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“Simon ‘Foreskin’ Riley.”
When those words left Johnny's mouth, Simon did a double take. “What the fuck are ya on about, Johnny?” 141 was full arse naked, having changed out of their kits, and shooting the shit.
Simon turned to face Johnny fully, while Price and Gaz just snickered at the exchange. “Just look at it, Si. Ye got one hell of a foreskin!” Simon stared for a moment, glancing down briefly at his groin, and cupping himself. “We've all got foreskin ‘ere, Johnny.”
“Aye, I figured ye'd go for the ‘horse’ angle on Simon, but now that ye mention it…” Price sauntered up to Simon, who didn't seem to mind what he knew was gonna happen. Price scratched the heavy layer of hair above his groin, before taking his decently sized flaccid length, and held it parallel to Simon's, who obliged him with a similar grip. Gaz and Johnny went and crowded around. “Yep, Simon's is longer.” Gaz muttered. Simon could only grunt, his foreskin, trailing well past the head in a very prominent snout of skin.
Price had a smaller snout, and only shook his head with a chuckle and wide grin before letting it fall, and walking towards the showers. Gaz quickly replaced him, and scoffed at the difference, going about the same length as Price. “Damn, Riley.” Before following Price into the steam.
Simon looked up at Johnny, who was half hard, and starting to gently leak from his foreskin. Simon closed the gap, gripping both of them together. Johnny was about halfway between Price and Simon, even as the skin started to slink back due to Johnny's arousal.
“Yer real close Johnny. And a hot brand on me cock. Don't wanna make a mess ‘ere though. Come on then, let's get washed up.”
The washed next to each other, in an open line of communal showers. Johnny could see in the corner of his eye Gaz filling up his foreskin like it was a water balloon, and Price just laughing at it. His focus was brought back to Simon, who did a light stomp to get said attention, startling the Scot.
Johnny watched him fondle himself, and retract his foreskin, while looking Johnny dead in the eye, and pushing it back forward almost gently, letting the water clean the area. Blue veins ran up the pale skin, the whole area down here surprisingly unmarred by any stray scars. Little tufts of blondish-red hair were gathered around his thighs, and the base of the beast, looking quite rough in the water, but soft when it was dry. His testicles were similarly furry, but the light made it almost translucent, save for the red hair.
The beast of a foreskin though wasn’t particularly wrinkly, as if Simon moisturized the outside whenever he could. He definitely couldn’t imagine that so it was definitely good genetics. Or maybe it was the water. “Ye could bore a hole with the way you stare at me. Ye really like me foreskin, Johnny?” It came out in a low growl that could barely be heard over the spray of water.
But Simon wasn’t angry. No, Johnny was familiar with that tone.
“‘S interestin’, Si. Like a long, hot, sensitive, tube of flesh. The wrinkled snout ‘s hot, an’ whenever a bloke gets it sucked, ‘s real nice feelin’. Honestly surprised ah havenae given it more thought.” Simon gave a grin in response to that. “Ye can get real acquainted with it nice an’ proper after ye’ve finished up here.” Johnny’s eyes widened, and his prick bobbed gently under the stream of water. “Bleedin’ Jesus, Simon… One of the best things ye’ve told me inna few months...”
Simon turned off his shower, and clapped Johnny on the arse, which let off a loud, wet noise, causing muffled laughter to ring out from the locker room. Simon rolled his eyes but kept his grin. “Better not take care of that, Johnny.” Before walking out. Johnny swore.
…
Johnny knocked on Simon’s door a little later. “Unlocked.” A rough, familiar voice, muffled by the door, wrung out from inside. Johnny opened it silently, shutting it behind him, clicking the lock in place. Simon was laying on the bed, legs spread apart slightly, wearing some fatigues, while reading a book. He glanced up almost impassively, putting a bookmark at the page, and setting it aside on his desk close to the bed.
He wordlessly crossed his arms beyond his head, the shirt riding up a bit, revealing a bit of the blondish red treasure trail, drifting below the belt. There was the hint of a bulge plastered across his left thigh, which Johnny wasn’t sure if it was the fabric, or Simon. Johnny walked over slowly, sitting at the midpoint of the bed, leaning over to kiss Simon on his lips to start. He accepted it, his eyes closing and his tongue delving into Johnny’s almost idly, with one of the hands coming to cup his shaved down beard stubble.
