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It was now a month since Nigel Redmond had gone back to regular swimming practice with Coach Russo and the team at Atlantic High. No longer the embarrassed uncut new guy sporting a tight British foreskin, he looked forward to every showering session as an opportunity to show off his newly circumcised dick. Nigel's shaft still had the look of a newly cut cock, the reddish scar almost an inch back from his helmet. Still, it was toughening up and getting darker by the week. What pleased him most was now that his helmet had been freed from the overtight frenum, so skilfully cut away by Dr. Rosenberg, his cock crown was begin to spread and grow, giving him a deep V shaped valley of sensitive flesh on the underside.
Standing as usual next to Ramol del Santo sharing a shower head, Nigel was no longer worried about the effects of soaping his cock slowly and firmly, in order to bring himself to a stiff erection in imitation of the boy-men who made up Atlantic's swimming team. Caressing his balls with silky, soapy, hot water he decided that it must be soon safe to have his first post-circumcision wank, something Dr. Rosenberg had warned him against for at least six weeks. It was six weeks, all but a day and Nigel’s balls were beginning to tell the strain of his enforced abstinence. Looking down to Ramol's much longer flaccid cock Nigel almost brought himself off there and then as he fantasised about the next time he would be able to get onto Ramol's bed and feel the grinding of eight inches of solid Mexican flesh ploughing into his tight ass.
Walking home along the Bay Shore Road looking out over the Narrows, Nigel enjoyed as always the sight of men and boys jogging their way along the tree lined parkway. The older men seemed to prefer the genital disguising running shorts of yesteryear but more and more of the younger crowd were opting for skin hugging lycra that did little do hide, but rather emphasised their cocks, in all shapes and sizes. Nigel sat himself down on a bench ostensibly looking out over the water to Staten Island but in reality in order to be at crotch-eye level with the joggers making their way along the water's edge. Here was the sturdy, bold tube of flesh pointing proudly to the right with its circumcised head so prominently outlined by skin tight material. There, the bunched up genitals of a blond god, three balls the smallest of which had the form of a button mushroom popping upwards. Five minutes brought along a tanned, dark haired young man with the longest legs
imaginable at the top of which nested a bulge to die for. Two balls each separated by a seam of lycra and a long upright cock flaring out in a massive plum, its deep V shaped wedge obscenely thrown into prominence by the skin hugging shorts.
Nigel pictured in his teenage head the cocks and balls of the runners who passed him by, imagining the shorn cocks denuded of foreskin and permanently ready for action. With his hands in his loose fitting pockets he gently rubbed and stroked at his own new all American cock enjoying the intensity of feeling when his fingers touched at the site of the frenum scar. Yes, tonight he really would have the wank he longed for. Gazing ahead of him Nigel spotted yet another jogger slowly pounding his way along the path in a one piece lycra running outfit. The tanned thighs and arms suggested a muscular sports fitness addict. The man, probably in his early twenties slowed down a few yards before reaching the place where Nigel sat but continued to stare into the distance oblivious to all around him. Nigel's eyes were however fixed on the bulbous crotch. A four or five inch tube of flesh was positioned horizontally to the left, nicely defined above the heavy ball
sack. But where was the cut head, with its crown forcing itself against the lycra sheathing? No, Nigel was amazed to see clearly outlined, a slender tapering foreskin, a miniature or not so miniature elephant's trunk so like the one he had recently been in possession of. For an instant Nigel's mind went into overdrive as he pictured the tanned jogger being examined by handsome Dr. Schneider. What mystery would the doctor reveal as he skinned back the tapering foreskin? Would he see a deep purple helmet, a red or pink crown? How far down would be he be able to pull the skin? Did it slide easily or would it require a tug to get it over the ridge which was nonetheless plainly visible through both the layers, lycra and foreskin? Did this anonymous jogger skin back to piss or did he let himself cascade out through his trunk? Nigel almost made himself himself cum at the thought of what was not so well hidden by the running outfit. As the jogger
disappeared into the distance Nigel felt the cold sticky leak of his pre-cum inside his bower briefs.
Wandering slowly back to the Redmond's apartment, Nigel continued to indulge himself in fantasy land as he caught glimpses of bulges outlined in chinos, dress pants, shorts and sports pants. What did each contain: cut or uncut, thick or thin, long or short? Had every one he passed been Gomco'ed at birth like the majority of his new classmates? How many had had the experiences of Domingo, del Santo and himself, stretched out in a doctor's office seeing their foreskin sliced away above a ring of steel?
