Three men’s stories on the road to circumcision.
I was already amused by it all whilst I was
sitting in the day surgery waiting room on that long awaited day. Later, as the
doc was giving me the first injection in my shaft I was smiling at the idea. I
actually couldn't help laughing out loud as he pulled my long foreskin out to
its fullest extent to mark up where he was going to cut. I wasn't surprised
when he asked if I was feeling alright - there can't be many patients about to
have part of their dick removed who find it funny. I knew he must have thought
I was mad but I just couldn't help it, thinking of their faces on the repeat
trip we'd be taking together the following month. I'd just about be healed up
by then, perhaps even ready to put my new model through its paces a little. But
it was their faces I wanted to see. To catch their expression when they
realised what they were seeing. When they saw that I was circumcised, that my
long foreskin just wasn’t there anymore. Gone. Forever. The end of my cock as
bare or, if the doctor followed my instructions and cut to the max, perhaps
even barer than their own. Even more
than that, I wanted to see them realise that, unlike them, I'd chosen to become
a circumcised man. To voluntarily opt in. That it was important enough to me
for me to be circumcised just because I wanted to be - that I chosen to embrace
and relish what had been done to them without their consent. I’d wanted so much
something they’d just had to accept, like it or not.
It was so strange how it had all come about. A year earlier I wouldn't have believed what was happening to me at that moment in the clinic. Like most Brits, I'd always taken my foreskin completely for granted. Circumcision wasn't anything I'd really even thought about. OK, I saw plenty of cut American guys on my videos, but it was the fact that they were all so fit and hung that I'd enjoyed, not the fact that their cocks had been laid completely bare. If anything, I'd occasionally regretted the fact that you never saw any cocks like mine in the shots, never any close ups of skin getting worked on, no hoods being worked back and forth as the guys wanked off. Only tight cut all-American studs who probably thought foreskins were some kind of problem they were better off without, if they ever thought about them at all that is. Mine had always worked just fine though and I'd certainly never once thought about what it would be like to be without it. Looking back, it seemed so bizarre thinking of the mental journey I had made leading up to that moment there in the clinic - the doctor with my numbed foreskin stretched out tight in a pair of forceps about, at my own special request, to cut as much of it off as he could and to take out my frenum too.
So how had it all happened? Rob had been
scheduled to go to the conference in Australia but his mother had been taken
ill the day before they were all due to travel. I was the only person in the
office with no family commitments - the only one who was free to take his place
at the last minute. It was a rush getting to the Australian embassy to get a
visa but I just managed it. How different the rest of my life might have been
if I hadn’t just managed to catch that train up to London and if they hadn't
been so helpful and managed to process me on the spot. Almost before I had time
to think, the four of us were sitting on the plane waiting to take off.
Kirk was from the Canterbury branch too but he
was new to the job and I didn’t know him well. Originally from South Carolina,
he had lived in the UK since his teens when his parents had got jobs in London
and he had long since decided to make England his home. Nevertheless, he still
seemed very American with his clean-cut looks, his Dockers-and-Polo-shirt way
of dressing and his only slightly diminished Southern drawl. As to the others,
it was nice to be able to put faces to people I only knew as voices over the
phone and I soon realised that they were going to be good fun to travel with.
Daniel was from the Heathrow branch, a little older than me with very good
Mediterranean looks. It never occurred to me that he was Jewish until it was
dinner time on the plane and the flight attendant came round with a kosher meal
for him. Mehtin from the City office was in his early twenties and certainly
full of good humour. His London accent showed that he had lived there at least
since his school days but I knew from his name and looks that his family must
be Turkish. Even so, the fact that he must have been Muslim didn't seem to stop
him from joining us in making the most of the in-flight bar service. In fact,
despite Kirk's initial American reluctance to knock back the booze, it was a
pretty ribald journey all round and I warmed greatly to all my newfound
friends.
Despite the companionable
journey we were all very travel weary by the time we reached Brisbane at the
crack of dawn two days later. Our stopover had just been a couple of hours on
the ground at Singapore for re-fuelling so it was bad timing that our first
conference session was scheduled for later that same morning. Our company had
been too mean to pay for an extra night away from home and it would probably
have been slightly less awful to have had to get straight to work rather than have
just a couple of hours to stay awake before business started – a long time to
keep going but not enough time for any serious sleep. Kieran, our Australian
counterpart, was due to meet us off the plane and, jetlagged as I was, it was
impossible not to notice how sexy he was - one of the classic big framed Oz
hunks that I had admired so much in the Earls Court bars. Equally impossible to
miss and, interestingly, I caught Danny's eyes taking in the same thing, was
that even through his designer suit you couldn’t help but notice that he was
very well stacked.
