Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2005 06:59:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tight Foreskin, Adult Friends, 1/1

Tight Foreskin
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

During a business trip last year, I went to an
all-male bath one evening to relax. Inside, I
immediately headed for the hot tub, my favorite.
Several guys were in it, including three who were
sitting on the edge. All eyes turned to me, checking
me out, and I did the same, allowing my eyes to sweep
over them as I entered and chose my place. I'd noticed
a blond guy about thirty, the only uncut prick in the
room, who had a long nippled foreskin like mine. I
figured he'd be the most interesting person to sit
next to.
Foreskins aren't that common in the United States, and
long nippled ones are rare because doctors often snip
them off on the excuse that they're "redundant." I saw
the blond's eyes on my crotch as I approached, and
when I sat next to him he took the lead in introducing
himself.
     "Hello. I'm Ted," he said. "First time here?"
     I introduced myself and told him that I'd been
there a couple of times many months ago, but that I'd
be in town every few weeks for a while and expected to
spend more time in the baths. I noticed that his
fleshy tube bulged near the end, and guessed his
cock-head must be as bulky as mine. We chatted
inconsequentially for a few minutes, and one by one
the others left.
     "It's nice to see another uncut guy," Ted said. I
knew the feeling, as intact males are in the minority
today. I told him I was still whole mainly because
when I was born, some 30 years before he was,
cock-cutting wasn't as widespread as it had later
become.
     "I'm glad to meet another like myself," I said.
"We've got something important in common."
     "Maybe we've got something else in common, too,"
Ted replied. "I really enjoy jerking off. Do you?"
      "Do I?" I was twice his age and still he wanted
to jack off with me. "I really like it, especially
with another uncut guy. Where do you want to do it?"
      "I live near here. If you follow me home, we'll
have a good time tonight." I was relieved. Until then
I hadn't know if he wanted to jack off in the
bathhouse. Every evening, a few guys had sex there
because they enjoyed an audience, but I preferred some
privacy.
      Leaving the bathhouse, I followed his car and
parked down the street from his, and we entered the
detached single-story house. Inside, we quickly
undressed in his bedroom and sat on his queen-size.
      "That's a really long foreskin, as long as
mine," he remarked. "Can you skin it back?" Silently,
I smiled at him, grasped my cock, and slid the hood
back behind my flaring ridge.
       "I can't get mine back at all," he said.
      "How do you wash, then?" I asked.
      "I use a baby enema, and stick the nozzle into
the nipple. That's how I pump hot water in to wash."
He took a rubber bulb with a plastic tube from the
bedside table and inserted the end into his foreskin.
Holding the fleshy tube tightly on the nozzle, he
squeezed the bulb, and I saw his hood inflate with
air. When he released it, the air rushed out with a
sigh and his foreskin shrank back to usual size.
      "Have you had to use this all your life?" I
asked. "Did you ever skin it back all the way?"
      "When I was a kid I could, even though the skin
was long, but when I was about 13 my cock started
growing and the head became so big that the skin won't
stretch to slide over it. The doctor wanted to
circumcise me, but my father wouldn't let him. He said
the skin would stretch eventually and I'd be glad to
have it when I was older. Well it hasn't stretched,
and when I saw my doctor for a physical last week he
told me I absolutely must get circumcised so that I
can keep it clean. I haven't made up my mind yet, but
I don't know what else I can do."
      "Well, don't panic," I said. "I knew a guy who
had the same problem, and he solved it without getting
clipped."
      "How's that?"
"He'd found out on the Internet that in China
practically nobody is circumcised and they have other
ways of taking care of foreskin problems. Doctors put
a small balloon inside a tight foreskin, then blow it
up gradually to stretch it. He tried it, and found
that his foreskin stretched enough in a few weeks."
      "Didn't he have to take the balloon out to pee?"
Ted asked.
      "Sure. He carried several balloons with him, and
a small hand pump, so that he could replace the
balloon whenever he had to. He kept one inside his
foreskin 24 hours a day. It didn't take up much room,
and it made it look like his cock-head was a little
bigger, that's all."
      "Where did he get the stuff?"
