Stuck

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Note: This is a story I wrote a while ago only for myself, but I have decided to polish it up and publish it. This is pure indulgence of one of my earliest fantasies involving my fetish. No dressing it up for normies. No holding back of any details, no matter how embarrassing, silly, or impossible. No modesty, no shame.

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The first time it ever happened to me I was shocked, even horrified, having no clue what was going on. I figured it had to have been a dream. What else could explain what I was seeing and feeling? But no, it was no dream. It first happened when I was taking a shower, thankfully in the privacy of my own home.

First, a little about my dick. I’ve never been circumcised, and my foreskin has always been pretty long. Maybe even unusually long. I have a slight phimosis, so it’s not impossible to slide it back, but it’s uncomfortable. Therefore, I’ve almost always got a half-inch little nub of skin that extends past the tip. I’ve always been self-conscious of it, embarrassed to change in public locker rooms and such. But despite that, it’s one of my favorite features. By myself, it’s a source of untold pleasure to play with! It’s delightfully soft and stretchy, and can easily stretch a couple inches. And I can pull remarkably hard on it without pain. In fact, it feels good. I can make myself cum just by tugging on it long enough.

But anyway, the strange, impossible thing that happened to me. So there I was in the shower. I had just finished shaving my crotch, and felt it up to see how I had done. The cock and balls were baby smooth, and everything was sparkling clean! Just the way I liked it. Feeling myself like that got me rock hard, till my penis was sticking out in front of me.

I still don’t know how it happened, but this instant is burned into my memory in vivid detail. I wasn’t paying particular attention to where my penis was going, until I felt the sensitive tip of my foreskin brush against the wall. No big deal, right?

But the moment my penis touched the wall, it instantly became stuck to it!

As soon as I started to move, I felt a gentile tug on my foreskin. I looked down, and saw my foreskin stretched out a little, with the tip somehow stuck against the ceramic tile.

Odd.

I pulled back, meaning to pop it loose from the wall. But my foreskin wouldn’t pop loose. I gasped in surprise as the gentle tug became a firm yank! I kept pulling, and watched with growing disbelief as my foreskin continued to stretch and stretch, while the tip stubbornly refused to release its strange grip on the wall. I pulled harder and harder, until my foreskin was stretched taut, as far as it would go. But it still wouldn’t budge. What in the world? The tip of my penis had just randomly gotten stuck to the wall like superglue! HOW??? This was freaky!

But despite my horror, my dick was still hard. Believe it or not, this didn’t hurt a bit. In fact, each tug gave me a little throb of pleasure. The tip was stuck flat against the wall, forming an airtight seal, and when I pulled on it my foreskin vacuum-packed itself around my glans, which sucked and tugged at it.

But I was too horrified by this impossible situation to care about that. I gave a few more tugs, each stronger than the last, but it simply wouldn’t come loose. I couldn’t believe it! My penis was stuck to the wall! Like, really, really stuck! Most frightening of all was that I couldn’t even begin to explain why. This didn’t make any sense!

I realized I was going to need both hands to get my penis loose, but I was still holding my razor. I didn’t want to just drop it on the bathtub floor for fear of stepping on it, so I tried to reach for the basket at the other end of the stall. I had to stretch to reach it, and by stretch I mean my dick was stretched out like elastic! As I turned towards the basket, by dick was pulled to one side so hard that I could feel it pulled around my hip as it stretched. But I did reach the basket after a considerable struggle, and safely placed my razor there.

Turning back to my stuck dick, I gripped the stretched-out foreskin between the thumb and forefinger of both hands. I tugged at it, picked at it, and tried to jiggle it loose. The adhered skin didn’t even begin to separate from the ceramic. I couldn’t believe how hard it was stuck! It was like I’d touched it wet to a frozen flag pole!

My brain reeled trying to make sense of what was happening. There was no glue, no cold metal: just the two surfaces stuck together with nothing! I’d never heard of anyone’s skin just suddenly getting stuck to a solid object for no reason, yet bursa escort bayan there it was. All I had done was brush the tip of my foreskin against the bathroom wall for a second, and it became stuck to it just like that!

