My family always wanted to have a foreign exchange student, after my aunt and uncle had one from Japan, my senior year. It was really awesome having a temporary cousin from a different culture for a year. They lived close, but in a different school district. He didn’t go to my school, but our families were together on the weekends and during breaks. He was a really nice guy. About 5′ tall, 18 years old, darker skin, black thick hair, and… I did see him naked once during a family weekend swim. We were at the local pool, and we got changed in the locker room together. I had regular board shorts, and he had the skimpiest speedo. But as he changed into it, I noticed he was intact, with a nice 5″ long thick cock. It was a bit darker than the rest of him, and hanging out of a very thick bush of straight black hair. He noticed me as well. I was blonde, super white, skinny as a tree branch and also sporting a foreskin. He was hesitant to ask, being a very polite guy, but he inquired about my foreskin.

He said, “During showers at PE, I only saw Americans that were circumcised.”

I responded, “It was a common practice to rob boys in the US of their foreskins, but some of us escaped the mutilation.”

He looked sad and said, “I don’t understand how anyone could do that to boys.”

Later that same year, my parents applied to have a foreign exchange student too. They were accepted and he was going to be living with us starting that August, before we went to college, and living with us for a year. We were both going to college in August and it was a perfect situation for him to have a temporary family here in the US to visit with durning breaks. We were going to be “brothers” and bunking together. I could only imagine having this kind of comfort if I studied abroad. His name was Dylan and he was coming from a small island of the coast of Ireland. It was supposedly a really rural area of Ireland, and he was coming to a very rural part of the Midwest. So the culture shock would only come to both of us when we got to campus.

We all went to our tiny airport to pick him up. The poor guy had been on a plane for so long, and had to take multiple layovers to get from his little island to our small airport. We all waited at the end of the terminal with a big sign that said “Welcome to the Midwest, Dylan”.

I noticed a rather ripped, very Ginger, guy with freckles, and a tight green T-Shirt look towards us. He had a huge smile and ran over to us. He said hello with the thickest Irish accent I’ve ever heard. I was taken aback a bit at what a gorgeous specimen he was. I was a bit jealous at first glance at his thick red styled hair, ripped arms and pecs poking from under his shirt.

We drove back to our house and showed him where his bedroom was going to be until we went to our dorms in a couple of weeks. It was gonna be right next to mine. I was excited to have a brother per se at this point in my life.

School started on August 10th and I drove us to our dorms, about an hour away towards the big city. I’d only driven to Chicago or St. Louis on my own, and this was great having a passenger to talk to the whole time. We were cracking up about being “farmers” but not being actual farmers. We just lived and grew up in the sticks.

Once we pulled up to the dorm, he said, “wow, this is a really old building. I hope it looks as cool on the inside as it does on the outside.”

We lugged all of our boxes, suitcases, and mini fridge up to our dorm. It was a very hot August Summer afternoon, and we were sweating through our shirts. The dorms were built in the early 1900’s so there was no central AC. Once we had everything set up in our “not so small” dorm, we took our shirts off and wiped our faces down. I was afraid we would have a small hole to live in, but it was rather large compared to what I expected. We were only two doors down from the showers and 4 from the elevator. We looked at each other, dripping with sweat and shirtless. I said, awkwardly, “You are ripped and that is a nice bod”.

I immediately blushed at delivering him this compliment, but he replied with “You are sporting a nice frame too, Lad.”

The awkwardness subsided and we went back to putting our knick knacks, books, toiletries, and clothes were they should go. I did notice that he was prone to only wearing basketball shorts and it didn’t look like he wore anything under them. There was a bit of a swinging behind the curtain with every major move he made while getting set up. We turned on our box fans that were propped in the windows and blew all the hot air out. I had brought a bottle of Irish Whiskey, that my older cousin bought me. I was excited to get our first drink on in our new found freedom. Dylan looked at me with excitement as I opened the bottle and poured us a small glass. We didn’t have any ice, so it was a bit strong and warm, but it did the trick.