       "I think he got the balloons and pump at a toy
store. He used the small cylindrical balloons that fit
right inside the nipple part of his foreskin. The
first time, he pumped in enough air to stretch the
nipple, but not enough to hurt. Over the weeks, he
just pumped up the balloon further until he had his
hood stretched out the diameter of his cock-head."
      "Well, it's worth a try," said Ted, relief
obvious in his voice. Talking about cocks had made us
both hard, and now he reached over to skin my prick
back.
      "Mind if I do you?" he asked. I really like
playing with a hood that skins back, especially a long
one like yours." His fingers gently moved my tight
hood back and forth over the swollen head, giving me
pleasant sensations. I clasped his prick,
concentrating on squeezing the bulge that was near the
end. As I pinched the end, I felt his glans slide back
under the sleeve of skin.
      "I love the smell of your cock," he said. "Nice
and clean, and really aromatic." Ted stopped for a
minute, and got a couple of towels and some glycerin
for lubrication. He spread a towel between us, and
resumed stroking me.
      "Want direct action on your tip, or are you too
sensitive?" he asked.
      "My tip used to be super-sensitive when I was
your age, but now I can rub it directly," I replied,
and watched him retract my long hood and lock it
behind the flaring ridge before pouring some glycerin
on its rounded dome. The slippery liquid felt warm,
and when Ted's fingers began playing on the sensitive
surface, I gasped. The ridges on his fingertips, only
slightly masked by the viscous liquid, produced
intense sensations that made me quiver in delight. I'd
experienced this type of stimulation before, and it
never failed to produce a quick and powerful orgasm.
      Now Ted gazed into my eyes as his left hand
steadied my cock while the fingertips of his right
hand played over the swollen glans, always hitting a
different spot so as not to tire the nerve endings. He
was an expert, and I knew I'd be blowing my load
within seconds. I was gasping with the sensations,
expecting orgasm any second, but it still eluded me
because my body wasn't quite ready.
      I felt my cock becoming hotter and more
engorged, until the head was ready to explode.
Involuntarily, my eyes closed and I withdrew into my
own little world of exquisite sensation. Then my
cock-root began pumping what seemed like gallons of
cream up my cock. The first gush burned as it poured
out of my tip, spilling over to wet Ted's fingers. I
fell back on the bed, helpless as waves of intense
sensations overwhelmed me. My world shrank to my
pulsing cock, now pouring gush after gush of hot fluid
as I writhed in joy. I don't know how long it lasted,
but after a while I realized that it was over, and
that Ted's fingers were merely holding my cock and no
longer stimulating the head.
      "That was quite a load," I heard him say. "I
noticed you're a dribbler, not a shooter." He was
right. During recent years, I hadn't often shot a jet,
as the cream merely poured from my tip in thick
streams. Subjectively, though, my orgasms felt more
intense.
      "I don't know if I'm a shooter or dribbler," he
continued. "I never saw myself come. When I come, the
juice just oozes from my nipple." That was
understandable. If he'd never been able to retract his
foreskin, any load he shot would have been caught by
the skin and would have oozed out.
      "That was a terrific orgasm," I said as I rolled
up the towel that had caught all my juice and wiped
the end of my prick. "Now it's your turn and I'm going
to do something to you that works only on a prick with
a foreskin. Just lie back and enjoy the ride." I
spread another towel over Ted's stomach and began
rolling his prick between the palms of my hands. This
rotated his foreskin clockwise, then
counter-clockwise, creating pressure, friction, and
stretching the nerve endings at the same time. From
having done it to others, and having had it done to
me, I knew this would bring on a hot and powerful
orgasm within a minute at most.
      As I rolled his prick between my palms, I saw
his balls come up tight against his body. Through the
fleshy sleeve, I felt the core of his cock swell and
harden even more. Ted's breathing became labored under
the rush of sensations. His eyes closed, just as mine
had, as he withdrew into himself.
      His stomach muscles began contracting
spasmodically and his legs twitched as his arousal
increased. Ted groaned "AH-AH-AH" in time with my
strokes, then cried out in rapture as the blissful
violence of orgasm overwhelmed him. I felt his cock
pulse hard between my palms, and white juice began
oozing from the end of his long nipple and onto the
towel. He was writhing under my touch for at least
half a minute as his body emptied itself. I watched
with satisfaction as Ted drained his balls, then
relaxed as I stopped stimulating him. His eyes opened.
