The
Canterbury Tails pt.7
Three Men’s Stories on the Road to Circumcision.
The Kid’s Tail –
“Big Brother”
Part Five
by
Gareth
Walton
Something a
little freaky happened a few weeks into that summer semester when a new kid
joined my Grade. He was from
“Hey guys,” he was saying. “We’ve gotten another poor doggy-dicked bastard amongst us. Pinch your noses ready for some smelly French cheese.”
Someone yelled at him “Shut the fuck up, wrinkle dick”.
A split second before I realised who had shouted. It was me - I had actually hollered that out without even thinking about it. Jeez, had I really said that to Brad Svendsen? Had I actually stood up to him?
It was true now I came to think about it. Brad’s dick did look kinda wrinkled. He had a whole bunch of skin behind his head and it struck me that his circumcision was like a more extreme version of Phil’s and really kinda weird looking. I suppose it could even have been the same doctor had cut both of them and left them real loose like that. In an instant of insight I realized that perhaps that that was why Brad was always so intent on teasing me - he wanted all the attention on some other guy’s dick so that no one noticed his and saw that it looked kinda odd.
There was a moment of total silence, then the whole class was laughing. God, that sound was such a relief. Brad could turn real nasty sometimes and it was great that the other kids had taken my side. You could tell from his face that he was dumbfounded but trying hard not to be. Mercifully, the next thing that happened was that Mr. O’Shea was in the door yelling at us like normal to be quiet and get into the gym in double quick time or else, so I was saved.
I was sure I was going to have to pay the price later in recess but the amazing thing was Brad never said a word to me. In fact he never made any comment about my hood, or Mathieu’s for that matter, or even my low balls ever again. I’d never really believed when folks said you should stand up to a bully, but in this case it seemed to work. Amazing that it was so easy to fix him after all I had been through.
Once I was over the shock of my rash move I was real pleased with myself. I knew that if I had stopped to think I would never have had nerve enough to answer Brad back. Jamie came up and congratulated me in that next recess, and I got the feeling that he was meaning more than he was saying to me about the whole situation. Later I wondered if perhaps one day Jamie would get to ask Mathieu if he could try his skin out like he had mine. Shit, that was a weird feeling thinking that it would have to be Mathieu after the summer as then I would never be able to oblige in that department again, not once I was cut as bare as the others. The thought of Jamie rolling back another guy’s hood kinda made me feel a bit funny and wonder all over again if I was mad to be going through with my circumcision.
I’m not sure if Mathieu had grasped the full implications of what had been going in the locker room either, but he was always real nice to me after that. He didn’t have nearly as much hood as me, in fact his hardly even covered over his head, but it was kinda cool to have another guy with a foreskin around. It sometimes bothered me to think that he might get freaked when I turned up in the fall stripped back to the balls and left him in my old role as the only intact kid in the class with all that entailed. It dawned on me then too that the other kids might have something to say on the matter when they saw I had been cut and I wondered if I would just be swapping one cause for teasing for another. Jeez, why did shit like that have to bother me? Why should it even have to cross my mind? I’m sure no one else apart from me would give a toss. Why did I always have to worry so much about what other people felt? Other times I have to admit I got a pervy kind of a thrill thinking that when he saw me stripped bare next semester if it might give Mathieu ideas too. He might even ask me about what it was like getting done and stuff, perhaps even end up asking his folks if he could get cut as well.
The weeks seemed
to drag by that summer and I thought the day of my special trip to
Phil came up for a long weekend before we were both due to head south for the vacation and I was like a restless puppy the whole time, just anxious to get on with it before my nerve failed me. He told me to be sure to pack a couple of pairs of loose pants for the trip, and I figured I could guess why. I still wasn't sure how I was going to cope with my dick head permanently bare, even though I’d gotten much more used to it with my cock taped up for much of the time since my last trip. Even so, being cut had to be even barer feeling didn’t it? No respite at all, in fact no respite ever again.
