Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2013 08:54:40 -0800 (PST) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Foreskin Boys, Part 1, Incest Foreskin Boys, Part 1 By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com NOTE: Please donate to Nifty to help support this free site. Your donations help ensure that there are no annoying ads on Nifty. Nifty needs our support to keep its quality stories coming. My parents were European, my father from Italy and my mother from France. Neither country practices routine circumcision of baby boys, except for religious minorities, so my father was uncut and my mother accepted the uncircumcised penis as normal. This is why they didn't permit the doctor who delivered me to remove my foreskin. He certainly tried to sell them on circumcision, but they weren't buying. He used all the usual high-pressure scare tactics; cancer, STDs, locker room conformity, but didn't convince my parents. His last desperate move was to tell them that I should be circumcised to look like my father. "I'm a not circumcised," my father replied in his thick Italian accent. At this point, the doctor gave up, so I came home from the hospital with all I'd been born with. My parents later told me that the pediatrician had told them, when I was about two years old, that my foreskin was entirely too long, and should at least be trimmed, if not removed altogether. My mother knew, from caring for her little brothers in France, that young boys have foreskins much longer than the core of the penis, and my father pointed out that this allowed room for growth. My parents understood foreskins, and didn't buy into the myth that the foreskin must be retractable at birth. They didn't make a fetish of penile hygiene, as many American-born parents do, and didn't slap my hand when I played with my prick, as most little boys do. My mother, while giving me my bath, told me that I should try to work the foreskin back to rinse my glans, but not to force it. I've always had a large glans that made a significant bulge in my foreskin. Pulling the foreskin back over it wasn't as easy than it would have been if I'd had a narrow, tapered glans. By the time I was five, I was able to take a bath on my own, and skin back to rinse underneath. Once I started school, I found out that almost all the other boys didn't have foreskins. When they saw my penis is the boys' room, they thought it didn't have a head on it, like theirs did. However, when they saw me retract my foreskin to urinate, baring my glans, they realized that they were the ones missing something, and they looked at me with envy. My best friend in my class was blond-haired Jimmy, who still had his foreskin because his parents had come from Germany, and had refused to let the doctor circumcise him. He lived only a couple of blocks from me, and we spent a lot of time together, riding our bikes, reading, and of course, doing homework together. We were both "A" students, and our parents were proud of us. Jimmy was an only child, as I was, which brought us closer together. We were also friends with Alex, like us, an "A" student. Unlike us, he'd been circumcised at birth. We spent a lot of time at each other's houses and when our parents weren't home, we compared pricks. Alex was fascinated by the way our foreskins slipped back to expose our moist purple helmets, while his tip, with its dry leathery texture, was always on display. Alex watched avidly when we skinned back to pee, and marveled at our being able to pull our foreskins forward to envelop the glans when we'd finished. At our age, we didn't fully understand what circumcision involved, and Jimmy and I examined the circular brown scar on Alex's penis. "That's where the doctor cut the skin off," Alex explained to us. "Now I wish my dick was like yours. My older brother Joe and I were both cut at birth," Alex told us. "We both told our parents that we didn't like it. Now our mother's pregnant again and the ultrasound shows it's going to be a boy. I hope he doesn't get cut like we did." At our age, we didn't know that it was possible to grow a new hood to replace the original foreskin by stretching the shaft skin, so all we could offer him was our sympathy. My parents' house had a swimming pool in the back yard, and during the summer we three often used it. We went skinny-dipping, because our parents didn't mind nudity as long as it was kept private, and this gave us further opportunity to compare. We saw that Jimmy's foreskin, although it formed a nipple in front of his glans, wasn't as long as mine, and that playing with our pricks produced pleasant sensations and often gave us erections. Our pricks at that age were almost three inches long when hard, not counting the projecting foreskins. By the time we were eight we'd all experienced "zipper bite," getting our pricks caught in the zippers of our pants. Jimmy and I found it painful, of course, but as the zipper's teeth had bitten our foreskins, it wasn't as bad as what happened to Alex. When he got caught in the zipper, the teeth bit into the delicate skin of his glans, which caused bleeding and more pain than Jimmy and I had had. Alex's father was unable to release the zipper, and they took him to the emergency room, where the doctor gave him a powerful sedative and cut the zipper off with a wire cutter. He then placed a couple of sutures to close the cut, and sent them home with a prescription for an antibiotic. Alex showed us his prick and we saw where the sutures held the edges of the zipper cut together. His prick was tender for a couple of weeks, even after the sutures had dissolved. The injury had healed well, leaving a thin and barely visible scar on his tip, unlike the thick brown ring from his circumcision. Once he'd healed completely, we resumed playing with our pricks. By that time, we'd heard older boys talk about "jerking off," and we tried it. Jimmy and I had no problem stimulating our pricks by slipping our foreskins up and down over our helmets to produce erections, but