The Canterbury Tails

Three Men’s Stories on the Road to Circumcision.

The Kid’s Tail – “Big Brother”

Part One

by

Gareth Walton

Saturdays were the worst of all. Things hadn’t been easy since Dad died but I missed him most of all at the weekends - him taking me to Saturday sports club, driving across town together, just the two of us with all the time in the world to talk. Mum had to work six days a week since he had gone so I had to get there myself now. Get up so early, take the bus downtown, wait in the deserted streets for a transfer and then still have to do the last half mile or so on foot. That Saturday was one of the special ones though because Phil was going to be there to pick me up. My big brother, in his second year in medical school in Virginia, was coming home for the weekend and he was going to collect me on the way. I was really looking forward to seeing him as it had been such a long time since his last visit.

He'd changed so much since he'd been away at college, no longer an awkward kid but really kind of confident now. It seemed like he'd taken a long time to grow up somehow, but despite the big change in him we seemed to get on better than ever. We really seemed to be able to talk to each other properly now, talk about things which I just couldn't share with Mum, about school and stuff and the other kids. He really seemed to understand how it was for me and I was going to see him and have him at home with me the whole weekend.

Mr. O'Shea was a bit late letting us go from training so I didn't waste time changing and ran off down the driveway to where I could see Phil's yellow Beetle already parked on the main street. He saw me coming and started the engine as I slung my bag in the back seat and climbed in, eager to talk to him and catch up on each other's news.

Halfway home, Phil said he was hungry and asked me if I'd like to stop off for something to eat. Pulling into Burger King he asked me if I'd go in and get a couple of takeouts for us. As we slowed, the inevitability of his braking meant he could take his eyes off the road for a second and he turned towards me to speak. I caught the strange look on his face. Something was clearly amiss, but I had no idea what could have happened so suddenly that could have disconcerted him so much. I caught the direction of his gaze and followed it down between my thighs. Shit - it had happened again. I had told Mum so many times that I had outgrown my shorts but she had said I would just have to wait until she got her next pay cheque at the end of the month before she could afford new ones. I felt my face
redden as I looked down to see that the leg of my shorts had ridden up again, leaving my balls hanging very obviously out of the left leg, laying surreally over the edge of the seat.

"Why, my little brother" said Phil. "I didn't realise how big you'd gotten since I've been away. Thats a seriously impressive pair of nuts you have there."

I winced inside as he said it. It was so embarrassing hearing him saying something like that, and I hoped he wasn't going to tease me about the way my balls hung so low like the kids in school sometimes did.

"I suspect some girl is going to be very pleased to get to play with those one day soon" he went on.

I was pleased that he didn't seem to want to tease me, but it felt an uneasy sort of thing for us to be talking about. I was already making to try and get them back into my shorts, worried that if I went into the restaurant they might come loose again like they had one time before on the bus to school, but I felt Phil's hand on my arm.

"We're doing genito-urinary stuff at school this semester" he said. "It would be kinda useful to me if I could just examine them a bit more closely - it would really help me with my research. They sure are a mighty fine pair."

I was going to say I wasn't sure, but even as he was speaking his hands were round my scrotum, firm yet gentle, working my nuts inside their sack, pulling very lightly and lifting them up high, feeling the cords in the long stretch of skin between my cock and balls. It all felt so strange, really weird having my own brother holding my nuts. He was a doctor though, or at least going to be one day, and he did say it would help him in his studies so I suppose it had to be OK, didn't it?"

"Lets have a look at what else you have stowed away up there” he said. Before I really took in what he meant he had lifted the leg of my shorts even further up my leg and released my cock too. I was seriously freaked now. I mean, we were sitting in the forecourt of Burger King. Anyone could have come past. Any of my school friends could have walked by and seen my big brother closely examining my cock and balls. Yet at the same time, I didn't mind. I was pleased by the idea of helping his research. He was being so, like, professional that made it kind of OK so I didn't try and stop him.

"There's something wrong here of course, kid brother" he said as he looked at my cock. My heart thumped. I thought he must have noticed some disease or something that I knew nothing about.

"Yeah, you've still got that damned foreskin. Shit, I'd forgotten that Mum and Dad never got you sorted out."

His fingers were feeling inside my foreskin now, tracing round inside the half inch or so that overhung the end of my cock. God, it felt so strange him doing it, even more so when he started to roll back my hood and examine what was underneath, looking so closely at the stringy thread of skin that he had exposed on the underside of my cock head.

