Many gay guys across the USA are circumcised. Whether that’s for religious reasons or cultural norms, the US is one of those countries where rates of circumcision are relatively high.

Although circumcision rates are declining slighting – latest data indicates 58% of newborn males are being circumcised – you’re still less likely to encounter an uncut cock when you’re hooking up or cruising for some fun.

We generally don’t get any say in whether or not we’re circumcised and some guys do experience negative physical and psychological consequences from the procedure.

Which brings us to foreskin stretching.

Have you considered foreskin stretching as a way to try and reverse your circumcision and restore your foreskin?

What’s the Appeal of a Cut Cock That Makes Circumcision Popular in the First Place?

A very small number of men develop a medical condition known as phimosis – which we discussed in our last foreskin stretching article for uncut guys. This is a tightening of the penis that makes it difficult for the foreskin to retract. This condition can cause pain and discomfort. There’s a range of ways that phimosis can be treated – the most extreme of these is circumcision, removing the foreskin.

Phimosis is pretty much the only medical reason that a foreskin needs to be removed. To quantify how many men that impacts, less than 1% of men will develop phimosis and only a small percentage of those will require circumcision. It’s pretty rare. If you are experiencing discomfort because of foreskin tightness, talk to a medical professional about it to explore your treatment options.

The main reason that people circumcise their sons is for religious reasons. Both Judaism and Islam have a tradition of circumcision.

Cultural norms are the other reason that people choose to circumcise their sons. In countries such as the US and South Korea, it became just something that everyone did, for no particular reason.

There are some downsides to circumcision – a study of around 1,300 men found that foreskin removal created lower sexual pleasure and orgasm intensity, along with increased effort required to achieve orgasm. Reduced sensitivity is not ideal during a hot horny gay hookup or gay park cruising hookup when you’re feeling pressure to both try and cum at the same time.

While desensitisation could potentially make you an excellent bator and gooner – allowing for prolonged edging – you don’t need to be circumcised to experience that.

Can the Foreskin Grow Back After Circumcision?

Circumcision is a permanent procedure – once your foreskin has been removed then it doesn’t grow back.

However, skin is relatively pliable and can be stretched – which is why foreskin stretching is an option that guys often explore when seeking to “restore” their foreskin.

Foreskin stretching attempts to increase the length of the skin that remains on the shaft of the penis.

How Should I Use a Foreskin Stretcher?

Foreskin stretching involves applying gentle, consistent tension to the foreskin. It’s not an exact science but you should expect to commit to at least a year of consistency and patience before you can expect to see any results.

You can buy foreskin stretchers from online retailers – they’ll often be marketed as phimosis treatments.

If you’re interested in exploring foreskin stretching, you may need to try a few different devices to find something that works for you. Follow the instructions provided. You can expect to feel some discomfort but it shouldn’t be painful.

What other options are there apart from foreskin stretchers?

If foreskin stretching doesn’t give you the results that you were hoping for, there’s a range of sex-toys that can help enhance your masturbation. Silicone sleeves such as a flesh-light can help create smooth sliding stimulation without irritating friction.

Opting for a high-quality lube is another way of minimising the negative impacts of circumcision. Silicone-based lube will give you maximum viscosity – ideal for extended bate sessions or hook-up encounters.

Using a natural moisturiser on a regular basis will also help protect the skin. Something such as cocoa-butter or shea-butter is an organic product that is readily absorbed by the skin and helps maintain moisture and sensitivity. Avoid low-cost commercial moisturisers – you don’t want to put anything toxic on your dick.

It’s also worth rethinking your underwear choices. What you’re looking to do is protect the head of the penis as much as possible – avoiding friction. Opting for soft briefs that cushion and support your penis will help protect your sensitivity more than loose cotton boxers where the cock-head is constantly rubbing and chafing against the fabric.

Ultimately, you need to learn to love the cock that you have. You are not defined by your dick. What your dick looks like doesn’t determine whether or not you’re an interesting person or whether or not you’re a quality hook-up. Whether or not you’ve got a foreskin doesn’t matter – what you do with your cock is what counts.

After knocking on the wall, I crouched down to talk to my new neighbor. The curtain slid open, and a friendly young face looked out.

I opened my mouth to say: “Hi, I’m your ….”

Before I could say more, he leaned out and kissed me. His tongue pushed into my mouth, sloppy, hot and intense French kissing as we moved our hands over each other’s bodies.

