Date: 17 Sep 2001 20:16:30 -0700
From: Dave <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: My Tight Foreskin (Gay Male / Adult Youth m/M)

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                        My Tight Foreskin
                               By
                              Dave


	Summers in the suburbs of Birmingham, the west
Midlands of England was nice for a young boy.  We lived in red
brick detached home.  There was a 16-acre park at the end of the
block.  A great place for a randy boy to find fun (But that is
another story).  My mother had me right after World War II.
She came from a family that had some money.  Not that much
but enough for her to live comfortably if she lived within her
income.

	I never thought much about there being no man in her life.
It was just never a topic of conversation.  I found out much later
that she had a friend get her pregnant because she wanted a girl.
To her surprise I was born.  Apparently the experience
prohibited her from trying a second time to have a girl.

	We lived far enough from the rest of the family that we
didn't have to visit them much.  Mom had a small circle of
women friends.  I was taken to garden parties where they talked
about gardening and home decorations all the time.  I was board
stiff all the time.  If there were other children we couldn't get
away fast enough to find some dirt to play in.

	In 1949 when I was about four years old I remember that I
was playing in the kitchen one day when my mother came in and
took me by the hand and led me into the sitting-room.  There
was a man there that I learned was our family doctor.

	She sat down in the easy chair and had me stand in front
of her.  I can remember vividly what I was wearing that day.  I
had on a yellow on white banded T-shirt, little blue short-legged
trousers with an elastic waistband.  I had on brief underpants, the
kind with the flap in front to pull the Willie out to pee.  Of
course every boy just pulls it out of the leg.  I had on brown
high-top shoes with sox that fell around the top of them and the
heel of the sox kept gathering in the shoe until back of the bare
heel was rubbing against the shoes.

	Mom pulled my pants down around my ankles then she
pulled my nickers down and took both of them off over my
shoes.  She picked me up and sat me on her lap.  She pulled my
shirt up and over my head.  I was siting there in just my shoes
and sox.  She spread my legs wide.

	The doctor knelt in front of me and took my little Willie
in his hand.  He pulled the skin on my Willie back with his
thumb and fingers.  My gland immediately went hard and stood
up.  When the foreskin started sliding back the skin was dry and
the skin stuck to the head of gland.  The opening of the foreskin
was tight and it would only go back so far.  Most of the head
was not exposed.  He took a clinical thermometer out of his
pocket and slid it between the foreskin and the head of the gland.
It hurt a little and I lost my erection.  He pulled the skin back to
expose the entire head.  The skin was so tight that it looked like I
had a rubber band around the meat just behind the head.  I was
in pain and the head of my Willie was truing purple.

	He did put some sort of lubricant on the head and pull the
skin back and forth a few times and told me to do that twice a
day and wash the head to keep it clean.  I was crying and when
Mom let me slide off her lap, I ran to the bathroom and closed
the door in hopes of not letting him hurt me anymore.

	After that day I did pull the skin back two times a day and
washed it very carefully.  I took pains to put my fingers inside
the skin and pull it apart until it hurt.  I was too young to have a
wet climax though.  These nocturnal activities were
accompanied by fantasies of my mother in her nickers or nude.

	I would often peek into her bedroom as she was changing
clothes.  I saw her many times bent over with the suspenders
from her pink corset dangling.  Her silk nickers with the worn
elastic around her legs exposed dark pubic hair.  The large
globes of her bottom on full display.  Seeing her fed my
fantasies for my nightly activities.

	As much as Mom loved me, she seemed to always be
concerned about my tight foreskin as a child and when it was
time for me to bath she would tell me to pull my skin back or I
would not have to be circumcised.  The thought of having to
have an operation to cut skin off my Willie filled me absolute
horror!

	When I was about nine years old in the year 1954, Mom
 became a friend with a woman named Joan.  I was encouraged to
call Aunt Joan.  She was about the same age as mom but she was
slimmer and darker.  She liked to keep her hair pulled back into
a bun on the back of her head.  She lived a few blocks away
from us with her brother Tom.  He was a retired schoolmaster of
a private boy's boarding school.  I was also encouraged to call
him Uncle Tom.

	They lived just a few blocks away in a row house.  They
were red brick strictures with common walls on two sides.  They
were simple two story things that were not very wide and little
plots of grounds in the back for gardens.

	When ever Aunt Joan was going to visit Mom would get
very exited.  I could tell because she would get red blotches on
the back of her neck.