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down, then tried to think through this. But all I could think of was keep trying to pull myself free. And so, I pulled. I pulled straight back until my dick was stretched as far as it would go: about six inches for the penis itself and an additional four inches of stretched foreskin. Those ten inches were as far as I could get myself away from the wall. I grabbed the stretched-out dick with both fists and yanked. Leaning back, I jerked the stretched dick up and down like a taut violin string, getting furious at it. Damn, was it stuck on there! But I kept struggling. I braced my hands flat against the wall and yanked my hips back hard. I gritted my teeth and groaned loudly as I pulled harder and harder, tugging with all my strength, until my dick was stretched out like a bungee cord. I pulled until I started to feel pain, but I ignored both pleasure and pain and continued to struggle. But despite all my struggles and all my strength, nothing would give! My penis was STUCK!

Soon the water turned cold, and I knew I had to turn it off or I would be shivering in less than a minute. Once again, I had to stretch and struggle to reach the far side of the tub. But no sooner had I shut the water off, I realized I still had some soap on me. And so, I struggled once again to turn the water back on, and quickly and finished rinsing off my armpits. And I must say, it was a very interesting feeling performing such a routine task as rinsing off in the shower with my penis mysteriously stuck to the wall. After one final stretch to turn the water back off, I took only a quick breather before continuing my futile struggle, not bothering to towel off. I don’t know if I even could have reached my towel.

I pulled and pulled. I yanked and tugged. I twisted and stretched. I tried to walk backwards, tried to pull my pelvis as far away from the wall as I could. I leaned back, using my bodyweight to pull harder, but nothing seemed to work! There I was, my bodyweight actually suspended by my own stuck dick! My poor foreskin stretched and stretched to previously unachieved lengths. I couldn’t believe it; it was stretching longer than my penis now! It was a good eight or nine inches past my glans. I had never even known my foreskin could stretch that far!

But no matter how hard I pulled, the tip of my foreskin stayed stuck fast! It reminded me of chewed gum stuck to a table, or a tongue stuck to a lamppost. But none of these things could have explained it. Nothing could explain it! My penis was just stuck! Absolutely… hopelessly… STUCK!!!

I must have kept up the fight for an hour, maybe more. But eventually, I had exerted myself to my limit. My heart was pounding, my lungs gasped for air. I had to lean against the wall for support. As I leaned there, recovering, until I could stand up straight again. And then I just stood there. I looked down at my stuck dick, almost accepting of my situation.

In my mind, I gave a name to the unexplained phenomenon: I named it ‘stuck.’ As in, a noun. ‘Stuck’ was pure adhesive force that needed no substance or physical manifestation other than the two surfaces it bound together. Yes, ‘stuck’ was what was holding my dick to the wall. And stuck was powerful, stronger than mortal strength. Stuck had me beaten, I was at the mercy of stuck. Stuck. I mouthed the word a few times, hearing its name on my voice. Stuck, stuck, stuck. What caused stuck; where did it come from? I didn’t know, but strangely, giving it a name had eased the uncomfortable fright of the unknowable and impossible.

I have no concept of how long I was stuck there. It was hours, at least. All I know is that my skin was perfectly dry at one point, and I was still stuck. I had long since given up on pulling. I knew it was futile. All I could do was stand there, accepting my fate.

As the hours ticked by, boredom took over. At this point, I just needed something, anything to do to occupy my mind. That was when I noticed I was getting erect again. As I said earlier, my foreskin really likes being pulled on, and can take some serious pulling!

Well, there was an answer for what to do! I started pulling again, but not quite so violently now. Well, a little violently, maybe. I was actually pretty amused by watching my foreskin stretch and retract, stretch and retract over and over. bursa escort sitesi One tug after another, sort of like having sex, except instead of thrusting I was pulling.

