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posted by Ropetopia

Part One

Tim and I spend a lot of spare time together. We go to the gym together, drink together, go to the movies together, you name it. We've been the best of friends since Tim cut off my foreskin.

Tim's a urologist and surgeon. My family doctor referred me to him when I complained about foreskin problems. At my initial examination, Tim commented that I had no real problems, no "indications" for circumcision. As he pulled back my loose foreskin, and talked about circumcision, I began to get hard.

"Ah," I see," he said, "So that's how it is. Circumcision turns you on."

I blushed.

"Dave," he said, "you just like the idea of having a denuded cock."

My dick stood straight up.

"I guess you want a nice, tightly circumcised penis, where you can't pull the shaft skin anywhere near your glans."

I gulped.

"Maybe like this?"

Tim unbuttoned his fly and opened his pants. He produced a beautiful, thick, flaring-headed penis, cut back almost half way up the shaft.

"Yes," I stuttered, "that's the kind of cock I want."

"Let's talk more about it," said Tim, "over a glass of wine… at my place."

It was a great night. Tim said to me: "This is the last time you'll ever have sex with your foreskin."

This one sentence almost made me come at that very moment. He played with my long skin and drove me wild with exclusively foreskin pleasure. He wanted to make sure I would know what I had lost… after I had lost it.

The next day he circumcised me -- beautifully, tightly, with a scar about 2 inches up my shaft, giving me a thrillingly naked cock -- just like his. Since then we've been the best of friends. Tim turned out to be not just a circ artist and connoisseur, but a total circumsexual. We shared fantasies and commented on all the cocks we saw together, whether on video or in real life.

One day we were in the public shower of our local gym. A young guy came in, a really cocky college kid, his hair cut short, but with those side burns the college guys wear nowadays. He was moderately tall, trim, muscular and -- you bet -- endowed with a big flopping cock, demurely veiled, as in the case of so many young guys these days, with a foreskin. Not just any foreskin. This was an elephant, thick and long, with a wrinkled snout at the end.

His eye turned to us, dropping from our faces, over our hairy men's torsos (his was smooth) to our groins -- our tightly circumcised, de-foreskinned groins. His eye met ours again. He lathered up his pubic hair with shampoo. He fondled his balls with his soapy hand. His penis thickened and swelled a bit. He pinched the snout of his cock skin and pulled it out as far as it would go. He must have pulled it three, maybe four inches, from his head. He was showing off his wad of prepuce. Then, his eye fixed on our faces; he slowly pulled back his foreskin. It seemed to take forever -- a veritable cock striptease.

His glans was rather flared on account of his excitement, but not as swollen as our flaring monsters. He soaped his glans and cock shaft, working it up a little more, but teasingly short of a complete hard on. When he was done, he pushed his wad over his swelling head and, again,

Pulled it as far forward of his cock tip as it would go. When he let it go, it snapped back and resumed its wrinkled, snouty appearance.

When he had rinsed himself, he took his towel and left. Tim suggested with a nod of his head that we follow him. We did. He was towelling himself off in the locker room, his locker not far from ours. A friend of his, also uncut, was sitting on the bench as he towelled his dick.

"I wonder," he said as Tim and I opened our lockers, "how those poor circumcised bastards can jack off with no skin. Poor buggers, with their exposed, skin-thickened heads. What kind of good sex can they have?"

"Skin-proud little shit," said Tim to me after we had left the gym. "I'd like to teach Elephant Boy a lesson!"

Part Two

We saw Elephant Boy regularly in the shower. He was always the same. Always stripped back his foreskin to show us his naked glans and shaft. Then he covered it again. He always had that same look of disdain and superiority in his eyes. Tim said, "I'd love to teach him a lesson."

We didn't have long to wait to give Elephant Boy his lesson. That very Friday Tim and I went for a beer at our favourite bar, appropriately called "Woodies." There was only one table that had two free chairs. Seated in the third chair of that table was none other than Elephant Boy.

"Mind if we sit down?" He shrugged his shoulders and gestured toward the empty seats.

"You two guys ever apart?" he snarled. "You lovers or something?"

Tim sneered slightly at Elephant Boy's cocky impertinence.

"Yes to question one. No, to question two. We're just buds. I'm Tim. This is Dave. What's your name?"

"Ian."

"Good," said Tim, "I'm glad we know now. It was so cumbersome to refer to you as Elephant Boy."

Ian looked questioningly for a second, then, as the meaning of the name dawned on him, a look of irritation and disdain passed over his face.

"You're just jealous. You've been cut back to the balls and don't know what it’s like to have a foreskin."

"By no means," I said. "I was uncut myself, until just a year ago."

