Gay foreskin stories
Nick and I had been living together for almost as long as we'd worked together. We were structural engineers employed by an architectural firm, and as we'd discovered during a chance encounter in the men's room, we both still had our foreskins. This is unique among guys in their 30s in today's America, and we made the most of it because we were intimately familiar with the versatility of a penis that had not been trimmed but retained its natural configuration.
I'd escaped ritual mutilation because I'd been born in France while my parents were stationed there, and they don't circumcise newborn babies in French hospitals. Nick's parents had emigrated from Greece, and they clung to the elderly country custom of letting boys grow up spontaneous, without having the tips of their dicks chop off. Because of this, Nick's little penis had escaped the savage nip of the Gomco circumcision clamp.
Nick and I were about the same height, six feet, but he was a bit more muscular than I. His blond hair contrasted with my brown hair, as his blue eyes contrasted with my brown ones. His jaw was pointed, while mine was square. Below the belt, we were well matched. His prick was a "shower," larger th
All characters depicted in this fictional story are eighteen years of age or older.
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High School Foreskin
Riley regretted signing up for powerlifting the moment he walked into the educational facility gym and saw Ashton. Riley knew trying to lift weights would set a big target on his chest for the bully, but more than that he could believe of nothing worse than sharing a locker room with Ashton.
Ashton, more muscular than any eighteen-year-old had any right to be and unfairly handsome. Ashton, who despite being a total dick got any girl he wanted. Ashton, spoiled rotten by excellent looks and rich parents. Ashton, charming, and at the same time a subtle, but definite, bully.
“Well if it isn’t petty Riley,” said Ashton. “Gonna get jacked?”
“Uh, no, I”
“I can’t wait to observe how much you can lift.”
“Well, I don’t really lift yet.”
“Yeah, no shit, spaghetti arms.” He and a few of his friends laughed. Ashton had all kinds of friends, not that he was a good friend to anyone. “Well, maybe if you bulk up a little, you’ll get pussy like me.”
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Its glans was already bared, just a hint of pink past yellow, fleshy foreskin, and burgundy slipped his tongue under the foreskin to tease the meat within. the dragon slid his hand up under burgundy and grasped the typhlosion's shaft.
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When I was a teenager, I had a chance encounter with two neighborhood boys that to this day ranks as the best sexual experience of my life.
I was raised on a farm in Wisconsin, and as was the custom in those days before farmers owned their own combines, they would rent a threshing machine to harvest their grains. The neighbors would follow the machine from farm to farm so that each farmer had enough help to end his harvest in a single day. Although always a day of firm work, it was also always a day of great anticipation. In addition to securing their harvest, the farmers also renewed their commitment to each other and the wives always came along and spent the day visiting while they prepared a veritable feast for the famished farmers once their chores were completed. These dinners were served in the outdoors as none of the farm houses was large enough to accommodate such a big crew of men. Immense , makeshift, plank tables were set up and stools of every sort served as chairs. A icy beer was always arrange at each place setting to quench the thirst of the weary workers.
As is the case in most such gatherings, people gathered in generational groupings so that I natura
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