Friday, November 22, 2013


 I used to jack off all the time in the library at school.  Sometimes Ijerk off at airports when I have to hang around a long time.  Once I went into the mens’ room at college and thought I heard a guy wanking. So I pretendedto leave and opened and shut the door. I stayed very still and the guy continued to jerk himself. Then he took some toilet paper and I heard the jism hit the paper. I hung out until he left. I was sooo horny when I was an undergraduate that once I came my dick did not really deflate. I'm circumcised real tight and my glans flares out a lot so when I tucked it down my jeans pants legs you could see my tube of meat and the flared head pretty clear. I used to try to hide it by carrying my books over my crotch...but I used to have to limp!

Hey guys,
I've noticed that some guys who are cut have like larger than average and sometimes huge cock-heads. Ones that are just really massive (and mushroomy  ) compared to the shaft. I know that this is all part of natural variety and all, but I was just wondering if you could help me by filling out this little question thing:

If you are circumcised and your head is disproportionately wider than your shaft,

a.) Has it always been that way since you were a young kid?

b.) Did it start to expand at some point? If so, how old were you when it happened?
Oh and if you could also put the following in your reply
1.Your cock length
2. Whether you are circumcised tight or loose
3. Whether your head is flared out around the outer ridge

Thanks so much guys!

No, I have seen a lot of pics of cut guys and some of their heads are in proportion with the shaft (some are smaller, but we won't go there) and some cut guys have really big, wide, flared out cock-heads..

My guess as to why people may see this difference I've heard this claim, but I have no way of knowing whether or not it's true. It's not like the foreskin is providing any amount of pressure that would prevent the head from growing, at least not to my knowledgeis that when a cut penis is erect, it (as always) just has the shaft below the head. But when a uncut penis is erect, it has the shaft plus the foreskin below the head, meaning there's less of a difference in circumference  between the glans and the area below when they meet up

My personal guess is that (and feel free to strike me down) just as many uncut guys have a similarly large glans, but the reason you're associating it with cut guys is that you've been watching porn in which circumcised guys are much more common.


Living in Oceanside, California can be a blessing and can be a curse. For one thing, it is right next to Camp Pendleton, the biggest Marine Corps base on the West Coast and for another, all these hot, studs are everywhere. They are in the stores, malls, movie theaters and restaurants. This is a blessing because they are really hot and they are great eye candy, but they can be frustrating because they are everywhere and you don't know who are gay or BI and who is not!

One day while getting my hair cut at a place called "Stud Cut's," it was packed with hot marines. You see Sunday night is the best time to go because of inspection on Monday. Therefore, the place was overflowing as usual. Anyway, I was about 20 people away and just had to sit there next to all these hot devil dawgs. Occasionally by elbow would touch the guy next to me and I would look over and apologize just hoping that he would be enjoying the contact just as much as I was. This went on for about 20 minutes and it was finally my turn. I asked for a low reg. cut and she started working on my hair. Then all of a sudden this hot devil dawg who had to be about 21 plopped down on one of the sofas in front of my chair. I could not believe my eyes. He had sandy blond hair and he had to be a jock. I took one look at him and instantly had a crush on him. I looked again and he was staring at me. What was he thinking? Had he seen me at Rich's, Flick's or Number's the Friday before or was my fly undone? I had no idea only hope that he was gay or BI. My haircut continued and I had the occasional chance to check him out. They next time I looked his legs were wide open and you could see just a hint of his white briefs showing through one of the leg holes. That drove me nuts because I love a guy in white briefs. Now I was transfixed by this guy and every chance I got, I had to take a look and some of times he would be looking back and sometimes he was watching TV. This went on for about 15 minutes and then I was done. I so wanted for a longer haircut but what was I to do? I had to get up. So I went and paid for the haircut and began to walk out the door. As I walked, I had to get one last look at this hot guy and he was watching me too. My heart stopped and I was wondering what to do. I could not just stand there because the place was full of marines and I did not want to get jumped so I had to leave.

I got to my car, my heart still racing, and wondered what to do. I decided to lean against my car in the parking lot and wait and see what happened. Well after many marines came out here this Adonis came out. He had a high and tight and was definitely good to go. I saw him looking around and then he finally saw me. I did not know what to do so I just stood there. A lot of marines on Pendelton do not drive so I was hoping he would need a ride. He began walking toward me, toward Pier View Way and gave me a smile. I nodded to him but he kept on walking. I was crushed but as he walked away, he looked back and saw that I had not gone yet, so I stayed where I was and he circled around the block and came back. I was really happy now, but very much scared because of the unknown!

