Nick and I lay naked side by side staring at the ceiling, after sex. “Aren’t these dorm beds great? So narrow,” he said as he gently rubbed his thigh against mine. Our pricks were still engorged, but no longer rock hard; we wiggled them for mutual admiration. I thought his prick was surprisingly thick for a skinny guy, then mentally corrected myself: if there was one thing I have learned about guys and their cocks it was that you could never make predictions based on what the body looked like. But still...
We continued to oscillate our proud towers. Nick’s was light colored and veiny; his large purplish dickhead was blunt, it didn’t taper gracefully like mine. We were both six and a half fully erect. No fun there; I enjoyed the teasing and banter that resulted from minute disputes about length. But the ruler didn’t lie. Nick never bragged about his superior thickness, which was fine with me. But I told him I could never take that thing of his up the ass and he never insisted. As the wiggling continued I thought I detected the smell of our drying cum drifting over. I started to think about my best friend and Nick somehow picked up on it:
“You’re not thinking about Jason again, are you?”
“Yeah.”
“Look, he’s straight and thinks you are too, what with your bearded lady and all.” He was referring to Sally, my fake girlfriend, my “beard”. Suddenly, Nick stood up on the bed and waved his arms around. “What’s wrong with me. I’m a bit skinny, so what.” He began pinching the skin on his chest and stomach; he turned around and slapped his bum and spread the small hairy mounds apart.
“We suck and fuck. What’s your problem?”
“Yeah, about once a week. Whoop-de-doo.”
If only you were a bit more discreet, Nick, I wanted to say. Instead, I continued to lie there and think about Jason, and then remembered his strange request of me. “Oh, did I tell you, Jason asked me to go to the doctor with him tomorrow. Apparently he’s going in to be circumcised.”
“Oh no, that’s terrible. He’s lucky to still have his skin. He must be nuts.” I didn’t respond, not wanting to be dragged into another argument about circumcision. I liked my cock cut and had no problem with the fact that I had been sliced well before the age of consent. Nick on the other hand acted like his arm had been amputated.
“So now he’ll look like us. But why does he want you along?”
“He didn’t say. Only that I had to be there too.”
Suddenly I felt Nick’s warm mouth engulf my cock. Jesus, he was coming back for more! He withdrew briefly to look at me and explain: “I may not see you again for awhile.” I just wanted to get dressed and over to the campus gym for my workout but Nick’s cock sucking skills proved irresistible. As he kissed my shaft and grabbed my balls I closed my eyes and pretended it was Jason. But Nick certainly knew how to suck cock: he knew how to bite just hard enough without scratching, how to work the tongue and lips, how to deep throat, how to slide his teeth along the shaft so precisely, ending with tugs at the ridge of my dickhead. Although I had no more juice in me Nick managed eventually to have his second helpings.
The next day I met Jason at his place and expressed curiosity about the reason for accompanying him to the doctor’s, but he refused to say anything. We were best buds and these non-explanations were part of the Male Code: when he was ready to say something he would, so I didn’t press him. When we were driving to the doctor’s I said “It looks better cut, you know.”
“You think?” he replied, grinning and happy.
“Well, of course. Why else are you getting it done?”
“No reason. Just the appearance. It’s the ultimate body art; better than a tattoo or a piercing.”
“Bare knobs rule!”
Then I thought: if I was ever going to make it with Jason the extra flap of skin on his cock would be no more. No soft skin to stretch and nibble at, to yank and twist and pinch. But make it with Jason? Hah, what a joke! When I glanced his way I saw that he looked like his typical self: adorable toothy grin; light straw colored hair permanently dishevelled like he just woke up; full red lips; hint of stubble on his chin. But he still refused to explain why he wanted me to tag along. All he said was that it was for the “preliminaries”. That was fine with me; I couldn’t stand the sight of blood. When we arrived at the doctor’s office we were greeted by a middle aged bald man in horn rimmed glasses, Dr. Redmond. After a few formalities Jason got right down to business which immediately enlightened me as to my role:
“Doc, I want my dick to look exactly like Kevin’s here.” They both looked at me. I stared back, dumfounded. “Well, he’s got to see it. Drop your pants, dude.” The doctor added more professionally: “Please pull down your trousers.” I am ashamed to admit I felt a little embarrassed, due to the unexpectedness of the request. Also, just having my cock exposed while wearing clothes has always struck me as a bit undignified. I have no problem taking a communal shower but feel self-conscious using the public urinals. Go figure. Anyway, I complied with the request, pulling my briefs down to my knees with a what-the-fuck attitude which I faked, my cock now exposed for scrutiny.
“There doc, see, I want it to look exactly like that!”
“You mean the shaded ring around the shaft? Well, your friend here was probably done as an infant.”
They both looked at me. I just shrugged. I mean, I guess I was clipped as a baby. I never thought about it much; until I got to see some uncut cocks at school I always thought I was born that way. The doctor continued: “We use different techniques for older guys like you. I use the sleeve re-section method. Here, look at these pictures.”
Jason looked at some photos of penises and was clearly impressed and excited. Leaning over his shoulder I noticed that most of the shafts on display showed two distinct shaded areas. “Hey, this one looks just like Gary’s...wow, that’s neat,” he said in wondrous admiration. I was flattered that Jason had wanted a highly visible circ line like mine and was a bit put off that he didn’t attempt to fight hard for it. But it was probably just as well; if he looked like me I might have felt like a kid whose best friend gets a toy just like his. The doctor indicated he wanted to examine Jason’s cock, so now it was time for him to put on a show: “Now Jason, I want to see your penis.” My friend lowered his pants while I raised mine. I luxuriated in the rare sanction of staring at another guy’s cock. It was probably longer than my own softie but not appreciably thicker. Also darker. A fascinating specimen and not just because of who it was attached to.
