Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2012 20:40:20 +0000 (GMT)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Cavaliers and Roundheads 2

By around 4.30 in the afternoon Dr. Snowden had examined all the boys who
would soon be leaving Highdown. All that remained now was to arrange the
follow ups and as he sat at the desk his mind wandered back to post medical
school days when he had been a young volunteer in a Kenyan bush clinic. For
a small monthly stipend he worked six days a week and was on call for
emergencies on the seventh. The long term advantage was of course that
having been thrown in at the deep end of general medicine and even surgery,
he would come back to England with skills not usually gained in suburban
general practice. African skin diseases, the complications of malaria, the
outbreaks of typhoid and the awfulness of gynecology in the bush, bone
setting, animal bite wounds and intestinal worm complaints were his meat
and drink. It was the alternative to traditional bush initiation which
however helped him to develop a skill which would years later prove to
useful in a country where removal of the foreskin was increasingly frowned
upon by the medical profession, and where surprisingly there was both need
and demand.

Kenya for all that it had developed and adopted so many western habits was
still in the late twentieth century a place where tradition held sway among
the tibes regarding the question of initiation. The Masai still expected
their teenagers to kill a lion before being operated on in a most unusual
manner which left a lump of foreskin hanging down below the glans; the
Samburu still organised weeks of dancing, food and music around the days of
foreskin cutting. Dr. Martin had been assigned to Kikuyuland to the north
and west of Nairobi, out in the Great Rift Valley. Whilst there were towns
with hospitals and maternity clinics dotted around the countryside it was
unthinkable that any outsider should suggest clean and hygienic
circumcision in the days after the birth of a new baby boy. Likewise, no
matter how much a boy's foreskin might balloon on urination or itch or
swell with boyish infections it would have to wait until teenage years to
be excised.  No doctor Kenyan or foreigner would dare to circumcise a boy
before his uncle decreed him ready for initiation.

There were however, families who were beginning to revolt against the full
blooded ceremonies. Whilst they were willing to spend money on beer, roast
goats and even a full cow for the celebrations, some uncles and fathers
were beginning to feel that the cleanliness of a doctor's surgery was
preferable to the dirty compounds of the villages.

Dr. Martin had been in Kituri since March and was informed of the upcoming
circumcision season in June only a few days before it was due to begin. The
native male medical assistant, Nalondu, let him know that soon there might
one or two boys every few days coming for the cut, accompanied by sponsors
and supporters. Nalondu explained that for reasons of pride and tradition
most of the boys would be cut without painkillers and that the wounds were
to be left unstitched (a suture line would surely be a cause of shame for
youths in the years to come). However, he did admit that some elders would
allow their boys to have a dose of novocaine to dull the pain if they
feared a struggle might ensue or the boy was too nervous or timid. The myth
of African bravery was exaggerated. Though nobody should know that!

With this reverie threatening to carry Dr. Martin away he refocused his
thoughts on the matter in hand. Follow ups. Highdown did not have a
resident Matron: traditionally the PE Master had to take care of minor
injuries, aches and pains, bloodied noses and so on. First Aid qualified or
not he learned the job on the job. Dr. Martin picked up the surgery phone
and called across to the main school to ask that Mr. Snowden kindly come to
see him in the San. Ten minutes later Tim Snowden, clad in running vest and
shorts appeared and having apologised for not having changed sat himself
down at the side of the desk giving the Doctor a full view of his muscular
thighs and jock, clearly visible through the thin nylon.

"Mr. Snowden. I have finished the examination of the boys of Form Five and
I'm afraid that as usual I have to load on you some of the results. This is
your second year here, is it not? Bit more complicated this time but I am
sure you will manage. Fothersgill, Masterson and Smyth have all got
wretched athletes foot. Here are three tubes of zinc and sulphur
cream. Would you keep hold of them and call the boys twice a day to apply
the cream, and make sure they have washed their feet beforehand. Perhaps
you might ask the Bursar to supply some new cotton socks for them. I have
frozen off two warts from the left hand of Nightingale. Keep on eye on him
and if there is any sign of re-appearance, let me know. Now for the awkward
ones: there are two boys who need to be circumcised. Butler has the
beginnings of what appears to be balanitis and the state of his hygiene
suggests to me that he will be better off without his foreskin."

