The
Canterbury Tails
Three
Men’s Stories on the Road to Circumcision
Part 2
by
Gareth
Walton
I thought that Phil would be really angry with me after having gone to so much trouble. In fact he didn't mention it at all which was kind of worse. I wished that we could clear the air but the subject just never came up and I just couldn’t find the right words to bring up the subject. Carl and Jeff had just put all the stuff away and we went off to see the game on TV. It was as simple as that. I just couldn't go through with it. I knew he was my big brother and he must know what he was talking about because he was going to be a doctor but, well, to have a strange guy cut off part of my cock when I didn’t need to have it done and without Mum knowing anything about it, well it was just too much. The more I thought about it the more I just freaked. Just to let two strangers, medics or not, even see my dick would have been so embarrassing even with Phil there. It just didn't seem right.
I couldn't see what all the fuss over my foreskin was about anyway. OK, I admit I was a bit unusual still having a skin on the end of my dick but surely I wasn't the only guy in the world left how God intended. As well as that, the thought of loosing that skin freaked me. Shit, it must feel so weird having the end of your cock bare all the time. I just couldn't imagine getting it out to pee and seeing the purple head just lying in my hand, all exposed and vulnerable. Surely that covering was put there for a reason? How must it feel having it rubbing bare on your pants all day? Just a couple of times my skin had gotten caught up after I popped a boner at school and it always felt so weird until I could get to the rest room and straighten things up. And as to whacking off, well -what were you supposed to do? How was it possible to work on your boner with no skin sleeve to rub over the end of it? It must really hurt having to do it like that.
Phil had looked disappointed alright but I knew I had done the right thing in all sorts of ways. It was such a weird thing to have happened - how could he have thought I would just lay down in an operating room to loose part of my dick like that? Did he really think I was just going to say “Hey, that's cool - go ahead and circumcise me”? So, he never brought the subject up and neither did I.
A couple of nights later I talked Phil into letting me have a couple of beers with him and his two friends when they came over to watch a video at the apartment. For the first time in my life I got drunk. In the excitement of it all, thoughts of the strange event at the hospital left my mind for the first time and I really started to enjoy my stay with Phil after it's weird start. I must have crashed out on them because I had no recollection of going to bed that night but woke up the next morning tucked up between the sheets and feeling like death. Even more embarrassing than having passed out on them was the fact that I was stark naked so I knew that they must have carried me to bed and taken off my clothes. Shit, how could I face them the next time I saw them? What would they think of me? Just some kid who couldn't handle even a couple of beers.
I fell asleep again and by the time I woke properly it was noon and I was feeling a bit more human. I got up and went to the kitchen for a drink. There was a note from Phil on the table saying he had been called in to the hospital but he'd be home early evening and take me out someplace then. It was a shame to be left alone all day but even after breakfast my head still felt a little messed up and I knew it would be best just to chill for a while. I went into the bathroom to see if I could find some Tylenol for my head. I found some in the cabinet but what caught my eye, lying there tucked away on the top shelf, was the sight of Phil's metal ring - the one I had seen him wearing that day outside Burger King. I'd forgotten all about it but it was a relief to know that he didn't have to wear it all the time. Whatever problem he had with his balls couldn't be too bad then. On a whim, I thought I'd try it on to see how it worked and figure out what it did for you. It took me quite a while to work out how to get it in place. I finally puzzled it out, putting it over my cock then slipping my nuts through one at a time.
I don't know why, but I felt the beginnings of a boner when I got it in place and let go of my balls. They felt sort of nice hanging over the ring and it them stick out a bit further than normal. I liked the feeling of the weight round my cock but as it began to enlarge a bit the ring cut into me slightly and I panicked a little about how you were supposed to get it off. Even so, it was quite a nice feeling and, with my headache beginning to lift, I couldn't help my hand wandering to my cock and start to stroke it a little.
The harder my cock got, the tighter Phil's ring felt. I could see why he didn't complain about having to wear it so much – it actually felt quite good. I thought of him, his jeans wide open outside Burger King, seeing in my mind's eye the way his cock head lay bare beneath the small bunch of skin behind the head. I wondered again how on earth anyone guy’s managed without skin over their cocks so I rolled my own foreskin back to see what it looked like. Strange, thinking most guys looked like that all the time whether they liked it or not. I tried rubbing my own bare glans but it felt weird - too strong a sensation to be much fun. My cock was standing straight up now and I needed to beat off. With my left hand I pulled all the skin back to the base and tried to hold it there, feeling the string of skin under my cock head pulling tight as I did so. I reckoned that that was about how the skin on my buddy Jamie's cock must be. I'd looked at his dick a few times in the locker room and the skin seemed to be pulled real tight all the time, not like Phil's with its bit of slack. I tried whacking off again but it just didn't work. It just felt too rough on the head of my dick, not a smooth sensation like when I rubbed my foreskin over it.
I looked up at my reflection in the mirror. My cock looked so different from normal. The purple helmet was so clearly on show without its usual snout of skin hanging over the end, the ridge of the head standing out so clearly without the skin in the way. My nuts looked even bigger than normal with Phil’s ring on, hanging forward and away from my body, the silver of the ring peeking out from the hairs around the base of my dick. I let go of my skin to give my balls a squeeze, enjoying the extra sensitive feel they had with Phil's ring round them. Almost as soon as I let go of my foreskin it started to roll forward again, slowly at first, gathering momentum as the hood covered the ridge, sort of snapping shut as the bud formed over the end of my cock. I rolled it back hard again but every time I let go it just went back to where it wanted to be. I wondered if there was anything I could do to stop it doing that so I could get a better impression of what it was like to be cut. I wanted to take a look at my cock in the mirror with the hood rolled back without my hands in the way. Shit, is was just so weird thinking that that was normal for most of the guys in my class -they never saw their cock heads anything but bare, never able to cover them over. That was a really freaky idea. My eye caught a box of Band-Aids in Phil's bathroom cabinet and I wondered if I could perhaps use one of them to kind of hold all that skin back.
It took several tries but I sort of managed it. I finally figured out that if I put a big Band-Aid at the base of my dick it would hold my skin just enough to keep it behind my cock head without me having to hold it there. By the time I'd finished there were quite a few discarded Band-Aids and wrappers on the bathroom floor, but it worked. I could stand in front of the mirror, my hands by my sides, with my cock head staying bare, the Band-Aid tucked away in my bush enough for me to imagine it wasn't there. My cock looked kinda like Phil's with a big thick bunch of skin behind the head and not at all like Jamie's which was real sleek. He looked like he’d been born that way with no scar on his dick like Phil had. In fact it was ages after I started school before I realized that guys like Jamie had ever had anything done to remove their skins - they just looked so sleek and tight that I reckoned there must be some boys born without skins, others like Phil who had to have them removed and the odd couple like me who were allowed to keep them.
As a kid I’d never been able to figure out why mine had been allowed to stay whereas almost everyone elses had been clipped. I sometimes wondered if everyone was born bare and skin had grown over my dick head as I had gotten older. I’d wondered if perhaps one day one of the teachers would find out about it and take me off to the school nurse for a tablet to fix it. It was kind of weird finding out a couple of grades further on in school that I’d been left the way nature intended and what had happened to the other guys to make them different. I always wondered until I heard Mum's conversation with the neighbor why I was the odd one out. Looking at myself in the mirror, arms by my side but my cock head as bare as it had ever been for longer than it had ever been before was so weird. Shit, I really had to whack off. I'd got so horny playing around with my dick and I hadn’t beaten it the night before because of the beers.
I tried rubbing my cock head again but it still wasn't right somehow. It just hurt, rubbing on that purple skin. Again, the medicine cabinet came into my line of sight and I saw Phil's big jar of moisturizer there on the shelf. I seemed to remember that I'd heard some guy at school saying that he’d used his kid brother's baby cream to whack off with and it felt so good, so I reckoned it might work for me now. Shit, those circumcised boys surely couldn't do it the way I'd been trying to do it. It was just downright painful.
I smeared a bit handful of moisturizer on my hand and set to work on my cock. Wow, it was just amazing. The difference from a few seconds before was extraordinary. There was no discomfort at all now - it just felt really wild. Now I could use my hand like I normally did, sliding it up and down the shaft but it felt so weird that the skin stayed totally tight the whole time with the Band-Aid holding it out of the way. When I beat off normally the hood bunched up and stretched out under my hand, but not now. I tried grinding my cock head round in my fist and that was great too, unlike anything I'd felt before. I looked in the mirror again to see my balls slapping round under Phil's tight metal ring, the bare head of my cock peeping out from my fist and the rest of the skin held back tightly in place and I could feel the cum already starting to well up inside me then, shit, the worst possible thing happened. The bathroom door flew open and Phil came in.
He obviously wasn't expecting to find anyone in there. His face registered surprise for a second and I was frozen to the spot, my mind racing ahead in expectation of an instant outburst from him.
