here to watch the screens." We went to the bathroom down the hall and John lifted his robe and stood at the urinal.
"Remember, don't even try to skin it back," I cautioned. "Just pee through your hood and wipe the end afterward." John's stream splattered out of his foreskin nozzle and he stood closer to ensure that it all went into the urinal. When he'd finished I handed him a wad of toilet paper and he began to dab at the dripping orifice of his new hood.
"You can squeeze it a little, but don't stretch the skin. Tonight you can take the bandage off." John gently squeezed his penis and followed up by milking the last drops from his urethra, catching the drips with the toilet paper. Finally, he was satisfied that he'd caught it all and let down his robe.
"That felt strange," he said. "When I started to pee I felt the hot liquid going all around my glans. I'd never felt anything like that before."
"That's just one of the things you'll find during the next couple of days. Wait until you skin it back in a couple of days. That feeling when you stretch the foreskin back over your big head will be awesome. Feeling that skin stretch, with all its nerve endings, is a real turn-on."
"I can hardly believe it," he commented. "I've got a new foreskin, the real thing, and I can hardly see any scars. My cock looks bulkier, too, with that new hood."
"Oh, yes, yours is healing fast," I said. "Mine did too, you saw. I like the extra bulk. Mine has a nice thick foreskin, and that makes it bulkier." We went back to the surveillance room, where more screens were now active.
"Damn! I'm getting weary," Mike said to nobody in particular. "Can you take over for a couple of minutes while I just close my eyes?" He leaned back in his chair and John and I studied the screens carefully, watching people walking past the cameras but not recognizing anyone. After a few minutes Wallace came into the room.
"Aha! Caught you sleeping on the job!" he said jokingly to Mike. "I've got some news for you," he went on. "The Chief assigned a couple of new investigators to the case. They'll be here in a few minutes. When they arrive, you brief them on what or who to look for, and they'll work the night shift. We want 24-hour surveillance, and you guys need some rest at night." With a wave, he turned and left.
"That's good," Mike commented. "I was wondering if they were going to set up a 24-hour detail." A few minutes later two men entered the room, dressed in jumpsuits as Mike and I were. Neither carried a gun, and I asked about this.
"They're not going to need guns in here," Mike said. "Most cops today don't carry guns, except when there's something exceptional happening. Wallace and I put on our guns when we responded to the call about you because you had a gun, and we didn't know what to expect. By the way, this is Jerry Allen," he said, pointing to the tall blond man, "and this is Marty Stroh," pointing to the other one. "John and Jack, here." We stood up and shook hands with the newcomers, and then we sat down to brief them on our search. By this time it was almost five and we got ready to leave.
At home, we stripped down again while Mike fixed our drinks, and I retrieved my tube of cream from the bedroom. Mike and Steve watched as I instructed John on its use:
"Here, just let me squirt a little bit inside your new foreskin," I said as I carefully grasped his penis, holding the nipple of his foreskin against the tube. I squeezed gently and began massaging the foreskin over his glans to spread the cream.
"Will that really make my tip more sensitive?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, it did mine. Since you were circumcised, the mucus membrane on your glans thickened to become more like skin," I explained. "That's called keratinization, and that's what dulled the sensitivity of your glans. As long as it was exposed and dry, there wasn't much possible to improve it. Now, with a foreskin to keep your tip permanently covered, we can peel off that dead layer of cells, and the nerve endings will be closer to the surface."
End of Part 3