In a moment, I slid into the capsule pod in Shinjuku Kuyakusho-mae Capsule Hotel, head first, and we were in a 69 position in the tight space. 

His stiff dick pushed into my face, and I felt his stiff cock graze against my open mouth, the cotton of his pajamas wet with my saliva as I tried to suck his dick through the fabric. Of course, we soon pulled each other’s pajamas off. 

His body was lean with toned muscle, and his face sported a pencil-thin mustache that tickled me when he took my cock in his mouth. He sucked hard on my dick, greedily and eagerly aiming to get the whole piece of man meat in his mouth and tickling the back of his throat.

After giving his cock an appreciative licking, I took the head of his dick into my mouth, savoring the intoxicating sensations as his erection swelled. At the same time, his tongue played around my cock head. Soon we found ourselves in the necessary rhythm, greedily inhaling each other’s cocks.

I forced myself to be quiet, but the experience was getting hot, and it was hard for me not to be a bit vocal when hooking up. As the pleasure came to a peak and I came hard into Lean N Horny’s mouth (I later learned his name was Trevor), I tried to muffle my screams of ecstasy for a moment releasing his pulsing cock from my mouth just as his load of hot cum splattered all over my face. 

As we lay together head to toe, I whispered the original reason for my visit.

“I overheard you talking to your friend about this hotel being a gay paradise, and I came to warn you that it’s not a gay bathhouse.” 

A few minutes earlier, after hearing this, I had looked out of my pod in time to see a slender 30-something white guy climb into the capsule across from mine as his friend walked away. They spoke with British accents and had the look of boarding school boys: cute, modest and tidy. I had to warn them before they got into trouble. 

Tokyo Capsule Hotels: Are Gay Hookups Allowed Here?

A month ago, when I was planning my travels, I had thought the same thing: that this Tokyo capsule hotel, Shinjuku Kuyakusho-mae Capsule Hotel, was a gay hotel. Several websites described it that way. Fortunately, my well-travelled friend in Vancouver set me straight when I bragged about my reservation at a Japanese “gay” hotel. 

Although it was not a gay venue, it was the least expensive bed and breakfast in town.

As I lay squeezed into the capsule intertwined with Trevor’s sexy legs, we whispered. He and his friend Graham had gone to boarding school together, and together, they discovered “homosexual pleasures.” They were now just friends, not being each other’s type, both submissive bottoms in search of a gay daddy. They were touring Japan for a month.

Graham was in capsule 87 further down the corridor, and we went to tell him about the misunderstanding. Graham was handsome in a chunky puppy way with a mop of blond curls. It was nice knowing I had two sexy friends so close, even if nobody else in the hundred capsules considered this a gay hotel. It was the afternoon, and hardly anyone else was there as I took the two lads on a tour of the hotel.

The men’s bath area was located on the first floor, while the women’s bath area was situated on the second. Sleeping capsules for men were on the third floor, and those for ladies were on the fourth. Before male and female areas, there is a check-in desk followed by lockers.

The guests leave their luggage and change from outside clothing and footwear into slippers and pajamas. In the bath spa area, there are sinks with plastic stools, buckets and spray hoses. There are shelves to leave your pajamas, slippers and towel.

The capsule hotel could be mistaken for a bathhouse, given the various water features and amenities available, with an accompanying “ritual cleansing” protocol.

The ritual cleansing begins with filling your bucket and washing the stool, the counter, and the surrounding area. Then, soapy water is applied to every part of your body, and you rinse off. 

Then, you are welcome to submerge yourself in a series of progressively hotter small pools until you emerge pink and hot from the hottest water. Then, you plunge into the cold pool before entering the sauna to sit in the steamy wooden chamber. 

Gay bath or not, the hotel’s bathhouse and water features were a huge turn-on; all those naked Japanese guys, most of them young, slender, with delicate faces. It was an effort of will not to stare and an act of mind over matter to prevent my cock from standing at full attention at the sight of these sexy fellows.

Why Choose a Capsule Hotel Like Shinjuku Kuyakusho-mae Capsule Hotel when in Tokyo?

Tokyo’s capsule hotels are the most affordable place to stay in this vast and expensive city, and many of these hotels also feature onsens, Japan’s renowned hot spring baths or public bathhouses. Those with overnight accommodation are often called ryokans. 