“Hi kid. Feeling better now?” That was all he said. Nothing about what I was doing, just that greeting as if everything was normal.
“Wow, that was one busy session on the ward. Sorry to leave you alone all day.”
That was all he said. Even as he spoke he was pulling off his shirt and turning the faucet on in the shower. As he slipped off his jeans all I could do was to take stock of the situation. Me, standing there with his ring round my balls, my dick smeared in moisturizer and a scattering of discarded Band-Aid wrappers on the floor. Funny, stunned as I was, I couldn't help noticing that again he didn't have any underwear on under his jeans when he dropped them to the floor. Amazing how your mind works when you’re in a tight spot. He was in the shower then, singing to himself as I was desperately cleaning myself up, pulling the Band-Aid painfully away from the base of my dick taking a good few hairs with it, and grabbing for my clothes. Jeez, things couldn't have been much worse. I was so ashamed and embarrassed.
“Hey kid” he shouted over the noise of the water. “Pass that cock ring into me. If you can get it off yet that is.”
Damn. He had noticed I was wearing it after all. I was so hoping he hadn't seen.
“Feels kind of good, doesn't it”
So he didn’t mind having to wear it then. All I could do was mumble something as I slipped my balls out of it and worked it off over my cock, now shriveled away to nothing in its embarrassment, and put it into the hand he stretched out from behind the shower curtain.
When he emerged from his shower, I was sitting in front of the TV, pretending to watch it but braced for what was surely to come. Again, he still didn't say anything and again that was worse. It would have been better if he'd given me what for and gotten it over with. But no. All he said was “the guys’ll be here in ten minutes. Get yourself ready - we're going to the movies.” How could he have seen what he saw in the bathroom and say nothing? This was freaky.
Jeff and Carl arrived soon and everything seemed normal. We sat around with cans of Coke and a bowl of chips, talking about the movie that we were going to see. I'd wondered briefly if I should get in first and say something to Phil before he could tackle me. I just didn't know what to say to make things right or offer any excuse so I just said nothing. Jeff said we'd better get going if we were going to make the show but Phil replied that we'd better go for the later show because we had to do some shopping first.
“Hey, we'd better make a list,” he said. “I always forget half the stuff. Write this down for me kid brother - beers, pizza, cereals, coffee...oh, yes, and Tylenol, moisturizer, and Band-Aids. Got that, kid?”
Shit, this was suddenly so bad.
“Yeah,” he went on to the guys, “kid brother here has been working the medicine cabinet real hard this afternoon. Tylenol for his beer-head, then back in there again this afternoon…… for other reasons.”
Just kinda neutral the way he said it, but he looked across at Jeff and Carl as he spoke. Sort of knowing, but ... shit, how would they know the significance of what he was saying? I couldn't make it out. All I could do was write it down and hope the big rush of blood to my face didn't show too much. I'd never known Phil make out a shopping list in his life before. Surely he could have remembered those few things? In any case there was a pile of Band-Aid and Tylenol left and I'd barely made a dent in his nearly new jar of moisturizer. What was he up to, or was it just my guilty conscience that was looking for something that just wasn’t there?
In the end we skipped the movie and the shopping and just went to eat. We were all back in the apartment by 9:00 watching TV and drinking beer. I didn't feel too much like drinking but I had a couple of mouthfuls just because I didn't want to let on them that I'd had more than my fill the night before. The others had quite a few though and I could tell that they were getting just a little drunk. They went out to the kitchen to fix ice cream for us but I could hear them talking low over the sound of the TV. I just couldn't quite hear what they were saying, just hoping so bad that Phil wasn't letting on anything to them about my afternoon.
When we’d had the ice cream, them a few more beers still, Phil said out of the blue “Shit, we should have done that shopping. Kid brother sure made a hole in my bathroom supplies.”
God, what was coming? I felt the blood rush to my face again. Surely Phil, now more than a little worse for wear I figured, wasn't going to humiliate me in front of the guys, even though I sort of felt I deserved it.
“He sure went though a pile of Band-Aids before he started on the moisturizer.”
“Yeah” said Jeff. “It's sure hard to get that business right ’til you get the knack. I sure got through a pile of surgical tape before I got circumcised.”
Oh no, this was awful. Phil was going to show me up in front of them and I had never felt so embarrassed on my life.
“Worth it though, just to feel your foreskin held back real tight” he went on, “and so damn horny to see your helmet bare without your hand having to hold back that freakin roll of skin.”
My head was reeling now. What was he saying? Jeff had done the same as me? And what did he mean, “before he got circumcised?”
“How did you do it?” he asked me. “Did you tape it at the base or roll your hood back on itself?”
I just didn't know what to say or do. Here was a grown man asking me about taping back my foreskin. Wild, embarrassing and yet...... And again, what did he mean “before he got circumcised?” Surely grown men didn't get cut, only babies? I just blushed bright red and muttered something.
“Hey, Carl,” said Phil, and I was so relieved that my big brother was stepping in here, looking out for me and rescuing me from this awful situation. “I forgot to show you that article I found for your research project. Come in the other room and see what you think of it.”
So off they went, Phil and Carl. I hoped that would be an end to the awful direction the conversation had been taking. It wasn’t. Jeff asked me again how I had taped up my foreskin and I couldn’t think of any way out so I just told him this time. I mean, it would have been kind of rude to snub his attempt to talk to me. He was a nice guy and I just didn't know how to tell him to drop it. I muttered that I'd stuck a strip on at the bottom and followed it quickly with some inane question about his new car, the first thing that came into my head that wasn't to do with the awful subject in an attempt to distract him from it. And yet....
“Phil told me you've got a whole lot of skin, just like I used to have.”
Damn. Obviously he wasn't going to let the topic drop.
“Much better to roll the skin back on itself and fix it up that way, just like I used to.”
Again, that past tense. I just couldn't stop myself asking him, badly though I wanted everyone to forget the whole disquieting topic. “You mean, like, you don't have skin anymore?” I heard myself say.
“Absolutely.” he said, “Thank God. Yeah, I'm a real clean-cut all-American cut dude now. Right back to the balls. Skin on my shaft all tight and sleek, just how nature didn't intend! Best decision I ever made, letting Carl fix me up.”
Shit, this was amazing!
“What, you let Carl circumcise you?”
I felt the blood rush to my face yet again and, worse still, I was horrified to feel the beginnings of a boner creep up on me. I mean, this was wild. Here was one of Phil's two good buddies telling me that he'd been circumcised by the other.”
“Yup, I was the original elephant boy until last fall. My folks are kind of post-hippies they were adamant that no one was going to make their little boy into anything he wasn’t when he popped into this world. My dad was always on about how he had been violated as a kid when he'd been “robbed of his foreskin” and all that kind of shit. So they just never got me done. All through school I had to put up with being the only boy in the class with a hood. Every day in the gym was a torment, the guys all wanting to look some times, or else play with it, or else give me a hard time about it. Being different and having something they didn't. It was always just so embarrassing. I always tried to fake a cold or something to get out of stripping off in the showers but it didn't often work. I reckon I've heard every freakin comment about foreskins that was ever dreamed up.”
“All the time they were on at me I could hear my mom's voice in my head – “you'll be so pleased that we left you alone down there. You'll thank us for it when you are older.” And I kinda believed it too. I kept telling trying to persuade myself that I had something precious that had been taken off the other kids, that they were just jealous and teased me because they knew they had lost something special forever. And God, did I have skin! An inch or more of trunk just hanging off the end of my cock. Just once in a while I'd roll it back and try and get it to stay there but it never lasted a minute back in my pants before I'd feel it slip back. And cheese - God, in the hot weather it could be such a pain. I was always having to slip off to the men’s room to wash under it to keep the smell down. I was always sure someone would say something about the reek of it. But just an hour or two later it would have built up again. You get that stuff, too?”
This was amazing. I'd always thought it was just me not washing properly or something when my cock started to get a little gungy under its hood, sometimes a bit funny smelling too. So it wasn't just something about me - that must just be what happened with a foreskin.
“Yeah,” I said. “Is that normal then?”
“Yeah,” he replied, “It’s called smegma. Not everyone gets it real bad but it’s no wonder no one wants to give you a blowjob when you're uncut. You can get real ripe down there if you’re not careful.”
This was an amazing conversation. Here was a grown man talking to me about something so intimate, yet he didn't seem to mind being open about it with me and I felt flattered that he felt he could share. It was freaky for sure but so good to be able to have this kind of talk with someone in a way that I knew I couldn't with any of my buddies at school, nor Phil for that matter, close as we were. It was comforting too, hearing that about that smegma stuff. Shit, who else was ever going to tell me about things like that? I couldn’t help wondering if Dad would have told me if he’d been around. His cock was uncut like mine and surely he’d have helped me out. I’d sometimes had a sort of a fantasy of us being in a locker room together, the other kids wanting to tease me about my hood but not being able to say anything when they saw a grown man with a cock the same as mine. They always said dicks like mine were for babies, but if they saw a big strong guy like my pop with a hood too, well that would have shown them.
