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My First Foreskin

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 03 Jan 2000 3 comments
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When I first entered junior high, I had never seen any cock but my own, which had started to harden up on me when I was about ten. Suddenly, in my seventh grade gym class, dozens of hot, sweating boys would pour into the showers at the end of gym class. I had never seen so many dicks or such a variety: hard, soft, circumcised, uncut, long and thing, short and stubby -- and let me tell you, I had a hard time hiding my excitement! I would try to get into one of the corners of the communal show and point my throbbing meat at the wall as I stared out of the corner of my eye at the grab back of swinging cocks getting soaped up around me. Some of them, in fact, found showering even more fun than usual -- at least once a week, someone would begin stroking his stiff dick with a soapy washcloth, keep it up well past the point of just washing it, and shot a glob of hot wet jism on the shower wall! One boy in particular always caught my attention: Brady, the class "hood." Only fourteen, he already smoked, lighting up behind the gym after school. He had slicked-back ducktails, a black leather jacket, and tight jeans that displayed an impressive bulge for a junior high kid! Unlike most of us, Brady was uncircumcised, that long, loose kind of foreskin that drooped at a right angle from the end of his cock. When he showered, he would skin that long, fleshy nipple back to wash the head of his dick, which long and tapering and as big and purple as a ripe plum. Everytime I saw him do this, I wanted to reach over and stroke that beautiful dick until the veins stood out blue against the hard shaft and play with that loose foreskin until he spurted thick manjuice on my fist. But I figured Brady would never go for that -- we all knew he had an active heterosexual life, and he was rumored already to have made a high school girl pregnant with that same dick I stared at longingly in the shower. So I just kept dreaming! By the end of our second year, several of my friends and I had been jacking each other off as frequently as we could, and sometimes going further than that. Sometimes my friend Fred spent the night at my place, and after the lights were off, we would stroke each other's rock hard cocks under the sheets. Fred was a big fat guy with the hardest dick I think I've ever seen, before or since: a real "blue-veiner", as we called them in those days! He had small round balls and a thick thatch of pubic hair, and occasionally I would slip down under the covers and suck that steely shaft with its small red head and throbbing veins. When I did, though, I always fantasized I was skinning back Brady's long foreskin and licking that tapering purple head!The sucking worked Fred into a frenzy, and when he finally stroked himself off, he would shoot a jet of sticky semen all the way to his big, sagging tits. It was Fred who first told me about the "Haunted House." The nickname was a joke, because there were an awful lot of guys who weren't scared off from this house. It was a weekend lake house a few miles outside of town, and the owner hardly ever came down, maybe once a year. One of Fred's friends mowed the lawn there, and had been given the key to the house. The friend then made the house available to anyone who wanted to go there to suck someone off, jack off, slip a hard dick up someone's ass. It was known all over town that the key was under the mat, and Fred and other of our friends had been there a lot! Fred told me that often, grown men would come, too. He said that, if you wandered from room to room, you could see guys sucking each other off, fucking each other, circle-jerking, whatever you wanted. The only rule was, you had to keep the lights off Once, a nosy neighbor had seen lights and called the cocks, and the guys inside had barely beaten it out of there, some of them still had their dicks in their hands! One night, Fred invited me to go out there with him. I was tingling with excitement -- what would I see? Would someone suck me off or stroke my red shaft until I shot sticky cum in great globs down their fists? We parked a few blocks away to avoid attracting attention. As we slipped up to the back door, we found it already unlocked. "There's someone here," Fred whispered. "Good! We'll have some company, maybe an audience. Who knows?" Once inside, I heard the heavy breathing in another room. A little light filtered in from a streetlight out front, and I saw sitting in a corner a middle-aged man in a plaid flannel shirt. He was gasping deeply as another guy, who seemed to be a teenager, sucked his cock. The boy was licking the thick, round cockhead, kissing it gently, stroking the heavy-hanging, dangling balls, as older man rubbed the boy's hair affectionately. Suddenly, we heard a voice from another room. "Hey, Fred, man, I got something for you to shake hands with. A naked figure, his