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My Cousin Joe

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By Jack Joe and I were the same age, and though we were fairly close, we never even saw each other naked until we were 30. He had come over to my house for dinner that evening, because he greatly enjoys my cooking, and after the meal we were sitting on the couch when he turned and asked me; "What do you do when you get horny and can't stand it any more?" "Hell, I jerk off. What else is there to do in an emergency like that?" I replied. My answer didn't surprise him. He knew I'd never been married and obviously had to take care of myself. "I feel like doing it right now," he said, and I noticed the bulge running down the left leg of his pants. I could easily understand that, as I knew he'd been recently divorced. "I just wonder how you do it," he continued. This didn't surprise me, as I knew he had good reason to wonder. Joe was circumcised, and I wasn't. Almost no boys were circumcised at birth when we'd been born, but Joe had been cut at age 12 just when he was beginning to discover the joys of playing with a foreskin. I'd heard he'd been taken to the hospital for an emergency appendectomy, as I had been a couple of years earlier. However, Joe's doctor spoke with his parents before the surgery because he'd had something else in mind as well. He'd convinced them that Joe would be better off without his foreskin, and that as he'd be under general anesthesia for the appendectomy, this would be an opportune time to attend to that little detail. The doctor pointed out that newborns were then undergoing the surgery without any pain relief, and persuaded his parents to sign the additional consent form to cover the circumcision. They didn't bother to inform Joe of this before the nurse placed the ether mask over his face to send him into the chemical coma for his surgery. When he woke up, he found that he hurt in two places instead of one, and that his penis was wrapped in gauze. Joe missed six weeks of school because his penis was sore and tender long after his appendix scar had healed. He grieved over the sudden loss of his foreskin, and never forgave the doctor or his parents. It was many weeks before he stopped crying himself to sleep every night. Curious as I was regarding the results of his surgery, we were so modest in those days that we never "showed" to each other. Joe and I hadn't even discussed it, and all information came to me second-hand, through the family rumor mill. I knew that Joe had eventually made some sort of recovery, and that the circumcision had not kept him from "performing" with women. However, when he was 28 he began "performing" with the wrong woman, totally unsuited for him. This was clear to me and all who knew them, but love is blind and Joe married her. Within two years they were divorced, for reasons unrelated to Joe's circumcision. I had never married, preferring my hand to the feel of a woman, and this let me escape a lot of problems, as well. "I'll be glad to show you how I do it," I replied. "Come on, let's get naked." Joe just stared at me. "Well, if I'm going to take my clothes off, why can't you?" I said. "Anyway, you said you felt like doing it too, so let's go." I stood and led the way to the bedroom, where I began stripping without looking to see if he was doing the same. When I was completely naked, I turned to see Joe sitting on the edge of the bed taking off his socks. That's all he had on, and I waited for him to stand and face me. Joe was about 5' 11", an inch shorter than I, with sandy instead of brown hair, but with the same thin build. His eyes were glued to my cock, which arced down over my balls, a big bulge near the end where the helmet shaped head and its flaring ridge stretched the foreskin. The long hood ended in a thick nipple in front of the head. Joe's cock had a medium sized pink mushroom at the end, and a brown ring of scar tissue on the shaft just behind the ridge. We sat next to each other and Joe asked; "Can I touch it?" I nodded, knowing that he probably had not had his hands on a foreskin for 18 years, since his had been removed. "Was your skin like mine?" I asked him. "Yes, it had the same long nipple, and I used to play with it this way." He rolled my nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting the skin sideways over the front of the head, and I felt my cock begin to swell. I reached over and pinched his cock-head lightly, knowing this would prompt a response. His cock began inflating, and we continued the mutual play until we were hard. Then we had the opportunity to really inspect each other. My cock was almost seven inches long, because 30 years ago I didn't have the fat pad in front of my pubic bone that today engulfs the base of my shaft, making it appear only six inches long. Joe's cock was shorter than mine, about five and a half inches, and his tip was definitely smaller, because the ridge of his mushroom had no flare at all, just a drop-off to the shaft behind it. His pink mushroom was more or less in proportion to his shaft, about an inch and a quarter overall, but my big purple cock-head measured two inches from front dome to ridge. I tactfully refrained from saying what I'd been thinking- that Joe's prick was small enough without the doctor trimming tissue he couldn't afford to lose. Joe's shaft skin was tight as a drum because that was the style for circumcisions when he'd been cut. I tugged at it, but there wasn't enough slack to even bump his ridge, much less roll over the head. The idea was to make it difficult to masturbate by removing as much skin as possible, and the doctor also cut away his gee-string. "I always