'The
Newspaper Article'
A
girl who worked at my college newspaper was writing a
column about circumcision, how she thought it wasn't
necessary. It was the first time I'd ever
heard a girl -- or anyone, really, in live conversation --
talk about foreskins and circumcision. She
turned to me and asked if I was circumcised.
Any other time and I probably would have said
"yes" because I didn't want the attention.
But to her, I said, "no." She was
just too sexy with her college-girl legs all bare and
little breasts poking at the inside of her T-shirt.
(I think the subject had her aroused.)
She asked
me all kinds of questions about why I'm not circumcised
and were any of my friends uncircumcised and what do I
think of guys who are circumcised. I was
really nervous talking to her about it and I guess she
thought that was kinda sexy, like I wasn't all full of
bravado talking about my cock. After she filed her column
she asked me to walk her home -- which was customary at
that time of night on our campus -- so I said, Sure, and
we walked toward her dorm talking about circumcision.
When we
got there she said something like, "Well, I still
don't know what one looks like. Only in
pictures." So I asked if she wanted to
see one. She got a little shy at that point,
but I said there was no obligation; this was for
educational purposes. I followed her up to her
dorm, never turned the lights on. The room was lit from
outside, where a breeze ruffled the curtains and let the
streetlight in. She sat down on the edge of
her bunk and just kind of smiled up at me. I
shed my pants and by that time was completely hard with
the glans straining to get out. I showed her
how the foreskin rolls up and down, using my forefinger
and thumb. She giggled. Then she
asked, "Could I try it?" (Well, duh,
right?) A couple of strokes and she started to
get fidgety, like she wasn't comfortable where she was
sitting. I knew what that meant.
She kept
working my foreskin slowly, up and down over the head,
making me harder than I'd ever been. She reclined on some
pillows and I kneeled on the bunk next to her, with her
still pulling my foreskin over and back and over, slowly.
She slipped her other hand into her shorts, which by the
look on her face was obviously a source of great pleasure.
She started stroking faster, and I swear she started to
cum just as I felt my own load brewing. I
didn't even think to grab a towel. Arching my
back and unable to do anything but extend my hard cock out
for her to stroke even faster, I burst out huge white jets
onto her bare, flat midriff. Spent, my
foreskin rolled completely over the glans and closed.
We didn't say another word -- just smiled, and I slid my
pants back on and left.
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