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A few weeks after my visit to Park Range School, Justin Hamley booked into City Man Clinic for his circumcision. He was understandably nervous as he walked into the treatment room and had an expression on his face that suggested resignation to the inevitable. Just turned seventeen, he was more than on the verge of manhood and it did make me wonder why a teenager in his situation had not been relieved of his problem already. A combination of ignorance on the part of him and his parents and the wait and see attitude of many doctors when it comes to boys and their foreskins.
Peter Adebi was with me to act as assistant for the forthcoming surgery. His experience as the son and grandson of Ghanaian circumcisers was invaluable at City Man Clinic. We had met only the year before, appropriately enough at adjacent urinals in a club in town. Relieving myself of several drinks I had looked over to the prodigious organ of the handsome African standing to my right. He held a lengthy cock which had been cut to just a fraction of an inch below the enormous helmet. Mesmerised by the beauty of his circumcision, so smooth and natural in comparison to the ones which gave an appearance of having had the skin flayed off up to half way down the shaft I struck up immediate conversation with him.
Peter responed by commenting on the very prominent scar which ringed my own dick, the result of a rather inexpertly performed cut during my first year as a medical student. I had suffered from a tight foreskin throughout my teenage years and whilst the foreskin was mobile it was tight on erection and made for uncomfortable encounters.
Later that evening and on subsequent occasions Peter told me how he had been trained by his father in the art of removing foreskins from infants and children using only a metal guard, a razor and a pair of scissors. He explained that in west Africa generally, the preferred style was what we in Europe called a low and tight cut. He said that he found the American style of high and tight very erotic and wondered how the inventors of the famous Gomco had come up with such a thing. Since my purchase of a set of the famous clamps he had become quite expert at pulling and threading foreskin through the aperture of the clamp in order to remove the maximum skin possible.
Peter chatted to Justin as the boy removed his clothes ready for the surgery, encouraging him to look forward to a trouble free life as a man without the offending prepuce. It was Peter who suggested that Justin should have a quick trim at the base of his penis, given the length and thickness of his bush so close to the site where the painkilling injections would be administered.
Peter had hardly moistened the area to be shaved when Justin sprang as solid erection, responding quickly to the warm black hand holding his penis and scrotum down away from the razor blade. In a few moments the offending hair was removed, leaving a strip of bare flesh where pubis meets shaft. Justin's penis stood proudly upright, just as I remembered it being in the school medical examination room: an impressive length of thick boy cock, tightly sheathed in foreskin at the tip. Peter took the covered glans between his strong fingers and squeezed hard but to no effect. If anything, the organ only stiffened further making the lip of foreskin tighter and ever redder.
"When did you last masturbate, Justin?" I enquired.
"Last night. In fact I did it twice because of today."
"Well, you are a healthy young man and I suppose that you could do it several times in a day if you wanted to! Peter, I think you better give our young man a hand."
Peter Adebi leaned over the leather covered examination table and swallowed the stiff white boy cock between his dark thick lips, delighted as always to have sweet flesh in his mouth. How many times had he taken me the same way after consulting hours, licking his tongue around my uneven, lumpy circumcision scar. In between mouthfuls he would tell me how much neater he could have cut me whilst I in return slurped on his massive African pole, darting my tongue into the tiny gap between shaft skin and glans.
In a very few moments Justin was arching his hips and moaning contentedly as his juice shot into Peter's mouth. Watching from the sidelines I nursed my own leaking erection before deciding to take it out of my chinos and let Peter relieve me of my load before commencing surgery. I whispered into his ear that his pleasure would come later.
Whilst Peter swabbed and cleaned Justin I prepared a large syringe of lidocaine and checked the instrument tray. Justin definitely looked apprehensive as I approached him with needle in hand ready to give him the necessary local. Peter held Justin by one hand and smoothed his shoulder with the other whilst I slowly plunged the sharp into the left side at the base of Justin's penis. Holding the syringe steady I injected deep into the flesh, all the while watching Justin's expression turn from one of discomfort to considerable pain as the needle released its cold liquid into his genital area.
"Hold on in there young man, now for the other side."
Repeating the procedure on the right I remembered my own agony when the senior urologist at medical school had prepared me for circumcision. With my body rigid and no one to hold my hand I had suffered the torments of the damned as that lengthy needle worked its way down into my pubis.
To be on the safe side of pain management I waited for a few minutes for the lidocaine to take effect before injecting Justin a third time three quarters way up the shaft near to the site where he would soon be cut. For a full five minutes afterwards Peter and I attempted to make small talk with the nervous teenager, waiting for the anaesthetic to take full effect. A pair of forceps to pinch the flesh of Justin's penis was enough to test the effectiveness of the pain relief.
Satisfied that the boy was ready for the surgery we began the procedure with me acting as assistant to an expert in freehand circumcision. Peter had me hold the foreskin between two forceps, stretched out tightly from the head of the glans. He expertly introduced the fine surgical scissors and in one movement cut the foreskin down to the level of the sulcus, a few millimetres below the edge of the glans.
The pink glans reddened with blood which seeped out from the cut edges of skin but already the noble plum shape of the head of the penis was visible to Justin and to us for the first time. Whilst I held the flaps steady Peter swiftly cut around the penis and within moments two pieces of redundant foreskin were consigned to the surgical waste tray.
We both swabbed at the oozing ring of flesh which now circled the penis below the glans. I decided that the minimum number of stitches could be introduced, to seal the blood vessels and that the major part of the wound could be closed with dissolvable tissue glue. In that way the final result would be cosmetically attractive. Within a few years Justin would look as if he had been born without a foreskin, just a pale scar immediately below the crown of his penis, a white version of Peter's favoured west African style of cut.
Twenty minutes after having been anesthetised Justin was sitting up with his penis bandaged in white and clutching a leaflet on post-operative care almost ready to be bundled into a taxi to take him home.
With the door locked and no patients expected for some time Peter and I got down to some serious post-surgery relief. Peter Adebi is a white man's fantasy when it comes to sex. Tall and slim, yet muscular he has the perfect cock: thick and long in repose, massively thick and extremely lengthy in action. At somewhere between eight and nine inches he erects at forty five degrees and can plough tight white ass forever before shooting his load.
We often play and tease each other with come on suggestions and today after having dealt with Justin's little problem we were in the mood for fun. I love it when Peter grabs me from behind and threatens to stretch my white ass. I give him back the clichés begging him to hurt me good with his thick black rod. His fingers are skilled at tightening themselves around my sensitive nipples. He gets me to the edge, digging his nails in while ramming himself into my chute.
We stripped each naked, cocks already rampant. I played my part well, imploring him to fill me with his black flesh. Lubed up for the invasion I bent myself over the examination table for him to take me from behind. Suddenly the familiar but always welcome sensation of my arse hole being stretched apart by Peter's gigantic glans sent shudders through my body. We were off.
Up and down, in and out he went before flipping me over onto the table, clasping my body to his, my legs wrapped around his torso. I cannot describe the mixture of pain and pleasure that that African cock brought to me. I felt as if my insides were being ripped apart and yet I wanted more. The almost total absence of sensitive inner skin on his low cut cock gave Peter an advantage over many men. His leathered glans, naked from his earliest days, tough enough to resist premature release for hours.
As always I played the white slut begging him to fill me up, hurt me good, pierce me with his rod, dig me deep and make me ask for more of his gigantic black shaft, African sceptre, big boy dick. Peter's scrotum was filled to bursting with solid egg shaped balls and he enjoyed having them squeezed and crumpled to the point where most men would have cried out in pain but it only seemed to make him more animal like in his thrusting. With my rectum burning and his testicles on fire we brought each other to the point of no return and our tongues met between pale and dark lips the moment his enormous erection began to shudder inside me and flood my interior with thick juice. The intensity of his thrusting was sufficient to bring me to the second ejaculation of the morning, my penis spilling out its white cream against Peter's ebony abdomen.
Peter and I have crossed the boundaries of doctor and nurse, employer and employee. As partners in every way we are happy to be with one another and put our expertise at the service of those who present themselves for whatever reason at City Man Clinic.