Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2013 07:52:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack Santoro Subject: Pendulous Foreskin, Part 1, Young Friends Pendulous Foreskin , 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 earliest memory of my penis is when my mother was giving me a bath, around age three. Using a soapy washcloth, she was rubbing it, stroking it back and forth, and of course I had an erection. I remember it being about an inch long, with another inch of foreskin dangling off the end. "The skin still won't go back," she exclaimed in frustration. "Maybe I should have let the doctor remove it." She gave up, dried me, and put my pajamas on me. Much later, I often jerked off to the memory of my mother stroking my prick with the washcloth. As an adult, I knew that she'd rub it more than was necessary for cleaning, as she was always acutely interested in my erections. She rubbed me to erection every time she gave me a bath, and I wondered if she thought she could bring me to orgasm that way. Of course, while I was thinking about this I'd be sliding my long foreskin over the core of my prick, my excitement fueled by the erotic memories, and orgasm would come quickly. "I think we should have let the doctor circumcise him," I heard her say to my father at breakfast next morning. "Then I wouldn't have all this trouble washing him. Emma, next door, had her Johnnie circumcised when he was born and she says it's more hygienic. Anyway, you're circumcised." "That's just why I don't want Jack to get cut. This is the way nature made him, and the way he should grow up," he replied. "When am I going to be able to pull the skin back to wash inside it?" she asked. "When he gets older," my father told her. "It's normal for the foreskin to be long and tight at his age." "When he was born the doctor said then his skin was too long and would cause trouble later. He'd get irritations and infections unless it was removed." "Well," my father replied, "he hasn't had any infections so far, and the only irritation he got was when you forgot to rinse off the soap. His penis is perfectly normal, as mine was when I was born. The doctor wanted to cut me and my mother let him. That's why my penis isn't as sensitive as it should be. The head's all dried out and looks like leather." At that age I didn't know what "circumcision" was or anything about its effects. Although I'd seen my father's prick and noticed the difference, I didn't know he was missing his foreskin. I just thought it looked different because he was grown up, the same way he had to shave and I didn't. I did know that it felt good when I touched my prick and it got hard. I'd happily slide the long foreskin back and forth in bed at night, until I fell asleep. As an adult, I was very happy that my little prick had been left intact. My long, pendulous foreskin lets me take long and sensual strokes over the core of my prick, as I enjoyed the blissful sensations. I always stroked slowly, for my prick was always very sensitive, and it didn't take much friction to produce a shattering orgasm. I started school at age five, and then I learned that I was different from most other boys. Their pricks had a cherry at the end, and mine had only the tapered tube of skin. I found that I could do something they couldn't: pinch the end of my foreskin when I peed and watch it swell like a balloon. I did this often, because it felt so good. I also found that when my prick got hard, I could feel the shape of the head inside the tube of skin. When I was seven my mother took me to the pediatrician for a persistent cough, he gave me a complete physical examination. When I lowered my shorts he looked hard at my penis, which had grown to two inches and still with an inch of foreskin hanging in front. He gently grasped it at the end and asked if my mother could retract it to wash underneath. She told him it was still too tight and his reply was: "It really should come off or he'll have problems. A redundant foreskin like this should have been removed at birth." That was the first time I heard the term "redundant foreskin." "His father doesn't want it done. It was done to him when he was born, and he resents it and won't allow it to be done to hs son." He dropped the subject. Pinching the end when I peed did loosen it, though, and by the time I was eight I was able to pull it back, and I saw the head of my penis for the first time. It was cherry red and very tender. My mother was relieved at this, although now I was taking my own showers and she no longer had to wash my prick. I think she was disappointed that she no longer had opportunities to handle my penis. My closest friend in my class was Jerry, and one day after school we went to his house and played show and tell. Unlike me, he'd been circumcised a couple of days after birth, and he told me about it. His parents had explained circumcision to him, and he told me that all boys are born with a foreskin but many