He greeted us like old friends and explained
that as our hotel was too far away he'd take us straight into town where, if
we'd like to freshen up, he'd arrange for us to be guests at his health club.
We could have a shower, even to take a swim if we wanted some exercise. It all
sounded very welcome after hours on the plane. I nodded off in the car, but we
were soon downtown and Kieran booked us into his club. All us Brits were keen
on a swim but Kieran said he'd go and work out a bit in the gym and catch up
with us later. He certainly looked like someone who took a lot of care to stay
in shape.
It was almost deserted in the pool, and
stretching our limbs was just what we needed. All of us ploughed up and down,
only pausing to exchange good-natured insults as we passed each other in our
respective lanes. I was the last one out of the pool, reluctant to give up on
the exercise and face starting work As I walked towards the showers I could
hear the voices and laughter of my colleagues above the splash of water. Even
though I didn't really fancy any of them, I couldn't help but feel a frisson of
excitement as I headed there myself, knowing that I'd get to see three of my
colleagues in the buff any minute – that sort of thing always gave me a bit of
a buzz. I was distracted as I finally got there when Daniel hurled a well-aimed
sponge with a matching insult at me as I put my foot through the door and made
to join them under the jets of steaming water.
"I thought you'd drowned!" he said.
"No, I bet he's just too embarrassed to
come and join us,” added Kirk.
"Not surprised" added Meht.
"Yeah - not surprised at all, given,
err,,,, the "circumstances" said Kirk, with a rather strange emphasis
on the last word.
“What you on about?" I replied. I'd never
been the least concerned about walking round in the nude so I certainly wasn’t
embarrassed about anything and I
wondered what banter this was leading up to. I got the feeling I had come late
into a conversation that had already been up and running for a while.
"Well, want a clue - English boy?"
“How about.... “parmesan”?"
"How about....”gorgonzola”?"
"How about.... “hosepipes?”"
"How about.... “roundheads and
cavaliers”?"
I was
puzzled. What had so much cheese and English history got to do with anything?
"How about….”, and I could tell they were
reaching their dénouement from Kirk’s sniggery school boy delivery, “doggy
dicks"?”
"How about…." but Kirk's comment had
caused the penny to drop in my mind. A Jew, a Muslim and a Yankee. My eyes
couldn't help taking in their crotches in confirmation of what my mind had just
twigged. Daniel's short thick cock with a ruche of puckered skin behind his
large, bare glans.
Mehtin's, longer and thinner with a very obvious and slightly uneven band of
different coloured skin behind his equally exposed mushroom head. Kirk's cock,
by far the biggest, and looking so bare and sleek that you could almost think he had been born that way. They saw
the realisation dawn on my face and laughed as they did so. Of course, I was
the only one who wasn't circumcised.
Despite their obvious good nature, I felt a
rush of blood to my face. Anger, embarrassment, excitement - I wasn't sure. One
thing was for certain, I had never felt so aware of my foreskin. I had
certainly never been in a situation with a
group of men when I was the odd one because of having one. It was a part of me which had always got completely
taken for granted. Automatically, as if I didn't know what it looked like, I
couldn't help but look down at it, thick and hanging over the end of my
dick-head by a good couple of centimeters.
For once in my life, I was completely lost for
words.Luckily I was rescued from this strange moment by the shower room door
banging shut as Kieran came in, sweating hard after his workout in the gym. He
carried his towel and sponge bag in front of him, hiding his groin from our
view. Still in a sort of state of shock, I was a second or two behind the
others in grasping the unspoken significance of the moment. As he put his stuff
down and began to turn to join us under the water the tension in the air
suddenly became palpable. The poor guy - he must have wondered what was so
strange about his naked form that it caused us all to bellow with laughter.
Under normal conditions, it would have been his tight body and very sizeable
cock and balls that grabbed my attention, but today all I took in was the fact
that his large glans was almost totally visible, just a tiny remains of
foreskin leading up to his helmet ridge but
with nowhere near enough skin left to ever cover it properly. He too was
permanently laid bare as his big circumcised cock swung slightly from side to
side as he walked towards us.