“Cheers to a new year of fun and friendship, buddy,” I said as we clinked our glasses together. We then Belek travesti laid in our beds hoping to get some relief from the move, and fell asleep. We laid coverless in our shorts on our beds, and just before I fell asleep, I could see he was pitching a tent, and snoring. This made me laugh, as I was probably going to do the same. Like every night so far in my life.

The next day, we compared our schedules. We were going to have similar freshman classes, but he was on more of a Biology/Science path with classes, while I was more Arts and Math. We only had a couple classes at the same time. We each had a P.E. elective. I was doing Volleyball, and he was taking Lacrosse. We were back in our dorms around the same time and would hit the cafeteria together.

He was becoming friends with a lot of my old high school friends that were in some of his classes. A handful of my classmates were accepted and were going to our same college now. I didn’t realize that one of my exes was attending, but realized when he even started asking me about a girl. I asked him what her name was, and he said Samantha. Based on all the clues from his description, it had to be her.

I said, “She was really good at blowjobs, and was very horny, but was also very jealous and high maintenance. She was really interested in my cock, because it was the only one she had ever seen with a foreskin.”

He looked at me with a side grin, and said, “I might need to talk to her more, if it was okay with you.”

We had a nice weekend coming up. Nothing to do, so we decided to get rebellious and head to a local adult shop, and then maybe hit up a head shop, just for good measure. Neither of us had been so scandalous in our lives before, and we were super excited.

That Friday night, Dylan went to the local adult store and buy something funny. He blushed and said, “That sounds like fun.”

Once we got to the store, I noticed that it was a bit shadier than I expected it to be. We gathered our courage and still went in. The first thing we saw was a wall of dildos and personal massagers. We both blushed at the display of dicks in front of us. Dylan turned to me and asked, “why are all dildos circumcised?”.

I didn’t know how to answer. He continued by saying that he preferred an intact cock to play with. I was taken aback by this. I asked him, “do you like men?”

He said, “I like both men and women, but loved foreskin.”

I asked him, already knowing the answer, “Are you intact. I was left intact and love my foreskin.”

Knowing he already knew my status, I felt he was fishing for a conversation about our foreskins to come up. His eyes shot straight down at my crotch, and I noticed that he was starting to swell up in his shorts. He was wearing some basic basketball shorts again, so they didn’t hide any progressing boner. We decided to leave without buying anything, and got into my car.

We drove away and continued our conversation about our foreskins, and what we loved about them. I especially liked fingers and tongues inside my skin, rolling around. He said he really liked holding his shut when he came, making it balloon and then burst when he let go. He leaned over and whispered with his thick Irish accent, “do you want to compare?”

I almost crashed the car after hearing this. I was more than excited to compare. I had secretly been wanting to see him naked, ever since I saw him walk up to us at the airport. We weren’t in the same sports electives where all guys are required to shower, and we never were in a situation yet to see each other at home or in our dorm. He was undoubtedly the only other guy that I knew was intact. I was getting a bit jealous to know that my prize might not be as exciting anymore that this gorgeous, muscular, ginger with a thick Irish accent sported the same interesting toy.

I said, “Let’s wait until we get back home.”

He said, “No, let’s do it now.”

I found a pull off on the side of the road. It was dark out and we were in a bunch of parking lots. He proceeded to reach over and unzip my pants, and then pulled his shorts off. His thick, uncut, very pale 7 inch cock flopped out and smacked him on his stomach. He was fully erect and had been leaking precum like crazy. He then reached back over and fished my semi hard cock out of my zipper hole. He grabbed my scrotum as well and pulled all of my beautiful manhood out for us to admire. I was getting hard and got to my full thick 6.5 inch erection. I was also leaking precum. I noticed that his red bush of pubes hid the base of his cock, and his balls were hanging out from underneath his wreath of red pubes. My blonde pubes just went across the top of my shaft, like a mustache and I had not as much hair as he did.

He then asked, “Can I pull your skin back, and you can pull mine back too?”

We looked at each other’s raging boners, and we reached over and grabbed the tip of the foreskin, and we both slowly peeled back each other’s foreskin. Belek travestileri We both had so much precum that we could hear the wet skin slipping down and smack as it got below the ridge of our mushroom heads. We both admired the glistening glands and slowly returned each other’s foreskin back over our heads. He said in a very heavily sexy accent, “Let’s go home and have some real fun!”.

