Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2006 15:19:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Our New Foreskins

Our New Foreskins
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	I'd dropped by the adult bookstore after work to pick
up another bottle of Astroglide and browse the new
books and products. I was alone with the clerk in the
store as the evening traffic had not yet appeared.
	"Help you find anything?" he asked as he approached
me.
	"I've already found it," I said, holding up the
bottle of Astroglide.
	"That's what I use," he said helpfully.
	"Yeah, a couple of drops under my foreskin keeps it
nice and lubed," I replied.
	"You're uncut," he said. "Lucky you. I was cut when I
was a baby and now I'm trying to restore it by taping.
By the way, my name's Chris." He held out his hand.
	"I'm Jack," I said as I shook his hand. Chris
appeared to be a few years younger than my 50, and had
thinning blond hair and blue eyes. "Have any success
taping?"
	"I think I'm about halfway there," he answered. "I'm
lucky that the doctor didn't cut me close the way I've
seen on some guys." He seemed very open and direct so
I decided to confide in him:
	"The foreskin I've got is not what I had when I was
born," I began as his eyes widened slightly. "They cut
mine when I was a baby. I had plastic surgery to put
on a new hood a few years ago."
	"But that must have been expensive and risky," he
said. "Why didn't you tape the way a lot of guys do?"
	"I didn't know about taping then. I thought plastic
surgery was the only way to go."
	"How much did it cost, if you don't mind my asking?"
	"About eight thousand, all told. I didn't even finish
the series of operations. It would have been more if I
had," I explained. At this point a couple of customers
came in and Chris said:
	"I'd really like to talk with you about this. I get
off work at six. Can we get together? I live only a
mile down the road."
	"Sure. North or south down the road?" I asked
	"North."
	"Then let's meet at that pizza place on the corner,"
I suggested.
	"I live only a block down the side street from it.
Say I meet you there at 6:15?"
	"Good deal," I replied, stepping up to the counter
and paying for the Astroglide. "I'll see you then." I
got into my car and ran a couple of other errands
before pulling up to the restaurant just before six. I
knew that this was probably the best pizza and Italian
food place in town, and it had some tough competitors.

It wasn't yet crowded, and I got a table right away. I
waited, and by 6:20 I began wondering if Chris would
show up. Possibly he'd gotten cold feet. Maybe he was
uneasy meeting with a total stranger. I continued to
wait, and at 6:25 he came in the door. He saw me
immediately and came over to sit opposite from me.
"Sorry I'm late," he said. "I was just leaving when
several customers walked up to pay, and I didn't want
to leave the night guy to handle all that."
"No problem," I said. "I'm glad you showed up." A
couple took the table next to us.
"This place is filling up now," Chris said. "People
know it's really good and that's why it's so popular.
Let's eat and then continue this discussion at my
place. As I said, I live only a block away." The
waitress came and we ordered a large pepperoni and
sausage pizza, salads, and cokes. The service was very
quick and soon we were crunching our way through
crispy crust and toppings. Afterward I followed Chris
home and parked in his driveway behind him before
following him inside.
	"I don't know how you feel about show and tell, but I
have no problem showing you mine," he began, sitting
next to me on his couch. He unbuckled his belt and
slid his pants and boxer shorts down, revealing the
object of our discussion. His penis seemed a bit
shorter than mine, and the skin was gathered in front
of the glans and held in place by a ring of surgical
paper tape.
	"You use Micropore, don't you?" I asked.
	"Yeah, it's Micropore. I found it's easier to peel
off than the usual cloth surgical tape. I peel it part
way to pee and then when I want to remove it
altogether I just apply a little water and it comes
right off."
	"You seem to have the head completely covered right
now," I remarked.
	"That's only because of the tape ring holding the
skin over the head. If I remove the tape, it'll slide
right back. Right now I only have enough skin to cover
the head halfway when it's limp."
	"Does it slide back all the way when you get hard?" I
asked. "I mean, do you have no coverage with an
erection?"
	"That's right, Jack. When I get hard you can see my
cock is circumcised." He began removing the tape ring,
slowly and carefully.
