Uncut Club: An Exclusive Social Gathering
During my sophomore year, it was time to move to a new dorm room. The earlier one was aged and did not have any air conditioning. My roommate Dashall and I were constantly sweaty, even in the colder months, because everyone else had their radiators turned on. Dashall is a tall, muscular, blond guy with a surfy kind of physique, but without the tan. He's hairless like me, so sun might cause us to burn like witches from Salem if we don't use a high SPF. We both liked each other's company, and decided to share a room again this year. The new place had two bedrooms with a shared bathroom. Each bedroom had two beds, making a total of four kids living together. The best part was that we would not have to walk down the hallway to access the bathroom, and there would be air conditioning.
At our previous dorm, the harsh Georgia winters weren't so bad, but the place was so antiquated there wasn't any means to regulate heat or cold. Roommate Dashall and I got really close, and had to accept our lack of privacy. Our room was tiny, with two closets and desks next to each other. The beds weren't bunk, but stacked, making an L-shape. My bed, situated lower, always had his head above my feet. We agreed to make the dorm a naked space, feeling comfortable in our bodies and not ashamed. We had seen each other's private parts multiple times so masturbating around each other was not a problem. We never saw each other finish the deed, but every noise had its own rhythm. I liked knowing that our roommate was also part of the group of guys who were not subjected to circumcision as children. Learning of our shared foreskins and large cocks built a special bond between us. We taught one another new ways of pleasuring ourselves; I loved to blow air into my foreskin with a straw like a balloon, and he preferred to keep his foreskin closed over random objects like marbles, laughingly asking his girlfriend to eat them afterwards. He shared that a big ice cube rubbed under the foreskin was amusing due to the cold sensation. Hence, we found relief from the hot Georgian summer by doing this as well.
One day, we started discussing the merits of shaving our private areas to avoid swamp ass. He expressed his nervousness about shaving, and suggested I bring out the clippers which led to me saying, "Well, if I'm already here, I might as well do every bit of maintenance."
Dashall was worried I might accidentally cut him and asked if he could prepare himself with shaving cream. I jokingly replied, "I might as well be a complete gardener, so let me just do the entire landscaping for you."
He chuckled as I applied shaving cream on him and slowly, carefully began to shave his balls. I had to keep pushing his six and a half inches of uncircumcised cock back onto his stomach to be able to finish the task.
Things were trickier while reaching his taint, as he was scared of being hurt. "Oh damn, if you keep guarding it like Fort Knox, I'm bound to mutilate you!" I joked as he closed his legs. "Just relax, and try to imagine a masseuse is at work on you," I urged. He chuckled nervously.
When it was time to trim the base of my penis, I needed to lift his foreskin as high as possible. This required grasping his penis and stretching it straight upward. This turned out to be an unexpected experience.
Despite not showing any negative reactions or even flinching when I pulled up his skin, he did let out a "boop" when I put his foreskin back.
He questioned, "Did you just boop and stretch out my foreskin?"
I jokingly responded, "Absolutely not! I wouldn't feather your beak."
He relaxed as I finished his shaving. Now, it was time for my turn. He retired to his bed while I assumed a similar position on the same towel. Using his soapy hands, he smoothed it across my body, focusing on my manhood. Measuring in at 6.5 and having a wider build, but also uncircumcised like him, we were quite alike.
He mused, "This is a bit perverted, it feels as if I'm playing barber to you." He laughed, "Reminds me of when The Godfather was getting his shave, and all I could think was will he get his throat slit?"
I quipped back, "You're kidding me, right? Why bring this up with a razor near my crotch?"
He chuckled and stated, "Relax, An Offer You Can't Refuse. We're not going to go to war over a haircut."
I resumed my position and rested, allowing my cock to rest atop my stomach. His second application of shaving cream inadvertently produced a ticklish sensation in my scrotum, causing me to instinctively curl over my testicles, resulting in some of the foam landing on his face. However, we soon realized that it was a mix of precum and shaving cream. We couldn't help but laugh. Once he was finished, we both admired each other's newly shaven areas, feeling the cool air brush against our skin.
He expressed, "This is really pleasant. How often do we do this?"
I contemplated the frequency of our grooming sessions, "I suppose whenever we start to feel itchy."
