MyJockStrap
06-04-2005, 07:03 AM
George
I first saw George Page's tight fore-skinned cock less than an hour after entering his apartment. I stared in fascination, noting how the thin, almost translucent skin covered his head snugly, tapering to a small pucker half an inch beyond the glans.
"That's nice," I splurted out, "I wish I had one like that."
"It's coming off next week," he replied. "I already made the appointment with the doctor."
I was puzzled and horrified, as I'd always resented losing my foreskin without my consent shortly after I was born. I couldn't understand why George would do it. He'd called me two hours earlier that morning to repair his word processor. When I'd gotten there, I saw that the problem was easy to fix-the circuit board had blown a diode. In no time the machine was working perfectly again. I got up, moving next to a Greek statue in George's office. He had them all over the apartment, and I guessed that he was gay.
When I saw him looking at me, I ran my finger over the statue's tapering penis, an unsubtle hint about my tastes. George looked at me invitingly with his green eyes. He was slightly shorter than my six feet, and slightly slimmer. We seemed to be about the same age, mid-twenties. He looked directly into my soft brown eyes, and dropped his eyes to the crotch of my baggy pants. "Would you like a beer?" he said.
I nodded "yes" and followed him into the kitchen, where he got out two Buds. We stood there for a minute, and then he walked slowly into the bedroom. I followed, feeling that he'd want me to. He slipped out of his shirt and slacks, showing me he wore nothing underneath. I peeled my clothes off, knowing he'd welcome it. He stared at my nakedness for a minute and I felt my cock start to swell.
"Why do you want to get circumcised?: I went on after he'd shocked me with the news.
"Look at it," he said, walking closer, holding his cock in his hand. "The skin's too tight. It's always been that way. I finally decided that I was tired of it.:
I picked up his dick with two fingers and tested the foreskin. It slipped back off his pointy tip for a quarter inch, the tight ring of the orifice compressing the glans, then resisted any furthur effort. I didn't want to hurt him, so I stopped. "Doesn't it loosen up during sex?"
"Mine doesn't. It hurts when I try to make it come off the head.
"I feel hot and sticky," George said, "want to take a shower?"
"Okay." I followed him into the bathroom. In the shower, the first thing he did was to force the skin back off the head. His face strained in discomfort. "I've got to clean it when it's soft," he said. "I can never get the skin back on when I've got a hard-on.
When we'd dried off, we sat together on the bed. George started fingering his cock, stroking the skin forward. "This is what I'll miss the most," he said wistfully. "I like the slippery feeling when I beat off.
"Why not leave it the way it is, then?"
"Because I want to feel the contact on the ridge of my cock when I'm inside a guy," he replied. "Also, some guys tell me the skin turns them off. They'd like to see the head of my dick." His face flushed. "I'd like to have my cock-head grow out like yours, instead of staying small inside this tight tube."
I noticed that our hard-ons were about the same size. The tip of his was wet. His had veins that stood out on the right side because the skin was so tight. He was playing with himself as he spoke. I asked "do you always stroke it forward that way?"
"I have to, it won't stretch."
"Let me do it for you. Lie back and relax." George reclined on the bed and I leaned over to clasp his rigid cock. I saw immediately the effect my touch had on him-his legs stiffened, his toes curled. I worked the foreskin faster, following his earlier pattern. He was very hot, and I guessed he hadn't come in about a week. The flow of pre-cum from under his foreskin oozed out of the tight pucker at the end, coating my fingers. Uncut guys usually juice a lot, and I was counting on the lubrication for what I had in mind.
"I don't know about other guys, but your skin turns me on," I said. I leaned over and placed my tongue into the narrow opening in his foreskin, probing under it, lapping at the hot head. His body stiffened at the contact, and I felt the responsive throbs of his head on my tongue as I worked it under his tight foreskin. His hot pre-cum taseted salty and felt slippery. He had plenty for my purpose. I wanted to work him by hand, so I removed my mouth and resumed stroking.
As his excitement mounted, he started to moan softly and rotating his hips. I stroked faster, wanting to try something I'd learned from Phillipe, a man I knew in Europe. An older friend had loosened his tight foreskin for him when he was nineteen, and Phillippe had described to me how he'd done it.
As I worked on his foreskin, I saw George's hips thighs spread, giving me a full view of his tight ball-sack. His breathing deepened, then broke into gasps as he neared his peak. His arms were straight out now, and I felt the ridge of his cock-head harden under my fingers as I stroked his thin skin over it. This swelling told me that he was almost there, and worked faster to bring him over the brink.
His hard cock throbbed in my hand as a jet of white fluid came out of the pucker in the his tight foreskin. He was now totally out of control in his orgasmic frenzy, and this gave me the opportunity to try Phillipe's idea.
