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Tight Foreskin Club
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Posted on: 14 Apr 2005
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by Jackinnm I’d met a couple of guys through Internet contacts, but never a group. When I joined the Tight Foreskin Club, I found that half a dozen lived in my area, and when I contracted one of them via e-mail he told me they had regular meetings at his home. When he invited me to the next one I gladly accepted. I drove to his house one Saturday morning to find several other cars in his driveway. Inside, he introduced me to the others as we removed our clothes and sat ourselves in a small circle. To my immediate left was Jim, whose prick was much like mine, big helmet head hidden by a long fleshy hood that formed a nipple beyond the glans. Next to him was Andy, who had a thin tapering prick without any outline of the head visible. Jerry, our host, sat opposite me and the outline of a big mushroom shaped head was visible under a thin tight foreskin that formed a tiny tight pucker at the end, sealing off the glans from view. Next to Jerry was Mike, who had a small shaft and about two inches of slack and wrinkled foreskin dangling in front of the outline of the small head. On my immediate right was Sam, whose meaty prick was the largest of the group, with a thick fleshy foreskin that hugged the glans tightly but allowed a view of his slit through the small opening at the end. Jerry opened the meeting: “We have a new member today, Jack, who just heard of us this week. Welcome to the Tight Foreskin Club, Jack. Here, we learn about each other’s foreskins and how to handle and play with them. Tell us, can you retract your foreskin? Stand up and show us.” I stood, holding my prick for all to see, acutely conscious of my tight scrotum that contrasted with the low hangers the others had. “My foreskin’s long,” I began, “giving me about an inch of nipple beyond the end of the head. I can skin it back, and always do when I urinate.” I demonstrated by drawing my hood back all the way to expose the head right down to the rim. “Does it go back any farther?” Jim asked from my right. “Can you show us the groove behind your rim?” Without a word, I pulled back harder, and all eyes were fixed on my fleshy hood as it slid back over the rim and exposed the deep groove behind it. My prick was beginning to swell from the attention and the handling. “That’s a nice head on it,” commented Sam. “You’ve got a beautiful rim surrounding the head.” “I like that purple color,” added Jerry. “That looks really sexy.” “Does your skin normally go back when you get hard, or does it cover the head?” asked Andy, fingering his own prick as he spoke. “Normally it stays over the head,’ I answered, demonstrating by flicking my foreskin forward to encase the swelling helmet. “I can easily slide it back, though, soft or hard.” “Then you don’t really have a tight foreskin,” said Mike. “It’s tight, all right,” said Jerry. Even though he can skin it back, you noticed how it hugs the head. Even now when he’s hard, the end’s a tight pucker, and you can’t see his slit when it’s all the way forward.” “Well, it’s not as tight as yours, Jerry,” answered Mike. “You can’t skin it back at all.” “I always wondered how you keep it clean if it won’t go back,” commented Andy. At this Jerry stood and motioned us to follow him into the bathroom, where he held his prick over the sink. “I’ll show you guys how I do it,” he said as he extracted a baby enema from the medicine cabinet. This was s rubber bulb about the size of a baseball with a nozzle protruding from one end. “I fill it with warm water first,” he continued, adjusting the taps until the water was to his satisfaction and squeezing the bulb to expel air. “Now I fill it, just like this. Now that it’s full I’ll slip the end into my foreskin. You can see how the nozzle’s small enough to fit into the tight opening.” He squeezed the bulb. “Man, look at the way the skin swells,” Andy said. “That’s really stretching it, just like when I pee in the shower and pinch the end of mine shut.” As he spoke, a stream of water leaked past the opening of Jerry’s foreskin and dribbled into the sink. “That’s how it works, guys,” Jerry explained. “One good shot of water and it cleans everything out from under there.” “Does it always get hard when you do that?” Mike asked. “No, not usually, but this time with all you guys watching with your dicks hanging out, I got excited.” He turned as he spoke, pointing his prick at the group crowded tightly in his bathroom. “Looks like you could use a hand,” suggested Sam. “Jack’s the guest of honor here because he’s the new member, but if he doesn’t mind, I could use a hand.” “I don’t mind. I’ll even be glad to help you any way I can,” I said. “Our usual practice is to stimulate the other guy in the way you like best. That gives us all a new thrill because