parents chose to have the doctor cut it off after birth. Some believe it's cleaner, while others want it done because the father is cut and they want the son to look like him. Jerry didn't think there was a good reason to do it, and neither did I, especially after I saw the thick brown scar ring that encircled his shaft behind the head. "How do you pee, with all that skin covering your dick?" he asked. I showed him how I was able to retract my long foreskin, and when he saw the cherry red head, so unlike his grayish pink one, he touched it with his fingertip. I winced, and he was surprised at this, saying his tip wasn't as sensitive. I touched his, and he didn't move a muscle. I gave it a couple of squeezes and his prick started to stiffen. He smiled and said: "That feels good. What can I do for you?" I slipped my foreskin forward and answered: "Just slide the skin back and forth but don't uncover the head." He began stroking my prick, which quickly got as hard as his, and said: "That's easy. You've got such a long covering skin I can take long strokes." We continued to stimulate each other for a few minutes, but at that age no orgasm was forthcoming, and we stopped when we got tired of it. When I was 10 I broke my arm falling off my bike, and my father took me to the emergency room. The nurse told me to remove all my clothes, which Dad helped me to do. After the X-ray, the doctor came into the cubicle and told my father and me that the bone would have to be pinned to set correctly. "I noticed that you didn't have him circumcised and he has a redundant foreskin," the doctor told my father. "It's much too long. I wouldn't suggest this normally but since he's going to be under general anesthesia anyway for the pinning, I could take that foreskin off for you. He wouldn't feel a thing, unlike babies who have it done without anesthesia." I tensed up at his words and the doctor turned to me and said kindly: "You really don't need all that extra skin. It only gets in the way, and can only give you trouble later on in life. That floppy skin can get caught in the zipper." He noticed that I was shaking my head, and added: "I promise you, you'll be fast asleep and won't feel a thing. When you wake up you'll have a new penis that looks a lot better and you'll be like the other boys in your school." At this my father spoke up: "No, dammit! I won't allow it. "I was cut as a baby and it's always bothered me that I have less sensitivity than if I'd be left alone. I've got friends only slightly older than me who were cut too, and they have to use Viagra. A man shouldn't have to use Viagra until he's in his 60s or 70s. My boy's foreskin hasn't been any problem since he can retract it for washing. As for the zipper thing, it's better than getting a zipper injury on the bare tip, as I did a few times." This stopped the doctor cold, and when they wheeled me into the operating room I was only slightly anxious before they sent me into a chemical coma for the surgery. Upon awakening in the recovery room I saw my father was with me, and as I roused myself from my drugged sleep I reached down to feel my prick, afraid that I'd find a bandage around it. My father spoke: "Don't worry, son. I checked as soon as they brought you in. You're still the way you were when you were born." When I was fully awake he got me dressed and drove me home. Neither of us told my mother what the doctor had proposed. The splint on my arm was only a slight inconvenience, and in a month I was healed and didn't need it any more. A few weeks later I was stroking my prick in bed that night and got a different set of sensations than before. It felt wonderful to slide the foreskin up and down the head, using long strokes that were especially exciting. Then I got the feeling that I had to pee urgently, and I got up and went into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet I continued stroking because even though I felt like I had to pee, the sensations were so pleasurable. The urge to pee got stronger and stronger but nothing came out and I continued stroking, but faster. Now my fingers were flying over my prick as my breathing became more rapid and shallower. Nothing in the world seemed to matter except the wonderful sensations intensifying in my prick. Suddenly, my body jerked and I saw red stars in front of my eyes. My prick was suddenly much too sensitive to touch, and my hand dropped to the side. I was gasping, shuddering with new and strange sensations that flowed from my prick all over my body, so intense that tears came to my eyes. I slumped on the toilet, too weak to move, and stayed that way for a couple of minutes until the extreme sensitivity in my prick had faded and I returned to normal. I'd heard boys talk about "jerking off" and wondered if this was what I'd done, and whether I'd broken something inside me. I went back to bed and fell quickly asleep. I didn't say anything to my parents about this, but in school I approached Clark, a boy I'd been