This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or institutions is accidental and unintended.
During the mid-day recess Nigel paid a visit to the bathroom on the top floor of the school thinking that it would be less crowded than those on the ground floor, where his uncut cock would be only too visible to one or more of his mocking classmates. The line of open urinals was empty. Nigel felt relieved to be able to relieve himself in isolation. He had hardly begun to let his stream out when the door banged. In a moment a tall and very handsome black student had positioned himself just one urinal away to his right, hefting out an impressive length of circumcised cock. The boy man began to piss a jet stream of golden liquid into the white urinal. Nigel's flow suddenly diminished in comparison. As if by some mutual telepathy the two looked across in each other's direction. The English boy was fascinated by the length and girth of the black penis with its prominent circumcision scar dividing dark brown flesh from black. The student looked contemptuously at the small uncut dick which was now just about dribbling piss through a short tight foreskin.
Nigel looked up at the face of the tall student who seemed slightly familiar. Nigel thought to himself, that's got to be Domingo from the Senior reserve swim team. He had only been to one practice and had not been present at the try outs. Domingo sneered, "Hey what you lookin' at Brit dick. You're the new wonder swimmer aren't you? Like what you see?"
Flustered and nervously Nigel muttered something about how he was still getting used to being surrounded by cut dicks every time he went to the bathroom or took a shower at swimming practice. "I hear you won't have that problem after tomorrow kid."
"What do you mean?"
"Your little operation is now common knowledge thanks to Russo and your new friend del Santo. All the guys know why you won't be in class tomorrow."
Nigel began to flush a deep red at the thought of his very private life having become the subject of salacious gossip.
"Don't you be shy kid. You'll get a big cheer when you come back to the team and they see your new cock for the first time. They'll have a lotto to see who gets to suck you off for the first time after the cut!"
Even Nigel's fervid imagination found it hard to believe that such a thing could be possible but he had to admit to himself that a team celebration of his operation would be fun, as long as it was not limited to a round of blow jobs. Plucking up his courage and overcoming his embarrassment at the sudden and unexpected encounter with the older student he asked, "You are Domingo, from the Senior year aren't you?"
"You got it kid. Don't forget it's class, not year. Yep. I'm the one Russo probably told you about. Come on, zip up we'll go wander and talk."
Out on the bleachers of the practice football field Doming told the story of how he had come to Atlantic, uncut from Dominica and had been ridiculed in the very first week by Russo and his swim team for his long length of black foreskin. At the sports physical the doctor had pulled back the prepuce and commented on the odour of urine and then discovered a few spots of dick cheese hidden in the grove below his helmet. "Should have had a good wash before he looked at me. Was still greasy from a jerk the night the night before!" Didn't take him a minute to write on the form "redundant foreskin, poor hygiene, circumcision required." Domingo continued with the story of how a week later he was on Dr. Rosenberg's operating table having his dick skinned forever. Laughing, he joked about how the doctor had had to search in his cabinet for the biggest bell and clamp in stock. "Don't think he had ever seen a big black dick like it. It was a tight squeeze but he got it on and down in the end."
"Didn't you feel bad about having the operation? I mean, it sounds as if there was nothing wrong with you."
"Not really. I liked to jerk my skin and until I came here I didn't know nothing different. Never seen a cut cock back home in Dominica but once I got here and saw cocks always ready for action with the cock head flaring I started to think that's for me'. More I heard bout the girls here who don't want to go down on a foreskin I think I would have gone and got myself cut eventually if Schneider and Rosenberg hadn't got to me first."
"What a co-incidence. It's Dr. Schneider who is sending me to Dr. Rosenberg. What's the surgeon like? Is he really as good as Coach Russo says. I know it's got to be done now but, I've never ever been in hospital or had an operation in my life."
"Don't you worry kid. Rosenberg's a youngish guy and he'll do you well. Never forget the day he cut me. I'm not gay or nuthin' but that guy certainly knows how to handle a man's cock and make him feel good. He had me down on the table and did a cock exam before he injected the painkillers. Smooth soft hands feeling for any lumps or odd veins. Gave me half a boner straight off. Then he skinned me back to have a look inside, squeezing my piss slit and fingering around the cock string, stretching the foreskin every which way. He quickly had my ten inches up in his face. When he started to skin me up and down the cum started to dribble and before he could do anything about it I shot my load in his cute face."