	"I'd better show you what I've got. When you see it
you'll be glad you decided to do it with taping." I
pulled my pants and boxer shorts down and over my
shoes, removing them altogether as Chris stared at my
crotch. He'd finished removing the tape and I saw the
blunt front dome of his glans emerge from the encasing
skin. He looked at mine.
	"Your foreskin's long enough, but it looks two-tone,
and there's a scar line where it was stitched to your
shaft," he said. "You've got about an inch overhang
beyond the tip."
	"Oh, yes," I replied. "I've got plenty of foreskin
length. I did stretch it after I'd healed from the
surgery, to get more length."
	"Did something go bad with the surgery?" he asked.
"You said you didn`t finish the series of operations."
	"That's right, Chris. I had the first operation,
where the surgeon cut my shaft skin halfway down the
shaft and pulled it forward over the head to form the
inner layer. He then buried my penis in my scrotum so
that the scrotal skin would develop its own blood
supply on my penis to form the outer layer. That took
a few months. He did make it kinda tight, though, and
I couldn't peel any of the new foreskin back at all. I
wasn't the only one he botched. I talked to another
guy who'd developed phimosis from the surgery. He
couldn't skin it back at all either."
	"Then what happened?" he asked.
	"Well, he didn't do all that good a job in the first
operation. That left the prominent scar you see when
it healed. The second operation was to cut the scrotal
skin that had grown onto my penis free from my
scrotum, and stitch it together on the bottom. This is
where the surgeon really botched it. After the surgery
I saw that it was bleeding, and the nurse told me that
the surgeon had gone out of town for the weekend. It
kept bleeding, and the whole are filled with blood.
This undermined the graft and I lost a lot of skin." I
lifted my penis.
	"See here on the underside? That's not scrotal skin.
It's scar tissue." Chris reached out to touch the scar
tissue with his fingertip
	"Do you have any feeling at all in the scar tissue?"
he asked.
	"No, that area is totally numb."
	"Any feeling in the rest of the foreskin?" He ran his
finger along the top of my new hood.
	"A little bit," I answered. "It's not an erotic
sensation, as if I had my original foreskin with all
its nerve endings, but I can feel your touch." I
noticed that Chris had begun to have an erection, the
blunt glans filling out.
	"Can I see yours skinned back?" he asked.
	"Sure. You can do it, if you want." He grasped my
foreskin around the head and began pushing back. My
soft penis gave way, and the foreskin remained
forward.
	"Doesn't seem to work," he commented. "It's kinda
tight."
	"It's a little harder to skin back when it's soft," I
said. "Just grasp it with both hands and stabilize my
prick, then peel it right back." He followed my
directions and watched as the thick hood began
uncovering my head.
	"You've got a big head like mine," Chris commented.
"It made a big bulge inside your skin, and now it's
growing even as I uncover it."
	"That's right, Chris. It's also the sliding friction
from the foreskin." I grasped his prick around the
shaft and began jiggling the slack skin over his rim,
feeling his prick swelling in my hand as I stimulated
him.
	"Aaaahhh, that feels nice," he moaned. "I'd better
get my pants and shoes off." He quickly shed his pants
and shoes, and pulled his shirt up over his head. Now
he was completely naked next to me.
	"I'll do the same," I said as I got rid of my shirt.
Now I was as bare as he was, my swollen prick arcing
out from my groin, not yet completely hard.
	"Your cock turns me on," he said. "That long thick
foreskin's really interesting."
	"Yours is nice too," I said. "I think we both have
big heads on our pricks." I resumed stroking the slack
in his shaft skin up over his rim, compressing the
nerve endings, and felt his prick stiffen decisively
in my hand.
	"Now let's see all of that big head," he said as he
stripped the hood back slowly, watching it ride over
my corona and drop into the deep groove behind it.
	"Your tip's getting darker," I said. "Mine turns
darker too when I get excited."
	"You've got a lot of skin," he said. "It completely
fills the groove behind the head and forms a collar
behind it." He grasped the thick fleshy collar between
thumb and forefinger and lightly pulled forward on it.
"Does it stay stuck behind the head?" he asked.