The
conversation in the shower had immediately turned to the work ahead of us. Even
though Kieran did seem a bit puzzled as to what we had found so amusing as he
came in to join us, he didn't ask and none of the British contingent seemed to
be keen on prolonging the bizarre discussion of foreskins or the lack of them
in front of him.
All of that day my mind kept returning to the
strange event at the health club. As the presentations at the conference droned
on through my haze of jet lag I couldn't help the idea of what it must be like
to be circumcised from creeping into my mind. In particular, I’d had a real
insight into what it must be like to be the odd one out in that department.
Thinking back fifteen years or so, the two cut boys out of my class of 32 at
school suddenly had my sympathy, mixed now with a strange new interest as well.
We had sometimes teased them about their different cocks and I knew now what it
must have felt like to have such a vital and personal part of you look so
different from everyone else. I wondered if they had shared some strange bond
as the only two roundheads amongst a class full of cavaliers like my three
fellow revelers seemed to have done earlier at the pool. For once, they had
been the majority in our small group in the showers.
Thinking back to school again, I remembered
too being horrified when it became known that a boy in another class was going
to get cut over the summer holidays. I felt sorry for him at the time, but
now....... The idea of having your dick changed so radically brought a
different sort of sensation to mind. At school, to be different in any way
wasn't ever a very good idea. But now...... In some strange way I liked the
idea of everyone seeing that my cock was something out of the ordinary. At the
health club, the cut trio from London were in a majority for a change but I
became really intrigued by the idea of them being in a minority back home.
Going to the swimming baths and being the only one who didn't have a foreskin
to wash under in the showers. Looking out for a slight sense of surprise on the
face of someone you were having sex with someone for the first time as they
finally got to see your cock and didn’t find the usual covered head. Someone
glancing over the stall in the gents and doing a double take at the denuded
cock lying in your hand. Looking back, some kind of seed had certainly been
planted in my mind at that moment in the shower room.
We finally got to our hotel late that
afternoon, and I don't think any of us could do anything else but get straight
into bed and fall into a grateful sleep. When I woke, I was surprised to see
that it was only 5 in the morning. Instantly wide-awake, I knew there was
little point in trying
to drop off again and with time so short for sightseeing I decided to go for a
walk round the city whilst I had the chance. I took a quick shower, feeling now
a strange sense of significance as I pulled back my folds of foreskin to soap
underneath and carefully returning the hood to completely cover my slightly
stiffening penis after drying it carefully.
It was still only half past six when I decided
that I had done all I could in a city with everything still shut. I had noticed a trendy all-night coffee bar
in the main street so I decided to go back that way to grab some early
breakfast before heading back to have a look through my papers for the day's
work. As I got closer I saw it was an Internet cafe, and I joined the two other
people in there, wondering as I did so why they bothered staying open all
night. I thought I'd log on for a second or two to check my emails. That took
me no time at all as my junior back in the office had been briefed to sort the
everyday stuff for me in my absence. He was Australian too and I couldn’t help
musing about what secrets were held inside his trousers – something I’d just never given a thought to before.
On a whim, with twenty minutes online time
left to me I decided to do a web search for "circumcision". I was
amazed what came up. I'd just never given that word a second thought till the
previous day, but now I found myself vaguely excited just by typing it in.
There was loads of stuff there - I was amazed by the pile of pages that got
thrown up. Some fairly medical sites gave examples of the different styles of
cut. I'd always thought a snip was a snip before but several of the pages
showed examples of how it could be done in different ways. I could make some
sort of sense of it all, thinking of Daniel, who I worked out after a while
must have had a low and loose job, Mehtin with what I suspected must have been
a freehand low and tight, and Kirk who obviously had a classic American high
and tight "back to the balls" job. Perhaps he had been done with one
of the weird clamps that one of the sites showed too. God, they were
odd-looking things and the idea of seeing your cock bolted into one of those
contraptions was totally freaky. Imagine seeing the doc starting to turn the
screw on that thing and knowing what was going to happen a few minutes later
when it had done its work of crushing your skin. Frenum’s intrigued me too. I hadn’t
realised that they sometimes got taken away too and I really wished that I'd
get a chance to see what my three guys had had done to them in that department.
Shit, I'd just never thought any of these possibilities before.
There were other sites with guys’ testimonials
about how glad they were that they had been cut. I didn't quite see how the
ones done as babies could be so sure they were pleased to have lost something
they'd never fully experienced but there were many others who had been done as
adults and seemed delighted with the results. That struck me really forcibly -
I hadn't appreciated until then that you could get done just because you wanted
to be done. This was totally amazing for me. I had always assumed that
circumcision was only available to adults on medical grounds – a last resort if
they had tight skins or some kind of other problem with them. When I read that
it wasn't, my semi-hard cock suddenly became rock hard inside my jeans. Shit,
where had this excitement in something so strange suddenly come from?