"He'll not be able to do half of that with me. That's why I got to have the operation. Did it take long to do the surgery?"
"Na, about ten minutes prep and for the injections to work, then another ten with the clamps and a few minutes to cut. It's over and done quicker than a root canal."
"So you really don't mind having been circumcised?"
"No way kid, some ways, best thing that happened to me. Boys and girls love to chew on it now. Fact I finished taking up taking little brother to him a couple of months later. Young Pedrito's already a bit of a fag and couldn't wait to play and suck with my new cock. Then he begged dad to have one like it. Dad couldn't take going to Rosenberg's so I got to see his boy cock being skinned. After all the fuss about getting it done he squealed like a pig when Rosenberg started to skin him back and decide which clamp to use. I had to hold him tight when the injections went in or he would have run out naked into the street. When Rosenberg screwed the clamp tight on his dick Pedrito jerked up off the table' cos the painkiller hadn't gone all the way up his cock. Doc had to unscrew everything and start again with an extra shot to make sure! Anyways, little Pedrito growing up to be like his elder brother and he'll soon have a good eight inches of tight cut cock for his little boyfriends to play with. Since then we got a baby brother. Mom figured that with the two of us clipped she better get a doctor to sort him out. Cute little thing with his baby black knob sticking out. She had me go in with the kid. Braver than his brother Pedrito: hollered when Rosenberg skinned him back for the first time to get the bell on but calmed down afterwards for the cut."
In the distance the klaxon sounded for the return to lessons and the two jumped up and made their way to the school buildings. "See you at swim practice later. Let you feel my rod after"......
Nigel hung around the locker room until he was left alone with only Domingo and a couple of swimmers from the sophomore class. His two classmates eventually disappeared, leaving the English boy alone with the tall dark Dominican, both of them idly pretending to dry themselves and at last get dressed. Domingo spoke first, "So little Brit dick, tomorrow's your day. Get down and take a good look at what Rosenberg's work is like," pulling off his towel to reveal the enormous length of flesh which hung between his dark thighs. "Yeah boy, get a good look and feel that tube, it's getting hard for you already."
Domingo's cock, a fat five inches even when at rest started to double in size. The helmet looked like it would burst as it filled with blood. The scar line of the circumcision, almost half way down the shaft began to bulge and stand out like a ring of cord around the shaft. "I ain't no fag. Don't think you're getting your little pecker in me but you suck me off, give your black brother a good blow and think of what's coming to you next." Nigel opened wide his mouth, knowing that he even so would never manage more than a few inches of the cut black monster in his face. Tentatively he ran his tongue around the rock hard ridge of the helmet and teased at the gorge of a piss slit before plunging into the deep V grove where the cock string had been skilfully cut away.
"Yeah, you lick away at Rosenberg's cutting. He done me real good and tight. Juts you wait till he gets his clamp on you. My cock was supposed to be dead but I sure felt him slide in on and tighten his steel ring. You get that feeling tomorrow kid and remember who told you to enjoy getting your new cock."
Nigel sucked and slurped like his life depended on it, drenching the first four or five inches of the massive black pole with his sweet saliva.
"Come on kid, time for action" Domingo got up from the locker bench and pushed Nigel hands down onto the narrow ledge, pulling his hips and arse outwards. Massive black hands pulled apart the pale white arse cheeks. Domingo spit a glob of sticky saliva into the crack, rubbing it onto the tender ass hole. Nigel could see nothing and was almost afraid to turn his head to look the moment when he felt Domingo's enormous helmet forcing his cheeks apart and pushing relentlessly against his bud. This one was almost the size of Russo and del Santo combined into one gigantic piece of purple black gristle. Domingo was not a sensitive fucker and with one determined push cracked open the seal of Nigel's chute forcing his way into the slender youth. Nigel screamed as he felt the skin of his arse being stretched further apart than should ever happen to a man. Screams had no effect on Domingo who pushed three, six, nine inches in tearing the Nigel's body apart as he did so.
Holding still for a moment and letting the cries of the impaled English boy subside, Domingo himself breathed deeply ready to make a determined assault on the tightest arse he had had in a long time. "Get ready for it Brit dick." Without warning he pulled out half way and began to piston Nigel's arse slicing through like it was butter. "You wantin' more?" was about the only intimation that the plunging was going to go to full length.
