Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2000 14:21:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Stuart Hamilton <kubwasana98@yahoo.com>
Subject: CIRCUMCISED AND SHOOTING

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This true account was first published exclusively in
"Circumcised or Uncut" on Vicinities.com.  The
copyright is the author's, 2000.

CIRCUMCISED AND SHOOTING
Cut guy with camera takes foreskin photos...
By kubwasana98@yahoo.com


"I'm at the station," said the voice on the telephone
above the background din of scurrying passengers.
"Okay. I'll be with you in five minutes. What are you
wearing?" I asked.
"Black T-shirt, black jeans and carrying my mobile."
"Be there in five minutes. Just wait at the door of
the Supermarket on the main platform."
I'd made contact with Dave after seeing his notice
posted on the web seeking somebody to take some photos
of him with a digital camera. He would be happy to
pose providing he could have copies e-mailed from the
computer.
It occurred to me only as I walked down to the train
station that despite having bought the camera some
months ago I had taken only one selection of
photographs. Although they had come out unexpectedly
well I realised that whilst I had taken care to
re-charge the batteries I had completely forgotten how
to use it - apart from clicking the vital button.
Well, it's all quite straightforward. Can't envisage
any problem there!
What would Dave look like? The encounter could be
possibly mildly embarrassing, but I could always
resort to the original deal - that I had merely agreed
to take a handful of pics and that nothing else was
implied.
When I sauntered towards the supermarket door - there
was the guy in his black T-shirt and Jeans, belly
hanging over the belt,  the owner of just the few
remaining strands of hair combed across his shining,
rapidly-balding head.
Wasn't it just my luck?.  Not to worry, though. This
would b e a very rapid photographic session.
"Hi." I said, managing a smile, "Are you waiting to
meet K?"
The guy was slightly startled. "No," he responded,
taken aback at being approached by a total stranger,
"I'm waiting for my wife."
"Sorry. Wrong person."
Maybe Dave had gone to the door on the opposite wall
that led into the store from outside the statiion. So
I walked through and checked out that entrance. All
was quiet. Nobody waiting at all.
It was after returning to the other door that a young
man sauntered past whispering into a mobile - and
wearing black T-shirt with black jeans.  COULD it be?
As he looked up and caught my eye, he smiled. "You
K?".
I was both relieved and delighted.
As we walked home he explained that he was bi, had a
young son who now lived with the wife from whom he was
separated. The thought that he had conceived a child
slipping his cock in and out of that juicy vagina
before shooting a massive load of cream made him
doubly attractive. The thought was erotic.
He was slightly shorter than my own six feet. He might
not have deserved the description of "hunk" but he had
the lean, tightly muscular tennis-player build that
appeals to me.
As we had a brief introductory conversation, I was
looking down at his crotch trying to "read" it  as I
always do. I'm a compulsive "reader".  I can usually
detect whether the cock is packed in the pouch of a
pair of briefs or hanging loose down the legs of a
pair of boxers. I look carefully for the hint of that
even, rounded ridge that indicates not only the way
the cock is lying but whether it is circumcised. I
turn on to the sight of a well-defined glans outlined
in a guy's pants.
There was no visible ridge so I surmised that he was
carrying foreskin.
 Once back in the house we went straight to the
bedroom, the natural "background" for taking pictures
of this kind.
"Make yourself comfortable, " I said, pointing vaguely
to the bed. "Feel like a lager?"
"Great, man!" he responded eagerly. "Already had a
couple with some buddies but it's so hot tonight ain't
it?"
"I like it that way," I responded as I left the room
to go down to the fridge.
Lying back on the bed tipping our cans of lager from
time to time he  talked about his family background,
his interest in expanding sexual horizons., and his
work as a train driver.
"I'll go and get the camera," I said eventually.
It took me only a minute to take it out of the
cupboard, removing it from its protective case. Even
though it was such a short time when I walked back
into the bedroom he was totally naked and completely
at ease.  I realised once again how neat the body was.