Late that evening Nigel undressed for bed and rather than leave his boxer briefs on spread himself out on his bed naked in the dim light of the room. Closing his eyes and bringing to mind a gallery of cocks he began to tenderly massage his pale nipples, occasionally giving each one a little nip with his fingernails. Along they passed in his mind's eye, the teenage cocks from Moss Bank: Barrett with his long crinkly foreskin which glided back at a slight touch, Gregs the first boy to sprout a bush whose cock skin seemed to shrink in less than a month to reveal the tip of his helmet, Morrison the possessor of a thick cock whose short stubby overhang slipped back of its own accord the moment he began to get a stiff. They all came vividly to mind, the foreskins loose, long, puckered, close fitting or open at the tip revealing piss slit lips. Then came the cocks of Atlantic High, tightly circumcised, ringed with brown scars topped with crowns of every shape
and dimension, small button mushrooms on top of thick shafts, great plums wider than the tubes of flesh which supported them. The thought of so many contrasting dicks and the pleasures to be had with them soon had his Nigel's own cock standing stiffly above his groin with its newly bared helmet throbbing in the coolness of the night.
Slathering hand-cream onto the scarred shaft Nigel began to work his hand up and down the recently cut flesh pushing his thumb into the deep groove created by Dr. Rosenberg a few minutes before his foreskin had been taken away forever. Remembering himself being ploughed by Coach Russo, del Santo and Domingo in the week before his circumcision, his stiff cock being strangled by its foreskin, Nigel focused his fantasy on the dual pleasures of his so sensitive cock and the thought of his love nut being massaged once more by Raoul del Santo. After six weeks of enforced abstinence it did not take too long for Nigel to feel his balls tightening and the familiar throb make itself felt deep in his groin. Opening his eyes to watch himself spurt he gasped as the long string stream of white juice shot out of his piss slit. With his groin muscles clenching and his shaft and helmet tingling to the unaccustomed touches, he poured out his boy juice onto his stomach,
the creamy fluid soaking into his neatly trimmed bush and beyond..........
Nigel could hardly wait for classes to be over on Friday. At mid-morning recess he managed to get a few moments alone with Raoul del Santo and in the quiet of the fourth floor bathroom recount how he had "done it" for the first time as the two of them took a leisurely piss side by side at the unscreened urinals. Despite seeing Raoul's circumcised Mexican dick at least twice a week after swimming practice, Nigel could hardly keep his eyes off the dark shaft and the deep piss slit lips as they flared open to let the golden liquid out.
"OK, lets go uptown tomorrow for the afternoon and then back to my place." Raoul wanted to be the first to fuck with "BritDick" and letting him have the pleasure of getting his newly shorn shaft into a tight arse. "Behave yourself tonight and save your juice for me."
After a leisurely afternoon in downtown Brooklyn, trying on jeans and sportwear, trainers and jackets, though without ever buying, testing games and the latest electronic gadgetry and a furtive visit to a side street store to buy Nigel a bottle "Stallion", the two made their way back to Bay Ridge and Raoul's empty house. His parents and kid brothers would be out till late and the swim team mates would have the place to themselves for a few hours. Pausing only to down a couple of sodas, Nigel and Raoul were soon fondling one another's crotches whilst watching the tail end of a football match. Making obscene comments about the tightly packed bulges of the players, some of whom definitely intended to do their best to advertise the benefits of slim fit pads and pants in order to give the spectators a clear view of all-American cock on display, Nigel and Raoul simultaneously began to unzip each other and tease their now thickening cocks.
