Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2012 20:25:34 +0000 (GMT)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Cavaliers and Roundheads

Highdown Preparatory was housed in a Victorian house and its extensions in
the Surrey countryside, not too far from the London suburbs but isolated
enough to make a boy homesick for the city. Its hundred and fifty or so
boys were mainly English middle class hoping for scholorship passses to
whatever minor public school would take them. A handful of foreign boys
from former colonies added an exotic touch of colour to the pale faces of
the native population. The school's five forms started at age eight and
went up to thirteen, the traditional age for transfer to senior school.


Form Five, in its last term at the school had just finished a practice game
of rugger but with only 10 to a side, so small was the intake of their
year. Mr. Snowden, still young and fresh from College hurried them into the
dank changing rooms with the reminder to wash well in the shower as their
PE lesson that day was to be followed immediately by medical insepction,
the reports of which would be requested by their next establishments. In
his few months at the school Tim Snowden had been unable to avert his gaze
from the young bodies who stripped before him twice a week for their games
sessions. He had never entered the showers whilst the boys were washing but
had enough opportunity to see their cocks and cocklets as they dried off
back in the main changing area. Some of Form Five were definately on the
verge of puberty with dark hairs appearing above and around thickening
genitals.

Back in his University College showers Tim never ceased to be amazed at the
variety of cocks around him. Highdown Prep was no different. Here were the
long and the short, the thick and the thin. Most of course were
uncircumcised: the long thin tapering foreskin of one contrasting with the
wrinkled rose bud of another; the short pullover just covering the glans
and the semi mature tube like skin which opening to show a glimpse of a
youthful piss slit. And every variation in between.

Among the noticable exceptions in the class uncut teenagers was Ajubu, a
Nigerian whose parents must have had him circumcised at birth for he had a
thickening ebony shaft which ended with no change in texture or colour in
the skin at a heavy black glans. Faizabad, from Pakistan had a mutilated
organ with an uneven scar a third way down his penis, suggesting a struggle
with the circumcisor or an inept medical assistant performing the surgery.
Apart from these two, three white boys of Form Five were missing their
foreskins: Carlton's penis looked just a little less damaged than Faizabads
with uneven stitch marks, Hurley had a seemless cut which made him look as
if he had been born without a foreskin and Grimes had a tell tale brown
ring well below the glans, the classic result of a Gomco clamp
circumcision.

The medicals were to take place in the sanatorium, the last building on the
property, suitably distanced from the main school building. It had been a
cottage: the ground floor now contained a small waiting room, the
consulting and treatment room and small ward of four beds. Upstairs there
were four isolation rooms.

With most of the boys dried and dressed Mr. Snowden ordered them to the
Study Hall where they could revise for the upcoming tests whilst four at a
time they would go to the san. and present themselves in alphabetical order
to Dr. Martin. The doctor was a middle age General Practitioner from a
nearby town, who in his younger years had worked in Kenya with a voluntary
organisation providing healthcare in rural regions. As the school's medical
officer he was on call for emergencies and and was responsible for
perfoming the medicals on new Form One boys and those leaving from Form
Five.

The silence of the Study Hall was broken as the Deputy Master came in and
called out "Adams, Ajubu, Butler and Carlton to the san." Leaving Latin and
Maths books open they marched off, each slightly apprehensive of what might
be done or required of them. Tales of ball squeezing, painful prods in the
groin and worse for teenage boys were common currency but no one knew for
sure if the horror stories were true.

Adams was first in. Dr. Martin, after checking the paperwork details asked
him to strip to his underpants and then stand to the his left in front of
the desk. Without further ado he began his examination. Hair, scalp, ears,
throat and eyes were quickly found to be clean, normal and
healthy. Reaching for the stethascope Dr. Martin instructed Adams to breath
deeply in and out as he examined the chest cavity from front and back. No
problems there. With a brief comment that puberty marks the start of
glandular changes he began to palpitate around Adams' small but already
browning nipples. This new and unfamiliar sensation, not painful but
unusual produced a reaction in the private regions and Adams began to feel
his penis thickening. Terrified, he tried to put his mind to quadratic
equations and irregular verbs in the hope that his semi hard cock would not
be noticed through the thin white material of his briefs.

"Nothing to worry about here." said Dr. Martin, adding that if in the near
future Adams should feel that his nipples had become very sensitive and
sore then he must not worry for such a thing is quite normal at the onset
of puberty. He then invited Adams to sit down on a high stool and proceeded
to tap his knees with a rubber headed steel mallet to test for reflexes
before carefully checking between the toes for any signs of that school boy
curse, athletes foot. His penis now well back to normal proportions, Adams
had decided that his cock and balls were to be ignored if knees and feet
were finished with. As Mr. Snowden had said, "The doctor will be checking
you over from head to foot." All the tales of previous generations were
obviously scare stories.

"Please stand up Adams and lower your underpants."

The boy felt his heart miss a beat as a thousand images rushed through his
mind of what might happen next. So it was true.  The doctors fingers rolled
around his balls through the thin skin sac and then slowly but deliberately
poked their way through the ball sack into his groin. Unusual but not
painful, even slightly pleasurable.