We pulled into dorm’s parking lot. The place was still a buzz with activity, as it was the weekend. I knew, we were going to be spotted with raging boners by anyone we passed by. I would be able to hide mine by flopping it up on my stomach and using my waistband to hold it flat against my torso. He was wearing those floppy shorts, and anything he was sporting would be very visible to anyone who glanced. He acted like he needed to rush to the bathroom, but instead went straight to our room without making eye contact with anyone. When I got to our room, I was so nervous, but excited to finally see what I wanted to see for weeks now. Without saying anything to each other, I laid down on my bed, pulled the covers over me, and stripped naked. I was laying on my bed, raging and leaking precum like crazy. I didn’t bother putting any pajamas on, but laid under my covers naked and ready for anything. I turned off all the lights except for the blacklight that illuminated my psychedelic mushroom poster, and the Super Mario lamp I had as a kid. This made the room lit just enough to see what we might be doing, but not too bright as to see that someone was still awake in the room.

He was standing next to me laying in the bed. He was shirtless now, showing off his beautiful 6 pack and flat pecs. He had no hair on his body, but instead, he had a beautiful sprinkling of freckles. These freckles started across his cheeks and nose, then faded down, until you got to his shoulders. They were heavily covered and they continued down his torso, until they slowly faded out and his red hot treasure trail started at his belly button. He was still wearing his basketball shorts, and I could see that it was barreling holding its contents. I looked at his legs, which were thin and muscular as well. The freckles were not on his thighs, but started around his knees and went down to his feet.

He looked at me and asked, “Are you ready to have some fun?”

I pulled the sheets off of me revealing my fully hard 6.5 inch throbbing cock. The foreskin still pulled up over my head, but creating a fountain of precum, like a clear volcano. At the site of this he ripped his shorts down quickly, and his boner flung out, covered in his foreskin. As it flung up, a drop of precum was thrown at my face and landed on my bottom lip. We stared at each other for what seemed like eternity, until he broke the silence by asking if he could join me in the bed. I scooted over to the other side and made room for him to lay next to me. We were laying there looking at each other, with our cocks pointing straight towards the ceiling. As we started to roll towards each other, our cocks, like masts on a capsizing ships, started to get closer and closer to each other, until we were face to face and the tips of our foreskin touched. I could feel his precum leaking all over my cock, and I could feel mike dripping on my thigh.

He asked, “what do you want to do?”

I was so horny, and taken aback by what was happening, I said, “I think that you should choose.”

This was his idea after all. He reached over and pulled my foreskin back slowly. He then pulled his back and had our wet soft heads touching. He then pulled his foreskin over his head and continued to stretch his long skin over my cock head. I was now inside of his foreskin, and he started to pull my foreskin over his and it was now a dual dock. I was inside his foreskin, while both of us were inside mine. This was very warm, wet and a bit slippery. He held on tight so we didn’t slip out from each other’s skin, and started massaging us. As he did this, both of my hands were free, so I proceeded to cup his balls and managed them. His scrotum was sagging and hanging really low as I started.

Quickly, his sack started to bunch up and got round and hard. All of his saggy scrotum skin got quickly wrinkly and pulled up towards his body. I was now holding a tight bean bag instead of a loose sack. I felt his second hand reach down below my balls, and tickle the space between my sack and hole. I was swollen had and he was pushing on that tender spot. As he did this, I reached out with my other hand and grabbed his hair. I started stroking my hand though his thick styled hair, and grabbing it and pulling with every massage stroke he made of our cocks. I heard him moan, and stop breathing for a few seconds. I knew he was close, so I tightened the grip on his hard sack, and pulled his hair. As I did this I could feel him releasing a huge load under his skin and on my head. This made me release my load as well and it filled up his foreskin as Travesti belek well. He cupped my balls as this was happening and our foreskins were filled with so much cum, it started to leak out of mine, as the upper layer.