The pleasure started building immediately! The skin sliding up and down my shaft and over my glans, pulling tight around it and relaxing again was probably doing similar things as a woman’s vagina. I closed my eyes and imagined I was having sex with a fantasy lover: voluminous blonde hair, wide hips and a tight waist, large, spherical breasts with the hugest nipples you’ve ever seen, and a beautifully shaven, greedy, ravenous pussy! But instead of pushing myself into her over and over, I was trying to pull myself out of her, but her womanhood loved my manhood so much that it wouldn’t let it go.

Then I opened my eyes again, and I was back to reality. It wasn’t my lover’s vagina anymore, but a lifeless, unfeeling wall. Strangely, this suddenly excited me too! There was the shock and horror of the impossible made real, but also the mystery and eroticism of my most intimate part being inexplicably and hopelessly stuck to a stationary wall by some powerful magic force, my supple, sensitive foreskin being stretched to the absolute limit of pleasure! Stuck! I loved stuck so much!

Oh, yes! My foreskin was stuck to the wall! Stuck, stuck, stuck! So absolutely and hopelessly stuck! In the moments before orgasm, a part of me actually hoped that my foreskin would be stuck there for the rest of eternity! I couldn’t bear the thought of this bliss ever ending.

This went on for almost an hour. It takes me a long time to cum just from foreskin play, but the slow buildup always results in the hugest orgasms. When I finally began to climax, I took a step back, clenched my fists at my side, and gave one last mighty yank with my hips as my dick throbbed in ecstasy! My foreskin stretched like a tensed rubber band; it had to be over a foot past the glans! I watched as semen pumped from my penis and into my foreskin, swelling it up. With the tip sealed tightly against the wall, the semen had nowhere to go. One pump after another, the vacuum-packed tube of skin began to thicken with cum. When I was all out of strength, my dick head snapped back to the wall, and the foreskin swelled like a balloon. But the cum wasn’t finished. Pump after euphoric pump, it swelled my foreskin until I could see the veins in the stretched-out skin. The bulb stretched wider and wider to the point of pain. I was gritting my teeth in a mix of pleasure and pain when it finally stopped. My foreskin had swelled to the size of a plum. What a load!

I gasped when it was done, suddenly giving up my struggle and leaning against the wall. But I found it hard to relax for long because of the tightness in my foreskin. I looked at the swollen sack of flesh. How was I going to get rid of the semen now? It kind of hurt! I was dreading that letting myself orgasm had been a terrible idea.

But then I started to feel something that gave me hope. I felt a tiny tickle at the tip of my foreskin, like a tiny fold of skin had pulled free. Then, another tickle as another piece of skin seemed to come free from the wall. Then, as suddenly as it had stuck there in the first place, the tip of my foreskin finally released itself from the wall. There was an explosion of semen as the pressure caused by the over-tensed flesh finally released. It was all over the wall and all over me! I was lucky none got on my face.

I felt so relieved! My foreskin was throbbing! It was red and raw from all that punishment. I felt it. It was warm and loose from all the stretching, but nothing seemed to be damaged. Even the part that had adhered felt fine. It had come away clean. The tile it had stuck to was unremarkable, too. There was nothing else except the semen still dripping down it. I ran my thumb over the accursed spot, but there was no residue of any kind of glue left behind, no marks or evidence of any kind that anything strange had ever happened there. It was just an ordinary bathroom wall.

I needed to clean myself up. I turned on the water. I had been stuck to the wall for so long that there was actually warm water again. When I got out of the shower it was dark out. It had been hours! As weirded out as I was about what had happened to me, I was dead tired after my ordeal. I climbed still naked into bed and went out like a light.