“So, do you mind being one of the rare ones?” he said, dragging me back to the present. “Don't you get teased about your extra piece of skin?” he asked, almost as if he had read my mind. “Have you got the only one in your class like I had?”
He asked me then if I'd ever been curious about what it might be like to be like everyone else and I could only say I'd never really thought about it much. But I didn't add out loud the last bit of the sentence that formed in my mind - “until today that is!”
Funny, a distant memory came into my mind of one of the rare times when I actually had thought about it. The summer before Dad died we'd all gone to England so stay with Gran and Granddad in Canterbury. I remembered suddenly very clearly Phil, Dad and me going to the swimming pool with my cousins. It was really busy there on a Saturday afternoon and standing there in the showers after we'd come out with a whole pile of guys I'd noticed for some reason that Phil was the only person there with no foreskin. There'd been something kinda nice about being one of the crowd for once - Dad, all my cousins and all the strangers having cocks like mine. Some long, some short, but all with foreskins. Phil was the only one whose dick head was uncovered in the whole room. It struck me then that he just couldn't do anything about it - he could never cover his while we could all roll our skins back if we wanted and then cover up again. It looked, well, kinda rude standing there with everything out in the open. I thought I'd feel really self conscious if I were him and I was really pleased to feel like one of the normal ones for a change.
My memory quickly passed though, and I told Jeff that, yes, I was the only uncut one in my class but that I didn't get too much trouble over it. I was sort of surprised to hear myself telling him about what I did get teased for - my balls. He smiled sympathetically. He could imagine, he said. It was always going to be one thing or another with kids and that they'd always find something strange about everyone to pick on. As far as they were concerned I was a guy with a “problem,” making the shape of the quotation marks in the air with his fingers as he said it.
“I'm sure a lot of cut kids only think about it when they see someone like you that is. Wondering if they are missing something or if they’re the lucky ones. I mean, well, a cut cock looks so different from an uncut one, doesn't it? So totally bare, such a different shape, all out there for everyone to see. It’s wild, that difference. And most guys never get any choice about what style of dick they’re carrying round in their pants.”
“So why did you, err, why did you get circumcised then?”
I just had to ask. I didn't want to have to, but I just couldn't help it.
“I didn't know you could get circumcised unless you were a kid.” Just saying that word felt kinda strange.
“That's a long story, kid,” he said. Funny, it was nice hearing him call me kid just like Phil did.
“Well, let’s just say that when I came to medical school my horizons got opened up a little. I got to thinking that I might be missing out on something. As well as that, I just realized that I had a say in the matter! Never really struck me before - like you. I'd kinda thought that getting done was only something that happened to kids as well, but we saw a pile of guys in the out patient surgery come in to get it done so it struck me that I only had to decide if I wanted to be one of them too.”
Hearing all this was just wild. Just wild. Stuff I'd never even thought about. God, you could decide you wanted to be circumcised like all the others. All you had to do was say you wanted it and go into hospital for a day. I could do that too, if I wanted. And guys really did it, not just one or two, but a pile of them. I realized that I was now popping a big boner in my jeans. Shit, why was that happening? I was really afraid that Jeff might notice and I shifted in my chair to try and hide the bulge that I was so conscious of.
“So, you err, so you went for it?”
“Yeah! Funny how it happened. I was working with Carl. Weird, but when you're training to be a surgeon the first part of a real person they let you loose on is a guy’s dick. They reckon it’s an easy op to do since it’s all on the outside and you can see what you’re doing, but sometimes that’s a big mistake when the rookies mess up! Some poor guys get a real butcher job but Carl, well Carl was an ace at it from the very first one he chopped. And I was with him when he did it. He was some ordinary fat guy, about 40 or so. Jeez, it looked such a mess when it was done. Poor guy, all bruised and swollen even though he only had a short little hood to come off. I reckoned Carl had messed up real bad but three weeks later the guy came back for his check up it blew my mind. He was beaming all over his face and said for the first time in his life he had a dick to be proud of. When he got it out for Carl to check out I could see why. I mean, the difference to the battered stump he left with and his dick then, like wow! It was fantastic what Carl had done for him. It looked real neat and tidy, just a thin little line where he'd been sliced but, shit it looked great and so much better than before.”
“Why had he gotten done?” I asked. I just had to know.
“Basically, he'd just re-married and his wife wasn't happy having foreskin to chew on. The guy said he always felt kinda strange that he'd never been done like his buddies and sort of always wanted it but been to shy to ask. His new wife was a nurse and said it was no big deal so he'd just finally gotten up the courage to ask his doc. Two weeks later - one of the gang!”
“That wasn't the only one I saw Carl do. Some old guy with a skin so tight you'd wonder how he'd managed all those years, a couple of teenagers who finally nagged their parents into letting them get fixed, a college jock who was never getting head and another who said he'd been so fed up with feeling the odd one out in the locker room that he wanted rid of it. The weirdest one though was some British guy who turned up in the emergency room in a real mess. He didn’t want to say what had happened at first, but it turned out he’d got into a tangle with some cheap trick whose husband showed up whilst they were on the job. Hubby got so mad he took a knife to the poor guy’s dick and had a hack at his foreskin. He was in a bad way but Carl managed to tidy him up and finish the job as best he could. Figure he went home with an unusual holiday souvenir! Oh, and we had couple of guys from the military who were going off to some desert somewhere who's C.O. had recommended that they get done for hygiene reasons. Shit, one of them had so much skin you wouldn't believe it, poor guy. Anyway, they all looked so neat after Carl had fixed them up I started to reason that it was no big deal.”
Like, wow! This was such a revelation to me. I'd always just assumed that if you still had a skin when you were old enough to realize you still had a skin that was just the way you were going to be for the rest of your life. And here were all these guys who proved me wrong.
“And…” Jeff was carrying on talking and my mind jumped back from my reeling thoughts as I didn't want to miss a word of what he was telling me. “And, like I said, my horizons were kinda opening up in other ways, too.”
I wasn't sure if he wanted me to ask him about what he meant. He was kinda enigmatic about something and I just couldn't find the right words to pursue it.
“So you went for it, then?” I said instead.
“Yeah, last fall. Carl cut me, too. One Saturday in that room you saw last weekend.”
My mind went back to the bright lights and steel in that little room on the top floor. It all seemed a lifetime ago. Amazing, just amazing. What must it be like lying down on that table knowing what was in store for you, making that decision which seemed so routine the way Jeff described it but knowing from then on, for the whole rest of your life, your dick would never be the same again. Part of you was going to be cut off and thrown away. Lying on that table wondering if you'd be glad you'd gone for it or if you'd regret it. Shit, it was so hard to get your head round it all. Wild! Totally wild!
I just had to ask. “Are you glad you, like, let him do it to you?” God, what a question to ask anyone but I had to know.
Jeff just laughed. “He didn't do it to me, he did it for me! What do you think, kid? I mean, Carl, he's a master craftsman! I have to say it was a bit weird for the first week or so. It took a bit of getting used to for the first few days. So much skin before, now suddenly totally bare. My dick rubbing on my jeans - like, every step I took I was aware of my dick. No protective wrapper any more. You soon get used to it though but, even now, I sometimes go to take a leak and get my dick out without thinking about it and it’s such a shock to see it lying there in my hand all exposed. I go to roll back my hood to piss and it’s just not there anymore!”
I could see his point. Exactly those that scenario had struck me earlier, but it did make me think of all that rolling back of my hood to be able to pee straight then shaking off the last drops to make sure it didn't get wet inside the folds of skin. It must be a lot easier cut — in that way at least.
“And how do you, err…”
He rescued me. “How do I beat off now you mean?” he said with a smile! “Well, kid, from what your big brother said, I think you found the answer to that one yourself! Moisturizer has an important secondary use, too! Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I had to smile when he said that, embarrassed though I was. Somehow it didn't seem to be so bad admitting what I’d done now. He’d been so nice about the whole business and now I knew he understood everything and wasn't going to tease me about it.
“Though after a while you find you cock head sort of dries out a bit and you can rub it bare like you never can when you've still got skin.”
Now that was amazing. I couldn't believe it could ever feel good after my attempts earlier in the bathroom.
“Talking of secondary uses for bathroom supplies, you said you taped up at the base yeah?”
“Yeah.” Strangely, this time I didn’t feel ashamed about telling him. Funny that. “I sort of stuck a bit down at the bottom end near my bush.”
“Well that's ok with guys who only have a bit of hood to hold back, but I found a much better way…”
I had to ask him. “So you used to tape it back, too?”
“Oh yeah! After I saw Carl's results I figured I just had to try it out for myself and see what other guys were experiencing. Took me a while to get it right though. I found some stuff on the web about it.”
Now this was weird! There was stuff on the Internet about freaky things like this!
