Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2012 22:21:32 +0100 (BST)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Cavaliers and Roundheads 3

Recap: Tim Snowden has followed Dr. Martin's instructions to the letter and
seen to the treatment of Simon Butler's inflamed foreskin. Now he has to
face a day of PE lessons but his mind is really elsewhere.

Tim Snowden decided against wearing shorts that day and wore his loose
tracksuit bottoms over the soft cotton jock which would comfortably allow
the rise and fall of his dick.  He enjoyed the feeling of his sensitive
glans as it pressed against the jock and thought back to the times when he
had gone for days and even weeks in the state of pretend roundhead. The
experience of treating young Simon Butler had revived a hundred erotic
memories in his head.

Growing up in a small country town Tim had the first sight of what was
inside his foreskin when at the age of five the county school's medical
officer, a severe looking middle aged man, had stripped the foreskin back
during a medical examination. Having his tiny cock manipulated was an image
imprinted on his young mind. As child he worked his foreskin up and down
whenever he could. At the urinals he played the games of piss high and
watched carefully to see the variety of cocklets on display. His obsession
was the little cock of his classmate, Julien. It had no skin on the end,
just a cute little mushroom button. How Tim wanted to look like
that. Perhaps the school doctor could do something to him and make his skin
stay back forever.

Through teenage years as his cock began to grow Tim was disappointed to
see, that unlike many of his classmates, as observed in the showers after
PE, his foreskin did not seem to be getting much shorter in relation to his
cock head. Several lads by thirteen or fourteen already had a helmet which
poked to the tip or even out of it. One rugby forward, by V Form, had his
piss slit fully exposed ahead of a foreskin which slipped back of its own
accord at the slightest hint of an erection. Meanwhile Tim's childhood
anteater had become a spout which stretched and pulled itself open on
erection but still covered his helmet.

Secondary school had introduced him to the knowledge of circumcision in
detail. Julien was joined by three others who had been cut. By the time
cocks began to grow and hair sprout when the boys were in Form 2 Tim was
already wanking to frenzy, picturing in his mind the cocks of his
classmates. After months of fantasising about the question he eventually
plucked up courage to find out the details of skinless cocks and asked
Julien why he and Mark, Gerard and Philip had no foreskin. His friend
replied that he didn't really know except that it had been done do him the
year before he started primary school and that it was not a nice
experience. The only thing he could remember was that one day his mother
had seen him peeing and that as usual his little cock had swelled as his
piss filled the skin inside. A visit to the doctor had followed and a few
weeks later the hospital where he had been put to sleep and woke up in pain
and a bandage around his cock.

Neither of the boys knew the word phimosis but evidently that was what it
was. The details of this medical condition were explained a few days later
when Tim, by now excited to talk openly about about cocks and skins got
himself next to Gerard in the school toilets and asked him outright why
there was no skin on the end of his cock. Unperturbed by such forwardness,
Gerard replied that the medical exam in the last year of primary school the
doctor had tugged and pulled at his dick and said something about tight
foreskin. A subsequent referral to the family doctor had involved more
tugging and pulling but this time with a metal rod being pushed through the
tiny opening of his foreskin. This time he heard the doctor say to his
mother that it was definitely "phimosis" and that he would make a referral
to the hospital. Like Julien he could recount no details of what exactly
had happened except that after having been put to sleep he woke up feeling
strange

 and itchy with his dick in a bandage. Gerard said the worst moment was two
weeks later when he had the stitches pulled out by the nurse at the local
surgery. He was on the whole happy with the result and though he knew that
other boys sometimes stared he was content to be different.

Tim Snowden, by the age of fourteen, had become obsessed with how this skin
could be removed. Pictures in the school library's collection of National
Geographic indicated that it was fairly common in Africa but never
explained how this operation, which he now knew to be called
"circumcision", was performed.  That knowledge he only got after a visit to
the reference section of the city library where voluminous encylopaedias
gave him the details of Jewish bris, Islamic sunnet and tribal
circumcisions in darkest Africa and around the world as well as the
clinical details of circumcision in a hospital setting.

