We Want Your Cock (Story)

            So, (Jackin’) Life With Father led to the Cut v Uncut discussion, which led to another Anon-posted comment about Foreskin Restoration.

It can be quite successful, but it’s a long, drawn-out process. Don’t expect overnight success. It take perseverance and patience. In other words, this is something for the cut guy who really believes he’s missing something essential in his life.

Now, I know I have some of the greatest, most caring and open readers in the blogosphere so…

I would like to have a true-life accounting of this process. If you’ve done this – or are in the middle of doing it – and would be willing to share the experience with your fellow readers, email me your story.

What process are you using (there are a lot of websites out there making claims – and it wouldn’t be the Internet if some of them weren’t bogus)?

What made you begin the process – what convinced you this was for you?

Did you feel (emotionally) you were missing something, or was it because you find a foreskin more aesthetically pleasing? Or did a partner (male or female) ask you to do this? Or do you have intact male siblings and wished to look more like them, or your intact father?

How has the process proceeded – has it taken longer than expected, or has it been faster than expected?

Is there any pain involved?

What was/is your goal – full coverage restoration or partial cockhead coverage?

How do you feel about your self-image now that it’s done or now that it’s progressing?

Do you experience more sensitivity in the head of your cock?

How has it changed in appearance in skin tone, smoothness?

Has the skin become more naturally moist?

As always, if you wish to stay Anonymous, I value your privacy and I will not reveal your name or email address. If you have pictures detailing the (monthly/weekly) progress and can send those along, it would an added bonus.

Cut v Uncut

Well, an anonymous comment left on Friday’s post asked about Cut v Uncut… He suggested it might be a generational thing.

Yes, it is that – to a certain extent. Young guys becoming fathers now are more apt to leave their male children intact, while their own fathers most likely opted for cutting for two – well, three – reasons.

It wasn’t until the 50’s that circumcision became a wide-spread and accepted practice for the majority of the males in this country. Example in point: My dad is intact (of course), my brother who is 3 years older than I is intact, yet I got cut shortly after birth. At that time, the medical community had come to the decision that cut was better for long-term health concerns. And I’m sure you hear this bandied about a lot as this debate rages anew; and is sure to hit higher decibels the closer we get to the vote in San Francisco this November. [If you were not already aware, there is a ballot initiative to ban all circumcision within the city. To increase the chances of its passing, they’ve allowed an exception for religious beliefs.] Medical science still believes there is an increased risk for STD’s as well as a host of other issues (HIV in particular), such as bladder, testicular, and prostate infections, and penile cancer.

The other reason it got done more during subsequent generations is because men didn’t want their sons growing up wondering why their dick looked different from Dad’s. That’s an issue I definitely had growing up – though I saw my father’s [soft] cock briefly only once. I even had the temerity to ask why mine looked different. Just like everything else having to do with the male anatomy, it was brushed off with “You’ll know when you get older.” Yet the answer never did come from my parents – I had to learn that on my own, too.

Obviously, the third reason is religious in nature. Jews and Muslims both believe in circumcision and it is routinely performed on male their children.

The difference in enjoyment of sexual stimulation is minimal – or need only be minimal. Yes, us cut guys don’t have a foreskin to play with and we can’t get into docking with other guys, but the erroneous statements about this run rampant. Contrary to popular belief, the foreskin is not the most sensitive part of your cock; that particular claim belongs to the glans and the fremulum, where the nerve endings are closer to the surface than any other spot on your body. And keeping that skin soft and supple is key to ultimate enjoyment.

Are you cut and feel your cockhead has lost sensitivity? You may not be imagining it. Like any other skin, it can become calloused by constantly rubbing against clothing. The solution: Every day, right after you shower, leave your cock slightly damp and work in 5 or 6 drops of pure Vitamin E oil to the glans, frenulum, and as far down the shaft as the ring of foreskin that’s still left (sometimes called the circ scar). The callous will slough off within a few weeks and your cockhead will regain sensitivity. How do I know this? I learned this from my doctor when I asked about a dry spot on the shaft and complained about a lack of feeling in the head of my cock.

Cut or not, your cock is capable of giving you hours of pleasure. Enjoy it!

(Jackin') Life With Dad

I know I’ll probably take some heat for this one, but… I realized the posts of two days last week were a natural lead-in for a subject I’ve touched on. There are multiple sides to this situation:

Guys (like me) who wish their dads had introduced them, or taught them how to jack off; men who would have preferred not to stumble across it and struggle with whether it’s ‘normal.’