“There was loads of stuff from guys who were into doing the same thing and it showed how to do it properly. You have to roll the skin back on itself. Pull your hood out, then sort of catch it in the middle and fold it back and, shit... it’s kinda hard to explain. It would be whole lot easier to show you.”
Now I was freaked again. Here was a grown guy offering to show me how to tape back my foreskin. I started to say something along the lines of “thanks, but no thanks,” but Jeff was already looking in his medical bag. God, he was serious! Half of me was really freaked and wanted to make an excuse and run, but the other half...
“Look, kid,” he said, “don’t look so worried! I know where you’re coming from here, but it’s only a piece of tape, your big brother is in the other room and, well, I'm a doctor, or at least going to be real soon! I've seen a dozen dicks already today so one more isn't going to make a big difference, is it!”
Funny, I just knew I was going to have to let him show me. I thought about Phil and Carl and what they might say if they walked in but I just knew I had to let him do it to me.
Jeff had brought out a roll of some kind of tape from his bag but was still rummaging in it. I winced when he yelled out, “hey, Phil, you got any scissors? Must have left mine in the hospital. I'm going to give kid bro here a lesson in taping up that skin of his.”
Shit, what was Phil going to say to that. I was amazed when he just shouted back, “In the top drawer by the TV”! Freaky again. How could Phil be so matter of fact about something like this.
I knew now that this was going to happen and I was pleased. Yes, scared, worried, and embarrassed but I was pleased. Amazing that I could feel like that.
“Ok, kid, get the little feller out then.”
I'd been briefly worried about the boner I was popping earlier but it was weird how it had instantly gone away. Funny, I was excited as hell but in a way that my cock didn't seem to respond in the usual way. It just shrank back and I could feel it pulling right back into my skin. In some kind of way, this was too special to get hard about.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, getting my dick out in front of Phil's best buddy, I unzipped my pants and got out my dick. This was the first time anyone outside the family had seen it except in the locker room yet it didn't feel too weird. Strange. I suppose, but as Jeff said, he was a doctor, after all.
“Mmm, plenty of hood but not as much as I used to have. Let’s have a closer look.” He knelt down in front of me, so close that I could feel his breath on my cock. This was really weird.
“Mmm. Nice piece of meat kid. Lucky boy. Reckon that’s about a quarter inch of extra skin you have there. That’s overhang to you and me by the way. Let’s see how it all works.”
With that, his fingers were on my dick. Shit, this was real wild but sort of ok at the same time. He gently explored inside the bud of skin hanging over the end of my head, seeing how far he could open it up.
“Works fine there anyway,” he said. “Time to see what’s under the wrapper now.”
With this, he rolled me back, very slowly and gently, telling me he wanted to see just how the skin worked as every man’s foreskin was that little bit different. It was amazing – I mean, I was so used to the sensation of my foreskin going back, but to feel it happening without my own hands being anywhere near my dick, well, that was something so new for me. He moved my hood back and forth over just the head of my cock a few times and finally, just when it was beginning to seem that he’d never do it, he pulled it right back past the ridge of my glans and back onto the shaft, keeping going until it was stretched right back flat.
“That’s your inner foreskin there,” he said. “That skin covering your shaft now is what’s normally covering your dick head and it’s the most sensitive part. That’s why guys like the sensation of being circumcised. If you do the cut right, all that sensitive skin is laid out flat for you so you can get at it rather than wasting it by keeping it rolled up in a bundle.”
Funny, the mention of that word. That word “circumcised.” It seemed so weird with a guy holding back my foreskin so my cock head was as bare as it had ever been, talking about being circumcised. I couldn’t help it, but my cock gave a sort of involuntary twitch when he said “the” word, like it was going to start getting stiff, but it didn’t. I think he must have felt something but he didn’t say anything. Just something told me he had registered it too.
“Of course, not everyone gets circumcised the same way”.
That word again.
“Some guys get done in a way that means they loose a load of that special skin and all the nerve endings that go with it. That doc who did Phil took a load of his away, but even so I reckon he’s got about half of it left in that little bundle behind his rim.”
Jeff seemed to know an awful lot about Phil’s dick too. Strange.
“It’s a shame to lose any of it, really, but most guys just think a circ is a circ, and of course most of them don’t get to have a say about how they get done anyway. Let’s have a look underneath now.”
He lifted my cock up, still holding the skin back tight and took my banjo string between his thumb and first finger, pulling it a little too tight for comfort.
“Mmm, your frenum’s a bit short, but even so, it doesn’t look like it causes you any real problems. Like I said, altogether a nice piece of meat you have there, kid. By the way, did you know that sometimes guys get their frenums taken out when they get cut, other times it gets left in?”
No, I definitely didn’t know that! I didn’t think that I’d ever seen the underside of anyone else’s dick, not even Phil’s. I’d never even heard that word “frenum” before either. Fancy something like that actually having a name. He’d let my hood go and it had started to roll forward by itself, back towards its normal position.
“Wow, I see why you need to tape up – no chance of you being able to stay skinned back without help when it’s as determined as that to keep you covered up. It’s amazing, some guys can just roll back and it stays there forever by itself until they reset it. Other have dicks with a mind of their own. Mine did just the same, too, ’til I got the knack of taping it properly.”
I was lapping all this info up. God, no one had ever talked dick to me like this before. I’d always though a foreskin was a foreskin and a cut dick a cut dick. I was learning so much and it was blowing my mind.
“Now, this is interesting here kid. That quarter inch of overhang is now at least a half.”
It was true. My dick was still as soft as it could be, but as the hood had rolled back down after it’s hard stretch back there was now a good deal more hanging over the end, all puckered up.
“Yeah, it does that sometimes,” I said.
“I reckon you must be hiding some extra skin in reserve down there. Oh, of course you said you’ve got a pair of hangers. That’s where the extra skin came from.”
I was flustered when he said I’d need to get my nuts out for him to be able to assess the situation fully. Now this was getting a little embarrassing, but shit, there was no going back now. I started fumbling around in my shorts to get my pair out, wondering what he’d make of the way they hung so low.
“Wowee!” he said, and I looked down too and saw my balls hanging down out of my jeans in their long sac, way lower than the end of my cock and right down past the bottom of my zipper. Shit, why couldn’t I have been given regular nuts like all the other kids? It was so embarrassing having so much more flopping around down there than most of the guys.
“Now, I thought you were lucky before, but now… well, awesome nuts, kid!” he said.
“Err, I’m not sure about that,” I replied. “It’s kinda embarrassing, you know, having such dangly ones.” My mind was returning to that afternoon when they’d come adrift in Phil’s car starting this whole business off. It was awful at the time, but now I was beginning to wonder if perhaps, well… Who knows?
“That’s definitely where your extra overhang came from,” Jeff said and I was instantly paying attention again. “When you’ve got such an amazingly loose sack you can sometimes pull a bit more skin up onto your cock shaft. It’s like your dick and your nuts kind share some of the skin. Let’s see what we can free up a little here.”
He began sort of massaging the skin round the base of my shaft, working the loose bit between the top of my nuts and the bottom of my dick. Shit, I have to say it felt kinda cool. I’d never thought of playing with myself in that way but I knew I’d be trying it again for myself. Even so, I still wasn’t getting hard. He was pulling more skin up onto my shaft now, sort pulling the back of my foreskin forward over the glans. I can’t say it was pleasant but, well, it didn’t exactly hurt either. He really looked as if the knew what he was doing, so that made it all right. I knew I’d never have dared worked it like that for myself.
“Now, that’s quite a result!” he said.
It was, too! When I looked down when he’d finished and taken his hands away I saw that I’d got more of a bud hanging off the end of my dick than I’d ever seen before. There had to be a good inch now and it looked wild. Jeff was busy cutting small strips off the roll of tape and sticking them on the edge of the table in readiness for taping me up I supposed. I couldn’t resist reaching down and feeling that little elephant’s trunk, rolling it between my fingers and stroking the oh so sensitive skin just inside the opening. I was learning that you could do all sorts of things with your cock that I’d never even thought about. Wilder still.
“Yeah, that’s a bit what my foreskin looked like, when I still had one,” he said. “See what I meant about being the original elephant boy?”
“What, so you were like that all the time?” I asked.
“Yeah, skin was dripping off the end of my dick like an icicle. Imagine being like that all the time. Reminds me though, seeing you like that, the one kinda stupid thing I used to do which I kinda still miss a little – I used to pinch the end shut tight, then piss. God, you should see how that thing used to balloon up and stretch! Stupid, but kinda fun!”
Wow again, I thought! Something else to try in private. I wasn’t sure why that sounded such a hot thing to do, but it did. I felt I’d love to see my foreskin swell up like a party balloon filled up with water. I thought, if I’d heard anyone else talk about things like this I’d have thought they were seriously sicko, but Jeff was such a nice, normal guy and one of Phil’s good buddies. So this stuff had to be OK. Perhaps everyone did this kinda thing. Except it struck me suddenly, not many guys had foreskin to be able to play with so perhaps I was one of the lucky ones after all. Yet, it struck me even more strongly, Jeff had chosen to have his removed. Totally taken away forever. Now what was that all about?