Alex couldn't do that. Instead, he pulled the slack in his shaft skin up to cover and compress his ridge, as far as it would go. Inevitably we compared erections. We all had straight shafts and saw that Jimmy and I had a vein running prominently down the right side of our pricks. Alex had a vein on top, running from the circular brown scar back to the base of his shaft. At that age, our groins were hairless. We've all got big heads," Jimmy commented during one show-and-tell. I saw that we did, our corona standing out wider than our shafts. Alex's ridge seemed bigger than Jimmy's or mine, but I soon realized that this was because his foreskin was missing, leaving a deep groove behind his rim that accentuated the corona. When Jimmy and I pulled our foreskins back to show the head, the skin filled our grooves. When we were ten years old, one day Jimmy and I were in the boys' room at school when an older boy, an eighth-grader named Jerry, was showing off his erection at the urinal. Like us, Jerry still had a foreskin on his four-inch penis, and he was whipping it back and forth over his swollen purple glans as he faced the urinal. His balls were tight against his body as he jerked his prick. He gave a loud grunt and his knees started to buckle as a long stream of sperm shot out from his prick. His face was contorted, his eyes shut, as he placed his free hand on the wall in front of him to brace himself as he shot the rest of his load into the urinal. This was the first time we'd seen a boy jerk off to orgasm, and now that it was over, Jerry milked his prick down, expelling the last drops of cream, and pulled his foreskin forward to cover his shrinking mushroom glans. Jimmy and I had been staring avidly at the spectacle, but the other boys who saw this, all of them lacking foreskins, seemed to be either puzzled or dismayed. I guessed that they were wondering how they were going to accomplish this feat without hoods that they could slide over their bare tips. The only other eighth-grader who had witnessed this scene commented: "I use oil on my dick. That slides really well, and I shoot too, though it takes me longer to come than Jerry." This was our first hint that the circumcised penis was less sensitive than the unmodified one. That afternoon when I got home, I went into the bathroom and took off my pants and shorts. Sitting on the toilet, I decided to try what I'd seen Jerry do earlier now that I'd had a graphic lesson in jerking off. My legs were out in front of me, spread in a "V" as I slumped on the toilet seat. My prick was still too small to require a full-fisted grip, so I used a three-fingered grip, with my thumb on top and two fingers underneath. I began to slide my foreskin up and down, and my prick quickly hardened to its three and a half inch erection, the purple helmet standing out proudly every time I skinned back. As usual, the glans was moist, but this time I saw a couple of drops of clear fluid seeping from my slit, providing additional lubrication, and I stroked faster. I sighed with pleasure as I continued stroking, my eyes fixed on my straining penis, and soon I felt like I had to pee. I didn't get up to pee, as I felt compelled to keep stroking as more unfamiliar sensations filled my prick. My hand was whipping my foreskin up and down as quickly as I'd seen Jerry do it, and my breathing came faster. The sensation of having to pee became overpowering as my straining prick seemed to swell even more as I stared fixedly at it. Suddenly, a rush of powerful and strange sensations coursed through my prick and my body, and I saw red stars in front of my eyes. My prick suddenly became too sensitive to touch, and my hand dropped to my side. I saw my prick jerking up and down as I felt hard throbs in my shaft and glans. I was breathing hard, groaning and gasping, as my first orgasm ravaged my body. The overpowering sensations frightened me, and tears came to my eyes as my body shuddered uncontrollably. An eternity later it finally stopped, and I became fully aware that the strange sensations that had frightened me had been my first orgasm. Looking at my prick, which was still rigid and super-sensitive, I noticed that I had not shot the white streams that Jerry had. It had been a "dry" orgasm, and I wondered how long it would take for me to produce thick sperm like Jerry's. After at least two minutes more, my prick lost its excessive sensitivity and began shrinking. The next day, after school, I brought Jimmy home with me and told him about my experience with my first orgasm: "Yesterday I jerked off for the first time and I think I came, although I didn't shoot anything." "Yeah," he acknowledged. "I heard a couple of guys at school talking about `dry comes' and how it felt. One of them said we'll be shooting when we get old enough." "It was so strange it was scary," I continued. "At first I felt like I had to pee really bad. After it was all over, I wondered if I'd broken something inside." "That sounds freaky," he said. As both may parents worked and wouldn't be home until almost six, I told him: "It felt good, though, and I'd like to try it again. You can watch if you want. Now that I know I'm not gonna pee, I think I can do this in my bedroom." Jimmy nodded and followed me into my bedroom, where I took off my clothes. I sat on the bed and began sliding my long foreskin up and down my rapidly swelling helmet. Jimmy sat next to me on the edge of the bed. "How does it feel?" he asked. "This feels really nice," I said. My prick was now very hard, the purple helmet distended at the end. "You've got a drop of something at the end," Jimmy commented as he began fingering his prick through his clothing. "Yeah, I think that's some sort of lube," I replied. "It makes the tip more slippery so the skin slides easier." I didn't look at him as I spoke because my eyes were fixed on my erection. "Feel like you have to pee yet?" he asked. From the corner of my eyes I saw that he was still handling his prick, and now I could see the outline of an erection