An English Teen, Circumcised in the USA

by Riley Jericho

In Flagrante Delicto
(translated as the act of getting caught with your pants down!)

 

It was half way through a typical day at school and, during the lunch recess, many of Luke’s friends were crowded around the school desk, on which the magazine lay open. Scott Landon pushed his way to the front. “OH FUCK – she can do that to me anytime!”

“So, we know what Scott’s gonna be doing tonight!” Cody Mitchell sniggered. He made a ring shape with his thumb and finger and jerked it up and down. Everyone laughed, even Luke, though he had no idea what Cody was on about.

“Fuck off, Mitchell.” Scott colored and showed them where to stick it.

The pictures were quite an eyeful. A porn mag that Cody had smuggled into school from God knows where, they had it open at a page where a guy and a girl were squashed into the back of some car. Both were naked and she was straddling him and had hold of his huge, full-on dick.

Standing near enough so that he could see and hear, yet far enough away that nobody would ask his opinion, Luke was astounded. The couple were splashed across a double spread. The series of pictures that documented their encounter showed that, whatever she was doing, he was really enjoying it!

The finale was a close up. She had her hand wrapped tightly around him, just under his enormous, circumcised, bell-shaped end. Her long red fingernails contrasted both the deep purple flesh and the white stuff that she seemed to be squeezing from the tip. The camera caught a string of it, as it joined a puddle of the stuff on his stomach.

It didn’t look like pee – unless the guy had some disease – but what it might be was beyond Luke. While he had no idea, picking up on the colorful descriptions being tossed around, it seemed everyone else did! A solid lump formed in his trousers and, throughout the rest of the afternoon, the lasting vision of that rampantly proud, circumcised dick, kept it there.

Later that evening, sitting alone on the toilet, he’d carefully experimented.

While he’d begun to have regular boners, he guessed that the white stuff was going to be yet ANOTHER thing that he'd grown up not knowing about. Maybe it was something that only circumcised guys did?

He was in for one HELL of a BIG surprise as he copied what it looked like the girl had been doing. Before long, his tentative approach became bolder as he discovered some quite delicious sensations. Unprepared for where it was leading, it had caught him off-guard. Unnerved, he’d stopped, zipped back up and scurried downstairs.

 Ten minutes later he was back.

Locking the door to the bathroom and not holding back this time, he’d squeaked as quietly as he could when he’d finally climaxed and unloaded his own white stuff. He’d been hooked on it ever since and now, like most teens, he jerked and came whenever he needed it...like MOST DAYS!

 

* * *

Extract from Luke's Diary:

Getting caught your with trousers down can put a real kink in your day. Even if it’s by your little brother.

Actually, ESPECIALLY if it’s by your little brother!

About two years previously, and not long after I’d first started whacking off (a rather late bloomer I’d come to discover), Si had caught on quite quickly. He bloody well walked in on me when I was right in the middle of shooting!

After a few months of giving ‘it’ plenty of ‘practice’, I got it to a fine art. On that fateful day – the day when Simon had walked in on me - I was just in the process of bringing to an end four days of enforced celibacy.

* * *

It wasn't uncommon for the tennis squad (of which Luke was a junior member in those days) to travel to regional competitions, against other schools in the State. What was more unusual, for someone born on a small island, was that it took so long to get there!

On this occasion, they’d been away four days and three nights.

Leaving straight after school one Thursday afternoon, a full coach carried both junior and senior squads, teachers and various hangers-on. They’d driven for three or four hours, before stopping over at a pre-booked motel. They’d spent half of next day, the Friday (school day as it still was), ivisiting some sites of dubious historical interest, being made to write pages of copious notes on what they saw. Their ‘school day’ complete, they got back on the bus, to arrive at their destination in the late afternoon.

After being welcomed and fed, they’d been bedded down for the night, close by, at yet another motel.

The matches had been good and, as was traditional, the host school (a private academy, similar to their own) had arranged a celebration on the Saturday evening. A special dinner, which was nice, followed by a disco party, which was even better!

The culminating matches, in every age group. were played on the Sunday morning. Neither he, nor Ryan, had made it that far, so they’d cheered from the sidelines. After an early and simple lunch, it was back on the coach for the long, tedious drive home, with few breaks.

But it’d been three nights of sharing accommodation, with four to a room and him sharing a double bed!