Our shaving partnership continued throughout the year. There were instances of erections as we engaged in this unconventional cohabitation. However, we confined our activities to stroking or jacking each other off during these sessions. We didn't see anything strange about these moments, at least not with each other.
The summer break arrived, leaving me without my grooming partner. Despite occasional encounters with ex-girlfriends, to whom I introduced an unfamiliar sight- a man who had been shaved, and they were highly appreciative of my reflected ken doll treatment. As frequent lovers before college, they returned the favor by shaving their nether regions. While I favored a bald pussy, a neatly trimmed one also had its charms.
August approached, marking the start of a new academic year, and we relocated to our new dorm together. Dashell decided not to bring his car to save money on parking. As we were always together, I offered to drive. We adored our beautiful, air-conditioned, move-in ready space, which provided unparalleled comfort. Anxious about our upcoming flatmates, we considered that they might not be as easy-going as us. What if they were prudish? What if they were offended by our exhibitionism? What if they were nerdy and we wouldn't socialize with them? What if they were football jocks, intimidating us? Our minds were ablaze with questions.
Upon arrival at the dorm, Dashall inquired, "Do you think they'll be as carefree as we are? Don't want a crappy year due to annoying roommates."
I reassured, "At least we have each other, and if necessary, we can isolate ourselves from them."
Dashall consented, "I guess that's true. But, 4 guys sharing this situation? That might be peculiar. Especially if they're not okay with the masturbation practice."
I replied, "Don't stress! While all men are hornballs, I suspect they, too, rub one out as much as we do. Even if they're an oddball, we can seclude ourselves and continue our routine with our own company."
We transported all our belongings and settled into our new, apartment-style dorm. This place seemed a lot more spacious and homey compared to our prison cell-like one in our first year. It even had carpeting and was about three feet wider on all sides. We had separate beds, unlike the cramped setup from before. Excited to start our new journey, we knocked on our neighbors' door to say hello. At the second knock, the door swung open before I could get to the third. I was about to congratulate myself for my fast reflexes, but there stood Santino, wearing only Speedo-like underwear.
With a wide grin, he asked, "Are you the new neighbors?"
His appearance screamed Mediterranean roots - olive skin, dark hair, and European briefs. He introduced himself and his roommate Kyle, who peeked out from behind a dresser while putting on his clothes. They were both wearing underwear, but Kyle's were more akin to jock straps. I was surprised at how little clothing these guys wore, just like our own practice. However, we would have at least thrown on a robe or gym shorts before receiving a guest. Kyle stepped out and greeted us with a firm handshake. He was about the same height as Santino. He had a head full of strawberry blonde hair and a chiseled, swimmer's body.
"Welcome to the casa, bros," he said in a goofy/fratboy tone.
His greeting wasn't very welcoming, but I tried to be friendly. I'm not the epitome of physique - 5'10", skinny, with a visibly expanding waistline. I blushed and thought how unimpressive I must seem to him. He, on the other hand, was in great shape.
They offered us a celebratory drink to celebrate our new home. We were looking forward to witnessing what they had smuggled in, as our pretend IDs and college parties had supplied us with plenty of alcohol thus far. We sat in a circle on their beds and desks, taking a shot of the whiskey they poured for us.
Santino raised his glass and pronounced, "Let's toast to our new home."
I choked on the large pour and coughed. Kyle laughed and admitted, "It's not actually Jack Daniels. I brought some moonshine from home for the color, and I spiked it to make it even stronger."
I started to hyperventilate as I tried to process the fact that our liquor was not even close to the same strength of our deceitful dad's Jim Beam. We were all getting drunk rather quickly, and the conversations veered towards our sexual experiences and academic achievements.
Santino shared a memory, "Kyle and I lived together last year in this very same dorm, and our roommates graduated."
Kyle laughed, "We're going to miss our seniors. Hopefully, you two will be as awesome as them."
I hoped he didn't think we were lame, but I didn't seem to be as appealing a person to him as when I thought about his plans for orgies.
Santino dropped a hint, "How do you feel about attending parties?"
Dashall and I looked at each other, answering in unison, "Yes."
Santino's eyes widened and inquired, "Are you two comfortable with nudity, penises, vaginas, and lots of fun involving them?"