	"No, it's not stuck. You can pull it forward again,
but normally my thick rim holds it in place."
	"You've got a big head and a high rim. I once saw an
uncut guy with a small head, and every time he pulled
his skin back, it would just slide forward again when
he let go."
	"Some guys are built like that," I said. "I'm glad
we're not." I gave his swollen glans a few squeezes.
	"Wow! That feels good," he exclaimed. "I felt that
right down to my cock-root."
	"When your new foreskin's long enough to cover the
head even when you're hard, I think you'll find that
it slips back easily and stays back until you pull it
forward again."
	"That'll be a couple of years yet," Chris whispered
ruefully.
	"Yeah, I think so," I agreed. "You're ambitious. You
want not only the head covered, but an overhang too."
	"Oh, that's for sure," he replied. "I saw how yours
is like a nipple in front of the head when you're
soft, and how it still covers the head when you get
hard. That's the kind of skin I want."
	"Well, I'm sure you'll get it," I reassured him.
"Just keep stretching and you'll have what you want."
	"Your hole's got a teardrop shape," Chris commented.
"Is that only when you're hard?"
	"That's right," I answered. "When my prick's limp its
just a slit like yours. By the way, you've got a
pretty long slit."
	"Yeah, I like it that way. I can even stick the tip
of my pinky inside it." He demonstrated and I saw the
ball of his fingertip enter the slit, lubricated by
the film of lubricant that had formed.
	"Mine's not that big," I commented.
	"Your rim's nice, really nice," he countered. "I like
the way it flares up. That looks really sexy."
	"Your tip's more sensitive now, isn't it?" I asked.
	"Oh that's for sure. It's really rim-sensitive. My
rim was always more sensitive than the rest of it, and
now that I keep it covered it's gotten even more
sensitive. That makes jacking even more fun."
	"Does the tape ever come off during the night?" I
asked.
	"Yeah, it sometimes does," he answered. "When the
tape comes off these days, the skin doesn't always
slip all the way back. Usually it keeps the rim
covered, and that's what's made my rim even more
sensitive." As he spoke I ran a fingertip lightly
around his corona, and noticed his body tense.
	"That really gets to you," I commented.
	"Yeah, it really does. I'm already hot from playing
with your skin, and touching my rim's really turning
me on."
	"Can you do something for me?" I asked. "I know that
the scar tissue part of my hood's numb, but I'm not
sure how sensitive the rest of it is. Can you touch it
lightly with the end of a totthpick to see how much I
can feel?" Chris got up and went into the kitchen,
returning with a toothpick.
	"How do you want me to do this?" he asked.
	"Okay, first touch the end of the toothpick to your
shoft skin to get the feel of it. Use the lightest
touch that you can feel." Chris did so, probing his
skin several times.
	"Now what?" he asked.
	"Okay, now I'm going to close my eyes and you touch
my foreskin in different spots with the toothpick.
I'll tell you if I can feel the touch or not." I
closed my eyes and felt him start to touch different
spots on my shaft and foreskin with the toothpick.
	"Yes."
	"Yes."
	"Yes." It went on like this every time I felt it
touch.
	"Okay, Jack, I think I tried every spot on your new
skin," he said.
	"What's the verdict?" I asked. "What areas did you
find sensitive?"
	"Well, your shaft skin behind the scar is very much
like mine. You felt every touch. Most of the scrotal
skin on top is sensitive, but underneath where you
have the scar tissue you felt nothing."
	"That's what I thought," I said. "I just wanted me to
make sure. Thanks a lot for your help."
	"Oh, it was my pleasure, believe me. I'm so
fascinated by your cock and its new foreskin that I
could play with it all day. I noticed your balls are
kinda tight though."
	"That's because he took skin from my scrotum to form
the new hood. Also, I lost more s
crotal skin from the hematoma. They've been tight
since the surgery." As I spoke Chris gently peeled
back my hood and began touching the glossy surface of
my glans with his fingertip.
	"That feel nice?" he asked.
	"You know it does," I answered.
	"Your helmet feels so warm, so smooth..." he
commented. "Do you lube a lot?"
	"No, I don't," I replied. "I never had much lube even
when I was younger and now it's almost nothing. Some
guys lube like faucets."
