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The City Man Clinic is becoming well known for its work and recently I took a phone call from the headmaster of a small private school for boys in the southern suburbs of the city. He wanted his senior sports teams to be checked out and rather than send the boys across town to see me, invited me to some out to the school. The headmaster assured me that the medical treatment room would be available and that the PE master would be free to lend a hand with the organisation of the inspections. I took my nurse, Peter Adebi along, knowing that he would enjoy measuring and weighing a couple of dozen naked teenage boys, as well as holding them steady, should any become agitated during the more intimate parts of the medical examinations.
Whilst I sat at the desk doing the paperwork, Peter asked each boy as he entered to strip off completely before being weighed and measured. Peter, a muscular, six foot, very dark Ghanaian always manages to hold himself as close as possible to the patient facing him as he brings down the measuring scale to the scalp or adjusts the weights on the balance and so it was not surprising that more than one boy found his genitals being brushed by Peter's white nursing jacket or even his straying hand. More than one boy responded to the touch, penis swelling and lengthening while Peter did his calculations of BMI.
Ear, nose and throat examinations were the first things to be attended to by me, followed by checks for the heart, lungs and abdominal organs. Reflexes and examination of the feet, checking for athletes foot and skin infections were quickly dealt with before we proceeded to the genitals and rectum.
With the boys naked from the start of the examination they probably understood that their precious pieces would be handled before the inspection was over. The intimacy of the touches to the lower abdomen produced the beginnings of an erection in more than one young man, especially if I let my hand linger on the spot or brush slowly over the penis whilst reaching for the pubis. I prefer to remain seated while conducting genital examinations. There is something vulnerable about a man standing legs slightly apart with his manly equipment hanging in front of me. A standing position is anyway much preferable for the examination of the scrotum and its contents. Only if serious foreskin problems are present do I ask a patient to lie down whilst Peter and I work on the recalcitrant prepuce. Likewise for the prostate examination, I prefer to have a boy-man bend over holding on to the examination couch of chair whilst I finger my way up his back passage.
Here are some of the highlights of the first afternoon at Park Range School.
Robin was the third boy to be examined. At sixteen years of age and a regular member of the rugby team he already had a muscular torso and appeared to be in peak condition. Few adolescent boys have the habit of shaving their pubic hair and Robin was no exception. His scrotum was positively furry to the touch and it held two large egg shaped balls which nested comfortably in my warm hands as I began the genital examination. Slowly and carefully I felt through the scrotal skin using my thumb and two fingers, examining the orbs for any lumps or abnormalities. I prodded gently along the length of each seminal tube and gradually worked my digit up into Robin's groin. He tensed for a moment as my finger entered the abdominal space and gasped as I poked inwards to the furthest extent possible. Already his impressive penis was beginning to swell with anticipation.
Robin was one of those boys on whom puberty had showered its favours liberally. His penis hung at a good four inches flaccid, thick in the shaft and with a foreskin that had shrunk or a glans that had developed to the point where the head of his penis was slightly visible beyond the forward edge of his smooth prepuce. Anxious to see what might be the result, I lingered in the scrotal examination fingering the underside of his sac whilst his penis continued to rise in front of me.
As I hoped and half expected, the foreskin stretched and pulled itself back as the mighty glans swelled and the shaft thickened. In a few moments six to seven inches of solid manhood pointed itself towards me, the glans shining a deep red and the meatus proudly widening in anticipation of leakage which would surely come. Saying nothing in reaction to the display I began to palpitate the shaft of the penis from the base upwards towards the heavy, glistening glans which began to drip watery, milky seminal fluid as I did so.
"You have a healthy normal reaction Robin, don't be embarrassed. It happens to lots of men during an examination." Robin blushed at my words but his penis continued to leak its pearly drops to the floor. Having worked my fingers towards to the tip of Robin's penis I took hold firmly of the skin which had lodged itself behind his swollen glans and eased it back down the shaft to reveal the delicate pink flesh of his inner foreskin and the surface of the shaft. The smooth skin was tractable for several centimetres and revealed a large surface of tender flesh, perfectly clean and odourless. Despite the hardness of the solid penis the foreskin was easy to run up and down a few times before I allowed it to come to rest in a normal position behind the glans.
With Robin's erection throbbing before me, leaking its fluids, I invited him to lean forwards and place his hands on the desk whilst I preformed a brief rectal and prostate examination. I explained what the procedure involved and asked Peter Adebi to help to position him correctly. Peter's strong hands pushed Robin's legs just slightly further apart and then gently pulled his mid section a little more outwards, his hand lingering a while on the now hot pubis. Having lubricated a gloved finger I slowly massaged the delicate dark brown flesh of the anus, almost teasing Robin with my touch. The flesh began to open and in slipped the first section of my finger. I felt the tightness of the anal muscle clasp itself around the invading digit and asked Robin to push down as if evacuating his bowels. In a moment my finger slid in I and reached the surface of the hidden gland.