The tradition of the onsen goes back over a thousand years and is a defining part of the country’s culture.

Before modernization, private homes did not have bathing facilities. The Ring of Fire nation has volcanoes, as well as the resulting thermal springs of hot water, so public bathing houses were established around these natural hot springs. Although there are fewer onsens today, as most homes now have bathing facilities, these are still a popular escape where people go to relax with friends, soaking away their aches and cares.

Is There a Gay Village to Explore in Tokyo’s Shinjuku District?

The one we were in was located in Tokyo’s Shinjuku district, the city’s most densely populated area, characterized by high-rises and futuristic architecture. In the heart of the world’s largest city, our onsen was not powered by natural hot spring water. 

The Shinjuku location was ideal for exploring Tokyo’s attractions and also close to the city’s gay bars and clubs. 

That night, I led Trevor and Graham into the gay neighborhood called N-Chrome, an area with dozens of gay bars and clubs. We started with a couple of drinks at the Eagle, a friendly bar with bear bartenders and music that wasn’t overwhelmingly loud.

From there, we moved to Fuji, a gay bar that attracts mature local guys and also Western men, tourists and ex-pats. By our second drink, karaoke had begun, and soon I joined the boys in a spirited, if not very harmonious version of the old Village People song YMCA, complete with the hand movements.

As the night wore on, we lamented that our sleeping pods were not big enough for us to have a gay threesome. However, by the time we made it back to the hotel, we were all past the point where any kind of sex was possible. A good thing, considering a threesome at that hour would have woken up the whole place. We headed to our respective capsules to sleep off the effects of too many cocktails.

The next morning, I took the Japanese hangover cure. After a ritual cleansing, I immersed myself in the medium-hot pool and lingered for a couple of minutes, then I plunged into the cold pool and jumped out just as quickly. A few minutes in the hot pool, I was ready to linger in the sauna to sweat out the toxins of Tokyo’s nightlife.

By the time I emerged from the steamy room, I was back to normal and back to discreetly noticing naked Japanese guys all around me. Among that sexy throng, I spotted Trevor and Graham coming out of the hot pool. Their skin was enticing pink, and their bodies dripped water. Graham leaned over and whispered, “If you like, in ten minutes, I’ll be in capsule 87.”

I waited ten minutes and tapped on number 87. Graham opened the curtain and beckoned me in. I slid in beside him, wrapping my arms around his soft, naked body, still warm from the sauna.

I kissed his soft lips, pushing my tongue into his mouth. My cock was stiff and poking at him through my pajamas. He tugged my pants down and pulled up my shirt so our stomachs pressed together. His pretty curving cock was smaller than mine but stiff as iron. We began to caress and rub each other’s bodies, both letting our stiff dicks poke at each other’s flesh, kissing passionately while our hands roamed over our bodies.

My fingers found his hot ass hole, gently rubbing the rim. He reached across for a tube of lube and a condom, tearing the wrapper off with his teeth and then stretching it over my throbbing rod.

I pushed some lube into his ass with a circular motion until he began to open up so I could slide a slippery finger inside. He turned onto his side and pushed his eager and horny asshole onto my cock.

I slowly rocked back and forth, pushing deeper into him, and he pushed back, enveloping my prick, tightening around me and moaning loudly.

“Shh, quiet baby,” I whispered, but he couldn’t help moaning even louder. I put my hand over his mouth to stifle his cries, and the feel of his lips and tongue against my palm got me going, and I pumped my dick into him harder, causing the fibreglass walls of the capsule to wobble noisily.

I fucked him harder until I started to cum, still holding my hand over his mouth as he moaned and whimpered while he jerked a gush of cum against the wall.

We lay fused on the capsule mattresses as our breath slowed down. Graham turned for a kiss and said, “Thank you, Daddy.”

I smiled and winked, then pulled up my pajama pants and eased myself out of the capsule. Across the passage in the opposite capsule, the curtain was open, and a lovely Japanese guy was watching me while he stroked his cock.

For a place that wasn’t a gay hotel, I was attracting all the action I could handle.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Andy Oh lives in the rainforest near Vancouver, Canada. He travels the world in search of sensual delights to share with his readers. He also writes about and creates homo-erotic art. He is Urplaypal on Squirt.org, and you can email him at andy.oh@hotmail.com