I felt mine returning as well. This was a new experience for me. I'd never had an erection in front of another man before. But after a few more minutes I really felt very comfortable. Before long we were both pumping our dicks madly into the soft silt. I saw him arch up and smile, and I knew he was coming. Then I felt my own orgasm begin, and I arched as well as I shot a tremendous load.
We still didn't speak. A smile said it all. We climbed farther up the beach and lay on our backs, letting the warm sunlight soothe our spent cocks. It was a wonderful feeling, and I realized that I enjoyed sharing it with another person.
I looked over at him when his eyes closed and saw the most beautiful cock. It was very manly compared to my boyish member. It was thick and fully large even when flaccid, and just curled up on his body while he lay there. Although I'd never done this sort of thing before, I had the urge to touch it. I resisted the temptation and closed my eyes for some sunbathed relaxation of my own.
As I lay there, I felt my cock coming back to life in the warm sun. It wasn't hard, but it was getting bigger and was shifting position. It felt so good I just let it do its own thing, resisting the impulse to turn over and hide my condition.
Suddenly my eyes darted open as I felt a hand gently touching my cock. My heartbeat quickened, but again I did nothing to make him stop. He rubbed my cock harder and fingered my hairless crotch. I parted my legs wider to let him explore all of that wonderful part of my body.
He fingered me marvelously until I had a huge erection. Then he got to his knees and lowered his head to my groin area. I felt a wet mouth engulf my throbbing cock. It worked its way up and down my now slippery shaft.
I felt the explosion building up inside me, and then my cock erupted uncontrollably. His head tilted back, and he grinned as he felt my hot juices flowing into his open mouth. Then, suddenly, his own orgasm began. His cock shot a magnificent load all over. Some of it landed on my chest. I scooped it up and put it in my mouth. I'd never tasted come before—it tasted sweet yet salty. He licked what remained on my chest and slowly stood up. I passed out, drained and satisfied, on the beach.
He lost his strength too and toppled over next to me. We lay there spent for a while, then cuddled some as the sun dropped lower and it got cooler. Then, all of a sudden, he kissed my limp cock and grabbed his swimsuit. He disappeared back into the bushes. I eventually returned to my boat and spent the night dreaming of this marvelous encounter.—H.L., Fort Lauderdale, Florida
UNCUT AND UNINHIBITED
I've read many letters in Forum from men and women about their bisexual experiences, and many letters with views on circumcision. I have enjoyed reading both. Since my own experience has involved both, I am writing to share it with your readers.
In the rural Nebraska community in which I was born and raised, being uncircumcised is not unusual. I never gave it much thought, until my family moved to Boston when I was eighteen. I soon found that a foreskin was a rare oddity in this city.
During this time I had my first homosexual experience, with a boy on my block. He was circumcised, and we explored each other's penises in every way imaginable. I still recall feeling that he had the most beautiful penis. I often wished that mine felt and looked like his. I have since had a great fascination for circumcised penises. Though that was the only homosexual experience I have had until just recently, I have always known that I am bisexual.
I had recently joined a Nautilus center to firm and tone my body. I was immediately impressed with the beautiful bodies of the other men. I caught myself admiring them in the showers. I got excited just thinking about touching their circumcised penises. I had never let any of them know about my secret desires, my fantasies.
One recent Friday night, Kevin, one of the guys from the club, called and asked me if I'd like to come over and join Rick—another guy from the club—and him for a few beers. I eagerly accepted his offer.
When I arrived they handed me a cold beer. We sat on the floor and listened to the stereo. We sat around for hours until we were totally smashed. The talk had turned to sex early on, and continued to get more intimate with every beer.
During the conversation, Rick was sitting directly across from me with his legs crossed. He was wearing a pair of jogging shorts. It was obvious that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His circumcised cockhead nearly hung out the leg of his snorts. I had a tough time keeping my eyes off it. Though he said nothing, I knew that he must have been wise to my peeking.
Since my experience with women is minimal, I mostly sat and listened to Kevin and Rick talk about the girls they'd had. When Kevin asked me if I'd had many girls, I admitted to only having had a few. He replied that I must have to masturbate a lot. I tried to be macho, saying something about preferring the real thing.
Rick responded, “Hey, don't sweat it. We all masturbate sometimes. In fact, I love to masturbate.” The tension broke and we all laughed. Kevin quickly followed up by saying, “Seriously, though, Frank, talking about jerking off, how do you uncircumcised guys do it? Do you use the foreskin or pull it back? Or do you just rub the shaft? I've never seen an uncut guy masturbate before.”
Kevin caught me looking at his dick. “Do you like what you see? How about a closer look?” he asked.' ‘I've seen you checking me out in the shower. Would you like to watch me jerk off?’
“Yeah,” said Rick. “You show us how you masturbate, and we'll masturbate for you.” Kevin was already playing with the head of his semi-erect cock. I was lost at the sight of it. We slipped off our shorts and compared penises and methods of jacking off. They were amazed that my foreskin still covered my glans, even when erect, and were fascinated to see me move it back and forth over the head.