Each day, Luke had awoken uncomfortably stiff, but could do nothing about it, other than sneak into the bathroom to shower and dress, hoping his morning wood wouldn’t be spotted. Even in the motel bathrooms, he was completely paranoid that he might be heard and dared not deal with it.

They'd eventually made it back to Atlanta and he was relieved to be home for dinner. It was later that evening that Simon had walked in on him, right when he was stroking himself to a long awaited, and desperately needed, climax.

* * *

They'd eaten dinner and he’d known everyone was downstairs watching TV, but locked the bedroom door anyway. Tired, but horny, he’d unpacked his bag before stretching out on his bed, shedding some extra clothing. When he jerked, Luke preferred to take everything off; at least from the waist down. Boxers just got in the way.

It didn’t take long. Just over a minute later, it was with some relief that that familiar, powerful moment arrived. As he rode it through, spurting and grunting, something rather LESS welcome arrived, as Simon walked silently in - appearing through his side of the interconnecting doors - the ones that led through the bathroom they both shared.

The ones he’d forgotten to lock.

Having noiselessly passed through the bathroom and out into Luke's room, Simon stared in shock, and then with bemusement at the appearance of his naked brother playing energetically with his stiff willy. Out of the corner of his eye, Luke eventually realized he wasn’t alone.

"CRAP, SIMON!" he shouted frantically, diving off the bed to scoop up his clothes. Covering his dick ineffectually with his hands, he burned scarlet. "GET OUT – I’M BLOODY GETTING CHANGED!"

But Simon wasn't having any of it.

"That's not getting changed. You were playing with your willy!” He pointed to the freshly sprayed jizz that Luke was trying to wipe off with his boxers. “And what's that stuff?"

The cat was truly out of the bag, and Luke was at a complete loss to do anything other than to continue swearing wildly at Simon, who left in a bit of a huff! Once he was dressed, he sat on the edge of his bed and tried to calm down.

Why the hell didn't he lock the door?

Despite the humiliation of being caught with his trousers down, he knew it really wasn’t Simon’s fault and he should go apologize or something. At the very least he had to do some damage control. It could have been worse, he knew; it could have been his mother who’d walked in, and THAT didn’t even bear thinking about!

Tentatively, he passed through the en-suite and tapped lightly on the door Simon had slammed behind himself, on the way out. Slipping inside, he waited, feeling awkward. Simon remained studiously glued to a book, refusing to acknowledge his presence.

"Look...I'm sorry,” Luke began. “I was just...well, I just didn't expect you to walk in like that."

"You should BLOODY WELL lock the door then!" Simon huffed, still refusing to turn and face him, from where he was sitting at a desk, which, unlike Luke’s own, was always neat and tidy. He continued to work at some homework that didn’t need to be in for a week.

Luke sighed at the theatrics, but knew Simon like no other. His brother couldn’t stay mad for long. It just wasn't in his nature.

 “Okay...okay...you’re right. I should have done that...and I said I was sorry!"

“Sorry for what?” Simon returned relentlessly, still staring into the pages of his textbook.

Oh for God’s sake!

“I’m sorry for swearing at you...okay?”

Simon put his pen down and relented. Swinging around, he glowered and then pursed his lips curiously. “Apology accepted. Now, what were you doing?”

“Nothing – I was just getting changed!”

“You were playing with your willy, you dirty git, so don’t deny it! And what was that stuff?”

“What stuff?” Luke cringed uncomfortably at the recent memory of his semen, splashed for all to see.

SHIT!

“You know what stuff. I can always go and ask Mum if you want?” Simon crossed his arms and waited.

CRAP!

How the hell do you tell somebody about this kind of thing, Luke wondered? The birds and the bees talk. Wasn’t that the stuff parents were meant to do?

Just like they DIDN'T for you, he reminded himself.

It was true, the only way he’d found out about the most important thing he knew of to do with sex, was via some dirty mags. And they’d been brought in by guys at school who he hardly trusted at the best of times! Better it come from him, than that.

"Well?"

Luke took a deep breath. "It's called masturbating...." he began, flushing at the admission.

The blank look he got back put to rest any hope that the mere use of the quite embarrassing word would be enough. Resigned, he tried again.

"Okay...well have you ever heard of wanking?"