I looked up as I head the door open and
someone new walked in. With a strangely guilty feeling I realised it was Daniel
coming over. Without thinking I clicked on the “close” button and went back to
my email server. Strange, half of me really would have liked him to see what I
was looking at yet my instinct had been not to let him. I was both puzzled and
more than a bit frustrated by my own reaction.
We chatted over large strong coffees and I was
glad of his company, growing to like him more and more. I had wondered if he
too was gay whilst we were on the plane and seeing him eyeing up Kieran’s very
sizeable packet had pretty much settled it. I wasn't surprised when he started
talking about his "ex" in a way which was fairly obviously intended
as a sprat to catch a mackerel. Of course I fell in with it and we were soon
discussing the relative merits of the many very attractive Australian men who
had been in our seminar group the previous day. I did wonder about trying to
bring up the topic of conversation in the showers but somehow I couldn't quite
find the words to broach the subject. Anyway, we were fast approaching the time
to set out back to the hotel so it just wasn’t the place to bring up what had
rapidly become a really big subject in my mind. I really hoped that there might
be a way to talk properly about it later.
On the walk back through the rapidly filling
streets he tentatively told me that he was planning on going for a sauna that
evening. He’d heard good reports of it from a friend and he asked me if I'd
like to go along. It sounded a good idea to me, and I must say I was excited by
the idea of perhaps getting another look at his cock, possibly even seeing if
they’d left him his frenum when they circumcised him. The idea of perhaps even
seeing him with a hard on was an intriguing bonus too.
I knew it was going to be tricky to keep my
mind on business that day with all these new possibilities opened up in my mind
but I got through it all, even though much of it was all a bit of a blur.
Daniel and I met for a quick beer after the last meeting and crept off,
slightly conspiratorially jumping into a taxi and hoping no one had seen us
slip away.
I was disappointed in the sauna at first. Very
spacious and comfortable, but dead quiet when we arrived and we had the steam
room to ourselves. We chatted pleasantly enough, and the heat was very relaxing
but
Dan had kept his towel very firmly in place and my hoped for close look at his
tackle seemed as if it was going to be very elusive. Later on though it started
to get busier and I began to enjoy myself more. As every new arrival came in it
became obvious that the locals regarded towels as just for
drying yourself with. Even more to my
liking was that almost all of them were cut. Apart from the fact that they were
all good looking and well built, what got me really intrigued was being
surrounded by guys who had no foreskins. Every head was fully on show for
everyone to see - they just had no choice in the matter and never would again.
Their cock heads, their most intimate part, which in my experience at home was
always kept covered over until its owner was aroused and ready for sex, were
there for all to see. It seemed so in your face - so horny that there was no
discreet draping, just aggressive looking, up and ready for it cocks. Hanging
there. Bare. Almost asking to be stimulated.
I finally got my wish partly granted. After
going out for his third shower, Dan eventually came back without his towel and
it was obvious from his semi-hard cock that he had been having a nice time! I
looked again at the neat way the small bunch of skin behind his glans was
engineered to leave his cock head just bare but it was too dark to get a proper
look, let alone to see what his frenum looked like, if he still had one.
"Come on" he said quietly, “You're
missing all the fun in here”.
I followed him out of the steam room and he
led me down some stairs I hadn't noticed before and through a door into pitch
darkness. It was only seconds before I felt a hand on my cock and, as my eyes
adjusted to the dark, I could make out a tumult of men packed into the small
room. My own hands weren't long in reaching out and I was fascinated and very
excited by the strange, wonderful bareness of all the cocks I felt. They seemed
so different in my hand, those cocks with no foreskins on them. It struck me
that I had never had sex with a circumcised guy, never even felt what one was
like before. Some were quite loosely covered and I could move their shaft skins
back and forward a little, like a more restricted version of my own. Others
were so tightly circumcised that their shaft skin wouldn't move at all and it
felt so strange that my hand slid up and down on something so denuded, so
different to anything I had felt like before and just like a hard, tight stump
of flesh in my hand. Their glanses all felt different too - not smooth and
moist like mine, some just a little rougher but others really tough and
leathery. I felt hands on my dick too, often playing with me in a way I found a
little fierce. They either worked my foreskin quite roughly or else pulled it
back hard as if just to get it out of the way and ground my glans in their hand
in a way I never did, giving me a very intense stimulation which I often found hard
to take.