Ten minutes later, upstairs in Raoul's room the boys stripped off impatiently before throwing themselves onto the bed in a flurry of embraces and kisses. Rubbing and pinching at each others nipples, stroking at ball sacs and massaging rampant cocks, the two rolled around like playful puppies. At length, Raoul had Nigel stretched out legs apart to kneel and give pleasure to the newly circumcised cock. Remembering the first time that hot lips had wrapped around his own freshly cut penis he took the stiff organ in his mouth and explored the shape of the crown with his tongue. Probing deep into the piss slit he forced the lips apart and brought Nigel to the edge of ecstasy. Exploring the deep valley where the frenum had been cut away he flicked his tongue from side to side and had his teenage lover crying out in pleasure. Slowly but surely he swallowed more of the cock to work on the still sensitive ridge of scar tissue where the Gomco clamp had so
efficiently done its work. Sucking and tonguing the band of red flesh which separated the newly exposed inner skin from the outer shaft skin Raoul passionately and slowly gave Nigel an experience of man love which the English boy could never have known until the day Dr. Rosenberg freed his cock from its restraint.
Nigel was on the verge of ejaculating in Raoul's warm mouth when the Mexican, realising just how close his English friend must be to ejaculating, took his mouth of the super-sensitive shaft and reached over for the bottle of "Stallion". Anointing both his own arse bud and Nigel's stiff cock with the cool liquid, Raoul shifted position and presented his dark buttocks to Nigel, pulling the boy up towards his spreading arse cheeks. Planting himself in a kneeling position Raoul whispered "Fill me" as Nigel pushed himself forward towards to the glistening asshole.
Niigel was amazed at how smoothly his cock slipped into Raoul's arse bud and he shouted out in joy as the tight lips of Raoul's chute clasped themselves around his cock helmet. Unable to resist, he plunged in without pausing to feel the whole length of his cock gripped by the tight muscles of Raoul's bowels. Never having known the thrill of fucking before, he had only the experience of being fucked by Coach Russo, Domingo and of course Raoul himself, Nigel at first cautiously began to pull himself in and out of the slippery cavern. Remembering how he had felt the thrill of big cockheads pulling his arse bud apart he dared to replicate the action with Raoul, slipping his plum shaped helmet half in and out, letting the tight muscle of the anus clasp at his helmet.
"Fuck me deep." Raoul implored. "Get inside me.” "Ride me hard." Nigel began to buck and thrust, slowly at first and then with increased frenzy, hyper sensitive to the grip of Raoul's arse around his cock flesh. The moment he fixed his mind on the tight chute squeezing itself around his circumcision scar, gripping the tender flesh and sending shock waves through his groin he felt the tension building in his groin. Grabbing Raoul ever tighter around the waist, he drove himself deeper and deeper into the Mexican's arse and closing his eyes cried out as his balls tightened and his cock started to spurt its juice deep into Raoul's arse. Unable to stop himself, he continued to plough in and out of the slippery chute until he was spent and his cock had begun to deflate.
With his own boy juice leaking out of Raoul's arse bud, Nigel went down on the Mexican's stiff cock and began the delightful task of bring his friend to his own moment of pleasure. In and out of the pale lips the long, thick, dark cock appeared and disappeared as Nigel took it as deep and deeper than he could ever have imagined. "I want you in me again" Nigel whispered. Mesmerised as he had been when Dr. Schneider had given him the rectal examination, Nigel wanted the feel of Raoul's hard helmet against his love nut once more.
Laid out on the bed, Nigel spread his legs and let Raoul pull them up onto his shoulders for a deep and vigorous fuck. Eight solid inches of Mexican cock filled him in a moment, and despite the exhaustion occasioned by his own ejaculation Nigel bucked and screamed as Raoul rode into him with vigour and determination. Nigel felt he would cum again as the massive cock head ground itself against his love nut and causing his tender cock to swell again, so soon after cuming. Raoul sensed that Nigel would want his arse lips to be teased and gave him the thrill of his supersized cock helmet jigging in and out of the arse bud for a while before plunging back into the depths of Nigel's bowels. Thrusting himself into Nigel for the final assault, Raoul pulled the pale hips of his lover towards him to get in as deep as possible. Ramming his cock far into the tight, soft flesh he leaned downwards to nibble on the English boy's nipples the moment his own cock
began to throb and spurt into Nigel's chute. The two lovers moaned and cried out as Raoul released his juice and Nigel's once more semi hard cock dribbled a fresh round of pre-cum milk.
Spent and drained Nigel and Raoul wrapped themselves in each other's arms, cocks and balls pushing one against the other. Raoul slipped his tongue between the soft lips of his English friend whilst reaching down to caress once more Nigel's dick. Finding the tender line of the circumcision and running his finger ever so gently around it, he whispered, "welcome to America."
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by Jeremy at hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk