This story is fiction. Any resemblance to real life characters or institutions is coincidental and unintended.
Mrs Redmond rang the Bay Sports Medical Center early the next morning and got Nigel an appointment for his "sports physical" for the next day, Friday, straight after school. Having not seen a doctor for over two years, when he last had a very bad dose of tonsillitis, and never having had anything approaching a full check up he was inquisitive to know what a "sports physical" might involve. The only image that came to mind was that of athletes on a running machine wired up to a heart monitor and breathing into a tube to measure lung capacity.
Friday's classes dragged by with Civics and Spanish, Calculus and American Lit. and a double session of Science Lab. By three o'clock Nigel was checking in with the receptionist at Bay Sports and filling in the registration form. After personal details, check boxes for operations, illnesses, disctinctive marks etc. etc. No. No. No..... Nigel thought that he would not be presenting anything out of the ordinary to the doctor, an uninteresting everyday check up. There were three other youths in the waiting area but not immediately recognisable to Nigel as Atlantic boys.
At last the receptionist's phone rang and she announced, "Nigel Redmond to Dr. Schneider, Office 4." Nigel made his way down the corridor to the half open door of Office 4 through which he could see a youngish man, certainly younger than his father, sitting at his desk checking forms. Knocking on the door he announced himself and was immediately welcomed in by the young doctor, who beckoned him over to a desk side chair. Nigel handed over his registration form and Dr. Schneider glanced over it muttering, good, that's fine, good..... "You've not filled in the date of your last physical. When did you last get checked over?"
"I left that blank because I don't think I've ever had one. The last time I went to the doctor's was a couple of years ago when I had a really bad throat."
"Indeed. Well let's presume that as a swimmer you're in good shape. Let have a look at you then. Go over there and get undressed. Put your clothes on the table. You can leave your underwear on for the moment. Then come over to the weighing machine."
Nigel went over and stripped off down to his boxer briefs and by the time he was ready Dr. Schneider was at the side of the machine sliding the weights across the bar.
"Step on now." "Good, excellent." "Now stand against the measuring bar." Very good.
At ......pounds for 5 feet 7 inches Nigel was a good average for his age and build. Dr. Scneider had already made a mental note of the excellent swimmer physique and was impressed by the apparent muscle tone of the youth.
"Please go and sit on the edge of the couch. We'll see what you blood pressure is like."
This was a completely new experience for Nigel who had always imagined that blood pressure readings were for people older than his father, people who had serious problems with their health. He was very conscious of the tight squeezing of the rubber, fabric band as it was inflated around his arm and for a moment thought that it might explode taking his arm with it.
"Perfect, young man," announced Dr. Schneider as he consulted the dial and read off figures which meant nothing to Nigel, apart from sounding like a gross fraction.
"If you would stand up and face me for a moment we'll listen to your lungs and heart. Breathe deeply and hold your breath when I tell you."...... "Breathe out slowly."........."Breath in and out normally."......."Turn around and we'll do the same from the back."
"No problems there young man. I take it you had a TB inoculation at some time in recent years?" For that Nigel could certainly give a positive reply, remembering vividly, thirty boys lined up in the school hall and making their way one by one with shirt sleeves loosened to be first tested for immunity and then a week later the vaccination itself.
"This instrument reads your lung capacity. Take a breath and blow steadily down the tube for as long as you can. This one always catches out the secret smokers but I think you are not one them, are you!" said Dr. Schneider with a smile on his face.
"Let's have a look at your muscles tone and fat layer. Jump up and lie down now on the table."
Nigel stretched himself out on the examination table with Dr. Schneider leaning over him now with pair of callipers with which he pinched at Nigel's arms, abdomen and thighs. Putting down the callipers he then proceeded to feel his way down from throat to abdomen, his strong hands palpitating Nigel's torso from every angle and position. The nearer the hands reached Nigel's groin the more conscious he was of a swelling beginning in his penis, as the handsome doctor moved his hands deeper and deeper into the muscular tissues between his navel and the waistband of his briefs. If Nigel had chosen to wear a slip then little more than his genitals would have been covered but the briefs did in fact rise up a fair distance. Dr. Schneider pushed at the black elastic waistband to lower them down Nigel's pubis in order to continue his examination. By now he had his fingers among the dark wiry hairs which Nigel had so suddenly begun to sprout in the last
year or so. Pressing hard and deep in to the lower abdomen, his warm palms and fingers exploring every inch of Nigel firm but sensitive body. Before Nigel had sprouted a full erection, his waistband had been pulled back up and the young Doctor was now working on his thighs, checking for what, Nigel had no idea but nonetheless being thorough as his hands worked their way over the well developed swimmer's leg muscles.
"I think we can say that you are a perfect specimen, Mr. Redmond. A1 in everything so far. Just sit up for a moment and we'll have a look at your reflexes. I'm sure they will be fine. Hang your arms loose." With sharp taps on the elbows and knees from a rubber headed metal stick, Nigel's limbs reacted as expected and Dr. Schneider announced that as far as he could see there was nothing so far that should prevent Nigel from engaging in the most rigorous sports programme that Atlantic had to offer.
"You say you've never had a full physical? There's a couple of investigations still to do and you might feel them a bit uncomfortable. Don't worry, we'll go slowly. You have a gland called the prostate up inside your rectum that I need to feel to make sure all is normal. Then we'll have a look at your scrotum, the testicles and penis, to check that everything's OK. Don't be embarrassed, over here it's something all young men are used to. Just slip your briefs off and lay down on the table on your side facing the wall."
Nervously, Nigel walked over to the table where he had left his clothes and pulled down his boxer briefs. Walking back to the examination table he was conscious that Dr. Schneider was looking at his groin, no doubt having immediately noticed his uncircumcised state and thick pubic bush. In both features so different from all the boys in the Atlantic shower room with their circumcised cocks and neatly shaved groins.
Climbing up onto the table Nigel did as requested and lay on his side facing the wall with his legs stretched out along the length of the couch.
"OK Nigel, pull your knees up towards your chest. It makes it easier and more comfortable to do the internal exam. It will feel a bit cold for a moment: I'm going to put some lubrication fluid on to the opening of your anus and then push my finger in a bit."
Nigel felt the cold liquid being spread around the lips of his chute and immediately began to feel a pleasure he had never known before. As the doctor's finger worked its way into him , just a little at first he made no visible sign of discomfort, on the contrary the stretching of his tender inner flesh was quite enjoyable.
"You doing OK there, Nigel?"
"Yes, thank you. It doesn't hurt doctor."
"Fine. Good. I'm going to push in more now to locate your prostate gland and then move my finger around it to make sure there are no abnormalities."
Dr. Schneider's firm digit slowly but firmly worked its way deeper into Nigel stretching his tight chute as it searched for the hidden gland below the surface of the rectum's tissues. Nigel began to gasp and breathe deeply, not with pain or discomfort but the sheer pleasure of this man's finger inside him.
"Hold on in there. Soon be over."
Which was of course, not what Nigel wanted to hear at that moment. When the exploring finger touched upon something hard and round and began to massage it Nigel felt that he would faint in ecstasy. The new and exciting sensations that he was feeling, deep inside him was making his cock thicken and even without a full erection or any touch whatsoever he could feel that watery fluid was beginning to seep out of his piss slit and onto his groin.
"Absolutely fine. No problem at all."
Slowly, Dr. Scheiders pulled out his finger from the now very moist rectum and through the delicate bud of Nigel's anus being careful not to make any sudden movement which might hurt the youth. Nigel, confused and uncomprehending, excited and elated at this new experience, his heart beating, wondered how the pleasure he had just felt could be repeated and extended. The experience had been in fact, all too short.
"Right young man. Just a couple of things to do and then we are through. Why don't you lay down on your back and just keep your legs apart so we can have a look at your groin and genitals."
Taking each testicle in turn in his fingers, Dr. Schneiders rolled each one around, squeezed lightly and felt for the curly cord which led from each up into the groin. Letting the scrotum hand down he reached behind the sac and slowly pushed his finger upwards into the cavity above the each side of the scrotum. The warmth of Dr. Schneiders hands in his groin and the secret feelings of pleasure that the examination was giving rise to, inevitably led to some swelling of Nigel's penis. Not a full blown erection, he still had enough nervousness about the whole procedure for that to be avoided, at least for the moment. Nonetheless his three inch flaccid organ was now nearer to four inches and thickening around the glans.
