Swimming practice on Tuesday afternoon gave Nigel Redmond his second opportunity to prove that he would be a serious challenger to the home grown talent of Atlantic High's swim team. His physique was smaller and slimmer than most of the all-American boys surrounding him but his speed and agility in the water left most of them floating behind. Coach Russo looked on from the edge of the pool, his eyes riveted on the red Speedo clad bulge which bobbed in and out of the water when Nigel demonstrated his backstroke technique to the assembled group.
Listening carefully to who was calling who as the practice progressed, Nigel tried to work out the identities of several of his new team mates. del Santo must be that tall bronzed, dark haired boy in the pale cream coloured Speedos, briefs which did little to hide the outlines of two generous sized balls and a third one which had a prominent straight edge sticking out above a lengthy shaft. Was this the boy who had been circumcised just a year before?
During a pause in the training when Coach Russo was talking to his breast stroke swimmers Nigel took the opportunity to introduce himself to the boy. "Hello, I'm Nigel. Just arrived here from England. I don't really know anyone here yet. Were you new here last year? I thought I heard someone say you were."
"Yeah, that's me. Came from San Diego last year when dad got a new job up here. Ramol's the name. We all know who you are, Brit dick, the wonderkid. You made quite an impression last week." del Santo laughed and slapped his new team mate around the shoulders.
Nigel was not sure how to take the last remark, did it refer to his prowess in the pool or the stares which he had attracted in the showers. Whatever, Ramol del Santo seemed to be a friendly type and the two chatted about the meets they had won in the past and the problems of getting used to life in New York, so different from both the sunny Pacific coast and the grey rainy skies of Lancashire.
An hour later and swimming practice over Nigel followed Ramol into the brightly lit shower room and took a place next to him. Both boys faced the wall while washing their hair and soaping down. Nigel carefully looked down whenever he thought Ramol's eyes were elsewhere to see the results of the year old circumcision. A handsome, man sized cock hanging a good five inches. Yes, there was the dark brown ring which virtually every one else sported but the flesh above it had a pink hue, much in contrast to the golden bronze of the lower shaft.
Less discretely, Ramol studied the three inch uncircumcised cock protruding from Nigel's groin. A miniature version of what he had had until last year. He saw the little bud bid of foreskin, with its tiny opening and thought of how he had tugged and pulled to skin back without success and of the day when he had lost that skin forever at the hands of a certain Dr. Rosenberg. "Hey kid, you goin'g to skin back that ant eater and clean up inside?, grinning through the steam, leaning over towards Nigel.
Taken aback by Ramol's forward attitude, Nigel instinctively put his hand to his cock to cover it up and hide his shame. "Not now. Not here." Ramol laughed. "OK, perhaps another day Brit dick." Nigel smiled nervously and decided that it was the moment to make his approach to the American.
All the whole looking down at Ramol's cut cock he breathily began, "Listen Ramol, there's something I need to talk to you about. Can we get together after. Go and talk in private. There's something I need to ask you, bit embarrassing really."
"Sure. Let's get out of here quick."
Ramol del Santo lived conveniently half way between Atlantic High and Nigel's new home. "Why don't we go and see my place. No one in the house at the moment. We'll have it to ourselves."
As they walked in the late afternoon sunshine the few blocks from the school, the boys explained how each had arrived in New York, Nigel proudly telling Ramol about his dad's new executive position with the bank and how he now had an office in Manhattan. Ramol told how he had been born in Mexico, coming to California at the age of five when his father also had had the chance of a job move with an American company. Then last year, a move to New York because of a company reorganisation. "Could have died last winter. Never seen snow in my life, not in Mexico, not in California. Here it freezes for months on end. We had nearly a week of snow days."
Once in the spacious, old fashioned town house where Ramol lived, the two boys having raided the cooler for sodas and snacks settled down to talk. "Listen Ramol, its all a bit awkward for me but there's a problem I've got. Coach Russo said I should talk with you because you know all about it."
