Kindred Spirit By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
The e-mail said: "As I am sometimes in your area, we should meet." It was from Bob, who like me had been circumcised at birth and resented it. Like me, he'd done something about it, and now suggested we meet to compare our restored foreskins. He'd written that although his new hood was long enough to cover the head when soft, it didn't do so when he got hard. I e-mailed him back, suggesting that as I lived right off freeway Exit 231, he should take a room at one of the many motels near this exit and phone me when he arrived. He replied by telling me when he'd be making his next trip.
When the phone rang one afternoon a week later, I was at his motel room within five minutes. Bob answered my knock wearing a tee-shirt and boxer shorts, and invited me in.
"I wear boxers too," I said. "I gave up jockeys after my restoration. Boxers don't confine me, and I like the feel of my prick swinging."
"I wear them because tights don't give me the room for my plastic cone," he said as he closed the door. "I still have a ways to go, and I wear mine all the time except at night."
"Got it on now?" I asked.
"I made sure I had it on, `cause I knew you'd want to see it."
`Well, I guess we're here to show and tell, and I'd really like to see it," I said.
"Then let's get all our clothes off, so I can see yours too," Bob said as he stripped off his tee-shirt and dropped his shorts. I quickly struggled out of my clothes and soon we were standing naked facing each other. We weren't at all shy or even the least embarrassed by our nudity, as we had had the common experience of having had our foreskins ripped from our bodies when we'd been too young to protest, and this gave us a shared history. Bob motioned me to the bed and we sat next to each other. A piece of tape stretched across the skin at the end of his prick.
"I guess you use the tape to hold the skin stretched over the cone," I said. "That's the way I did it when I was stretching."
"You stretched too?" he asked. "I thought you wrote me you had plastic surgery."
"I did," I replied, "but the surgeon didn't give me as much length as I wanted, so once it was healed I began stretching to get enough length to cover the head when I was hard. It was also too tight, and I wanted to be able to skin it back." Bob was holding his prick up for me to see.
"See, the cone stretches the inside skin too, the way I have it." He pointed to the outline of the cone under his new foreskin.
"Can you take the tape off so I can see how long your foreskin is without it?" I asked. Bob peeled away the tape, starting on one side, and when it was stuck to only the other side the plastic cone popped out from inside his hood. He removed the tape completely and now I was able to see his penis limp.
"Well, it certainly covers the head," I commented. "You've got a big head, too, just like mine."
"You've got more skin than I do," he said. "It's sticking out almost an inch beyond your head. Mine goes back when I get hard, though. My dick grows right out of it."
"Well, that's maybe because you've got a big head to cover. Yours is a helmet head about the size of mine."
"You can touch it if you want," he said. I responded by grasping the sides of his helmet through the enveloping skin sleeve.
"Okay, I'll get you hard so we can see how far your foreskin stretches," I said as I began squeezing his helmet rhythmically through the skin. "Just relax and concentrate on what you're feeling." Bob's fingers drifted to my penis, grasping it by the nippled end of my foreskin.
"Every time you squeeze I feel a tightness deep inside," he commented.
"Your touch makes my prick tingle," I said. "When I squeeze your head, that makes your cock-root contract, a sort of reflex action. Anyway, you prick's starting to swell."
"So's yours," he replied. The tingle had spread all over my lower body, and I felt the rush of blood into my prick. Bob's penis was engorging rapidly, and as it swelled I saw the big purple helmet pop out of the enveloping skin sleeve.
"Now I've got to squeeze the head directly," I said. "The foreskin's pulled back and it's blended into your shaft skin."
"You can see the ring where I was circumcised," he pointed out.
"Yeah, it's a brown ring about half an inch behind your rim," I replied. "I think we were both cut pretty tight."
"Since I've been keeping the skin forward, the ring's gotten fainter. It used to be dark brown and really visible."
"The same thing happened to my scar," I said. "Even when you pull my foreskin all the way back, you can hardly see the original cut ring. But your head's gotten more sensitive, hasn't it?"
"It really has. I can really feel your fingers on it now," he answered. "But your cock's all hard now too. I guess we're both about the same size, six inches."
