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My Straight Friend’s Adult Circumcision​


When I was in my 20’s, my straight best friend was living with me. I’ve written other stories that involve him on here. He was very open in general. For the sake of this story, I am going to call him Jake. He would walk around the house most of the time in just briefs, leaving very little to the imagination, and he would always leave the door open when taking a shower, take the urinal right next to me any time we were out together and it was time to piss. He was confident, and loved to let it all hang out. I guess it would be fair to say he was on the exhibitionist spectrum, and to a lesser extent, the voyeuristic one.

I had always admired his body, and looks. He had fluffy, sandy blonde hair and baby blue eyes. He had a spectacular ass (to this day, I think the nicest one I’ve ever seen on a guy in real life, and I always thought it was wasted on a straight dude). I also admired his cock. It was just a very handsome cock. He was uncut, and the way his foreskin came to a rest at the tip of his penis was just really like art. Jake also had a really nice set of balls on him. When sat down, he always had an eye-catching bulge, and he knew it.

We would routinely shower and change together, and head out into the jacuzzi in the buff. It was all very natural, and very non-sexual. One day, after we’d been living together for the better part of a year, he told me that he had appointment to get circumcised. I was kind of shocked, because he just told me out of nowhere, and we talked about everything. I would have thought he might have mentioned something like that before scheduling surgery and then just informing me of it. I asked him why he was doing it, and he said that it was just a decision he made based on experiences that he had.

That told me that girls had been finding it unappealing, and he was going to have this surgery as an adult to please women. I thought that was really a shame. He commented, “plus, it will make my penis look bigger.” I told him, “Jake, your penis already looks big. It is big.” Then, I went on to mention the fact that he would probably lose a lot of sensation in the tip of his dick from that surgery, and that sex might not be as enjoyable for him after the fact. He had made up his mind, and he was having this done. There was no talking him out of it.

The day came, and he got snipped. He was very surprised at how painful the recovery was. He had swelling and bruising, and had to keep his entire penis wrapped with gauze and an outer Ace bandage wrap for weeks. He had to change the dressings twice a day. In the beginning, it was so painful that he would scream, and he even asked me to help him do it, which I did, of course.

As he began to heal, he also began to get back some of his cockiness (yes, pun intended), and one day he remarked, “hey man, look how we hardly even have to trim down that Ace bandage to wrap my penis and it’s three inches wide.” I smiled and said, “yes, you have a very nice, and very big dick.” He smiled because he knew it was true. I even went on to say, “Dude, you do have a very handsome dick. It was handsome before, and it’s handsome now.” He smiled and giggled and said, “well, thank you.” I finished wrapping him up, and we went on about our day.

Now, of course, he wasn’t going to be able to have any kind of sexual activity for four-to-six weeks until he was completely healed and had been given the all-clear from his surgeon. That’s a really long time, especially at that age! Of course, morning wood was still going to be a phenomenon, and many mornings during that recovery he would wake up hollering because he was hard and the stitches were being pulled at by his own dick. I did feel badly for him, and I wondered if this would create mental trauma for sex down the road.

At any rate, Jake continued to heal and as the month marker approached and he began to feel better, he was starting to think and talk about sex. I thought that was a good sign.

Admittedly, I had been thinking about how much he would cum the first time he busted after such a long period of time without cumming. I mentioned it to him, “Yo, Jake, just imagine how much you’re going to cum the first time…”

He was quick to reply, “yeah, man. I’ve been thinking about that. I cum a lot normally anyway. I can’t even imagine what it will be like after a month or more. I asked him, “so, who’s the lucky girl going to be to get that load?” He said, “I’m not really sure, but I was thinking that the first time should really just be me jacking off, just in case there’s pain or anything.” That made sense to me, but it seemed kind of like a shame to waste a once-in-a-lifetime month’s load of cum on a jerk-off session.

Really without even thinking about it, or skipping a beat, I said right back to him, “how about you let me have it?” I couldn’t even believe I said it after I heard the words come out of my mouth, but I said it, and there was no taking them back.