"You've got to get cut haven't you."
"How did you know?"
"Sort of guessed. Your dick skin looks kinda tight and all the team saw it. They were all talking about it after you left. When you wouldn't or couldn't pull it today I knew something was up. Don't worry kid I had the same problem. I suppose you were seen by Schneider for your physical and he's referred you to Rosenberg to get cut."
"Yes, does everyone have to see Dr. Schneider every year? I'd never had a proper medical exam before last Friday."
"Sort of. You have to get an annual physical for the school and Schneider's the nearest to us. Rosenberg's a top urologist in the area. You'll be OK, he knows what he's doing."
"That's what Russo said when I took in the sports physical form and he saw what was written at the bottom. When I asked him about the operation he just said `go and see del Santo.' There's hardly anyone gets circumcised in England. I don't know anyone who had it done apart from two Muslim lads who were circumcised when they were babies, I think. What's it going to be like? Were you able to swim straight away or will I have to wait a few weeks before they let me in the pool again?"
Nigel recounted the story of his tight foreskin and how just a year ago he had managed to get his helmet out into the open, at least when he was not hard. "Better than I could" chipped in Ramol. "Never skinned back in my life! Never saw a cut cock till we came to San Diego. There were lots of us Mexicans there. We always made fun of the locals, though some of them still had skin."
"Didn't you ever try to get it back?"
"Just a few times but it hurt like hell. Decided I didn't need to. Nice long skin, bit puckered at the end but I could piss like a horse through it. Rinsed it out by squeezing the tip and flooding it inside. Used to swell up like a balloon for the flush! Jerking was no problem, enough skin to work on from the outside. Real Latino cock, like they say."
"So, it was Dr. Schneider who decided you had a problem?"
"Yep. The bastard pulled and tugged at it like it was a piece of meat. Got the skin back to the piss slit. I was gripping the table holding on `cos it was like he was going to tear it off. All he did was make it bleed and sting like hell before he gave up. Referred me to Rosenberg to get me cut ten days later."
"That must have been horrible. At least mine can get back when I'm not hard. Not always comfortable but I can do it now. What was the operation like, does it hurt after? Were you sacred? What's this Dr. Rosenberg like? I think my dad will come with me. Dr. Schneider said that if it's done on Friday I can be back at school on Monday. So, it can't be that bad can it?"
"You'll be in school all right. Russo will want to see the result! My dad couldn't get time off and Russo came with me to Rosenberg's. Stood next to the table with a wood in his pants rubbing himself when the skin got cut off. Let me fuck him though, a month later! He loves big black and latino dick. When I got my eight inches in him and got him yelling I knew my place on the team was guaranteed till I graduate. He loves it. Not bad himself when it comes to pushing his dick into swimmer's arses."
"What's the operation like then? Does it take long?"
"Nah, you'll be in and out in less than an hour. Takes about five minutes for the injections to deaden everything. Operation was a bit longer for me, so he said, `cos my skin wouldn't go back to put the bell on. Rosenberg had to cut a slit into the skin to loosen it up and get it down my dick. Said it was like doing a baby. Anyways, once he'd got all the pieces on he left it for about ten minutes before he did the cut. After that it didn't take long to put the creams and bandages on. They give you lots of painkillers for after. Before I knew it Russo had dropped me off here and I was laid out in front of the TV. Best thing is wear a jock to keep everything in place and stop it rubbing once the bandage comes off. Look kid, don't worry you'll be fine. It's sore and sensitive rather than painful. Kids'll tell you bad stories but it's not the worst thing in the world. I've had more pain from the dentist than I got from Rosenberg.
Believe me you'll want to fuck like a rabbit when it's all over and you're healed up."
Nigel was somewhat glad to hear his worst fears of agony and distress dispelled by Ramol's blunt description of having gone through circumcision. The account of how Coach Russo had been so intimate with his student only served to confirm what he already suspected about the swimming coach, whose behaviour was a million years away from that of old Sam Crompton back at Moss Bank. After another soda and more chips Ramol offered to show Nigel around the house with the intention of getting the boy into his room as quickly as possible.........
