Date: Fri, 26 Apr 2013 01:29:22 -0400
From: jim north <thickcutnorth@hotmail.ca>
Subject: Uncut Step-Father

I grew up at a time and in a place where almost everyone around me was
circumcised at birth. I hadn't seen that many naked dicks, but my family,
cousins, friends, etc., all had cut cocks, so when I saw my first uncut guy
- a handsome man in his 30s - when I was 10, it was a bit of a shock. He
was my best friend's step-father and Jeff and I spent a lot of time talking
about his dad's weird penis. Although we were young, we'd already had a lot
of fun playing with each other at sleep-overs. Nothing outrageous, but a
lot of looking and touching and very innocently putting our mouths around
each others junk and just holding it in there - not sucking or licking at
all. It was the 70s and I think we were more innocent/inexperienced than
kids are nowadays. I don't know for sure, but I imagine Jeff grew up to be
straight. When we took our underwear off during these play sessions, he
always commented that my penis was 'alive' (erect), and his never was.

His step-dad, Robert, started taking us to a local sports club where he was
a member. We mostly played racquetball or tennis, but only for fun. We
would go to the locker-room and get changed, and on my first visit, I was
so shy that I did it as quickly as possible, without looking at anything
around me. We'd hit the ball around for a while, then go back to the
locker-room for a shower and usually a few minutes in the hot-tub. It was
our second visit to the club, and Jeff and I were sitting in the hot-tub
when Robert walked up completely naked and just stood there leaning on the
railing and telling us that we only had a few more minutes before we had to
leave.

I had been taught not to stare, but it was all I could do not to do just
that. I'm sure Robert's penis was average, but it looked big to me - and it
had no head! Just a bunch of loose-looking skin gathered at the end. Later
that night, Jeff and I were like, what the hell???, and tried to pull our
skin forward so our dicks looked like Robert's. I had been cut looser than
Jeff, so I had more luck with this, even with my penis being 'alive'. After
a few more weeks visiting the club I was trying to screw up the courage to
ask Robert why his penis looked so weird but just never had the nerve. My
chance finally came when my parents went away for a week in July for their
anniversary. My brother went to stay with a friend and I, of course, got to
stay at Jeff's place.

Jeff had a doctor's appointment scheduled one day that his mother took him
to and I knew this was it. Since Robert had a few bucks, he had a small
pool with a modest pool-house for changing and showering in the
backyard. He worked from home, so instead of having to go with Jeff and his
mom to the doctor's office, I was allowed to hang out at the house with
Robert. It was a gorgeous, hot day and after Jeff had left for his
appointment, Robert decided to blow off his work for the morning and
suggested we go swimming. Jeff and I were both strong swimmers and spent a
lot of time in the pool when I was there. We both wore speedo-type suits
and since I didn't have a pool, our mothers had just bought a few pairs and
Jeff and I just grabbed whatever was hanging up and dry when we walked in
the pool-house.

Because of our trips to the club, Robert and I had seen each other naked
many times by now, so it was no big deal to change together. We quickly
stripped and he pulled on a jockstrap and old-school gym shorts while I
grabbed one of the speedos that Jeff and I wore. I was dying to ask him
about his strange-looking dick but just couldn't do it then. We spent a
good hour splashing and goofing around. I had a three-inch hardon the
entire time, but if Robert noticed, he didn't say anything. I did notice
his hand occasionally making contact with my crotch as he tossed me around
the pool, I think completely unintentionally, but it just made me even
harder and more desperate to find out about his cock.

Robert finally said that he should probably try and get something done
before lunch, but that I could stay in the pool if I wanted. I innocently
said that no, I guess I'd had enough for now, so off we went to shower and
change. It was a large shower with two heads in it, and I knew this had to
be the time. We both started our showers with our suits on to get the
chlorine out of them before we hung them up to dry. My dick was still very
much 'alive' and I was a little embarrassed for him to see it but I was
also hornier than I'd ever been in my life. And at the time, I didn't even
know what the word 'horny' meant. I just knew that I wanted to stand next
to him in the shower and look at his penis. After a couple of minutes, he
peeled his shorts and jock off and hung them on a hook so I did the same
with my speedos, my smooth hard little cock pointing straight up while his
hung soft and loose from a nice bush of dark reddish-blond pubes.

As I stared at his cock, he smiled and said, "Looks like you've popped a
boner," and I giggled at the word.