Much to my surprise, he just smiled and looked at me, and said, “what do you mean, like jerk off onto you, or like in your mouth?”

I said, “well, I mean, I’m willing to work for it, man. How about I suck you off till you cum, and then I swallow it all up. I’ll be your first blow job after your surgery.”

He smiled and laughed and asked, “Dude, you’re gonna swallow a month’s worth of cum?” Without hesitating, I said, “absolutely!” He just said, “bet!” That was easy…

So, we had a plan. Now, I was eager for him to get his all-clear, too. In fact, I had probably become just as eager, if not more, than him! He was going to have his appointment on a Friday — four weeks to the day following his surgery — and we agreed we wanted to do it as soon as he got the green light.

He came home and was smiling from ear-to-ear. I knew what that meant. It was late afternoon and it was bright and sunny outside, but it didn’t matter. Jake started taking off his pants right at that door. The poor guy was so ready to bust. He didn’t even really say anything. He just got naked and sprawled out on the sofa. I went right over to him, and I asked, “are you nervous?” He chucked and said, “about what? You’re the one who agreed to swallow a month’s worth of nut. Are you nervous?” I said, “No, I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

I began by just giving the tip of his dick a kiss, and I looked up at him, into those baby blues of his, and told him again, “you really do have a very handsome cock, Bro.” He smiled, and pushed my head down on it. I took the whole thing in my mouth, and just let it swell inside me. It plumed up so fast, and then I began licking it up and down, getting the whole shaft nice and wet.

He was ready, so I began to suck him properly, and earnestly. I could not believe how fat his cock got when he was hard. He was throbbing, and his cock head was literally pulsating. It looked like an angry beast that had been starved in a cage — and that’s really what it was. The head of his cock became purple.

I made sure to give some attention to those big low-hangers of his, too, taking small breaks from his cock to lick and suck his balls. I could barely manage to get both of them in my mouth at the same time, but I gave it my all. I did even push the envelope just a little further, and nuzzle my nose into his taint to try to get a sniff of his hole. I got pretty close, and took a little lick, but knew not to press my luck.

Before long, he was ready to let it go. He said, “Mike, this is your last chance to pull off.” I began sucking him like my life depended on it. I took his cock all the way to the back of my throat, and his legs began trembling. Then, I felt the eruptions begin. They were actually kind of violent. Torrents of cum were jetting out of his cock and hitting the back of my throat. Jake was making so much noise. He was so loud and vocal, I was sure the neighbors were hearing us.

I could not swallow the cum fast enough. It was leaking out both sides of my mouth and running down my face, chin, and neck. Jake was breathing so hard and was sweating profusely. I thought he might actually pass out. When he finally stopped cumming, I noticed how much I didn’t swallow. I began licking it up. His cum was very strong — both in odor, and it taste. It actually had a “nutty” smell to it. No pun intended this time. It was a very unusual smell for cum. It didn’t smell like chlorine or bleach.

I looked up at him, and asked him how he was. He said, “I don’t think I’m done yet.” I asked, “what do you mean?” He said, “I still need to cum some more.” I went right back to his cock, and began sucking again. He got instantly hard all over again, and we were now into round two.

This time, he took a more active roll. He grabbed my head more forcefully and face-fucked me really good. This time, he lasted a lot longer, too. After a few minutes of hitting the back of my throat with that bulbous, freshly snipped cock head, he announced, “I’m gonna bust!”

And, boy did he ever! He didn’t cum as much as the first time, but it was actually pretty close. It was impressive. When he finished the second time, he just collapsed on the couch. We stayed there together without moving for about 20 minutes. The smell of cum was strong in the air. We had some “pillow talk.” He said he liked it, and I told him I did, too. We joked and laughed about how the neighbors definitely heard us, but we agreed we didn’t care. Finally, he said, “let’s go upstairs and shower off, Ok?” I agreed, and up we went.

