Getting Little Brother Skinned Back
by Charlie

     Darlene and I have a platonic relationship.  She thinks of me more like a big brother she can confide in.  But that's not the only reason I can forget about having anything more with her.  Besides being into only guys much younger than we are, she is also the girlfriend of one of them who happens to be a skate buddy of mine.
     She tells me all kinds of intimate things about a lot of her conquests, the sort of things that would totally embarrass Sammy if he knew what a blab his cradle robbing girlfriend is.
Thanks to Darlene, I know way more than I need to about my young friend, as well as a few other boys around town.  Sammy would be pissed enough to dump her on the spot, no doubt, except that she has him wrapped around her little finger.
     One of the things I've come to learn about him, for example, is that he is one horny little stud, but he is uncut, and Darlene is not a bit happy about that.
     If she hadn't hastened to add that last part, I might have told her than I am not circumcised either, but she apparently just assumed that I am one of the vast cut majority, and that I share her extreme distaste for foreskins.  So I decided to just keep my mouth shut, and see where this conversation was going next.
     Anyway, Darlene puts on the feminine charm, which is a nice way of saying she wags her snapper in front of Sammy and then demands that he do things her way if he wants any of it.  And her way means that he has to keep his foreskin peeled back at all times, because she doesn't want to ever see the nasty thing flopping.
     Now why would she think that I wouldn't resent her telling me about another guy, not to mention a buddy of mine, and go straight to him and blow the whistle on her?  Well, like I said, she seems to have the idea that cut guys all hate foreskins with the same passion that she does.
     Of course, she is wrong about her first assumption, about me being cut.  But she is lucky by strange chance that I happen to approve of what she is doing to Sammy, and that it's really for the best.  So he'll never hear a peep out of me.
     But he doesn't need to.  He'll do anything to get into her bush, so he has cheerfully accepted wearing it bare, as the price he has to pay for sex.
     And here is where the story gets interesting.  It could have ended there, but no.  Darlene is out to conquer the entire junior high school male population.  Now she wants to enlist my help in convincing Sammy's little brother, who she's already set her eyes on, that Sammy is completely and happily denuded, and that he should do the same and get in on the big boys' game if he ever expects to score.  And the kid hasn't even got Hair One between his legs yet.
     And why does she need me for this anyway?  Well, it seems that Sammy's little brother hates Darlene, and isn't real happy with Sammy either since he is dating her.  There is a growing rivalry between he and Sammy, partly because they are somewhat close in age.  But he does look up to me, so she thinks I'm the guy for this job. 
     The secret weapon to Darlene's plan is to have the little guy “discover” that Sammy is permanently skinned back, and that he'll never get a piece of ass in this town if he doesn't get his own pecker head out.  She must think that when the kid hits puberty, she will be able to use the same evil charm that broke Sammy by wagging her twat at him too.
     You've got to hand it to her, she is diabolical.  She ought to hook up with my older brother, who is the one who first tricked me into doing the same thing by saying that his pecker had been skinned back all along, and that girls want nothing to do with ant eaters.  He counted on me wanting to be just like him, and to live up to his and others' expectations.  So this is shaping up to be a kind of deja vu thing for me.

     This story may be continued.  It is not fiction, but rather an integration of several true stories that bear similarities.
     If you enjoyed it, see how it all began, in "Charles' Story" in this files section.