As Dr Martin spoke Tim Snowden flushed a little and began to feel the
beating of his heart in time with a trobbing which began to infalte his
penis, threatening to lift his jock against the nylon shorts. He ever so
slightly tried to reposition himself on the chair so as not to make his
excitement so visible. But the very mention of the words foreskin and
circumcision had had an effect on him for many years now and his mind went
into overdrive wondering just how he could be concerned with Butler and
whoever else was to be cut.

Handing over a fourth tube Dr Martin continued, "This is antibacterial
cream for Butler. He cannot be operated on with his foreskin
inflamed. Kindly arrange to see him morning and evening to apply it. The
foreskin must be retracted to its fullest extent and the cream applied to
both the glans and shaft. The inflammation should clear up with five or six
days. Remind the boy to wash his penis with water and no soap and do make
him understand the importance of pulling back his skin when he goes to the
toilet: the presence of urine under his prepuce will only make matters
worse."

By now Tim Snowden was on the verge of orgasm. He could feel his cock
leaking into the cotton jock and whatever position he sat in there was no
way in which Dr. Martin could be oblivious to his excitement. How often had
he wanted to see the boys performing their intimate hygiene in the showers
and see those foreskins being tugged and pulled. This would be going into
fantasy land for real.

"The second boy is Hammond." continued Dr. Martin, "poor thing has a rather
tight phimosis which refuses to be dilated. There are no adhesions, I have
been able to probe all around glans but his foreskin shows no signs of
retraction beyond the meatus. There's nothing for you to have to worry
about but I would like you to be here in ten days. I will come back a week
on Friday to perform the circumcisions myself and would be grateful if you
could be present. You can give the boys moral support and be my assistant,
given that we have no matron on hand. I hope you don't mind this extra
responsibility but needs must, good chap."

Tim breathed deeply, and as a small stain began to appear on his running
shorts had to stop himself throwing down the tubes of ointments in order to
caress his rampant cock, straining as is was in the jock. Perhaps he could
get up with some modesty preserved. But he doubted it and then his shame
would be revealed.

"If there's nothing more Doctor, I had better be getting back to the
school."

"No that's about it for the moment. Don't hesitate to call me if there are
any problems"

Tim managed to turn quickly as he rose from the chair, the dampness of
pre-cum cooling his groin. Within minutes he was back in his locked office,
naked on the massage table, his cock stiff in the cool air. Caressing his
nipples with one hand and massaging his foreskin with the other he went
into flights of fantasy about how the next few days would proceed. Digging
his nails into the sensitive right nipple whilst torturing his foreskin
with the sharp nails of his right thumb and fore finger he quickly brought
himself to a spurting climax which sprayed his cum towards his navel.

Meanwhile, young Simon Butler, walking with his friend in School Wood, was
recounting his ordeal to James Carlton . In the hour between afternoon tea
and evening prep he wanted nothing more than to have his friend toss him
off and make him forget the pain he was soon to undergo. As they sat
beneath a beech tree and Simon recounted how the doctor had fingered him so
intimately, Carlton began to get stiff inside his tight grey pants
remembering his own unfortunate experience when pleasure mixed with pain a
few years ago, just before his arrival at Highdown. His own circumcision
had been on the advice of an aunt who had caught him playing with himself
during a visit to his cousin.