Something he had said earlier struck me very forcibly then, and I just had to ask him more about it.
“So, you, like had your dick so totally wrapped up all the time, and then you got cut and it was like totally bare all the time? Didn’t that feel too weird?”
“Well, don’t forget the tape kid!” he replied. I had it taped back more or less permanently for a few months before my skin and I parted company. Even so, it’s not quite the same as being totally bare. It was wild at first, when I got cut for real I mean. Feeling my dick head exposed, rubbing on my jeans but, hey, I was free of that skin – you just sort of carry that round with you in your head all the time. And you soon get used to it – kinda sad in a way losing that feeling of being so aware of your dick. But there you are – it’s worth it!”
“So, you were glad you did it?” I asked, genuinely interested in his reply.
“Kid,” he said, “Does a bear shit in the woods?”
It was just so hard to get my head around why it would matter so much to a guy to do something so freaky to his dick, but at the same time…
“So here we go, kid,” Jeff was saying. “Time for you to get a proper feel of what I’m going on about. Ready to say hello to Mr. Micropore?”
I looked intently at what he did, but that first time it was kinda hard to take it all in. There was obviously a knack to it which he had learned through practice and it was ages before I got be as good at it as he was. He got hold of each side of my hood with this two thumbs and forefingers and stretched the skin out. Shit, with all the extra skin pulled forward it sure went out a long, long way! Before I realized, he had sort of flicked the skin over on itself, turning my hood inside out and pulled a whole bunch of it back on itself behind my head and laid it out flat along the shaft. There just seemed to be acres of that inner foreskin up on my shaft, such a different color to the skin that was normally there. With a lot of skill, he held it like that with one hand and with the other reached out for the strips of tape he had cut earlier and started to carefully put them in place. God, it was amazing seeing someone working on my dick with what surely did look like a doctor’s care and attention. He really looked as if he knew exactly where to put them and I knew I’d never have managed such a neat job myself. He was finished soon, then took his hands away and looked down at his work with a kinda smile on his face. It sure felt funny seeing my dickhead bare without my fingers keeping all that skin back but he’d done the job so well with just a couple of narrow pieces of tape that it didn’t really feel as if there was anything there holding it back in place.
“There now!” he said. “See how that feels, kid.”
Slightly strangely, he didn’t say any more than that. I’d expected him to go on about it, but he just went back to watching the TV, leaving me feeling a bit kinda embarrassed with my jeans wide open, sitting there in Phil’s living room with my dick and nuts totally bare except for the three small pieces of tape. So I just stuffed my nuts back in, zipped up and sat down on the easy chair to watch TV too. There seemed so much to say; yet I didn’t know what it was or how to say it! Freaky.
Carl and Phil came in a while later. Phil sort of looked at me but didn’t say a word about the things that were buzzing in my brain. So I just sat there, really aware of the head of my cock – somehow more aware of it than I’d ever been before. Every time I moved I could feel the sensation of my cock head rubbing on my pants and it was kind a nice, kinda annoying and, yes, kinda hot. A few times I felt if I was starting a boner. Other times I had to try to discretely reach inside my jeans pocket and move my dick to get it more comfortable when it got into some kind of position that made me just a little more aware of it than I could handle. Interesting, I thought. Even so, I sort of looked forward to bedtime so I could peel the tape off and get back to normal.
But I didn’t. Peel it off that is. The rest of the evening was totally normal. We finished the video, the boys had a couple more beers and talked about school, then they went off. Phil made us both coffee, we chatted a little about nothing special and went to bed. I took off my clothes and thought about getting those three small pieces of tape off my cock, looking at it and seeing it so different from the way I was used to seeing it, day in and day out. But I didn’t take them off. I just got into bed still taped up.
The feel of the sheets on my bare glans was something so different. I was so aware of the material directly rubbing my dick and it made my horny. Real horny. Shit, what must it be like to have your dick bare like this the whole time? I didn’t think I could cope with that. It wasn’t long before I could feel myself getting hard, thinking about the mind-blowing events of the day which had led to someone else holding my cock for the first time and all the freaky stuff Jeff had told me about what he had let happen to him. So a guy really could get circumcised at any age. More mind blowing still, he could get cut just because he wanted to. It was as simple as that. No excuses needed. Just because he’d rather have his dick stripped. So not everyone chose just to let their cock be the way their folks had decided for them. Amazing, just amazing! Jeff had actually made a decision to let someone, a buddy of his too, cut away part of his penis. And he was real happy about it too.
As my meat got big I could feel the tightness there, so different to the sensation I normally had. The tape pulled slightly, but, more than that, there was a tightness in the skin on my shaft giving me a sensation I had just never experienced before. Soon I was lying on my front, pushing a big erection into the bed and feeling the soft sheets mold around a cock head which was for the first time as bare as any of my buddies at school. Just thinking about that amazing fact I was soon grinding into the sheets, feeling the skin on my shaft held really tight. I just had to whack off now. All the tension of the evening was in me and I had to release it.
I pulled back the sheets and felt my cock. God, it was so different, even compared to that afternoon when I had made my clumsy attempt to tape back my hood. I tried wanking – the tape held firm. The skin on my shaft just didn’t yield at all in the way it normally did. My foreskin just, well, it was like I didn’t have a foreskin at all. There was no way I could use it to beat off like I normally did. I considered taking the tape off to get some relief, but before I had started I knew I just didn’t want to, not yet anyway. This feeling was something I wanted to live with a little longer to see what all my cut buddies had to go through. I thought of the moisturizer in the bathroom cabinet, but I knew that if I went out to get some Phil would be bound to hear me and probably suspect what was going on. I didn’t want that, not after the afternoon’s embarrassment. I had a brainwave and tried spitting on my hand and wiping it on my wood. It was good all right, real good in fact, feeling my hand sliding over the head of my dick and down the sleek tight skin on the shaft but not the same as the feeling of the gloopy stuff in the cabinet. So I just lay there, gently stroking my bare helmet but realizing that I wasn’t going to get much fun out of it that night. I fell asleep, my hand still wrapped round my dick head doing the job of protecting it that my foreskin normally did, my head still full of thoughts of the day’s amazing revelations.
As soon as I woke I was aware of my normal early morning boner, but this was different. It was a second or two before I came to enough to understand exactly why. I could feel the tightness on my shaft and the teasing sensation of the cotton sheets gently rubbing on my glans and I was instantly horny. My hand reached down there, caressing my naked cock head. God it was different. How could the same cock feel so different? The skin on my glans felt strange too – sort of drier than normal, a bit brittle even, and I enjoyed rubbing it lightly with the tip of my finger. I tried to work my hood over it like normal but the skin just wouldn’t budge, still held tightly back by the pieces of tape. How did those circumcised dudes manage feeling like that all the time? How did they cope being so aware of their dicks, let alone not having a hood available to pleasure themselves wheneever they liked with without having to get moisturiser or anything? Again, it blew my mind how Jeff could have wanted to opt out of having one and into being permanently bared.
I just had to get some relief from all this focus on my organ and I knew that I only had two options – either that tape had to come off so I could blow a wad the normal way or else I needed some more of that moisturizer on my dick real soon. Again, my hand went down to gently unpeel the tape, but again I hesitated. Shit, it would be fun to try jerking off with the gloopy stuff just one more time, now I that was expertly taped up, before I returned things to their default setting.
I pulled on my shorts and, thinking that Phil would still be asleep, and headed quietly for the bathroom. Shit, even if he was awake there was nothing unusual about going to pee first thing in the morning, was there? I reckoned I’d be able to get some privacy in the bathroom without him thinking I was up to no good again.
As it happened, I needn’t have worried. When I got out of bed I saw a note tucked under my door saying that he’d been paged to go in for an emergency and that he’d be home around lunchtime. I was relieved to have the place to myself for a while, even though it meant another lonely morning. Still, the thought of some uninterrupted experimenting with that moisturizer was a nice one and I trotted off down the hall, my boner poking out of my shorts, the head of my dick still as bare as it had ever been.
I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror again. Interesting. Looking at the shape of my cock head, seeing the ridge of the head so clearly now, the sort of sculptured shape of it, so much more noticeable without the skin round it. It looked kinda sexy, a sort of “in ya face” look about it without its skin veil around it. The helmet looked different too. The skin had sort of dried out. Amazing that it could happen after just one night’s exposure. I ran a finger round the back of my glans – it was nice feeling the deep ridge there that was normally covered. Funny, I’d never done that before and I wondered why not. I reached underneath and felt the piece of skin that I now knew was called the frenum. I rolled it a little between my fingers, tugging it very gently and that felt cool too. Funny, another thing I’d never thought of doing before despite all the hundreds of times I’d beaten off. My cock was straight up now, and I looked at the different color skin laid out on my shaft. The inner foreskin wasn’t it called? I’d never really noticed before that part of my skin was such a different shade to the rest of it. I ran my finger gently across that too. God, it was sensitive. I understood now why it had been so noticeable when my cock rubbed against my jeans or the sheets. It was no good. I just had to cum. There had been so much unfulfilled horny stuff going on I had to whack off, and soon.