“Please draw the skin back.” Jason’s eyes clouded over at the request. I thought: Oh shit, this is hilarious. His silly reticence reminded me of the uncut guys in the gym showers going through all sorts of contortions when drawing their foreskins back to wash underneath, so afraid to expose their knobs to a bunch of guys whose own knobs were already exposed! The doctor and I exchanged smirks.
I was encouraging: “Come on, Jason, let’s see it. Skin it back.”
He started to protest: “Does Kevin have to...” and then stopped himself, realizing how ridiculous his embarrassment was. So he just shrugged and slowly drew his foreskin back to expose a slightly oversized cockhead. It appeared to be of a slightly darker color than my own knob’s eraser pink. The doctor leaned over for a closer look. So did I. He then started to gently squeeze and tug at the extra skin. I was having a hard time controlling my mirth; Jason had a look of misery on his face. After this brief examination the doctor then told him to pull his pants up, and he was given a brochure to study. A time for the procedure was scheduled. We left soon after that. On the drive home I had a few things to discuss with my buddy.
“Uh, Jason, it’s very flattering that you wanted to look like me, but I didn’t know you had such a good idea of what my wiener looks like.”
“Ah, come on Kevin, don’t let’s bullshit. We noticed each other at school.”
Of course he was right, seeing his cock in the doctor’s office was no revelation. Last year when we were seniors in high school the end of his gym period coincided with the start of mine. We often saw each other with our pants down or even naked, him coming back from the showers, me getting into my gym clothes. I almost fainted when I saw him naked for the first time, beads of water still clinging to his white skinned body from the shower, affording me a mental snap shot for later jackoff purposes: smooth rounded chest muscles, decent biceps, yellow leg hairs, darkish dangling uncut cock, low hangers, pure white hairless ass. It was probably a good thing that we were never in the same gym class. I had had enough of a problem trying not to pop a boner in the showers as it was.
“I might have checked you out a couple of times. School mate curiosity. But about those pictures of dicks, the one that you said looks like Gary’s. You mean Gary Jarvis?”
“Yeah, Gary Jarvis. He’s got a real great two tone; you know, dark shaft and light pink skin near the head.” My mind flipped back to conjure up Gary’s prick which I had seen a couple of times at school. The color contrast seemed a bit weird looking to me, but all a part of the wonderful variety that is so stimulating to the connoisseur of cock. But just talking about such things with my bud was giving me an erection again; I just had to get home and get my rocks off. But before that I teased him about his reluctance to skin it back in front of me. “...of all the stupid things to do, when you’re going to get your foreskin cut off. Your knob will be exposed soon now anyway.”
“Cut dudes just don’t understand. Until I get the operation done I’m still uncircumcised and I feel embarrassed skinning it back in front of you guys. I know it’s kind of stupid but that’s how it is. It’s like we’re not really naked when our knobs are covered up. It’ll be better when there’s nothing to skin back Understand?”
I did understand, sort of, but didn’t let on. I just looked at him like he was crazy. He had a class so I dropped him off and headed back to my room. When I got there Nick was sleeping on the couch. Normally this would have pissed me off but in my mood I wanted to fuck him real good.
“Sorry Kev, I just wanted to talk and so I let myself in.”
“That’s okay. I’m horny as hell.” Hearing this Nick snapped to attention and began to strip. So did I. As I lowered my underwear I mused: “God, I wish Jason wasn’t straight. But maybe he’s at least curious. Do you think?”
“Why not just ask him ...do you want to suck first?”
“No, just assume the position... because he might freak out and I’d fuck up our friendship...for Christ sake, Nick, take your socks off.”
“Sorry...you don’t have to come right out and ask. Hint around...Jesus, you are horny, I’ve never seen your cock get hard so fast. Stick it in.”
I studied Nick’s ass carefully while my cock hovered near his hole, ready for the plunge in. Maybe I haven’t been paying enough attention to good ol’ Nick. For a skinny guy he had a real nice bum. It was small of course, with wiry hairs evenly distributed on his somewhat flat ass mounds. I began to palm it, gently squeezing the skin and pinching the hairs. He shot his head back and said: “Foreplay? Fingering my ass?”
I laughed and dug my cock into his hole, maybe a little too hard. I felt his warm insides and exhaled in elementary pleasure as I went up his channel. Even though he was constructed to allow deep penetration and my average sized cock certainly allowed it, I withdrew half way for rapid stroking. My God, I thought, this feels great. When I first met Nick I considered him to be almost a sympathy fuck but I think I’ve grown accustomed to...his ass anyway. But the sight of Nick’s thin back could in no way compare to Jason’s broad muscular one. I continued my furious fucking and took hard swats at Nick ass. This is fun, I thought. Good ol’ Nick. He began grunting. I began grunting too. Balls swaying, sweat forming on our bodies I wanted to make it last but couldn’t. I withdrew, whipped off the sheath and splashed a generous load on his back.
As we rested on the bed afterwards I explained why Jason had wanted me to tag along to the doctor’s. He seemed to think this was a positive sign in my so far pathetic campaign for Jason’s cock and mind: “Well, he noticed your dick, didn’t he? Would he have bothered to note such a detail of your circumcision as your circ ring unless he was at least a bit interested.”
“Maybe. But we’re friends after all. Straight guys can do borderline gay things to each other if they’re friends. It probably means nothing.”
“Maybe not, but at the rate you’re going you’ll never find out. Shower?
“Okay, but let’s use the gym showers. Now, when it’ll be crowded in there.” So we sauntered over to the gym and were rewarded with my idea of paradise: a steamy shower room packed with young college dudes, eavesdropping on conversations between buddies, glimpsing wet cocks and ass cracks flooded with soapy water; the variety of pubic hair styling. And, an added bonus this time, a smooth skinned Freshmen bent over washing his feet, smooth white muscular ass pointed at me, pendulous hairy balls dangling between his legs. A perfect all-male world. All you needed for an entry ticket was a cock, size of no importance. Well, it took my mind off Jason for awhile.