Simon’s brow furrowed innocently. "You mean like calling someone a wanker? What's it got to do with that?"

Pretty much everything, Luke smirked to himself. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he went on to give his fascinated younger brother a potted version of what he'd discovered. Of course, that same curious brother had to try it straight away!

"So you just rub it, you say - and it feels good?" Simon demanded.

"It's amazing...trust me!" replied Luke, heaving himself off the bed, to return to his own room. He turned at the door to find that Simon had already pulled down his zip and flipped out his smallish, limp dick. Yet he made such a hash of attacking it that Luke wasn't at all surprised when, after half a disappointing minute, he complained that his arm was aching. It was hardly even getting stiff!

"You’re not doing it right,” Luke admonished. “You're gonna pull it off in a minute!" From his vantage point, leaning against the doorframe, he shook his head in exasperation.

“I’m only doing what you said!”

“But you still have to do it right.”

“How do YOU do it then?” snapped Simon, looking humiliated by the lack of results.

“Do you want me to show you?’”

Simon pulled a face. “Bog off! You’re not touching my dick!”

“Suit yourself,” shrugged Luke evenly, turning to leave. He hardly made it through the bathroom and out into his own room again, before Simon called after him.

"Okay...okay! Just this once," he warned, "and don't you ever dare tell anyone!"

Luke grinned and came back across, prepared to take over to show his brother how to do it properly. Up till then, Simon had just unzipped and had been attacking his cock as it stuck out through the opening; a reluctant and somewhat bashful worm.

Clearly, that wasn't getting him anywhere, Luke thought, so suggested what usually worked for him. "Come on. Jeans off!"

Simon was dubious. “I’m not taking off my jeans!”

"Look," said Luke reasonably, "if you're going to do this, then at least learn to do it properly."

“Why does that mean I have to take my jeans off?”

“Because it just feels better, and stuff doesn't get in the way, that’s all!” replied Luke, exasperated again. “That’s how I do it, and I’m only trying to help! But if you think you know better, I'm happy to leave you to it!” he looked pointedly at the door.

There was an uneasy pause, while Simon tried to decide between the best of two evils: lose this potentially important lesson, or lose his jeans.

“I’ll pull them down a bit – that’s all!” he negotiated, finally. “And if I like it enough, then I’ll maybe take them off next time. Please...can’t we just try it like that for now?”

Luke relented. To be fair, it was quite a big step Simon was taking.

“OK, I’m sure it’ll be fine that way. Just pull them down so they don’t get in the way.”

Simon nodded in relief and quickly peeled his jeans off his backside and down to the top of his legs. While Luke went to lock BOTH the doors to his brother’s room, he told Simon to sit back on his bed and pull his tee-shirt up out of the way too.

Anticipation had played its part. Even now Luke could see that the ‘worm’ was plumping up, pressing out firmly against the inside of Simon’s traditional, tighty-whitey, ‘Fruit of the Loom’ briefs. He smirked. That’s what you got if you let Mum buy them for you!

"Now what are you laughing at?" muttered Simon.

"I was just thinking you might want to try going out and buying some boxers or something." He grinned, kneeling down next to the bed to get into a comfortable position; a bed that was the sibling of his own. "You're getting a bit old for underpants like that!" He’d told his Mum, some time ago, that guys of his age wore boxers, and had dumped the briefs as fast as he could!

Simon shrugged, unimpressed. "What's wrong with them?"

What was right with them was the better question, but Luke let it drop.

"OK, fish it out," he said.

Simon nodded and pushed down his white briefs. Not much, but enough to release a quite respectable looking dick; one which, even now, had begun to protrude proudly. However, while Luke had already sprouted quite a few bushy pubes, Simon was WAY behind!

Abruptly, Simon sat up again and covered his expanding dick with his hand. "You're not gonna hurt me are you?"

"Do you want to do this or not?” Luke sat back on his haunches, wishing his brother would make up his mind. “Look, I'm not going to hurt you,” he placated, “but, if you don't wanna do it, just say!"

"OK...but...well, I don't know...just be careful!"

"Trust me...you’re really going to enjoy it!" Luke grinned encouragingly as he reached over to give Simon his best shot!