By the time he was in VI Form Tim felt he knew as much about the details of
foreskin surgery as he did about Economics and his other A level
courses. His own foreskin still refused to shrink in relation to his
knob. He envied his classmates who had had man sized bell ends poking from
the foreskin but most of all he wanted to be one of the skinless minority,
a member of that select group, exotic and distinctive in a world of
foreskins.

University days introduced to Tim to a wider world where foreskin and
circumcision could be more freely talked or joked about: not least when
someone like Smithers, a fellow athlete, managed to tear his foreskin in an
enthusiastic night with his girlfriend. "Smi" returned from University
Hospital walking gingerly after an emergency circumcision and was absent
from the gym for several weeks. As a PE/General Studies student he was in
the communal showers several times a week, not just with English lads but
with a multi-national gathering of students who had come to London for
their studies. Here he could discreetly study the Asian and African cocks
of his teenage fantasies.

In the third term of his second year Tim was selected for an American
college exchange. A student from Freedom College, Chicago would take his
place in hall in London and follow a term of English university education
whilst he would be enrolled in a liberal arts programme and be allocated to
a dorm on the Chicago campus.

Arriving at Freedom College Tim Snowden was assigned to bunk in Lakes Dorm
with a certain Joe Santucci. Joe was an easy going Politics major who
opened the door to his visitor wrapped only in a bath towel, his dark thick
hair still wet from the shower. After the polite pleasantries Tim presumed
that his host would quickly go to dress. But no, Joe stretched out on his
lounger, towel loose around his middle giving a wonderful display of firm
dark thighs and a muscled chest, distinguished with dark brown aureoles and
firm tits. Tim trying to sit sedately on a chair opposite Joe, made the
expected small talk about London, the journey, the thrill of seeing America
for the first time and so on. His mind however, was really on the cock and
balls which formed a slight mound under Joe's towel. Was Joe circumcised?
If so how deep was his scar ? Did he have that dark brown cut line that Tim
had seen so often in imported wank mags. His own cock rose as he thought

 about the possibilities.

The apartment had one double bedroom and late that evening the two new
room-mates decided to call it a day having downed pizzas and beers. Tim
went in first and stripped to his boxers to lay on the bed, wondering if he
could get a glimpse of Italian American cock when Joe came in to join
him. The temptation to caress his cock and balls as he did so was too much
to resist, and so it was that when Joe did enter Tim had a hard on ready
and waiting. Joe stripped off in a few moments leaving his jeans and top on
the floor turning to Tim clad only in classic white briefs which bulged
prominently above his muscular thighs and below an athlete's abdomen.

"You go to sleep in underwear? Don't mind me, I hope you won't be put
out. I prefer to go natural. Chicago nights can get sticky", Joe announced
as he lowered his briefs and tossed them towards the jeans giving Tim a
full on view of his sizeable cock. Pretending to be nonchalant about the
matter Tim replied that he had no problems, which was not quite true.

Joe Santucci was a pin up poster boy of American youth. His thick brownish
cock hung a good four to five inches, radically circumcised it had a
classic Gomco scar line almost half way down and was topped by a plum sized
helmet. Tim was ready to cum just looking at it. When Joe turned to lay on
his bed, displaying firm muscular buttocks Tim had to pretend to be ready
for sleep by turning on his side so as not display his excitement. Half an
hour later neither of the boys was asleep though Tim was drowsily stroking
himself through the cotton boxers. It must have been the slight movement of
his arm which prompted Joe to ask rather suggestively "You want some help
with that?"

Without a word Tim turned to face his room-mate, got up, lowered his boxers
and moved over to Joe's bed. Nothing needed to be said. The silence was
electric: Joe stared at the six inch foreskin covered cock whilst reaching
down to his own organ to give it a tug.

"Uncut Brit" he said to himself as he reached out to unveil the sticky
knob, slowly drawing back the foreskin of Tim's throbbing cock. "You guys
don't circumcise, do you?" he commented, "you might be good for some trade
here in cut cock land". Joe was not quite sure if he was gay or
bi-sexual. At twenty one still has the freedom to experiment and here was a
perfect specimen of English manhood to try out.  "Gomco'ed" at birth, Joe
had something of a fetish for foreskin just as Tim had tortured himself
about the pains and thrills of circumcision. They were made for each other.