I was not shaking with fear and apprehension. But he said "hi" and I said "hi" back. We made some small talk and as I suspected he did not have a ride so boldly I offered him a ride. He gladly accepted and we were now in the car. I was so happy and I could not keep from grinning. But I was feeling more comfortable now and asked what he was up to this evening. He did not have any plans so I asked if he wanted to come over to my place for a couple of beers and watch a little TV. He obliged and we were off. If you think that was easy, it was not but most marines are so bored on base that they jump at any chance to do something different.

Hunk of military man. Handsome!

As he lay on the floor I was very happy to have this stud with me and about ready to put my hands all over him. As I began to work on his back, I again noticed his white briefs peeking out just under his pants so I worked my way down there and he seemed to be enjoying himself by the sounds he was making. I worked on his back and then on his arms. When I worked on his hands I knew he was a laborer because of the calluses on his hand. Done with the top of the body, it was now time to turn my attention to his feet and legs. I asked if I could remove his socks and he nodded yes. So, I worked his feet and he really seemed to be enjoying himself. I began to work on his legs but if you have ever had a massage with your clothing on, you know that it is not the most comfortable. What do I do now? Being bold, I asked if it he would be more comfortable with his pants off.
 Again he said nothing but lifted up his pelvic area, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. WOW! This guy is doing everything I ask. YEEHAW! I pulled off his pants one leg at a time and he began to moan. I though I was hurting him but then it appeared to be moans of pleasure. I slowly worked each leg and with the tips of my fingers I would brush the leg openings of his white briefs. He did not seem to mind this so I slowly worked the inside of his thigh and he got goose bumps. I could see them rise all over his body and knew that was a good sign. The moaning stopped as I moved down toward his feet so I thought I better go back the other way and then the moaning started again. So I knew I was doing good and he was good to go.

And WHAT a beautiful circumcised tight cock!
After about a half-hour of this I asked him to roll over and without hesitation he just flopped on his back. As he did, you know what I saw first! A HUGE bulge in his white briefs that just leaped out. He really had a hard on but it was tucked down and I know that was not comfortable. He quickly fixed that by adjusting himself. Now his huge cock was bulging in his tighty whites and he had a little smile on his face. So I began to work his stomach, face and then onto his legs again. I was very hard in my white briefs now as well. Just looking at that huge cock made me what it badly! As I worked his inner thigh, his cock would spring to life and I began the process of moving up and down the leg.

I could tell that he is really enjoying himself now. There is a little pre-cum beginning for form on his white briefs. At this point I went for it. I worked my hands up under the legs of his white briefs and began to massage his rock hard cock. He was circumcised high and tight and had to be 8" and thick. He moaned with pleasure and more pre-cum leaked from his cock. I put my mouth over his cock and could hardly fit it all in but he really like that because I felt his body convulse with pleasure and be began to moan louder. I slowed down because I did not want him to cum to early and then he grabbed me and began to kiss me with a force and a tenderness that I have never felt before. It was so sensual and I love it. He basically tore my cloths off. I could hear a little tear in my white briefs but I loved it. 
He grabbed my cock in his hand and rubbed it. It felt so good that I had to let out a moan. He lay on top of me and I could feel his rock hard cock pulsing on my stomach. He began to rub his cock on my stomach. Then he slid down on my cock and began to rock back and forth. Oh, it felt so good but I wanted it to last longer so I held back. I did not want to cum too soon. However, he began to go back and forth faster and faster. He was rubbing his cock on my stomach and I was up in him. He wanted me to cum inside him so I did and he moaned with acceptance. Then he came all over my stomach. He shot such a big load! It seemed like he had not cum in a
year. Then off to the shower......




 “Mutual pleasure is the key. The first thing to do is to get to know your partner’s penis. Look at it. Fondle it. Yes, even worship it. Treat the entire genital area as one area. Some parts are more receptive and sensitive than others. It is your duty as a lover to find and stimulate these areas.” 

“How do I do that?” 

“Take and hold your lover’s cock and balls in the palm of your hand. Look at them and study them. Bring your lips to the base of his balls. Make love to them; lick them with your tongue. Run your lips up his shaft flitting your tongue tip in and out tickling the shaft. Use only the tip of your tongue to run up and down the underside of his cock. As you do this, you will soon learn his erotic zones. Many people think all they have do is to turn their mouths into a vacuum cleaner or a cunt hole. NOT TRUE. Mouth suction and bobbing of the head up and down alone will make him orgasm, but that’s nothing more than another form of masturbation. Giving titillating pleasure is the real story behind being a great cocksucker. Just remember that as a man, you know how you would like it. All you have to do to your partner is what you would want done to you. That is why they say that only gay men know how to give the best blow jobs.” 