They parted, Simon’s eyes half-lidded, while Johnny looked up with his beautiful blue orbs. Simon didn’t need to say anything, as Johnny crawled next to him, Simon’s bed enough to hold the two built guys. He unbuckled Simon’s belt, unfastened the button, and pulled the zip down. Simon was surprisingly still flaccid in the deep green standard issue trunks, these having a button that seemed to be pressed against by some of Simon’s shaft. Johnny almost hungrily undid it, Simon giving a light grunt as he was pulled out to the cool air of the room.
Simon’s eyes narrowed, giving a light hand on Johnny’s shoulder. Johnny gently tugged on foreskin, lightly stroking the ample skin with slow movements, before retracting him, the sleeve of skin coming behind to a deep purple glans. The foreskin looked healthy, and the frenulum didn’t seem stressed. Johnny didn’t bother touching that part with his fingers, bending over to getting his tongue to gently glance at the sensitive band, getting a low groan from Simon, before he gently pulled his foreskin back over the glans, and manipulated it with his tongue.
“Fuckin’ hell, Johnny…” Simon breathed out. Johnny slipped the head from his mouth, tonguing at a particularly bulging blue vein nestled right at the lower part of the glans, going up the shaft, and stopping for a moment at the similarly colored pubes. Simon let out another sigh, his arms coming back beneath his head. Johnny’s hand came up to gently stroke Simon, bringing the foreskin up and down the shaft slowly, the appendage starting to get half hard, and leaking precome.
His mouth came back, his tongue slipping into the foreskin proper, and gently manipulating the front of the glans, and taking the precome depositing into his mouth very eagerly. Johnny alternated between Simon’s frenulum and foreskin in a cycle until he was fully hard. Johnny unbuckled his own fatigues, and fished himself out, already as hard as Simon, and just as leaking. His foreskin didn’t retract behind the head while aroused like Simon, but Johnny’s glans was just barely starting to peek out. He crawled up a bit of Simon’s torso to align them both, and Johnny started to frot, giving a low groan from both of them.
“Gonna make ‘em kiss, Johnny?” Simon said a bit breathlessly, his arms going to wrap around Johnny, but letting the man have his fill. “Aye, might put yer skin on me.” Simon’s eyes softened. “Yeah? Sounds intimate, Johnny. Gonna propose to ‘em?” It throbbed gently, more precome soaking against Johnny’s foreskin. Simon’s hands came between them, lining them both up, and retracting himself, before pulling himself over Johnny’s thickened glans, giving a deep, aroused noise from Scot that had an undertone of surprise. “Feel like silk, Si… bleedin’ Jesus…”
The both of them started to frot against each other, more wet squelching coming from between them. “Look at that Johnny, yer real snug in me foreskin…” He gave a gentle thrust, the outline of Johnny’s thickened head plastered against the front of Simon’s foreskin. The held still, Johnny’s eyes widening at the way it stretched gently around where they were joined, and some of the pale foreskin having its veins reveal themselves, a blue criss-cross pattern above where Johnny was inside. Every few seconds, it throbbed very gently in time with their heart beats, some more precome escaping where they were joined in a slow stream down Johnny’s shaft.
Johnny’s hands were shaking gently. Simon could tell Johnny was real close, the look plastered across his handsome face. Simon gave a few more gentle thrusts, aiming at where he thought Johnny’s frenulum was, giving a low, loud groan from the Scot, before he thrust gently to taste that mounting heat, before he started to fill Simon’s foreskin with his semen. It stretched to accommodate easily, Simon giving his own groan, while his load joined the hot mess. “Fuckin’ like a warm sleeve of greatness, Johnny..!”
They remained joined, a gentle pulsing coming from them as they both started to soften. Simon got the towel stashed away behind his pillow, placing it under their joined cocks. Johnny took the hint, and gently released himself a heavy amount of semen oozing out onto the towel, before there was an inkling just welled up in Simon’s snout. “Must’ve been pent up, Johnny. God knows I was.” He sighed and leaned back, enjoying the sight, their flaccid penises looking thoroughly spent, and moist from their semen.
There was a little click of a camera, Johnny’s face looking blown out while he took it, before he showed Simon a similar picture of what was before them, causing the Brit to chuckle deeply. “Better send that to me, Sergeant.”