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Spit and the circumcised cock
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Spit and the circumcised cock Spit and the circumcised cock One theory why the foreskins of some boys cocks are cut --at least among boys--is that without the foreskin to slide erotically back and forth over the moist sensitive head of the guy's cock, masturbation becomes more difficult for the who's cock head is dry. Of course most circumcised boys simply spit in their jerking hand and proceed with the deed. The true, and main purpose of clipping the foreskin goes back to religion. There's also strong statistical medical data indicating men with circumcised dicks get fewer STD's. Even HIV seems to be deterred by the circumcised penis. "Clear cutting the forest" seems to reduce the bacterial swarms that love the hot, moist tent of loose skin hanging over the uncut penis head. Phrases like "head cheese", and other terms refer to the whiteish organic material that can collect under the flap of skin hanging like a tent over the end of the uncut penis if the boy/man is careless about his hygiene. I was circumcised as an infant. During the era I was born, circumcisum was considered the norm, and I'm happy my dick was clipped. At the horny age of 22, I worked for a short time as a towel boy in a bathhouse in West Los Angeles. The bathhouse was frequented mostly by married middle-aged Jewish businessmen. A FEW men with uncut pricks were customers however, and I once got on my knees to examine a friendly black guys uncut handsome prick. The bathhouse was a known male homosexual spot but it also had some "straight" customers. I was hired in as a towel boy by the woman manager--a tough, honest Russian emigree named Irene. Irene took a liking to me when she found I was just out of the Army and new to Los Angeles without a friend in the world on the West Coast. After I worked in the bathhouse for a few days all the nice looking men walking around with towels drapped around their middles, or sometimes just nude, began to have a big effect on me, and I went around half the time with an erection. I'd been trying to hide my gay side from the customers and from Irene, but Irene took me aside after I was there a few days, and asked me if I'd like to stay with her one night, she had a private room at the bathhouse, and I found myself in bed with her that night and a lot of nights after that. Irene had many "friends" who were customers at the bathhouse. She introduced me to a lawyer who also frequently stayed in her private room at night. In a short time the three of us were writhing in Irene's kingsized bed. Irene got off by watching me take the lawyers beautiful cock down my throat, while I had MY dick firmly imbedded in Irene's snatch. Irene, that tough little blonde woman, was one of the most depraved people I've ever known when it came to sex. She openly encouraged her customers to experiment with gay sex, and loved beyone all else, watching dignified men on their knees sucking a fat cock or cocks for the first time. All this of course was "Back in the Day." It was years before HIV and most of the other STD's of today came on the scene. by david stardust...Saturday morning, May 11th, 2013  |
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very erotic. liked it very much
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Super interesting post. I just love your stories!
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Super interesting post. I just love your stories!
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