Years ago I remember reading a book on male sexuality, one that included submitted stories from men all over the world. In one story, a guy shared what it was like for him growing up where all of his friends had foreskin.
He grew up on a farm, and fairly often he and some of his friends would go to the barn for “milking” (this occured when no one else was in the barn). This involved the boys going up into the hay loft and taking off their clothes. Then in turn each guy got down on his hands and knees and the other boys “milked” him, pulling his foreskin back and forth (as far as it would go back, as there was and is variety in foreskin tightness). This guy said everyone always enjoyed seeing the guy shake and moan as the “milk” came out of his cock into the hay. Then the next guy would take his turn, and so forth.
Sounds pretty hot to me! Nothing like that ever happened to me since my year-younger brother and I were the only guys with foreskins when we were growing up. I was never shy about nudity, was never self-conscious, and was never teased. I was glad I had a foreskin!