short thick cock sticking out straight from a patch of thick red pubes, appeared in the dim light of the doorway to the dining room. I recognized Todd from our biology class. Fred whispered in my ear, "Todd's not into anyone watching. I'll be back later. Wander around. There's bound to be someone here looking for some action." Fred moved toward the doorway and, as he disappeared into the dark room, I saw his lightly stroke Todd's hard meat. I had no idea what to do. I wandered aimlessly around. Several doorways opened onto a long hallway. As I walked down the hall, peering into the dark rooms, I heard a voice from one of them. "Hey, in here." I entered the room, and it was pitch black. I bumped into a large kingsized bed and heard the voice speak again. "In here. You naked?" "I will be, " I answered, and slipped my polo shirt and jeans off in record time, , sliding off my briefs with my jeans. My cock had been hard so long it was almost purple, and it pointed straight up toward my bellybutton. This had been a source of jokes with my friends, who called me "High Rise" because my boner was almost parallel with my body. I heard teh person in the bed slide the covers back, and I slipped in between warm satin sheets that felt heavenly sliding over my hot, ready dick. I reached out and felt a muscular chest and a heavy patch of chest hair. "Hey, you found me!" the friendly voice responded. "Let's see where you are." He ran his hand down my flat belly, found my cock, and began slowly stroking it backhanded. I was in agony. I could barely speak to say, "Whoa, I've been hard all evening and I might shoot any second." The other voice laughed lightly and said, "Well, you want something to do while you cool off a little?" He guided my hand down to a cock that felt at least seven-and-a-half inches long. As I gently stroked that massive, rockhard shaft, I suddenly realized something. "Hey, you haven't been circumcised." Another laugh. "Right. That's not a problem, is it?" "Hell, no!" I whispered. I could suck him off and really pretend it was Brady. At first, I gently licked just the head of that hard dick, feeling the knotted veing standing up on the surface, sticking the end of my tongue into the long slit already thick with precum and drawing a little thread away when I pulled back a few inches. I gently cupped the hairy, low-hanging balls, sucking delicately on each of the thick nuts, feeling the rounded testicles in my mouth. "Oh, yeah," said the other voice. "Yeah. Oh, God, suck me some more." You can bet I did, stroking the steely shaft, sticking my saliva-wet tongue into the space between the foreskin and the head of his dick. After a moment, he gently moved my head away and lay me down on the bed. I felt the satin sheets pull back and the warm air flow over my stiff meat. Then I felt his warm breath on my dick, and then his mouth closing about it, hungrily running his tongue around the flaring edge of my cockhead. After a few minutes, I felt my nutsack tighten and the warm itch rising the length of my hard rod. "Wait," I gasped, "I'm about to shoot!" "Go ahead," he replied, "That just makes it taste better." Just then, we froze for a second as light from a passing car slid by on the wall. We waited to see if it would stop, if the cops were about to disrupt our cocksucking frenzy. Suddenly, the light played over the bed, and I nearly fainted. There, spread out on the dark satin sheets with my throbbing dick in his mouth, was Brady! He looked a little startled, then grinned shyly. "Wow," he said. "I never thought I'd see you here." Then, as the light pulled away, he added, "But I'm glad I did!" In about three more sucks, the overpowering itch in my cock took over. My dick throbbed massively with three huge spurts, each one sending a jet of sticky, hot cum into his mouth. I lay there gasping for a moment, and then, without a word, I gently rolled him over and began jacking him off. I felt him writhe on the bed, and gasp, "Oh, shit, shit, shit . . ." Then, while still stroking him off, I took the red stiff rod in my mouth. After a moment, I felt his butt muscles tighten and his back arch. I pulled back to let the hot shower of gooey manjuice hit me in the face, drip down my chin as I licked it away with the end of my swollen tongue, then I sucked the thick glob off the end of his dick. It would not be the last time I sucked Brady, and before too many weeks had passed I would feel that throbbing meat beating as he thrust into my tight ass and our dangling balls flapped together with his strokes. But more about that later. After we lay there for a while saying nothing, I quietly slipped out of bed, pulled on my clothes, and went back to the dining room. The cocksucker and his friend were gone, although in the dim light I could see a little puddle of semen where they had been sitting. Fred had finished earlier and was waiting for me. "Well," he asked, "Todd's got a big wet wad of me up his ass tonight. Did you have any luck?" I smiled quietly. "Yep. More than I had counted on."