"I am now going to examine your penis. Do please stand still".

Adams, uncircumcised, had a small spout of foreskin which poked beyond the
head of his boy cock. Niether loose or tight he could pull it back
painlessly, unlike some of his classmates, and had recently begun to enjoy
the pleasures of doing so at night after lights out.  The doctor placed the
thumb and forefinger of each hand against the penis level with the tip of
the glans and pushed the skin to the base of the glans in an instant. Adam
suddenly felt the sharp tingle of a finger nail on the opening of his piss
slit as the Doctor slowly spread the tiny lips apart. Not a word from the
doctor now as to why he would do such a thing but there was no sign of the
steel rod which one evil Fourth Former had sworn about having forced into
his piss tube the previous year. What else could follow.

In fact it was almost over. Adams' foreskin was neatly nestled behind the
corona and, as Dr. Martin thought to himself, most attractively with no
wrinkles or lumpy folds. The thumbs and fingers came forward again and
without a word Dr. Martin slowly but firmly pulled the retracted foreskin
further down the shaft as far as it would go exposing the delicate pink
flesh of the cock skin.

"Nice and clean young man.  Keep it that way." remarked the doctor who then
for one final check pulled up and retracted the skin twice more, causing
just a slight thickening of the shaft as Adams enjoyed the delight of
another doing what he usually had to do for himself. In just a few minutes
the boy was dressed and ready to leave, already thinking of the wank he
would have later remembering the delicate touch of Dr. Martin.

Ajubu was next in. Already tall for his age and apparently muscular in his
uniform, filling it out in all the right places, he looked all the more
magnificent when stripped to his white briefs, briefs which left little to
the imagination, the circumcised head clearly visible through the thin
cotton. Dr Martin began the examination of this young black stud, impatient
for the moment when all would be revealed in the genital exam. It came soon
enough and with a swelling cock in his own slacks the doctor began his
palpitation of the black orbs in their almost hairless sac. The warmth of
his hands and the firmness of his touch had its effect on Nelson Ajubu
whose ebony shaft began to rise. Dr. Martin continued without pause,
searching for the opening at the top of the scrotum to introduce his finger
into the pubis of this black god. By now the cock was throbbing and a
silvery drop of juice bubbled at the piss slit as Ajubu breathed deeply,
desperate for release. Dr. Martin broke the silence complimenting Ajubu on
the neatness of the circumcision, which was almost invisible in its
markings, as if the boy had been born without a foreskin. How different he
thought from the butchery he had seen so many times in Kenya where
teenagers were usually cut by traditional circumcisers leaving ragged,
uneven scars around the shaft. Many was the time when he had treated one of
their victims in the clinic having to cut away again to tidy the wound and
stitch it.

Despite the erection, and knowing what might be the result the doctor began
to check the thick black shaft for any irregularity. As he held the penis
in his hand he felt the throb of the organ on the verge of spewing its
load. With a deft squeeze using thumb and forefinger he quickly clamped the
purple black glans and held it steady to hold off the moment of
release. Gently wiping the piss slit and crown with a medical wipe he felt
the thick glans subside, ever so slightly. The introduction of a thumb nail
into the meatus to strech the tight hole and a squeeze on the ends of the
lengthy piss slit only served to bring the blood rushing back to the boy's
penis. The delicate touch of Dr. Martins finger on the spot where once
there had been frenulum was just enough to make the black pole shudder into
life and spray its cream towards the doctor.

"I'm so sorry Doctor Sir, please do not punish me. I couldn't help
it. Doctor Sir, please forgive me." Ajubu blurted.

"Nothing at all to worry about young man, it could happen to anyone, in the
circumstances. We shall just clean you up and forget about it." replied the
Doctor, whose own penis was by now leaking copiously into his boxer shorts.

Taking a fresh wipe from the desk he held it below the glans as he started
to gently milk the penis of the juice still left in the heavy black shaft.
Once satisfied that all was expelled he delicately wiped the dark African
gland before letting the shaft fall and hang in front of the now loose
skinned ball sac.

As Ajubu began to dress, Dr.Martin, filled in his paperwork, discretely
glancing at the handsome youngster who filled his uniform so well,
remembering the time when he had, most days the luck to examine a virile
African in a bush clinic. Ajubu was far from the first to have found relief
during a genital examination. Would he ever forget the teenage Kikuyu whose
father had declined the services of the tradtional cutter and had brought
his son to the clinic to have his foreskin trimmed. The pre-op check
necessitated several retractions of the foreskin to test its movement and
to guage where the cut should be done. The Kikuyu's cock sprang up in a
moment and with the doctors fingers wrapped around it shot a creamy load in
a moment. The young English doctor,taken by surprise, but not ungrateful
for the display reasoned that the circumcision would be all the more
memorable for this young African.

Ajubu was hardly out of the examination room when Simon Butler announced
himself to Dr.Martin. Already over five feet the boy was obviously in the
full flush of puberty with his spotty face and awkward limbs.