	"I'd better get some lube then," he said as he got
up. He returned with a bottle of Astroglide in his
hand.
	"You like that stuff too?" I asked.
	"I love it. I know there are other brands, but a lot
of them are greasy or oil-based. They're hard to wash
off. This stuff is glycerin-based, and it just rinses
off with warm water."
	"I like it for another reason too," I explained.
"It's got some water in it, and that helps to keep the
mucus membrane of my glans moist. "Oil-based lubes
don't work as well for that."
	"Moist means sensitive," he said. He lifted my prick
and looked at the underside. "I guess the doctor cut
off your fren, didn't he?" I knew that he meant my
frenulum, the strip of flesh that normally connects
the glans to the foreskin.
	"That bastard who circumcised me took everything, my
foreskin, all the inner lining, and even my frenulum,"
I answered bitterly.
	"I guess I was lucky. The guy who did me left me my
fren."
	"You were lucky. Some doctors skin them down to the
balls, while others leave a little skin," I agreed.
	"Our cocks are about the same size, six inches,"
Chris observed.
	"We're almost twins, Chris. Both have big heads on
them and we've both got thick shafts."
	"Do you shoot or dribble?" Chris asked.
	"I used to be a shooter when I was a teen," I
answered, "but nowadays I'm a dribbler."
"I shoot a lot of cream, but with my long slit it
doesn't really shoot. It kinda rolls out, so I guess
I'm a dribbler too," Chris said.
"Depends on how excited I am and how long I take to
come," I added. "Sometimes, if I'm masturbating for a
long time, when I finally come I do shoot. Does that
happen to you, with a long build-up?"
"Sometimes," Chris answered. "I shoot more, and it
goes for a couple of inches if I'm really horny and it
takes me a long time to come. Shooting isn't the main
priority with me, though. I like to play for a long
time, like this." As he'd been speaking he'd dribbled
a few drops of Astroglide onto my naked helmet and was
now gently running his fingertips over it, exploring
the contours and circling the swollen rim.
"Let me do that to you," I said as I poured a few
drops of the clear lube over his swollen mushroom tip
and began working it in with my fingertips, massaging
the slippery fluid into the tender nerve endings. I
felt his prick throb in response, and he moaned with
excitement.
"I really like this," he whispered. "We're both into
foreskins, we're both restoring, and we're both into
hand jobs. This is really sexy."
"I love making it with another guy," I replied. "Your
prick feels so hot in my hand." I was squeezing his
shaft as I stimulated its swollen head.
"Your tip's getting darker, Jack. I think you're
getting close."
"You know I am," I said. "I can tell this is working
for you, too. Your balls are right up against your
body now."
"Yeah, Jack, they really tighten up when I get hot." I
slowed my stroking of his tender tip.
"I wouldn't want you to blow your load before you're
good and ready," I explained. "Getting there is half
the fun." Chris stopped massaging my turgid glans but
still held on to my shaft.
"I want you to last too, Jack. I want to be able to
watch when you come. That's always a real turn-on for
me, watching another guys coming."
"It turns me on too," I added, "especially if I'm
holding his prick and making him come."
"This is especially hot for me, since we're both into
foreskins, Jack. It wouldn't be quite the same with a
cut guy."
"I know what you mean," I said. "We're both reading
off the same page." Chris now resumed stroking my
glans lightly, following the corona before working
down the head to trace small circles around my meatus.
I felt my cock-root throb in response.
"I'd like to make you come first, Jack. Watching and
feeling you come will really get me going."
"Go ahead, Chris. I'm so hot I'd like to come. You've
got me so hot I really need relief." His fingers
twirled rapidly around my slippery and swollen helmet,
sending thrills deep into my body, and my eyes closed
as my mind went blank.
	"Just let yourself go, Jack, just let it happen," he
ruged as his fingertips worked their magic on my
tortured nerve endings. Now he pulled back hard on my
sfhat skin, and I knew the fleshy collar was pulling
back from my glans, exposing its rim to his attention.
His fingertips circled the back face of my rim,
hitting the studded nerve endings, making my prick
throb.
