Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2012 15:13:44 +0000 (GMT)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: City Man Clinic  part 5

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All characters in these stories are fictional and no resemblance to real
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The City Man Clinic is becoming well known for its work and recently I took
a phone call from the headmaster of a small private school for boys in the
southern suburbs of the city. He wanted his senior sports teams to be
checked out and rather than send the boys across town to see me, invited me
to some out to the school. The headmaster assured me that the medical
treatment room would be available and that the PE master would be free to
lend a hand with the organisation of the inspections. I took my nurse,
Peter Adebi along, knowing that he would enjoy measuring and weighing a
couple of dozen naked teenage boys, as well as holding them steady, should
any become agitated during the more intimate parts of the medical
examinations.

Whilst I sat at the desk doing the paperwork, Peter asked each boy as he
entered to strip off completely before being weighed and measured. Peter, a
muscular, six foot, very dark Ghanaian always manages to hold himself as
close as possible to the patient facing him as he brings down the measuring
scale to the scalp or adjusts the weights on the balance and so it was not
surprising that more than one boy found his genitals being brushed by
Peter's white nursing jacket or even his straying hand.  More than one boy
responded to the touch, penis swelling and lengthening while Peter did his
calculations of BMI.

Ear, nose and throat examinations were the first things to be attended to
by me, followed by checks for the heart, lungs and abdominal organs.
Reflexes and examination of the feet, checking for athletes foot and skin
infections were quickly dealt with before we proceeded to the genitals and
rectum.

With the boys naked from the start of the examination they probably
understood that their precious pieces would be handled before the
inspection was over.  The intimacy of the touches to the lower abdomen
produced the beginnings of an erection in more than one young man,
especially if I let my hand linger on the spot or brush slowly over the
penis whilst reaching for the pubis. I prefer to remain seated while
conducting genital examinations. There is something vulnerable about a man
standing legs slightly apart with his manly equipment hanging in front of
me. A standing position is anyway much preferable for the examination of
the scrotum and its contents. Only if serious foreskin problems are present
do I ask a patient to lie down whilst Peter and I work on the recalcitrant
prepuce. Likewise for the prostate examination, I prefer to have a boy-man
bend over holding on to the examination couch of chair whilst I finger my
way up his back passage.

Here are some of the highlights of the first afternoon at Park Range
School.

Robin was the third boy to be examined. At sixteen years of age and a
regular member of the rugby team he already had a muscular torso and
appeared to be in peak condition. Few adolescent boys have the habit of
shaving their pubic hair and Robin was no exception. His scrotum was
positively furry to the touch and it held two large egg shaped balls which
nested comfortably in my warm hands as I began the genital
examination. Slowly and carefully I felt through the scrotal skin using my
thumb and two fingers, examining the orbs for any lumps or abnormalities. I
prodded gently along the length of each seminal tube and gradually worked
my digit up into Robin's groin. He tensed for a moment as my finger entered
the abdominal space and gasped as I poked inwards to the furthest extent
possible. Already his impressive penis was beginning to swell with
anticipation.

Robin was one of those boys on whom puberty had showered its favours
liberally. His penis hung at a good four inches flaccid, thick in the shaft
and with a foreskin that had shrunk or a glans that had developed to the
point where the head of his penis was slightly visible beyond the forward
edge of his smooth prepuce. Anxious to see what might be the result, I
lingered in the scrotal examination fingering the underside of his sac
whilst his penis continued to rise in front of me.

As I hoped and half expected, the foreskin stretched and pulled itself back
as the mighty glans swelled and the shaft thickened. In a few moments six
to seven inches of solid manhood pointed itself towards me, the glans
shining a deep red and the meatus proudly widening in anticipation of
leakage which would surely come. Saying nothing in reaction to the display
I began to palpitate the shaft of the penis from the base upwards towards
the heavy, glistening glans which began to drip watery, milky seminal fluid
as I did so.

"You have a healthy normal reaction Robin, don't be embarrassed. It happens
to lots of men during an examination." Robin blushed at my words but his
penis continued to leak its pearly drops to the floor. Having worked my
fingers towards to the tip of Robin's penis I took hold firmly of the skin
which had lodged itself behind his swollen glans and eased it back down the
shaft to reveal the delicate pink flesh of his inner foreskin and the
surface of the shaft. The smooth skin was tractable for several centimetres
and revealed a large surface of tender flesh, perfectly clean and
odourless. Despite the hardness of the solid penis the foreskin was easy to
run up and down a few times before I allowed it to come to rest in a normal
position behind the glans.