"Good afternoon Butler, be so kind as to strip off to your underpants over
there and then come and stand by the desk" the doctor quietly murmered,
wondering what this young man might have to offer under the tight fitting
uniform shirt and trousers which revealed pert buttocks and a noticable
package at the front.

The boy was soon face to the doctor and after the usual questions about
aches, pains, past surgery or problems he was instructed to put his head to
one side as Dr. Martin poked his conical tipped torch into the boys left
ear and then the right.

"Rather waxy, I'm afraid. Make sure you clean the ears regularly: use a
fine cloth rather than tips, they can easily perforate your drums."

"Yes doctor." replied Butler without a thought of what exactly he was
supposed to do with his ears on bath night.  When Dr Martin began to
examine around Butler's nipples the boy winced as the tender lumps of fat
were touched. He had been having pain and tenderness for some weeks but was
far too shy to mention that at the beginning of the examination. He almost
jumped as Dr. Martin pulled the left nipple forward and held it whilst
fingering the light brown aureole.

"Quite normal young man. In a few weeks you will find that your glands have
settled and the tenderness will disappear."

Dr. Martin carefully worked his way down the back and abdomen, his warm
hands pressing against the pale flesh to check the usual organs before
testing knee reflexes and looking carefully and the underside of the boy's
feet and inbetwen his toes. At least no teeange verrucas or athletes foot
to have to deal with. Like Adams beofre him, Butler was beginning to wonder
if the scary tales of ball squeezing were really true. He hoped that he
would not have to expose his cock to the doctor: it had started to have a
life of its own and the wisps of hair that had begun to sprout above it
proclaimed him to be neither boy nor man.

"Please stand up Butler and lower your underpants for a moment." The
doctor's voice was calm yet firm and the boy obediently did as requested,
slipping the white briefs to the floor.  Standing now, facing the seated
doctor Butler held himself upright, legs slightly apart, his genitals
chilling in the air. His ball sac pulled up to his groin, emphasising the
the length of his flaccid penis with its pendulous foreskin hanging off the
end of his cock. The outline of the the head of the penis was clear but the
foreskin was certainly long and ended in a wrinkle of flesh, not unlike the
rosebud of many younger boys. Without a word to explain what he doing
Dr. Martin began to roll the testicles one at a time between his
fingers. As he did so the sac began to warm and lose its shrivelled
appearance. Simon Butler knew enough about the basics of human biology to
know that these little jewels were life giving and for many months he had
been enjoying the pleasures of releasing their cream.

Dr. Martin released the youthful ball sac from his grasp and wrote himself
a note on the boy's record before turning once more to Butler, taking the
penis by the fleshy foreskin and with two fingers and thumbs pushing down
over the glans. A frown on the doctor's face was enough to tell young Simon
that all was not well.

"How often do you pull back your foreskin and wash your penis?" enquired
Dr. Martin as he stared at the blotchy red glans and its flecks of smegma.

"I sometimes do it at bath time" replied the boy, "but not always".

"And when you go to the toilet, do you ever pull back the foreskin to
urinate?"

"No", answered Simon, "should you do that?"

"What do they teach these boys about hygiene?" thought Dr. Martin as he
considered the state of the boy's penis. The foreskin was bunched behind
the glans, looking like a choirboy's ruffled collar. Once more his hands
set up the boy cock he pulled the foreskin as far down the boy's shaft as
it would possibly exposing the mottled red and pink flesh. The inner skin
of Butler's penis looked raw, the spots of smegma and the greasiness of
spent sperm evidence of a considerable lack of cleanliness on the part of
the boy. The aroma of urine added to the unpleasantness. Leaving go of the
boy's penis Dr. Martin reached for a medical wipe. Again retracting the
foreskin as far as he could stretch it he began to wipe and clean the
filthy organ. Simon shuddered as the antiseptic tissue stung his cock.

Three tissue wipes later, Dr. Martin was satisfied that the examination
could proceed. Carefully but firmly he prised open the meatus and using the
thumb nail of his right hand pushed a fraction of the uthera to the surface
of the glans before pushing his nail against the ends of the piss slit and
examining its length. Pulling the lengthy foreskin forward he proceed to
palpitate the shaft starting at the base, working towards the glans. The
penis was perfectly normal and a few pulls up and down proved that there
was no doubt about the easy retractability Butler's foreskin. Dr. Martin
had no illusions about teenage boys and hygiene and remembered well that
many a doctor before him had circumcised babies and boys to prevent what he
had just seen. Recognising the symptons of incipient balanitis the doctor
made a note on the record and then announced to Simon Butler that in the
interests of his future health it would be advisable for him to be
circumcised as soon as possible. In the meantime he should pay daily
attention to the cleanliness of his foreskin, including pulling it back
when urinating and milking the shaft before pulling the foreskin back in
place.

Simon trembled as he stood naked before the doctor for he well knew what
circumcision was: they had heard about it in comparative religions lessons
and he had often seen what had been done to his friend James Carlton, who
had no foreskin and an ugly scar around his dick.

from Jeremy at hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk If you enjoyed this first
installment let me know. Part 2 will explore how Simon enjoyed his last few
days as cavalier and how he became a roundhead.