With the two of them stretched out on Ramol's king sized bed staring over each other at posters and pictures of Mexican football teams and players, Olympic swimmers and divers and a selection of the latest boy band pin ups, Nigel felt the urge to take the initiative in getting a little more intimate with his new found friend. Sure, he had only just seen the newly circumcised cock at close quarters in the Atlantic shower room, but he wanted more of it, this time inside him. Reaching over to the Mexican's sizable bulge Nigel rubbed at the cock and balls through the soft white chinos. Ramol responded immediately unzipping Nigel's pants and pulling down the black boxer briefs which the youngster was wearing. Nigel's cock, despite his mental excitement was still little more than three inches in length. Ramol's head went down to the foreskinned covered cock to gobble it like a newly discovered candy. "Wait, I'll try and get it skinned back."
Nigel's cock was beginning to swell and he knew that in a few moments his foreskin would be too tight to retract. "Let me skin back first. No. You do it for me." Ramol put both his hands against the swelling shaft and spread his fingers out along the foreskin. Very firmly and quickly he yanked the delicate skin down over the cockhead making Nigel yell out as his foreskin was tugged back to the ridge. The pain of the sudden retraction put a temporary halt to his growing erection. Ramol pushed at the red skin to see if he could force it down the shaft but as always, the phimosis can to rest in the groove behind the helmet and refused to budge.
"It's more than I could ever do. Suppose, Schneider's right. You soon have to be an all-American boy! Come on, I'll kiss it better". Nigel lay back moaning with delight while Ramol's lips and tongue worked their way around the super-sensitive cock head. Ramol dug into the piss slit with the hard tip of his tongue and tried to force it into the tight bands of flesh at the back of Nigel's helmet but the ring of now greying flesh resisted the intrusion and tightened still further around the top of Nigel's shaft. Ramol began to take the full five inches of cock into his mouth working his lips around the thickening shaft, pulling himself on and off the throbbing cock. Pausing to suck on the tight ring of skin locked around the base of the helmet he tried to suction it down the shaft using the full force of his mouth and sensuous lips. Nothing doing. Resuming his pumping Ramol very soon had Nigel gasping and crying out.
"It's too much. Stop. You'll make me cum too soon."
Ramol let go for a moment and stared at the angrily swollen cock. Not only the tightened foreskin was changing colour but the helmet itself had turned from bright red to a pinkish grey colour that looked decidedly unhealthy.
"Come here Britdick. You see my new American cock." Ramol unzipped and slipped down his brief pouch. The soft five inch dick lay in repose against his thigh as he leaned over towards Nigel, whose eyes opened wide to see at close quarters the tightly cut organ. A thing of beauty and wonder, the golden bronze shaft, the dark brown ring of flesh two thirds the way up and then the pinkish flesh leading to a massive dark plum shaped crown dark and magnificent in its proportions. "Come on, you can touch it. It won't bite!" Nigel tentatively ran his fingers up and down the heavy shaft, pausing to trace around the circumcision scar, so prominent and distinctive on the Latin cock. Running his finger into the deep groove below the crown and round to the back where once the cock string had been attached but obviously sliced away, he marvelled at the feel and shape of the denuded cockhead. Ramol, gasped, twitched and pulled away at the last touch as he
felt the finger in his V shaped helmet grove. "It's so sensitive there you could make me cum! Go slowly. Same down where it's cut, rub it softly. I can still feel where Rosenberg tightened the clamp. Go gently and don't make me cum yet."
Nigel caressed the thick swollen eight inches of hard cock and closed his eyes to image how it must have looked before being cut. How many inches of skin then had been cut off? Teasingly fingering the dark brown scar and rubbing at the edge of the pink flesh above it he made Ramol buck his hips and moan for more. Wrapping his hand around the tube of flesh he started to wank the cock up and down until Ramol screamed out, though in agony or ecstasy Nigel was not sure. "Hold on, wait a minute." Ramol got up off the bed to pull off his pants and briefs and went over to a cabinet to look for something.