Guys whose dads talked to them about beating their meat – some with positive connotations, some negative – and wish they hadn’t.

Guys who saw dad jacking off, didn’t say anything and now wish they had.

Guys who’ve been ‘caught’ by their sons while charming the one-eyed snake and freaked out about it – or didn’t.

Guys who’ve ‘caught’ their sons flogging the log, reacted badly and now wish they hadn’t.

Men who say their fathers not only told them, but showed them.

And those men who’ve actually pounded the pud openly with their fathers/sons and, sometimes, lent each other a hand while doing so.

I know it’s a touchy subject and I realize it could fall into the realm of incest and/or sexual abuse – both taboo in most societies. There’s a huge discussion on this in the Just Us Boys forums that’s been ongoing since before I joined the site (it’s free, BTW). The posts in this subject run the gamut of the list above and I found it to be very interesting.

As I indicated above, I sure wish my dad had been more forthcoming about that little hunk of wonderment. Thank God I had an older brother to teach me what to do, even though everything he knew he learned from the street. And some of the info was way off base (which can be hazardous to one’s health). But brothers are good for something; lots of them jack off together and that’s a good thing.

I still think it’s not just important for fathers to instruct their sons on how to put a proper grip on the snake, I feel it’s their duty; a responsibility. It becomes an opportunity to teach them how to treat it with respect, how to take care of it, what to do with it, and how to wring every possible ounce of pleasure from it.

When I was a kid in Boy Scouts, our leader owned a huge camp ground in eastern PA. There were two instances this guy caught me with my proud prick in my hand. Once in the outhouse, slumped down on the bench, pounding away and all he did was say “Oops, sorry,” while I squeaked out, “I’ll be done in a minute,” (and yeah, I was just about to blast my cum all over the floor when he yanked the door open). The second time a bunkmate and I were comparing boners and had just started a little bit of a jack fest. Again the leader didn’t say anything except, “get dressed and come out to the main campsite.” Even he had an opportunity he didn’t seize – though word around the troop was he and the older guys who bunked in the main cabin with him got into many a group jack off together at night.

Guys when given the chance to teach their sons should take it willingly and seriously. Explain it at the very least; demonstrate at the most. There are some excellent solo DVD’s a guy could pop in for his kid to watch (Body Image Productions and Legend Men may arguably be the best of the bunch). A word of warning though: If there is any thought of initiating a reaching out to lend your son a hand, don’t. If your kid reaches over to grab a handful of yours, well…It’s not unheard of, but proceed with all due caution and tread lightly.

Cock Obsessed

Other blogs give me ideas for posts; not necessarily the actual post, sometimes it’s comments left by readers. One recent comment on our buddy Scott’s SJT2 caught my attention and I just had to leave a response. Scott’s post was about how he and a bunch of his friends had a discussion in the bar about another dude’s dick. While I can’t remember the exact comment that struck me, it was something along the lines of… Oh, fuck it, here’s the direct lift: “Love it -- shows how even "str8" guys are occupied with dick and talk about it. …”

Well, of course straight guys are occupied with dick and discuss it! All men are occupied with cock – really we are. Sexual orientation has never entered the equation when it comes to obsessing about cocks – our own or the next guy’s. And the reason is quite simple: We’re men, we all have one.

We obsess over our own poles because we’re rather fond of them. The amount of pleasure we derive, no matter how we get it, is what keeps us thinking about our manly tools. We obsess over the others in existence for a variety of reasons, but the main one seems to be in an effort to compare size. ‘Cause we’re obsessed with that, too. 90% of the male population would love to get another inch or two added to what hangs – or stands – between their legs. And why not? More just means added pleasure, right? Well, sort of.

We compare to see how we measure up – it’s an ancient ritual. We want to know if our ability to plant seed further into the vaginal canal exceeds that of the next guy. Pretty simple.

Our minds are on our dicks more times a day than any other thing in our lives. When we have to fish it out to piss, shake off the last drop, and stuff it back into our pants afterward;

 when we get the spontaneous BOE (read the post);

when they’re twitchin’ and itchin’ for attention;

when we wash it taking a shower, skinning back that foreskin if we have one;

when we wake up with that morning boner;

when/if we shave the hair off the shaft; when it needs to be adjusted in our shorts to a comfortable position. And, of course, when we jack off.