"I just don't know why they didn't get you cut when you were a kid - it would have solved so many problems for you. Your buddies must give you such a hard time in the locker room."

I started to say that I didn't have any problems with it, but he didn't seem to be hearing what I was saying. He was right about the locker room of course, but every kid got teased about something. I didn't like to tell him that with me it wasn't that I was uncut. In fact, I'd never really thought much about how different my cock was from the other boys and it was the way my balls hung so low that got me singled out when the guys were in the mood to give someone a hard time.

"We need to get you nicely circumcised. You need to get a trim, or no girl is going to want to get her lips anywhere near that beauty despite that fine set of hangers. Just take a look at mine little brother."

I was horrified as he started to pull open the buttons of his jeans. Why did he think I needed to look at his dick? I mean, I had seen a cut cock before - there certainly were enough of them on show in the locker room at school to know what one looks like. I was freaked and fascinated at the same time as he opened up his fly and couldn't help but look. Firstly, I was surprised to see that he wasn't wearing any shorts underneath his jeans. What really amazed me though was that he had some sort of metal ring round his cock and balls. I wondered why on earth he had to have that there. Was it some medical condition he had which meant he had to wear it? It looked like it must be really painful, but something stopped me from asking him such a personal question. I think deep down I was worried in case he told me that I needed one too.

"A man's cock doesn't need any damned skin getting in the way. Take a look and see how much better even mine looks. Only trouble is, that old fool doc didn't do the job properly on me and he cut me way too loose. Even I've got too much skin left for what a guy really needs. You can't beat a really proud cut back to the balls - nothing getting in the way, nice and sleek, just your skin taught on your shaft."

For some reason, I thought of the last time I had seen him naked. It was the night after Dad's funeral, and with the house full of relations staying over we'd had to share a bedroom. I remembered seeing him getting undressed, even then his body so much more muscular than mine, and I hadn't been able to stop myself taking a look of his cock. It was true - I had noticed that he had a kind of bunch of skin just above his cock head. When he got out of bed the next morning I had sneaked a look at him again, pretending to be asleep but peeking out though half closed eyes. It looked different then. With the remains of his morning boner on him, the skin had pulled more taught and I noticed how much sleeker it looked, with its purple cock head fully exposed - so different to mine which hid under its covering all the time unless I rolled the skin right back.

He was talking again, and my mind snapped back to the present from that awful time of two years ago. I realised I had only half taken in what he was saying about how much cleaner it was and how much better for sex if you were cut. That was interesting. I had wondered so many times if he was getting sex at college. He had never seemed to have a proper girlfriend whilst he was at home with us and he had never mentioned anyone special at college either. I wondered now if he was speaking from experience or just spouting some stuff out of a textbook. Now he'd put the idea in my head, there was a big difference between my cock and my buddies' and I tried hard to imagine how hard it must be beating off without any skin to use, just that bare knob in the palm of your hand.

"I'll have to have a talk to Mum and see if we get the doc to fix that skin of yours before too much longer."

I told him it really was fine the way it was. The idea of him talking to her about my cock was so awful and the thought that she might then want to talk to me about it even worse. In any case, I was sure there was no way Mum would want me to get cut anyway. I remembered a conversation I had overheard years ago when I had gotten out of bed and gone down to the kitchen late one evening to get a drink and heard her talking to our neighbor. She had just had a baby boy who had been cut that day at the hospital and Mum was telling her about Phil.

Mum and Dad had been at school together in England and gotten married very young, coming to live in America not long after. By the time they got here Phil was already on the way. She was telling Nancy from next-door how overwhelming everything was for them then. She found it real scary being in the big university hospital when he was born and felt very isolated with none of her family around her. The doctors and nurses there had just assumed that Phil was to be circumcised like everyone else. She and Dad had discussed it briefly and weren't at all sure. Dad had never had any trouble with his foreskin and, in fact, neither of them could even remember having seen a cut penis. In the end, they had just gone along as they didn't like to argue with the hospital and thought that the doctors must know best. Indeed, when Mum had timidly questioned if it was really necessary the nurse had snapped at her and said of course it was and he would feel really out of it when he went to school if he was the only one without a circumcision in his class. Scared of doing the wrong thing, in the end it just seemed easier they just let things take their natural course. Poor Phil had been taken off and returned to her with a bandage round his little cock. Afterwards, they were really sorry they hadn't made a stand as Phil had gotten a bad infection. Mum said she felt real guilty when he was so ill and they vowed then that if they had any more boys they'd never let the doctors do it to them again.

