He was English, I was naive.
He was hot, I was baffled.
“Okay, I’m sorry, but… is it meant to do that?”
Martin glanced down with a little more panic in his eyes than he realized. “Do what?”
“Um, I’ve never seen…” I indicated the thick bridge of skin that clung stubbornly to the tip of his cock. “What is it?”
“My foreskin?” He sounded confused for a moment. And then, sensing that I was even more confused, he laughed. “Really, it’s nothing to be scared of.”
Again, I touched the curious flap, and then let out a little “oh” as it so slowly, unwillingly, retracted a little. Then I stroked some more, and watched in rapt fascination as a thick wave of skin coiled up with my fist, to tap the rim of his helmet.
His foreskin utterly mesmerized me. I’d seen them in pictures, and I knew what they did. But like the first time you see an elephant after years of watching the Discovery Channel, there’s a lot of difference between some video footage and actually meeting one in the flesh.
His prick was thick, his helmet was, too. But when I rolled the extra layer of skin up over it, the damn thing all but doubled in size.
The taste changed, too; sharp and salty when I pulled his skin back, markedly less so as I drew it forward. I loved the contrast, loved the sensation of the flesh folding back against my lips, and then rudely bumping them on its way forward…back and forth, back and forth...
Okay, enough of that (at least for the moment. Personally I can never... enough I said.) As kinks go, I doubt that it even registers a fraction of a flicker on whatever scale it is that such things are measured on, and if it counts as a fetish, I don’t know its name.
In fact, throughout most of the western world, it's probably not even considered the remotest bit strange. But in the USA, where most males are circumcised at birth, a girl who actually prefers uncut cock is more or less as rare (or at least a "statistical anomaly") as a guy who possesses one.
Yet still I was surprised, when conducting a wholly unscientific swing through various XXX video sites, to discover just how few posters seem to share my fascination - or how few straight ones, anyway.
Googling sundry combinations of “uncut cock” produce a lot of hits, of course. But the vast majority turns up in gay or, failing that, she-male sites, for reasons I’m sure we all understand. The simple sight of a pretty girl playing peek-a-boo with a nice thick rollneck sweater, however, was confined to barely a comparative handful of hits.
Search, on the other hand, for girls who find such images repulsive and your browser won’t know what’s hit it.
So, a question....
Am I truly alone in this peculiar little preference?
Or have I stumbled upon what might well be the last Unmentionable Fetish of the Internet Age?
There’s not much else out there that has not been specialized into oblivion, after all, and I bet I’m not the only one here who remembers when MILFs and Brazilians were as much of a niche as clown porn and enemas. So is it time the not-so-humble foreskin was given its day in the sun?
You are invited to swamp me with your own opinions, but before you start writing, a couple of requests.
Let’s keep health and hygiene out of it. If foreskins are the smegma-encrusted incubator for unimaginable disease that the pro-circumcision lobby so deftly argues, then how has the UK (to name but one of many nations where circumcision is a medical, not a cultural, decision) managed to survive?
Religion and politics are out as well. German legislators recently hit the headlines by declaring circumcision to be a violation of an infant’s right not to be purposefully mutilated by its parents, and you can imagine how well that went down with representatives of the Jewish and Muslim faiths. Let us not repeat their insensitivity here.
Instead, let’s just concentrate on the penis itself. On its look, its feel, its texture and taste, and all of the other little details to which that extra inch or so of flesh can make so much of a difference.
Or does it really not make that much difference whatsoever?