About 25 years ago, I had just showered at my gym and I went to my locker to get dressed. Only one other guy was there and he was getting ready to take his shower. I had spoken to him briefly before, but not much was said. He had a strong accent and I always feared misunderstanding him with the loud music blaring and the metal plates clanking. He sat about three feet from me and my soft cock openly dangled; I wasn't at all shy then. My dick had never been longer, before or since, as I had gotten my fat-to-muscle ratio so low back then that all my pubic-mound fat was gone, which exposed my cock's full length. He looked at my soft cock and asked, "How is it, lad, that you were spared the knife as a baby?"
His question startled me and it took me second to realize that he was talking about my uncut cock. I said, "I was super lucky, as my mother was a nurse and she does believe in circumcision, as that is what they did at her hospital. But my father was uncut and he profoundly distrusted doctors and the whole modern medical community. Thus, I was spared and thank God I was."
I assumed he was cut and this was his first encounter with a foreskin, which is why I added the "Thank God" at the end, as I didn't want to hear anything about my getting cut late in life. I was wrong. He had finished taking off his shoes and socks and was now standing. He pulled off his shorts and underwear, revealing a huge cock, a big uncut cock. Stupidly, embarrassingly, spontaneously, I blurted out, "Whoa! That's an impressive piece of meat."
I could not believe that I had said it, but I was so taken aback by his cock that it just fell out of my mouth. (I had probably got too used to talking about cocks with my wife about her past lovers.) His dick was at least six inches soft, not including his long prepuce, but oddly traffic-cone shaped, or like an anteater's nose, being almost 6 inches around at the base and tapering down to almost 4 inches around the head, with an extra half inch of foreskin. It was pale white with deep blue veins; his balls were relatively small compared to his cock.
"Thanks. But I was much more impressive when I was your age. The ravages of time, don't you know. Do not get old, if you can avoid it lad."
Bingo, I figured out that his accent was from Scotland. He was either in his very late 50s or early 60s, tall, about six foot one, with strawberry blond hair, except his pubic hair which was dark red-brown; he was very skinny, but with muscled forearms and biceps, with a farmer's tan that was basically just a mass covering of freckles, and paper-white skin everywhere else. I had noticed that he only did aerobic workouts, never any weight training; I guessed that he was in construction, as his hands looked beat up, but his fingers didn't hold any of the black grease stains that car mechanics often have.
He was completely naked now and I could see that his cock was completely soft, as it flopped around like a sock. I asked him how he avoided the knife. He told me that he was born in the UK and that the only circumcised fellows were the Jewish boys. He went on to say that he used to feel so sorry for them in school, as they stood out as being different from all the other boys; but now that he lives here in the USA, he stands out as being different. He ended with, "Believe me, the American women don't seem mind one bit the extra skin, just the opposite."
I told him that I had found the easiest way to get a Jewish woman to fuck me was for me to tell her that she was forbidden to have sex with me as I was not Kosher down there. We laughed and that was that. We did chat afterwards, but no cock talk.
Recently I went searching for pics of tapered cocks and found that they are rare. One thing that I did find was that the taper might be a result of a medical problem with the circulation.
His question startled me and it took me second to realize that he was talking about my uncut cock. I said, "I was super lucky, as my mother was a nurse and she does believe in circumcision, as that is what they did at her hospital. But my father was uncut and he profoundly distrusted doctors and the whole modern medical community. Thus, I was spared and thank God I was."
I assumed he was cut and this was his first encounter with a foreskin, which is why I added the "Thank God" at the end, as I didn't want to hear anything about my getting cut late in life. I was wrong. He had finished taking off his shoes and socks and was now standing. He pulled off his shorts and underwear, revealing a huge cock, a big uncut cock. Stupidly, embarrassingly, spontaneously, I blurted out, "Whoa! That's an impressive piece of meat."
I could not believe that I had said it, but I was so taken aback by his cock that it just fell out of my mouth. (I had probably got too used to talking about cocks with my wife about her past lovers.) His dick was at least six inches soft, not including his long prepuce, but oddly traffic-cone shaped, or like an anteater's nose, being almost 6 inches around at the base and tapering down to almost 4 inches around the head, with an extra half inch of foreskin. It was pale white with deep blue veins; his balls were relatively small compared to his cock.
"Thanks. But I was much more impressive when I was your age. The ravages of time, don't you know. Do not get old, if you can avoid it lad."
Bingo, I figured out that his accent was from Scotland. He was either in his very late 50s or early 60s, tall, about six foot one, with strawberry blond hair, except his pubic hair which was dark red-brown; he was very skinny, but with muscled forearms and biceps, with a farmer's tan that was basically just a mass covering of freckles, and paper-white skin everywhere else. I had noticed that he only did aerobic workouts, never any weight training; I guessed that he was in construction, as his hands looked beat up, but his fingers didn't hold any of the black grease stains that car mechanics often have.
He was completely naked now and I could see that his cock was completely soft, as it flopped around like a sock. I asked him how he avoided the knife. He told me that he was born in the UK and that the only circumcised fellows were the Jewish boys. He went on to say that he used to feel so sorry for them in school, as they stood out as being different from all the other boys; but now that he lives here in the USA, he stands out as being different. He ended with, "Believe me, the American women don't seem mind one bit the extra skin, just the opposite."
I told him that I had found the easiest way to get a Jewish woman to fuck me was for me to tell her that she was forbidden to have sex with me as I was not Kosher down there. We laughed and that was that. We did chat afterwards, but no cock talk.
Recently I went searching for pics of tapered cocks and found that they are rare. One thing that I did find was that the taper might be a result of a medical problem with the circulation.