That night, blow jobs and deep fucks exhausted the two of them. How many
times did Joe's tongue lap its way into Tim's foreskin, suck it down, flick
at the frenum and tease the piss slit to the point of orgasm ? How often
did Tim caress the plum helmet of his host and lick around the scar line of
the circumcision ? Both were ass virgins but before mid-night struck from
the campus bell tower Joe had plunged his thick seven inches into Tim's
tight English hole, driving at it like a piston, occasionally pulling out
to give his new friend the benefit of the thrill as his massive helmet
punctured once more the bud of his ass. For Tim with his slightly smaller
cock his first fuck brought them both new sensations. The foreskin was long
enough to cover the hard bell end and it was eased back by the lips of
Joe's ass only as it pushed its way in. At first it was like being wanked
by a third hand but eventually as Tim's cock got into a rhythm it peeled

 back down his shaft and he had the first time pleasure of cockhead gliding
in and out Joe's tight ass.

If the first night was anything to go by then Tim's stay in America was
certainly going to be memorable. In fact it only increased his frustration
about his uncut status.  Day after day, showering at the sports facility
and night after night enjoying the delights of Joe Santucci , Tim Snowden
was confronted with the problem of how he might one day manage to get
himself circumcised, coming as he did from a place where only Jews, Muslims
and boys with problems were put under the knife.

Returning to his college in London for the third of four years on a B.Ed
course Tim decided that the best option would be an appointment at the
Student Medical Centre. Sitting in front of a youthful looking but middle
aged doctor he hesitatingly said that he had problems "down there". His
foreskin was always damp, smegma built up too quickly and should not his
foreskin be shorter than it was at the age of twenty one.  Why did it still
cover his glans when erect. Should he be considered for a circumcision?

"Perhaps we should have a look. Just jump up on the exam table and lower
your trousers and underpants." instructed the medic.

Tim was too nervous about the situation to get the slightest hint of an
erection and lay there somewhat tense as the doctor lifted his four inch
penis with its spout of foreskin and considered from several angles before
gently gliding back the offending prepuce: first to the corona and then
well back beyond the sulcus to expose the pink inner skin. There were a
couple of flakes of smegma but nothing that caused the medic
concern. Explaining to Tim that penises came in all shapes and sizes (as if
the student did not know that already) he said that retractability did not
seem to be a problem and proved it by pulling and pushing the skin
backwards and forwards over the glans several times. Now this was enough to
produce the feared erection and Tim closed his eyes in shame as the doctor
watched his organ rise to its full six inches. True to form the glans was
mostly covered by the skin. The College doctor very gently pulled it back
to reveal the trobbing

 glans and then satisfied that it could be replaced, even in stiff erection
suggested that Tim pull up his pants and return to the desk for a few
moments.

"Mr. Snowden I should tell you that there is absolutely nothing amiss with
your penis, including the foreskin. It is perfectly normal and all you need
to do is pay daily attention to hygiene."

Tim's erection was quickly diminishing as the doctor continued,
"Circumcision is a medical procedure, not be entered upon lightly and to be
truthful only in cases of absolute medical necessity. The Health Service
does not provide unnecessary surgery as would be the case here. Please do
not worry yourself needlessly. You are a perfectly, normally developed
young man.

Tim rather embarrassed now by the whole situation thanked the doctor for
his time and advice and sheepishly made his way out of the consulting room,
hoping that he would not have to face the man again. The doctor must have
thought him terribly naive or stupid to have made such an appointment. At
the same time he had far too fearful to talk about his secret passion and
plead with a reluctant medic for the surgery. What would the doctor have
thought about such a perversion. He would probably have finished up being
sent to a shrink!

This it was that Tim Snowden went through the rest of his college career
entertaining fantasies and enjoying the occasional one night stands,
preferably with Africans, Turks and Pakistanis, the most likely ones to
have been through what he so desired. His favourite trick was a nineteen
year old Turk, Kemal, who willingly and graphically would tell the story of
his sunnet, held down by paternal uncles, as his foreskin was sliced. Tim
was always leaking pre-cum before they ploughed each other to the hilt,
Kemal wanking Tim's foreskin to the limit as they did so.