It’s hard to put experiencing the impossible behind you. The event hung over me for a long time, with me completely at a loss to comprehend any of it. The more I tried to think of a rational explanation, the more I convinced myself it was something supernatural: a curse or maybe the devil playing a joke on me. Perhaps a glitch in reality. Stuck: a paranormal phenomenon, and I had experienced it myself. Had other people experienced stuck, or was I the only one? Was it just a penis thing, or could it happen to any part of your skin? I imagined some busty babe brushing the tips of her large, pointed, womanly nipples against the shower wall and suddenly finding them inexplicably stuck fast. Would she be as fascinated by the experience as I had been, or would it just be pure terror? I like to imagine the former. Or maybe two lesbian lovers would kiss, and suddenly find their lips unwilling to separate… or other parts of them. Could that have actually happened?

I never told anybody about what had happened to me. I would have died of embarrassment, and they certainly wouldn’t have believed me, anyway. However, more often than not, remembering what it felt like to have my foreskin stuck to a wall gave me a boner. Despite the weirdness, it had been an extremely erotic experience. Most if the times I masturbated since then, all I thought about stuck. Sometimes I’d recreate the shower incident in my head as I tugged hard on my foreskin, and sometimes it was something new.

As much as ‘stuck’ dominated my fantasies, I was too afraid to let my foreskin touch the shower again. I’d stand there for minutes on end, contemplating it, but I couldn’t work up the courage. What if stuck never let go this time?

No, I had to wait for another accident for it to happen a second time. The next time was in my bedroom on a Saturday night. I was undressing for bed when my boner accidentally touched the bedpost. I shouted in surprise as I felt my foreskin instantly stick to it. Several solid tugs revealed that my dick was stuck good and hard! My pulse began to rage in a mix of fright and excitement! Stuck! Regardless of whether I feared it or yearned for it, stuck had happened again!

Even though my heart was racing, I wasn’t nearly as terrified as the first time. This was something I had seen before, and I had a pretty good idea of how to free myself. But I didn’t want it to end too quickly.

I took my hands away from my dick and just pulled straight back with my body. I let my dick stretch out, pulling the foreskin out as long as it would go. I decided I would have a rematch and try to pull it free by force this time, though in the back of my mind I knew I wanted to fail. And DAMN was my foreskin STUCK! No matter how hard I pulled, it stayed stuck fast to the bedpost. I experimented, trying anything I could think of except the one cure. It was hopelessly stuck! Just like the last time, I pulled and twisted and yanked and tugged. I pulled from every angle, I strained my muscles, I jerked violently enough to make the bedframe shudder.

I toyed and struggled into the night in utter ecstasy! Hours passed. By the time the sun was starting to peek over the horizon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to come. I started pulling straight back again with a quick rhythm. I supplemented my tugging with some stroking of my fist. When I started cumming, I pulled back and held it, savoring the brutal tension on my sensitive foreskin. So much pleasure with just the right amount of pain to spice it up.

The load wasn’t quite so bad as last time. I breathed a sigh of utter release, and for a moment, there was an uneasy stillness. I had finished my orgasm, but my skin still clung fast. Uh-oh. Was it not going to be so easy this time? Thankfully, after only a few seconds I felt my skin starting to peel away from the wood. I pulled back to help it come loose, but this seemed to have no effect. It was going to come free on its own time, and not a moment sooner. At the last second, in the interest of avoiding a semen explosion in my bedroom, I pinched the tip of my foreskin to keep it contained. An instant later, the tip popped fully loose and I was free again. I emptied my foreskin into the waste basket and wiped myself off with a tissue.

Again, I stared at the end of my foreskin, pondering what made that strange thing happen. What in the world was stuck?

Nowadays, if I’m taking a shower and I don’t have anywhere to be for the next hour or two, I’ll touch my penis to the wall. It doesn’t always work. In fact, I’m lucky if I can get it to happen once a month. But when it does stick, lucky me! I’ll take my shower as normal with my dick stuck as foreplay. The added challenge of showering with my dick stuck to a wall turns me on like nothing else! Every movement I make, every time I turn to reach something, every time I try to lean over, I can feel my penis being pulled on hard enough to restrain me. By the time I’m clean, I’ll turn the water off and tug away till I cum myself free. God, I love stuck so much!

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