***
A couple of months later following our midterms I was watching TV with Nick when I got a call from Jason. “Hi, I know we haven’t spoken much because of the exams and everything, but I had it done.”
“Your circumcision?”
“Yeah. I’m all healed up.”
“Uh, that’s great.”
‘Want to see it? The grand unveiling.”
I shot a smile at Nick, and said “Sure, I’d like to see it.” Then Nick butted in, loud enough for Jason to overhear: “I want to see it too. Bring it on!”
“Who’s that?”
I hesitated; Nick had a bit of a reputation but I didn’t know how far it had spread. “Uh, that was Nick Thomas. You know him?” After a pause Jason said in a flat tone: “Yeah, I think I’ve heard of him. Sure, bring him over...what the hell.”
We immediately started for Jason’s place. I warned Nick not to mouth off about circumcision. There was a time and place for everything, I thought, and an unveiling of this sort was definitely not the time for negative opinions. He appeared to understand. In a remarkably short time we were knocking on the door of Jason’s apartment. When he opened it and saw us he laughed, as if to say ‘couldn’t wait to see it, could you?’ I smiled sheepishly. Jason merely nodded a silent greeting to Nick and directed us to sit on the couch. He stood before us just a few feet away and paused, as if to build the tension. If I didn’t have a crush on this guy I would have thought the situation a bit ridiculous, but as it was I couldn’t wait to see his wiener.
“Come on, just drop ‘em.”
“Hope you think it’s cool.” And with that he unbuckled his belt, peeled his jeans down to his ankles, and then teased his boxers down. The full length of his cock slowly emerged from his shorts and hung there showing its subtle shades of brown and pink, the essence of his maleness, the flap now gone, his godhead fully exposed. I began to reflect on male beauty, how this sausage shaped appendage dangling before us made sense of all the rest: the hairy legs, the smooth muscles of the torso, the goofy smile, the wonderful body smell. The cock makes the man; he wouldn’t be one without it. The hottie spotted on the street or at the mall remains frustratingly unknown until by some happenstance you see that cock, what he’s got under those pants. Simple reassuring confidence that he’s got one.
“Well, what do you guys think?”
The color variation, while noticeable, wasn’t as prominent as Gary’s, but of course I didn’t point that out. I glanced at Nick who had a look of intense concentration as his eyes bore in on Jason’s cock. He just stared at it unblinkingly, Adam’s apple bobbing. He was no help. I had to say something. “It looks great, Jason, it really does.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Yeah. It looks sleek and ...fine. And now you’re one of us.”
“What about you...Nick, is it? What do you think.”
“Well, as cut ones go it’s one of the best, yes. But don’t you miss the skin?” Jason wagged his head, no. I hoped this would be the extent of Nick’s skepticism. I could just imagine him asking if he had saved the skin as a souvenir. But I began to feel a slight discomfort staring at Jason’s newly cut cock; before, I could explain his superior length as largely an optical illusion caused by the foreskin. Now this excuse was revealed as bogus. It was confusing: he was a crush but he was also a buddy and buddies obsessed about such things. It wasn’t that much bigger, mind you; maybe an inch, but between friends that was like a foot. Then to my extreme annoyance Nick chipped in:
“Hey Kev, it’s longer than yours.”
Jason humiliated me by laughing at this. But I was relieved he didn’t ask the obvious question of where Nick had seen mine; but I guess the assumption was pretty widespread that guys knew their friends’ status. Too soon, Jason lifted up his pants and the show was over.
***
When Nick phoned me a week later he sounded mysterious and giddy at the same time, so, figuring he was high on something, I resisted his invitation to drop by. But then he switched to a more sober voice and said: “Come over here in an hour. This hot guy I met is coming over and I’m in the mood for a three way.”
“Me too.” (I’m always in the mood for that).
“Oh, and don’t knock, just let yourself in. Remember that.”
More mysteriousness. I didn’t even get a chance to ask if the guy was good looking before he hung up on me. But I trusted Nick’s taste and was so horny I could have fucked almost anything except a chick. I did as instructed, drove over and entered Nick’s apartment without knocking.
My shock was not instantaneous. At first what registered were two naked figures on the floor, looking like a weird modernist bit of sculpture, a clumsy entangling of arms and legs, upraised bums and swaying scrotums. They were playing naked Twister! I recognized Nick’s white lean frame because I expected it, but the other participant remained a mystery - for about two seconds. Then a jolt of realization: it was Jason! When my presence was noticed Nick broke into a smile; Jason had a look of shocked terror. I guess I just gaped, I can’t honestly say. My mind raced ahead and my cogitations split in two: one accepted the factual reality of the scene before me, the other was trying to formulate a response to something which still seemed unreal. The result was a odd non-thinking stage of complete physical inaction.
“I think you guys know each other.”
I smiled when Jason tried to cover his stiff cock with a hand. “Relax Jason, it’s okay,” I said as I started to strip. Meanwhile my buddy’s expression was slowly relaxing, changing from horror to a wary nervousness. He withdrew his hand and an alarmingly long prick flung upwards towards the ceiling. Shaking, I somehow managed to complete the strip; Jason slowly disentangled himself from Nick and rose to face me at fight distance. I detected the hint of a smile in his eyes as I stood there frozen, savoring the euphoria of anticipated fun. Talk about getting lucky! I knew that what we were about to do would not fuck up our friendship at all but confirm a deeper bond. We lowered out eyes to enjoy our nakedness, a full measure this time, not a brief and nervous locker room glance. It was a good thing there was a carpet on the floor because I fell with a thump on my knees, staring straight at Jason’s cock. It had a slight curve to my right starting halfway down the shaft, something not featured in the soft version. He advanced the two feet between us and waved it near my face. Grabbing it, I gently finger stroked the softer underbelly of the shaft; and, with eyes closed, dragged my nostrils along the length of it, inhaling the faint cock smell. Jason then took over, gently poking me in the face, using his cockhead to take jabs at my nose and cheeks and then forcing me to close my eyes as the pink head caressed the sockets. Then he whacked me on the cheek, thump, thump, thump...