"It does that a lot," I replied. "Does yours ever get like this?"

He laughed and said, "Oh, all the time! Don't worry about it. It just means
that it's working like it should and it'll come in real handy when you're
older."

We soaped up quietly for a minute before I blurted out, "Why's yours so
funny-looking?", and I could feel my face turning dark red as I said it. He
just laughed again.

"Because I wasn't circumcised when I was a baby, and yours was cut. See? If
pull my foreskin back, it looks more like yours." He proceeded to
demonstrate by pulling his skin back and forth just once, revealing a plump
purple head. This was a huge revelation to me, and I knew I had to
experience it more closely. Without asking, I reached out and touched it. I
pulled the skin back like he had done and when I let go, it slowly slid
back into place, covering the head completely. He just stood there with the
water pouring over him and I did it again. This time I pushed the skin
forward the way he had done, and then I pulled it back again, and forwards
again. As a result, Robert's uncut cock started to become much more
'alive'. He started to reach for my hand to stop me, but I pushed his hand
away and continued jerking him off. As his cock grew to its full size, I
couldn't fit my small hand around it so I used both hands to keep stroking.

I had never had an orgasm, dry or otherwise, but I knew that when I played
with my cock like this it felt really good. When I glanced up at Robert's
face, I knew it was feeling really good for him, too.

"Where did you learn to do this?" he asked, starting to breathe more
heavily.

"I don't know. Jeff and I do it to each other and it feels good."

"You and Jeff do stuff like this with each other?"

"All the time. But don't say anything to him! It's supposed to be a
secret."

"That's okay. But this should probably be a secret, too, okay?"

"Okay. We do other stuff, too. Like putting each other's boners in our
mouths."

"You suck each other off?" Robert said, rather surprised.

"No! We don't suck them, we just put them in our mouths and hold them
there. Can I do that to you?" I bent over a little bit, skinned him back
and managed to get just the head in my mouth. He gasped and shuddered a
little before sitting down on the wooden bench in the shower. As I sat down
next to him, he pulled me off of him and pulled his foreskin forward,
covering the head.

"Stick out your tongue and lick around the skin," my best friend's
step-father said.

I bent over, opened my mouth and began tracing small circles around the
bunched-up skin at the end of his dick with my tongue and he shuddered some
more and told me it felt really good. I got more adventurous and tried
sticking my tongue in the opening. He reached down with both hands and
stretched the skin wide so that my tongue would fit in and I continued my
swirling motion inside the skin and around his big head. It was like the
prize inside a box of Cracker Jack.

I was surprised when he reached around me and started stroking my little
cut cock with his thumb and two fingers. I pulled my tongue out of his
foreskin and looked down at what he was doing. At 10-years-old, I had
almost no clue, but this felt great and I knew I wanted to go on. I looked
up into his face and he just nodded. He continued his three-finger jerk-off
of me and I went back to his cock. Licking up and down, pulling the skin
back and forth and shoving my tongue inside it, playing with his big hairy
balls. I was a natural, and when I looked up at him again, I think we both
knew it.

"I'm cumming," he said after just a couple of minutes. This was something
I'd heard of but never seen. He pushed my face away from his cock and
grabbed onto it and started jerking. He held the back of my head and
stroked his dick just inches from my face. It seemed like he wanted to push
me away but kept my head there just the same as he started to moan and then
grunt as he pulled back his skin once more and held it there. Hot cum shot
out of his cock onto my face and chest. He jerked his dick again as more
spunk hit my face. I'd never seen someone shoot before and couldn't stop
staring (I was lucky I didn't get any in my eyes!), as Robert's cum covered
my face and chest and dribbled down into his pubes. As he started to come
down, I grabbed his dick again and carefully (even at that age, I knew to
be gentle), took his boner in my hand and licked a few drops of cum that
were dripping from his foreskin. I pushed the skin back and licked all
around his head as he shuddered and told me to stop. From that moment on, I
knew I was a cocksucker and tried it with as many guys as I could of almost
any age.

That was the only time I did anything with Jeff's step-dad, but I never
forgot it and I never said anything to Jeff about it. About a year later
there was a new kid at school who was uncut and I remember Jeff (we had
stopped fooling around by that point and he still didn't know about
foreskin), saying something to me about the new kid's dick after the first
week of gym class.

"Oh, he's uncircumcised," I said casually. "Like your step-dad. Remember?"