When we came down we weren’t sure what, exactly, to do with the rest of our afternoon, and where would we go from here? He finally said, “Mike, want to go grab some food now? That made me hungry.” What a relief! Just like that, we were back to normal. We left to go eat and were gone a for an hour or so. When we were pulling back in the driveway, one of the neighbors was heading out to his car. We were always friendly with them. He just gave us a huge shit-eating grin, and said something to the effect of, “having a nice days, guys, or what?” We both smiled back at him, and Jake said, “we sure are, probably better than yours,” and he giggled. We just walked in the house together. He said, “so, wanna play Monopoly now?”

“Yes, yes I do!” We only made it through one game, and Jake announced, “I’m tired. Wanna take a nap?” I was definitely down for a nap. I slept upstairs, and he slept downstairs. But, as I headed up, he was behind me on the stairs. I turned to look, and he said, “what? We just did what we did, and you think I’m not going to take a nap with you?” I just smiled at him, and said, “I didn’t say anything.” I got in bed, and he crawled in next to me. We slept for a good two hours. It was one of the best, most peaceful, and most rejuvenating rests I can remember. When we woke up, Jake said, “your bed is way more comfortable than mine. I’m sleeping up here now.” I just rolled over and smiled, and said, “I’m glad.”





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My Straight Best Friend’s Adult Circumcision Part III​


Jake kept looking back at me, and finally he said, “it’s that this is all new to me. None of it was planned. I’m really not gay, but I have to admit that I really liked when you were playing with my ass, and I have been wondering what it would feel like for you to fuck me.”

I wasn’t expecting to hear all of that. Jake was always a man of few words, and he had just spoken more in that moment than he often does in a whole day, or even longer. And I don’t mean just the amount of words, I mean how much meaning and how many profound thoughts and feelings he communicated.

I was still very afraid of coming on too strong, over-playing my hand, or scaring him off. Yet, he opened a whole new door, and I was going to walk thru. I said, “I am ready to have that experience with you whenever you are, Jake. I’m going to let you take control over this.” He told me, “what I really have been thinking about a lot is sitting on it, and riding it.” I was stunned. I asked, “so, you’ve been giving this thought?” He said, “yeah, man. Of course I have.” I knew better than to ask any more questions.

“Hop on, the ride is free now, I said.” He smiled, and turned to look down at my cock, noticing it was standing at attention. He gasped, “oh wow.” I told him it was probably a good time to try, since he was already pretty loosened up from all of the ass play. He agreed, and said, “but, since it’s my first time, can I still have some lube, and will you just be gentle?” I told him, “absolutely, Jake. I want it to be a positive experience, obviously.”

He reached to his nightstand for the lube (it was there for his personal jerking off). He lubed up his hole, and then my dick, and he straddled me facing away and then began to lower himself down and guide me to his hole. I really could not believe this was happening. It was more than a dream come true, and almost too much to handle.

Jake was ready, and so was I. He had good instincts, and knew just to ease down slowly. I felt the head of my dick pressing on his hole, and it just popped in. Jake let out a soft, “uh,” and then lowered himself some more. He exhaled, “oh my God,” softly.

He was then sitting down completely on me and I was fully inside him. He just sat there for a minute, and then be began to move up and down very slowly. Very gently. He “hugged” my legs with his, indicating to me that he liked it. Still, I wasn’t fucking him. I was letting him remain in control. He was riding me.

As he became more confident, and picked up the pace a bit, and began to really ride, push back into me, and clearly enjoy it. He became more and more vocal…not so many words, but loud sounds: grunts and exhales. Jake quickly developed a favorite motion, and that was to push himself down as far as he could onto me and hold it for a few seconds. He clearly liked feeling that I was all the way inside him.

“Jake, I may not last too long like this. It feels too good, and you look too hot.” He said, “it’s Ok, but let me turn around because I want to be looking at you when you bust in me.” He read my mind, which really put me over the top. I only hoped he would turn around in time. Jake was very agile, and he managed to spin around on me without ever letting my cock slip out of his hole. I was impressed. Now he had his hands on my shoulders and he was leaning in very close to me. I began to fuck him actively.