Opening my eyes and backing away slightly in preparation to suck him off properly I was momentarily distracted by the sight of his balls. No longer hidden by a hanging flaccid cock the full splendor of the sack was fully revealed: red and hairless smooth, hanging extremely low and loose and precariously connected to his body by a long delicate isthmus of skin, it held the two enormous swaying testicles. His left ball was bigger than the right and hanging lower, both nearly visible through the satiny skin. Was there such a thing as scrotum envy? I then slid my mouth into his prick tasting the skin with my lips and tongue, keeping the image of the brown shaft in my mind as the cock head jammed deep inside. Then I slowly withdrew with a harsh and noisy suck ... pop!, repeated many times, pop, pop, pop. I assaulted his shaft, my teeth delicately nipping away, my tongue gliding along its slickened length. I withdrew briefly to get a close up of his pink knob before hugging it with my lips and tasting it. Lost in the wonderland of the mouthful of wet cock I did not at first notice him grabbing my ears and trying to tug me upwards.
“Let me have some of yours.”
I rose unsteadily and noticed Nick on the couch whacking off to the sight of us, but Jason’s hands caressing my bum focussed my attention again. Now it was Jason’s turn as I felt my prick bury in his warm mouth. He had a lack of skill both sweet and charming, but when he tried to go in too deep and gagged I couldn’t resist a chuckle. Nick laughed louder and Jason withdrew with a little boy expression, like he had done something wrong. I responded by grabbing his ears and leading him back in. He took it slower and chewed away, grabbing and holding my nuts and then inching a finger close to my asshole. He withdrew a short time later, some instinct telling us that a premature coming would spoil a lot of fun. So we just collapsed on the floor, panting, staring in wonder at each other.
Nick then said: “Say Kevin, do you think I could be of some service?” Smiling, he flipped himself around, knees now indenting the couch, and waved his small boney hairy rump at us. Then, using both hands he slowly pried his ass cheeks apart revealing a winking pink anus surrounded by a thick mass of curly black hairs.
“I think you better go first, Kevin. Jason’s a rookie, I think.” Jason’s face darkened a bit at this assessment although its truth seemed obvious. “Besides, your smaller prick can stretch me if Jason wants to give it a try.” He’ll fuck me if he’ll fuck anybody I wanted to reply; but the “I don’t know about this” look on his face told me that seduction of a sort was still required. The cock sucking was fine but Jason might have mistaken it for the main event. Maybe if he saw how much fun ass fucking was he would become greedy like me.
“Watch and learn, Jason.” Quickly preparing myself, I mounted Nick and drove deep inside.
“Hey, fuck, take it easy man.”
I eased up and began a rhythmical stroking, aware of the former object of my fantasies right beside me looking on, eyes glued to the sight of my cock plunging between Nick’s white ass crack. I reached over and began palming Jason’s bum; it felt marvellous: smooth, round, and solid. Jason then kneaded and slapped mine, again inching a finger close to my hole. My mounting excitement was now impossible to control, I began to stroke faster and I was torn by the desire to give in now and the desire to save some more for later. Shit! Resistence now impossible I quickly withdrew, unsheathed myself and shot a huge load on Nick’s back. I looked down at my disobedient prick slimy with my juice, wanting to chastise the now useless thing.
I thought maybe I could rest awhile to gather strength for a crack at Jason but I could see from the wild look in his eyes that he had other ideas. He started manhandling me, clumsily twisting my unresisting body. Oh shit, he wants my ass! Well, not exactly how I saw things unfolding, but what the hell? Nick shot me a look of wonder and annoyance; he had never been awarded the pleasure of my ass. I guess he would just have to be understanding, that’s all. Jason eventually had me flat on my back.
“Missionary, Jason?”
“Do him doggy,” pleaded Nick.
Ignoring this request, Jason spread my legs in the air while his stiff cock hovered close to my hole. Nick hopped off the couch for a better view of the penetration while I braced myself. Then I felt Jason’s long cock slowly fill my insides. The pain was bearable, but only just. Jason’s eyes were burning, alternately shutting in rapture and opening in a frenzy of wild pleasure. I could barely feel my now totally soft weenie when Nick reached over and began to wiggle it. Why wasn’t I hard like Nick when I fucked him? I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or not.
“Do him doggy, do him doggy” Nick said again, and the next thing I knew Jason had withdrawn and the two of them were flipping me over and arranging my body for a doggy fuck. Jason’s cock didn’t hurt so much this time but I didn’t begin to feel pleasure until his chest collapsed against my back and I could feel the slick mingling of our sweaty skin. He lowered his head and pressed his left cheek against my right and nestled there before beginning a gentle rubbing; it felt like sandpaper against the smooth skin of my face; his hot panting breath combined with the aroma of his body to produce an explosively exciting smell. Then, too soon, he raised himself again, stroking more quickly. Needing to be more active I grabbed Nick’s cock and yanked it towards my mouth. Multitasking I think it’s called. His thick cut cock plunged roughly into my mouth and he began a series of rapid strokes before quickly withdrawing to shoot his warm gooey load into my face. Meanwhile, the absence of a cock up my ass told me that Jason had finished too and his hand on my back spreading his load confirmed it. The three of us just lay there sprawled out on the carpet, dazed and naked, the heat of our bodies dissipating, sweat and cum drying.
Nick discreetly left us alone now. I led Jason by the cock towards the bathroom where I began filling the tub. We gently lowered our bodies into the bath at opposite ends, grateful for the intimacy that its small dimensions encouraged.. We soaked for a while in silence; a smile on my face tried to encourage one on my friend. But his blank look was hard to read. I finally had to say something even if it was a banality: “Was this your first time with guys?”