"Yeah, we're both average," I said. "If you want, you can pull my foreskin back," I suggested. His fingers tightened around my shaft skin, delicately exerting tension to draw back my hood.
"Yours is the same purple color as mine," he said as he brought my hard swollen glans into view.
"Yours has a high flaring rim just like mine," I observed. "One difference is that you've got a very long pee-slit."
"Your hole looks like a teardrop," he said while staring avidly at the front dome of my glans. I gave his hard helmet another few squeezes.
"Your slit's starting to leak," I observed.
"I think we're both gonna need to come before this is over," Bob said. His comment reminded me of an encounter of a few years back with another guy who'd been restoring. Mike hadn't had a full circumcision, just a dorsal slit, and he'd stretched the skin back into place and had a urologist suture the two sides of his slit foreskin together. Unlike me, he'd ended up as good as new, and we'd become so aroused inspecting each other's pricks that we'd felt compelled to bring each other to orgasm. Our excitement had been so high that we'd each had a shuddering, mind-numbing climax that had left us drained and exhausted.
"I'll spread that juice around a little," I said as I ran my fingertip over the wet slit, spreading the slippery clear liquid over the front dome of his helmet. Bob shuddered as my fingertip caressed his sensitive nerve endings, and his fist tightened around my shaft, slipping my foreskin up and down the head.
"Your skin snaps when I pull it over your rim," he said. "I like that."
"When you get more length, yours will be the same way." Bob's stroking was having its effect on me, and I felt the tension build in my body as a slight shiver ran through me.
"We're really turning each other on," he muttered. "I've handled an uncut cock before, but never a restored one."
"I did once," I said. "Let's stop for a minute and I'll tell you about it." I removed my hands from his prick and felt him release mine.
"Lucky you," he said as he lay back on the bed. I got down beside him and told him about my experience with Mike.
"So you see, in a way Mike was lucky," I said. "He didn't know why the doctor only slit his foreskin instead of removing it like they did to you and me, but it didn't take much to make him as good as new."
"We'll never be as good as new," Bob concluded. `Our skins are gone, and so are all their nerve endings."
"Yeah, but we both found that our helmets got more sensitive since we've been keeping them covered."
"Just listening to you got me even hotter," he said.
"I know. When I came in here, I noticed that your balls hang low. Now they're up against your body."
"Another difference I found is that our cocks don't smell quite the same as naturally uncut ones."
"I know. The doctor cut off all of my foreskin, including the inner lining that produces smegma. I think the same thing happened to you."
"That's how it was back then" he added. "They cut off all the skin. Nowadays, they do their circumcisions differently. I saw how they did my sister's kid. He had lots of skin left after they cut him."
"Sure. Now they all use these special clamps and just cut off the front half of the foreskin. That leaves a lot of inner skin. There's usually enough to keep half the head covered." I was lying facing Bob, and reached out to tickle his scrotal hairs lightly with my fingertips. As he felt my touch, Bob touched the end of my foreskin covered prick with a fingertip, probing the wrinkled orifice.
"We need to come," he said. "You want to go first, or should I?"
"I'd like to do you first," I replied. "I can see the effect it's had on you. You really need to blow your load soon. Anyway, if you just relax and let me work on you, I'll be able to watch you shoot. If we come together, I'll probably have my eyes closed when we come, and it won't be the same." I felt Bob's fingertip push into my foreskin and lightly tickle my gaping pee-hole.
"I like it that way too," he answered. "I've jacked with guys before, and I really enjoy watching their faces when they come. I like to feel the dick swelling just before they come, and see the head get darker. That really does something for me."
"Then let me do you like I did Mike," I suggested. I got two hand towels from the bathroom and spread one over Bob's stomach.
"Can I hold you while you're jacking me?" he asked.
"That get you excited?" I asked. "It does for me."
"Yeah, I want to hold your hot cock while you're stroking mine," he replied.
"Just be careful not to stroke me," I advised. "I'd hate to lose my load just as you're starting to come." His warm fingers closed around my prick, clasping it gently without sliding the skin. I steadied his prick with my left hand around his shaft, holding it almost upright as I began moving the fingertips of my right hand around the slippery wet dome of his naked helmet.