It was a while before I worked out what to do
with these strange new cocks. In the
same way I supposed, they would need practice to work out how to handle a skin.
After a while I discovered that it was difficult to treat their toughened cock
heads too hard, and I was soon rubbing them in a way which I knew I could never
do with my uncut partners back home. It really made me wonder just how
different their sensation of sex must be, what it would be like to have no idea
of the feeling of a loose moist skin sliding over their cock heads. When I
knelt down and took someone in my mouth for the first time it was hard not too
cum instantly as I felt he intense taughtness of his shaft skin in my mouth.
Running my tongue over the slight ridge which I knew must be his circumcision
scar, so far back down his shaft, I was blown away by the way that his cockhead
was all there, totally accessible to my tongue. I could get all round it, work
all of his corona and, to my particular delight, slide my tongue in the empty
groove under his cockhead where I knew his frenum had once been.
I was in ecstasy discovering what sex with a
circumcised man was like. I worked round the room like a slut, delighted like a
teenager discovering sex for the first time, feeling the different sizes of
cocks, all with the huge novelty of having no foreskin. I was actually
disappointed when I finally managed to corner a really horny looking young guy
I had been eyeing appreciatively earlier on. I took his large cock in my mouth
and my
tongue found the he had his foreskin still. Shit, two days before and I would
have been so turned on to get a chance to play with him but now I almost felt I
didn't want to know - amazing. I was actually quite pleased when someone else
came up in the shadows and pretty much demanded that my mouth attended to him
instead.
Taking him, I realised that my lips were
becoming experts in decoding what was going on. He was not huge, but thick and
with a fairly loose cut with a bit of skin left to nibble on. Sliding my tongue
underneath, I felt a thick taught frenum there and I enjoyed licking back along
it to feel where it would once have been attached to his long removed-foreskin.
As I felt his balls starting to tighten and shoot his load down my willing throat
the door opened to let a satisfied customer out back in to the hallway and as a
beam of light fleetingly swept across the room I looked up for a second. My new
skills of circumcision analysis might have given me a clue - it was Daniel I
had in my mouth.
At least I now knew about his frenum but its
always a bit strange when anonymous sex ends up being not quite so anonymous
after all. Dan didn't seem put out and neither was I particularly. My mind was
much more preoccupied with the novel delights I had experienced.
"That must have been something pretty new
for you" he said in the taxi back to the hotel. I'm pretty sure I knew
what he meant, but a knowing glance had to suffice as the taxi driver
annoyingly interrupted to talk about the football results.
The next evening, our last one in Brisbane,
was taken up with a long and boring post-conference dinner. Later, the others
got swept up in a pub crawl but I managed to give them the slip and went back
to the sauna for what I had been looking forward to all day - some more
skinless sex. I had tried, for the first time ever, to keep my foreskin rolled
back all that day to try and get some kind of feeling what it must be like to
be circumcised. It was very frustrating that it kept returning to its default state
after a few minutes. Even so, the sensation of my bare cockhead rubbing against
the inside of my pantss was exquisite whilst it lasted. Back at the sauna, I
paused before I entered the steam room to roll it back yet again, wondering if
in the half light anyone would mistake me for "one of them" but I
knew instinctively that even if it stayed back for a while any sensation I
experienced would be a lot different from the real thing of being properly
circumcised.
I also made a late night trip back to the Internet
cafe to do some more research and discovered a wealth of really horny sites
dealing with every aspect of circumcision. I was blown away to find I wasn't
the only intact guy in the world to get fascinated by the whole business. I
found another load of stuff there on Yahoo and MSN this time – its just amazing
what you can find when you look online. There were a pile of sites for guys who
found it as horny as me, full of uncut guys who were fascinated by the idea of
getting bared plus ones who had actually gone for it and given up their
foreskins just because they wanted to. How amazing to have that operation when
you don’t need it. If anyone had said that to me a week ago I would have said
they were weird, but now I wasn’t at all so sure!
There was even some site which had nothing on
it but fiction on the subject. How weird is that! Can you believe it - just a
pile of stories blokes had written about getting circumcised from choice, or
because someone had made them do it either as teenagers or adults. It made me
so horny reading that stuff that it was very difficult to stop my hand straying
to my crotch in a public place and I was longing to be at home on my own
computer so I could have a long and leisurely wank as I was reading it all.