“A couple of times this week with Nick. Cocksucking, that’s all.” More silence. I smiled more broadly and our eyes locked.
“The point is, Jason, just enjoy the moment.”
Jason finally smiled.
We continued to oscillate our proud towers. Nick’s was light colored and veiny; his large purplish dickhead was blunt, it didn’t taper gracefully like mine. We were both six and a half fully erect. No fun there; I enjoyed the teasing and banter that resulted from minute disputes about length. But the ruler didn’t lie. Nick never bragged about his superior thickness, which was fine with me. But I told him I could never take that thing of his up the ass and he never insisted. As the wiggling continued I thought I detected the smell of our drying cum drifting over. I started to think about my best friend and Nick somehow picked up on it:
“You’re not thinking about Jason again, are you?”
“Yeah.”
“Look, he’s straight and thinks you are too, what with your bearded lady and all.” He was referring to Sally, my fake girlfriend, my “beard”. Suddenly, Nick stood up on the bed and waved his arms around. “What’s wrong with me. I’m a bit skinny, so what.” He began pinching the skin on his chest and stomach; he turned around and slapped his bum and spread the small hairy mounds apart.
“We suck and fuck. What’s your problem?”
“Yeah, about once a week. Whoop-de-doo.”
If only you were a bit more discreet, Nick, I wanted to say. Instead, I continued to lie there and think about Jason, and then remembered his strange request of me. “Oh, did I tell you, Jason asked me to go to the doctor with him tomorrow. Apparently he’s going in to be circumcised.”
“Oh no, that’s terrible. He’s lucky to still have his skin. He must be nuts.” I didn’t respond, not wanting to be dragged into another argument about circumcision. I liked my cock cut and had no problem with the fact that I had been sliced well before the age of consent. Nick on the other hand acted like his arm had been amputated.
“So now he’ll look like us. But why does he want you along?”
“He didn’t say. Only that I had to be there too.”
Suddenly I felt Nick’s warm mouth engulf my cock. Jesus, he was coming back for more! He withdrew briefly to look at me and explain: “I may not see you again for awhile.” I just wanted to get dressed and over to the campus gym for my workout but Nick’s cock sucking skills proved irresistible. As he kissed my shaft and grabbed my balls I closed my eyes and pretended it was Jason. But Nick certainly knew how to suck cock: he knew how to bite just hard enough without scratching, how to work the tongue and lips, how to deep throat, how to slide his teeth along the shaft so precisely, ending with tugs at the ridge of my dickhead. Although I had no more juice in me Nick managed eventually to have his second helpings.
The next day I met Jason at his place and expressed curiosity about the reason for accompanying him to the doctor’s, but he refused to say anything. We were best buds and these non-explanations were part of the Male Code: when he was ready to say something he would, so I didn’t press him. When we were driving to the doctor’s I said “It looks better cut, you know.”
“You think?” he replied, grinning and happy.
“Well, of course. Why else are you getting it done?”
“No reason. Just the appearance. It’s the ultimate body art; better than a tattoo or a piercing.”
“Bare knobs rule!”
Then I thought: if I was ever going to make it with Jason the extra flap of skin on his cock would be no more. No soft skin to stretch and nibble at, to yank and twist and pinch. But make it with Jason? Hah, what a joke! When I glanced his way I saw that he looked like his typical self: adorable toothy grin; light straw colored hair permanently dishevelled like he just woke up; full red lips; hint of stubble on his chin. But he still refused to explain why he wanted me to tag along. All he said was that it was for the “preliminaries”. That was fine with me; I couldn’t stand the sight of blood. When we arrived at the doctor’s office we were greeted by a middle aged bald man in horn rimmed glasses, Dr. Redmond. After a few formalities Jason got right down to business which immediately enlightened me as to my role:
“Doc, I want my dick to look exactly like Kevin’s here.” They both looked at me. I stared back, dumfounded. “Well, he’s got to see it. Drop your pants, dude.” The doctor added more professionally: “Please pull down your trousers.” I am ashamed to admit I felt a little embarrassed, due to the unexpectedness of the request. Also, just having my cock exposed while wearing clothes has always struck me as a bit undignified. I have no problem taking a communal shower but feel self-conscious using the public urinals. Go figure. Anyway, I complied with the request, pulling my briefs down to my knees with a what-the-fuck attitude which I faked, my cock now exposed for scrutiny.
“There doc, see, I want it to look exactly like that!”
“You mean the shaded ring around the shaft? Well, your friend here was probably done as an infant.”
They both looked at me. I just shrugged. I mean, I guess I was clipped as a baby. I never thought about it much; until I got to see some uncut cocks at school I always thought I was born that way. The doctor continued: “We use different techniques for older guys like you. I use the sleeve re-section method. Here, look at these pictures.”
Jason looked at some photos of penises and was clearly impressed and excited. Leaning over his shoulder I noticed that most of the shafts on display showed two distinct shaded areas. “Hey, this one looks just like Gary’s...wow, that’s neat,” he said in wondrous admiration. I was flattered that Jason had wanted a highly visible circ line like mine and was a bit put off that he didn’t attempt to fight hard for it. But it was probably just as well; if he looked like me I might have felt like a kid whose best friend gets a toy just like his. The doctor indicated he wanted to examine Jason’s cock, so now it was time for him to put on a show: “Now Jason, I want to see your penis.” My friend lowered his pants while I raised mine. I luxuriated in the rare sanction of staring at another guy’s cock. It was probably longer than my own softie but not appreciably thicker. Also darker. A fascinating specimen and not just because of who it was attached to.
“Please draw the skin back.” Jason’s eyes clouded over at the request. I thought: Oh shit, this is hilarious. His silly reticence reminded me of the uncut guys in the gym showers going through all sorts of contortions when drawing their foreskins back to wash underneath, so afraid to expose their knobs to a bunch of guys whose own knobs were already exposed! The doctor and I exchanged smirks.
