Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2012 10:29:57 +0100 (BST)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: City Man Clinic   part 2

RAYMOND

City Man Clinic has late appointments three times a week for those men who
can't get away from the office or wherever earlier in the day. Raymond
arrived punctually for his 5.30 appointment, coming straight from
work. Dressed immaculately in a stylish suit, shirt and tie, well groomed
and still smelling faintly of the morning's application of after-shave he
had come for a "sports physical". This is something new to English
medicine. American boys know what it is to be prodded and probed on an
annual basis from early adolescence, if they want to participate in high
school sports. Some of the more upmarket sports clubs are now demanding a
certificate of fitness before relieving their clients of hundreds of pounds
and letting them loose in the gym. An insurance measure no doubt.

After filling in the general health questionnaire with Raymond I asked him
to strip off down to his underwear for the examination. Clad now only in
brilliant white Calvin Klein briefs, which thrust his genitals upwards and
outwards, though without revealing the details of his penis and scrotum,
Raymond stepped first against the measuring scale and then onto the
weighing machine. Perfect match of height, weight and build for a
twenty-three year old. Ear, nose and throat examinations completed we
passed on to what the health club probably most wanted reassurance on:
blood pressure, heart rate and lung capacity. All perfectly normal. With
nothing irregular about his reflexes I the invited Raymond to stretch out
on the examination couch whilst I palpitated his abdomen and its organs.

Raymond was perfectly relaxed through all this and showed no signs of
swelling in the groin even as my hand approached the low waistband of his
underwear to feel around the lower abdominal muscles. Satisfied that he was
in good physical shape so far it was time to proceed with the specifically
male parts of his anatomy. I asked Raymond to get down from the couch and
remove his briefs and then stand in front of men whilst I sat to examine
his genitalia.

I was taken aback to see that his groin was a forest of pubic hair. For a
man so well groomed and attractive in so many ways it was surprising to see
that his pubis had obviously never been touched by scissors or a
razor. Outwardly all appeared to be normal. His scrotum hung loose and
low. The flaccid penis was between three and four inches, fairly thick and
uncircumcised. The foreskin protruded beyond the glans to end in a boyish
knot of skin, though the opening was clearly visible amid the wrinkled
flesh.

"I want to examine your testicles and check that all is in good order. Have
you ever had any pains or tightness in your scrotum?"

"No. I do feel them up in the shower from time to time like the way they
say you should in the health magazines."

Raymond's testicles were slightly larger than average but soft and pliable
to the touch. The spermatic cords were easily identifiable and my fingers
slipped into his groin cavity without difficulty or discomfort to him.

"I want to examine you penis now. First of all to feel for any irregularity
on the shaft and then have a look under your foreskin."

Raymond's penis felt warm in my hands as I carefully palpitated it from the
pubis towards the gland checking for any lumps or irregularities. Not
surprisingly Raymond swelled a little as the examination proceeded and I
felt that his body was beginning to tremble a little as I neared the glans
and felt my way around the hidden corona and sulcus area. With the tips of
my fingers feeling that most intimate part of a man's body my own organ
began to swell as I thought about what would be revealed when the moment
came to retract his prepuce.

Raymond was saved the embarrassment of a full erection even though he had
thickened and swelled somewhat during the examination.

"I want to retract your foreskin and examine the glans and inner skin of
the penis. Please don't worry if you continue to erect. It's quite normal
and not at all anything to be anxious about. I have to do this every day,
so it's not a problem for me." Well it was a problem of sorts, but not one
to be talked about with the patient at that moment. It is one of the great
pleasures of my job to be able to see the most secret parts of a man's body
and have the thrill, most days, of unveiling the hidden secrets of the
penis. With most of my patients being uncircumcised there is the "suspense"
of waiting to perform the retraction not knowing how tight or loose it
might be or what might be revealed under the foreskin: a pink grey, red,
purple, round, plum, bullet glans. The male body seems to come in an
infinite variety of forms.

Raymond was a disappointment in this regard. Even partially retracted he
gave off an odour of urine and it was a somewhat moist and greasy glans
which poked from his foreskin. Retracting his foreskin to the sulcus it was
evident that penile hygiene was not a daily concern for him. Spots of white
smegma were visible and the whole greyish-pink glans was damp to the
touch. Pulling the foreskin back down the shaft as far as possible was no
problem and the broad expanse of pink flesh contrasted with the dark
remainder of outer skin, now pushed up against his pubis.

"I think you should pay a little more attention to your hygiene down
here. How often do you wash under your foreskin? Do you retract, even
partially to urinate?"

Raymond replied that he sometime skinned back in the shower but not always
and that no, he usually pissed through his foreskin like most other people.

"The fact that most men with longer foreskin do that does not necessarily
make it a good thing! You do need to rinse out our foreskin every day, even
just warm water. In fact, too much soap could cause other problems. I'm
just going to wipe things clean before we continue."