Reaching over to Simon, James began to rub the crotch of his friend before
undoing the zipper and working his fingers through the loosely fitting
underpants grasped the thick youthful cock inside. Remembering the pleasure
of a foreskin he worked a finger into the opening and began to rub the piss
slit which soon produced a slippery secretion. Simon reciprocated and began
to undo James' trousers to free his friends cock from its bondage. Within
seconds they were both naked from the waist enjoying the delights of mutual
wanking, the four inch cocks throbbing in the cool evening air. Simon, as
always repelled and fascinated by the mutilated shaft of his friend decided
that the time had come to "kiss it better". Leaning over he let his hand
fall from the circumcised cocklet and took it in his mouth. Wrapping his
lips around the edge of the head he began to tongue the piss slit before
working his way down to the spot where there had once been the
string. Taking the circumcised cock further into his mouth he licked around
the lumpy uneven scar, sensing the mounds left by the stitches.

Young James increased the speed the of his up and down hand bring Simon's
foreskin to the hilt and back again, then slowed to leave the end exposed
while he rubbed the leaking piss slit. Soon again he began a slow but
rhythmic retraction, pulling and pushing until the cock began to throb with
the announcement of a climax. How wonderful for them to come together!
Simon shook as white cream shot out into James' hand and a moment later
James disgorged his teenage load into the mouth of his wanking companion.

................The next morning whilst cereal bowls and breakfast plates
were being cleared away, the Deputy Master called for silence and after
giving notice of the day's activities ordered Butler, Fothersgill,
Masterson and Smyth to report to Mr. Snowden's office at 8.15.  The four
dutifully lined up, as always in alphabetical order where school was
concerned. And yet it was Fothersgill who was called in first followed by
his fellow sufferers of the athletes foot, just to have the insides of
their toes anointed by the PE Master.

"Why leave me. I'm nearly always first for everything and anyway what's is
for?" thought Simon as he watched his classmates go in and out of the
office in quick succession.

"Butler, come in" Mr. Snowden called through the open door as Smyth
exited. "Please sit down for a moment", pointing to the desk side pupil
chair.  "Dr. Martin has told me about your little problem and for the next
few days you are to come here twice a day to have a medication applied to
your penis. Please do not be frightened or embarrassed. This problem could
happen to anyone and certainly has happened to others before you." As Tim
spoke he tried to think of this as a serious medical matter, hoping that he
would be able to contain himself in the forthcoming circumcising
circumstances.

"Now, young Butler would be so kind as to stand up and lower your pants for
a moment." Simon did as he was told and stood with his organ dangling
before the PE Master, who without a word, reached forward and pulled back
the foreskin to the edge of the gland before gently pulling it back as far
as he could get it to go.  Letting go he turned to the desk and squeezed a
dab of the antibacterial paste onto the first finger of his right hand.
This time he used his left hand to retract the foreskin which had
immediately returned to its collar ruff behind the cock head and with his
right began to massage the cold ointment into the delicate skin of the
exposed shaft and cockhead. Satisfied that all had been covered by the
white cream he quickly pulled the foreskin forward to its normal position.

Fear alone had kept Simon from erecting during the procedure. The coldness
of the ointment had probably played its part as well. This was not the case
with his teacher, who had sensibly taken the precaution of wearing his
tightest jock and loosest track bottoms. Despite the fact that he was
already leaking into the athletic cotton, there was nothing that could be
seen by another.

"OK Butler, that's it for now. Pull up your trousers. You can come back
after supper this evening. Now, don't forget, when you go to the toilet,
pull back you foreskin and uncover your gland while you take a pee. And
when you've finished, milk your penis to get rid of any drops before your
put your foreskin back to its normal position. We don't want you washing
away this expensive medication" he tried to joke, with a wry smile and
uplifted voice.

Simon Butler out of the office, the door was locked and Tim Snowden applied
himself to the urgent matter in hand, quite literally. Within a moment he
was on the massage couch, cock in hand, thrashing his own foreskin up and
down the seven inch shaft. Having quickly released himself he decided that
for today he might once again imitate his circumcised classmates of
yesteryear by leaving his own foreskin retracted behind the mushroom shaped
head of his cock. The jock would surely help to keep it back and leave his
helmet exposed to the smooth cotton of the athletic support.

The story can continue next week. Jeremy