Using finger and thumb, he moved the skin of the shaft gently, setting up a simple yet seductive rocking motion, with the intent of eliciting a response. Simon grunted and wiggled, aware that what Luke was doing was quite different to his own attempts. The technique successfully completed what had already been well under way. Within thirty seconds, Luke could see he was ready.

As he lengthened to his full size, Luke examined it critically, astonished to discover that the little brother he’d grown up around, could be as capable of an erection as he was himself! Though still rather thin, the shaft was respectably long and now completely stiff.

He took it in his full grip and, pretty expertly – at least, he thought – Luke continued to manipulate him.

* * *

Extract from Luke's Diary:

Looking back, I guess it was the first time for both of us. I knew what was about to happen. It was likely he was gonna cum for the first time, and it was the first time I’d ever done it to someone else. I admit we were both excited!

His cock looked pretty much like mine; a bit smaller, and less the hairy bits, of course. Back then, we both had what I assumed to be the normal uncircumcised version. I think if somebody had told me that the tip was meant to be loose and skin back down the shaft on its own accord, to show off the glans when stiff, I could have saved myself months of irritated frustration. But mine didn't and his didn't and there were no other foreskins around I could compare them too.

Please don’t think badly of us.

Maybe it shocks you that we did that together? For us, it wasn’t really like that. Maybe we were naïve, but we never considered it as wrong or bad. As brothers, we trusted each other. It was just one of those things that happened, as we lived and learned together.

I often wondered if the future could have turned out differently if it had never happened? Maybe it was my fault? What if he’d never walked in on me? What if I’d locked the door?

* * *

It didn't take long before the stimulation was beginning to make Simon squirm, as it induced something he'd never felt before.

“See – like this,” Luke explained, making the most of his role as class tutor. “You don’t have to grab it hard – just hold it lightly and roll the skin up and down the shaft.”

"God, Luke, this is incredible,” Simon shivered, staring intently down at himself. “Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

"You didn't ask, dork!" Luke smirked, happy his brother was enjoying the ride. Of course, he hadn't been doing it long himself, but wasn't going to tell him! “The really sensitive part is near the top - you just have to try rubbing in different ways to see what you like."

"When did you get hair?" Simon asked curiously. "You do have hair, don't you?"

"Pubes you mean? Of course I have them! Don't worry, I’m sure yours will come soon enough."

Simon grew quiet. Hearing his breathing change, Luke knew he was getting close.

“When you get some practice, you can squeeze the end and keep it in the tip, but until then, you might want to have some tissue paper handy,” Luke advised. “If you’re not in the shower, that is.”

“Tissue paper? For what?”

“For this…”

 Simon had become increasingly flushed and agitated. Abruptly, he reached down to stop the hand that was playing him.

"Eh...Luke it's kind of weird...I feel funny. I think I need to pee..."

"Aha," Luke said, brushing his hand away. He’d once been exactly where Simon was, and wasn’t about to let him chicken out! "Here comes your first one. You're in for a bit of a surprise!" Without explaining what he meant, he speeded up.

The slightly strangled grunt caused him to look up to see his brother's eyes tightly shut.

“I’m not sure,” Simon gasped. “I think you’d better stop. Something’s wrong.” Even as Simon uttered those words, he knew that, whatever it was, it was too late.

His face screwed up and, after a few moments, his fists grabbed the bedding and he groaned, as he balanced on the brink of climax.  Dreading the unknown, he instinctively squeezed muscles that tried to hold back the inevitable, unaware that it would just make the impending explosion more devastating.

Agonizingly pleasurable, he lost the battle. It detonated and the poor lad was swept over the edge, squealing and digging his heels into the bed with the intensity of what consumed him. Luke continued to pump him through it, and several respectable squirts of a clear fluid shot from his dick, onto his tummy. He moaned in pleasure, as the aftershocks diminished. "OH MY GOD! What was that?"

Luke watched him fondly as Simon slowly came down from his first-ever ejaculation. There would be many more, but those he would be quite capable of handling himself!

Still flushed and breathing heavily, Simon slowly sat up. "Hell, I didn't know it could do that...that was awesome!"

Luke got a tissue and handed it to his brother.

"Welcome to sex, little brother!" He grinned and held out the bin for the sticky wipe.

What Simon did after that day, he never knew and certainly never asked. What he did know was that, from that moment on, Simon often took as long in the shower as he did!

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