I found some stuff on another site too,
including something some kid had posted. His brother was trying to persuade him
to get cut. He’d gone as far as to arrange for a doctor friend to get all the
stuff out ready on the table to do it for him as a surprise but the kid didn’t
go through with it in the end. You could tell it had really freaked him though
- God, I knew just how that poor kid felt!
I knew I just had to cum. It was all too much.
I logged off and headed for the toilets to try and get some sort of relief. I intended
to head for a cubicle of course but when I went in there was someone standing
peeing at the stall. I couldn’t help myself. If there was a chance of seeing a
cut dick for real I had to take it. He muttered “G’day” as I stood next to him
and unbuttoned my jeans, taking care to hold my dick firmly down so that he
couldn’t see that it was rock hard. I surreptitiously looked across at him – he
clearly wasn’t anyway interested in doing anything but relieving himself but I
managed to get a clear look at him. Thank God. He was circumcised. I would have been so disappointed to see he
had an intact cock like my own. His piss was coming out of a long tube of meat
with a circumcision rather like Kieran’s -
very loose with a lot of slack skin left. Even so, his big mushroom head
was obviously destined never to be covered over by skin again. As he finished
his business, shook himself off, stowed his gear away in his jeans and turned
to leave I knew I was seconds away from cuming.
It was then I had my first ever two-handed
wank. In fact I don’t think I ever did it old way ever again after that. Ever
since I had discovered how to masturbate I had always done it the way I had
thought was the only way, gripping my foreskin in my fist and rubbing the
sheath of foreskin back and forth over the head. This time was different and
some kind of new instinct guided me. With my left hand I pulled my spare skin
right back as far as I could, holding the slack tightly back at the root of my
cock It instantly looked so different. What I now knew from the Internet was my
inner foreskin lay stretched out along my shaft, a subtlety different colour
and texture to the rest. I’ll always remember the exquisite sensation as I
scooped up a large dribble of pre-cum with my right hand and started to rub on
my tightly stretched glans, working it and the first bit of inner foreskin in
my hand. Wow, that feeling was so amazing, so different, almost painful on the
sensitive skin that wasn’t used to being dealt with that way but totally, totally
wonderful. Hoping against hope that no one came in to use the facilities, my
eyes closed in ecstasy as I felt the ridge of my glans ripple through my fist
as I stroked backwards and forwards along my shaft, working bare on it for the
first time, my foreskin suddenly seeming a totally redundant and useless piece
of kit. In seconds, thinking of the feeling of the tight stump of Daniel’s dick
in my mouth, I shot a huge wad of cum
all over the back of the stall.
The next afternoon, as we sat on the tarmac
waiting to take off, I
wondered what the others would think if they knew what I had under my jeans. My
foreskin was held firmly taped back with some Elastoplasts I'd scrounged from
the hotel reception when I got back that night. I'd learnt about taping up on
the web and knew I had to try it. It sometimes felt a bit uncomfortable and I
knew I probably hadn’t done the job very well but just thinking about my
cockhead being held bare excited me enormously. The sensation of feeling my
naked glans rubbing on my clothes was keeping me near permanently erect and I’d
thought I’d caught Dan eyeing me suspiciously in the groin a few times.
It almost became a pleasure to have to climb
over the three dozing colleagues in the seats next to me, imagining their soft
skinless cocks as I did so, to go back to washrooms on the plane. If got my
cock out only half way to pee so that the carefully applied thin strips of
sticking plaster remained inside my fly and didn’t come into view, I could
imagine that I really was circumcised, fantasizing about the idea of seeing the
whole length of my cock lying bare in my hand as the stream emerged from my
piss slit, totally un obscured from sight by any remaining skin.
I think it must have been somewhere over Iran
that I finally decided. After staring out of the window for hours on end
imagining all sorts of things I decided that I was going to have to opt into
that special minority.
What would they say at the next conference in a month’s time? Surely Kieran
would arrange the same trip to the health club. Perhaps they would have
forgotten the whole incident that had sparked it off. Perhaps they would be
looking forward to teasing me again in the showers, making more fun of my
natural state. I was going to knock the wind right out of their sails if they
were though. I was already anticipating seeing their faces when they saw I had
been circumcised, that I’d chosen to go off to a doctor and get him to clip my
skin off and make me as bare as them. What would they find to say when they realised
I'd chosen to become a circumcised man?
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