When he got home, Ronny grabbed a towel and headed for the pool. He stripped and threw his clothes on a chair, and plunged in. it felt great, and he loved the feel of the cool water on his naked body.

Ronny got out and toweled off, then lay back on a lounge chair. This was new to him; being able to lie out in the open, naked. The warm sun felt good, especially his bare midsection, which was white from being covered by a bathing suit all the time. He looked down at his body, and liked what he saw. At 13, he was tall and thin, not an ounce of fat. Held always been a short kid, but over the last year had shot up like a weed, and now he had long, lanky legs, covered with barely visible downy white hair. They accounted for over half of his height, a fact he had been surprised to notice while looking himself over in a mirror a couple of days before.

Ronny knew he was attractive. Held seen pictures of himself, with his sandy, straight hair framing his oval face with high cheekbones. He had a small nose and blue eyes. He'd noticed people looking at him for years, and knew it was because he was so attractive. Over the past year the girls had started to fawn over him, which he found embarrassing in a pleasant way. And his best friend, Tom, had recently blurted out that he wished he were as good looking as Ronny. Since Tom was pretty good looking himself, Ronny figured he must be in pretty good shape. The main difference in looks between himself and Tom, Ronny thought, was revealed when one of his mother's friends called Ronny a 'pretty' boy.

He looked at his crotch. His penis wasn't overly large, but it had grown a lot this year, too. It was something that had given him a lot of pleasure over the years. Limp, it was about 3 inches long, and the loose foreskin hung over the tip about a half inch, hiding the purple head inside. The foreskin was loose, but he could see the outline of the ridge around the head of his penis, and the shape, like a helmet. Limp, it was dangling to the right, so he was seeing it in profile, laying against his upper thigh. It actually was pretty neat looking.

When it was erect it was about five inches long, and thin, and the foreskin pulled back so it just barely hid the head. He always liked to watch as his penis hardened and lengthened and the foreskin slowly pulled back by itself until when he was completely hard, the head just peeped through a little at the end. Then held hold the shaft and move his hand just slightly, and the opening would widen and the head would slowly emerge, all purple and wet. If he let go, the head would slide back slowly, with the foreskin closing back over the head. That's how he liked to play with it; sliding the foreskin slowly back and forth over the head. It felt great. The head was intensely sensitive; held found much more so than his friends who were circumcised. So sensitive that he seldom actually touched it; he would hold the shaft and let his foreskin stimulate it gently.

Held noticed at an early age that he looked different than his friends, and had spent a lot of time exploring that difference. Even when he was little and his foreskin was tight, he found it felt good to play with it. At first he couldn't pull it back to uncover the head he knew was there - held seen it on all his friends, and could feel it under the skin. And when he pulled hard, he could just see the tip through the hole at the end.

But as held played with it, the foreskin loosened up and he began to see more of the head peep out. One day when he was five he was pulling hard, and the head popped out completely. It was a strong purple and wet, and looked neat to him. It hurt the first couple of times he did that, but soon it stretched and it became easy to pull it back and forth. He liked the relaxing, pleasant feeling when he played with his foreskin, gently pulling it back and forth over the head, and he often went to sleep doing it.

Then there was the magic day, when he was six. Held been playing with his foreskin for a long time up in his bedroom, with his PJs pulled partially down. It suddenly began to feel better than normal, and he felt tense. Without warning, he felt an intense tickling sensation, and his penis throbbed in his hand. It felt as if a dam had burst, and waves of good feeling engulfed his entire crotch. Suddenly the head of his penis was too sensitive to even touch.

He hadn't known what was happening, but he liked it, and did it again frequently. He even shared it with a couple of his friends, including Tom. When they would stay overnight, held show them what he could do. They were always surprised the first time it happened to them, but it became standard practice. Often they'd sneak down to Ronny's basement to play, and go to his fort, hidden from the stairs, pull down their pants, and play with each other. His friends were fascinated with his foreskin and how he could play with it, so he tried an experiment with Tom once when they were 9 years old. He had Tom put his penis head to head with his own, and pulled his foreskin over it, and massaged it like he did his own. Tom said it felt really neat......(cont)