I'm cut but the doctor left a lot of foreskin on. I've always been able to see most of the glans but I don't remember when I first saw all of it, pretty young is my guess which means late 1960's.
I remember always being able to retract my foreskin. I remember seeing the tiny darker pink helmet pop out from the foreskin. It was tighter then but I could do it. My mother made sure I cleaned under it and showed me how to do that by pulling the foreskin back and washing it. She would check on me to make sure I had.
Can not really rememberer the first time i push back my foreskin, i could of always go back, but i rememberer the first time when i saw my foreskin started to separate from my dick head, i was about 11.
Unfortunately, I can't remember the first time I pulled my foreskin back, but I remember doing it with a friend when I was four or five years old. My foreskin went back easily, and didn't hurt at all, so I must have been used to doing it regularly by then. I quite enjoyed pulling it back, too, and would happily let anyone see me do it whenever I had the opportunity.
I just wish I could remember more about it myself. The mind can be terribly frustrating at times! I can remember with perfect clarity the closet we used to tuck ourselves away in, and the exact shape and size of the green flashlight that we used in there (and which I was very proud of). However, the exact shape and size of his thingy now eludes me. It wasn't green, that's all I know.
I believe the reason why the episode has stuck in my memory at all, is the fact that as we were playing with our action superhero figures ("dolls", albeit accurate, just sounds wrong), mine happened to fall from a drawer. I exclaimed, "Oh! He hurt his pecker!" And my friend, with a great deal of exasperation, replied, "Can't you think of something else for a change?"
This, apparently, was such a shocking notion to my young mind that I still remember it to this day. Why on earth would I want to think of something else, when peckers were so much fun?
Anyway, as far as I remember, and as the exchange implies, we had been playing with our peckers together on many occasions, both in the closet and outdoors. I am still waiting for my memory to give me back the details of what happened, though.
When i was eleven an old guy who was drunk asked me at the bus stop to go to the public toilets with him for a wank intrigued i followed him.
He stood at the urinal with his semi hard cock in his hand and pulled his foreskin back and forth i stared at this sight then he gave out a low moan and white liquid started to drip from his cock i ran off and on getting home went to my room and tried to copy what the old guy had done pulling my foreskin was uncomfortable but i continued after a minute a very pleasant warm feeling came over me but no white liquid that would cum two years later.
By #11425 at 13,Nov,11 19:03
In the first year of elementary school, in a medical examination, doctor pulling back my forskine.
For as long as I can recall my skin was easily retractable, and I started playing with it from my earliest memories!!! It has remained my favorite toy!
I just wish I could remember more about it myself. The mind can be terribly frustrating at times! I can remember with perfect clarity the closet we used to tuck ourselves away in, and the exact shape and size of the green flashlight that we used in there (and which I was very proud of). However, the exact shape and size of his thingy now eludes me. It wasn't green, that's all I know.
I believe the reason why the episode has stuck in my memory at all, is the fact that as we were playing with our action superhero figures ("dolls", albeit accurate, just sounds wrong), mine happened to fall from a drawer. I exclaimed, "Oh! He hurt his pecker!" And my friend, with a great deal of exasperation, replied, "Can't you think of something else for a change?"
This, apparently, was such a shocking notion to my young mind that I still remember it to this day. Why on earth would I want to think of something else, when peckers were so much fun?
Anyway, as far as I remember, and as the exchange implies, we had been playing with our peckers together on many occasions, both in the closet and outdoors. I am still waiting for my memory to give me back the details of what happened, though.
Needless to say I found his equipment fascinating and spent each night in the bath soaping up the tip of my skin.
After a while I managed to get the whole head exposed but it was still painful so I kept persevering until it was fully flexible.
He stood at the urinal with his semi hard cock in his hand and pulled his foreskin back and forth i stared at this sight then he gave out a low moan and white liquid started to drip from his cock i ran off and on getting home went to my room and tried to copy what the old guy had done pulling my foreskin was uncomfortable but i continued after a minute a very pleasant warm feeling came over me but no white liquid that would cum two years later.