have to use oil to jack my cock," Joe replied after I'd asked him how he did it without his hood. I got up and brought a bottle of cooking oil from the kitchen. Pouring some into my palm, I clasped Joe's stiff cock and began massaging the head. His wasn't the first cut cock I'd handled. His eyes widened as the sensations reached him, and when I twisted my fist over his hot hard cock-head he caught his breath. "Like that?" I asked. "Oh, yeah, it feels nice," he replied quickly, adding; "Can I do yours?" His hand was already on my prick, and he began to stroke my foreskin from base to tip in long, slow strokes that made the nerve endings come alive. "You're lucky you don't need oil to jack that beautiful prick," he said as he skinned my hood all the way back to reveal the flaring purple ridge. "That's a nice ridge you've got," he said as he twisted his fist to massage my foreskin along the ridge. That made my cock-head tingle because of the combined friction and stretching of the nerve endings in both head and hood. His other hand tickled my sac, lightly touching the hairs and making my balls tingle. I did the same to his balls, and watched as his sac drew up tightly against his body. I twisted my fist on his cock again, catching his rim on the forward stroke before engulfing the entire head in my fingers and palm. A couple of twists on the mushroom made him blink, and I asked; "That reaching you?" He nodded, and gave my thick cock an extra squeeze. I was ahead of him, my balls tight against my body, and my tip beginning to get that peculiar tickling feeling that comes near the end of the build-up. I felt an urge to pee begin deep in my cock-root, although I knew I could never pee with a hard-on. Joe sensed that I was close, and pulled me to my feet as he headed toward the bathroom, his fist still pumping my foreskin. Leading me to the sink, he said; "Okay. You go first. I want to watch you cum." His fist pumped my foreskin faster, and I heard the slapping sound of loose foreskin against cock-head that signaled that my orgasm was near. As Joe pumped my cock over the sink, I leaned against the wall because I knew my knees would get weak once I began cumming. I kept working his oiled prick, sure that he was far behind me, as I felt my cum rushing at me like an express train. My insides tightened, and I felt myself standing on tip-toe as the sensations in my cock-head reached their peak. My cock-head was tingling as Joe pumped faster yet, slapping the tube of skin against the sensitive tip, and my cock got so stiff it felt as if it was going to burst. My nerves were straining as the explosion came, and the jolt traveled from my bulging cock-head down my shaft where my cock-root convulsed to send its first load up my tube. The first jet felt like hot lava, burning it sway up my cock, and my eyes closed as I groaned involuntarily. A hard jolt told me that Joe had snapped my foreskin all the way back, letting him see the dark throbbing purple head as it spit its next load. My cock disgorged load after load as Joe pumped the cum out of me. I heard him slapping my loose hood against the sensitive head again and again, as all my insides pumped out through my straining cock. When my sensations had faded enough to let me open my eyes, I saw that my cum had coated the bottom of the sink. My cock was still throbbing when Joe urged me; "Come on, do me, now, so I can drop my load right on top of yours." I'd let go of his prick when I'd started cumming, and now I regained my grip, pumping my fist up and down over his head and shaft, giving him the rush of sensations he needed to cum. Joe bucked his hips, his teeth drew back from his lips, and his eyes closed as the sensations swept him up to the peak. My cock was drooping now, resting against the lip of the sink as I massaged Joe's head and shaft, working hard to make him shoot. I felt the head throb as I swept my fist up over it again, and a second later the first jet erupted from his slit, slamming the lips open to shoot across the sink. Joe's small cock was definitely a shooter, and he shot another load that slammed against the far side of the sink. I pumped his prick again, and he discharged another white jet that coated the sink's far wall. His knees buckled and I wrapped my free arm around his waist to keep him from collapsing as the sensations of orgasm overwhelmed him. He was helpless in my arms as I made his turgid cock shoot again and again. I was surprised at the volume of his cum, which was more than mine, and how his cock projected his loads, while my cock tended to dribble. Now his throbs were fading, and I knew his climax would end soon. I ran my fist up over the lubricated shaft and head a few more times, giving his swollen glans one final twist to get the last load out, then let his prick rest on the lip of the sink next to mine. "Man, you really shot!" I exclaimed, when he'd opened his eyes and I was sure he was back to full consciousness. My cock was already soft and the skin had begun rolling back over the shrunken head. Joe's cock was drooping, and the last drop formed a thin string from his slit down into the sink. "Your load was bigger than mine," I continued. "I really needed that," he replied. "I was hot and horny, and really needed relief." I pressed my index finger up the underside of his softening shaft, forcing the drops out of his slit. "Well, I needed it too," I said. "You helped me get my load out, and I'm really grateful for that." We hugged, then we rinsed off our now limp cocks in warm water. After we'd dried them, we lay down on the bed. Pulling the sheet up over us, we sank into a deep and restful sleep.

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