The drive down
south finally gave us a chance to talk properly and Phil went over the plan
with me. It was all fixed up for two days time on the following Saturday. He
was going, as my English cousins would have put it, to “throw a sickie” for a
few days as he couldn’t really be on the wards until his re-circumcision was
healed up a bit. He wet into lots of medical stuff about the procedure but I
didn’t like to say that I couldn’t really take it all in so I just kept
agreeing with him. After a couple of hours on the freeway when we were crossing
over the bridge from D.C. into
Jeff and Carl looked real well. It was great to see them again, and they seemed genuinely pleased to see me too. Carl was wearing shorts and I couldn’t help noticing that his big piece kinda showed, flopping round inside. I wondered if he didn’t go in for underwear much either. I got to find out later when we got to Phil’s place and he sprawled down on the sofa. The leg of his cut-offs kinda rode up a bit and I could just see the head of his dick with its ring through it peeking out down his leg. Jeez, that got me so horny.
Their attitude to me seemed have changed a little and they treated me much more like an adult than before which was real nice. We had a few beers and it was getting kinda late when Jeff suggested that we watch a video. I assumed that he’d gotten some movie out of Blockbuster for us to watch, but it was a different kind of video he had in mind. It was one of Phil’s “suck and fucks” that they put on. It was a bit weird at first, but shit that stuff sure was horny. This young guy was out jogging in the park when an older guy pulled up alongside him in a car. Within seconds the young guy’s sweat pants were down around his ankles and the guy in the car had his cock in his mouth through the open window. Shit, did stuff like that really happen? It didn’t take long for Phil and co. to have their flies opened and their boners in their hands and it felt real cool to be there with them as if it was the most normal thing in the world to beat off with your buddies. After a minute or two, seeing the video and the boys’ three cut cocks hard and in action it seemed funny not to join in.
Phil and Jeff were kinda into each other in a big way that night, kissing and stuff and frigging themselves off. After a while I was amazed with myself when I plucked up courage to walk across and sit next to Carl. I wondered if he had been kinda waiting for me to join him but hadn’t liked to suggest it and I respected him for that. He put his arm round me and I had an uneasy moment when I wondered if the was going to want to tongue me too. Luckily he didn’t – that would have been gross and I don’t think I could have let him as I wasn’t sure if I was into that real gay stuff. I reached out and took hold of his thick stick in my hand. Jeez, that piece of his was amazing. I played a bit with the ring through his dick head, working it backwards and forward through his piss slit wondering just what it must feel like to have a piece of metal inside there. I dropped my hand down around his shaft and the tightness of his skin and the leathery feel of his huge mushroom head blew me away just as much as it had the last time.
On the video, the jogger was getting ready to screw the driver across the hood of his car and I saw a close up of his big dick with its wide brown circ scar ring so high up on his shaft. Did I really want a dick that looked like that? For the first time I knew that I did. I really did.
Carl was working my boner now. I was taped up of course and it had felt real tight all day, but Carl got his hand round the base of my shaft and pulled everything tighter still. Jeez, that felt amazing. He spat on his hand and started grinding my glans in his palm in the way that I had come to really enjoy now my dick head had dried out a little and I could cope with the intensity that kind of stimulation. He was a real expert and I had just never felt anything so wild, especially as it was the first time anyone else had ever touched my dick in a sexual way. In a way it felt a shame that my skin was taped up as it would have been cool to have someone do that sort of stuff to me just once while I still had a skin to be played with but, shit, it was amazing just the way it was. I figured I was even a little worried that if I hadn’t been taped I might discover it felt even better having a guy play with my foreskin and the doubts would come back, so perhaps it was best the way things were and not even to let my thoughts start to go down that road. My mind came back to reality and Carl was working my whole shaft now, sliding his fist back and forth along the length of it. I felt my balls start to churn and I shot a huge wad of cum all over his hand. Carl kinda purred a little and, pulling hard at his stalk with his other hand, amazed me by licking my jizz off his fist as he came too. I figured I still had a lot to learn about sex and stuff.