the unfamiliar sensations are pretty exciting,” Jerry replied. “How do you like to do yourself?” “I usually skin it back and forth but that won’t work with your prick,” I replied. “Another thing I like to do is squeeze the head. That makes my cock-root throb.” “That sounds good. Go ahead and do me,” Jerry said. I grasped the bulbous front end of his prick and began squeezing the big mushroom between thumb and forefinger. I felt an immediate response, his prick throbbing between my fingers as the shaft bobbed up and down. “That’s really doing it for me,” Jerry said, enjoying the new sensations. “What I’m doing is stimulating your bulbo-cavernal reflex in the root of your prick,” I explained. “This works with most guys. It’ll get you hard if you’re not, and can bring you very close to coming. I never saw a guy come from that alone, though. I’ll probably have to do something else to bring you off.” “I don’t know what you’ll be able to do, Jack,” Mike said. “That big mushroom head of his fills the tight skin fully, and you can’t skin it back and forth because the opening’s too tight.” “Can you palm me?” Jerry asked. “You know what I’m talking about?” “I know exactly what you mean,” I answered. “A buddy used to do that to me, and it always gave me a really hot orgasm.” I released his prick and encased the end between my palms, moving them slowly from side to side to twist his tight sheath around the hard swollen head. “Rotating Jerry’s skin that way always gets him off quick,” Sam added. “Jerry’s tip’s really sensitive.” “Oh, yeah, my tip’s very sensitive,” Jerry said. “It’s always covered, and I can’t even get the skin back when it’s soft, so the head stays protected all the time.” His eyes closed as he spoke and sharp spasms began to wrack his body as he turned back towards the sink. I stayed on his right side, my hands continuing to work his foreskin in the twisting motion that was bringing him close to the peak. “Watch him come,” Mike said. “He’s going to blow any second, because he’s got a firecracker glans.” “He doesn’t shoot like most guys. That skin stops the jets from shooting out.” Jerry’s prick was very hard between my palms, and I wondered if his mushroom glans was becoming darker. The head had swelled noticeably as I brought him closer to the brink. He gripped the edge of the sink convulsively as Sam moved in close to his left side and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Jerry sometimes collapses when he comes, but only if he’s standing up like now,” Sam explained. Jerry was grunting hard as I increased my pace, twisting his foreskin with opposite movements of my palms. “You’re really giving him hot sensations,” Mike said. “You’re not only stimulating his tip, but that twisting action on his skin‘s really stretching its nerve endings.” Jerry’s loud grunts filled the small room as he drew closer to the moment of release, and his legs were trembling as he stood on tip-toe. The skin of his prick was tightly stretched, distended by the bulk of his rock-hard, throbbing prick. Jerry gave a loud grunt and began crying out helplessly as his prick jerked in my hand, and then jerked again. The cords in his neck stood out as his entire body tightened up with the orgasm. “Look at that thick cream,” Sam said as he held Jerry tightly. “That’s not shooting, but it’s really gushing from the end of his skin.” Jerry’s hips bucked as the orgasm overtook him, and I felt the hard throbs of his prick in my hands as it released gob after gob of white cream that dribbled into the sink. Hs breathing became ragged, and he cried out with each throb of his pulsing prick. His face was red and his lips drawn back as the orgasm raged through him. Suddenly he pushed himself away from the sink hard, pulling his prick from between my palms. Thick gobs of cream continued to gush from the tight slot at the end of his distended foreskin and I cupped my hand underneath to catch them as Jerry’s pricked jerked rhythmically with each spasm. “His dick gets really sensitive when he comes,” commented Andy. “A lot more than mine does. You just can’t touch his dick when it gets that sensitive.” My cupped palm was filling with Jerry’s juice and Mike grabbed a wad of toilet paper to catch the rest of Jerry’s discharge. He held it under the end of the still throbbing prick, careful not to touch the skin, as I rinsed my hand in the sink. “He’s going to be coming as long as his dick bobs up and down like that,” Sam advised me. “Just don’t try to touch it. He’s still out of it.” Jerry’s body was wracked by the mind-numbing sensations that blew over him like a hurricane, and his eyes were still closed, although his grunts had subsided. When he began to relax and the steady dribble from his foreskin stopped, I knew he was over it. Jerry opened his eyes and looked at me. His hand came out to grip my arm. “Thanks, Jack. That felt wonderful.” “You really blasted a load there,” I said. “It was