	One day when Aunt Joan was coming to visit I was sent
off to the local swimming baths.  When I got there the building
was shut down because there was a plumbing leak that needed to
be repaired.  I returned home and entered the back door.  As I
went through the kitchen I heard noise coming from the sitting
room.  I went in the direction of the noise to tell Mom I was
home.

	When I looked into the sitting room I didn't say anything
because of what I saw.  Aunt Joan was standing over Mom as
she sat on the couch.  She was kissing Mom on the mouth.  Her
right hand was felling mother's breast as it hung out of her dress.
Mom never wore a bra.  Mother's dress was up around her
waist.  Her baggie pink nickers were fully visible between her
widely spread legs.  Unfortunately they must have heard me and
stopped what they were doing and told me to leave the room.

	Mother must have told Aunt Joan about her concerns
about my tight foreskin.  Aunt Joan must have suggested that I
be sent to see her brother Tom because as schoolmaster he had
plenty of experience in dealing with young boy's problems.

	In 1954 things were still in short supply after World War
II so everything was recycled.  Mom subscribed to a couple of
magazines.  They tented to pile up around the house.

	One day she told me to bundle them up and take them
around to Aunt Joan's and Uncle Tom's place.  She told me that
Uncle Tom wanted a talk with me.  She admonished me to be a
good boy and do everything Uncle Tom told me to do.  So I
bundled up the magazines and put them in wagon I had and off I
went to Aunt Joan's, wondering what this was all about.

	When I arrived and knocked on the door Aunt Joan
opened the door and welcomed me with a big smile.  After I
deposited all the magazines and my wagon inside the front door,
she led me through the house.  I looked around and saw that the
floor was polished wooden blocks.  A large grandfather clock
was sitting on a mat against the hall wall.  The thing made a loud
ticking sound as the brass pendulum swung back and forth
inside the glass-doored case.  The room smelled of lavender wax
polish.  Aunt Joan led me to the kitchen where Uncle Tom was
sitting at the table reading the paper.

	He pulled out a chair next to himself and told me to sit
down.  While he was asking me questions about school and what
football team I liked, Aunt Joan left the room.  As I was
responding to Uncle Tom's questions, then Aunt Joan came
back with a light summer coat on and she was pulling the veal
down on a small pillbox hat as she was looking in a mirror.  She
told me she was going out and I was to stay with Uncle Tom
until she got home.  She turned and walked down the hall and
out of the front door without waiting for me to reply.

	Uncle Tom was a rather interesting man.  He was about
sixty years old; the top of his head was bald.  His ginger
coloured hair around his head was turning gray, particularly at
the temples.  He seemed to have hair everywhere.  Graying hair
was sticking out of the top of his shirt.  Hair was sticking out of
his ears; nose and his eyebrows were very bushy.

	As soon as Aunt Joan was out the front door, Uncle Tom
drew his chair a little closer to mine.  He put his hand on my
bare knee.

	He said, "I have been asked to have a talk to you about me
about the tight skin at the end of my penis.  I was told that it
might need some attention."

	I was horrified that Mother had told Aunt Joan and Uncle
Tom about my Willie.  All I could do was blush.

	He suggested that we go upstairs where he could examine
me much closer.

	I started to protest, feeling a mixture of fright and
excitement.  I wondered what he wanted to do.  Was he going to
hurt me like the doctor did when I was younger?

	One of my problems was that I already had a partial
erection and was afraid that he would see it and be cross with me
for being a dirty little boy.

	He insisted that I follow him upstairs anyway.  He led me
up the stairs and down the hall to the back bedroom.  The room
was bright and airy.  The sun was streaming through the window
that over looked the garden in the back yard.  The room had a
single bed, wardrobe, and dressing table.  It was the type with
three mirrors so that you could angle two of them so you could
see three views of yourself.  The room had a round rug in the
center.

	Uncle Tom closed and locked the door.  I wondered why
he did that since we were alone in the house.  He went to the
dresser and pulled the chair out almost until it was touching the
bed before he sat down.  He beckoned to come over and stand in
front of him.


	I was stooped over at the waist trying to hide my erection.

	He told me, "Come on boy get your clothes off, so I can
inspect you penis!"

	With that he pulls my gray T-shirt out of my shorts and
pulled it over my head.  I undid the button on the top of my
Kikai shorts and pulled them down over my slim hips.  They fell
to the floor around my sandals.  I was standing there in my
cotton briefs and sandals and sox.  I bent over and undid the
buckles on the sandals and took them off along with my sox.
Now I was down to just the briefs.

	When I stood up Uncle Tom could see that my Willie was
tenting my briefs.  There was no hiding it now, so I stood up and
hoped he would not think of me as being a dirty boy.