Nigel yelled for mercy to no effect. Domingo, the once uncut Dominican was now enjoying the full effects of a radical cut, a longer session to bring him to shoot his load. The tough black skin of his cock forced its way in and out of the white arse for what seemed like ever before he began to shout at Nigel. "Squeeze it tight.......make cum......take my juice."
Nigel, whose chute had been almost desensitised by the force of Domingo's ramming nevertheless was able to feel the force of the ejaculation and the flood of sperm which suddenly made the fucking so much smoother for him. Domingo continued to shout out his obscenities plunged his way in and out of Nigel's arse until every last drop had been expelled from his now softening cock........
Aching from his arse up through his abdomen and sore between his buttocks Nigel made his way home and went straight to the bathroom to relieve his aching bowels. Gently padding himself with tissue he was relieved to see only a slight smear of red and not the great globs of blood that he feared would flow out of him. After three serious fucks in less than five days his arse lips had been tenderised like pieces of schnitzel and it was nothing short of a miracle after taking Domingo's thick ten inches that he was not pouring blood from deep within him.
Naked in the comfort of his own bed that night, Nigel had his last uncut wank. Sparing himself any further pain for the day he did not attempt to skin back, slowly wanking his helmet through the foreskin and teasing the tip through the little aperture at the end. For one last time he pinched his foreskin at the moment of cuming and let the cool juice force its way down between his tight fitting foreskin and his helmet. Allowing just a weak dribble to escape on to his hand Nigel let boy juice mature in his cock skin overnight. He would have one last skin back in the shower tomorrow morning and clean himself up for his appointment with Dr. Rosenberg.
By 8am on Friday morning Nigel was waiting nervously with his father in the waiting room of Dr. Nathan Rosenberg's clinic at 4th Avenue Urology. The comfortable surroundings could have been the ante-room of a lawyer's or bank manager's office, with its stylish furniture and tasteful artwork. Conversation between father and son was restricted to platitudes about school and their new life in America, the subject of their presence here too awkward to deal with. In a short time Nigel was called into Dr. Rosenberg's consulting room and the secretary suggested that Mr. Redmond might want to accompany his son. Nigel looked startled at the thought of his dick being discussed in the presence of his father.
Father and son took their places opposite Dr. Rosenberg who introduced himself with a smile and firm handshake. The young doctor was probably younger than Mr. Redmond. His dark olive skin and deep set eyes, the expensively cut jet black hair and immaculately tailored clothes suggested a successful movie star rather than a man whose life was spent dealing with the problems of urinary tracts and genitals. "I appreciate that your visit here is probably rather embarrassing for both of you but please be assured that Nigel's referral is perfectly common and certainly not out of the ordinary for me.......most American boys are circumcised at birth but this is New York and we have thousands of newcomers each month. There are always some who find themselves having to consult a doctor or a surgeon for problems which were ignored back home. You are from England aren't you? Your socialised medicine seems to take a different approach than ours. I have circumcised several English boys and men here over the last years........Welcome to America!"
Nigel's father had no questions to ask Dr. Rosenberg other than about post-operative care and treatment, specifically how to get through the coming weekend and when Nigel could get back to swimming practice. After all, if it had not been for the swimming and the sports physical they probably wouldn't have been here. Dr. Rosenberg assured them both that recovery would be swift and painless and that in all probability Jason would be back in the pool within ten days. "Believe me, I've known teeth extractions to cause more problems. Mr. Redmond, if you wait outside, Janice will get you coffee while I see Nigel in the surgery. We should be through in thirty minutes. Janice will order your cab for you when we are ready."
Nigel looked wistfully at the handsome doctor as his father left the consulting room. The man was impressively handsome and if not for the impending surgery Nigel could have indulged in any one of a number of erotic fantasies about those strong hands, broad chest, long legs and what lay concealed by those exquisitely cut trousers which hinted at heavy genitals concealed from view. Nigel knew about baby Jewish boys being circumcised at eight days old and in his mind's eye pictured a fulsome length of tanned flesh and a dark helmet resting inside stylish briefs. His reverie was brought to an abrupt end by the sound of Dr. Rosenberg's voice.
"OK Nigel, we'll have a talk before we go into surgery. Don't be anxious. Thousands of young men have to get circumcised every year because of one problem or another. Others because they want to be circumcised when for some reason they were not circumcised in infancy. Now, Dr. Schneider has referred you because of phimosis, that's tightness of the foreskin to the layman. Let's be a bit more detailed. Penises come in all shapes and sizes and so do foreskins. Tell me about yours. Can you move it at all?"
