The Brutal Hand Job

When we were skiing a couple of years ago, my wife did a double take as we walked through the group cafeteria in the lodge and looked after someone who was walking past us.

My daughter caught the movement and asked what was up. My wife kept starring after a man and his family who were headed toward the door, and said nothing.

When we sat and were about to eat, my wife got up to retrieve some ketchup packets, and I asked my daughter what had delayed them. She simply said that my wife had thought that she had recognized the voice of that man as someone that she had once dated.

"Who?" I asked eagerly, and was told, "It might have been Dan."

Immediately I flashed on the few times that my wife had told me about dating Dan, before she had met me. I didn't recall all of it clearly, but I do remember some of it vividly, because of when she told me and what we were doing at the time. I craned my neck around to see him, but he was gone, and there was no way for me to know which one he had been.

Dan and the woman who had become my wife were both students at a state university in the late 1970s, and the sexual revolution was in full swing. They had dated a while, and it had developed into something sexual... petting and some pleasuring him to climax. But I didn't know how often, or where or how long.... It was none of my business, I knew better than to pry, having read a lot of advice columns by then.

But once, after practicing on giving me a hand jobwith Vaseline while in bed, my wife had alluded to the fact that she was so glad that I was circumcised. I asked why and she related that she had once circumcised a guy by accident.

I had to hear the whole story then, and she told me bits and pieces of it. Most likely, she was embarrassed as being not as sexual experienced, but was learning what pleased a man, and how to avoid the risk of pregnancy, etc. She wasn't very experienced yet, though confident with me.

It seems that Dan was not circumcised, but that he really enjoyed her manipulating his ****. She had gotten into it, and was stimulating his glans by giving him what can best be described as "Indian rope burns."

(For those who don't know, this is when two hands are side by side, gripping something round, like a shaft, an arm or a penis, and the hand turn in opposite directions. The resulting torsion on the skin burns, and it can produce a welt. It was a kid's torture move in the mid-60s, as I recall.)

But she was pleasuring him by giving him friction burns either on his foreskin or under it, sliding the skin around on the head or glans. He was enjoying it, and getting off on it, and didn't want her to stop. But at some point, they did stop and I imagine that she was concerned over the wetness that had happened. Or maybe he had yelped. She said there was some fresh blood, and when they got to looking closely, his foreskin had torn.

"He tore his foreskin?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, or else I did it," she admitted. "But he didn't object up until then. I thought he was enjoying it."
She described it as a flap of skin that was left dangling or hanging free.

I'm not convinced just what happened, as there are many possibilities that this could have been. It's possible that she had just rubbed his glans raw and what she thought was dangling foreskin, might have been relaxed foreskin.
Or, it could have been that he had a dorsal slit earlier, and so his flap of skin might have been an already cut foreskin that had been irritated to raw condition.
Or, he could of had an attached foreskin, with a frenulum that was taught, and that she had ripped or torn it through vigorous pumping action. (Frankly, I'm favor this option, as an uncircumcised male with a taught foreskin can be extremely pleasurable, but fraught with pain, I am told.)

The couple had never gotten together again after that. Can you blame him?

At any rate, this memory came rushing back to me, and I just wanted to get a good look at the guy that she had dated or screwed, or torn his foreskin while learning about sex. I don't know what I would have said to him, but I'm sure it wouldn't have been, "Hey, Dan, Do you remember my wife? She tore your foreskin off, or so I'm told. So how's it hanging these days??"
studfinder studfinder
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Dec 12, 2012