very intense for you.” Jerry’s erection had not yet begun to subside and I noticed that the rest of us were rock-hard from watching the performance. We all seemed to have about six inches, even Sam, whose prick had lengthened only slightly as he’d become aroused. “That was partly because you were doing it to me, and partly because all you guys were watching too. It’s hotter for me if I have a friendly audience. Your technique was good, too. You have the magic touch, Jack.” A thought struck me. Any other members in this area besides the ones here?” I asked. “Two others. There’s Justin and Kyle.” “Kyle’s not really a member,” Sam corrected. “Okay, here’s how it is,” Jerry explained. “Justin’s a member because he’s got a long foreskin. Kyle’s cut, but he’s Justin’s partner so we let him come as a guest.” “Boy, is Kyle ever cut,” exclaimed Mike. “Yeah, the doctor skinned him back to the balls. He wanted to sue, but the doctor that clipped him as a baby is dead,” added Andy. “One guy in New York sued the doctor that cut him and he won. “Anyway, Kyle’s always been fascinated by foreskin, and that’s one reason he’s so attached to Justin. Justin’s skin is like yours and Jim’s, with that nipple of surplus skin at the end. He gets off watching us play with our skins, play with each other’s skins, and we even let him play with our skins when he comes,” said Sam. “I don’t mid if he strokes my dick. He worships skins.” “Yeah but since he doesn’t have one of his own, we use Intensive Care or baby oil to bring him off,” added Jerry. “It never takes long for Kyle to come because he gets so hot playing with our uncut dicks. I’ve seen him come while I was still spreading the lube on his dick.” “Well, let’s see about the rest of you guys,” Jerry said as he turned to walk from the bathroom. “We’ll do the rest on the table,” he added as he led the way to another room furnished with a massage table in the center and a small rolling cabinet with a couple of rolls of paper towels on top. “This is the set-up we usually use,” he explained to me. “One guy lies down on the table and the others work on him. We’ve got the paper towels to catch the come, and in the drawers are some bottles of lube and other stuff in case we need it.” I was impressed by the elaborate preparations devoted to facilitate the group’s sex play. “Since Jack did such a good job on Jerry, he could do Jim next,” suggested Sam, whose prick was leaking a drop of clear fluid from the end of his hood. “Jim’s cock’s a lot like Jack’s, so maybe Jack could try his technique of stroking to make him pop.” “Jack’s the guest of honor,” answered Jerry. “Why make him do all the work?” “I don‘t mind at all. I’d like the chance to handle Jim’s prick. As you said, it’s a lot like my own, and the head’s still covered even with his hard-on.” “All our heads stay covered when we get hard,” Jim explained. “That comes with a tight skin. If our skins weren’t tight, they’d slide back.” He got up on the table, hands behind his head and his legs slightly spread. “Okay, Jim, I’ll start by squeezing your tip through the skin, just like I did to Jerry.” I began the rhythmic squeezes that had worked so well on Jerry, watching his loose scrotum contract with excitement. “I’ll tickle the hairs on his balls, said Sam as he moved in beside me, his fingers lightly touching Jim’s scrotal hairs. “I’ll help too,” said Mike, who reached out to caress the insides of Jim’s thighs as Jerry began lightly twisting Jim’s nipples. They seemed well-rehearsed, knowing exactly what turned each other on. “I can feel your head getting harder,” I said to Jim as I continued to squeeze his glans through the skin. “He’s got a helmet head just like yours,” added Andy, who was running his fingers through Jim’s hair as he spoke. We continued in silence for a couple of minutes, watching Jim’s excitement mount and anticipating the inevitable finale when he’d spew his load convulsively. My hard prick was pressed up against the table, as were a couple of others, and I wondered if anyone would slide into orgasm just from being a passive participant in this hot session. “Skin him back now, so we can all see the head,” Mike suggested. “You’ll see it’s a lot like yours.” “Your prick filled out that long foreskin,” I replied to Mike. “Yeah, mine’s pretty small when it’s not hard, and it looks like it’s all foreskin. It swells a lot, though, and now it’s about as long as yours,” he said as I began easing Jim’s thick hood back along the helmet in stages. “I’m going to do him just like I enjoy doing mine,” I said as I worked the hood up and down the long glans. “I like the stretchy feeling when I slide it back over the head, a bit at a time. I just pull it back a little, then slide it up again, and Jim can feel the nerve endings stretching as it pulls back each time.” “Jim’s slit’s just like yours,” Jerry commented as I slid the foreskin back to enlarge the orifice over the dome of his