The doctor's voice was so smoothing and gentle that Nigel felt no difficulty in explaining his adolescent story and about the day when he at last had managed to skin himself back in the bath just a year ago but how his skin refused to budge if got an erection with the skin still covering the glans.
"OK young man. Just stand up here and lower your pants so we have a look at the offending prepuce."
Nigel stood in front of Dr. Rosenberg, his three and a bit inch penis hanging down from his now almost hairless groin. Nathan Rosenberg recognised immediately the signs of childhood and adolescent phimosis in the tightly puckered foreskin which gathered untidily ahead of the glans. Taking the penis at the head of the glans between the thumbs and forefingers of both hands, he firmly and carefully, slowly pushed the skin back revealing little by little the reddish gland which glistened in the bright light of the surgery. Nigel gasped as the foreskin began to tighten in a ring at the base of his helmet. When Dr. Rosenberg, using the very tips of his fingers, attempted to unfold and retract the skin along the shaft Nigel's body jerked backwards at the sudden stab of pain. Dr. Rosenberg immediately let go of the penis and apologised for the pain he had inflicted. "OK, let's leave it there where it is. We won't go any further. Let's just have a look underneath at the frenum, that's the band of flesh which holds everything in place..........Yes, that's it. Your frenum is very, very tight and unusually thick. It's that which is causing your phimosis. Don't you worry now. In half an hour everything will be fixed."
Encouraging Nigel to hold still and be calm, Dr. Rosenberg squeezed on the glans with one hand whilst pushing and tugging the foreskin up with the other. Once it was more or less in its normal position he gave the foreskin a hefty tug to bring every last millimetre of flesh into position around the glans.
"Well young man, your surgery will be quick and simple. Shall we go through. Inside you can strip off and we'll keep you warm with a couple of drapes in case the air conditioning is on the high side for you. Just leave you clothes on the chair and table behind the screen while I get myself ready."
Nigel and Dr. Rosenberg went through to a very cold, brightly lit room which seemed to be a cross between and English doctor's consulting room with desk and cabinets and a small operating theatre with its table and overhead lighting, glass topped instrument trays and piles of green gowns and drapes neatly folded and stacked in the corner. It was indeed a cold place with the air con silently chilling the air and bringing goose bumps in a second to Nigel's skin as he removed his clothes. Walking over to the operating table he felt however, the beating of his heart to match the trembling in his legs as he contemplated what was to come.
Dr. Rosenberg had by this time put on a white doctor's coat. Standing by the operating table he gave Nigel a hand up onto the freezing surface and had an opportunity to admire the young swimmer's athletic build. Sure, the English boy was undersize compared to his American counterparts of the same age and his uncircumcised penis hanging from his groin looked distinctively foreign but the overall effect was not unpleasing. Nigel's abdomen was beginning to show signs of a potential six pack and the arm and thigh muscles were beginning to bulge in the right places. What a pity he thought, that English medical practice could leave a boy in this state for so long. This problem should have been sorted out by a paediatrician before the kid every got to grade school.
"You feeling cold enough Nigel?" We'll put a couple of drapes on you. Just to cover your chest and legs." Dr. Rosenberg took half unfolded drapes and laid them across Nigel's chest covering him down to below his navel and from his feet up to mid thigh level leaving his lower abdomen and groin to chill in the seriously cool air of the surgery. Snapping on a pair of surgical gloves Dr. Rosenberg announced, "I think we're ready to begin. Hold on in there. First of all we'll paint you up and then I'm going to give you three injections. They might sting a bit but believe me they're worth it!"
Nigel watched as his pale flesh turned bright orange from the surgical disinfectant. It had hardly time to dry when Dr. Rosenberg took hold of the base of his penis and on one side of it, very slowly started to push a syringe needle deep into the flesh. Nigel breathed deeply, trying to hold himself steady against the stinging pain as the plunger was pushed and the doctor worked the tip of the hypodermic around inside his organ. The lidocaine mixture had hardly begun to take effect before Dr. Rosenberg began to repeat the procedure on the other side of Nigel's penis.