Not an inch of surplus fat anywhere yet by no means
skinny. In short - it was tempting!  I'm not going to
fantasise here by telling tell you the cock was meaty
enough to feed a hungry family of six, but again it
was neat and attractive and likely to become even more
so when it hardened up. Even a flaccid cock can be
highly erotic.  This one certainly was.  The foreskin
which was long enough to hide the lip of the glans had
automatically slipped right back from the head to
reveal the glint of the PA - the shining ring through
the cockhead. The light caught the other projecting
from his ball-sac and one piercing his left nipple.
"Any more metalware hidden around?" I asked jokingly.
"Slowly, he fully extended his glistening tongue into
which a small silver ball had been inserted into the
furrow.  Fuck it! My cock began to swell, well
disguised and held in control by my white briefs.
I decided we'd start easy.
"For a start let's go with these white shorts." I
suggested. He pulled them on, whilst I stretched out
face upward on the floor.
"Stand over me," I instructed, "with your legs apart,
the cock and balls hanging down the leg on one side."
He obeyed willingly, pulling up one leg of the shorts
slightly so the balls could clearly be seen, a nicely
rounded pair of orbs hanging below the uncircumcised
penis, where the foreskin had rolled back into folds
behind the cockhead.
"Look down at your cock. Keep still now. Hold it!" I
commanded.
 Flash!  The first picture had been taken.
It looked good on the camera.  I re-positioned him
again, realising that we were going to end up with a
good selection of pics.  However the flash stubbornly
refused to operate on the second pose.
"Fuck it!" I said. "And I can't even find the
instruction booklet."
"Don't worry. I think the flash isn't working. The
camera can see automatically there's already enough
light in this room. Let's just carry on."
We did.
We got some good poses removing the shorts with cock
and balls lolling  over the fly at the bottom of the
zip - as if they were an extending an invitation - to
suck them. Then, seated at the bottom of the bed, legs
on the floor, he lay backwards straight out on his
back, legs apart revealing the full glory of his
crotch pulling apart from below the cheeks of his ass
to display the shaved, tempting hole.
"These are going to be good, I reckon," I remarked.
"Now I think we'll have a couple looking down towards
the cock from just behind your head.   As I said this
I had climbed on to the bed and made my way to a
position a little behind his head. It was making my
tight jeans uncomfortable, so I quickly slipped them
off.
"I think we'll get it hard again at this stage," I
said. He made no move - an open invitation for me to
lend a hand - which I gladly did. The moment I touched
it the cock sprang into life again, the foreskin
sliding down by the balls pulling tightly on the head
to make it swell into an impressive shining purple
mushroom  I gently moved the skin slowly up an down a
little. The glans hardened yet more.  The cock had now
extended telescopically into an unexpected length of
manmeat. The foreskin had virtually disappeared so
tight was the shaft of the instrument he kept in the
warmth between his legs.
As I took in this erotic sight I was delighted
suddenly to feel a hand moving up my leg, pushing into
my briefs and easing out my own hard-headed and
swollen cock.  He was fingering gently round the glans
rim giving me a delicious sensation which - I noticed
- also made his own cock twitch against his belly in a
series of jerks and slaps.
By this time I had put down the camera, whilst he had
moved his head upwards, using it in a series of long
slow moves to allow his wet hot mouth to climb the
length of my cock time and time again, his wet lips
caressing the veined shaft to convert my dick into a
rigid totem pole topped by its hard, big-slitted
circumcised head.
I doubled over to move into a 69 position.  I pulled
up his foreskin slowly to cover the tip of my tongue
which busily occupied itself in fucking the funnel of
foreskin  With the pressure growing within my own
root, I became fully turned on, accommodating the
total length of his dick in my my mouth and throat,
savouring the occasional gentle clicking of the PA on
my teeth as I manoeuvred up and down his generous
cockmeat.  He was turned on, too, moans and sighs of
delight gurgling up from the depths of his throat when
the gentle but regular fucking movements of my cock
would allow it.  It was an exciting sound, blending