The next morning was weird. I was so aware it was going to be the last whole day that I’d spend intact. That was so mind-blowing yet everything seemed so normal. Phil and I had breakfast together and there didn’t even seem much to talk about regarding the momentous next day as we’d gone over everything so much already. He just asked me if I was still sure I wanted a high and tight like Jeff’s and I said I did. He told me it would be a good idea to take the tape off my dick so that my skin could settle back into its default setting by the next day so Carl would get a true impression of my hood and the way it worked. (“So he could see exactly the best way to cut it off me forever” I added in my head as an ending to Phil’s sentence.)
After Phil had hit the wards I soaked the micropore off in the tub, aware that I’d never need to tape up again. I spent a while just looking at my intact dick, all sorts of things going through my mind. It looked ok, nothing wrong with it at all really. Just that it wasn’t, well, just that it wasn’t circumcised. It was my choice that was going to make it look so totally different for ever by allowing Carl to cut part of it away. How freaky was that. I reckoned that it was going to be a while before it was going to be in a fit state for wanking with so I began the first of several jerk offs that day. I’d reckoned that, as a kinda principle, I’d use my skin every time that day, like for old time’s sake. I managed it the first time, but it was real hard. It just felt damn well wrong. I just couldn’t do it like that anymore. After that I ended up rolling back and holding the skin taught as I beat off and it felt so much better that way. It was like I was already circumcised in my head, like my foreskin already wasn’t there. Like it wasn’t a part of the real me anymore. The real me? The new me? The circumcised me.
Something totally unexpected happened that evening. Phil came back with the boys after work and we chilled for a while and got to eat. As I’d expected, we got to talking about the next day and stuff, going over the plan. Jeff suggested that we did a bit of groundwork to speed thing up in the morning, and Carl agreed that it could be kinda useful. Somehow I guessed that they had had this bit planned out but I didn’t let on. Phil said that perhaps they should check out exactly where Jeff and Carl were going to cut us and before long my big brother and I had our jeans and shorts off. Shit, this kinda stuff was almost starting to feel normal to me. Carl and Jeff starting pulling Phil’s bunch of skin around, stretching it out in all directions and talking technical stuff that kinda passed me by. Jeff had a felt pen with him and he drew a couple of lines round Phil’s dick to show where he would make the incisions to remove the band of skin that would leave him with the dick he wanted. They talked about his frenum too and checked if he really wanted that taken out. He said he did, but they already knew that of course. I wondered if Phil might pop a boner, but he didn’t. His dick just lay there, kinda small and vulnerable looking as if it was scared about what was going to happen to it tomorrow when someone took a scalpel to it and cut part of it away. I knew how it felt. There was something about this all which was so damn horny, yet the sort of horniness that is in your head and not the sort of thing you get stiff about.
Finally they were satisfied with Phil and it was my turn. Carl gave my hood such a going over, stretching it out, rolling it right back and exploring it in ever which way. Phil had told him I was certain about the high and tight, but Carl said he wanted to be sure that he was going to get me only as tight as I wanted and no more, certainly that he didn’t end up cutting so tight that my balls ended up pulled up onto my shaft. “It would be such a shame to spoil the way those beauties hang” he said, which was real nice. He held my foreskin back in different ways, folding the skin back on itself so I could see how it might look after the possible ways of cutting. The choice was a bit frightening - how could you be sure what you wanted until you’d experienced it for real, and by then of course it would be too late to change? All I could tell him was that I trusted him to know what to do for the best, and that I’d be real pleased to end up with a cock like Jeff’s. He told me that to get a result like that he’d have to take my frenum out and I answered that that was fine by me. Actually, I wasn’t quite so sure. Since my last trip I’d gotten to enjoy playing with my thick banjo string, something that I’d never really even noticed before. Then again, that deep empty groove on Jeff’s dick did look so hot, and if it had to go for a high and tight, then so be it I figured.
