The Circumcised Seaman

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I wrote this account of a real-life event in reply to a posting made on a pro-circumcision website. It was suggested to me you might like to share my response - and the narrative that followed. If you don't "turn on" to circumcised cock, or you disapprove of the procedure, then I suggest you move to the next story! Each to his own. I have no wish to try and convert you to MY ideas and beliefs over the status just as I have no desire to be heckled by those opposed too it. Save the "pro" and "anti" arguments for other locations.

kubwasana98@yahoo.com

The Response

For the cock lovin' man it must be nearly paradise to be restricted for lengthy periods to a naval vessel where the atmosphere is masculine; where those two visits a day to the showers give an unparalleled opportunity for checking out cock meat - albeit with the greatest discretion. Such a wealth of shapes and sizes to see, but particularly exciting to seek out those with the deep-lipped mushroomed glans, the flared bell-end, and even the fat length of penis within a fold of thin foreskin outlining clearly the shape of the deep--sweeping helmet that would be revealed if the foreskin were slid back over its shiny velvet surface, or, better still for me, removed entirely with circumcision to put the proud rounded knob on permanent display to all who cared to see and be thrilled by male genitals. That refers to men both straight bi or gay.

You remind me that I have enjoyed a handful of wonderful times with sailors. Each of them, with only one exception, were well cut "high and tight", boasting beautiful cockheads when fully swollen, whereas the uncircumcised young man compensated by the very size of his tool plus the fact that his foreskin clasped the glans tightly enough to show its size and shape brilliantly clearly, yet sliding back like a well-oiled shutter to show off the massive knob. The deep helmet throbbed richly purple, deep-rimmed, shining where the huge organ reflected the light and awaited my tongue's touch.

The sight of sailors in their "tropical whites" is not to be missed. The material hugs the buttocks like some lover, pulling tautly on the cheeks as if to show them off to full advantage, whilst my eyes scan the frontal aspect for that frequent prominent outline or even just a shadow gives away the secret lie of the cock, often gripping the glans as if to say "Look at my hot circumcised fucker."

Older friends who saw naval service years ago have related many incidents they experienced at sea - particularly at the time when ships remained on the high seas for prolonged periods. There seems to have been a yawning gulf between what regulations prohibited and what actually took place on board. Sperm built up in enormous quantities to fill out the wrinkled ballbags of those healthy testosterone-fuelled young studs. If those sacs weren't to burst their load all over sleeping kit, smearing it in a slippery coating of warm semen those sturdy magnificent centres of male sexuality made demands as they pulsed to attention, the tiny lips of the cockhead giving their stickily wet message - "fucking well do something to me.". Obviously a considerable amount of cock pleasuring went on both individualistic onanism or shared with another full-cocked young sailor all too aware of the