"Ooohhhhh," he moaned as he felt the caresses against his exposed nerve endings.
"I know this is gonna be intense," I said. "I could try to stroke your skin up against your rim, but that might make you sore."
"Yeah, my skin's still a lot shorter than yours," he said, "and you can't do me like you did Mike. You'd have to pull too hard to cover the head, and the pressure you'd have to use would squeeze the blood out of it."
"I figured that," I said. "Anyway, the head's gonna be much more sensitive when it's swollen like it is now. That's why you're really feeling it, even tough I'm going kinda light." He was feeling it, because his breathing was becoming ragged as his excitement mounted.
"That's really hot, what you're doin'," he whispered. "I can feel it deep down inside the head."
"Just try to stay relaxed," I urged. "Don't tighten up if you can help it, because that'll make you come faster."
"I know. The longer it takes, the hotter my come is," he said. "That work the same way for you?"
"It does," I replied. "My orgasms are always more intense when I have a long build-up. You're really leaking fluid." Bob's slit was pouring out large drops of lubricant, and I was spreading them over the compound curves of his helmet, hitting all the nerve endings.
"Now I'll work around your rim," I continued. With your skin back, I can reach the rim and into the groove behind it." As my fingertips worked around his corona, Bob's breathing became more shallow and rapid.
"I can feel the head gettin' harder," I said. "The color's darker too. That means you're close."
"Ohhhh," he moaned, becoming lost in the closed world of his sensation. I ran my fingertips into his groove, caressing the nerve endings that so craved attention and making his prick twitch in response. More fluid seeped from the parted lips of his long slit, and I spread it over the hot surfaces of his glans, adding to his sensations. His balls were very tight against his body, and his hips were bucking slightly. Now I removed my fingers from his glans.
"I'm gonna stop for a few seconds to give you a chance to relax," I said. "Just get your muscles nice and loose, so you don't come too fast."
"That was so intense," he whispered. "While you were stroking my tip, it felt like I was gonna come any second."
"That's the way it's supposed to feel," I said. "You're right at the edge of the plateau. Your balls are tight, your tip's dark and swollen, and you'd have come in a few more seconds if I hadn't stopped." I saw that Bob was making a conscious effort to relax, writhing on the bed to loosen his muscles. However, his shaft and head remained as hard as before.
"Okay, let's do it again," he said. I touched my fingertips to his tip, moving them in small circles, and he began to moan lightly.
"Just relax," I said, but don't worry if you tighten up. The way I'm stroking your tip, you won't be able to control yourself." I was tracing circles around his slit, spreading the steady flow of lubricant, and then I began working down towards the rim again. My thumb was on the broad upper surface of his engorged helmet and my other fingers pressed into the triangular groove under the head, bringing forth a load moan as he felt the full impact of the sensations.
"Your prick's twitching again," I commented as I saw his eyes close, and I knew that he was withdrawing into himself, his mind totally focused on the sharp sensations in his glans and becoming oblivious to the outside world. I felt his warm fingers clasping my prick, but luckily he wasn't sliding my foreskin or I would have been in danger of losing my load right then.
My fingertips wept around his rim, alternating direction as they probed into the deep groove behind it, and I felt his prick twitch again. Bob moaned loudly, and a short gush of clear fluid erupted from his slit to run down the top of his helmet. I gathered it under my fingertips and spread it around his rim. His face was flushed, and he began grunting in time with my fingertip strokes on his tip.
"Just let it happen," I urged as I felt his excitement rising to its peak. His prick was twitching steadily now, and I knew he was poised at the brink. Now his hips bucked and his shaft jerked in my hand.
"OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!" he cried as his helmet throbbed under my fingers. A thick rope of white fluid shot up from his slit, distending the lips as it slammed through them. His fingers tightened around my shaft and his prick throbbed again. The second discharge erupted to fall onto the towel, and I heard him bellow again as the hot fury of orgasm swept through his body.
I felt his straining glans throb again, hammering against my fingertips as another hot jet spewed from him, raining down onto the towel. Bob's entire body shuddered as he groaned in joyful agony.