Peter Adebi still had his hand pressed tightly against Robin's pubis and was whispering words of encouragement to the youth as I started to massage around the prostate. Robin's deep breathing turned to moaning as the intensity of new feelings deep inside him began to produce a natural reaction. I reached around with my left hand to feel his penis and felt it throbbing in anticipation of release. Fingering the glans I felt it drenched with slippery fluid and knew that the moment of ejaculation was not far off.
"Peter, would you please help Robin whilst I conclude the examination?"
Peter Adebi's firm hand wrapped itself around Robin's penis and began to masturbate it firmly and expertly whilst I applied further pressure to the prostate and worked my finger deep into the recesses of Robin's tight rectum. In no time at all Peter's hand was drenched by a stream of adolescent ejaculation, accompanied by the most satisfying moans I could hope to hear.......
Justin was a slender young man from the Lower Sixth. A member of the soccer team, he was in fine physical shape and presented no problems apart from one. His penis dangled in front of me as I performed the scrotal examination, its lengthy foreskin fully covering the glans and protruding some distance beyond to end in a narrow point. When I attempted to retract it proved to be remarkably resistant and I was unable to get anywhere near to uncovering the glans. As I pulled down on the tight skin Justin jerked backwards from me and that was the signal to have him lie down on the examination couch for a more thorough attempt at retraction.
"Justin, have you ever been able to pull back your foreskin"
""No it hurts too much"
"Are you able to masturbate without pain?"
"Oh yes. I rub it up and down and I rub the gland through the skin and that makes me cum OK".........."One of my mates told me that one day it will loosen up and slip back like his does."
"Well you could have some serious hygiene problems if you can't retract and clean inside your foreskin. Does it balloon when you urinate?"
"Not usually but sometimes I hold the end tight and let it fill up to wash out that stuff that's in there."
"OK Justin. I'm going to try and see if there is anything stuck inside. I'm going to slide in a very thin metal rod and work it around between your foreskin and glans. It might feel a bit uncomfortable but hold on in there for a few moments while we see what's wrong."
Peter stood at the top end of the table and placed his hands gently on Justin's shoulders, ready to press down if the boy began to struggle against the intrusion into his foreskin. Having lubricated a fine guage sound I picked up the flaccid organ and tried to pull open the tiny opening at the end of the foreskin as I slid the probe into the tight tube of flesh. Pushing the probe downwards, I eventually hit the tip of the glans. I worked the metal rod upwards to test the tightness and fit of the prepuce. There was no give in the flesh and so I continued to work the probe further down towards the sulcus and beyond. Remarkably the metal rod was able to journey down to the point where the foreskin joined the shaft, a good inch or so below the glans.
The round line of the sound was clearly visible under the tight foreskin and had met no obstacle. Slowly, I withdrew the metal rod and let Justin's penis fall between his legs whilst I added some more lubricant to the probe.
"Hold on in there Justin. I'm going to do the same thing again on the underside of your penis. It might me a bit more sensitive but I won't hurt you."
Peter pressed down a little on the pale shoulders as I picked up the penis by the foreskin and pushed the rod into the ting hole aiming this time for the areas on each side of the frenum. When the metal pushed against the sensitive band of skin Justin yelped and Peter's large hands pushed downwards to hold Justin steady, knowing that I would have to work the rod at several angles around the delicate place where foreskin meets glans.
Justin's body tensed and he breathed in and out quickly as the cold metal pushed its way into the areas right and left of the frenum. It was a tight squeeze in there but there was no evidence of adhesions as I began to sweep the probe around to the front of the glans, twice and then tree times.
Having determined that Justin's foreskin was nowhere stuck to his glans or shaft I withdrew the probe and gently massaged his protruding foreskin trying to work even just the tip of my finger into the tiny aperture. Justin's penis began to rise and stiffen in my hand.
Long and slender in repose it began to swell gigantically, the shaft becoming massively thick as its length grew by inches. Beneath the now tightly stretched foreskin a heavy plum shaped glans became almost visible through the thin covering of pink flesh. The pointed trunk of prepuce had shrunk to nothing but a miniature lip of red skin at the tip of the hidden crown.
I knew that it was hopeless to try and pull back the foreskin, it would have caused unbearable pain for the poor boy. As I held the swollen organ in my hand it began to leak seminal fluid which gathered like a puddle in the lip of foreskin and dripped to the floor. On pretext of examining the movement of skin on the shaft below the glans I slowly massaged the shaft and in a moment Justin spurted his boyish load over my hand.
I left Peter Adebi to clean up Justin's groin and occupied myself with writing up the note which would be sent to his parents inviting them to send him to City Man Clinic for minor surgery, that is a circumcision necessitated by severe phimosis. With the school half term coming up I expected to be able to perform the surgery within the month.
