Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 08:08:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Foreskin Envy, Part 1, Young Friends

Foreskin Envy, Part 1
By Jackinnm1@yahoo.com

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     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. That extra length is to allow for
growth."

     "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," she said.

     "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 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 his son." The doctor
dropped the subject.

     Pinching the end when I peed did stretch and loosen it, though, and by
the time I was eight I was able to pull it back, exposing 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.

     Around that time my parents got divorced, and I never saw my mother
again because she didn't want any custody or visitation rights. This was
all right with me. My mother and father had had many problems between them
and I found that our home was more peaceful after she'd departed.

     My father and I were very casual about nudity in the house, and we
often saw each other naked. I saw how his big purple helmet hung at the end
of his shaft without the protective skin, and saw that he often gazed
enviously at my prick.  At times, he'd tweak my foreskin, saying that I was
lucky to still have it, as his had been stripped from his prick at birth.

     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.

     Jerry was looking enviously at my prick, and I'm sure he was wishing
his foreskin hadn't been amputated. He certainly was curious about how my
prick worked.

     "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 and it's bound to
cause him problems later. 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 chemically-induced 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. The splint on my arm was only a slight
inconvenience, and in a month I was healed and didn't need it any more.

     One of my classmates, Jimmy, hadn't been cut at birth, and during a
routine physical the doctor persuaded his mother to have him circumcised,
telling her that as he'd do it under general anesthesia, he'd be totally
unaware and wouldn't feel any pain. Jimmy told me that, although he didn't
feel the pain of the surgery itself, when he had to urinate the hot salty
urine soaking the bandage stung when it hit the fresh wound. He also found
that his newly-exposed glans touching his underwear was so sensitive that
the contact was painful. The cut line healed, and over the ensuing weeks
his glans lost its glossy texture and became dry and leathery like those on
other cut boys. It became much less sensitive, and now touching his penis
didn't produce the pleasant sensation it had before the operation.

     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 my
side. I was gasping and 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 tingly 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 my 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."

Continued in Part 2.