"Fine, fine. Good healthy young man you are."
Dr. Scneiders took hold of the growing penis in his hand began to palpitate the shaft from the base upwards, feeling carefully as he went along for any irregularity in the organ. As his fingers moved nearer to the covered glans the penis suddenly began to swell rapidly. In a moment he was holding just over five inches of solid flesh between his fingers. The foreskin had stretched tight and was almost translucent revealing the shape of the hidden glans, apart from a slight aperture at the tip.
"Nothing wrong here young man." remarked the doctor. "Don't worry. It happens every day to one boy or another in here. You've nothing to be ashamed of. Perfectly normal in the circumstances. Lay still for another minute. I just want to examine under your foreskin."
With that, Dr. Schneiders attempted to pull and then push the tightly bound foreskin down from the glans of Nigel's penis. Letting go he looked at the penis for a moment and then pulled at the shaft skin just below the level of the ridge. No movement at all. Trying again to push the foreskin from the tip he succeeded only in making Nigel cry out, asking him to stop.
"Looks like we've got a bit of a difficulty here. Has this always been a problem?"
Dr. Schneiders took the penis once more by the glans squeezing it tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Immediately the penis began to deflate. Fetching an ice cold compress from the consulting room ice box he pressed it against the still fairly erect penis and waited for the erection to subside. Once Nigel's penis was almost back to its normal flaccid state, Dr. Schneider took it once more between the fingers of both hands and attempted to retract the stubborn prepuce. Nigel began to squirm on the examination table as the tight foreskin was pulled towards the ridge of his helmet, the bright red glans sensitive to every movement the doctor made. The moment when Dr. Schneiders pushed and pulled the recalcitrant skin across the ridge and let it settle in the grove of the sulcus Nigel let out a cry, "Please stop. It hurts too much."
Letting the limp penis fall from his hands Dr. Schneiders took the cold compress once more and wrapped it around the sore looking penis, holding it tightly in place for what seemed to Nigel like an eternity. He felt his cock going colder and colder and shrinking to nothing as the compress chilled his hurting flesh. At last the doctor removed the compress and again using the fingers of both hands pulling and pushing the foreskin up over Nigel's little red glans before finally giving it a sharp tug to see how it would settle on the flaccid organ.
"OK Nigel. Sorry about all that. You'll be all right. No harm done. You go and get dressed and then we'll have a little talk about it and sort things out for you."
As Nigel, shaken and now very nervous, got dressed Dr. Schneiders was back at his desk completing the examination report: A1 and excellent all the way through with just one exception. Under the heading `specific oberservations' he wrote three words " Phimosis. Circumcision required."
Once Nigel was dressed and seated at his side Dr. Schneiders with a smile on his face gave him a summary of the report and insisted that he was in perfect shape apart from the one little problem just encountered. He asked Nigel to tell him when he had first been aware of the problem and why he had done nothing about it. Nigel told him about how less than a year ago he first got his skin to pull back and how it would never go back when he was hard.
"Well. You have a condition known as phimosis. As you probably know, the foreskin should retract easily both when you are flaccid and when you are erect. Yours is very tight when you are flaccid and as you have experienced totally immobile when you are erect. There is only one cure and that is a minor operation we call circumcision where a surgeon will cut the foreskin away and leave the glans and the shaft of your penis always exposed. You're just starting at Atlantic and I don't suppose you want to miss too much training at the start of the session. We'll make an appointment for you to have surgery as quickly as possible. Just wait a moment and I'll ring Dr. Rosenberg at 4th Avenue Urology."
"Hello, it's Dr. Schneider here at Bay Sports. Put me through to Dr. Rosenberg if you will. Thanks........Hi Nathan, it's Mark at Bay Sports here. How you doin'..... Listen, I've got a student from Atlantic here who needs to see you pretty urgent for circumcision........new from England......on the swim team........yeah, phimosis, partially retractable.........soon as possible if you can.........that's great. See you soon. Best to Ruth."