I was encouraging: “Come on, Jason, let’s see it. Skin it back.”
He started to protest: “Does Kevin have to...” and then stopped himself, realizing how ridiculous his embarrassment was. So he just shrugged and slowly drew his foreskin back to expose a slightly oversized cockhead. It appeared to be of a slightly darker color than my own knob’s eraser pink. The doctor leaned over for a closer look. So did I. He then started to gently squeeze and tug at the extra skin. I was having a hard time controlling my mirth; Jason had a look of misery on his face. After this brief examination the doctor then told him to pull his pants up, and he was given a brochure to study. A time for the procedure was scheduled. We left soon after that. On the drive home I had a few things to discuss with my buddy.
“Uh, Jason, it’s very flattering that you wanted to look like me, but I didn’t know you had such a good idea of what my wiener looks like.”
“Ah, come on Kevin, don’t let’s bullshit. We noticed each other at school.”
Of course he was right, seeing his cock in the doctor’s office was no revelation. Last year when we were seniors in high school the end of his gym period coincided with the start of mine. We often saw each other with our pants down or even naked, him coming back from the showers, me getting into my gym clothes. I almost fainted when I saw him naked for the first time, beads of water still clinging to his white skinned body from the shower, affording me a mental snap shot for later jackoff purposes: smooth rounded chest muscles, decent biceps, yellow leg hairs, darkish dangling uncut cock, low hangers, pure white hairless ass. It was probably a good thing that we were never in the same gym class. I had had enough of a problem trying not to pop a boner in the showers as it was.
“I might have checked you out a couple of times. School mate curiosity. But about those pictures of dicks, the one that you said looks like Gary’s. You mean Gary Jarvis?”
“Yeah, Gary Jarvis. He’s got a real great two tone; you know, dark shaft and light pink skin near the head.” My mind flipped back to conjure up Gary’s prick which I had seen a couple of times at school. The color contrast seemed a bit weird looking to me, but all a part of the wonderful variety that is so stimulating to the connoisseur of cock. But just talking about such things with my bud was giving me an erection again; I just had to get home and get my rocks off. But before that I teased him about his reluctance to skin it back in front of me. “...of all the stupid things to do, when you’re going to get your foreskin cut off. Your knob will be exposed soon now anyway.”
“Cut dudes just don’t understand. Until I get the operation done I’m still uncircumcised and I feel embarrassed skinning it back in front of you guys. I know it’s kind of stupid but that’s how it is. It’s like we’re not really naked when our knobs are covered up. It’ll be better when there’s nothing to skin back Understand?”
I did understand, sort of, but didn’t let on. I just looked at him like he was crazy. He had a class so I dropped him off and headed back to my room. When I got there Nick was sleeping on the couch. Normally this would have pissed me off but in my mood I wanted to fuck him real good.
“Sorry Kev, I just wanted to talk and so I let myself in.”
“That’s okay. I’m horny as hell.” Hearing this Nick snapped to attention and began to strip. So did I. As I lowered my underwear I mused: “God, I wish Jason wasn’t straight. But maybe he’s at least curious. Do you think?”
“Why not just ask him ...do you want to suck first?”
“No, just assume the position... because he might freak out and I’d fuck up our friendship...for Christ sake, Nick, take your socks off.”
“Sorry...you don’t have to come right out and ask. Hint around...Jesus, you are horny, I’ve never seen your cock get hard so fast. Stick it in.”
I studied Nick’s ass carefully while my cock hovered near his hole, ready for the plunge in. Maybe I haven’t been paying enough attention to good ol’ Nick. For a skinny guy he had a real nice bum. It was small of course, with wiry hairs evenly distributed on his somewhat flat ass mounds. I began to palm it, gently squeezing the skin and pinching the hairs. He shot his head back and said: “Foreplay? Fingering my ass?”
I laughed and dug my cock into his hole, maybe a little too hard. I felt his warm insides and exhaled in elementary pleasure as I went up his channel. Even though he was constructed to allow deep penetration and my average sized cock certainly allowed it, I withdrew half way for rapid stroking. My God, I thought, this feels great. When I first met Nick I considered him to be almost a sympathy fuck but I think I’ve grown accustomed to...his ass anyway. But the sight of Nick’s thin back could in no way compare to Jason’s broad muscular one. I continued my furious fucking and took hard swats at Nick ass. This is fun, I thought. Good ol’ Nick. He began grunting. I began grunting too. Balls swaying, sweat forming on our bodies I wanted to make it last but couldn’t. I withdrew, whipped off the sheath and splashed a generous load on his back.
As we rested on the bed afterwards I explained why Jason had wanted me to tag along to the doctor’s. He seemed to think this was a positive sign in my so far pathetic campaign for Jason’s cock and mind: “Well, he noticed your dick, didn’t he? Would he have bothered to note such a detail of your circumcision as your circ ring unless he was at least a bit interested.”
“Maybe. But we’re friends after all. Straight guys can do borderline gay things to each other if they’re friends. It probably means nothing.”
“Maybe not, but at the rate you’re going you’ll never find out. Shower?
“Okay, but let’s use the gym showers. Now, when it’ll be crowded in there.” So we sauntered over to the gym and were rewarded with my idea of paradise: a steamy shower room packed with young college dudes, eavesdropping on conversations between buddies, glimpsing wet cocks and ass cracks flooded with soapy water; the variety of pubic hair styling. And, an added bonus this time, a smooth skinned Freshmen bent over washing his feet, smooth white muscular ass pointed at me, pendulous hairy balls dangling between his legs. A perfect all-male world. All you needed for an entry ticket was a cock, size of no importance. Well, it took my mind off Jason for awhile.
***
A couple of months later following our midterms I was watching TV with Nick when I got a call from Jason. “Hi, I know we haven’t spoken much because of the exams and everything, but I had it done.”
“Your circumcision?”