Obsession with cock is pretty normal, so we might as well admit it and talk about them. Maybe it’ll loosen more men up to admit to flogging the log. Maybe that would get them to acknowledge mutual whack-off is okay. Or, better still, maybe it would get more men to begin a dialogue with their sons about jacking off, the health benefits of getting those nuts off on a regular basis, and learning how to get more enjoyment out of that hunk of meat hanging between their legs.

Young and Cocky

I had to chuckle… A guy in his mid-twenties writes in to another blogger stating, as far as he’s concerned, being in your 40’s is OLD and out-of-touch. His rant went on to explain that, just because he and his friends suck each other’s cocks they “are not teetering on the verge of homosexuality;” rather they are FWB’s (Friends With Benefits, or as we used to call them in the “old days” Fuck Buddies) and all of us old assholes should google that and learn something.

I’ll give him the “homo” rant – because I totally agree that just because a couple of guys get together once in a while and jack off or suck dick does not automatically put you into the realm of gay. Human sexuality is much more complicated than that and, in spite of his youthful enthusiasm, he’s at least learned that.

No, it’s the “old” part I had to laugh about. You certainly can’t get angry because, in my youth, thoughts like that ran through my head – as it did for all of my buddies. In fact, we all thought we’d better use our cocks as much as possible - wherever and whenever we could, because we knew they wouldn’t be working any longer when we hit our 40’s.

We’re here as living proof that getting older does not mean a dead dick. In fact, it means we’ve learned to get much more enjoyment out of them than when we were young and horny walking around with perpetual hard-on’s. And not every old guy needs Viagra (or an equivalent) to get his cock to stand at attention. But, of course, you won’t convince the youngsters of today any more than our elders convinced us.

I can’t remember the name of the classic song, but the lyrics go like this: “…youth is wasted on the young…” Instead of hitting an ages-old classic rant, this kid should try matching his cocksmanship with the sword-fighting ability of a more mature guy. I can pretty much guarantee he’d find his pud-pulling, sucking prowess lacking in comparison.

Too Tired for Sex J/O?

Well, yeah. Sorry, ladies, but it does happen: Sometimes guys are too tired for sex, but it doesn’t mean we aren’t horny. I know ladies lament about this, but I never thought I would hear a guy complain about it, that I would have to explain this to a man.

We were sitting out by the pool – under bar rules, of course – talking. One of our gay friends complained he and his partner weren’t having enough sex. The partner pipes up and says, “I’m sorry! But when I get home from work, I’m tired. All I want to do is go to bed and sleep.” Now forgive a bit of sidetrack here; it’s important to know they’ve been together for 10 years and the partner has risen the corporate ladder and now puts in some pretty long hours. To which the guy responds, “Yeah, but then I go to crawl into bed later and there he is, sound asleep, his hand still wrapped around his dick and cum all over his belly. He was too tired to have sex, but he could jack off?”

Yep. Absolutely. Because too tired for sex really means too tired to reciprocate. It’s exactly this kind of time when all you want to do is drop your clothes on the floor, fall onto the bed, and sleep the sleep of a new-born babe. And getting that nut release helps the body move into a relaxed mode more quickly and sleep comes a lot faster as well, as this guy found out.

This is one of those ‘guy things.’ And for the life of me I can’t figure out why a man didn’t know or understand this! He whined, “Well, I would’ve been happy to do it for him; to get him off.” No. See, it doesn’t work that way. Not at all. I’m not even sure I can explain it sufficiently myself. Maybe it’s because we know we’ve reached the “too tired” stage; that point where you’re so tired it’ll actually be difficult to fall asleep. If I’m aware of this, it’s exactly what I do the moment I hit the bed. I grab my cock and rouse it as best I can – which isn’t always rock hard when I’m this tired – and stroke away. Using the “OK” sign, I’ll place as much stimulation as possible to the coronal ridge of my cockhead so I can cum as quickly as possible. Once I blast that load, my body relaxes, my cock wilts immediately, and I fall asleep right away.

Hmm. I won’t call it a ‘Eureka’ moment, but perhaps that’s the answer to why we prefer to jack off when we say we’re too tired to have sex: we know it won’t be fun – for us, or for a partner – to play with a half-hard cock. In fact, it’s damn frustrating to have someone play with your cock and not have it respond. It kind of hangs there in that half-enthused, semi-hard-on state. You thrust your hips, you tell your partner to stroke this way, touch it here or there, do this or that, and the damn thing just never reaches for the ceiling; the sensitivity never peaks the pole. On the other hand (no pun intended), if you flog your semi log it may not be fun, but the goal isn’t fun – it’s getting your nuts off to help you fall asleep faster.