Nigel had listened attentively as the doctor spoke with his colleague and now Dr. Schneider explained the next move. "Don't worry now young man. Everything'll work out right. Dr. Rosenberg is highly experienced and has cut hundreds of men and boys in his time. He'll see you next Friday morning: that way you've got the weekend to rest and you can go to school on Monday and only you'll know the difference for a few days. Leave off the swimming for a couple of weeks and when you back to the team you'll be a new man." Laughing, the doctor added "An all-American boy."
"Here's your report for your coach. Give it to him on Monday. Take this medical consent form for one of your parents to sign and then bring it with you to Doctor Rosenberg next Friday: 9am, South Brooklyn Urology, corner of Verrazano and 4th. Here's a card for his office. And here's an insurance claim form for your surgery: medically necessary, so it'll be covered by your policy. Give it to your father. Good luck kid. You'll do well with that body of yours. You'll be looking perfect when Dr. Rosenberg's sorted you."............
Nigel made his way back to the new apartment and as he walked could not help his eyes straying to the groin of every good looking boy he passed on the street. Bulges large and small, and some with no apparent bulge at all. Was it the case that each pair of jeans, pants or chinos concealed a circumcised penis? If the locker room at Atlantic was anything to go by, then probably yes. The thought of being surrounded in this enormous city by millions of cut cocks, suddenly turned him on. When did they have it done? Did they all look exactly the same with that dark brown ring on the shaft? If Dr. Rosenberg had circumcised hundreds of men and boys did that mean real, adult men and teenage boys and not just the babies that he had read about in religion and science class? Nigel felt his cock getting stiff at the thought of Dr. Schneiders examining him and wondered what the young doctor's cock looked like.
That evening after dinner, Nigel got his dad alone in the living room whilst young Andrew helped his mother load the dishwasher and tidy up in the kitchen. "Dad, er there something here for you. That medical examination for swimming." Nigel handed over the blank insurance form, blank apart from the words, "phimosis, circumcision required" and surgeon, "Dr. Nathan Rosenberg." "The doctor says I'm fit and well for sports. But he said I've got something called phimosis. He says er, I need to be, er circumcised. He tried pulling my skin and it wouldn't go back properly. He says you need to sign this and then it'll be paid for by some insurance company. I've got to go next Friday for the operation."
Mr. Redmond stared at his son and the claim form looking bemused and inwardly feeling guilty. He had never seen his son naked since the child was a toddler and had no idea of what stage of physical development the boy might be at. Of course he had seen the lad in a dozen swimming competitions, but evidently a swimmer's physique and a bulging pair of Speedos do not tell the whole story. During the years of adolescence Mr. Redmond had taken it for granted that school biology or PE teachers took care of instructing boys about physical changes, hygiene and all that was supposed to be normal between consenting adults including even intimate matter such as how to look after an uncircumcised penis. The biology teacher had been however satisfied to explain the basic biological details and believed that parents should deal with the more intimate aspects of a boy's body maturing.
"How unusual. You never said anything about this before, when we were in England. Didn't you realise there was something wrong down there?"
"Well, no not really. Some of the boys at school didn't pull back their skins till last year and mine does go back a bit. I thought it just takes time. Er, I thought I'd grow out of it"
"Your mother will get a shock. I'll tell her. Did they say if I've to come with you? Well, I suppose they would expect one of us to. Even if it's a local anaesthetic you need one of us to bring you home. Look I'll take a leave day, or at least half a day. Book in some flexi-time at the office. Don't say anything to your mother. I'll talk to her later. "...........
When classes ended on Monday afternoon Nigel made his way over to Coach Russo's office to deliver his sports physical form. "I've brought the form, Sir. The doctor says I'm fine for swimming, reckons my physique is in perfect shape."
"Good to hear it. I didn't think he would find anything to hold you back. Not after seeing you in the try out. You're good kid. We'll keep on winning with you in the team."
"But there's a bit of problem. He says I've got to er, have an operation er, on my penis."