friendly with and who also had a foreskin, as I'd seen in the locker room. Clark was 12 at the time, and when I told him I had a problem with my prick. We had only a minute to talk quietly in the hallway, and he invited me to come home with him after school, saying his parents worked and wouldn't be home until six. "I'd heard kids talking about jerking off," I told him after we'd gotten inside his house. "I think I did it last night but I'm worried that I broke something." Clark listened carefully, and then explained: "Sounds like you came for the first time last night. Did you have any liquid come out of your dick?" "No, nothing came out, although it felt like I had to pee in the worst way," I answered him. "That's what it felt like for me too that first time," he told me. "I've been jerking off for about a year. Let's you and me jerk off together. Nobody will know, and I'll be able to see what happens with you and you can watch what happens with me." We went into his bedroom where we took off our clothes. Clark was taller than I was with brown hair and eyes like mine, and his prick was larger than mine, but without as much foreskin. His hood covered the bulging head completely and closed in a tight pucker at the end, but without the generous extension that adorned mine. "Wow," he exclaimed. "You've got lots of skin. I've never seen a dick with a skin that long. Can you pull it back off the head?" As he spoke, he pulled his foreskin back and I watched the pucker expand to the diameter of his glans as he pulled it back behind the head. I saw that his tip was more defined than mine, with a blunt nose and a flaring ridge that made it look so sexy. I later learned that he had a "helmet" shaped glans, as I would develop as I grew older. Using the fingers of both hands, I pulled my foreskin back to reveal my red cherry shaped tip. The foreskin bunched up behind my rim, forming a thick wrinkled collar. Our pricks began to swell, and I felt a tingle of anticipation at the thought of jerking off with him. "See?" I said. "I've been able to get it back for a couple of years now, to clean inside." I pushed my foreskin forward again to engulf the head. "Yeah, I see you can skin it back. That's nice, having so much skin, like a nipple in front of the head. I bet you get long strokes with it." As he spoke he reached out to grasp my prick around the foreskin covered head and began alternately pushing my hood back and pulling it towards him with slow strokes that quickly brought my penis to full hardness. His touch was very arousing, and I reached out to grasp his foreskin and slide it back and forth. We were fully hard within seconds and he pulled me over to sit on the bed beside him. My erection was slightly over two inches long, not counting the foreskin, while his was about three. His helmet was rich purple, and both our tips were wet and glistening in the soft light. "Ahhhh," I sighed. "That feels so good," I said. "Ever have anybody else touch your dick?" he asked. "Only my mother when I was in the bath when I was younger. That always made me hard, like now." We continued stroking each other, building our excitement. "Same thing happened to me," He said. "When she pulled my skin back and washed the head with a washcloth, it was so sensitive I couldn't stand it. Is yours that sensitive?" "More," I replied. "If you touched my tip now I'd jump up to the ceiling." "Okay, I'll be careful only to stroke your skin. Now relax and let me work on your dick. I'm gonna make you come now. Just tell me what's happening as I stroke you." I nodded affirmatively and he continued his long strokes on my hood. "It feels extra good," I told him. "Better than when I did myself yesterday." "It always feels hotter when somebody else does it to you. I've done it with a couple of other guys and it's always more fun. I shoot more when another guy strokes my dick." He picked up the pace slightly, sending more sensations into my sensitive prick. My breathing picked up too as I felt the tension increasing in my body. "That feels wonderful right now," I told him. "This is all so new to me." "That's good," he replied. "Just try to stay relaxed. I want to see what happens when you come. Remember there's nothing to be scared about. You're not gonna pee all over yourself." Now he stroked faster, and my prick felt super-hard with excitement, especially the head. "I'm starting to get that feeling like I have to pee," I said. "That happens to all of us the first few times," he said. "Just sit there and relax. You're not gonna pee. Just enjoy what's happening to you." Now his fingers were flying over my prick, whipping my foreskin up and down the glans, and I'd let go of his prick as the sensations in mine increasingly dominated my attention. The tension in my body kept increasing. Suddenly, the feelings in my prick seemed to explode with a hard throb and I again saw red stars in front of my eyes. My prick was suddenly too sensitive, and I reached down and pushed Clark's