Ian gave me an intense, astonished stare.

"You, you got yourself circumcised?"

"Yeah. Tim here did it."

"YOU did it?"

"Yeah, I'm a surgeon. I've done hundreds of circumcisions."

Ian gulped, drained his beer and ordered another bottle.

"I don't think I want to be circumcised." Said Ian.

"You don't think? You mean you're not sure?"

"No, I'm sure. At least I think I'm sure."

"I thought you had a secret desire to be cut."

"Are you kidding? Not a chance. Why would you think that?"

"Whenever you're in the shower, you are always pulling back your skin and showing us your naked cock head and shaft."

"So? It turns me on."

"And what if your cock was always like that?"

Ian nearly choked on his beer.

"You mean nude all the time? Are you kidding? I couldn't stand the constant exposure. My head's too sensitive."

"How do you know?"

"I once tried...." He suddenly checked himself.

"You tried keeping it back, didn't you," said Tim, "you taped your foreskin back in your pants, didn't you?"

"I suppose THAT would turn you on." Said Ian cockily.

"I suppose it turned YOU on."

Ian just shrugged and took another swig. He sat back and slung his leg over the arm of the chair.

There was a long, thick, hard bulge under his trousers and against his thigh.

"It's turning you on now," said Tim.

"How would you know?"

"How many beers have you had? I can see your hard on through your pant leg."

Ian took one look and immediately pulled his leg down.

"Your cock head looks suspiciously conspicuous," I said. "Sure you haven’t gone out tonight with that elephant trunk of yours pulled back?"

"What if I have? What's that to you?"

At that moment the waiter called last call.

"Fuck," said Ian. "I'm not finished partying yet. You guys got any beer at home?"

"Yup," said Tim. "Lots."

Part Three

At Tim's place Ian flung himself down on the sofa and threw his head back, downing half the frosty bottle that Tim had handed him.

"So," I said, "show us how you've trussed up your cock."

"Trussed my cock?" Ian snarled contemptuously. "I haven't trussed my cock. You scalped-cocked guys always think that us uncut guys spend all our time envying you and copying you."

"Then prove it," laughed Tim.

"Fuck you." He sneered and took a slug out of his bottle. Tim and I exchanged glances. We were thinking the same thing. He's being deliberately obnoxious just to provoke us. I grabbed Ian from behind and held his hands behind his back.

"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing? Hey! Two cuts against one uncut!"

He struggled, but suspiciously weakly. Tim grappled with Ian's belt buckle and the buttons of his fly.

"I don't allow guys into my apartment who don't tell the truth. If you want to stay and party, you've got to come clean."

Tim yanked Ian's jeans down his thighs. His boxer's were tautly tented in front. Tim showed no mercy. With a single movement, he pulled off the boxers and cast them across the room. Ian's cock stood stiff, throbbing and tightly bareheaded in his groin. At the base of his cock a piece of medical tape held his foreskin back. With a single, ruthless yank, Tim pulled the tape off, taking a clump of pubic hair with it.

"Ouch! Hey, watch what you're doing!"

"That's your punishment for not being strictly truthful with us."

Tim pushed the long, thick foreskin up Ian's cock shaft. He rolled it over his glans, its long snout puckering about an inch beyond the swollen cock head. Tim smiled and looked Ian straight in the eye.

"Use it or lose it."

"What do you mean?" gasped Ian.

"Ian," said I, "Tim and I have seen your type before: horny young guys -- no, dirty young guys -- who like to drag the foreskins down off their cock heads so they can feel their naked glans exposed, rubbing against their pants or their briefs or just open to the summer breeze."

Ian shuddered.

"Turned on?"

"What do you think?" Ian snarled.

"Your cock head's covered now," said Tim.

"Uncover it," demanded Ian, his voice trembling with erotic excitement. "Pull that fucking skin back. I want my cock head and my shaft exposed. I want you to see it. I want you to look at it."

Tim pulled it back slowly.

"Just bare it, you bastard!" Ian barked. "That's it! Look at my nude cock head. Look at that flaring glans, look at that flaring, scarlet ridge. Look at my thick, hard, bare cock shaft. You cut guys have nothing on me."

A sparkling drop of precum appeared on Tim's piss slit.

"Somebody's turned on," said Tim.

"Lick it, you asshole," grumbled Ian, "if my big, bare cock interests you so much."

Tim scooped up the translucent bead on the end of his finger and lifted it to Ian's lips.

"YOU lick it."

Ian's slowly lips parted. His tongue emerged between them and pressed its tip into the viscous droplet. As it drew back, a tiny thread of precum extended from Tim's finger to the tip of Ian's tongue. Ian drew his tongue, bedewed with his own juice, into his mouth.

