Taking Val's Virginity

“Dude, she’s only after your `skin,.” Rob warned Val with a slap to the back to his head.

Rob was probably right. For women, finding a virgin and claiming their foreskin was something they bragged about.

For men, it was just an eventuality of sex. You’d have sex with a woman. Your foreskin would get sheared off by her vagina, resulting in a bare cock head and a bleeding ring. The telltale sign you were with a virgin.

And, after healing for a couple weeks, you just couldn’t masturbate again the normal way. You’d need lube since the natural skin covering would be gone. The sensitive cock tucked gingerly in underwear. You could always tell a newly de-virgined guy by how they guarded their crotch, how they walked so gingerly.

Heaven knows why evolution would lead to a sexual congress that removes the foreskin so completely, tighter than any medical circumcision could provide. The bare glans, so sensitive and raw, with the rest of their cockskin so tight their dick literally would curve towards their now absent frenulum.

From what Val had seen, both from his biology texts and from the “de-virginizing” videos on PronTube, It looked like it would be painful. And sex afterwards was always touch-and-go, the naked dickhead so sensitive before drying out and keratinizing and desensitizing.

And yet Val couldn’t get enough of it. He’d jerk off, his long noodle of a foreskin just hanging past the tip of his peehole, watching men lose theirs in videos. Reading about men losing them in erotic stories. Listening to it being described on r/gonewildaudio.

All the while wondering how it would feel, as he jerked his fully covered cock to orgasm after orgasm.

Knowing someday he’d lose his to a girl. Probably a girl who didn’t think more of him than the skin she would claim from him.

Val thought Rose was different though. They shared two classes at U.P., were even lab partners in Organic Chemistry, when they started dating.

Rose was fascinated by Val’s cock. She claimed she’d never been with a man either, that they’d be sharing their first time together, that she could wait until he was ready. However long that took.

All the while she treated him as a good girlfriend should. They’d have passionate makeout sessions. She’d given him a couple handjobs, which he really enjoyed.

They’d even eaten each other out. He relished the feeling of her tongue sliding between his foreskin and cockhead as she sucked his dick. He enjoyed flicking his tongue on her clit, swollen and peeking out from under her hood.

He wondered once, how different it would be if that first time having sex was painful for women. Imagine, for instance, if they lost the hood to their clitoris, and it was exposed to the seam of her jeans or the rough gusset of her panties. Maybe then they’d understand the plight of men.

It was that one night in her dorm room when she had him bound to her bed. They’d been playing with silk scarves, with her volunteering to have her wrists tied first. He loved how helpless she was, how he could tease and edge her, torment her, before bringing her on a crescendo of an orgasm.

And the cool down, holding each other’s spent bodies, cuddling, tracing paths in the sweat of their skin.

“Is it my turn?” Rose asked Val. They trusted each other, and Val nodded, then lay back and raised his wrists against the headboard. Rose tied his wrists there, then traced down his ribcage with his nails, leaving little white trails as she kissed his chest and abs.

And then she reached his crotch. Her mouth took his erect cock between her lips, rolling it around in her mouth. She knew all of his sensitive spots, her finger delicately brushing against his taint as she nursed on his manhood.

Then, with a sly grin, she rose up, parting her thighs and hovering above his dick. He stammered, “Wait!!” but his cock was hard, pointing straight up.

A string of her arousal dripped down onto his foreskin.

Then she impaled herself on him. Val immediately felt his foreskin shear off inside her. Felt a new level of sensitivity. Her salty juices caused burning around his newly bleeding corona inside her.

As he winced, his cock bobbed inside her, which caused her to have a mini orgasm.

She leaned forward, her hands on his shoulders, her hair covering her face, as she rode his newly sensitive, newly painful cock hard.

“Please, just a second,” Val pleaded. But Rose wouldn’t be deterred.

She started to grind into him, her clit rubbing on his pubic bone as she edged closer and closer to her own climax. And when she did cum, the clenching poised a new level of anguish on Val’s poor pecker.

When Rose had relearned to breathe, she climbed off, and fished out his foreskin from inside her. She winced at the sensitivity, but held it up to the moonlight. Val saw her smile.

Then he saw her reach over to her nightstand, pulling out a jar. When she opened it he immediately identified the smell of formalin from his anatomy class.

She dropped the skin in the liquid, tightened the lid, and put it next to three identical jars in her nightstand.