      "Thanks. That was really beautiful."
      "I couldn't have done that to you if you didn't
have a foreskin," I said. "That's one good reason you
should keep your hood. Get it cut off and your
enjoyment won't be the same." We went to sleep in each
other's arms, and I left the next morning. I'd given
Ted my phone number, and he kept in touch during the
two weeks until my next trip. Ted bought balloons and
a small pump, and kept an inflated balloon inside his
nipple 24 hours a day, removing it only to pee and to
wash.
      When I showed up at his door two weeks later, he
was wearing only shorts, which he quickly dropped to
eagerly show me his cock. As I undressed, he
explained:
      "It's amazing how the skin loosened up. It's not
totally loose yet, but I bet I can skin it back now."
His cock was still limp, and I saw him stretch the
long nipple back over the soft glans until it snapped
into the deep groove behind his ridge. Now his
cock-head began swelling, return blood flow restricted
by the tourniquet-like action of the ring of foreskin,
and soon his foreskin was locked behind the head and
he was showing distress.
"Gee, that's uncomfortable," he said. "I can't get the
skin forward again. The doctor warned me this might
happen and I'd have to go to the emergency room."
      "Don't panic," I said. "I've seen that before,
too, and I can show you how to take care of it."
Grasping Ted's prick, I began squeezing the head with
three fingers, forcing the blood out of it. When it
was shrunken down enough, I wrapped the thumb and
index finger of my other hand around his foreskin and
pulled it forward. I saw him relax visibly, relief
obvious on his face.
      That evening, after dinner, we had a long and
sensual mutual foreskin stroking session that lasted
over an hour, ending with big, blasting orgasms that
stunned us.    Leaving for home the following day, I
told Ted, I'd be back in about a month.
      Five weeks later, Ted opened the door wearing
nothing but a smile on his face. I saw the tied-off
end of a balloon sticking out of his cock nipple,
which was now as wide as his head. In the bedroom, he
slid the balloon out of his hood, and I saw that the
nipple was now loose enough to slide back over the
ridge of his cock-tip and forward again without
binding. Both our cocks were swelling, and I noted
that his glans came to full erection without distress.

      "Now that your tip's out, I can do the same for
you that you did for me that first time," I suggested.
I saw his cock-head was purple, like mine, and had
swollen to the same helmet shape. Erect, with skins
retracted, both our pricks were about six inches,
although my shaft was a bit thicker than his. Ted
arranged a large towel one the bed and lay back as I
poured glycerin over his domed glans. His fingers
clasped my penis as I began working my fingertips over
his ultra-sensitive surface. Ted's hand gently worked
my foreskin up and down in long slow strokes as I
continued to caress his purple helmet.
       "That's really sensitive," he said, and he
seemed to be wincing with every light stroke I took on
his tip.
      "Just relax," I replied. "I know it's very
sensitive, but concentrate on relaxing. Let the
sensations come to you. You'll have the most intense
orgasm of your life tonight."
       "Okay. Go ahead. It feels so good. I never felt
anything like it before." I continued to stroke his
shining purple tip lightly as I said:
      "Now you know how good I felt when you did that
to me." I saw his body tense as I continued, and
within a few seconds his stomach muscles were
contracting spasmodically. His legs twitched and
jerked, and a loud cry escaped from his lips. I felt
his fist contract around my cock, and knew that this
time, I wasn't going to last a second longer than he
did. I was so aroused from watching Ted's excitement
mount that I was ready to come, and now I saw his
balls tight against his body as he prepared to expel
his juices.
      I wrapped my fist around his heavily lubricated
glans and gave a hard twist that set him off. Ted
cried out in joyful agony as he went over the edge,
and as his cock throbbed in my hand I saw a long white
jet curve up and onto his chest. More shot onto his
stomach. His fist squeezed my cock as he came, and my
cock-root responded with a powerful spasm that almost
made me pass out with its intensity. I collapsed on
top of him as my fist continued to twist around his
throbbing glans. We were both in the free-fall of
orgasm, blissfully groaning in pleasure, although an
eavesdropper might have thought we were being
tortured.  When it was over, I pointed to the puddle
on his chest, and said:
      "See? You're definitely a shooter!"

The end