"Like the taste of your own ball juice, Ian?"

"What do you think?" Ian said a little breathless, giving his lips a slight smack.

"I'll bet you drink your own come too."

"Sometimes," whispered Ian, almost as if in a reverie, "I pull my skin back as tight as it will go

and shoot my load into a beer glass. Then I drink it down."

"That's how much your naked cock head excites you?"

"Yeah. I guess so." Ian struggled a little, but I held him fast.

"What if," said Tim, "what if your cock was like that all the time?"

"You mean naked?"

"Of course I mean naked."

"You mean what if I was circumcised, and my foreskin was cut off forever?"

"That's right."

Ian squirmed. "Look out!" he blurted, "I think I'm going to come!"

"You mean out of your naked, circumcised cock?"

A thick, milky blob spurted out of the top of Ian's cock and rolled down his long shaft, the skin held tautly back by Tim.

"Wow!" exclaimed Tim. "You are one filthy boy, obsessed with bare headed, bare shafted cocks. Just talking about it makes you come."

"You think that's coming? I've still got a pint in my balls. Come on, help me out: my balls are aching. Let me play with your bare cocks!"

Our clothes were off in seconds. Ian, on his knees took my cock in his right fist and Tim's in his left. He began licking them greedily, like a kid with two ice cream cones. He purred over them, studied them, tasted them. He tried to push our shaft skins forward. They barely moved.

"Holy shit!" Ian gasped. "Your cocks are so tight. Your cock heads are always exposed! Always exposed in your pants and your briefs! Always rubbing against the outside world! And you don't have to hold your skin back. You don't have any skin to hold back!"

He pushed our shaft skins forward again – or tried to. All in vain.

"And in the shower, your cock heads and your nude shafts are exposed for all to see, just like I saw them. Naked and bare, the most intimate, sensitive, sensual and sexual parts of yourself, just there, for the whole world to see. And you have no choice about it. Shit, you guys are so lucky!"

He looked at us pleadingly. One of his hands went between his ass cheeks and rubbed his cherry.

"Please...."

"Please?"

He rubbed his cherry a little harder. "I'm so fucking horny," he said. "Crazy horny. Put me out of my mercy. With your big, stiff, bare headed cocks."

Part Four

I pressed my fingers against Ian's cherry. He gave a deep sigh and bent over to give me full access. The hair of his ass crack was soaked with glistening sweat. My fingers massaged his pucker. He squirmed. I pulled the lips of his hole apart and pressed my big finger into him.

"You like to fuck uncircumcised boy pussy?" Ian panted.

I grunted yes.

"Then do it. Stick your big, stiff, carved penis into my pussy."

I smeared lube generously over his pucker and into his chute. He squirmed and shifted. His hooded hard-on stood throbbing in his groin. He pulled the foreskin back tight.

"Fuck me now!"

Pulling his ass cheeks apart, he lowered his ass against my granite cock. My engorged, hard-swollen, heart-shaped head pressed against his pussy lips. Ian rubbed a little extra lube on my circumcised cock head, sighing as he did so. As he leaned back, my cock easily popped into him. Slowly, he settled himself onto my shaft. The column of my excited, tightly flayed rod disappeared into him. He settled back into my lap. I could feel his sweat-moist ass hairs against my balls. I could feel his prostate against my shaft. It was as hard and round as a billiard ball.

As Ian inclined back and forth on my rod, he seized Tim's engorged, perpetually un-hooded cock and brought it to his lips. He slurped and sucked it, grunting and purring in ecstasy, all the while keeping his own foreskin held tightly back, and jiggling his long, thick, hard cock shaft.

Ian's hot, tight ass chute hugging my cock shaft almost drove me crazy. I could feel my circumcised glans flare up to what seemed to be twice its normal size, even when hard. Ian, feeling my flaring glans massaging his channel, moaned and whimpered, while Tim plunged his rock-hard, scalped rod down his throat.

I couldn't take it any more. Ian's ass wanted my come and it wanted it now. As he hugged my cock shaft he triggered my balls to give up their load. As my man milk shot up my circumcised shaft, Ian's whole body seemed to shudder. I inundated him with a hot, molten flood, as if all the creamy marrow in my body had melted and been shot up my cock. Just as I filled him full of my searing come, Tim threw his head back and groaned. I heard Ian gulping hard, greedily trying to swallow every drop of Tim's hot, rich cream. But there was too much. Big drops of it splashed out between Ian's lips and rolled down his chin. Ian fell forward, pulling himself off my boner -- not easy: my flaring glans held him on me. He had to give an extra strong push to thrust himself off me.