“Yeah. I’m all healed up.”
“Uh, that’s great.”
‘Want to see it? The grand unveiling.”
I shot a smile at Nick, and said “Sure, I’d like to see it.” Then Nick butted in, loud enough for Jason to overhear: “I want to see it too. Bring it on!”
“Who’s that?”
I hesitated; Nick had a bit of a reputation but I didn’t know how far it had spread. “Uh, that was Nick Thomas. You know him?” After a pause Jason said in a flat tone: “Yeah, I think I’ve heard of him. Sure, bring him over...what the hell.”
We immediately started for Jason’s place. I warned Nick not to mouth off about circumcision. There was a time and place for everything, I thought, and an unveiling of this sort was definitely not the time for negative opinions. He appeared to understand. In a remarkably short time we were knocking on the door of Jason’s apartment. When he opened it and saw us he laughed, as if to say ‘couldn’t wait to see it, could you?’ I smiled sheepishly. Jason merely nodded a silent greeting to Nick and directed us to sit on the couch. He stood before us just a few feet away and paused, as if to build the tension. If I didn’t have a crush on this guy I would have thought the situation a bit ridiculous, but as it was I couldn’t wait to see his wiener.
“Come on, just drop ‘em.”
“Hope you think it’s cool.” And with that he unbuckled his belt, peeled his jeans down to his ankles, and then teased his boxers down. The full length of his cock slowly emerged from his shorts and hung there showing its subtle shades of brown and pink, the essence of his maleness, the flap now gone, his godhead fully exposed. I began to reflect on male beauty, how this sausage shaped appendage dangling before us made sense of all the rest: the hairy legs, the smooth muscles of the torso, the goofy smile, the wonderful body smell. The cock makes the man; he wouldn’t be one without it. The hottie spotted on the street or at the mall remains frustratingly unknown until by some happenstance you see that cock, what he’s got under those pants. Simple reassuring confidence that he’s got one.
“Well, what do you guys think?”
The color variation, while noticeable, wasn’t as prominent as Gary’s, but of course I didn’t point that out. I glanced at Nick who had a look of intense concentration as his eyes bore in on Jason’s cock. He just stared at it unblinkingly, Adam’s apple bobbing. He was no help. I had to say something. “It looks great, Jason, it really does.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Yeah. It looks sleek and ...fine. And now you’re one of us.”
“What about you...Nick, is it? What do you think.”
“Well, as cut ones go it’s one of the best, yes. But don’t you miss the skin?” Jason wagged his head, no. I hoped this would be the extent of Nick’s skepticism. I could just imagine him asking if he had saved the skin as a souvenir. But I began to feel a slight discomfort staring at Jason’s newly cut cock; before, I could explain his superior length as largely an optical illusion caused by the foreskin. Now this excuse was revealed as bogus. It was confusing: he was a crush but he was also a buddy and buddies obsessed about such things. It wasn’t that much bigger, mind you; maybe an inch, but between friends that was like a foot. Then to my extreme annoyance Nick chipped in:
“Hey Kev, it’s longer than yours.”
Jason humiliated me by laughing at this. But I was relieved he didn’t ask the obvious question of where Nick had seen mine; but I guess the assumption was pretty widespread that guys knew their friends’ status. Too soon, Jason lifted up his pants and the show was over.
***
When Nick phoned me a week later he sounded mysterious and giddy at the same time, so, figuring he was high on something, I resisted his invitation to drop by. But then he switched to a more sober voice and said: “Come over here in an hour. This hot guy I met is coming over and I’m in the mood for a three way.”
“Me too.” (I’m always in the mood for that).
“Oh, and don’t knock, just let yourself in. Remember that.”
More mysteriousness. I didn’t even get a chance to ask if the guy was good looking before he hung up on me. But I trusted Nick’s taste and was so horny I could have fucked almost anything except a chick. I did as instructed, drove over and entered Nick’s apartment without knocking.
My shock was not instantaneous. At first what registered were two naked figures on the floor, looking like a weird modernist bit of sculpture, a clumsy entangling of arms and legs, upraised bums and swaying scrotums. They were playing naked Twister! I recognized Nick’s white lean frame because I expected it, but the other participant remained a mystery - for about two seconds. Then a jolt of realization: it was Jason! When my presence was noticed Nick broke into a smile; Jason had a look of shocked terror. I guess I just gaped, I can’t honestly say. My mind raced ahead and my cogitations split in two: one accepted the factual reality of the scene before me, the other was trying to formulate a response to something which still seemed unreal. The result was a odd non-thinking stage of complete physical inaction.
“I think you guys know each other.”
I smiled when Jason tried to cover his stiff cock with a hand. “Relax Jason, it’s okay,” I said as I started to strip. Meanwhile my buddy’s expression was slowly relaxing, changing from horror to a wary nervousness. He withdrew his hand and an alarmingly long prick flung upwards towards the ceiling. Shaking, I somehow managed to complete the strip; Jason slowly disentangled himself from Nick and rose to face me at fight distance. I detected the hint of a smile in his eyes as I stood there frozen, savoring the euphoria of anticipated fun. Talk about getting lucky! I knew that what we were about to do would not fuck up our friendship at all but confirm a deeper bond. We lowered out eyes to enjoy our nakedness, a full measure this time, not a brief and nervous locker room glance. It was a good thing there was a carpet on the floor because I fell with a thump on my knees, staring straight at Jason’s cock. It had a slight curve to my right starting halfway down the shaft, something not featured in the soft version. He advanced the two feet between us and waved it near my face. Grabbing it, I gently finger stroked the softer underbelly of the shaft; and, with eyes closed, dragged my nostrils along the length of it, inhaling the faint cock smell. Jason then took over, gently poking me in the face, using his cockhead to take jabs at my nose and cheeks and then forcing me to close my eyes as the pink head caressed the sockets. Then he whacked me on the cheek, thump, thump, thump...
