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Why, I remember trying to preserve my virginity in high school. I would take Elmer's glue and coat my erect penis with it every night, letting layer after layer dry. I would build up a nice, thick glue-skin, pale, ghostly sheath perfectly conformed to every vein and blemish, a secret of my very own. My penis would throb under the weight of the glue-skin, but in a virginal way that made me feel like a good boy. I would sing a little chastity song, a hymn I heard in the halls one wonderful summer, and then I would prepare myself for the unsheathing. Starting at the base of course, I would use a putty knife to pry loose the beginning edge, yes. Pubes were no obstacle! I was, after all, a perennial plucker. Purity! Puuurity! Shivering, muttering sweetness, and gleeful in my chasteness, I would roll up the base, revealing my shiny, pink penis bit by bit until finally I had completely unmasked my pure, virgin penis. O, what a sight! O, what a feeling! New penis! It was like a new penis every time, every night!
I was so sad when I lost my virginity some years ago... Now, glue-skinning is a shameful ritual, one of repentance that can never be.
Young folks, please do not rush these things! Keep the glue on your penis as long as your youth permits!