I didn’t dare use too much moisturizer as I felt damn sure that Phil would be monitoring the amount left in the jar very closely from now on. I put as much as I dared onto my fingers and smeared some on my cock. I nearly passed out with that first sensation. Rubbing the stuff over my shaft felt just wild. The inner foreskin responded so intensely and it felt amazing with it stretched out tight under my hand, totally unyielding however much I tried to move the shaft skin. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take too much of that - it was just too much. I worked up to my glans and stroked it gingerly. Normally when I got wood the head was too sensitive to be touched directly and I could only work it using my skin sleeve. With the lube it was very intense, almost unpleasantly so, but bearable. I tried rubbing my hand all the way up and down my shaft. Jeez, but the tape held the skin tight. It hardly moved at all. I tried a lighter grip than I normally used on my skin hood, enjoying the weird feeling of my hand kind of clicking across the ridge of my cock head before banging back and adding just that little bit of extra tightness pulling on the skin at the base of the shaft. I started wondering about what it must be like having this as your only way of beating off and somehow that did it for me. I felt my balls churning in their sack and with one last stroke of my cock ridge I blew four big sheets of jizz all over Phil’s mirror.
Shit, that was hell of a cum! I was so pent up before it, so I suppose it had to be a big one. I cleaned up the mirror and took a shower. I was half expecting that the tape would come off under the water but it held fast. Again, I wondered about pulling it all off now that I had whacked off whilst taped up but it looked as if it would be a little painful to remove. I thought I’d leave it on a little longer ’til it started to lose some of its adhesion. I couldn’t help but look in the cabinet to see if Phil’s ring was there, half wondering about trying it out again, but it wasn’t there so he must have been wearing it again. I pulled on my shorts and jeans and fixed breakfast, always very aware of my stark naked dick head rolling round inside my underwear. I had a good three hours to kill before Phil would be home, too long to sit around waiting, so I set off for a walk to the video store to return last night’s tapes and get something new for tonight.
At first it felt great, real horny even. Every step of the way I was so aware of my dick. Every movement I made created a sensation down my there as it brushed against my shorts and it was kinda hot. Sometimes I couldn’t help but put my hand in my pocket and stroke my cock head, making out the sharp edge of my unprotected glans even through the material. Every time I passed a guy on the sidewalk I wondered if he was feeling what I was feeling at that moment or if he was one of the rare breed like me with his most intimate part safely covered, kept private and out of harms way, saved from this intense, permanent stimulation of having a totally naked cock head.
I started trying to guess who looked as if they were cut or intact, even, and this was really freaky, if they had gotten cut in the hospital building around me. Perhaps they had been done when they were my age or even older, and why in God’s name had they wanted to lay themselves down on a couch for some doc to take a scalpel to their cock? As I passed the day surgery building, I must admit I even got a boner thinking about some kid I saw coming out with his folks, wondering if perhaps there was bit less of him now than had gone in earlier. How would he feel in the locker room the next time he went back to school and all his buddies saw his dick looking so different than it did the last semester? Shit, that could have been me if I hadn’t had the nerve to stand up to Phil and his buddies last weekend. What would Jamie have said if I pulled down my shorts standing next to him before gym class and let him see that I now looked so much more like him than I used to? Would he even notice, would he care, what would the think of me? I wondered if he thought I was freaky for still having a foreskin, or did he ever wonder, perhaps even a bit jealously, what it would be like to have one himself? Not that I’d ever really thought much about it, but I suppose if anyone had asked me I’d just have assumed that James had been cut when he was a baby like everyone else. I wasn’t so sure now. Perhaps he’d only gotten done a couple of years back, just before he moved to our school. Perhaps he’d grown up with a foreskin till then and had to have had it removed because of some problem with it. Perhaps he’d begged his folks to have him done to be like everyone else. Perhaps he’d actually wanted to keep it but his new step-dad had insisted that he got straightened out to be like him. Shit, there was so much to this business that I’d just never even thought about before.
When I got to Blockbuster and returned the video I looked closely at the two guys behind the desk. One just had to be cut – there was just something about him which said “my cock head hasn’t been covered by a foreskin since I was a couple of days old.” I just couldn’t imagine him having to roll back a long hood to pee. I had no idea what made me think that about him, just some kind of gut reaction. The other guy I wasn’t so sure about. He was late twenties and looked as if he might have had some Hispanic blood in him. Didn’t I remember something about lots of Hispanics being too poor to get all the medical treatment they needed? I looked him over. He was wearing a T-shirt with a picture of some rock group on it over tight jeans. He was facing away from me, reaching up onto a shelf behind the cash desk and I noticed the way his pants clung tightly to his ass. When he turned round to serve me I looked down at his crotch and the denim was equally tight there. I couldn’t help noticing a big packet tucked down his left leg. Shit, he just couldn’t be cut. If his jeans were that tight on a bare cock head it would be unbearable, surely? If he was feeling anything like what I’d experienced on the walk to the store it would be down right painful. Bare cock head rubbing on denim with no possibility of respite by rolling your skin over it didn’t sound like a good combination to me. More than that, there was something in his face which looked as if he knew the feeling of a sheath over his dick. God knows why I was thinking this nonsense, but he just looked as if he’d have a dick like mine with no scar on it to show where some doc had cut part of it away. Damn, how could I think I could possibly know what a guy was carrying round in his pants just by looking at his face? This was weird. I was weird.
I suddenly realized he was looking at me looking at him, staring him in the crotch. God, that was an embarrassing moment! I thought he’d never finish making change after I thrust a ten-buck bill at him and I couldn’t wait to get out of the shop and back out onto the street. I set off walking briskly, dying to get some distance between me and the shame of being caught staring at another guy’s groin.
Things were getting pretty close to unbearable now. My clothes rubbing on my dick was too much. Jesus, how did guys stand that all the time? I just knew at that moment that I was so pleased I still had a foreskin that could save me from it and I couldn’t wait to get back to Phil’s apartment and get that damn tape off my dick. I fiddled around inside my pockets to see if I could free things up a bit, but it was no good. I decided that I’d have to wait for the campus shuttle bus to take me back - I couldn’t walk any further in that discomfort.
The bus seemed to take an age to come. Sitting at the stop I was ashamed of myself, thinking what folks would say if they had x-ray eyes and could look inside my pants and see my dick fitted up with tape. It suddenly all seemed so sicko and pervy. All I wanted was to get back to Phil’s bathroom and get things back to normal. At that moment, Mom and Pop seemed to have been so right in leaving my cock as God intended. Taking off part of your dick was weird thing to do, just not natural. You wouldn’t do it to any other part of your body would you? Guys who had to go through life with their pieces of meat being tortured by rubbing so uncomfortably on their clothes, those weird scar lines round their dicks and those rough patches of shrivelly skin where their hoods used to be were sad cases. Perhaps it was a good thing most of them had been got at when they were tiny kids and didn’t know what the alternative might have been. Keeping that bit of extra skin could have shielded them and protected them for knocks and scrapes, given them something to beat their meat with and meant they didn’t have to go through life permanently scarred by a surgeon’s scalpel.
Shit, it was going to hurt me pulling off that damn tape but coming off it was, and soon too. What had I been thinking of going along with all that stuff with Jeff the night before? I had been so right to say no to Phil that first Saturday when he wanted to get me cut - it would have been madness. Jeez, to think I could have been sitting at that bus stop with a bandage round my cock, maimed for life, regretting that I’d not had nerve enough just to say no and gone along with it just because it was the easiest way out of an embarrassing situation. Damn, there must be something seriously wrong with Phil too for being into that kind of thing. Perhaps I didn’t know my big brother too well after all. By the time that bus finally came round the corner I was real mad. Mad with Phil, mad with Jeff, mad with all those folks who got freaky things done to their kid sons, mad with the docs who did such an awful things and, most of all, mad with myself.
Funny though, after sitting in the cool of the bus for a few minutes things didn’t seem quite so bad. When I sat down my dick kinda sorted itself out a little and fell into a position where it felt almost comfortable. A few stops along the line a guy and a girl got on with their arms around each other and they sat down opposite me. She was real pretty. I couldn’t help noticing, in fact no one could have helped noticing, that she wasn’t wearing a bra. You could see the outline of her breasts very clearly though her T shirt. They had no sooner sat down than they started kissing. It was kinda embarrassing, sitting there on a public bus seeing them tonguing each other, so wrapped up in themselves and not caring who saw their pawing. I tried not to look but it was so hard not to. I could see her titties were starting to harden through her top. This was so uncomfortably horny. The guy just kinda casually ran his hand across her blouse, flicking her nipple as it went past and I so wondered what that must feel like. I’d never gotten to touch a girl’s breasts and I longed to know what it was like. My dick was beginning to stir, much though I didn’t want it to. Shit, I’d had just gotten it comfortable and here it was off again.
