Growing up I soon discovered that I was different to other boys, in the changing rooms at the swimming pool I saw that most other boys had skin on their willies that I did not have. I later found out that many boys got circumcised when they were young including myself, but I couldn’t help being curious about the other boys cocks that had skin on them.
As I got older this curiosity grew, first I wondered what it would be like to have foreskin, then I started to wonder what it would be like to touch a cock with foreskin. I tried to ignore these thoughts, as I knew I was straight, spending much of my time trying to look up girl’s skirts and imagining touching their gusset. Every time I saw an uncut cock though I found myself thinking about feeling the skin. I tried to ignore the thoughts but they just got stronger, I would discreetly look at the other boy’s cocks whenever I could, I had to hide my erection more than once as imagining touching one always turned me on.
One day a boy disclosed that he had a soft porn mag in his bag, he asked “who’s up for a wank after school?” needless to say I was up for it. Home time came and 5 of us headed out to find somewhere quiet we could look at the book, someone suggested the derelict building near by, off we went and we soon all had our cocks out, I was the only one circumcised the other boys toyed with their foreskin as we looked at the fit models in the book, we all looked at each others cocks, watching how we wanked, needless to say I looked at the boys cocks more than at the pictures, not because I preferred them but I had seen loads of soft porn but I had never watched anyone else wanking, especially with foreskin. I was fascinated at how the skin stretched back to expose the knob ends, one of them had quite tight skin and he just pulled it right back and left it in that position, another had quite long and loose skin, he seemed to like stretching it slowly all the way forward then all the way back, I secretly longed to touch it, to feel his skin in my fingers to slide it over the swollen knob end all shiny and red. I looked at the book so as to make sure no one noticed how interested in their cocks I was. Most of the cocks were average size, the one with the longer skin was a bit thicker than the others and he was nearest to me so I got a good look at his penis as he wanked it, leaking lots of pre-cum it lubed his skin up nicely, I so wanted to reach out and take hold of it but of course I dared not, just the thought of touching his cock sent me over the edge, my cock erupted spurting harder than ever before, almost spraying him with cum. This set off a virtual chain reaction as one after the other shot his load. Unfortunately this never got repeated but it gave me some nice memories as I lay in my bed thinking what it would be like to play with foreskin, maybe one day…..
As I grew older no opportunity came my way but my desire to touch an uncut cock did not go away.
I went from wearing panties for wanking in to wearing them almost all the time under my regular clothes, I loved wondering what some men would think if they knew. Sometimes I would walk in the local park wearing panties, suspender belt and stockings under my trousers.
One day dressed like this I needed the loo, I went into the gents but couldn’t dare risk being caught at the urinal I went into a cubicle. It felt so naughty being in there dressed like that; as my pants came down and I began to pee I started to read some of the graffiti ‘hot cock action in here Friday mornings’ read one, ‘dressed in wife’s lingerie for cock’ read another, drawings of men doing sex acts with each other, some in fishnet stockings etc. my dick was hardening in my hand as I looked, phone numbers were left too. I had a lovely wank in there thinking of maybe bumping into a fellow panty wearer in there.
I kept going back there to dream and to wank, reading the graffiti in each of the cubicles, the thought of men coming in here for sex was a big turn on, after a while even the stink in the toilets started to become erotic. Not long after I read an article on ‘cottaging’ the act of loitering in toilets for sex, got me curious about trying to see if I could finally get to touch a nice foreskin. Having read about the unspoken etiquette of how to know if someone is in there for normal reasons or there to meet someone I decided I wanted to give it a go, wearing my best red silky knickers, cami top and stockings I went to the toilets and stood at the urinals, with my cock out looking like I was about to pee I waited, making sure none of my lingerie showed just in case a normal user came in. I waited ages and then a guy came in, he gave me a knowing glance as he took his cock out, I risked a quick look down, he was massaging his penis looking my way. I lost my nerve and couldn’t go through with it, putting my stiffening cock away I rushed out, walking away I could have kicked myself, I had come so close, I so wanted to touch a foreskin covered cock. Never mind I thought, I could try again later.