His face was so close to mine. I could feel his breath on me. Yet, we really had never kissed at all. There was that one time when he gave me the quick peck on the lips, but nothing further in that department. I wanted it, but I didn’t know how he felt.

I leaned up a bit to reach his lips, and we did kiss. It wasn’t full-on, open mouth kissing, but it was more than the first time. It was a real kiss. That was all I needed, and I began to flood his guts. I came so hard just because of the pure, raw emotion, and the obvious tension that had been building up between us over many years of close friendship. Having him on top of me in that way, and kissing me fully on the mouth while I was inside of him was just too much to handle. It was one of the most powerful orgasms of my entire life — even to this day.

Jake stayed on top of me, with me inside him, breathing hard, and sweating. He looked so hot on top of me, I couldn’t stand it. I asked him, “are you Ok?” He answered, “I’m better than Ok. How ‘bout you?” I answered, “I’m better than I’ve been in a long time.” He smiled at me, and leaned in for one more brief kiss. We still had not made out. It wasn’t like that. We had kissed, but we had not made out. It wasn’t part of whatever this relationship was at this time. That’s Ok. We certainly both felt very fulfilled in that moment. He stayed on me, but just laid down, and so now he was with his face in the crook of my neck, and my cock was still inside him. I was still hard.

We stayed there like that together in a pile for a solid half-hour. Eventually, I went soft and slipped out of him, but we didn’t move from one another. At one point, I told him, “Jake, I would stay in this moment forever, and I hate to say this, but I really have to pee.” He laughed and said, “it’s, Ok, so do I.”

We got up and walked into the bathroom together, he opened the shower door and turned on the water. We read one another’s minds so well. We walked in the shower, peed in there, and then washed each other off under the hot water. Everything felt so right in that moment.

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My Straight Best Friend’s Adult Circumcision Part IV​


In the coming days and weeks, we would continue to enjoy our newfound shared interests in one another and the mutual pleasures we were having. Still, they were limited in their scope and nature. There were things we had not done. He had not sucked my cock, and we had yet to open mouth kiss. I mean really kiss. There had been no real swapping of spit or tongue fucking. These, of course, were things I wanted to do with Jake, but I understood that this was all new to him, and he may very well have some hard lines in the sand.

At the same time, he and I were behaving more and more like a couple. I realized that, and it was becoming more apparent to our mutual friends and family. In fact, I think my parents were pretty cool with it, and they liked Jake a lot. Some of our friends were pretty surprised, but none of them was really any different toward us. They really just began to treat us as a couple. I remember when we got an invitation to a fancy party and it was addressed to us in a way that anyone who saw it would read it as an invitation to a couple.

One weekend Jake and I were going to a concert with “another couple,” two friends of mine who had become his friends, too. We went to dinner first, and sat next to one another, across from our friends. We had been basically sharing dinner, and didn’t even realize it until we got a very hard look from across the table. I don’t think he noticed it, but I did. It was a bit of an uncomfortable moment, but we carried on.

Then, we were seated in the theater for the concert. The music was definitely not a group he was into at all, but I liked them, and he was just there because we were now at the point we were doing everything together (well, almost). When the intermission came, and the lights came on, we all “discovered” that he and I had been holding hands. To this day, I maintain that we were doing it almost as a reflex. When we saw the looks on our friends faces, we looked at one another, and then noticed our own hands. We broke them apart quickly, and gave one another the most quizzical, accusatory look, as if to say, “what were you doing?” We had been sitting there holding hands without realizing it. That moment was a lot more awkward than the one at dinner, but we got beyond that one, too.

As we walked from the concert venue back to the train station, Jake made sure to keep his distance. I guess he was afraid we might end up holding hands while walking. I got it. I understood. Needless to say, the train ride home was filled with tension. Our friends got off several stops ahead of us, leaving us alone for another half hour on the train to our stop. Once we were alone, he remained quiet, and sat across from me, rather than next to me. I knew to let him have his space. I wondered if this was the end of the road for us. I was worried it might be more than just the end of a budding bromance, but perhaps also the end of a long friendship.

