By Gareth Walton

I just chilled that day. I went downtown for a while, read a little when I got back, but studiously managed to avoid anything to do with my cock. When I’d gotten it out to take a leak at the mall though I wasn’t able to stop myself wondering what it would be like not having to roll back the skin as I peed. In fact, what it would be like not being able to do that – ever again. When I finally heard Phil’s key in the lock that evening I caught Jeff and Carl’s voices too and I was relieved in a way that I wasn’t going to have to spend the evening alone with my brother and his incessant questions, even though it would be kinda embarrassing facing them all again after last night.

Actually, in the event it was all so very normal. Carl and Jeff both mentioned that they were really glad that I’d said I wanted to be circumcised and that they knew I would never regret it. With that bit of the conversation out of the way we just spent the evening chatting and watching TV as normal. When the movie finished Phil went out for some beers. Pulling open the rings on four cans and passing them round he said “I want to propose a toast: To my little brother, for his good sense in wanting to join a very special club, one which he will never regret having joined.”

Of course I knew what he meant straight away, and I hoped that that would be the end of it. It wasn’t of course. He went on ”I told you I’d bring some stuff home to help you decide how to get circumcised, and I have. Here they are – Brad, Carl and me.”

It took me a second or two to get it. Shit. I’d thought it was going to be a book and stuff, but they must have had it all planned out. It was all so off pat. Before I could say anything they were all unbuckling their jeans. It was so embarrassing. In a few seconds I had three men’s cocks there right in front of my face. It was as simple as that.

“Kid brother, I present to you three examples of the circumciser’s art for your further education and edification,” he said. This was unreal.

“To my left is Mr. Jeffery Bennett, owner of a fine high and tight circumcision on his outstandingly beautiful penis. Notice the sleek, tight shaft skin, the way the sensitive inner foreskin has been preserved and remains permanently laid out before your eyes, topped off by the neat and even circumcision scar placed high up on his shaft.”

Taking hold of Jeff’s limp dick, he lifted it up.

“Underneath, you will see where the frenum has been completely excised, leaving an empty deep V shaped groove where once there was a thin string of skin.”

God, this was freaky but I had to admit it was horny too. My big brother standing there, discussing his partner’s cock in front of me like that, well it was something else. A week ago I’d have never thought Phil could be like this. He just seemed so comfortable with it all. They all seemed so comfortable with it all. I realised again I had moved on to live in a very different world from the one I had left at home.

“Next”, he said. “my good self. Philip Johnson, dissatisfied owner of a low and too loose cut. See the bunch of redundant skin which has been left to gather behind the glans, meaning it can still be pulled forward onto the ridge of the head preventing the benefit of total and permanent bareness of the glans. Notice the scar line buried deep in those folds of skin close to the head, and see that underneath the frenum is regrettably still in place.”

Despite my misgivings I was getting a boner now. I just couldn’t help it.

“Lastly, and by no means least, Mr. Carl Putzman.”

Shit, Carl’s cock was huge. Thinking about it that day I’d reckoned that it must have grown in my imagination since last night, but seeing it again I realised it hadn’t - it was just awesome. I noticed now just how big his nuts were as well, almost as big as mine even though they didn’t hang in such a low sack. It was kinda comforting to see someone else with nads even vaguely as large as my own but I noticed he wasn’t wearing the metal ring through his dick head today and kinda regretted not being able to take a close look at it.

“Another recipient of a low circumcision, this circumciser unlike mine knew what he was doing. The scar line is again placed in the groove behind the, if I may say so, magnificent head but notice this time how the shaft skin is stretched tight and sleek with no scrap of skin remaining that might have been excised.”

He wasn’t wrong there. Carl had a real mushroom on the end of his dick and the whole thing was stripped bare. The shaft sort of tapered in behind it, emphasizing the shape even more clearly. I couldn’t help taking in all three cocks, hanging there just for me to look at. It struck me just how different penises can look. Even more so, it hit me, how much the way they had been cut could make them look more varied still. God, to think I’d never even noticed that in all those years in the locker room at school.

“In presenting the magnificent shape of the head the circumciser has removed a lot of the sensitive inner skin but I think, gentlemen, that you will agree that the impressive visual effect has been worth that sacrifice. Underneath…”, and at this Carl lifted his dick up for me to see under his head, “ the frenum has again been fully and neatly excised.

Shit, the groove under Carl’s head was just huge. You could have rested the end of your little finger in there with no problem, and I could clearly see the hole where his ring must come out. I felt my dick twitch just looking at it.

“So, all in all, three different penises modified in three different ways each, with the possible exception of my own, offering their own delights, advantages and…”

“Shit Phil, “ cut in Carl. “Cut that academic crap. All the kid wants to know is how different do they all feel to jack with. Right kid?”

“Yeah” said Jeff. “That’s the bottom line here. How they feel in your hand. That’s what really matters. Come here kid and road test these babies!”

Without, mercifully, waiting for any response from me as I just wouldn’t have known what to say, Jeff took his meat in his hand and started stroking. I saw something pass over Phil’s face and I felt that this bit of the presentation hadn’t been part of his plan. Carl had grasped his cock round the base and I was amazed to see just how much of it hung out of the other side of his fist.