helmet to reveal the hole. A large drop of clear fluid seeped from the opening, lubricating the hood. “He’s got just a slit when he’s soft, but now that the head’s swollen, it pouts like yours does.” I noticed that I’d pressed my prick hard enough against the table to make the foreskin slide back slightly, and the others had a clear view of my teardrop shaped opening. “They do look alike,” I answered as I skinned Jim’s gradually stretching hood back to the rim. Sliding it forward quickly, I continued: “I’m going to bring it back all the way now, and we’ll see his rim.” I exerted traction and the thick hood slid smoothly back, sliding against the surface of Jim’s well-lubricated glans, until it had ridden over the corona and snapped into the deep groove behind it. “Jim’s got the same upturned rim you’ve got,” Jerry said to me. “That looks so sexy,” added Mike. “I like that purple color, and the way it gets darker towards the back,” said Andy. “It’s sort of pinkish around the hole, but at the rim it’s deep purple, and the back of his rim’s almost black. Does yours get that way, Jack?” “Mine gets the same way when I’m hot,” I replied. “Now I’m going to see if Jim likes the same stroke I do. I’m going to pull back hard on his skin to stretch the nerve endings even more, then bring it up to bump the rim.” I began the stroke I’d just described, watching the effect on Jim. One immediate effect was that his breathing became heavier, with a sharp intake each time I snapped the skin back hard along the shaft. “That feels so goooood….” Jim said, becoming totally absorbed by the sensations. “The head’s getting darker, observed Andy, eyes fixed on Jim’s swollen glans. “It’s nice to keep the head exposed,” contributed Sam. “That way we can see it swell and get darker. He’s really into it now.” Jim’s breathing was heavier, and he’d begun to grunt lightly with each bump of the tight foreskin collar against the base of his helmet. Jerry reached for some paper towels and laid them on Jim’s stomach, inches from my stroking hand. “Jim’s really leaking pre-come, added Mike, observing the hot clear fluid that was pouring copiously from his tip. It flowed down to fill the groove behind the flaring corona, lubricating the skin as it came forward against the rim. Now Jim was grunting loudly, his eyes closed, and we all knew he’d be going into the spasm of climax any second. “Jim’s juice gets milky when he’s about to come,” said Andy. The steady flow from his teardrop shaped orifice had become slightly turbid, and I felt his shaft harden even more between my clasping fingers as I slid his skin collar to excite him more. Jim’s muscles had tightened visibly, and we all watched his final seconds of mounting excitement avidly. His shaft pulsed hard between my fingers as he cried out, and a long stream of thick white juice erupted from his straining glans to fall onto the paper towels. I snapped his skin back hard, increasing the tension on the nerve endings, before bring it up to encase the helmet in one smooth motion that brought another jet from his tip. “It’s got a heavy chlorine smell,” commented Mike from the opposite side of the table. His face was close to Jim’s spurting prick, as he had a front-row place to observe. I snapped Jim’s long foreskin back again towards the base of his shaft, revealing the throbbing purple glans in all its glory as it jetted once more. “He’s really shooting,” I said as I brought the foreskin up again to enclose the spitting helmet. “Mostly I just dribble.” Jim’s howls filled the room as the force of the orgasm overwhelmed his consciousness, and I felt his hot hard prick throb again in my hand. His entire body was trembling, and the others held him to ensure that he didn’t fall off the table as the fury of his orgasm wracked his body. “I think he’s near the end,” I said as I noticed his jets weakening. “I’m just going to hold his skin back tight in case the head gets too sensitive.” I pulled Jim’s foreskin as far back as I could, stretching it tightly down the shaft as his final spurts poured from his distended slit. “I know his tip gets too sensitive,” Andy informed me. “The way he’s so hot right now, it would really hurt if you kept sliding his skin.” “Well, it looks like it’s about over,” I commented. “He’s starting to relax and his prick’s just dribbling.” Jim’s slow discharge was running down the helmet and shaft skin onto my fingers, and his breathing had slowed. “After he comes, he’s dead to the world,” said Jerry. “The orgasm really hits him hard, and this was a hot one for him.” I saw Jim slipping into the daze as the after-shock of orgasm spread throughout his body, and I noted that his eyes remained closed. We looked at each other as we stood around the table, and I saw that except for Jerry, our pricks stood at attention, the result of the vicarious excitement of witnessing Jim’s explosive climax.
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