After a walk round and giving myself a good talking to I decided to try again, this time I would go through with it no matter what, I promised myself, stood at the urinals with my cock out I waited, It wasn’t long before someone came in, a fat old man came up to the urinals next to me, ‘oh no’ I thought to myself, no way am I going to touch an old man’s dick, he looked at me, that knowing look, he looked down at my dick, I couldn’t help looking down to see beyond his big belly pulling on the longest foreskin I ever seen, he was slowly pulling his skin back and forth, it looked so horny, I stared at his cock, I intended running out as I could never imagined doing anything with a man so old, he must have been in his 70s. His penis had me transfixed though; it was not long probably only about 5” but very thick, the shape of his bulbous knob end clearly defined beneath the skin, which extended over half an inch when he pulled it all the forward, his slightly up curved shaft got thicker toward the base, thick veins stood prominent all over his shaft and his foreskin making it look rugged. He was completely shaven, smooth balls and all. I wanted to run out the thought of sex with a fat old man was not appealing at all, his cock however looked so inviting to touch, I really really wanted to feel his lovely looking foreskin. He made my mind up for me by stepping closer and grabbing hold of my by now rock hard cock, he obviously knew why I was there, he’d seen me staring at his penis “go on, touch me, you know you want to” he whispered, My hand moved toward his lovely cock, I touched it, I encircled my fingers gently around it, it felt so hot to touch, the skin was soft, his thick shaft was hard, I slowly started to wank him, he was unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down, as my stockings came into view he said “oh my, a young girlie boy in stockings, delightful” his big strong rough hands were all over me, I felt slightly repulsed but so excited at the same time, all I was after was to feel a nice foreskin cock but here I was being pawed over by a fat old pervert, a bit of me was loving being treated like a girl, I loved the attention he was giving me and I loved the fact that I was turning him on. He knew exactly what he was doing, stroking my penis, cupping my balls in my silky panties caressing my legs in my nylon stockings, his hands went up my top feeling my nipples through the silky cami top, he pinched them hard which was so exciting, I had to admit this felt amazing. I tugged on his lovely cock, slowly pulling his long skin further and further back until the big swollen head was exposed, all purple and shiny, his large gaping pee hole oozing pre cum to lubricate his foreskin. I was really enjoying playing with his cock, his foreskin in my hand was everything I’d imagined it to be, he was so into me, telling me what a lovely girl I make, what gorgeous legs I had, what luscious lips I had. With that comment he pulled me forward towards him and kissed me full on the lips, I tried to push him away but he held tight, his kiss was so passionate like no kiss I ever had before, I relaxed a little and found myself responding, as he held me close I felt our cock-heads touch, I rubbed his foreskin against my cock, it felt so good I almost came, I felt so horny, “I want to get you naked in bed, kiss every inch of your girly body”,. This old man knew what buttons to push. “Go on, suck my dick” he suddenly said, I looked down at his fat cock, I had never even thought about sucking another man’s cock this was what gays did, I wasn’t gay, his dick did look lovely though, I glanced towards the entrance door, “it’s all right, there’s a double door, we can hear if anyone comes in, enough warning to look decent” he reassured me, his hand on my head pushing downwards I found my knees bending in compliance, soon I was kneeling on the wet floor, his penis pointing straight at my face, this was far more than I had bargained for, never had I thought I would want to suck cock but with this lovely fat penis inches from my face I knew I was going to suck it. I grasped his thick shaft firmly in my hand and pulled his skin all the way forward, there was a drip of pre-cum oozing from his long wrinkled foreskin, my tongue came out and licked the drip off, it tasted nice, I looked up at him and he encouraged me to do it, “go on, suck it” I tongued his foreskin, putting it in my mouth, stretching the skin, licking it, sucking it, It felt amazing.
Slowly pulling the skin back until the tip of his knob end showed, his gaping pee hole looking so inviting, I planted a big kiss on it, then I made my tongue pointed and probed the slit of his pee hole, flicking back and for the and round and round, chasing his skin as I slid it right back exposing hid swollen purple head. I looked at his lovely cock, I could smell it too, not freshly washed but not dirty, it just smelled of cock, I opened my mouth wide and swallowed his knob end, it felt lovely filling my mouth, I liked the taste too, I sucked and bobbed my head on his fat dick, “good girl” he said letting out a moan, no one ever called me girl, my dick oozed some pre-cum into my knickers in reaction to hearing him call me this and knowing he was enjoying me sucking him, I looked up and smiled. I could not believe what I was doing, sucking an old man’s cock right by the stinky urinal wearing sexy lingerie being told I’m a good girl OMG. I gobbled his dick harder and faster, I took more and more of his thick cock into my mouth, I almost got the whole lot in, my lips round the base of his thick shaft his fat belly over my head, his large dangly balls getting caressed by my hand, he grasped the back of my head, he shuddered then shot a big spurt of spunk, followed by another, then another, how many I lost count but I loved every one of them, he was moaning, sighing, thrusting. Finally he pulled his cock out releasing my head, my mouth was full of his sperm, it seemed like a huge load, I wasn’t sure what to do, “go on, be a good girl and swallow it down” I gulped his spunk, down, it was thick, it took 2 swallows to get it all down, “who’s a good little cum slut” he said kissing me and tonguing to taste his own cum. He grasped hold of my cock inside my silky panties he rubbed me just a few times before I erupted inside my pants I was that excited, “naughty girl, you need a good spanking for messing up your knickers”, “I’ll have to wear my school uniform for you sir” I joked, “I’d like that, I’d like that a lot, I’d love to spank that lovely girly bum of yours” he added. With that he left, I went into a toilet cubicle and cleaned up, I thought about what had just happened, I felt a bit disgusted, I had achieved my goal of touching a mans foreskin, and more, I had sucked a fat old man off and swallowed his cum, OMG I must be gay, because I loved it, I loved the old man’s fat cock, his foreskin, his kiss, even his fat belly was nice to hold. I loved his spunk and I knew I was going to get more. Imagining dressing up as a schoolgirl for him and being put over his knee for a spanking got me feeling horny again.
As I walked home I thought about my sexuality, I didn’t want to be gay, as I walked I saw some girls sitting on steps having their lunch, the glimpse of a pair of pink knickers had my cock stirring, I new I was not gay, I must be bi then, that’s ok.


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In no particular order these are some of the things I like.
Having my legs stroked in nylons, big rough hands on me, short skirts and dresses, sexy comments, being looked at, being admired, stories, old men, large men, fat cocks, foreskin, the taste of spunk, sucking cock, dressing to please, fantasy chat, posing for photos,