	"You've got those little bumps around your rim,"
Chris commented. "I've seen them before. I know
they're nerve endings and very sensitive." Hot sparks
of sensation stabbed deeply into my hard swollen
prick, and I felt my cock-root tightening as my
breathing grew more rapid. I wasn't even trying to
stimulate his prick, as I was so caught up in my own
compelling sensations.
	"Any second," murmured Chris as his finger flew over
my straining helmet. The sensations were intense, and
I felt as if I were poised on top of a huge wave about
to break. My breathing was ragged, and my entire body
tensed as I felt myself slipping into the throes of
orgasm.
	"AAAAHHH!" I heard myself cry as a heavy pounding
began in my lower region. Amassive muscular
contraction sent the first burning jet searing its way
up my urethra, and I writhed helplessly as I felt it
slamming through the lips of my pouting slit.
Immediately a second wave of liquid fire burned its
way up my tube, and I cried out in agonized ecstasy. A
third heavy gush poured up my shaft and I felt it
rounding the upward curve as my urethra slanted up
into my glans, before pouring out into the air. My
fourth torrent filled and distended my tube, finally
oozing from my teardrop shaped orifice.
	Several more spasms gripped me as the last dregs of
hot semen drained from my body, and then I was still,
paralyzed by the after-shock of my orgasm. I gradually
returned to full consciousness, but still dazed by the
fury of my biological storm. I opened my eyes and saw
Chris smiling at me, a few drops of my juice running
down his cheek.
	"You shot that first one, Jack," he said. That went
up in a long stream out of your helmet and landed on
me. I ducked my head and the others landed on your
stomach. The last few were dribblers, but the first
three were really hot streams." His fingers casually
caressed my glans and I winced, moaning loudly.
	"Don't! It's too sensitive!" I shouted, and his
fingers immediately withdrew.
	"Sorry about that," he said. "I forgot for a minute.
Mine gets that way too after I come." He still held on
to my shaft as my erection softened, and when my
helmet had shrunk enough he eased the protective hood
up over it, and let my prick drop into the pool of
cream on my stomach.
	Now I was reviving quickly, and I grasped his prick
once more, my fingers playing over the engorged head.
Chris relaxed, and then I saw the tension grip his
body as the sensations built up inside him.
	"I'm going to make you come now," I said as I worked
on his glossy, distended mushroom shaped head. "I can
feel it getting harder, and it's darker too." A drop
of lubricant parted the lips of his long slit, and I
swept it up with a fingertip and spread it in a small
circle around his slit. His gaze was fixed on the
ceiling, and I knew that his consciousness was fading
as the sensations inside his body took over,
captivating his attention.
	"HUNNNHHH!" he grunted as I felt his shaft throb and
watched a heavy stream pour from his long slit, arcing
into the air before landing on his stomach. His hips
bucked and thrusted into the air as another heavy flow
parted the long lips, running down the glans where my
flying fingers massaged the hot viscous fluid into the
tender surface.
	Chris grunted again as another heavy throb filled his
shaft and I felt the pulse of the tube on the
underside as a stream of cream flowed from the end of
his turgid mushroom. Another spasm and another stream
came forth, and now his prick settled into a rhythm of
weaker throbs as his body emptied itself of sperm.
	When the flow stopped I removed my fingers from his
swollen tip, remembering that he too became
super-sensitive immediately after orgasm. I felt the
light throbbing of his heartbeat in his shaft as he
sank nto a stupor for a couple of minutes.
	His prick softened as I watched it shrinking and
retreating into my fist. His glans retreated into the
sleeve of skin that I held tightly, knowing that he'd
want his precious head covered as soon as possible.
	"That was nice. That was intense," Chris said to me
as he began to recover. "I've had powerful orgasms
before, but this is the hottest one I remember."
	"Mine was intense too, thanks to you," I replied.
	"This was really a mutual experience in every way,"
he said.
	"We have a bond..." I said, trailing off.
	"I think we ought to take a shower now, to get the
stuff off our bodies." Chris got up as he spoke and
led me into the bathroom. "Then I can tape up again
and we'll figure out something else to do."

The end