Before we could lose our boners, he kept his hand on our docked cocks, and used his other hand to pull my face to his. He grabbed my hair and locked his lips on mine. I couldn’t believe that I was getting French kissed by a guy, as his tongue pushed through my lips and started to flick on my tongue. We kissed for a little bit, and then I felt us both getting harder again. He still had not let go of his grip on our cocks, and started massaging our ever growing boners again. As I tugged at his hair again and he bit my bottom lip, we both had a second orgasm and filled up our foreskins with even more cum.

We pulled away from each other and he said, “Watch this”.

He let go of our cocks, and they started to slip out from inside each other. There was so much cum and precum that they slipped off quickly and spilled a huge pile of our fluids right between us.

He asked, “Wasn’t that fun?”

I had no words. I just laid there staring into his big green eyes and looking at the bridge of freckles that went across his nose to both cheeks. I had never had a second orgasm and he just gave it to me, while he had one too. We didn’t say anything to each other, and he rolled over facing away from me. He grabbed my left arm and pulled it over him wanting me to spoon him. There was still a big pile of cum between us. My dick was flopped down into our mess, that was getting colder by the second. He backed his butt up against me and we were laying in our cum and snuggling. We both fell asleep quickly and woke up when the sun rose.

We hadn’t moved at all in our sleep, and were still snuggled up against each other. Except this time, I had a raging morning wood that was pressed up against his lower back, and my tight ball sack was pressed up against his muscular ass cheeks.

He rolled over with the sweetest smile and said, “Top of the morning.”

I giggled a bit and asked how he was doing. He just winked and said, “We should get ready for the day.”

The rest of the day, we couldn’t keep our eyes off each other. We were both excited for what might happen tonight. I could tell we were both boning up all day and I could even see that he was leaking precum through his basketball shorts. There were only a few hours before Sunday was over, and we had to go to class the next day. Tonight we were going to try that double docking again. It was amazing. When bedtime rolled around, we both went to our shared bathroom, brushed our teeth, and took a shower together. I suggested we just get in together so we could get to bed without as much anticipation. I couldn’t believe I was so attracted to and turned on by him. I was still into girls, but what we did last night was one of the best feelings I had ever physically felt, as well as a crazy emotional spark.

We put on our flip flops and basic gym shorts, flung our towels over our shoulder and headed to the showers. There was a larger stall for handicap access and we both looked at it with a wink. He pulled back the first curtain that hid a small chaining space and bench. Then he opened up the second curtain revealing the shower space. I stepped into the shower, he looked at me, and handed me the pooffa already soaped up. He obviously wanted me to wash him. I had him turn around so I could soap up his back and shoulders. I slowly rubbed his muscular body, and pretended I was washing off all of his freckles. I washed his entire back, tight ass, and lower legs. He then turned around facing me.

He was hard and pointing straight toward me. I started to lather his chest and abs, and continued to soap up his hooded cock and under his balls. I proceeded to push in-between his legs and he squatted a little so I could get the pooffa between his balls and hole. He grabbed me in a bear hug, and he asked if I could get his ass a little better. Held his cheeks apart and started to swab around his hole. I could feel his boner twitching harder on my stomach. When I was done, I pushed off of him and lathered up his hair. While he was leaning back to rinse his hair, I looked down at his raging cock. I slowly slipped his foreskin back and used the hot water to rinse his glistening head. I could tell the water was a little too hot, as his light pink head was getting a little purple. I returned his foreskin back.

He looked me in the eyes with a smirk and said, “It’s now your turn, young lad.”

He spun me around and lathered my skinny frame up with the same pooffa. He proceeded to not just give me the same treatment of cleaning between my ass cheeks, but he used a finger to slip inside and swirl around. As he did this, I gasped,

He said, “Thats what I usually do to make sure I’m totally clean. Now let’s get that foreskin clean too.”

He pulled back my foreskin and rinsed it off with the hot water. He got down on his knees and leaned over and took the head in his mouth and did a “cleaning” with is tongue. When he was done, he rinsed me again

As he licked his lips, he said, “I just wanted to make sure there was nothing left over from our exploits.”