Taking a couple of wet wipes I cleaned up the offending penis making sure
to get into every fold and wrinkle of the foreskin and deep into the
sulcus. Now that Raymond was free of smegma and urine I felt more
comfortable squeezing open his meatus to examine the very tender flesh
inside the slit. Given that he had presented such a dirty penis I felt it
necessary to take a sample from him. Holding his penis firmly in my left
hand I pushed a swab tip firmly into his meatus and down his uthera, even
as his body stiffened and pulled away from me.

"If there is any abnormal culture we will let you know within forty eight
hours. I'll send this off to the lab straight away."

The sudden jab of pain deflated his penis and satisfied that he had
absolutely no problems with retractability I pulled up his foreskin to its
normal position letting it gather itself into a little tassle, once more
shrouding his glans from view. "Don't forget the hygiene now. Wash down
there every day and retract your foreskin to urinate. When you have
finished, milk your penis to expel any last drops before pulling the skin
up again. It will be a lot healthier."

For the last part of the examination I asked Raymond to stand in front of
the examination couch and lean down on it explaining that I wanted to
examine his prostate gland. I presumed that he knew what I meant, though
many men do appear puzzled and wonder what is meant by the term.

Having gloved and lubricated I stretched Raymond's buttocks. He was hardly
less hairy in his cleft that he was around his genitals. Slowly but surely
I pushed my index finger through the opening of his anus and worked my way
up his rectum towards the nut sized gland. As my finger worked its ways
over the surface of the prostate I was conscious of a change in Raymond's
breathing and looking over at his face I could see that he had closed his
eyes and was pursing his lips, though i was not quite sure whether in pain,
discomfort or pleasure. I wondered to what extent his penis might be
erecting at this point in the examination. I decided that it would be worth
my while to prolong the prostate massage to the point where he might begin
to discharge some clear seminal fluid.

Raymond's prostate was perfectly normal in size, shape and texture and so
it was reasonable to believe that he would soon begin to leak seminal
fluid. Holding the cleft of his buttocks open with one hand I continued to
massage, rather firmly, the surface of the gland and move my finger around
its edges. Within moments Raymond's breathing quickened and I could feel
the pulsations of the prostate as it began to respond to the stimulation. I
did not intend to bring him to orgasm, that would come later!

Pushing a little further up his rectum I discovered that he had several
hard little pellets of fecal matter: the perfect excuse to prolong our
session with a cleansing enema. With that I pulled my finger out of
Raymond's rectum, making a mental note to have him shaved as well as
cleaned out.

"Well it's seems that everything is normal inside. I hope you did not find
the examination too uncomfortable. Do stand up and we can discuss one final
procedure."

As Raymond turned around it was obvious that he was semi-erect. The
foreskin had retracted just a little and the end of his penis glistened
with the drops of fluid which he prostate had expelled. I explained to him
that such a reaction was perfectly normal and went on to give him some
details of the function of the gland before handing him a wet wipe to clean
the end of his swollen penis.

"There is just one thing more. You seem to have some compacted fecal matter
in the rectum and I suggest that an enema is advisable. Have you ever had a
rectal enema?"

"No."

"Well many people find that it is a most refreshing experience and I
suggest that if ever you experience difficulty in evacuating your bowels
completely then it is very useful. Even in normal circumstances an enema
can help to maintain internal hygiene. If you would come through to the
next room Peter will carry out the procedure according to my directions."

I called Peter Abedi, my nursing assistant, on the intercom and asked him
to join us in the treatment room. Peter is a six feet tall, very dark black
Ghanaian, qualified in general nursing and with a family specialisation,
that of circumciser. His father, grandfather and great grandfather before
him must have excised hundreds of foreskins, generations ago of young men
and adolescents but in more recent times those of infants and children as
the tradition has become "medicalised" and initiations fallen out of
practice.

The treatment is fairly stark: white tiled with stainless steel fittings,
shower and toilet cubicles and a steel examination table above which hangs
the apparatus for procedures carrying from a simple enema to a full scale
colonic irrigation.

With Raymond laying on his side, face to the wall, Peter filled the
reservoir with an intial one pint of warm salt water, lubricated Raymond's
anus and deftly introduced the rubber hose deep into the rectum. As his
inner cavities began to fill with water Raymond started to twitch on the
table and moan softly about feeling ready to burst. Peter stood ready with
a large wad of cotton in case Raymond began to leak fluids but everything
held in place. When the reservoir was empty Peter instructed Raymond to
hold tight, and clench his buttock muscles. With the cotton pad
strategically placed in the cleft, Peter moved Raymond onto his back and
began to massage the lower abdomen slowly but firmly.