“But how do you make him blow his load, if not by suction?” Joseph queried. 

“The cock head is the answer. The cock head is the detonator of his atomic bomb. Work on the head and the area around the cock head, both with the tongue and the lips. After a bit of experience you can even use your teeth to lightly scrape over the head. I’ve had a great blowjob where the guy just blew air over the end of my cock. Work the end of the dick head with your tongue. It’s not the suction that drags the cum out of the balls. It’s the stimulation. Hell,
By stimulation you can make him feel like his cum is coming, not from his balls but, from the tips of his toes.” 

“You make it sound so easy…you won’t laugh if I make a mistake.” 

“Joseph, my dear, sweet, Joseph, I’ll never ever laugh AT you; only WITH you.” Richard said, kissing and hugging him. He began to feel Joseph’s fingers touch his balls, and he moaned and said, “You know I think that’s the first time you have done that to me and it feels so good. Yeahhhhh, that’s the ticket. That’s what I mean, don’t be afraid. I guarantee they won’t break.
Their lips touched and they kissed deeply while Joseph fondled his lover’s balls and cock. He lowered his head to kiss, lick, suck and nibble on Richard’s nipples while he continued to lightly run his fingers tips over his balls and cock. Gently he helped Richard raise his lower body to the top step of the hot bath thereby exposing his lover’s sex to him. Joseph, getting between the outstretched legs, lowered his lips and mouth to Rich’s belly button and licked around it and probed it with the tip of his tongue. Richard threw his head back, moaned, and ran his fingers through Joseph’s close-cropped hair. The short hairs tickled and sent electric-like shocks through his fingers. Joseph, his eyes fastened on his lovers cock, studied it and for the first time was able to look at and see a cock other than his own. The nooks, the crannies, the bumps, the blue veins he had never observed before were there for him to see and explore with the tip his tongue. The smell and the hardness, and yet the velvety softness of the cock, excited him as his soft wet lips touched Richard’s balls and he heard Richard gasped. 
The tip of his tongue shot out to touch the base of Richard’s fuck stick. And then following a blue vein, the tip moved up the shaft to the corona. This is the most sensitive spot on the penis. Then ran his tongue tip around the cut mark of Rich’s circumcised cock and over the cock head. Lapping up the leaking pre-cum that had collected there, Joseph found that it did not taste as bad as he had thought it would, so he opened his lips and took the hot, wet, red, angry head into his mouth. 

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS ohhhhhhh YESSSSSSSSS!” Richard shouted. “That’s it. Damn it baby, I love it!” 

Joseph’s lips closed around the head of his dick while his tongue kept licking over the cock head; he took the hard cock about 1 inch deeper into his mouth. He rolled up the corners of his tongue and ran his tongue along the underside of his lover’s cock. His fingers continued to fondle Rick’s balls. Then moving one finger over his sweet rosebud he pushed against the ring and entered his rectum