Instead of stroking his foreskin forward, I wrenched it all the way back, giving birth to his reddened cock-head, throbbing with excitement. The tight ridge compressed his glans like a knife-edge as it slid back, sharpening his sensations and causing him to cry out helplessly. His tip now lay exposed in all its glory, the long slit at the end dilating as the next jet of creamy white cum spurted out. If there was any pain, it didn't register with George, caught up as he was in the fury of his climax. If anything, my action made his orgasm more intense, as the sudden shock of the cool air hit his hot tip for the first time. I tried to imagine how it must have felt for him, and the thought made my cock throb in response.
George struggled as the fury of his orgasm wracked his body. I saw his head move from side to side, his back arch, and his hips thrust his hot, swollen cock deeply into my clutching fingers. I lost my grip on the slippery cock, and my rough palm came into direct contact with his tender cock-head, a new sensation which augmented his mindless pleasure. He was lost in animal passion, shooting his sticky fluid all over himself and me as his climax roared on. His exposed cock-head was as big as mine, with a fat rim that I would have envied if mine had not been the same. His foreskin was stretched tightly back along his shaft, completely exposing his sensitive rim to my encircling fingers. Using his cum for lubrication, I worked my hand over his beautifully contoured tip, carressing every millimeter of its surface, making him feel every movement.
My cock was rock-hard as I watched George's response to my stroking. Although he wasn't even touching me, I almost came along with him. I felt the seepage of my pre-cum working its way up my dick and out the tip.
George was amazed. "Shit! What did you do?," he panted.
I eplained the technique as he watched his dick soften. He reached down and slowly pulled his foreskin forward, once more covering his sensitive tip. It slid easily now, and George uncovered his cock-head again, enjoying the new freedom. He looked up at me and smiled.
He glanced down between my legs and saw I was still birck-hard. "I want to make you come. I want you to lie back and enjoy it. I want to watch you have the best climax of your life. I know a few tricks, too."
His fingers roamed to that fuzzy sensitive spot under balls. When he touched me, I felt a spark go through me. As he slipped a finger in my ass, his hand worked over my shafted, bumping over the rim, and slipping over the head to the tip. My cock had swollen to the last stage before the explosion and I felt the tingling I always feel when I was about to come. I was losing control.
The heat in my cock was almost unbearable, and when his finger bumped into my prostate, I exploded. A burning jet shot out of my tip as George was lowering his head to catch my load. The first shot flew into his face and hair. He caught the rest in his mouth. Another fiery spasm wracked me, the come shooting into his waiting mouth. I felt his teeth come down gently on my rim, scraping it and lidging in the groove behind. This set off another spasm. Three more jets, then one smaller one, and I was starting to come back to the planet. He was right-I'd never come like that before.
That was two years ago. He still loves playing with his now-loose foreskin. And he still makes me come like no other ever has...
I first saw George Page's tight fore-skinned cock less than an hour after entering his apartment. I stared in fascination, noting how the thin, almost translucent skin covered his head snugly, tapering to a small pucker half an inch beyond the glans.
"That's nice," I splurted out, "I wish I had one like that."
"It's coming off next week," he replied. "I already made the appointment with the doctor."
I was puzzled and horrified, as I'd always resented losing my foreskin without my consent shortly after I was born. I couldn't understand why George would do it. He'd called me two hours earlier that morning to repair his word processor. When I'd gotten there, I saw that the problem was easy to fix-the circuit board had blown a diode. In no time the machine was working perfectly again. I got up, moving next to a Greek statue in George's office. He had them all over the apartment, and I guessed that he was gay.
When I saw him looking at me, I ran my finger over the statue's tapering penis, an unsubtle hint about my tastes. George looked at me invitingly with his green eyes. He was slightly shorter than my six feet, and slightly slimmer. We seemed to be about the same age, mid-twenties. He looked directly into my soft brown eyes, and dropped his eyes to the crotch of my baggy pants. "Would you like a beer?" he said.
I nodded "yes" and followed him into the kitchen, where he got out two Buds. We stood there for a minute, and then he walked slowly into the bedroom. I followed, feeling that he'd want me to. He slipped out of his shirt and slacks, showing me he wore nothing underneath. I peeled my clothes off, knowing he'd welcome it. He stared at my nakedness for a minute and I felt my cock start to swell.
"Why do you want to get circumcised?: I went on after he'd shocked me with the news.
"Look at it," he said, walking closer, holding his cock in his hand. "The skin's too tight. It's always been that way. I finally decided that I was tired of it.:
I picked up his dick with two fingers and tested the foreskin. It slipped back off his pointy tip for a quarter inch, the tight ring of the orifice compressing the glans, then resisted any furthur effort. I didn't want to hurt him, so I stopped. "Doesn't it loosen up during sex?"
"Mine doesn't. It hurts when I try to make it come off the head.
"I feel hot and sticky," George said, "want to take a shower?"
"Okay." I followed him into the bathroom. In the shower, the first thing he did was to force the skin back off the head. His face strained in discomfort. "I've got to clean it when it's soft," he said. "I can never get the skin back on when I've got a hard-on.
When we'd dried off, we sat together on the bed. George started fingering his cock, stroking the skin forward. "This is what I'll miss the most," he said wistfully. "I like the slippery feeling when I beat off.
