Foreskin Balloon

Well... I can imagine what is going through your mind from the title. Hold on though.
I'm an Englishman in small town America. I'm originally from Wolverhampton. That's all you're gonna get about me today. Don't worry I love nothing more than talking about myself but I can't be arsed right now, I have pizza to eat.

It seems the one thing the American health system is pretty good at is slicing foreskin. The Lanky Yank as she will be known is not used to that bit extra I have in my trousers. I would say pants but I don't wear any or speak like an American...yet, hopefully never. Ever since we met she has been fascinated with my excess skin, my "dick hoodie". She's always playing with it, which I don't mind of course.
One day she says "Can I blow up your foreskin?" Strangely I didn't see this as weird in anyway and said "YES!". It's now very much a part of our relationship. It feels nice actually, it's nothing sexual. If she blows too hard in can be painful. We just like to mess around with each other. It's amazing how comfortable we are with each other. I feel completely at ease all of the time. I can just be...me.


There you go, you can expect more of the same.