We arrived home and walked upstairs to get ready for bed. I was relieved when he still got into “‘our bed.” Once the lights were out, he finally spoke to me. He said, “Mike, tonight was uncomfortable.” I told him that I knew it was, and that I was sorry. I went on, though, “but, Jake, you do realize that everybody thinks we’re a couple, don’t you?” He was quick to answer, “well, they’re wrong.” Without skipping a beat, I snapped back, “Ok, but do they have to be?”

“Do they have to be what…wrong?,” he asked. I answered, “yes, why do they have to be wrong about us?”

“Mike,” he began, “you want to be my boyfriend?” Without hesitation, I answered, “yes.” He was quiet for a few moments.

Then, he opened up. “Mike, a couple of months ago I went to get circumcised so girls would give me head. I never expected one of the side effects to be turning gay. Since I had my surgery, you’re the only person I’ve had sex with, and now everyone thinks we’re a couple. How did all of this happen?”

Wow! I had not really put all of those pieces together. In a few sentences, yet again, he had communicated some very profound sentiments.

I had to break the seriousness of the moment. I said, “Jake, take it easy. You can’t be that gay. You haven’t sucked my dick, and we have never even made out.” He laughed so hard out loud. I was so relieved. I was worried I might never hear him laugh like that again. He said, “so what, I’m not becoming gay enough, fast enough for you?” I just replied, half-jokingly, “I didn’t say that. I just wanted to make sure you knew you still have room to grow, haha!”

He was quick to answer, “well, good. Just so you know, I’m not fully-gay yet.” Then he laughed again. I laughed with him, and quipped, “yet” is the operative word there, Cutie.”

Oh great, “now, I’m Cutie.” I told him a pet name was going to slip out eventually. He chuckled at that.

He had loosened up quite a bit by now, and he remarked, “do you suppose the FDA knows that adult circumcision can result in gayness?!” I burst out in laughter, deep belly laughs, like Santa Claus. We were still Ok, Jake and I. I don’t think either of us knew where this was going, but for that night, we were going to be just fine. After a few more minutes of banter, he declared, “I suppose I better give my boyfriend a proper kiss so we can go to sleep.”

He rolled over to me, and kissed me full on the lips. I opened my mouth, and he slipped me his tongue, at long last! I had wanted that moment for such a very long time. We kissed passionately for several minutes. I remember trying to just inhale him as we kissed. I wanted his very essence. He was a damn good kisser. Jake had very full, plump lips. They — like every other part of him — were perfect. I remember sucking on his tongue, and then he did the same. I took his upper lip, and then he took my lower. We went on like this for many more minutes, and then we just rolled over so we were on our backs. We took one another’s hand and fell asleep that way, holding hands.

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My Straight Best Friend’s Adult Circumcision Part V​


It was getting near the holidays. So, we were doing a lot of social things — Christmas parties, cocktail parties, all of that end-of-year kind of stuff. One night we were at home and the place was really nicely decorated and festive. It was a Friday night and we were just kind of cozied up enjoying the warm house, some egg nog, Christmas music on the TV, our tree, and all of the joy of the season.

Out of nowhere, Jake said, “I know I owe you a lot of blowjobs.” I chuckled, and answered, “I wouldn’t say owe…” He said, “but, I know it’s something I haven’t done yet, and you do it for me all the time. It’s just that I’m nervous about it.”

“What part are you nervous about, Jake?,” I asked. He said, “well, to be honest, I’m not nervous about sucking your cock at all. In fact, I’m looking forward to it. I’m worried about when you cum. I’m afraid of the taste, and if I might gag, or even worse. I’ve never tasted cum, and to me cum smells nasty, and I’ve obviously never fantasized about tasting or swallowing cum.”

I told Jake that I understood. The truth is, I really did. I told him, “listen, I get it. And if it’s something you don’t want to do, you don’t have to do it. You don’t ‘owe’ me anything. Besides, you can try sucking me, and then just not swallow. You can either spit it out, or I don’t even have to cum in your mouth. It’s not a ‘requirement,’ you know?”