from:   Serving the God

by Nepher-Mery-Neter

The story is set in ancient Egypt – the birthplace of circumcision  

"We agreed that you would do for me everything that you did for Amon. So, Neph, here I am, ready: wash me - and make sure that you do a thorough job!"
He stood up next to the basin, feet apart and arms akimbo. I dipped the was rag in the warm water and applied it to his face. He didn't flinch and I cleaned around his eyes, his nose, his mouth and behind his ears. I dipped the wash rag once again into the water, wrung it out and washed his neck. He raised his right arm, thus indicating that I was to wash his armpit. Then the same with his left armpit. I washed his chest, paying particular attention to the nipples. A smile played on his mouth.
I stepped behind him to wash his back and then ran the wash rag over those two globes that were his 'kheptu'. They were firm and round. If I had been doing this for Mery (as he so often demanded and never got!) I would probably have stuck a finger in there; as it was I did not dare. But he would not let it pass: "Next time, Neph, I shall expect to be cleaned everywhere!" Again I dipped the wash rag in the warm water, wrung it out and applied it to the back of his thighs - so rounded and sturdy - and then I worked round to the front. I washed down the front of his thighs and started moving down towards his knees. "Neph, don't even think of missing out so important a part of my anatomy!" I squatted down in front of him and I came face to face at very close quarters with his genitalia. He parted his legs so that I could wash between them and his 'kherui'; then I very carefully washed the sack itself with its balls inside. He had a triangle of thick hair, just as curly and tangled as the mop on his head. Now I took hold of his 'henen', longer than mine, but not too thick. It was circumcised just like mine - since he, too, had been initiated into some priesthood. I ran the rag over it while holding it with my left hand. It began to swell and grow in my hand, so I quickly let it go.
Now he made me repeat the whole procedure all over again, this time using the towel to dry him. When I had finally finished to his demanding satisfaction I asked him where I would find his kilt or loincloth. "Forget that for now," he said, very seductively. "Now it's time for me to perform a little service for you." His hands went to my waist and he loosened my loincloth and let it drop to the floor.
"Yesssss," he breathed, looking down at the centre of my being. "I knew you would be as beautiful there as you are beautiful of face and beautiful of 'ka'." He sat down on the edge of the bed and held out his hands towards mine. "Come to me, Neph. Come to me. I offered him my hands and he took them in his and gently pulled me towards him. For a moment he rested his head on my chest, then he sat up again. My tightly circumcised 'henen' was hard, erect, firm, pointing directly towards his heart. His right hand let go of mine and he gently touched the head of my 'henen'. I did not move. Then he gently, very gently, stroked the underside of my phallus, drawing his fingers gently and slowly from the stem towards the tip. I shuddered. He did it again. "To me that feels good," he said; "does it feel good for you too?" I nodded, not trusting my voice at all. Now I felt his fingers gently, oh so gently, massage the sack that was hanging between my legs, feeling the 'kherui' inside. Then he let go of my left hand too and I felt both of his hands stroking the'kheptu' of my backside. He said nothing, but let out a long sigh of contentment.
Then he slid down from the bed and knelt before me. The god, the pharaoh, the Lord of the Two Lands, the King of Upper and Lower Egypt, was kneeling before me! With his hands still resting on my 'kheptu' he pulled me closer to him. And now I felt the soft touch of his lips on the tip of my 'henen'. He kissed it and then lay the side of his head on my stomach. I heard him breathe in deeply.
"You are beautiful, Neph; you really are beautiful. I could love you if you would let me. Please consent to be mine."
We kissed, long and hard. To begin with it was just wild passion, but then it settled down into a gentle meeting of lips and mouth and tongue. His lips we so full and their taste was like the food of the gods. Gently he turned on his side so that I fell off his body and lay by his side. He leaned over and kissed first one nipple then the other, kissing and sucking. His hand stroked my chest and then one finger travelled down, across my tight stomach and down, down. The finger pulled at the hairs above my 'henen' and then his hand found my 'kherui' again. It felt so good.
I lay my head on his chest and his hands took hold of the back of my head, stroking my hair. In all this time we said nothing, just enjoying the feel of this physical expression of mutual love. Then I stretched out my right hand and felt for his 'henen'. It was erect and straight. I had always noticed that when mine was erect it pointed upwards towards my belly; but his pointed straight ahead. I took it between my fingers. His whole body shook. I withdrew my hand in alarm, but he whispered "It was pleasure, not pain. Go on. Please go on." I took it between my fingers again, feeling its pulsating strength, feeling it straining away from his body. Holding the skin firmly I began to massage his manhood, up and down. At first I did so very gently and very slowly. Soon his hips began to writhe and he began to moan - little groans of pleasure. His breathing began to come in gasps. He whispered, "Faster, Neph, faster. Oh yes! Oh yes!  I did his bidding and started pumping faster and faster. Suddenly he lifted his 'kheptu' from the bed and arched his body. "Here it comes," he almost screamed out, and almost instantaneously the white milk that held his divine seed squirted forth, time after time. He must have ejaculated at least eight times, probably more. My hand was covered with the white sticky liquid, and so was his abdomen.
 “……"What's the matter, my love? Did I hurt you?" He was so solicitous that it was touching. He was truly pained that he had caused me pain.
"Yes," I said. "You are very big, Mighty Min."
He did not laugh. He was all concern. "What can we do?" he mused. "I certainly am not prepared to cause you pain!"
"The remedy is simple," I said. "Let's wait until after dinner."
"Certainly, my love," he said. He must have been thinking that I wanted to put off the difficult moment. If so, he said nothing. Actually my purpose was entirely different.
Dinner arrived on time and our first course, as I had guessed it would be, was ground chickpea salad swamped in oil to be eaten on pita-bread. I had guessed this because the royal kitchen seemed to have a regularly recurring menu. "Don't eat the hummous, my love," I said. He looked at me in alarm. Suddenly, I realised what he must have been thinking. "Oh no, Wos, I'm sure it's quite as safe as anything that the kitchen serves can be."
"So why not eat it, Neph? Our antics have given me a strong appetite. I'm starving."
"Trust me. We'll enjoy it later on. You'll see."
We rested after our meal until it was time for another 'rehearsal' - after all, we opened on the following day and we still hadn't got our act together! Once again I lay down on my back. As he was about to bend over me, I told him to fetch the hummous. "Now, Neph? Now?" he asked incredulously. "Now," I said with determination. He brought over the plate of hummous, oozing with oil. I took hold of his hand and dipped it into the chickpea salad, generously covering his fingers. He was completely confused. I lay back and pulled him over me, and then guided his hand towards my 'powet'. Suddenly he understood. He inserted a hummous-covered finger and smeared the salad around the passage-way. Then he inserted two, three fingers until the entrance was completely lubricated. When he arched himself over me, I reached out and covered my own hand with the glutinous food. As I reached for his erection I smeared it generously all over with the hummous. Then I guided him towards my entrance and he slipped in with no trouble at all.
That night we slept in each other's arms. Wos was the first to wake the following morning. He kissed me on the forehead, saying gently, "Time to wake up, sleepyhead. Today's the big day." After only a few minutes' lovemaking we got up quickly and in a very short time (well, short for us at any rate) I had him and me washed, dressed and fed. At the appointed hour the Captain of the Guard came to provide us with an escort to the Temple of Amon.
Now the High Priest announced, "The god is present; the ceremony begins!" I could hear the rustling of hundreds of bodies outside making their obeisance. The High Priest nodded to me.