"You're doing fine Nigel. Hang on in there. We are going to wait a minute or two for the anaesthetic to work its up and then we'll give you a last shot below the glans." Dr. Rosenberg took the penis between the fingers of his right hand and slowly palpitated it from the base upwards, encouraging the painkilling solution to penetrate the length of the organ. Already Nigel could tell that he was loosing sensation in his penis and was quite insensitive to the stab of the syringe when Dr. Rosenberg injected him and the underside of his shaft, an inch or so below the foreskin sheathed glans.
Nigel looked down at his dead cock wondering just how it would look when Dr. Rosenberg had finished his work. Was it true that circumcised guys could grow a bigger helmet? He hoped that once the tight skin had been cut off then his mushroom head would be freer to grow and spread out. Would the doctor be cutting him deep enough to make his cock shaft taper at the top and make his helmet stand out even more? Twenty four hours earlier such thoughts, especially when thinking about del Santo and Domingo's cocks would have given him a raging hard-on but here laying in the ice cold surgery with a dick full of anaesthetic any physical reaction was impossible. Even the handsome doctor massaging the lidocaine through his penis, could not add a centimetre to his length.
"That's great Nigel. Let's just check that everything's frozen up for you." Taking a pair of forceps Dr. Rosenberg pinched Nigel's penis around the glans and down the shaft, gripping the surface skin in between the tight blades. "Feel anything, Nigel?"
"No, it's like there's nothing there."
"Fine. Right shall we proceed? First of all we've got to excise that frenum for you and then we can do the circumcision easily with a regular Gomco clamp." Now completely painlessly Dr. Rosenberg tugged back Nigel's foreskin and managed to get it part way down the shaft below the glans. Using an electro-cautery blade he sliced away the offending frenum piece by piece, releasing the foreskin even further as he did so. Bloodlessly, the surgery proceeded until Nigel's foreskin appeared to be almost loose around his shaft. Amazed to see the pink flesh that was revealed as his foreskin slid further and further down his shaft Nigel thought of how his English class mates had been able to do this years ago and how sensitive his friend Kevin Murphy had been on the inside of his foreskin. Already he knew that this operation was going to be worth it. In fact, why didn't the doctor just leave it there. If his foreskin was now freed up then why cut it off?
Nigel would discover later by a few searches on the internet that conservative treatment of problem foreskins was not the America way: whilst in England most doctors would be satisfied to remove a tight cock string and avoid having to do a circumcision, in the USA the Gomco reigned supreme and foreskins were considered to be more trouble than they were worth.
With not a drop of blood shed Nigel's frenectomy was finished and Dr. Rosenberg easily pulled up the now freed foreskin to cover the glans once more. "Halfway there Nigel. We'll put the clamp on in a minute."
Taking a surgical pen, Dr. Rosenberg drew a line around Nigel's shaft, half an inch or so below the bulge of the glans. "We'll get you a good tight finish young man." Whatever that meant. From a table behind him, Dr. Rosenberg picked up a dome topped stainless steel tube with a screw shaped bit on the end, pulled back Nigel's foreskin once more and slipped the metallic object into place. Nigel was vaguely aware of something pushing against the tip of his helmet whilst Dr. Rosenberg stretched and pulled at his foreskin almost yanking it down his shaft to accommodate the strange object. Eventually the doctor pulled the skin up over the shiny metal tube, pulling hard to bring his pen line up over the end of the object.
Letting go of the penis both Nigel and the doctor could see the skin start to imperceptibly slide backwards leaving a little more of the silver dome visible, poking out from inside the foreskin. Nigel watched Dr. Rosenberg turn once more to pick up the other piece of the surgical instrument, a strange contraption with two arms between a sort of bolt screwing mechanism and a thick ring of steel. Dr. Rosenberg pushed the ring down over the penis towards the end of the bell tube and pulled up Nigel's skin until the pen line was just above the metal ring whilst dextrously positioning the screw level with the tip of the bell. "When I screw this together it will tighten around your penis and literally clamp your foreskin in place for the circumcision."
Nigel was aware of something constricting the shaft of his cock and prayed that whatever happened next really would be painless. Dr. Rosenberg twisted the nut and bolt mechanism until he could turn it no more and the Gomco had Nigel's penis in a vice-like grip. "Very good Nigel. We're almost finished. I'm going to leave this for five minutes while the clamp crushes the blood vessels for you and hopefully you'll have no bleeding when we cut. You just hold on in there young man."