	Uncle Tom just slipped his fingers into the waistband of
my underpants and pulled the forward and down so that they
cleared my penis and he pulled them down.

	His only comment, "You are quit well developed for a
boy your age!"  As he pulled them down my legs so I could step
out of them.

	He reached out with his large hands.  They had hair on the
backs and on the first joint of his fingers and cupped me under
my scrotum.  He turned me around so that I was looking at three
images of us in the mirrors as he took hold of my very hard
penis in his other hand and pull the foreskin back to expose the
head of my gland with his thumb and forefinger. He started
pulling the skin back and forth over the head.  The feeling was
absolutely exquisite and I went week in the knees!  With just a
few more stokes I had a dry orgasm.  He told me to get dressed
and he would arrange for me to visit him regularly to insure that
my penis was getting the proper attention and for me to do this
ever night in bed.

	I didn't dare tell him I had been doing it every night for
years.

	We returned to the kitchen and were having hot tea as we
waited for Aunt Joan to return.  When she returned she had a big
grin on her face as she asked if everything had gone will.  Uncle
Tom smiled and told her that David will have to come back
many more times for follow up checks.

	After that I visited every week and Aunt Joan would
always be dressed fancily as she left as soon as I arrived, for the
rest of the summer.  Things progressed to the point that Uncle
Tom would undress with me.  He was truly the hairiest man I
had ever seen.  A thick mat of hair covered his body.  It only got
thicker between his legs.  The only thing he would have on were
his sox held up by the elastic clip on garters around the calve
muscles.

	He would sit in that chair and have me sit on his lap so I
could watch our reflection in the mirrors.  He encouraged me to
take hold of his big penis and pull his foreskin up and down as
he did me.

	During these sessions he explained all about different
sorts of sex both hetro and homosexual. In the fifties in England
all homosexual sex was against the law regardless of the age of
the parties involved.  He told me that while I was visiting him,
Aunt Joan was visiting my mother and there were having lesbian
sex, like the day I saw them.  He also explained that we were
having homosexual relation as we talked too.

	These talks made me very excited and Uncle Tom would
have me straddle his hairy thighs facing him so that my little
Willie faced his.  He would pull his foreskin over my little penis
and stoke both of us at the same time.  He explained this is
called Docking.  When he would cum he would cover my penis,
scrotum and hairless pubic area with his cum.  While he was
doing this with one hand he would use his other hand to rub my
back and stoke my buttocks.  He would wet his finger and
probed my anus until I eventually relaxed and his finger went up
my asshole all the way.

	After he educated me on how to masturbate I really got
busy every night.  In a few years I had my first wet orgasm.
From then on, if mother ever noticed the cum stains on my night
shirt or bed sheets she never said anything after the weekly
washing.  I continued to pull the foreskin open as wide as I
could with my fingers than pulled the skin down every night to
stretch it.  Over the years the skin did stretch enough that it
gathered at the end like a ruffled shirt.

	When Uncle Tom saw me cum in his hand for the first
time, he hugged me and took it in his mouth and sucked
everything I could give him.  Then he let me suck him until he
filled my mouth with his cum and it leaked out around the
corners of my mouth.  I had to lick it up afterwards.  Uncle Tom
kissed me and licked his own cum from my face.  That was a
new game we played when I visited him from that day on.

	He had a collection of pictures in photo albums in his
bedroom.  We spent many a day looking at them.  And when he
got new ones we studied them very carefully.  At first they were
pictures of boys playing with each other.  Then there were
pictures of men having sex with each other.  He even had some
of girls playing with each other.  I enjoyed them as much as the
others.  When I saw pictures of women making love to each
other I began to see women that my mother knew.

	When I was about 14 the pictures started to include
pictures of Aunt Joan making love to Mom and Mom making
love to Aunt Joan.  Uncle Tom was quick to see my response
and catch my cum in his mouth as I climaxed from just seeing
pictures of mom on her knees sucking Aunt Joan's pussy.

	Then I saw pictures of boys my age on their backs with
their legs open and men with their dicks in the asshole of these
boys.

	I asked Uncle Tom; "Doesn't that hurt?"

	Uncle Tom hugged me and said, "If the boy is taught how
to relax and it is done in stages until the hole is stretched enough
the boy will find that having a dick rub the prostrate will make
them cum without touching their penis."

	I had to ask what a prostrate was and I got the explanation
about how it was the gland that made the fluid that carries the
sperm in cum and it being located so close to the rectum.  The
rubbing makes it cum just like masturbating does.  He told me it
was masturbating from the inside.