Carl finally made the first mark on my dick with the pen and said that that was were my circumcision scar would be. It looked so far back on my shaft, just like some of the guys’ in class. He said he hoped that he’d be able to get it so it wasn’t too noticeable, but that I’d never get to look quite as sleek and scar free as someone cut as a baby. I could cope with that, but what freaked me was when he put the second line on my dick and said that all the skin between the two marks would be coming off. Shit, I wish he hadn’t told me that. It looked a huge piece of me to take away and I felt a touch of panic. He kinda sensed this and reassured me that I had a whole load of “redundant” skin on there and that I’d never regret loosing it. I sure hoped that he was right. It didn’t feel too redundant to me at that moment. I felt my doubts mounting about the whole business for the first time in weeks, but the idea of canceling and backing out now after the last time round was just too embarrassing. I knew that, hard though it was, I’d have to go through with the thing now. I comforted myself with remembering how hot it was to jack off with the tape holding my skin back taught and that made the idea a little better.
“I guess we should show the kid the tool of the trade” Carl said. “We don’t want the look of it freaking him in the morning, do we?”
I wasn’t sure what this was all about, but the other two agreed, again as if it was all pre-planned. Jeff reached round for a small leather case he had brought with him.
“This baby is the infamous Gomco Clamp, the means of countless generations of grateful all-American boys being parted neatly and easily from their foreskins. It’s a great piece of kit, but it does look a bit creepy and it would be good for you two to get acquainted a little in advance” said Jeff, starting to open the bag and revealing a pile of bits of shiny steel inside.
He was right. It did look scary. Carl showed me the rows of metal bells that he said protected the glans during what he called “the procedure”. He said it was important to get one that was exactly the right size and pulled one out.
“Let’s try this one for size” he said as he rolled my hood right back and slipped it over my glans. It sat on the tip my bell end like a cap that was too small for a kid’s head.
“No” he said, and picked out another.
This one was too big and my helmet rattled around in it like a pea in a tin. I kinda knew that this was all a pantomime. Phil had said he was a real ace cutter and I figured he would have instantly known which size I needed after blinking at me sideways in a thick fog. I didn’t let on though, and kinda sat back to enjoy the fun and the attention he was paying to my dick. Third time lucky (surprise, surprise) and he got the one which neatly covered my glans. It looked kinda cool hidden away in its little metal bucket. Next he rolled my skin over it, completely covering the metal and pulling the tip of my foreskin so it closed off on the far end of the bell thing in a kinda bud. It was nice feeling the hardness of the metal inside the soft skin of my hood, and I thought again of that ring of steel inside Carl’s dick. I regretted that I’d not had a chance to play around a little with the Gomco bell, perhaps even try and whack off with it in place. I had a fleeting idea of asking Jeff if I could borrow it over night for a little more play, but I was kinda embarrassed and wondered too if he’d need to sterilize it and stuff so I didn’t.
I wasn’t quite so easy with the next thing he showed me. The rest of the Gomco looked real scary, and I kinda wished he’d spared me the demonstration of how it worked – how he’d tighten the screws to clamp the plates down on my foreskin to crush and kill it before he cut it away. Shit. I was might reassured when he told me that I wouldn’t feel any of this as he was going to numb me up real good first. I caught Phil looking at me real strange as Carl was explaining this to me. What was on his face? Excitement? Concern? Love? All of those and more I reckoned.
“Just remember little brother, I’ll be there by the side of you tomorrow and whatever happens to you will be happening to me too” he said.
“Yes”, I thought, “but your dick is already bare and there is a whole lot less skin between your two lines to get carved off than there is between mine.” I didn’t say anything though because I could hear the unusual tone in his voice and I didn’t want to make him worry about me. I could tell the fact that we were there going through this together meant a whole lot to him.