The final pupil to be examined on our first visit to Park Range was a stunningly handsome boy from west Africa, a Ghanaian, a fellow countryman of my nurse, Peter Adebi. The moment Julius entered the medical inspection room I knew that the day would not end without a display of raw black action. His loose fitting school trousers bulged impressively and as he undressed the strength of his physique became plainly obvious: chest, thighs, abdomen and arms all testified to his love of the gym and hours spent in the fitness room. Naked and facing Peter, with his back against the measuring chart and then on the scales he obviously appreciated the gentle brushes of Peter's jacket and hand against his body. The swelling of an already impressive penis caused my own to twitch as I imagined what pleasures might await us.
The routine parts of the examination were quickly concluded, impatient as I was to to get my hands on the magnificent genitals which only an African boy could possess at the age of seventeen. Julius stood in front of me, legs apart his thick five inches of flaccid penis hanging heavily over a tightly contracted scrotum. His organ was a monument to the skill of the circumciser: the thick shaft tapered at the site of the cut, though no scar was visible. It was as if the top section of his shaft had been chiselled away leading up to the enormous black mushroom whose edge protruded extensively in each direction. Lifting the penis for a preliminary appraisal I could see that the frenum had been completely excised leaving Julius with a deep valley between the split crown of his penis and the shaft.
It took me some time to examine the tightly packed scrotum and as I cupped and manipulated it in my warm hand in order to be better able to examine each testicle. Already Julius began to show an incipient erection as his organ swelled adding thickness to thickness. He flinched a little when my finger found its way up into his groin, via the top of the scrotum and I lingered a little longer than usual to feel my way around the muscular interior. The reaction was instantaneous. His penis arched upwards and hardened to a full eight inches of black magic.
It took only a cursory palpitation of the shaft, checking for any irregularities for Julius to produce the first drops of clear seminal fluid from his reservoir of juices. The deep and wide meatus opened its lips to discharge the already creamy liquid. Taking a sterile wipe I cleaned away the drops and squeezed the glans to milk it dry in order to examine closely the inner surface of the meatus. Again, Julius flinched as my finger nail spread the precious lips apart to expose the delicate purple black tissue of his urethra. As always, Peter was on hand to steady the patient, which in this case involved not only holding the handsome Julius by the hips but pressing his groin against the buttocks of the virile teenager.
Holding firmly onto Julius, Peter ground himself into the muscular black thighs and buttocks and was ready to dry hump the boy when I suggested that we proceed with the prostate examination. Peter Adebi position Julius against the desk and I began the journey deep into the young man's rectum to locate the important man gland.
Julius' rectum accommodated my finger without any difficulty. I slipped through the anal ring in a moment and Julius immediately began to push down on my digit as if his muscles were accustomed to such intrusions. By the time I had reached his prostate the young man was beginning to arch himself backwards onto me, as if to deepen the sensations of the examination. Peter Adebi was not oblivious to the excitement that his fellow country man was exhibiting and without hesitation moved his hands from the muscular black hip and abdomen to the now freely dripping penis.
Julius whispered something in Peter's ear. My nurse responded by unzipping his trousers and hauling out his own thick inches of thick circumcised African penis. There was no reason now to continue my examination of Julius and I moved away from the couple who were now massaging each others genitals: one perfectly naked adolescent and one black nurse dressed in whites with an erection poking from his trousers in imitation of a Mapplethrorpe photo shoot. Rubbing at my own swelling penis I watched as Peter loosened his pants to let them fall, moving himself into position behind Julius as he did so.
Peter's five or six inch flaccid organ rapidly swelled to its eight and something inches, a baton of thick, veined and circumcised flesh which he pushed up to the waiting anus ring, sliding in as easily as my finger had done so. Peter rode Julius with all the power and force of a warrior, encouraged by the groans and pleas of his partner.
Watching from the sidelines I could not resist the temptation to become a part of the vigorous action unfolding before me. Loosening my own pants I freed my penis from its cotton prison and stroked at it whilst going to my knees in front of the African boy. Taking the mushroom dome of his penis between my lips I began the exquisite work of exploring the shape and size of the purple black glans. My tongue forced its way into the deep meatus and tasted the sweet milk that was now flowing freely. My mouth stretched open to take in inch after inch of magnificent jet black African penis. Working up and down that mighty shaft, whilst my nurse ploughed his way in and out of the muscular rectum, I was sure that Julius would soon reward us with shouts of ecstasy flooding my throat with his juice whilst being filled with what I knew to be Peter Adebi's copious ejaculations.
The climax came with a shuddering howl from Julius, the moment that he poured his cream into me. Simultaneously Peter jerked violently as his own penis shot out its load into Julius. My own pleasure was not delayed, spraying pent up juices onto the black flesh in front of me......
On that first afternoon we had examined hardly half of the senior members of the school's sports teams and I reckoned that another two afternoons would be necessary to complete the work. If you have any suggestions for the future let me know. Should Justin be circumcised with a Gomco clamp or should he have a traditional scalpel, forceps and scissors surgery? Jeremy.