	With that Uncle Tom stood up and led me to his bed and
lay me face down across the bed like I was about to say my
prayers.  He got a tube of some sort of jelly and applied a lot to
my anus and them applied a generous amount to the shaft of his
penis.  He knelt behind me and opened the cheeks of my ass.  He
placed his stiff shaft to the opening and pushed his hips forward.
It hurt and I winced.  He stopped and waited for me to get use to
it.  Then he shoved a little more in.  By the third time his hairy
belly was resting against my butt.  When I grew use to it he
started fucking me slowly.   As his climax approached I could
tell by the jerking of his dick from all the times he had cum in
my mouth.  When he climaxed he fell over my back.

	I felt cum running down the inside of my thighs.  And
dear old Uncle Tom knelt behind me and licked my ass and legs
clean.  He asked if I was ready to fuck him for the first time.  As
he lay face down over the bed.

	I started to lube his ass.  Uncle Tom told me that would
not be necessary because he was stretched plenty.  I stood
behind him and guided my penis into his hole.  It felt so nice as
it went in.  I had never felt anything so tight around my penis in
my life.  I started rocking back and forth.  In no time I shot my
load of cum into his ass.  When I took my Willie out cum
dripped down his hairy legs.  I knelt down and licked him clean
the same as he ad done for me.

	We were bathed and dressed when Aunt Joan came home
she was in a very good mood.  Uncle Tom walked me to the
door and kissed me on the mouth as he reminded me to never
tell anyone about our games.  Aunt Joan gave Uncle Tom a look
as if to say is there something she should know?  After seeing
me walk down the stairs with my legs spread widely and the
crotch of my shorts wet she must have had a good idea.  I
discovered that my shorts were wet when I got home and was
getting ready for bed.  Cum was still leaking out of my ass.

	When I got home Mom met me at the door.  Apparently
Uncle Tom and Aunt Joan had discussed what had happened and
Joan had called Mom to fill her in.

	Mom followed me to my bedroom to talk to me.  She
wanted to make sure that I was happy with what we had done.

	I told her that I was the happiest boy in the UK.  Then as I
got ready for bed she saw that my anus was red and swollen.

	She asked, "Did you enjoy what Uncle Tom did to you?"

	I told her, "It felt good and I wanted to do it again with
Uncle Tom."

	She kissed me on the cheek and asked, "Do you want to
sleep over at Uncle Tom's this weekend."

	I told her, "I would like that, Mom!"

	Mom returned in a few minutes with a warm smile on her
face.  She said, "Friday when you come home you can pack
some clothes in you backpack and you can go over right away.

	I didn't think Friday would ever arrive.  It finally it did
arrive at it's own pase.  I rushed home packed some shorts, T-
shirts, undies, my nightshirt and my comb and toothbrush.  Mom
gave me a big kiss as I went out the door.  When I arrived at
Uncle Tom's and Aunt Joan's and knocked on the door, Aunt
Joan answered the door with a bag in her hand.  She kissed my
on the mouth and told me to have fun.  As she patted me on the
ass.

	I knew that Mom and Aunt Joan would be spending the
weekend together too.

	Uncle Tom approached me and gave me a warm hug and
a kiss on the mouth.  He put his arm around me and led me to
the dining room.  Dinner was ready.  We had a nice dinner and
Jell-O with whipped cream for dessert.  When the dishes were
washed we went upstairs with our desserts.  I sat on Uncle
Tom's lap and while I ate my dessert, he stroked my pants until I
had a hard-on.

	He asked me, "Did you liked what we did last week?"

	I kissed him, "Yes! Very much Uncle Tom!"

	"Then we will do it all weekend my boy!"  He said.

	I got up so he could undress me and remove his own
clothes.  He removed my shorts, T-shirt, shoes and sox.  Then
He looked at me for a while before he removed my underwear.
My little Willie was getting larger and sprang up when the
waistband pasted it.  Then he picked me up and sat me on the
bed.

	Uncle Tom removed his shoes first.  Then he unbuttoned
the shirt and pulled it off.  As he unbuckled his belt and
unbuttoned his pants they fell to the floor as he stepped out of
them.  He was down to boxer shorts and a tank top T-shirt.  His
cock was hanging down between his legs through the opening in
his underpants.

	When he pulled the T-shirt over his head I looked at the
trail of hair running up his body.  He has some on his belly and
his pecks were covered with hair. I was always impressed with
the amount of hair that was on his body.

	Uncle Tom opened the bedside table and took out some a
photo albums.  Then he sat next to me on the bed with our backs
against the headboard.  He lay one of the books on my legs.  I
opened the book and it was all boys making love to men.  There
were boys doing all kinds of things.  They were playing
volleyball, swimming, camping and fishing.  In all of them men
were in the background watching the games.