We watched with interest as Raymond's uncircumcised penis began to rise
from its forest of hair, pointing upwards towards his navel into the hands
of his "masseur". Peter's large black hand wrapped around the penis and
held it to one side as he continued his ministrations.

Eventually Peter helped Raymond down off the table, all the while
instructing him to hold tight, and led him off to the toilet cubicle where
in private he could evacuate the load from his rectum. The splashing noises
were unmistakable and when at last they had finished Peter handed Raymond a
warm water hose to rinse his anus before instructing him to come back to
the table where in a few moments he bowels were absorbing a second
irrigation, this time of two pints of fluid.

Moans this time become pleas to stop as Raymond's abdomen filled with the
cleansing fluid. Peter reached over to hold the rubber tubing firmly in
place and even push it further into the anal cavity. Raymond pleaded that
he could take no more but strong black hands held him firm. When the
reservoir had emptied Peter stuffed a cotton pad between the pale buttocks
the moment that he withdrew the enema tube. Wrapping his arms around
Raymond he turned the young man onto his stomach, increasing the awful
pressure that Raymond now felt in his innards.

Little by little Raymond accustomed himself to the warm tightness that he
felt inside him and with Peter holding one his hands for reassurance
admitted that he might want to try procedure this again. After a long wait
Peter helped Raymond off the table and once more left him in the toilet
cubicle to flush out the remains of his human waste......

Whilst Raymond was evacuating his bowels I asked Peter to keep him in the
treatment room for a public trim and to clean up the hairy growth in the
cleft of his buttocks. Armed with barbers scissors, disposable razors and a
bottle of shaving oil Peter was waiting for the unsuspecting man as he
walked slowly and still naked form the toilet cubicle. His heavily swollen
penis swung a little as he approached us and I thought how much more
impressive it would soon look, when Peter had finished his work.

"Raymond, there is just one more thing that needs to be attended to. Your
personal hygiene will be much improved if you have some of your pubic hair
trimmed and your buttocks cleaned up. Peter will attend to you straight
away."

For the third time, Raymond got up onto the table and stretched himself out
this time while Peter trimmed down the forest of pubic hair to a neat bush
and shaved the arch of the pubis down to the base of Raymond's penis which
did indeed now look all the more magnificent, once again rising to the
occasion. Turned over the table he felt the cleft of his buttocks being
smoothed with rich shaving oil before Peter skilfully drew his razor across
the flesh to remove the offending hairs. This procedure required time and
patience but within a short time the area around Raymond's anus was quite
literally as smooth as a baby's bottom.

Standing now, with his legs apart Raymond rose to full erection while Peter
rubbed in skin balm to the shaved areas and it was at that moment that the
young man reached out to Peter's groin, pushing his hand against the white
trousers, pleading "I need it, I want you. Take me." Peter Abedi's
prominent bulge I knew to contain a gigantic specimen of African penis. I
had many times slurped on that tightly circumcised snake with its dark
black crown spreading beyond the circumference of the thick shaft. To be
ripped apart by that Ghanaian monster was something I needed week after
week when the clinic had closed its doors.

Peter unbuttoned and unzipped his surgery whites and slipped down his
skimpy briefs to let his already thick penis fall between his legs. Raymond
fell to his knees and gobbled the black plum as if it were a succulent
summer fruit. In moments the five inch flaccid shaft swelled to an
impossibly thick eight inches, choking Raymond as it filled his
mouth. Peter pulled his organ from Raymond's lips and spun the young man
around to gain access to the recently washed out ass. Pushing himself
against the pale white buttocks he speared himself towards the quivering
anus opening and in one muscular jerk plunged his great black glans through
the tight pink flesh into Raymond's rectum. Pulling the young man against
him he forced his way inwards and upwards. Holding Raymond's body tightly
to his own, letting the young white professional know that there was now no
escape, he fucked the now screaming man with all the strength of his
African musculature.

Watching from the sidelines I could see the awesome black shaft moving like
a rapid piston in and out of the pale white buttocks. To my surprise
Raymond himself remained solidly erect during his torture. Many men would
have already wilted and lost all feeling in the penis whilst undergoing
such a ramming. Raymond's throbbing erection, his foreskin peeled well back
and dripping watery seminal fluid, suggested that in spite of his groans
and screams, he was enjoying every thrust. The moment that he began to
spurt ropes of semen onto the tiled floor was confirmation enough that the
man was a black cock lover and that we would probably be seeing him on a
regular basis.

Knowing how sensitive the glans of the uncircumcised can be in the moments
after ejaculation I moved in to manipulate his foreskin up and down over
the brilliant red head of his penis causing him to shudder and shake as
Peter pushed deeper for the final thrusts which would fill Raymond's rectum
with rich African man juices.......

Raymond did become a regular client, graduating from rinsing enemas to full
scale irrigations, always administered by Peter Abedi and followed by an
aggressive bout of man sex with Raymond playing the submissive male to his
African master.