Jeff spat on his hand and began grinding the head of his cock with it. I began to wonder if he and Carl had plotted this as an extra bit to Phil’s scheme behind his back. He certainly looked a little ill at ease for a second or two and I took him in trying to read the look on my face. Thinking back, I reckon he must have just decided that it was easier to go along with the boys than to say anything.

Jeff and Carl both had wood now. Phil kinda meekly joined in after a second or two, working the head of his bared cock between his thumb and finger. I reckoned he must have been thinking very fast, and in a moment he was back in charge of the situation.

“Yeah,” he said, “come and try them out for size, or at least for style!”

In a way, I was pleased. He’d given me approval to do what Jeff had suggested and I was suddenly so horny and longing to know what those different cocks felt like in my hand. Even so, I don’t think I would have been able to move if Phil had shown any sign of disapproval.

Carl sort of gestured to me and, without really thinking about it, my jeans were round my ankles too and we were standing in a circle with our four hard and so-different-looking cocks surreally pointing in towards the middle.

Tentatively, I reached out and took hold of Phil’s dick. I had to start with him. He was my brother. Shit, that was an amazing moment – the first time I had held another man’s cock in my life, and it was my big brother’s. That seemed right somehow. I put my hand right round the shaft, noticing that it felt a lot thinner than mine and that I could contain almost all of the length of it within my fist. The feeling, well it was such a mixture of emotions that I couldn’t have begun to understand or explain. Closeness and trust were a big part of it. My big brother was allowing me and trusting him to hold his manhood and giving me his blessing to do the same with his boyfriend and good buddy. It was totally horny too. I couldn’t begin to deny that.

I began to enjoy the idea of holding an unfamiliar cock and began to explore a bit. I felt the roughness of his bared glans. The skin was like mine had become after a day spent taped up, only much more so and quite dry and leathery. I felt the bunch of skin behind his helmet, kneading it a bit like he had done that morning to show me just how much there was there still. I though I heard a small sound come from the back of his throat. I tried moving the skin on his shaft a little. It yielded, nowhere near as much as mine would have done in its normal state but actually quite a bit more than it had with its tape in place. Shit, that was such a wild feeling - knowing that the half an inch or so of movement of the skin on Phil’s cock was all that he had ever known. I tried the sort of wanking action that I used on myself and felt the firmness of the skin, just allowing me to roll his remaining hood to the top of his ridge but no where near enough to get it down the other side.

“Fuck” I said.

I rarely swear, but the word just escaped and I felt my cock twitching out of control as the realisation hit me over again that circumcision was a total and permanent state. Phil was never going to be able to go back and be able to do what I had always taken for granted and be able to cover his most intimate part. That was the way his cock was now and always would be and that was that.

“Fuck, that’s so awesomely tight” I said.

“Jeez, that’s nothing kid.” said Carl. “Try the big man-sausage to your left.”

I didn’t need a second invitation. I felt a bit funny abandoning my brother’s cock to hold Jeff’s, but I so had to do it. I could see from the look on Phil’s face that he was OK about it and in one second I had my hand round Jeff’s dick. In one second more I was feeling totally blown away. Jeff’s cock skin didn’t feel like skin at all. It was pulled so tight that it had taken on the character of something else. It was so sleekly smooth. I had my hand tight round his shaft and tried moving the skin but it wouldn’t, just wouldn’t. There was not one millimeter of slack in that shaft skin, so tight had he been sliced. My hand just slid over it, along his cock from base to head without any sign of give with just the slightest ridge where his foreskin had once started. My stalk had felt smooth when it was taped up, but nothing like this. I felt the blood rushing to my face and my balls churning in their sack.

I’d gotten really turned once before when Jamie had stolen one of his step-dad’s girlie magazines to show me but this was something else. I’d never ever imagined that a dick could feel like that. I looked into Jeff’s face and sensed that he knew what I was feeling. I figured he must once have felt that way too when, what was it he had said, when his “horizons had been opened up a little.”

I sensed Carl moving a fraction closer to me. I was reluctant to leave Jeff in one way, but I was into this now. Phil’s hand moved in towards Jeff’s cock as I let it go and I saw that Carl now had his hand round Phil’s stalk. His other hand was held right out of the way as if making an invitation for me to take hold of his dick. The tightness of his shaft was not such as surprise after experiencing Jeff’s but the sheer bulk of his cock and the feeling of the weight of it in my hand was awesome. Shit, it was just like a huge hard salami. What must it be like carrying a piece like that around in your pants all the time? I could barely close my fist around its girth. I slid my fingers down to feel the roughness of the patch of shriveled looking skin where his circ scar was, right behind the huge mushroom head. My heart was really hammering, as I felt round behind the deep, deep rim of his glans, no skin anywhere near to get in the way of my full exploration of his totally bared stump. The look of his empty frenum groove had been printed on my memory yesterday and I reached my fingertips underneath his head to explore there. The void seemed so deep. It was mind blowing to contemplate just how much of his penis had been cut away to leave it like that. My fingertip found the indentation of his piercing hole, and that was it for me. Without having even touched my cock, my balls churned again and I saw myself shooting rope after rope of thick cum high into the air. Some of it hit Carl on the chest and he scooped some of it up and his hand as if by instinct. His hand was instantly round his dick, grinding his bare cock head hard with my jizz. I became aware of Phil groaning a little and looked across to see him and Jeff both beating frantically their meat. Jeff came first, but within seconds Carl and Phil had both added their juice to the pool of my spunk on the floor between us.