I forgot all about my conversation with Phil after a while. I did hear Mum and him discussing something over breakfast early the next morning but they stopped abruptly when I went into the kitchen but nothing more was ever said. I was just glad that the matter seemed to have blown over.

We didn't see Phil again for quite a while after that weekend as he was so busy with his studies and never seemed to have the time to come home. That summer though, it looked like I was going to get to spend some time with him. My Gran in England was going to have to go into hospital to get a new hip and she wanted Mum to go back home to Canterbury and look after her and Granddad until she was up and about again. Mum said there was no way she could afford the fare, and that she couldn't go off and leave me anyway. I knew she really wanted to go and I said I'd be fine at home by myself. Gran phoned again to say of course they would send her the money for the plane and, if she postponed the operation a couple of weeks until the Easter vacation, suggested asking Phil to come by and stay with me. Reluctantly, Mum agreed to ask Phil in the end. He said he wasn't at all sure he could get away for more than a couple of days but suggested that I could go to Virginia and stay with him in college instead. He said it would be easier that way, that I could stay for as long as I liked as he'd really enjoy having me around for a while. In the end, it was all agreed and I was looking so much to spending part of the holidays with my big brother and sharing his new life at college.

Mum went off, still a bit wary of leaving me, and I stayed a couple of days with one of my buddy Jamie until Phil was able to come up and collect me. That Saturday, the first day of the vacation, was fantastic and I felt so glad to be alive as we drove down the Interstate. Phil was obviously really enjoying college life and we were surely going to have a great time together. We arrived at the campus in the early afternoon. Phil pointed out the apartment block where he lived but I was surprised that he drove straight past. He said he'd take me on the University hospital where he was training so we could get something to eat and he could show me around a bit. As we sat down in the food court, two guys came up and joined us and Phil introduced to his two real good friends, Jeff and Carl.

Jeff looked like you imagine a medical student to be with chinos, a polo shirt and short blonde hair. Carl didn't seem likely for the job at all with cropped hair, combat trousers and several earrings. They were both real friendly though and it was obvious Phil had told them all about me. My thoughts drifted as they talked away about people I didn't know and about their work on the wards, but after a while I guessed they realised I was a bit left out and they made an effort to involve me. They asked me what I might like to do during my stay - this sure was going to be such a great couple of weeks.

After a while, Jeff asked Phil if I knew about my surprise, and judging by the way they exchanged looks, Carl knew all about this too. I had no idea Phil was planned anything special. I knew there was a ball game on that afternoon so I wondered if Phil had gotten tickets for us or something. Phil just said "no-not yet. A surprise must be a surprise till the last minute, but he's going to love it!" I didn't try to push him into telling me what it was. I knew Phil well enough - if he wanted to keep a secret you'd never get it out of him.

After they had gotten coffees, Phil said that they were going to show me round a bit and we headed off towards the elevators. They took me into the lecture rooms and the labs and it all looked so exciting and I could see why Phil loved spending time there so much. The place was kind of quiet, being both a Saturday and the vacations, so by the time we got up to the top floor there was no sign of anyone much around apart from us.

"This is the day surgery floor," said Carl. "This is where we've been spending most of our time this last semester."

"Lets take a look in here" said Jeff, and he turned a key in one of the theatre rooms that were all along the long corridor. Once all three of us were inside, I was surprised to see Jeff lock the door again from the inside. I figured that perhaps they weren't supposed to be showing folks round and he didn't want us to be caught out. It was a small room, and made quite crowded by the two trolleys in the middle under a big bright overhead light. They were laid out with sheets on, and alongside each was a small table with an array of metal stuff on them, just like you see in the movies. It was really cool to be there, seeing it for real.

"OK little brother, this is where your treat is going to happen. You are really going to be so glad about it - something you'll get to enjoy for the rest of your life. Jeff and Carl are majoring in surgery, and they are going to sort both our little problems out for us once and for all.”

I just had no idea what he was on about. What little problems?

“Jeff is going to get rid of that hood for you and get you circumcised real neat and tidy like a man and Carl is going to tighten me up so I'm cut nice and tight like I damn well should have been in the first place. And we are going to get it done here, together, side by side. It’s my present to you - the best fuckin thing I could ever do for you kid. What do you say little brother?"

I felt my heart thump in my chest, but I didn't say anything at all. I mean, he was my big brother and he'd gone to so much trouble. It sure seemed to mean a lot to him. And he was going to be a doctor. He had to know best. Didn't he?

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