I stepped before Wos and prostrated myself. Then I stood up. I unfastened his kilt and pulled it away. During all this part of the ceremony he never once moved, but through all my ministrations he stood like a statue, unmoving, holding the royal insignia crossed across his breast. I knelt at his feet and took from the low table the golden goblet in my left hand. I ran three fingers of my right hand underneath his 'henen'; this always had an arousing effect on him - and it did not fail this time. When his phallus had reached full erection (which was something that only I could judge) I placed the goblet in a strategic position just beyond the tip of his manhood and at a strategic angle, and began the masturbation process, just as we would have done in his bedroom - except that he was standing up, unmoving, while I stroked his circumcised muscle.
He did me proud! I could feel through my fingers that he was about to ejaculate and held the goblet carefully in place. He never flinched or moved a muscle, but throughout he remained the embodiment of the god. He erupted with five or six squirts which landed beautifully inside the goblet. When I had milked from him the last drop and his manhood began to deflate, I deftly wiped the tip clean with one of the napkins. I stood up and showed the contents of the goblet to the three witnesses. The High Priest announced throughout the echoing building, "The god has produced from himself the very seed of life!"
I turned back to Wos. I dipped one finger into the goblet so that it was covered with his ejaculate and held it up to his lips. He licked it off my finger. We repeated this another two times. The High Priest now boomed out, "The god has drunk the seed of life. It has entered him and become a part of him."
I replaced the goblet on the table, took from Wos the royal insignia, and placed into his hand the small jar. I unfastened my loincloth and laid it on top of his kilt. Naked, I reclined on the couch, ready. Now for the first time Wos moved. He undid the lid of the jar and the chapel was filled with the most wondrous aroma of scented unguents. (We decided that this was better than using hummous.) He knelt between my legs; I raised them onto his shoulders and he oiled his way into my 'powet'. As he arched himself over me I generously smeared his erection with some more of the perfumed oil and he penetrated me with no difficulty at all. I could feel his massive organ filling my bowels. He began thrusting with his hips and in no time at all the divine seed was gushing into the very centre of my being.
The deed done, he stood up. He handed me the other napkin and stood in front of me so that the witnesses could not easily see how I was mopping up the divine seed of life that was oozing out of me. The High Priest unctuously announced, "The seed of life has been sown!" I rose from the couch, fastened his kilt back round his hips, placed the regalia back in his hands, made obeisance, and then put on my own loincloth again.
The High Priest called out, "Make way for the Lord of the Two Lands, the Son of Amon, the Master of Khemet, Pharaoh Min-Wosret, Amon incarnate!"
And our procession started back through the great hypostyle hall.

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