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"Kurt Was My First Foreskin "
I HAVE NO TRAUMA about being cut, but have always been attracted to uncut men. I am five-ten, brown hair, blue eyes, and ever since I saw my first uncut cock, I have been fascinated by foreskin. I like to play with the skin, to slide it back and forth, and to see the sensitive head underneath being exposed. I had a job in the college locker room handing out towels and there was this one tall twenty-year-old blond who possessed the most beautiful uncut cock I ever saw. The very first uncut cock I ever saw, in fact. He was six feet tall, about 160 pounds, well-built, tanned and muscled. Having been circumcised as a baby, I couldn't help noticing Kurt. He would smile at me as he walked by to get his towel and I think he sensed I was watching him. I also think he sensed why. I would smile back at him, but didn't dare anything more. Oh, to actually smell and taste a foreskin, I thought !
One day, I had to stay late to wait for the baseball team to arrive from an out-of-town practice game. The scenery there was almost as good as Kurt, though all were cut. I sat in a corner of the towel cage and read a book while waiting. After a short while, I looked up to see Kurt looking at me. He asked me why I was there so late and I said that I had to wait for the baseball team, as I was the only one around to keep the place open. He stayed late to swim some extra laps, and told me that his left shoulder was sore -- would I rub some liniment into it? I got the liniment and the key to the training room and we used the massage table in there. Kurt was wearing only a towel. He took it off and climbed nude onto the table. He lay on his stomach so I could massage the shoulder. "Ah, that feels good," he said as I began to rub the liniment into his shoulder. He then asked me if I would mind also massaging his legs. He said they were also somewhat sore and could use some liniment. I was happy to comply. His body and muscles were beautiful. Especially his rounded athlete's ass, which I was very tempted to touch.
After a few minutes of massage just below his butt, I asked him if he wanted me to massage the front of his legs as well. He said "okay" and turned over. I couldn't help but again notice his gorgeous uncut cock. It was about seven inches long, the foreskin just covering the head. It was still flaccid. I got a hard-on looking at it. The extra skin was so sexy. I began to massage the front of his legs. I saw his cock rise slightly, but pretended not to notice. I'm sure Kurt saw my hard-on in my gym pants, though. I put liniment on my hands and began rubbing it on his chest and arms. His eyes were closed and he didn't seem to resist. "Oh," he said, "you massage so well!" I replied that there was one thing I hadn't massaged yet. With that, I put my hand around his nearly erect cock, retracted the slick foreskin, and placed his cock into my mouth. I began to massage the head with my tongue. He said, "Ahh, that's heavenly!" I knew it was. Kurt told me to make sure the door was locked. I was sure there was no one else around, but checked the door. It was locked. We were alone. I returned to Kurt's fleshy uncut cock, which was fully hard by now. I retracted the foreskin to look at the glistening pink glans underneath. There was only a hint of smegma. It smelled so wonderful. I licked the damp underside of the glans ever so slightly, which sent him into ecstasy. I then pulled the skin forward to cover the head, then back to expose it again. The skin was so much fun to play with -- it would almost completely cover the head when pulled down. Kurt moaned every time I would retract him: I was masturbating the head with the skin I enjoyed just pushing the skin back and forth over the knob, as it was so loose and retractable on his penis, even erect. There are some things that can be done to an uncut cock that simply can't be done with a cut cock. I should know. The end of the skin seemed especially sensitive to him and I made sure to lick it as I bathed his uncut glory with the spit from my tongue. I nibbled on the skin over the head for a while, trying to pinch it shut over the tip of the glans with my teeth. I would bring the foreskin progressively forward with my lips and tongue. I could almost make it close, but just couldn't quite. The skin needed to be about a centimeter longer. I was about to cum in my tented jockstrap at this. I licked into his pee-slit and then under the skin over the head. Kurt moaned again. The taste was incredible, mostly pre-cum, but some traces of smegma farther back.
It was so delicious. I continued to tongue his greasy knob. He loved it. I pulled a little on his balls, gently rolling them together. They were sweaty. I then placed Kurt's uncut cock all the way down my throat, the skin forward, but slowly peeling back over the head as it tra- versed the curve of my food tube. His dick was about eight inches erect, and throbbing. I knew he needed release. I flicked the underside of his foreskin with my tongue near the base of his penis, about at mid-shaft, and let my teeth lightly scrape along the top of the thick skin, gently tugging it back and forth over the head at the rear of my mouth. With two or three strokes of my head in this manner on his dick, he finally came. Too soon for me, however. I could have explored on that wondrous thing for two whole lifetimes or more. He was hot. Loads and loads of sweet uncut cream gushed into my mouth from his spurting dick and I swallowed it like a young calf. The slight smegmal odor I got a whiff of along with the cum made it even better. Kurt's cock grew soft in my mouth, and I teased it all with my lips and tongue, running my tongue in through the slackened tip of overhang when he was fully covered again and locking the oozing cum still coming from the peehole. Even though Kurt was my first foreskin, I knew just what to do with all that bundle of skin. I could imagine what I would want done with it if I had it.
If I only did. Kurt wanted to massage me. I took off all my clothes. My cock bounced up out of my jock when I took it off and I lay on my back. He gave me a short massage, but seemed eager to get to my cock. I reached over and pinched the end of his foreskin shut several times as he rubbed the liniment into my body. The soft, large head felt so irresistible to my touch beneath the heavy skin. Kurt got to my cock. It was harder than hard and about seven inches. I was cut at birth. "You are cut like most of the guys here," he said. I told him yes, that I was, but that I admired his uncut cock since I first saw it. He said he thought I did, as those stares are not very easy to hide. Kurt took my cock into his mouth and speedily brought me to the point of no return. He sucked on my cut head as I lay on the table, and he licked at the scarred underside of my cock. He was standing right next to my side and I played with his semi-flaccid foreskin, pulling it as far down over the head as possible and then putting a finger inside the opening of this "nipple" to rub against the wet end of his knob. To feel inside the skin and to actually touch inside the skin while I was being blown by this sexy uncut stud made my orgasm even wilder for me. I must have shot a bucket. Kurt took all my cum and swallowed it happily. From then on, I eagerly looked forward to the evenings when the baseball team had a late game and Kurt stayed late to swim. I gave him and his skin many more fabulous massages before we both graduated. I also gave "liniment" massages to other jocks while at that job in college, too. I had two other uncuts. One black and one Puerto Rican. Both were later transfers to the baseball team and loved their foreskins. So did I!!!