I stopped caressing his throbbing tip, to avoid over-stimulating him if his glans became too sensitive, as mine did during climax, but his prick throbbed again, sending another load onto the towel. Bob continued to groan, his hot hard prick still throbbing between my fingers, but the next discharges were weaker, subsiding into a dribble as his orgasm neared its end.
Bob's body relaxed as he sank into the torpor that inevitably follows orgasm. His fingers loosened their grip around my penis, and his breathing slowly returned to normal. After a minute he opened his eyes and spoke:
"Wow, that sent me. That really sent me. I haven't had a come like that in a long time."
"I'm glad it was good for you," I said. "I almost came myself. I could feel your prick throbbing, and I saw the way you shot your loads. It was really nice for me too."
"You were really making my tip throb at the end. It felt like it was gonna burst."
"Yeah, it was all swollen and dark from the blood, and it was so shiny too." I felt his shaft softening between my fingers as I spoke. "I stopped stroking you after the third come," I continued. "I thought your tip might get too sensitive. I forgot to ask you."
"I'm glad you stopped when you did. My tip wasn't that sensitive before, but now since I've been keeping it covered, it's gotten a lot more sensitive. I've got to stop touching it when I'm about half-way through coming."
"Well, keep it covered and moist and it'll keep gettin' more sensitive."
"How long did it take you?" he asked.
"I found my tip was becoming more sensitive a few weeks after I'd had it covered, but it kept on gettin' more sensitive for a couple of years. It really felt good, and it was gettin' better all the time." As I spoke I wiped down his prick, milking the last drops and dabbing his long slit with the towel. As a final step I worked his foreskin down over the shrunken helmet to keep it moist and protected.
"Well, thanks for a terrific hand job, or finger job, whatever it was," he said. He propped himself on one elbow. "Now it's my turn to do you. How do you want it? Like you did me, or stroke your skin?"
"I'd like you to stroke my skin," I answered. "Even when I was a kid, and saw how an older boy jacked himself with his foreskin, I wanted to feel that sensation. I really enjoy feeling the skin slide over my helmet." I milked Bob's prick as I spoke, bringing the residue to the end, where I gently wiped it off with a corner of the towel. Then I brought his foreskin forward to cover the shrinking head.
"Okay, just lie down and enjoy it," he said as he spread the other towel over my stomach. "I'll do you like you did Mike." His warm fingers closed around my penis, which was rock-hard from the vicarious excitement, and I felt him begin to slide my foreskin over my swollen helmet.
"You like long strokes or short strokes?" he asked.
"Nice long slow strokes," I replied.
"I thought you'd like that," he said. "It must feel really nice when that skin goes all the way back, and then comes all the way up to cover the big head." He was moving my foreskin with two fingers, lightly gripping it as he stroked it up and down. His other hand was cupping my balls.
"It feels good," I said as I felt the gliding action of my foreskin covering and baring my swollen helmet, caressing the nerve endings as it swept along its length.
"I love to watch and feel a hot guy get off," he said as he continued to stroke me. "I know you do, and I get as much of a thrill out of it as you. The difference is that I don't have to worry about coming."
"I'd like to hold your prick, then," I said. "I enjoy holding it because it's you, even though it's not hard anymore."
"I want you to hold it, anything to help you along." I wrapped my fingers around his soft prick, gently kneading it, secure in the knowledge that I wouldn't spoil his concentration by driving him into orgasm.
"Just relax," he continued. "Just relax and stay with me. I'll go nice and slow to let you feel every stroke."
"Good, I can feel them now, and they're really hot."
"Feel the way the skin's coming down, stretching over your head? Now the edge of the skin's right on the rim, and then I'll snap it down into the groove." I felt the gentle tugging and the delicious sliding feeling as my foreskin stretched to remain poised on my flaring rim just before it snapped down into the deep groove behind it.
"You've got that sexy flaring rim, like me," he continued. "I can see your scar ring right behind it. It's not as noticeable as mine. Now I'll bring your skin up against your rim. Feel it snap over your rim just now? It squeezed your rim a little, and now it's covering the whole head." I felt the hot sensations as he stretched my foreskin up to form a pucker beyond the end of my helmet.
"Now I'll stretch it back again, the way you like," he said as he slowly uncovered my glans. "That big purple helmet's so sexy looking. It's all filled with blood, and gettin' darker. I can feel it gettin' harder, too, through the skin.