"Why not leave it the way it is, then?"
"Because I want to feel the contact on the ridge of my cock when I'm inside a guy," he replied. "Also, some guys tell me the skin turns them off. They'd like to see the head of my dick." His face flushed. "I'd like to have my cock-head grow out like yours, instead of staying small inside this tight tube."
I noticed that our hard-ons were about the same size. The tip of his was wet. His had veins that stood out on the right side because the skin was so tight. He was playing with himself as he spoke. I asked "do you always stroke it forward that way?"
"I have to, it won't stretch."
"Let me do it for you. Lie back and relax." George reclined on the bed and I leaned over to clasp his rigid cock. I saw immediately the effect my touch had on him-his legs stiffened, his toes curled. I worked the foreskin faster, following his earlier pattern. He was very hot, and I guessed he hadn't come in about a week. The flow of pre-cum from under his foreskin oozed out of the tight pucker at the end, coating my fingers. Uncut guys usually juice a lot, and I was counting on the lubrication for what I had in mind.
"I don't know about other guys, but your skin turns me on," I said. I leaned over and placed my tongue into the narrow opening in his foreskin, probing under it, lapping at the hot head. His body stiffened at the contact, and I felt the responsive throbs of his head on my tongue as I worked it under his tight foreskin. His hot pre-cum taseted salty and felt slippery. He had plenty for my purpose. I wanted to work him by hand, so I removed my mouth and resumed stroking.
As his excitement mounted, he started to moan softly and rotating his hips. I stroked faster, wanting to try something I'd learned from Phillipe, a man I knew in Europe. An older friend had loosened his tight foreskin for him when he was nineteen, and Phillippe had described to me how he'd done it.
As I worked on his foreskin, I saw George's hips thighs spread, giving me a full view of his tight ball-sack. His breathing deepened, then broke into gasps as he neared his peak. His arms were straight out now, and I felt the ridge of his cock-head harden under my fingers as I stroked his thin skin over it. This swelling told me that he was almost there, and worked faster to bring him over the brink.
His hard cock throbbed in my hand as a jet of white fluid came out of the pucker in the his tight foreskin. He was now totally out of control in his orgasmic frenzy, and this gave me the opportunity to try Phillipe's idea.
Instead of stroking his foreskin forward, I wrenched it all the way back, giving birth to his reddened cock-head, throbbing with excitement. The tight ridge compressed his glans like a knife-edge as it slid back, sharpening his sensations and causing him to cry out helplessly. His tip now lay exposed in all its glory, the long slit at the end dilating as the next jet of creamy white cum spurted out. If there was any pain, it didn't register with George, caught up as he was in the fury of his climax. If anything, my action made his orgasm more intense, as the sudden shock of the cool air hit his hot tip for the first time. I tried to imagine how it must have felt for him, and the thought made my cock throb in response.
George struggled as the fury of his orgasm wracked his body. I saw his head move from side to side, his back arch, and his hips thrust his hot, swollen cock deeply into my clutching fingers. I lost my grip on the slippery cock, and my rough palm came into direct contact with his tender cock-head, a new sensation which augmented his mindless pleasure. He was lost in animal passion, shooting his sticky fluid all over himself and me as his climax roared on. His exposed cock-head was as big as mine, with a fat rim that I would have envied if mine had not been the same. His foreskin was stretched tightly back along his shaft, completely exposing his sensitive rim to my encircling fingers. Using his cum for lubrication, I worked my hand over his beautifully contoured tip, carressing every millimeter of its surface, making him feel every movement.
My cock was rock-hard as I watched George's response to my stroking. Although he wasn't even touching me, I almost came along with him. I felt the seepage of my pre-cum working its way up my dick and out the tip.
George was amazed. "Shit! What did you do?," he panted.
I eplained the technique as he watched his dick soften. He reached down and slowly pulled his foreskin forward, once more covering his sensitive tip. It slid easily now, and George uncovered his cock-head again, enjoying the new freedom. He looked up at me and smiled.
He glanced down between my legs and saw I was still birck-hard. "I want to make you come. I want you to lie back and enjoy it. I want to watch you have the best climax of your life. I know a few tricks, too."
His fingers roamed to that fuzzy sensitive spot under balls. When he touched me, I felt a spark go through me. As he slipped a finger in my ass, his hand worked over my shafted, bumping over the rim, and slipping over the head to the tip. My cock had swollen to the last stage before the explosion and I felt the tingling I always feel when I was about to come. I was losing control.
The heat in my cock was almost unbearable, and when his finger bumped into my prostate, I exploded. A burning jet shot out of my tip as George was lowering his head to catch my load. The first shot flew into his face and hair. He caught the rest in his mouth. Another fiery spasm wracked me, the come shooting into his waiting mouth. I felt his teeth come down gently on my rim, scraping it and lidging in the groove behind. This set off another spasm. Three more jets, then one smaller one, and I was starting to come back to the planet. He was right-I'd never come like that before.
That was two years ago. He still loves playing with his now-loose foreskin. And he still makes me come like no other ever has...