Jake said, “I really appreciate all of that. You are really very patient with me. I love you, Mike.”

Wow! He said it first! I wasn’t expecting it. I just asked, “you do?” He answered, “yes, I really do. How could I not? I can’t believe it took surgery to bring us together, and as it turns out, you would have loved sucking me just as much even if I never got snipped. I am the luckiest guy on the planet.”

He nearly moved me to tears. All I could manage to utter, and very shakily, was “I love you, Jake. I guess I always have.”

He looked up at me, and said “well, tonight is the night.” He began to unzip my pants, and I understood he was going to give it a try.

He had me undressed in no time, and he got naked, too. Before I knew it, he had my dick in his mouth. He definitely didn’t mind it. He didn’t grimace or make a face like he was grossed out. He was sucking my dick and enjoying it, and he was pretty good, too, especially since it was truly a first time for him. He only gagged a little bit when my dick hit the back of his throat. Jake looked amazingly hot sucking my cock. He had me really turned on. I had my hands on his head, and my fingers tangled up in his wavy blonde hair that I loved so much. I knew I would not last long in this scenario. I was too worked up. I was careful to not try to throat fuck him, though. I didn’t want to make this any more tough on him than necessary. I wanted Jake to be in control.

At one point when he was going steady up and down at just the right angle, he looked up at me. When his baby blues met my eyes, it put me over the top. I told him, “Jake, I’m going to bust, you should pull off now.” He didn’t. He kept sucking, and sucking. I began to blast one rope of cum after another right in his throat. He was swallowing. He didn’t skip a beat. When he knew I was finished, he pulled off of my dick. He had cum dripping from his chin, and he looked up at me like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. He asked, “so, how’d I do?”

I laughed, and said, “Jake, you even look gorgeous when you have cum dripping off of your chin. You did amazing. What did it taste like?”

He said, “actually, it tasted sweet. I liked it.” That surprised me. He went down to suck out the last few drops, and then licked his lips. Then, he came up, and laid under my arm, his face in my neck, a position we shared often.

So, another Friday, another amazing surprise from my favorite person on the planet. I had really come to love Fridays!

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Christmas came, and he left to go stay with his family, and I went to mine. I called to wish him a Merry Christmas, but he didn’t answer. I sent him a text. He didn’t respond. I understood that he was busy with family, and to just let it go.

The following day, I hit him up again. No response. I knew something was up, because we didn’t ever ignore one another.

New Year’s came and went. Nothing. I returned to my (our) house after the holidays, but Jake never did. I had been ghosted! A couple of weeks went by, and then one morning when I woke up to go to work, there was an email from him from the middle of the night with the subject header “confessions.”

It was a long diatribe about how guilty our relationship made him feel. He said he felt so wrong about it, and that his parents were very disappointed in him, and they told him how wrong it was.

Jake wrote that he “really wasn’t gay,” and that he wanted to get married and have kids one day.

I never saw him again. When we said goodbye before Christmas, we had said goodbye for the last time without our knowing it. Well, at least without my knowing it. I’m pretty sure his Christmas was spent with his parents convincing him to never come back to me, and to “just conform” and “be normal.” That’s how they were.

Even though his email to me would be the last communication I would ever have with him, of course I would still hear news through the grapevine because we did share a life, friends, and so much more for such a long time. Still, how bizarre. It was like he died. And so did I, on the inside.

Jake did go on to get married to a woman and have two kids — a boy and a girl. He’s been at the same job for many years, has gotten several promotions, and has even relocated to follow his career to higher levels in the company. He got what he said he always wanted: a “normal life” with a wife and kids.

Even though I still think of him nearly every day, I can’t possibly know if he ever thinks of me. We have no way of knowing what another person thinks. Still, I would have to imagine that there were times in the beginning when he was having sex with women when images of us would pop into his head, and I often wonder what impact that had, or even continues to have on him. I’ll never know.

I was bitter for a long time. I thought it was cowardly the way he left without saying goodbye in person. He was scared, and I understand that. I do hope he is happy.


The End
 
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