With Robin's erection throbbing before me, leaking its fluids, I invited
him to lean forwards and place his hands on the desk whilst I preformed a
brief rectal and prostate examination. I explained what the procedure
involved and asked Peter Adebi to help to position him correctly. Peter's
strong hands pushed Robin's legs just slightly further apart and then
gently pulled his mid section a little more outwards, his hand lingering a
while on the now hot pubis. Having lubricated a gloved finger I slowly
massaged the delicate dark brown flesh of the anus, almost teasing Robin
with my touch. The flesh began to open and in slipped the first section of
my finger. I felt the tightness of the anal muscle clasp itself around the
invading digit and asked Robin to push down as if evacuating his bowels. In
a moment my finger slid in I and reached the surface of the hidden gland.

Peter Adebi still had his hand pressed tightly against Robin's pubis and
was whispering words of encouragement to the youth as I started to massage
around the prostate. Robin's deep breathing turned to moaning as the
intensity of new feelings deep inside him began to produce a natural
reaction. I reached around with my left hand to feel his penis and felt it
throbbing in anticipation of release. Fingering the glans I felt it
drenched with slippery fluid and knew that the moment of ejaculation was
not far off.

"Peter, would you please help Robin whilst I conclude the examination?"

Peter Adebi's firm hand wrapped itself around Robin's penis and began to
masturbate it firmly and expertly whilst I applied further pressure to the
prostate and worked my finger deep into the recesses of Robin's tight
rectum. In no time at all Peter's hand was drenched by a stream of
adolescent ejaculation, accompanied by the most satisfying moans I could
hope to hear.......



Justin was a slender young man from the Lower Sixth. A member of the soccer
team, he was in fine physical shape and presented no problems apart from
one. His penis dangled in front of me as I performed the scrotal
examination, its lengthy foreskin fully covering the glans and protruding
some distance beyond to end in a narrow point. When I attempted to retract
it proved to be remarkably resistant and I was unable to get anywhere near
to uncovering the glans. As I pulled down on the tight skin Justin jerked
backwards from me and that was the signal to have him lie down on the
examination couch for a more thorough attempt at retraction.

"Justin, have you ever been able to pull back your foreskin"

""No it hurts too much"

"Are you able to masturbate without pain?"

"Oh yes. I rub it up and down and I rub the gland through the skin and that
makes me cum OK".........."One of my mates told me that one day it will
loosen up and slip back like his does."

"Well you could have some serious hygiene problems if you can't retract and
clean inside your foreskin. Does it balloon when you urinate?"

"Not usually but sometimes I hold the end tight and let it fill up to wash
out that stuff that's in there."

"OK Justin. I'm going to try and see if there is anything stuck inside. I'm
going to slide in a very thin metal rod and work it around between your
foreskin and glans. It might feel a bit uncomfortable but hold on in there
for a few moments while we see what's wrong."

Peter stood at the top end of the table and placed his hands gently on
Justin's shoulders, ready to press down if the boy began to struggle
against the intrusion into his foreskin.  Having lubricated a fine guage
sound I picked up the flaccid organ and tried to pull open the tiny opening
at the end of the foreskin as I slid the probe into the tight tube of
flesh. Pushing the probe downwards, I eventually hit the tip of the
glans. I worked the metal rod upwards to test the tightness and fit of the
prepuce. There was no give in the flesh and so I continued to work the
probe further down towards the sulcus and beyond. Remarkably the metal rod
was able to journey down to the point where the foreskin joined the shaft,
a good inch or so below the glans.

The round line of the sound was clearly visible under the tight foreskin
and had met no obstacle. Slowly, I withdrew the metal rod and let Justin's
penis fall between his legs whilst I added some more lubricant to the
probe.

"Hold on in there Justin. I'm going to do the same thing again on the
underside of your penis. It might me a bit more sensitive but I won't hurt
you."

Peter pressed down a little on the pale shoulders as I picked up the penis
by the foreskin and pushed the rod into the ting hole aiming this time for
the areas on each side of the frenum. When the metal pushed against the
sensitive band of skin Justin yelped and Peter's large hands pushed
downwards to hold Justin steady, knowing that I would have to work the rod
at several angles around the delicate place where foreskin meets glans.

Justin's body tensed and he breathed in and out quickly as the cold metal
pushed its way into the areas right and left of the frenum. It was a tight
squeeze in there but there was no evidence of adhesions as I began to sweep
the probe around to the front of the glans, twice and then tree times.

Having determined that Justin's foreskin was nowhere stuck to his glans or
shaft I withdrew the probe and gently massaged his protruding foreskin
trying to work even just the tip of my finger into the tiny
aperture. Justin's penis began to rise and stiffen in my hand.