So, my first circle-jerk. And I hadn’t even had to jerk! It had been wild, just totally wild. It had helped me know for sure that when, or was it still if, I decided to actually become a circumcised man I was going to be, as my Granddad in England would have said, “the full Monty” or nothing. It would just have to be a high and tight total stripping. Jeff and Carl’s circumcisions, well they made Phil’s seem like nothing at all – just a sort of worse version of my intact dick with none of the benefits of a foreskin and none of the pure horniness of being totally without one for ever.

It seemed unreal talking about actually getting myself made like Jeff and Carl, when Phil and I discussed the options the next morning. As I was going to have to go home in a couple of days we agreed that we would leave it all until the next vacation. He would fix it with Mom that I’d come and stay for a couple of weeks, he’d arrange a few days off and we we’d go through with it together then. It was kinda comforting to know that my big brother would be on the table next to me loosing more of himself as all the spare skin came off my dick. Having decided to go for it (I had decided, hadn’t I? I still couldn’t really believe that I had) it made a lot of sense to wait until then. Phil said that I’d be more or less healed up in a fortnight and I’ve have the whole of the long vacation to get used to my new model before heading back to school.

Jeff came round that evening he said it was a good plan when we told him our plan. He suggested that from his experience that it would be good for me to spend as much time as I could before then with my hood taped back. I could get more used to the feeling of permanent bareness for long periods so the sensitivity of my bare cock head rubbing on my shorts when I had been circumcised would be easier to cope with. Shit, when he said that it hit me like a blow in the stomach. The thought of loosing the option of respite from the over stimulation I had experienced the other day and not ever again being able to cover over if it became too much was a bit hard to get my head around. He went on to say that it would also give me a chance to decide if I really wanted to be cut. Phil looked a bit crestfallen at that, but he had to agree that Jeff was right. In a way, I’d have preferred it if we’d just gone along to the surgery wing there and then and gotten if over with before I could even start thinking about backing out.

Jeff got me taped up again later that night, explaining carefully how to do it and making me do most of the work this time. The sensation was no less mind blowing that time around and it was real hard not popping a boner as I saw my skin held right back out of the way again. It made me feel real horny and I was kinda hoping the three of us could have a repeat of the previous night’s fun with the video but it looked as if it wasn’t to be. For the first time since I had been there, Jeff was going to spend the night with Phil and they obviously just wanted to be together. I headed off to the sack feeling a little let down and thought I’d seen the last of them. Just as I climbed into my bed though, I heard them giggling in the corridor. There was a knock on the door and they both came in, bollock naked, their hands behind their backs. I couldn’t help but quickly scan their crotches again, comparing their now familiar cocks but it was the big grins on their faces that really struck me. Without saying a word, they took their hands from behind their backs. Jeff handed me a towel and Phil a tube of some stuff called “Liquid Silk”. With that, they were gone!

Both articles came in very handy that night. I reveled in the first of many long, luxurious and fully lubricated, totally awesome taped back jerk sessions. The lube felt awesome and I was just so turned on by the way my shaft skin stayed so tight as my hand slid along the length of my shaft and stimulated the wide band of inner skin laid out behind my cock head. It was still a bit too much to grind my glans in my fist like the boys seemed to like doing and I wondered how long it would be before I could fully enjoy doing that. It was so nice to know that Phil knew, even approved of what I was up to and not to have to furtively creep out and raid the bathroom cabinet to get some skinless satisfaction. For the first time I kinda relaxed into the idea of being without a foreskin for the rest of my life and I felt that I had already half-joined that “special club” as Phil had called it. I thought too about how it would be to be the same as everyone else in the locker room that fall semester. That was kidna nice, although I guessed that Brad Svendsen would still find something to goad me with even when my cock looked as bare, probably even barer, than his. I thought about all of them in the team - Neil, Harry, Miguel, Christoph and the others – and felt sorry for them that they’d never known what is was like to have an intact dick. I was privileged that I’d get to decide how my dick looked, even if I chose to end up being as bare as them anyway. I thought about Svendsens’s thick piece of meat as I whacked off and what it might have looked like if he’d been permitted to keep a foreskin on it but it was the memory of Carl’s mighty piece in my hand that finally made me blow my last wad of the night. I threw the towel in the linen basket, put off the light and turned over onto my stomach to enjoy the sensation of the cool cotton round my bare head again as I fell asleep, thinking of my future life as an all-American cut dude with a back-to-the-balls circumcised dick.

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