Opening my eyes and backing away slightly in preparation to suck him off properly I was momentarily distracted by the sight of his balls. No longer hidden by a hanging flaccid cock the full splendor of the sack was fully revealed: red and hairless smooth, hanging extremely low and loose and precariously connected to his body by a long delicate isthmus of skin, it held the two enormous swaying testicles. His left ball was bigger than the right and hanging lower, both nearly visible through the satiny skin. Was there such a thing as scrotum envy? I then slid my mouth into his prick tasting the skin with my lips and tongue, keeping the image of the brown shaft in my mind as the cock head jammed deep inside. Then I slowly withdrew with a harsh and noisy suck ... pop!, repeated many times, pop, pop, pop. I assaulted his shaft, my teeth delicately nipping away, my tongue gliding along its slickened length. I withdrew briefly to get a close up of his pink knob before hugging it with my lips and tasting it. Lost in the wonderland of the mouthful of wet cock I did not at first notice him grabbing my ears and trying to tug me upwards.
“Let me have some of yours.”
I rose unsteadily and noticed Nick on the couch whacking off to the sight of us, but Jason’s hands caressing my bum focussed my attention again. Now it was Jason’s turn as I felt my prick bury in his warm mouth. He had a lack of skill both sweet and charming, but when he tried to go in too deep and gagged I couldn’t resist a chuckle. Nick laughed louder and Jason withdrew with a little boy expression, like he had done something wrong. I responded by grabbing his ears and leading him back in. He took it slower and chewed away, grabbing and holding my nuts and then inching a finger close to my asshole. He withdrew a short time later, some instinct telling us that a premature coming would spoil a lot of fun. So we just collapsed on the floor, panting, staring in wonder at each other.
Nick then said: “Say Kevin, do you think I could be of some service?” Smiling, he flipped himself around, knees now indenting the couch, and waved his small boney hairy rump at us. Then, using both hands he slowly pried his ass cheeks apart revealing a winking pink anus surrounded by a thick mass of curly black hairs.
“I think you better go first, Kevin. Jason’s a rookie, I think.” Jason’s face darkened a bit at this assessment although its truth seemed obvious. “Besides, your smaller prick can stretch me if Jason wants to give it a try.” He’ll fuck me if he’ll fuck anybody I wanted to reply; but the “I don’t know about this” look on his face told me that seduction of a sort was still required. The cock sucking was fine but Jason might have mistaken it for the main event. Maybe if he saw how much fun ass fucking was he would become greedy like me.
“Watch and learn, Jason.” Quickly preparing myself, I mounted Nick and drove deep inside.
“Hey, fuck, take it easy man.”
I eased up and began a rhythmical stroking, aware of the former object of my fantasies right beside me looking on, eyes glued to the sight of my cock plunging between Nick’s white ass crack. I reached over and began palming Jason’s bum; it felt marvellous: smooth, round, and solid. Jason then kneaded and slapped mine, again inching a finger close to my hole. My mounting excitement was now impossible to control, I began to stroke faster and I was torn by the desire to give in now and the desire to save some more for later. Shit! Resistence now impossible I quickly withdrew, unsheathed myself and shot a huge load on Nick’s back. I looked down at my disobedient prick slimy with my juice, wanting to chastise the now useless thing.
I thought maybe I could rest awhile to gather strength for a crack at Jason but I could see from the wild look in his eyes that he had other ideas. He started manhandling me, clumsily twisting my unresisting body. Oh shit, he wants my ass! Well, not exactly how I saw things unfolding, but what the hell? Nick shot me a look of wonder and annoyance; he had never been awarded the pleasure of my ass. I guess he would just have to be understanding, that’s all. Jason eventually had me flat on my back.
“Missionary, Jason?”
“Do him doggy,” pleaded Nick.
Ignoring this request, Jason spread my legs in the air while his stiff cock hovered close to my hole. Nick hopped off the couch for a better view of the penetration while I braced myself. Then I felt Jason’s long cock slowly fill my insides. The pain was bearable, but only just. Jason’s eyes were burning, alternately shutting in rapture and opening in a frenzy of wild pleasure. I could barely feel my now totally soft weenie when Nick reached over and began to wiggle it. Why wasn’t I hard like Nick when I fucked him? I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or not.
“Do him doggy, do him doggy” Nick said again, and the next thing I knew Jason had withdrawn and the two of them were flipping me over and arranging my body for a doggy fuck. Jason’s cock didn’t hurt so much this time but I didn’t begin to feel pleasure until his chest collapsed against my back and I could feel the slick mingling of our sweaty skin. He lowered his head and pressed his left cheek against my right and nestled there before beginning a gentle rubbing; it felt like sandpaper against the smooth skin of my face; his hot panting breath combined with the aroma of his body to produce an explosively exciting smell. Then, too soon, he raised himself again, stroking more quickly. Needing to be more active I grabbed Nick’s cock and yanked it towards my mouth. Multitasking I think it’s called. His thick cut cock plunged roughly into my mouth and he began a series of rapid strokes before quickly withdrawing to shoot his warm gooey load into my face. Meanwhile, the absence of a cock up my ass told me that Jason had finished too and his hand on my back spreading his load confirmed it. The three of us just lay there sprawled out on the carpet, dazed and naked, the heat of our bodies dissipating, sweat and cum drying.
Nick discreetly left us alone now. I led Jason by the cock towards the bathroom where I began filling the tub. We gently lowered our bodies into the bath at opposite ends, grateful for the intimacy that its small dimensions encouraged.. We soaked for a while in silence; a smile on my face tried to encourage one on my friend. But his blank look was hard to read. I finally had to say something even if it was a banality: “Was this your first time with guys?”
“A couple of times this week with Nick. Cocksucking, that’s all.” More silence. I smiled more broadly and our eyes locked.
“The point is, Jason, just enjoy the moment.”
Jason finally smiled.