hand away. "AH-AH-AH" I yelped as the explosion in m prick spread all over my body, and I felt that I was floating. I lay back on the bed, totally helpless as the strange but gratifying sensations flowed through me, overcoming my fright. My prick was twitching hard, and I was helpless as the sensations flowed over me. After a couple of minutes, the feelings faded, and I came back to full consciousness. I felt my prick becoming softer until it once more drooped between my thighs. "Well, you didn't break anything inside you," Clark assured me. "I felt your dick throb hard, just before you pushed my hand away. Your dick suddenly became too sensitive, right?" I nodded. "The same thing happened to me the first few times. You'll get to really enjoy this when you get over the strangeness." "Yeah, Clark, you're right. That's exactly how it felt. My prick was throbbing hard, and the feelings spread all over my body. Thanks. I owe you a lot." I paused as I thought through the implications. "Now I think I ought to make you come, just like you did me." "Okay, you do that, now that you know how it all works. You'll see what coming is like when another guy comes. One thing, though: when I start to come don't stop stroking me. My dick doesn't get super-sensitive any more. Just keep going until I tell you to stop. It'll feel better for me if you continue sliding my skin while I'm coming, okay?" I nodded and sat up to grasp Clark's prick. I began sliding his foreskin up and down the purple helmet as I had before, sensing the tension building in him. His abdominal muscles tightened and his balls drew up against his body as he whispered: "Do it faster now." I increased my pace, watching his foreskin covering and uncovering his swollen purple helmet as I stroked. There was a certain beauty to his prick, and the sleeve of skin nature had given him, so convenient for stimulation. His breathing became rapid and shallow, as mine had, and his lips drew back from his teeth. Now he leaned back on his arms, staring at his swollen prick that I was stroking so quickly. A drop of clear liquid seeped out of his slit to lubricate his foreskin. "Faster," he moaned, and I picked up my pace, so that my encircling fingers became a blur, as his had. As I was unaccustomed to this, my arm was getting tired. Now he was moaning louder, and his hips lifted off the bed. Suddenly I felt a hard throb between my encircling fingers and heard him yelp loudly: "OH, OH, OH, OH!" as his eyes closed and his hips bucked, thrusting his hard throbbing prick deeper into my hand. I saw a jet of clear liquid shoot from his orifice to land on his abdomen, followed by another and another. Remembering his instruction, I continued stroking his prick to give him continuing sensations as his hood whipped up and down his throbbing helmet. His loud helpless cries filled the air as his prick continued to throb and more clear jets shot up from his slit. After about 20 or 30 seconds I heard him say: "Stop," and I removed my hand from his prick, which was still twitching visibly with the foreskin locked back behind his rim. He began to relax and his breathing slowed to normal. Awestruck, I watched his prick lose its stiffness, as mine had. Clark lay still for a couple of minutes, dazed from the explosion as I had, until he opened his eyes. "Now you saw what happens when I come. He pointed to the pool of liquid on his abdomen. "That's what happens when I shoot. You had a dry come, but one of these days you'll be shooting like me. After a while, we'll be shooting cream, with sperm in it. That's what makes babies, as you might have heard in health class." "Is it too sensitive?" I asked. "Right. When I told you to stop it was becoming too sensitive. It isn't now." He pushed his foreskin down over his glans, completely enclosing it. "It's nice to have that skin," I said. "It works really well to make us come. I wonder how the cut guys do it, since they don't have that skin?" "They have to use baby oil or hand lotion," he said. "Our dicks have natural lube to make our skins slide easily." "Wow!" I said. "I'm glad I wasn't cut. You too." Clark nodded and said: "Cut guys are also less sensitive there than we are. I think they don't get as much feeling when they jerk off." "My father said something like that to the doctor who wanted to circumcise me when he set my broken arm. My dad was cut. Was yours?" "Yeah," Clark answered. "They did it to him when he was born and he never liked it. That's why he didn't let them cut me. I'm really glad he didn't. My mother was going to let them do it because so many of her friends had their boys cut but my father talked her out of it." "My mother was the same way," I said. "She thought it had to be done to all boys." "Well, we know better and we know jerking off is more fun with the foreskin." "We'll have to get together with my friend Jerry," I proposed. "He's cut and it would be nice if all three of us jerked off together to compare." Continued in Part 2.