Dashall and I nodded enthusiastically - we were promiscuous and would participate in an orgy without hesitation if Santino brought gorgeous women to our room. He asked if we would parties that night. Our minds went wild, imagining balloons showering down from the ceiling and naked women coming in from every door. We would dance and sweat, immersing ourselves in a tornado of tongues, hands, and bodies, consuming each other.
He shattered my fantasy with a quick, "Alright?"
I responded, "Absolutely!" I didn't dare look at Dashall, whose imagination was as vivid as my own. [1]
Santino took off his shorts in a swift movement, displaying his lightly-tanned, muscular body. His black hair covered the area below his belly button. His flaccid penis was about three inches long, and the foreskin hung an extra inch over it. The tip had a small hole. His penis grew stiffer and emerged from the foreskin, reaching about seven inches. It was a darker shade than the rest of his skin, and the mushroom-like head was concealed beneath the foreskin.
"Let's begin," he said.
I was unsure of what to say, so I got up, removed my shorts and shirt like him. Dashall awakened from his sleep and did the same. As we stood there, revealing our intact penises, Kyle and Santino expressed their surprise.
"Wow, a Uncut Club! We're going to have so much fun with this and get the best guests," Santino remarked.
He slowly pulled back the foreskin covering his mushroom head, revealing more of it with each passing second. His skin was tight and struggled to cover the mushroom. Drops of precum flew through the air, and some dropped onto my hand as he finished retracting his foreskin. The five of us then started to become erect. This wasn't solely because of our new roommates' condition, but also because of the masculine scent that filled the room, which reminded us of post-bike rides and showers.
Kyle prompted Dashall, "Would you like me to help you retract yours completely?"
Santino didn't offer the same courtesy. He grabbed mine and swiftly pulled the foreskin back. However, it wasn't fully revealed. Instead, he only pulled it far enough to show the tip, then massaged my penis with his finger and collected some precum on it. He brought it to his mouth, licking it off. After that, he pulled my foreskin back rather quickly, but I wasn't accustomed to doing it so quickly and as a result, it felt like someone pulling the covers off your body while you're still asleep. The cooler air and the AC on my wet head, along with Santino's forceful touch nearly caused me to climax.
We took a moment to step away from each other and regain our composure.
"What's the plan here?" I inquired.
Kyle responded: "There isn't a plan, we're just excited about inviting other uncut guys to join us. We want to set a baseline for our daily encounters."
Santino continued, "Why jack off alone when we can have an orgy every night? Who else will understand your foreskin as well as you understand theirs? It's a way to have the best orgy for everyone involved."
These thoughts swirled in my mind for about ten seconds before Dashall approached me and held my penis. I grabbed his equally hard one in return. We faced Kyle and Santino, unsure of the direction this would take.
"Is this exclusive to these activities?" I asked.
Kyle responded: "We'll never force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. If you change your mind, you can always go home."
The rest of us repositioned our foreskins on our penises to become erect again, but we knew that we needed to reach climax soon to avoid blue balls.
I initiated a conversation, asking "What are your plans for these parties? Should we hold one now?"
Dashall beamed at me with ecstatic anticipation, delighted I was getting on board with what was about to transpire.
Santino had instructed us to lie down on his bed, legs planted on the floor. We followed suit, spread-eagled, and as we lounged back, Kyle and Santino got a grip on our balls and dicks. They were fully standing, and I could see their cocks bobbing in front of our faces. Still covered and dripping. Santino seated himself between my knees, and ever so carefully began to envelop my dick in his maw. It was still coated and glistening. Intricately, he traced my dick head with his tongue, undulating his tongue under my skin. I turned my gaze to see Dashall receiving the exact same treatment from Kyle. We were gripping each other's cocks, tugging on the skin.
Murmurs of pleasure abounded and the dampness from our cocks was the only sound we heard. No lube was necessary for our virgin shafts and our gleaming dicks. The gradual exploration we inflicted on one another only served to exude more of our precum. Never before had I expelled this much fluid. I could feel his tongue heightening my sensitivity around my frenulum, with each left and right flick my body shuddered. My thighs tightened, and I nearly experienced a charlie horse in my lower leg when he withdrew and gripped the base of my foreskin with his teeth. He wagged his head back and forth, mimicking a dog tugging on a bone. A fountain was forming - I was gushing. My skin and penis were at his discretion, each release coupled with him pressing harder on my thighs to restrain me. It's gaze traveled up, witnessing him blow.
