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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