I asked Kevin if he'd been sucked off by a man before, to which he replied indignantly that he wasn't gay. “You don't have to be gay to enjoy it,” I said. I was eager to take his bulbous, circumcised cockhead into my mouth. He was too excited for words. I guided his penis into my mouth. I hadn't felt anything this wonderful since my teenage experience. I continued to suck until he came.
While I was involved with Kevin's cock, Rick began stroking my uncut dick. When I had finished Kevin off, he joined Rick in jerking me off. They argued over who got to bring me to orgasm, they were so fascinated with my foreskin.
Afterward, we sat around, had a few more beers, and discussed the evening's activities. We decided that Friday night would be bisexual night. Kevin and Rick talked about inviting some girls in on the fun. They said that I shouldn't keep my interesting cock to myself. They said that they knew some girls who would find it fascinating.
That was several months ago. Bisexual night has become a regular feature of our weekends. I let the girls explore my uncircumcised penis any way they choose. Sometimes I masturbate for an audience of over a dozen men and women. I really got off on these performances and I feel privileged to be both bisexual and uncircumcised.
I hope that other men in the same situation will take advantage of any opportunities that might come up. I urge them to write and share experiences.—M.R., Boston, Massachusetts
GIVING AND RECEIVING
My best friend moved away shortly after he graduated from college. John and I, along with our wives, had actually been more than best friends. We had become sexually intimate as well.
A few months after John and his wife had moved away, my wife, Debbie, and I arranged to go on a camping trip with them. When we arrived, John had already found a secluded site for us to use. It was near their new home, but extremely private and set beside a beautiful mountain stream.
We spent the first evening catching up on old news. Then, while Jane and Debbie were sitting at the campsite talking, John and I decided to take a hike up a little mountain road.
After we had walked for a while, I began to feel a desire to renew the sexual experiences we had indulged in back at school. I really didn't know if John would be willing to take up where we had left off or not, but I was longing to suck his hard shaft again
after so many months without it.
I told him I had to take a leak and stepped into a tiny clearing off the path. John followed. He stepped up beside me and pulled out his beautiful, thick cock. We both looked at each other, and I knew he wanted me, too.
It was almost dark as I dropped to my knees there in the clearing and took his shaft tenderly in my hands. He sighed as I gently rubbed his shaft, which quickly swelled to full erection. I deeply breathed in his male aroma and flicked out my tongue to taste the drop of clear fluid quickly forming on his purple tip. I couldn't wait any longer. I dived down on his hot pole, taking it all the way into my throat on the first plunge.
It wasn't long before I had John moaning that he was about to come. When he did, I drank down his sperm as if I couldn't get enough, which of course was true. After I had cleaned him thoroughly, he reached for my bobbing shaft and began jerking it off with real fervor. He cupped my balls with his other hand and had me ready to shoot in no time. I quickly let go several spurts of white, hot spunk into his strong hands. We quickly cleaned up and headed back to camp.
We spent most of the next day together at the campsite. They left late in the afternoon because Jane had to go back to town for work that night.
John returned about dusk to spend some more time with us. As night fell, we went into the camper and turned out the lights. It was so dark in that little mountain valley that you could literally touch your nose and not see your hand.
Debbie was sitting on the edge of the bed between me and John. I caressed her breasts and discovered another hand there with mine. It was John's, of course. Somehow, in the dark, we managed to get out of our clothes and onto the bed in record time. While I was kissing my wife and kneading her firm breasts, I could hear John doing something down between her legs. I couldn't tell what. I worked my caresses down her shapely body and into her bush. When my fingers reached her clit, I found a tongue busy at work.
John moved up and started playing with her left nipple. She had her hand on his hard cock. I was playing with her other breast while we kissed deeply. She suddenly pulled my head near to her face and whispered, “I want you to suck John's cock for me. I know how much you want it.”
I was so overcome by her loving desire to see me pleased that I rolled on top of her and rammed my hard shaft between her moist thighs. At the same time I pulled John's hot member up into my reach. As I sank my rod into Debbie's love well, I slid John's pulsing prick into my mouth. My mind was reeling as John's heated shaft was massaging my throat. As I played with his cock with my tongue, I could taste his pre-come leaking out his slit.
Debbie's hole was offering its own massage on my prick, sending thrill after thrill into my crotch. I was totally lost in the deluge of sexual sensation. The more Debbie worked on my cock with her gripping pussy, the more I worked on John's shaft with my mouth.
Soon I felt my come racing through my shaft and flooding Debbie's hole with jet after jet. Seconds later, my body received an equal amount of spunk from John's throbbing pole buried deep in my throat. I swallowed every drop of that delicious come and sucked his softening shaft clean.
We all just lay there for a while, catching our breath. Then John had to leave for home. I was so totally satisfied that I don't remember anything else until the next morning when we had to pack up for the trip home. I've heard it said that it's better to give than to receive, but I've never had a better feeling than when I was giving and receiving pleasure at the same time to two people I love.—Name and address withheld
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