Dashall was sprawled next to me, and I noted his dick dipping in and out of Kyle's mouth with a submerging sensation. Kyle's hand remained imprisoned on his dick head, compressing it into a balloon. Dashall was flopping around like a fish worthy of being an aquatic representative, and his dick popped out of Kyle's mouth launching it towards the ceiling. This sight was duplicated by Kyle - standing, thrusting his hand into it. Santino stayed the course - still holding Kyle's dick head and letting him hump his fist. I saw the head of Kyle's cock pop out of Santino's grip, Rod Sterling-esque, before a panel shot of a blob of cum shot straight at my face. My mouth opened unconsciously, catching all but a smidge. It's mystery eluded me for the moment. We exchanged a glance of perplexity. Did we just found something new? Was this the start of a kinky club? What was this, and how would it affect our school work?
After regaining composure, Santino and Kyle exited the room. With our clothes in hand, Dashall and I approached the shared bathroom and, with no regard for modesty, decided to convene. We cleaned ourselves up and inadvertently began to wash each other for efficiency. Thoroughly worn out, I started to stiffen. Dazed, Dashall and I interlocked our hands and brought each other's genitals in our palms. We beheld each other, knowing we sought the same thing - intimacy with our uncut auras and the incredible, new liberation it afforded. Softly, with soap, we guested each other's cocks, staring intently bolstered by our shared experience. We handled each other's tightening cocks, our eager expressions aligned with our touching. As we were about to leave the shower, Santino and Kyle entered, so we evacuated the premises, wrapping ourselves in fluffy white cotton towels.
A profound "Thank you" echoed through the room. Then a primal cry wafted in.
Peeking through the steam, I saw Santino facing the shower, with Kyle standing behind him. Santino was bent forward while Kyle tipped his head back as the door closed. I wasn't certain of what I'd just witnessed, but I was pretty sure I just saw Kyle enter Santino.
Gazing at Dashall, I said, "Let's hit the sack and prepare for what those two have planned for us tomorrow."
We retired for the night, completely spent. We had no idea what had just transpired or how to feel about it. Those two sure had us in the palms of their hands... or rather their foreskins. We lay in our beds, attempting to doze off, yet stared at the ceiling, naked, and feeling the AC's cooled air brushing over us. We were both still sexually aroused. I glanced over at Dashall and noticed his penis was semi-hard, sticking up from its base and the tip brushing against his balls. There was an opening underneath his penis, leading to his other thigh. I observed as he dozed off and his erection became firmer. He was now snoring, and his erection grew even longer, fully upright. It remained covered by his gorgeous skin and twitching with each deep inhale and exhale. I rolled over for modesty, but realized my penis was just as stiff and dripping. I considered taking care of it, but decided to wait until the following day. I didn't want to strain it. Though we were uncircumcised and possessed plenty of natural lubrication, we couldn't indulge inboundless sexual activities without feeling discomfort. Just like a delicate toy, it could only be used so frequently.
We awoke to my alarm, the sun having already risen, and we both stared at each other, noticing the morning wood we had developed.
I turned to Dashall and greeted, "Good day. Fancy some breakfast and getting dressed?"
As he consented, we heard a knock on our adjoining bathroom door. It was Santino, nude, and flaunting a rock-hard erection concealed by his foreskin. This time, his head didn't appear as engorged under the skin, and it seemed like a more relaxed erection than the previous evening.
"Would you all like to grab some breakfast together and bring it to our room?" he inquired.
Since our first class was in two hours, we had a suitable amount of time to eat and relax. Kyle entered next, wearing a robe, untied, and flaunting an engorged member poking out of the unfastened dressing. The robe was just a decoration, possibly only intended to keep his shoulders warm, as I pondered.
The atmosphere was turning more and more cock-friendly. I knew that Dashall and I were okay with the clothing-optional agreement we'd made, but these two took it a step further and invited their penises along. It was amusing to witness their casual disregard for modesty towards two guys they'd only met yesterday.
We donned our pajamas and proceeded to the cafeteria. We weren't supposed to bring food to our rooms, as the signage at the exit stated. We opted to dine there and savored our meals. We all kept casting glances at one another and chatting about what might occur later today or tomorrow.
Kyle remarked, "We can always have a foursome foreskin frolic whenever we wish, but we'll think about arranging a larger group and inviting some acquaintances throughout the week."
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