Nigel looked in astonishment at the peculiar instrument weighing down his cock. So this is what people meant by being `Gomcoed'. He tried to imagine how many different sizes of the thing were made, remembering Domingo's remark about Dr. Rosenberg having to find his biggest Gomco in order to circumcise him. Picturing Domingo's enormous plum shaped helmet he figured it must have been like a classroom bell. He wondered if the handsome doctor had been circumcised with a miniature version of this thing, if so there must be thimble sized protective bells for babies. On the other hand Nigel remember seeing a picture in a library book of a little Jewish baby being circumcised with the rabbi holding the tiny foreskin in one hand and a knife in the other. Nigel's mind wandered to thoughts of Ramol del Santo stretched out on this same operating table just a year ago with his five inch soft cock trapped and squeezed tightly in the clamp. What must he have thought to see his helmet for the first time when the skin was cut off.
Soon enough five minutes had passed and Dr. Rosenberg returned to the operating table. Taking the now heavy penis in his hand looked carefully at the flesh above and below the clamp trying to see if the appropriate crush had been effected. Deciding to proceed with the circumcision now, he picked up a narrow blade scalpel and began the delicate work of slicing through the trapped foreskin, pressing down the tip of the blade into the junction of the clamp and the bell. In a few moments he had worked his way around the ring. The severed foreskin retracted a bit up the steel tube leaving only the trace of a reddish ring of flesh behind it, glistening against the steel.
"That's great Nigel. You are now circumcised. Just a minute or two for the wound to stabilise and we'll take off the clamp and you'll see what a fine piece of work you have. Marvellous invention, this thing."
Nigel stared down and saw the remnant of his foreskin shrivelled and bunched up around the steel tube of the Gomco bell. He watched attentively as Dr. Rosenberg sliced down the length of the pale oozing flesh and pulled it off like a strip of sticking plaster . "There's the end of your troubles young man." The useless foreskin was quickly consigned to a metal dish. "Now for the proof of Gomco efficiency my boy." Dr. Rosenberg began to unscrew the metal contraption which was still weighing down Nigel's penis. First of all the arms and thick steel ring fell away leaving the freshly cut edge looking raw against the shining steel of the bell. Very delicately and slowly Dr. Rosenberg pulled the protective bell from Nigel's penis leaving it bared, as it would be forever. "There we are Nigel, one perfect circumcision."
Nigel looked down to see the very pink inner skin of his penis laid bare, ending at a bright red ring of flesh which had surprisingly only a few miniature drops of blood trickling from it. The cut was certainly a good third the way down his shaft and Nigel was happy to think that soon enough it would scar and darken like del Santo's giving him that `all-American boy' look. His helmet was as always, a shiny red but he already knew that that would change in a few months as his once imprisoned helmet toughened up from constant exposure.
"OK Nigel, I think we've done a good job here. The blood vessels are holding. You'll be glad to know there's no need for sutures. Just some tissue adhesive to hold the edge in place while it cicatrises." Dr. Rosenberg squeezed a thick clear liquid out of a tube pointing the nozzle directly at the thin red line that marked the circumcision wound before wrapping it in several layers of gauze bandage leaving just the tip of Nigel's glans clear of the dressing.
"There you are. Ready to go home now. Just you get dressed and try to keep your penis held upright in your briefs when you do so. Remember no loose underpants or boxers for a couple of weeks. Keep everything snugly in place." Once Nigel was dressed Dr. Rosenberg had a final word of advice. With a smile on his face Nathan Rosenberg admonished the young man "Don't even think about sex for the next six weeks! Your penis will look as if it's healing quickly but it will still be tender and the wound needs time to stabilise interiorly. You'll sure get erections soon enough but leave them be. So, no masturbation or anything else for a while."
As doctor and patient walked out through the consulting office into the waiting room, Mr. Redmond was taken aback to see his son walking so confidently and uprightly. None of the wide legged cowboy walk of bar room circumcision jokes and stories evident here. "Mr. Redmond, you will be pleased to know that everything is fine. No problems at all. I don't think you will have any to worry about. Nigel can look after his own medication but just to let you know there are antibiotics here for a six day course, pain killers and anti-inflammatory drugs for three or four days. I have used tissue adhesive rather than sutures. It's waterproof and Nigel can take off the protective bandage tomorrow in a warm tub or shower."