My dick had stayed as flaccid as Phil’s throughout the whole business but I had to admit that Carl handling my dick had made me feel a little horny. I wondered if all this might lead on to another video session but it wasn’t to be. By ten o’clock the boys were saying that it would be good for all of us to get an early night and rest a little before the big day. It did make sense, so Jeff and Carl headed away and Phil said he’d clear up, have a shower and head for bed
Phil came in later in his robe and looked as if he was going to say something, but didn’t. There seemed a lot I could have said to him too, but I wasn’t quite sure what or how to say it anyway. In the end he, just came over, tousled my hair, punched my arm and wished me sweet dreams. I figured that seemed as good a way as any to say the unsayable.
I watched a little TV without noticing what I was watching but soon felt that I might as well hit bed too and try and empty my head enough to sleep. With all the thoughts that had been going round I was amazed that I was able to get into the book I took to bed with me and ended up reading quite a while. After an hour or so I had become vaguely aware of Phil moving round the apartment. I thought he’d hit the sack and idly wondered what he had found to do. I was finally getting tired enough to put the light out when I heard him outside my room. He came in without knocking, looking kinda weird, as if something was troubling him.
He seemed very serious when he sat on the bed, and all sorts of scenarios kinda flashed through my mind. I figured perhaps he’d phoned mom and something was wrong back home. Perhaps he was feeling ill. Perhaps he had suddenly gotten a conscience about what was going to happen in the morning and was coming to tell me he couldn’t let me go through with it. Something was obviously worrying him and I was sure he was going to tell me something that I didn’t want to hear.
“Listen Kid. I’ve been tossing and turning about this for the last two hours and it’s gotten to last chance saloon now. Its like, well, it’s like kinda embarrassing for one thing but hey you’re my kid brother and we’re real close and…. Shit, this is so hard.”
“Phil” I said. “Look, just tell me. Has something real bad happened?”
It was a bit freaky – I seemed to be the one in charge here, keeping my head in a difficult situation.
“What is it?”
“Shit, what the hell” he said. “You can only think I’m sicko and say no, and you must say no if you want to, only just…..”
“Phil” I said again firmly and as calmly as I could manage, “just tell me.”
“OK, OK” he said, seeming to gather himself a little. “There’s something I’m going to ask you to do for me. Its gonna sound real strange, especially after all that, well, after everything….”
“Listen Kid”. He made another fresh start and managed to get a little further this time. “You’ve got skin. A lot of skin. I’ve seen you grow up and always wondered… well, I never had a hood, at least not since I was a couple of days old. I just never knew what it was like to feel a hood on the end of my cock. Like I said, I always looked at you in the shower when we were growing up and, like, well wondered what it was like I guess. I was even kinda jealous sometimes, that Mom and Pop had had something done to me…. When you were a baby a couple times I got my hand inside your diaper and…….shit that stuff doesn’t matter now anyway. Well, the thing is this time tomorrow you won’t be able to do it for me.”
Shit, where was this leading to? He wasn’t making a whole lot of sense. Phil being jealous of my skin? This was something new and I wasn’t sure I wanted to think about the implications of that after what had happened over the last few months and what was going to happen tomorrow,… or was it now going to happen tomorrow?
“So like I say, this is it, now or never, and I’d like to, well. You’re the only person I can ask. I never knew Jeff when he had skin or I would have asked him, except he would have thought I was real weird with everything I had said…”
What was he getting at? I looked at him and wished he’d get to the point.
“Listen kid, the thing is this. I have to know what it feels like to have a foreskin on my cock. Just once. That’s all I need. Just once, I need to know. And like I said, after tomorrow…”
He was finally getting to his point, but when he managed to blurt it out at last I had absolutely no idea what he meant.
“Look Kid, can I dock with you?”
He saw the confusion on my face.
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