with the crackling schlurp of saliva flowing out of
his mouth and running down his chin, set flowing by
the relentless cocksliding, the head slithering in and
out, in and out. I paused briefly with the application
of tongue treatment to the cock to wet one long
finger. After doing so, I began lapping at the
sensitive seam linking his balls to his ass which
served to increase the volume of his moans.
"Oh fuck!"  He could just manage to gasp out the word
in distorted, strangled tones between the relentless
insertions of my rigid meat.
By the time I reached his ass he was squirming in
delight  - vainly struggling to express the exquisite
sexual feelings he was experiencing through mouthfuls
of the swollen circumcised cock he was so greedily
devouring.  He tried even harder as I uncapped his
cockhead, inserted his dick into my own mouth once
more, simultaneously tickling his anus with the wet
finger. Tight though it was it slowly opened to gave
my finger admission.  Still sucking, I inserted a
different finger into my mouth, moving this
newly-lubricated one to his hole. It slid in without
much resistance from his pucker hole until its full
length was deep in his warm enclosure.  I intensified
the sucking and began a slow-speed fingerfucking,
plunging deep into the moist warm depths of his
bowels, easing out as far as the sphincter only to
return to invade his inside again and again and again.
In his clenchings of delight he wasn't alone.  He
might have been the owners of a foreskin but Dave knew
how to suck circumcised. His tongue was already
swirling round the dickhead but he now brought into
play the piercing on his tongue, rolling it round and
round the ridge of my corona until I felt it was near
to bursting.  He too, was in sexual ecstasy.  The
prostate I had been massaging by finger was hard as
hell, the cock was moving into a series of occasional
spasms, the huge vein down the centre of the dick
taking on the rigidity of a steel rod.  The uncapped
head was swollen to its full extent;  his hips heaving
slowly up and down sent me the message he was about to
shoot. Keeping the finger mobile in its massaging of
the gland, I increased the suction on the cock,
thrusting my tongue tip into the slit and massaging
the whole top, flicking at the PA that pierced the
sensitive corona of his uncircumcised meat. .  My
other hand, meanwhile, was making a series of pinches
and twists on the ring through his left nipple to
which the response was an increase in the undulating
movements of his muscular body.   His legs were
tightly stretched, the muscles full-blooded and taut
as if he were tryingto pressurise the rich cream up
through his loins to jet in delicicious splats through
his uncircumcised member, its head cleared of every
trace of foreskin that might hinder the delivery.  He
was about to cum.  Moving my mouth, I did so just in
the split second before his babymaker  erupted into a
series of violent spasms - thrusting jets of thick
white juice into the air to land with a succession of
spattering sounds on his belly and extending even as
far as his own face.
  "Aaaah!  Oh, fuuuuuck! Oh, man that's fucking great.
 Yeah!  Yeah! Yeah!" His orgasm seemed endless as his
cockhead swelled, shot out another arc of jism, only
to explode again to keep his fountain of semen
squirting.
Eventually his breathing slowed down. The semen slowly
dribbled from his mouth to trail a warm river down his
face,  yet more rivulets from the pools of spunk lying
on his chest also losing some of the rich albumen
thickness to trickle in a warm flow down the sides of
his stomach to the blue towel covering the bed

+++++++++++

What a great introduction to photography.  But not a
TOTAL success. It was only when we had both showered
down and exchanged a few words we discovered that only
the one picture taken with the aid of the flash had
been successful.
His reaction?:  "Fuck it. Don't worry too much,
though. I'll come back and we'll do it all over
again,"
His horizon-broadening experiments added to the
problems of finding a suitable new flat kept him too
busy for the next few weeks. But he e-mailed me
eventually to say he'd like to meet up. Would it be
okay to come round again.
I didn't even have to give it much thought before
answering!
The one good picture from the session stays in "my
documents" - the cockhead hanging enticingly down his
left leg, foreskin retracted behind the ridge of his
bulbous corona through which the PA glitters - almost
a miniature neon sign saying  "suck here".