I looked across at the guy, so worried that he would notice me looking at them and at the tent that was beginning to form in my pants. I needn’t have worried. I could see that he was sporting a big boner too, so clearly pushing the material of his combats right out. This was too much. My cock was getting real rigid now and I could feel that so-unusual feeling of the skin on my shaft getting stretched so tight, still held firmly in place with that damn micropore. God, that sensation was so strong. No gentle twitching of my cock head inside its sleeve like usually happened when I popped wood, protected until I decided whether to uncover it or not. It was there, no choice about it being all exposed before I even got hard. That now-firm mushroom on the end of my stalk, its skin pulled firmly tight with all the slack held back neatly out of the way. But I must say it felt awesome in a way. I didn’t want to find it exciting looking at them, but it just was. I didn’t want to enjoy that extra tightness on my shaft but I did.
I looked at his growing tent and I couldn’t help wondering what was under there, pushing at his pants? Was his glans squirming inside a moistening, protective bag of foreskin? The chances were that he wasn’t though. I knew that much. He was probably cut tight like most normal guys, his shaft skin stretching under the excitement like mine was that day, his bare head roughly grinding on the material. It just struck me – did the have any shorts on or was he like Phil had been those times and not wearing any? What if there was seriously nothing between me and the head of his bare dick apart from the material of those fatigues? What a alarming thought – just a scrap of cloth between me and his cock head. I wondered too what the girl thought about his dick. Did she take it for granted that her boyfriends would be cut? Did she like that bare look or not even notice it? What would she think if she met a guy who still had his foreskin? Would she be grossed out by it or just not care? Shit, perhaps I was never going to get a girl to go to bed with me once she found out I hadn’t never gotten put right. Or were there perhaps a few girls who didn’t mind too much, perhaps even got seriously turned on by natural men?
I noticed just in time that we were almost back at Phil’s condo and I rang the bell to stop the bus. I was willing my dick to go down before we reached the stop, but hell I just couldn’t do anything with it. In a moment of inspiration I pulled my shirt tails out from my jeans so they hung down over my crotch to hide my boner and waited till the driver had pulled in to the kerb before making a dash for the door. Running off as quickly as I could before anyone had a chance to register that I was very, very, stiff I was into the elevator in record time, so anxious to get into the apartment and back to safety.
I swigged a big gulp of orange juice straight out of the carton in the refrigerator, slighty guiltily hearing Mom’s voice in my head telling me to use a glass, and sat down in the kitchen to gather myself, so glad to be back home. There was no doubt about it, but that tape was coming off. This was getting all too freaky. I opened my fly and eased out my dick. Jeez, it did look so amazingly different in it’s fancy dress. My glans was starting to look real strange too – the skin was sort of starting to seem a bit cracked, like it was drying up and shriveling. I ran a finger across it and shivered at the weird sensation. It felt like every nerve ending was on edge there, sitting on the surface and waiting to be stimulated. It was almost too intense to be enjoyable really, yet it did feel wild and I felt a stirring in my balls.
Jeff had done a real neat job with the tape. It was holding all too well and only a tiny end of one of the pieces of tape had come slightly loose. Still, it had done its time and it was coming off. It was time for the madness to end. I pulled gingerly at the loose end. Shit, it hurt like hell! It pulled my flesh way out from my shaft without making any sign of coming unstuck and the pain was searing. I persisted but it really was agony. I seemed to remember that you could get some stuff to help getting Band-Aids off and figured that might help. I wondered if there was any in the bathroom cabinet.
As I got up to go and look a piece of paper tucked under the fruit bowl with Phil’s writing on it caught my eye – “Meet you at gym this p.m. Rendezvous around 2.30.” I looked up at the clock – damn, it was 2.20 already. I had another tug at the tape but it was just too damn painful. Perhaps if I soaked it in a hot tub, but the time…. I knew I’d have to move fast if I was to catch Phil.
I slipped off my jeans, pulled on my gym shorts and an old T-shirt and trainers, grabbed a towel and headed off. Luckily, I could see the next shuttle bus turning into the street as I pulled the door behind me so I made a dash for the stop and made it to the gym block not long after half past.
It was deserted there and Phil was the only guy working out. He was covered in sweat pounding the treadmill and he looked pretty awesome in his shorts, his bare chest looking much more muscular than I remembered. I couldn’t help feel kinda proud that he was my big brother. I wondered if I’d get to look any like him in a few years time.
“Hi kid”, he said, without pausing from his exercise. “I was wondering if you were going to make it. I’ll be a while yet so get stuck in yourself.”
I didn’t go to the gym very often, in fact I didn’t like the one at school very much, but it was kinda cool being there in a real gym with my big brother. I warmed up on the treadmill next to Phil and then moved on to do a few rounds on the weights machine. That was a bit much for me after a while so I reckoned I’d do some bench presses instead. I started off with just a tiny weight on, but I was surprised how well I was doing and after a while I actually found I was enjoying the challenge. I had added a few more weights, lying there straining, flat out on the board and looking up and back at what I was lifting. I sensed someone standing over me. It was Phil, with a big smirk on his face.
“Hey kid, good job we are the only ones in this afternoon!” he said. “History repeats itself!”
I followed his gaze down, my arms still taught with the weighted pole in my hands. Shit, it had happened again alright. Shit, shit, shit - so embarrassing. My balls had worked their way free and I took in the sight of my long sack dangling out of the leg of my shorts and hanging surreally over the edge of the bench. Before I could get the weights back into the rest to stuff them away, Phil had reached down and, with a grin on his face, gently lifted my nuts high into the air and let them drop back down onto the foamed bench.
“As I think I said one time before, some girl is going to be very pleased to get her hands on that fine pair one day!”
Before I had a chance to say anything he spoke again.
“Come on kid, time to go. Lets hit the showers.”
Mercifully he changed the subject and chatted away about what we were going to do for the rest of the afternoon as we grabbed our stuff and headed for the locker room. My mind was still full of the nuts incident and I was relieved not to have to think of anything to say about it. When we got there though, an even worse thought hit me like a kick in the stomach. We were heading for the showers and my dick was still strapped up in its tape. I just couldn’t let Phil see but what could I do? I couldn’t not shower off. We were going out to eat and I was covered in sweat. It would look real weird if I tried not to. Damn damn damn. I should have persisted earlier and just pulled off that tape however much it hurt.
Phil had already kicked off his shorts and was down to his jock strap. I figured if I timed it right I could get to the other end of the big shower area whilst he was walking away from me, keep my back turned whilst I showered and try and pull the same stunt in reverse when he’d done. It was my only option. Thank God it was as deserted in there as in the rest of the place. I did my best to look busy fiddling with my wash stuff until he made for the faucets.
Pulling off my shorts in a flash, I made a run for it. His ass looked really firm as he walked away from me but there was another surprise there too. He had small kind of a tattoo on his butt – some kind of design or other. There wasn’t time to think about that though. I had more pressing concerns on my mind. I was under the shower in a second, my face turned resolutely to the wall. So far so good.
“Could you pass me some of that shampoo”
I heard him clear enough over the sounds of the tumbling water. Damn. It was in a glass bottle. How often do you see shampoo in a glass bottle? I just couldn’t risk throwing it to him. I just let on not to hear.
“Hey kid, give me some shampoo over here” he said again, except this time he was right behind me.
I grabbed the bottle and reached round as little as I could to hand it to him, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t notice.
I saw the look on his face though. No one could have missed it. It was something like astonishment, but deeper than that. He looked as if something had really shaken him. I took him in, his big strong frame with the beginnings of a six-pack below his hairless chest, yet with a look on his face that made him seem so vulnerable at that moment.
“You’ve still got it on” he said slowly. “You still got that tape on your dick.”
It was a statement, but one which seemed to carry so much unspoken extra significance for him.
“You’ve kept your foreskin taped back since Jeff fixed it for you.”
I started to burble something or other but what he did stopped me in my tracks. He just pulled me to him. Pulled me close to him and hugged me. There in the showers. He held me so close and tight, something he so rarely did. I could feel the strength in his arms and couldn’t help but be aware of the sensation of his dick brushing on my stomach, my own bare cock head being pushed onto his thigh by the power of his embrace. He seemed to hold me for an age.
I was so worried that someone might come in at any moment. Shit, what would they say. Yet Phil, my big brother, holding me close to him like this, blew me away.
Ther was something more amazing thoughs, more alarming than anything else that could possibly have happened. I began to realise that his dick was really pressing into my stomach now. He was starting to get hard.
Looking back, I often wonder what might have happened if someone hadn’t come in then, but they did. So that was that. There was the sound of guys talking in the lobby and Phil just let me go and went back and washed his hair. I ran for the benches and had my towel round me and my taped up dick before anyone else could have seen.