	Uncle Tom told me that at when he was schoolmaster they
took the boys on camping trips.  On these camping trips the
winners of the games get to pick the man they sleep with each
night.  As I looked at the photos I saw boys sucking men's
cocks.  Men sucking boys Willies.  As I was looking at them
Tom started playing with my Willie.  I reached over and took
hold of his cock.  When I pulled the skin of his dick back pre-
cum was dripping from the head.  I could not resist and I leaned
over and smelled him.  Then I stuck out my tongue and tasted
the pre-cum.  It was a little salty but I liked it.  I put my mouth
over the head like the boys in the pictures did.  As I sucked him
I kept looking at the pictures as he flipped the pages.  He was
stroking me slowly too.  When I had seen the last picture he
moved the books off the bed.  He turned down the lights in the
room until it was just as soft glow.

	He got out another book and as I looked at pictures of
Uncle Tom being sucked by boys from his school I leaned over
and took his dick in my hand and started sucking him like the
boy in the pictures.  Tom's hair was getting in my mouth.  When
I saw the picture of cum shooting into the mouth of the boy,
Uncle Tom's dick gave a jerk and my mouth was filled the hot
cum shooting to the back of my mouth.  I swallowed everything
I could but some leaked out and matted his pubic hair.

	I sat up pleased with myself for doing a good job on
Uncle Tom.  Uncle Tom leaned over and took my dick in his
mouth and sucked me as I looked at the rest of the pictures.  I
seemed like I could not climax.  But Uncle Tom wet his finger
in his own pubic hair and toyed with my asshole.  I had a climax
very quickly.  I had to stop him from sucking me because it was
almost painful now.

	After we rested He moved me to the foot of the bed so
that my chin was hanging over the end of the bed.  The boys
were draped face down over the back of couch as the three men
took Vaseline and applied some to their assholes.

	While I was looking at those pictures Uncle Tom was
putting a firm pillows under my waist and applying Vaseline to
my asshole.  It felt so strange when his finger went deeply up
my ass.  It felt kind of like when Mom put the enema nozzle in
my ass to flush out my bowel.

	Then as the three men in the pictures stood behind the
boys Uncle Tom got between my legs.  As they pushed their
dicks into the boy's ass's Tom pushed his into me.  It hurt a little
at first but I wanted more, I moaned he pulled back a little.  That
took the pressure off and it felt kind of good.  When I relaxed
again Tom pushed in again.  Finally I felt his belly pressed
against my ass.  We rested for a few moments then I as looked at
some more pictures of men fucking the boys like mad Uncle
Tom started fucking me.

	Uncle Tom told me that I was so tight that I was probably
the best ass he had ever had.  I was pleased that I was making
him happy.  He only had to stoke his dick into me a few times
before I felt his dick jerk.  Then I felt warm liquid dripping
down the inside of my legs.  Uncle Tom just lay on my back
with his dick in my ass.  It got soft and just slipped out finally.

	Then Uncle Tom got on his hand and knees and showed
me his hairy asshole again.  I got behind him and my Willie
slipped in like his anus was sucking me in.  I was sweating while
I fucked him.  But I finally had another climax.

	We showered and went to bed.  Uncle Tom woke me up
in the morning after he made breakfast by kissing me as he
pulled on my Willie.  We didn't dress all weekend.  By Sunday I
was lubing my ass and guiding Uncle Tom's dick into my ass.

	Late Sunday night I was regretting that I would have to go
home soon.  While I was in the shower the phone rang.  When I
was finished and drying off I asked Uncle Tom who that was?

	He said, "That was Aunt Joan and Mom, They wanted to
know how our weekend was."

	"I guess I should get packed to go home then." I said.

	Uncle Tom said, "That can wait, come here to your Uncle
Tom!"

	I went to him and hugged him.  He bent me over the bed
and lubed my ass again.  I felt his swollen dick go into my ass
and he slowly started fucking me.  I was laughing because I was
going to have to shower again.  Before long I was in the thralls
of a climax.  When I came I felt cum squirt out of my Willie and
onto the bed spread.  I was so excited when I told Uncle Tom
that I came without touching myself.  When I looked back I saw
Aunt Joan and Mom standing in the door.

	I didn't know what to do.  But both of them ran to me and
kissed me on my cheeks.  That night I slept with Uncle Tom and
Aunt Joan and Mom slept in Joan's bed.  It was a noisy house
that night with the headboards in bother bedrooms banging the
walls most of the night.


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