I guess the grass is greener on the other side.
I was circumcised at birth, and have always resented it. Don't get me wrong-my circumcised penis has given me a lot of pleasure over the years, but I am frankly jealous of those who are still configured as they were at birth.
My best friend as a kid was a neighbour boy the same age as I was. From about age six we were almost inseparable, playing together either at his house or mine. Like many boys comfortable with each other, we played a lot of naughty games, like 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours,' pulling down pants and rubbing together, stripping naked and running through the woods, etc. We sported little boners every time we did things like that. We were quite naughty!
The interesting thing to me was that he wasn't circumcised like I was. He was the first uncircumcised boy I'd ever seen (I'd seen a lot of boys in the changing room at the pool, and of course checked them out). Though I thought it was odd at first, I soon became kind of fascinated with his foreskin because it looked so different. One night when he was sleeping over, we got naked in bed like usual and were wrestling around, feeling good and naughty, when I asked him if I could take a close look at his 'thing.' He asked why, and I said I wanted to look at the skin on the end of his thing. It turns out he was embarrassed about having it, because he was different from all the other boys. I told him I thought it looked neat, and wanted to look at it more closely.
He let me, and soon I was moving it around, pulling it back to free the head, looking at how red and sensitive it looked under his skin, etc. Of course it got hard in my hand, and I got hard as well. I played with it for a long time, enjoying the discovery, and I could tell he was enjoying it too. He just lay back with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed, and I fondled him for over an hour, enjoying every minute of it.
He let me play with it any time I wanted to after that, and it didn't take long for us to discover what happened if I kept it up long enough. He would stiffen and his penis would throb, and he loved it. Then he'd play with mine and I'd experience the throbbing good feeling, though I didn't have a foreskin for him to play with. He seemed to enjoy playing with my penis as much as I enjoyed playing with his.
We did that a lot together for many years. I'd play with his foreskin until he orgasmed, and he'd return the favor. When we got to the age where we started ejaculating, I loved to hold his foreskin over the head when he came, so the semen dribbled out, and I could kind of milk his foreskin for a while until I was ready to clean him up with a tissue. I never lost my fascination with his foreskin, and we did that all through grade school, middle school, and high school, when we parted ways as I went to college and he got a job.
Both of us are now happily married, but every so often we get time alone together, and I still like to manipulate his foreskin and dream that I have one, too.