"Stretch the skin back hard," I urged. "That feels good too." His fingers tightened on my prick as he pushed my foreskin down off the head and stretched it back to bare my groove.
"You've got a deep groove behind the head," he said. "That looks really nice, with the big purple helmet standing out in front of the groove. It's so hard and shiny."
"It feels good when you stretch the skin right back," I said. "That stretches the nerve endings in the skin." Bob's warm fingers slowly brought my foreskin forward to envelop the rim and then to ride down over the taper of my helmet.
"Now I'll do something a little different," he said as he slowly stripped my helmet bare again and placed his palm over the top of the dome. "Feel it when I move my palm across your slit?"
"Ooooohhhh, that's hot," I said as his palm moved back and forth across my hole, stretching the lips from side to side.
"I knew it would be," he continued, keeping his stroking slow and regular, working me up gradually. "Your tip's really hard and dark right now."
"Almost," I whispered, and I felt myself withdrawing from the outside world, completely captivated by the hot sensations Bob's skillful fingers were pouring into my straining prick. My grip tightened on his soft penis, kneading the foreskin and the precious head inside it.
"Now let's go faster," he said as his fingers accelerated, bringing my foreskin up until its edge butted against the palm that was caressing the front dome of my helmet, and then whipping it back hard to uncover the head right down to the groove, shocking the nerve endings in the tightly stretched skin. I gasped, and my eyes closed. The hot sensations made me start to moan.
"You're right there," he said. "I'll slow down a bit to keep you on the edge and make your coming hotter." His fingers relaxed around my foreskin, barely moving it, and his palm twisted around the dome of my helmet instead of stroking it. My breathing came faster, in groans and gasps, as I felt the sensations build up and my straining helmet ached for the release of orgasm. The tension built in my body as Bob bumped the back of my rim with my thick ring of foreskin.
Now I felt his fingers tighten around my prick, and he smoothly swept my foreskin up over my engorged helmet. Hot sparks of sensation stabbed deeply into my glans, and the core of my being exploded.
I heard myself crying out as my cock-root contracted, sending the first hot torrent of sperm up my prick to where it poured out against his palm. I felt the stream searing my tube, and then spreading between Bob's palm and the front dome of my helmet, cushioning the friction against my inflamed nerve endings. The next second, my cock-root went into another spasm, and the next burning gush poured through my prick and erupted against Bob's palm.
I was helpless in his hands as he tore the orgasm from my shuddering body. My prick strained with the pressure of another jet that splashed against his palm and then flowed down over my helmet, spread by my moving foreskin. Now I felt him wrench my hood back sharply, holding it under tension well back from my rim and groove as another stream of cream poured from my prick. Bob had remembered that my prick, like his, became very sensitive during orgasm.
The final spasms shook my body, and then I began to relax, drifting off into a cloud of torpor and apathy as the tension left me. I felt Bob's fingers still holding my prick, which was subsiding from its excited state. My breathing slowed and became more regular as the daze crept over me. After a few minutes I opened my eyes and looked at Bob, who was staring at me thoughtfully.
"That was one hell of a come," he said. "Your cock was really jerking and throbbing in my hand."
"It felt good," I said, "really good. You did a terrific job on my prick. I can feel it still twitching deep inside." Bob pressed a couple of fingers under my scrotum.
"I can feel it too, right there inside you." He removed his fingers and began milking my softening prick. Running a finger up the underside of my shaft, he forced out the residue and caught the dribble with a corner of the towel. He then brought my foreskin up over the head.
"You blew one hell of a load," he continued. "Your cock was jerking in my hand, your big tip throbbing against my palm, and you were yelling like I was torturing you."
"Well, I get pretty vocal too," I said. "You were loud when you came. That was music to my ears. I love to hear a man yell and howl when I make him come."
"I enjoy that too. I really enjoyed this, making you come after you made me blow my load. I knew exactly what you were feeling, and if I hadn't just come myself, your hand wrapped around my cock would have made me lose my load." He stared deeply into my eyes, strengthening the bond that already existed between us. We'd both attained new foreskins, and we'd shared orgasms with them as well.
The End
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