Mr. Redmond and Nigel thanked Dr. Nathan Rosenberg for his services and after Nigel's father had signed the claim form at the desk, father and son walked out into the bright morning sunshine to hail a cab to take them home. Nathan spent the rest of the day laid up on the sofa enjoying one film after another and being plied with drinks by an anxious mother. As the injections wore off he became conscious of an odd feeling in his groin: not exactly a pain, not exactly an ache but something unusual. Keeping ahead of himself with the painkillers Nigel was confident of a quick recovery and by the end of the day was decidedly bored by his unaccustomed inactivity.
The night passed peacefully and in the morning Nigel woke to see a still bloodless bandage wrapped around his cock making it for all the world look like part of an ancient Egyptian mummy. Having swallowed his bunch of pills he was anxious to see the final result of the surgery again by unveiling his circumcised cock. Nigel ran a bath and having let himself soak for five minutes decided that the moment had come. Very gingerly he began to untie the bandage below the surface of the water and inch by inch unwind it. Even through the water he could see the line of the wound protected by its plastic like film of adhesive. What he did not expect to see was every colour of the rainbow above and below it. The shaft of Nigel's cock was bruised as if it had been through a prize fight on the loosing side. Dr. Rosenberg had not warned him about this but he worked out in his head that the bell and the clamp must have exerted tremendous pressure in order to do their job and that presumably his tender organ would heal just as would a bad black eye.
For the rest of the day Nigel keep his movements to a minimum in the apartment, spending most of the time in front of his computer or the TV screen. The next day he ventured out to walk the length of the local promenade along the Narrows, as always marvelling at the New York skyline shining in the distance. Conscious every other moment of his circumcision the dull feeling in his penis alternated with what psychologists would refer to as `phantom presence', the tight feeling that his cock head was still enveloped in skin. With his cock firmly held in place by his tightest boxer briefs to avoid any rubbing Nigel was glad to know that as promised by Dr. Schneider, he would be back in school tomorrow.
In his home room on Monday morning Nigel was the focus of all eyes and whispered remarks. By mid-morning recess he knew that if he was to have any dignity preserved then he had better wait until the last minute before visiting the top-floor bathroom, even if it meant climbing four flights of stairs with a tender cock in his pants. As classes terminated for lunch time Nigel was delighted to see Ramol del Santo coming toward him in the long corridor of lockers between the science labs and the library. His gorgeous Latin face beaming and smiling, Ramol greeted his companion like a long lost friend, eager to enquire about the circumcision. "For you and you alone.....you can see when we've had lunch" Nigel promised. Amid the din of the cafeteria and talking in hushed voices over the bland burgers, fries and juice, the two students compared experiences of their surgery. Nigel was relieved to know that the horrible bruising was in fact normal and would indeed soon subside. Washing down another handful of pills with his last gulp of juice, Nigel invited Ramol to accompany him to somewhere a little more private.........
Nigel absented himself from swimming practice that week and on the Tuesday of the following week. By Thursday of that second week, almost fourteen days after his circumcision surgery and with the bruising on his cock down to a faint tint he decided to brave the stares and remarks of his swim team mates. The surgical adhesive was by now falling off in slivers leaving the tender skin to harden of its own accord. Already the darkness of the Gomco ring site was beginning to make itself visible on his shaft and Nigel himself was starting to accustom himself to his "all-American boy" look.
To the amazement of Coach Russo and his team mates Nigel drove his way through the water like a man possessed demonstrating his absolute mastery of the both back crawl and butterfly strokes. If only Sam Crompton and his Moss Bank friends could see him now. When Nigel stepped from the pool to the acclamations of his new team mates, all eyes were fixed on the prominent bulge of the bright red Speedo which prominently displayed, like every other one around the pool edge, the sharp definition of a circumcised cock, helmet proudly outlined against the thin material.
In the post practice shower time Nigel for the first time stood proudly, his back to the wall for all to see the craftsmanship wrought by Dr. Rosenberg. The shaft of his cock had lost most of the post operative swelling and whilst it still looked rather raw his new cock was according to popular opinion a fine thing of beauty and American neatness. Students he had never spoken to came up to clap him on the back and playfully punch him on the shoulder. Ramol, soaping himself under the next shower offered his congratulations once more, "Well kid, you're one of us now."
In the final episode Nigel gets to put his new cock to good use with the boys of Atlantic High. Comments and suggestions always welcome. Jeremy