Ian tumbled onto the floor, then rolled over onto his back. He lay there, propped up on his elbows, his legs apart. My semen hung like big pearls in the hair of his ass crack. Tim's semen was smeared all over Tim's chin and neck. Tim knelt down and took Ian's erect cock in his hand.

His intention was to masturbate Ian to orgasm, but Ian shouted, "No! Don't move my skin! I never want my head covered again. Never, do you hear? Never!"

"So you want to be circumcised?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ian was talking in a sort of frenzy. "You're a doc aren't you? So why don't you do it?"

"You want me to circumcise your penis?"

"Yes, do it now!"

"Now?"

"Yes, now, god-damn-it, as tight as you can. I want mine like yours, so that the skin will never, ever, ever cover my head again. I want it to be totally impossible."

"You want this because you are a totally filthy boy."

"What of it?"

"You know that, once I've circumcised your penis, you must be punished for being so filthy."

Ian bit his lip. "Punish me, how?"

"I'll have to torture your skinned cock. And your cock will be exposed to that torture, forever, helplessly exposed."

At those words, Ian shot a huge, searing rope of come into the air. It landed on his own, smooth belly with a splat. It was followed by another and another. He was like a fountain of shooting semen. His torso swam in his own thick, slippery sperm.

"Do me," he said, falling flat on his back.

"I've got to be careful not to take off too much skin. Erections could be problematic."

"My cock is still hard. You can see how much skin I have to spare. Do it while I'm still hard!"

Tim's cock and mine bolted upright. Tim, still sweating from the encounter, went into the kitchen and opened the freezer door. He produced a shining, stainless steel clamp.

"Holy shit!" yelled Ian. He jumped up and retreated.

"Secure him," said Tim to me.

I seized Ian from behind. He struggled, but half-heartedly. I sat down on the sofa, holding Ian on my lap. Tim put Tim's hard penis through the hole in the first metal plate.

"It's so fucking cold!" cried Ian.

Tim placed the big, silver bell over Ian's cock head. Ian bellowed.

"Chickening out?" said Tim.

"No," Ian panted. "Do me. Circumcise me. Circumcise my penis. I want a bare, skinned cock."

"Your foreskin has touched the head of your cock for the last time," said Tim, positioning the bell on Ian's cock head.

"Good! Get rid of it!"

Tim rolled Ian's elephant trunk over the steel bell. Ian sucked in his breath on feeling the freezing steel against his hot, moist, doomed foreskin. He bit his lip and started to whimper. Tim secured the second plate onto the clamp. Before tightening it, however, he began to pull Ian's redundant skin through the circular hole.

"More!" demanded Ian. "I want to be more bare and scalped than both of you put together!"

Expertly, teasing the skin up over the bell with his thumb and forefinger, Tim pulled more and more skin through the ring. As he did so, Ian's hard on was subsiding, allowing even more skin to be pulled through the ring than otherwise.

Tim pushed his index finger against the bell and yanked the skin around it, harder and tighter. He was being very careful to get more of the external foreskin over the ring than inner.

"I'm going to do you very high," Tim said, "and very, very, very tight."

Ian bit his lip. A tear rolled down his cheek. "Yes," he said almost under his breath, "make my cock naked. Give me a bare-naked circumcised penis."

Even I began to be alarmed as I saw Tim pulling more and more skin through the ring. I could see the skin tugging at the base of Ian's dick. Finally, Tim tightened the screw. As the plate crushed the skin against the bell, Ian whimpered. His lower lip trembled and another tear rolled down his cheek.

"Will you still punish me for demanding this?" asked Ian, as meek as a lamb.

"We're going to have to punish mercilessly, endlessly."

"Quick, quick!" cried Ian, before I go hard again!

Tim, stood back to see view his work. Ian was slouched on my lap, legs wide apart. His balls were pulled hard against the under part of the clamp. A huge sleeve of thick skin drooped over the bell. Oh my God, I thought, Tim's going to completely flay him!

Tim produced a small scalpel. "It's a sharp as a razor blade," he said. "You won't feel anything."

Ian's whole body tensed. With an incredibly expert movement of his wrist, Tim whipped the scalpel around the flaring base of the bell. Ian sucked in his breath between his gritted teeth. But before he had completed this intake of breath, the scalpel had completed its circle, had travelled the full circumference of Ian's penis.

Tim pinched the thick, fleshy snout of Ian's foreskin and pulled it forward. A huge wad of flesh slid off the bell. Tim dangled the severed skin before Ian's face. Ian gave a deep, ecstatic sigh.