Coach Russo looked at the bottom of the form and read for himself what was written under `particular observations'. "Sit down kid. This is going to keep you out of training for a few weeks. Did Dr. Schneiders explain you what's going to happen when you see Dr. Rosenberg? I suppose he's referred you to Dr. Rosenberg?"
"No. He didn't go into any details but I do know what circumcision is. What I don't understand is why all the other students in the showers are circumcised. Is everyone circumcised here?"
"Yeah. I heard them talking about "Brit dick" after you left. Most of them have never seen an uncut male. It's part of the American way. Kids get circumcised in the hospital a few days after birth. It just the way it's done here. It's cleaner, healthier and neater than having a foreskin. Skin can cause a kid problems later in life, like yours. You should have had it done when you were a baby. There was time when babies were cut in the delivery room, minutes after they were born. You get it done kid, you'll be glad of it later."
"The doctor has booked me in for Friday, the end of this week. He says I'll be able to come to school on Monday next week but I don't know when I'll be able to do training again. I hope I don't miss the first competition. Will it hurt for long? Will it be sore for long time?"
"Listen, it's different for everyone who gets cut later on. Babies start to heal up in a few days but for older people it all depends on the person. Don't worry about it, you've got your place on the team and like we said, you're competition material. Listen up, why don't you go talk to del Santo. He arrived here from California last year and had the same problem. Dr. Rosenberg circumcised him in the first semester. If he's not around get Domingo. He came from some hick place in Dominica and got cut when he was a Sophomore. He's a Senior now: his cock's looking good, healed and scarred after his all-American cut."
"Sir, er, there's one other thing. These medical examinations. Does the doctor always have to put his finger into your anus?
"You bet, kiddo. Prostate check's very important."
"He said it might hurt. But it didn't. I can't ask my Dad, or tell him about it, but you, you're, er like different. Why did it make me get er, a bit stiff. Something odd happened. Stuff started coming out of my, er, penis when he did it."
"Geez, don't they teach anything in England about your bodies! A guy should know about these things by your age. Come to my physio room. Follow me."
Nigel got up and followed coach Russo through the inner door of the office into a brightly lit room that looked almost like a doctor's surgery: lamp, cupboard with bits of equipment, bottles and bandages and a big leather covered physio table.
"You say it didn't hurt? We'll take you through it again and explain what's it about. Drop your pants down and get up on the table."
Nigel shucked off his trainers, chinos and briefs and took his position as he had done a few days earlier in the doctor's office. Coach Russo took a tube of jelly from his cupboard and having adjusted his already rampant cock in his fitness shorts came in close to Nigel.
"Dr. Schneiders wanted to check your prostate. That's the gland in your pubis that produces the fluid that your sperm mixes with when you cum. To get at it then only way in is through your back passage. That's usually tightly closed. So, we use a lube to slide things in."
Coach Russo anointed the little arse bud with a dollop of lube and started to work his forefinger around the sensitive tissue. "Some guys find this very pleasurable. The tissue's sensitive but if they don't resist the intrusion an ass can take a large volume. Best thing is push out like you're having a crap."
The coach having got more than the tip of his finger into the asshole, had already started to send Nigel in seventh heaven wondering just how much "volume" he would be able to take, given the possibility.
"Some guys enjoy a real in and out examination, like they're being teased. I think you'll enjoy that." Coach Russo began a slow and deliberate finger fuck, circling his finger inside the muscular chute.
"Oooooo. That's good. Don't stop. It makes me want to cum." whimpered Nigel as the thick digit massaged his rectum. Coach Russo looked into Nigel's groin and was pleased to see the boy's cock swollen and hard, responding to his intimate ministrations.
"There's better to come yet kiddo." The finger worked its full way in towards the love nut. "That's your prostate. It's usually very sensitive to the touch. If we work on it long enough, the nerves will send a message to your balls. It's round like a peach nut. Can you feel my finger circling it? Course you can kiddo. You just keep on enjoying it. The best a man can get."
Coach Russo reached round and rubbed a finger into the slightly open foreskin to feel the milky juices being expressed by the stiff cock. "See, kiddo, that's your prostatic fluid. It's pumping out to join up inside with your sperm when you start to cum. You're well on the way now."