One thing I had learnt about Phil on that trip was that when things were over, they were over. However much you may expect or want him to talk about something after the event he just wasn’t interested. So that was that. Yet the memory of that moment stays with me still – that spontaneous hug from my big brother with so much feeling in it, but with that strange, worrying addition. He was getting hard. I don’t think I could have misread that. Worse still, and I hardly dared admit it even to myself, I knew I wouldn’t have been far behind if we hadn’t have been interupted. Would I have welcomed that happening? I just didn’t know. I still don’t. That was Phil though – the moment was the moment and never referred to again.
Phil was working again the next day when Mom phoned from England. I was instantly freaked, realising I was talking to her with my dick taped up. Surely she could hear from my voice that something was different. I felt ashamed, like I’d let her down in some way. I was relieved to hear that Gran was doing great but pleased when she finally rang off, worried that I’d feel compelled to tell her what had been going on if we spoke for much longer - to just blurt it all out. Jeez, what would she say? As soon as I was off the phone I was in the bathroom and running a very hot tub. That tape had to come off.
It did hurt a little, but not as much as I’d feared. The hot water helped I figure, and the ends of the tape had started to come a bit loose anyway. Half an hour later I was my normal self again, my penis back there in its entirety, the end covered over demurely in the way nature had intended. Shit, it felt strange! My foreskin was a bit battered, a bit bloated even as it slowly unfurled itself from its confinement and fell forward again over my head. There were a couple of patches of white looking skin where the bandage had been but no damage done. Walking round the condo, I sort of missed the stimulation of the last couple of day’s bareness but it was a luxury to know that my dick was protected and safe in its cocoon, that it wouldn’t get uncomfortable wherever it lay in my pants.
That afternoon, lying on the bed and getting bored with my book, I started to get horny thinking back over the last couple of days. Someone else had touched my dick for the first time and guys had been talking all sorts of adult stuff to me. And there had been that hug. That hug with a significance that I couldn’t quite get my head round. My hand was soon inside my zipper, feeling the old familiarity of the shape of my cock head inside its foreskin. I worked the bud of my overhang a little, reaching down to my balls to free up a bit more skin like Jeff had done before he taped me. I pushed the extra fold back and got a hold of my frenum. Shit, three days ago I didn’t even know what that was. I rolled it slowly between my fingers, feeling my rod start to stiffen but without that strange feeling of the extra tightness the tape had given me. I started beating off, the old familiar way, wanking my dick with the skin sleeve. Funny though, it almost felt like I wasn’t doing anything to it. The feeling was, well, just tame.
I was seriously horny now and opened up my jeans and pulled up my T-shirt. I wrapped a fist round my ball sack and tugged them hard in the way I like doing when I beat off. Nice, but still this wasn’t going to do for me. With left my left hand I pulled back the foreskin, revealing a glans which still looked a bit dry after its constant exposure of the previous days. Spitting on my right I started to grind my cock head. That was nice. I tugged the foreskin back harder and my shaft skin lay out flat. I rubbed on the inner skin. Again, a couple of days ago I didn’t even know I had inner skin. That was more like it. Pulling the shaft skin taughter still I was whacking off like I’d had to when I was taped. In seconds, I’d shot a huge wad over my stomach.
Phil was on a late shift. I’d wondered about waiting up for him but when it got to midnight I was too tired to stay awake any longer and hit the hay. When I woke I thought for a second or two it was morning but it was still dark. I looked at the clock. It was 2.30, but I felt wide awake. I heard voices. They were talking softly but I could hear the boys had come back with Phil. I tossed and turned for a while but it was no good so I figured I might as well get up and join them. It was cool being able to do things like that. I pulled on my robe and padded along the hall in bare feet.
Its funny how fast your mind works sometimes. As soon as I went in I kinda knew things were strange. I sort of took it all in in an instant. I saw the TV screen first – it was right in front of the door and I saw it before I was properly into the room. If I’d been a bit more awake perhaps I’d have reacted quicker to what I saw and managed to turn back to my room before they’d heard me start to push at the door. Shit, if I had how different things might have been. But I didn’t react quick enough, it was as simple as that. They were watching a video. A guy was lying on his back with a girl sitting on top of him, letting him fuck her. Another guy was standing by the side of the bed, letting the first guy suck his cock. A split second later I took in Phil and the guys. They were sitting on the couch. Phil was in the middle with one arm round Jeff, the other one reaching across to hold his cock and the two of them were kissing in a way I’d never imagined two guys could. Carl was on the other side with his jeans round his ankles, one hand round Phil’s cock, the other working at his own.
I was mesmerized by Carl's cock to the extent that I didn’t have time to dwell on the implications of Phil and Jeff. It was huge. Just huge. A couple of the kids in school were real big but I’d never imagined that any guy could have a piece quite that size. That wasn’t all though. It had a big ring of metal right through it which seemed to go inside his piss slit and come out where his frenum might have been.
They looked stunned. The next second seem to take forever, but in that second it seemed that my brain seemed to do a massive recalculation. I wasn’t surprised though. I think that instant I sort of made sense of a few things that my mind had been puzzling over without me ever having realise it.
“Hey kid” said Phil fatuously and a little unsteadily, “How’s it going?”
Banal, but what else was there to say really?
The TV was turned down real low, but I could hear the woman moaning in the background.
I did the only thing I could do. The only thing to save Phil from that awful moment. I sat down in the easy chair, turned towards the TV, opened my robe and took hold of my dick. It was the only way I could think of to show to Phil that it was all ok. He was my brother. It was all cool, I told myself. Mind blowing, but cool. I just had to show him everything was ok.
The woman was really screaming now. She was flicking her nipples and pulling herself high off the guy’s dick before plunging right down again. Shit, he must have a big dick for her to be able to do that. The guy standing by the bed now had his meat in his hand and was beating off over the guy lying down. I noticed he had a ring round his balls and I couldn’t help but glance over to see if Phil was wearing his too. He was of course. I couldn’t help looking at Jeff’s cock. Still stiff, big but nowhere near as awesome as Carl’s. I noticed the empty groove under the head where he used to have a frenum. So Carl had taken that from him too when the stripped his dick. There was a dark brown ring round his shaft like some of the kids at school had and I could see the different color of his inner skin above it. Phil’s cock had shriveled. Poor guy. I must have given him a real fright barging in like that. Apart from the fact that his cock was so much smaller, the ruff of loose skin behind his head made his cock look so different from Jeff’s sleek shaft His balls looked small too compared to mine, held so tight up toward his body unlike my low hanging ones. I took in Carl’s cock again, looking more closely now I was over the shock of the metal through it. His shaft looked real tight too, but I couldn’t see any brown ring round it, nor any contrasting inner skin. Shit, he was just unbelieveably big. Surely it would really hurt a girl to take that up her, not that I thought he’d ever want to try given the evidence of that moment.
I looked back at the screen. The standing guy had just shot a wad over the girl's face and it was running down her cheek. The guy who had been screwing her got up, bent the other man over the bed and came to stand behind him. Shit, was he going to give it to him up his chute? Was it possible? Boys at school sometimes talked about faggots doing that but could a guy really take one up there? Surely it would just hurt real bad? I noticed he had a foreskin – not much of one, nowhere near as much as me, but the had one. So that wasn’t too gross to be allowed in a movie then. That was kinda comforting. He stuck it up the guy – it just sort of slid in. The girl moved round and lay on the bed in front of him and he began to lick her pussy as the guy fucked him from behind.
I was a bit surprised to find that my meat was rock hard in my hand. I just couldn’t help but start to beat it. I just had to. As I did so I became aware that Carl and Jeff were doing the same.
Phil wasn’t though, just sitting there looking kinda stunned. I wasn’t surprised and my heart went out to him. Poor guy. It was Jeff who spoke.
“You look kinda lonely over there, kid. Why don’t you come over and join us?”
I was amazed that I did, but I did. I went over and stood in front of them, looking down at the three cocks on the couch, all so different from each other and each so different from mine. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, my hand was working my cock rhythmically. Funny, I noticed that without realising it my left hand was holding my foreskin back hard and I was grinding my exposed head with pre-cum. Jeff was rubbing his hand round his inner skin, Carl was rubbing hard at his cock head like me only much rougher, the metal ring disappearing and reappearing from his fist as he worked his big meat. Phil wasn’t touching his cock at all, just staring at my bared glans with a weird look on his flushed face. Then he amazed me again – the second time in two days that he took me so, so unawares. He just slipped down from the couch and onto the floor and before I realized what was happening he had my dick in his mouth. My dick in my big brother’s mouth. Right the way down in, right down his throat. I felt my balls squirm in my sack and I let out all my gizz into him.
Later, the video replaced by some old film on the TV, the empty beer bottles tidied away and replaced by coffee cups, the conversation suddenly nonexistent, I heard myself say it. I knew I was going to speak, but somehow I didn’t exactly know what I was going to come out. It was simple in the end though.
All I heard myself say was “Guys, I think I want to get circumcised.”
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