through the front of his pants. "No, not yet," I told him. "Maybe you should take your clothes off, since you're playing with it." Jimmy stopped his stroking and quickly doffed his clothes. He sat down again next to me and watched as my fingers flew over my prick. He was fully hard and mimicking my movements and three-fingered grip, but more slowly. Feeling his thigh touching mine added to my excitement, as I felt I was sharing my experience with him. He seemed to enjoy the intimacy too, for he said: "It's nice sitting next to you while we're jerking off. Feel like you have to pee now?" As he spoke he kept sliding his foreskin up and down his engorged glans. "Yeah," I gasped. My breathing was rapid and shallow, and I felt the tension building in my body as the urge to pee grew stronger. As my fingers flew over my penis, I saw that Jimmy wasn't stroking as quickly as I was, instead concentrating on watching me. "I hope you have another dry come now," he said. "I'd really like to see that." "I'm getting there," I muttered. "I feel like I'm gonna pee all over the room." I became aware that along with the urge to pee, a tickling sensation was building up in the head of my prick, forcing me to go even faster. Then, suddenly, the sensations in my prick exploded. "HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted loudly as my prick suddenly became too sensitive to touch. I saw red stars in front of my eyes as I fell back on my elbows, my prick jerking and twitching. My entire body shuddered with the overwhelming sensations, and again tears came to my eyes. I was groaning and gasping, uncontrollable spasms rolling through my body, feeling the powerful contractions in the root of my prick. Jimmy was saying something to me, but as I was tumbling in the free-fall of my orgasm, I couldn't understand him. Finally it ended, and I sat there exhausted, my prick still twitching as the sensations tapered off. I saw that Jimmy's eyes were fixed on my prick, and he commented: "Your tip's bigger and darker purple than I ever saw it before." He was still languidly sliding his foreskin up and down his glans, and then he said: "My dick feels so good now." I asked him: "Are you gonna try it?" He didn't say anything, but when I saw his fingers begin to stroke his foreskin faster, I had my reply. My erection was subsiding now, along with the increased sensitivity, and again I saw that I had not had an ejaculation like Jerry had had. I pulled my foreskin forward to envelop my glans. Jimmy was silent now, his fingers flying over his turgid prick, and I didn't want to distract him with questions. Instead, I moved closer to him and put an arm around his shoulders, guessing that the intimacy would add to his pleasure. I placed my free hand on his thigh. His erection seemed to be three and a half inches long, like mine. His breathing was now rapid and shallow, as mine had been a couple of minutes earlier. He was staring fixedly at his prick, as I had before my orgasm had begun. Each time he pulled his foreskin down, I saw a drop of clear liquid part the lips of his slit, to be swept up by his hood as it enveloped his glans on the up-stroke. Suddenly he gasped loudly as his hand dropped from his prick, and he fell back against me as his orgasm began. He cried out helplessly as his prick twitched and jerked, and I hugged him to me with both arms, feeling that the comfort of a warm body would help him through this unfamiliar episode. He shuddered in my arms and I saw tears come to his eyes as the intense sensations overwhelmed him. I didn't know how long my orgasm had lasted, but his lasted about 20 seconds before he became still, dazed by the shock. He leaned his head against my shoulder and I continued holding him, feeling blissful at our having shared this intimate experience. After a couple of minutes Jimmy opened his eyes. By this time his erection had subsided, and he pulled his foreskin down over his glans. He looked at me and said: "That was freaky. It was strange. I never felt anything like it before. "I'm still wondering if I broke something inside, even though I know you didn't. Did I shoot anything?" "No, you had a dry come too, but now you know what it feels like. It was strange for me yesterday, but I had to do it again. I'll probably do it again tomorrow, and I guess you will too." "Yeah, but you were all alone when you did it yesterday. I'm so glad you were with me today. It was scary when it started happening, but I felt you holding me and I knew I wasn't alone." He kissed me on the lips. "I know how you feel," I replied. "It probably helped that you saw me doing it before you started coming." "Yeah, Jack, you're right. I knew what to expect because you told me how it felt for you. When it felt like I had to pee, I didn't panic and run for the bathroom because you told me about it, and I saw you start to come without peeing." "I'm still trying to figure out what I was feeling," I said. "I felt the sensation of having to pee, but when I started coming I felt a tickle in my tip. Then it became too sensitive to touch. Yours did too, because I saw you drop your hand when you started coming." "It sure was sensitive. I don't know how long it lasted," he said. "Time seemed to stop. I know how long yours lasted, about twenty seconds." "I think yours lasted about that long too," I told him. "Yesterday I had no idea how long mine lasted, but today, when I saw you come, I guessed that it must have been about as long as yours." "My tip got dark purple, just like yours, just before I started coming," he said. "I think that looks so sexy." "I think it looks sexy too, Jimmy. My prick felt harder than it's ever been when I was sliding my skin fast, just before I came." "It looked very hard to me," Jimmy said. "My dick felt very hard while I was jerking it too, and I think I felt a tickle in my tip, but I can't be sure because of all that was happening." At this point, he pulled away from me after another kiss and started dressing, as he had to get home. Continued in Part 2