Coach Russo stretched out Nigel's legs and then turned his round to sit up facing him while simultaneously dropping his fitness shorts. "This is circumcision for an American guy. Look at that ring kiddo." Coach pointed to the deep mahogany coloured scar that circled his cock almost two thirds of the way down his shaft. "That's where they put the clamp and cut kiddo." Lifting up his five inch flaccid organ his pointed to the deep V shaped valley at the back of his helmet. "That where they cut out all the spare flesh and free up your dickhead to spread out. Just feel it all kiddo, outer skin, inner skin, scar line and cockhead. Get a feel for what you'll have soon." Taking Nigel's hand in his own he wrapped the youthful fingers around his swelling cock and gave Nigel and tour of the differing textures of his cock, all the way from the closely shaven base to the rubbery helmet. "Wrap your hand around kiddo, feel it good."
Nigel's own cock had reached its maximum of just over five inches but his swimming coach had five even soft. The cock in his hand started to grow massively bulging in mid shaft to grow to a full eight inches of dark menacing flesh. The coach was not wrong about the helmet spreading out. It was kind of mushroom shape round and a bit smaller than the circumference of the shaft but on the underside it flared outwards, accentuating the valley where once there had been an infantile frenum. "This cock head is what you need in you to work that gland you seem to like having touched. Wanna' try it? Go on bend over against the table kiddo. We'll see what you can take."
Nigel spread his legs and leaned against the leather physio couch to present his virgin ass to Coach Russo. Lubed up, Coach pressed his mushroom against the tender quivering ass hole and with one push plunged his helmet and three inches of his hard shaft into the tight youthful chute. Nigel gasped and tensed as his hole adjusted to the feel of the cock in it: this was more serious than the fingers. Surprisingly he was not hurting but all the same it felt very new and strange. Coach Russo pushed on in further until the broad flare of his helmet met the sensitive love nut. Nigel cried out in exhilaration when Coach started to pushed and pull his cock in and out by an inch or two, concentrating on stimulating the youthful gland. This kid could have a career as a bottom, the way he was moaning and begging for more.
"You take it kiddo. We're going all the way."
With that Coach rammed his cock right up Nigel's chute until his balls were squeezed against the teenage buttocks. Nigel screamed this time as the full eight inches threatened to rip him apart from the inside. After some vigorous thrusting which tested Nigel's endurance to the limit Coach Russo used the shape and form of his severely circumcised cock and helmet flare to work on Nigel's prostate.
"Sir, Sir, it's too much. Make me cum now, Sir.
The thrusting got harder and harder. Coach Russo reached in between the teenage legs and at the sensitive spot between ball sac and ass worked his long fingers into the hard flesh, stimulating the hidden gland from above and below. Nigel himself took hold of his own cock, pushing a finger into the tiny opening of his foreskin and rubbed at his reddening piss slit and the sore edges of his foreskin. Pain at the front and pleasure at the back very soon produced the throbbing his his balls and tightening of his shaft that announced imminent ejaculation.
"Sir, it's coming. Sir, do it harder. Don't stop Sir." Nigels unusually thick and copious cum splashed out through his diminutive foreskin opening onto the leather topped table and dribbled down the edges to drip onto the feet of his swimming coach. Coach Russo, amazed to have had such an easy time of getting into and fucking the teenage chute rammed away with abandon to bring himself to orgasm, shooting his large load into the now very tender, stretched arse of his newest star member of the Atlantic High swim team.......
Cleaned up and ready to go after his very special welcome to America, Nigel realised that he was at the beginning of a new adventure. The "lights of 42nd Street" dimmed in comparison to the light that had lit up in his head this afternoon.
"Right kiddo, you can come to training on Tuesday and Thursday. We'll see what else you can do. Don't forget, go see del Santo and Domingo. They'll tell you all about getting an all-American cock."
Hope you enjoyed reading this. Let me know if you have any ideas about Nigel and his upcoming sessions with del Santo, Domingo and Dr. Rosenberg. Jeremy.