Nigel's cock had deflated in the meantime. The foreskin was loosening around the bottom of his helmet, which itself was turning back from the sickly pink-grey colour to a healthy red. Whilst Ramol looked for whatever he was looking for, Nigel carefully tugged and pushed at his foreskin to cover up his glans, and felt all the more comfortable for it once it was back in its normal position.
Ramol returned with a big plastic bottle on which Nigel could easily see the word "Stallion." "Come on Britdick get those pants off properly. Now we'll get to it." Screwing off the cap of the bottle Ramol squeezed a lump of watery clear jelly onto the palm of his hand and massaged it onto his still stiff cock before reaching over to do the same for Nigel. "It's called lube. Takes away the friction and makes everything nice and smooth. You'll appreciate this. We can jerk now."
Ramol took Nigel's cock in his fist and in a few moments had the softening organ swelling and throbbing in his hand. With the foreskin covering the head and his hand whipping up and down the shaft he fondly remembered the days when he would make himself come into his own long tight foreskin. Nigel's in contrast, stretched to a small puckered ruff of flesh at the tip with just a hint of the piss slit showing through. Nigel gasped and breathed deeply as the warm hand smoothly worked its way up and down his shaft. Whatever this lube was, he was certainly going to get a bottle of it as soon as possible. Needing no encouragement himself, Nigel wrapped his hand around Ramol's cock and reciprocated the action, amazed at how easily his fist glided up and down the eight inch shaft. Ramol's cock was a good three inches longer than his own and the fact that it had been circumcised made it look even longer to Nigel. There was no slackness in the skin at
all and under the shiny, glistening lube the tight pink flesh above the scar revealed every last remaining capillary blood vessel swollen on the surface. The dark hard plum which surmounted the cock shone brightly with the effect of the lube, its deep piss slit flaring as Nigel's fist pulled at the hard ridge.
Ramol brought his fist down to the base of Nigel's cock and teased the hairy ball sac, twisting and groping at the wrinkled skin and the orbs they contained. "We'll have to get you tidied up," he whispered as his fingers ran through the bushy hair not only on Nigel's balls but all around the groin. Nigel had never imagined that such sensations were possible as Ramol added more lube and took Nigel both cock and balls into his large hands, kneading him like a piece of bread dough. Ramol's combined cock and balls were too large for Nigel to be able to do likewise. He reached for the lube and with a dollop on his palm took at least Ramol's hairless sac in one hand to work on it while wanking the rampant cock with the other.
Ramol eventually let go of Nigel's cock and balls and squeezing out more lube turned his attention to the English youth's arse crack pushing his fingers in deep to prepare Nigel for a hard ramming. Nigel instinctively lay back, spread his legs and arched his body to welcome the eight inches of Mexican cock which were soon pressing against him. Thanks to the generous anointing Ramol's massive plum slipped in effortlessly and pushed its way up the chute in one continuous movement until Nigel could feel the top of Ramol's damp ball sack against his own flesh. Adjusting himself to exert maximum force Ramol grabbed the slim white hips below him, pulling the pale arse further onto him. Slowly and deliberately he pulled out half way and began to fuck with determination.
"Do it on my nut." Nigel, remembering the pleasure that Dr. Schneider and Coach Russo had given him implored Ramol to push his helmet onto his gland and make him leak his juices. Ramol for the moment thought better for himself to keep on ploughing long and deep before deciding to withdraw and get Nigel onto his knees for a cock prostate massage. "So, Schneider gave you a good fingering did he? Got you to cum on his couch did he?" Ramol remembered his own introduction to the pleasures of rectal exams, well able to imagine Nigel curled up on the table whilst Schneider poked his ass hole.