After graduation Tim had the good fortune to land his first appointment,
Highdown Preparatory, thanks to an old uncle who had known the Headmaster,
since their own days together at University. A word in the right place was
the least he could do,knowing that Tim had no real desire to end up in some
wretched inner city comprehensive with scrofulous and delinquent
teenagers. No Highdown would be fine. Small classes, genteel atmosphere and
a reasonable academic reputation.

Tim Snowden was now almost at the end of his second year and whilst he had
kept his hands to himself, at least as far as the boys were concerned he
had spent too many hours dreaming about their cocks and cocklets, the cut
and the uncut. Now he had this wretched torture of twice daily attending to
Butler.

The days of treatment for Butler were at last working and the last spots of
inflamed redness had disappeared from the inside of his foreskin and little
pink head. Butler himself was getting increasingly anxious about what lay
ahead. Knowing that the coming Friday was his scheduled for his surgery he
determined that he should enjoy the thrills of his pullover for one last
time before his life would be changed. On Thursday afternoon, before seeing
Mr. Snowden for the last time Simon sought out Nelson Ajubu, on the pretext
of going over some Maths prep.

For the second time in less than two weeks Simon was in School Wood with
his pants around his knees, this time massaging the crotch of the handsome
Nigerian, who by everyone's agreement had the largest cock in the
class. Taking hold of Nelson's hand he placed it on his own dick giving
Nelson the hint to wank him slowly. The African, who had never known what
it was to have a foreskin was perhaps an expert at this, for he sensed the
possibilities of retraction: quick, quick, slow, quick, helmet just exposed
followed by a firm skinning far down the shaft. Simon's long and flexible
foreskin offered infinite variations on the up down mechanics of a wank.
In response Simon fingered, rubbed and massaged the firm purple black
helmet of his class mate, running his finger around the edge of the crown
and then underneath it exploring the place where foreskin had once been
joined to the cock.  Unlike with James, there was no ugly scar to kiss
better, this

 was a perfect cock, as if the boy had been born without a foreskin.

Pausing for a few moments Simon said "Do you think the doctor will make my
dick like yours. I can't bear the thought of it looking like
Carlton's. He's my friend and all that but his cut is so ugly, it's almost
as awful as Faizabad's. They both look as if they've been tortured."

"Don't worry. I'm sure he will make you look beautiful. I imagine he knows
how to sculpt a work of art. My up country cousins had a traditional
initiation last year when I was home for the vacation. You really would
think it was torture: no hospital, no doctor, just an old man with a knife
but their dicks are perfect, almost like mine! Really you mustn't
worry. You'll be a special man afterwards."

Somewhat reassured Simon returned to business and lowering his blond head
to the dark black groin, opened his lips to take the heavy purple black
plum into his mouth. Nelson though enjoying their playtime, was not at that
moment completely stiff but as Simon's tongue careesed his helmet his solid
African cock rose to its greatest, its glans swelling up so much wider than
the already thick shaft. Simon could take not much of it into his mouth,
but enthusiastically his began to work the black cock in and out through
his lips and even dared to tongue the broad piss slit.

Such attentions encouraged Nelson to reciprocate.  He once again began his
variations of skinning Simon's foreskin up and down and even stretched it
out far enough to insert a finger towards the leaking piss slit and massage
the reddish head with the silvery pre-cum before vigorously wanking the
long skin as far as it would stretch.

Teenage spunk was now not slow in pumping its way out of their tight ball
sacs. Simon, ultra sensitive as always came first but not without Nelson
being able to quickly draw up the foreskin and trap the creamy spunk inside
the soon to be excised foreskin. As he himself shot his African juice over
Simon's lips, he slowly released the cum swollen foreskin and let the cream
trickly onto his dark hand.



In the next episode, Simon is once again with Dr Martin. Tim Snowden
unburdens himself to Dr. Martin and some relief is promised.  All of this
is pure fiction, any resemblance to real life characters is accidental
except for Tim Snowden himself, whose experience of foreskin and
circumcision is not unlike to my own. No, I am not a PE teacher!  Jeremy.