With Nigel on his knees, legs stretched apart and head down, Ramol pushed hard and deep into the open ass hole from above and easily felt the hard nut of Nigel's prostate against his hard cock head. Nigel squirmed and gasped loudly while Ramol rubbed himself hard and fast against the secret gland. Reaching down Nigel could feel the juices already leaking from his rock hard cock. Ramol wanted a few more minutes of long hard thrusting before he was ready to cum and broke off from the prostate massage to plough himself in and out of the English boy's arse with vigour. Letting go of one hip Ramol reached down and under to take hold of Nigel's cock and jerk it slowly in as he pumped the arse. With his hand wrapped around the uncut shaft he rubbed his thumb into the tiny opening of the foreskin. Sensing that Nigel, like himself, was ready to cum Ramol pulled out far enough to find the hard nut in Nigel chute and began the slow, fast, fast, slow
massage. Using his hard circumcised cock head he worked on the gland to the point where it would connect with the tight balls and send Nigel's juice spurting out of his foreskinned dick.
Nigel suddenly started to tense and jerk his body and Ramol, still wanking the uncut cock felt his hand being moistened by the cool outpouring of youthful cum. Jerking Nigel's cock ever more forcefully he encouraged it shoot its load, all the while ramming away at the youth's now tender love nut. Nigel groaned and screamed as his spunk flooded out in Ramol's hand, wanting the delight to last forever. At last, the ejaculation subsided and Ramol brought himself to relief by thrusting himself in and out, the full length of his eight inches, popping Nigel's arse bud open and closed as he did so. Feeling just how tight the muscle of Nigel's arse could grip his shaft, he finally let the arse lips do their work by pulling out to his circumcision scar and instead of thrusting deep and long, worked his cock in and out an inch or two to feel the full tightness of the English boy's chute squeezing around his still sensitive circumcision line.
At the moment of coming Ramol bucked in and out of Nigel arse and cried out in exaltation as his cock spewed its juices into Nigel's tight chute, holding on tight now to the pale hips beneath him and then collapsing onto Nigel's exhausted body.......
"Something we need to do before you leave my friend. Come to the bathroom. We'll trim you down and get you ready for Rosenberg. Make you look neater on the team as well. Didn't you notice how everyone's trimmed at Atlantic?"
"Stand here." Ramol soaked a facecloth in the steaming hot water from the faucet and wrapped the hot towelling around Nigel's ball sac. Taking a triple bladed Gillette he began very carefully to shave off every last hair from the English boy's scrotum, gently stretching the skin to get as close as he could to the delicate follicles. Satisfied with part one, Ramol next applied the hot wetted cloth to each side of the groin and in a few strokes denuded the space between the ball sac and Nigel's thighs, shaving down to well below the scrotum and into the perineum. "Looking good Brit dick. Let's do your bush. It's like a forest up there." Pushing Nigel's cock downward with one hand Ramol glided the razor over the teenage bush and thinned it almost down to the pubis. "Let's shape it up for you." After softening the hairs and skin by a fresh application of the hot damp cloth, Ramol pulled Nigel's cock away from his body and with a
few upward strokes of the blade made a neat straight line half an inch up from the base of the uncircumcised penis and then expertly trimmed away at the sides of the bush to create a triangular shape in imitation of the Atlantic style. "There we are. Perfect athlete bush. Russo will like that. Keep yourself neat and tidy now. Have you got some blades? Go and get some from the drugstore and trim off every week or two. Nothing worse than a mouthful of pubes for anyone who's going down on you."
Cleaned up and dressed after an afternoon of youthful pleasures, Nigel and Ramol returned to the subject of Nigel's forthcoming circumcision. "Don't worry you'll be back on the team in a couple of weeks. Coach had me in the pool ten days later. Said the chlorine in the water would toughen up the wound. Stung like hell! But he was right. Took nearly six weeks before I could have a good jerk but boy it was good when the time came. Shot like a rocket. Go on. See you on Thursday."