 Long and slender in repose it began to swell gigantically, the shaft
becoming massively thick as its length grew by inches. Beneath the now
tightly stretched foreskin a heavy plum shaped glans became almost visible
through the thin covering of pink flesh. The pointed trunk of prepuce had
shrunk to nothing but a miniature lip of red skin at the tip of the hidden
crown.

I knew that it was hopeless to try and pull back the foreskin, it would
have caused unbearable pain for the poor boy. As I held the swollen organ
in my hand it began to leak seminal fluid which gathered like a puddle in
the lip of foreskin and dripped to the floor. On pretext of examining the
movement of skin on the shaft below the glans I slowly massaged the shaft
and in a moment Justin spurted his boyish load over my hand.

I left Peter Adebi to clean up Justin's groin and occupied myself with
writing up the note which would be sent to his parents inviting them to
send him to City Man Clinic for minor surgery, that is a circumcision
necessitated by severe phimosis. With the school half term coming up I
expected to be able to perform the surgery within the month.

The final pupil to be examined on our first visit to Park Range was a
stunningly handsome boy from west Africa, a Ghanaian, a fellow countryman
of my nurse, Peter Adebi.  The moment Julius entered the medical inspection
room I knew that the day would not end without a display of raw black
action. His loose fitting school trousers bulged impressively and as he
undressed the strength of his physique became plainly obvious: chest,
thighs, abdomen and arms all testified to his love of the gym and hours
spent in the fitness room. Naked and facing Peter, with his back against
the measuring chart and then on the scales he obviously appreciated the
gentle brushes of Peter's jacket and hand against his body. The swelling of
an already impressive penis caused my own to twitch as I imagined what
pleasures might await us.

The routine parts of the examination were quickly concluded, impatient as I
was to to get my hands on the magnificent genitals which only an African
boy could possess at the age of seventeen.  Julius stood in front of me,
legs apart his thick five inches of flaccid penis hanging heavily over a
tightly contracted scrotum. His organ was a monument to the skill of the
circumciser: the thick shaft tapered at the site of the cut, though no scar
was visible. It was as if the top section of his shaft had been chiselled
away leading up to the enormous black mushroom whose edge protruded
extensively in each direction. Lifting the penis for a preliminary
appraisal I could see that the frenum had been completely excised leaving
Julius with a deep valley between the split crown of his penis and the
shaft.

It took me some time to examine the tightly packed scrotum and as I cupped
and manipulated it in my warm hand in order to be better able to examine
each testicle. Already Julius began to show an incipient erection as his
organ swelled adding thickness to thickness. He flinched a little when my
finger found its way up into his groin, via the top of the scrotum and I
lingered a little longer than usual to feel my way around the muscular
interior. The reaction was instantaneous. His penis arched upwards and
hardened to a full eight inches of black magic.

It took only a cursory palpitation of the shaft, checking for any
irregularities for Julius to produce the first drops of clear seminal fluid
from his reservoir of juices. The deep and wide meatus opened its lips to
discharge the already creamy liquid. Taking a sterile wipe I cleaned away
the drops and squeezed the glans to milk it dry in order to examine closely
the inner surface of the meatus. Again, Julius flinched as my finger nail
spread the precious lips apart to expose the delicate purple black tissue
of his urethra. As always, Peter was on hand to steady the patient, which
in this case involved not only holding the handsome Julius by the hips but
pressing his groin against the buttocks of the virile teenager.

Holding firmly onto Julius, Peter ground himself into the muscular black
thighs and buttocks and was ready to dry hump the boy when I suggested that
we proceed with the prostate examination. Peter Adebi position Julius
against the desk and I began the journey deep into the young man's rectum
to locate the important man gland.

Julius' rectum accommodated my finger without any difficulty. I slipped
through the anal ring in a moment and Julius immediately began to push down
on my digit as if his muscles were accustomed to such intrusions. By the
time I had reached his prostate the young man was beginning to arch himself
backwards onto me, as if to deepen the sensations of the examination. Peter
Adebi was not oblivious to the excitement that his fellow country man was
exhibiting and without hesitation moved his hands from the muscular black
hip and abdomen to the now freely dripping penis.

Julius whispered something in Peter's ear. My nurse responded by unzipping
his trousers and hauling out his own thick inches of thick circumcised
African penis. There was no reason now to continue my examination of Julius
and I moved away from the couple who were now massaging each others
genitals: one perfectly naked adolescent and one black nurse dressed in
whites with an erection poking from his trousers in imitation of a
Mapplethrorpe photo shoot. Rubbing at my own swelling penis I watched as
Peter loosened his pants to let them fall, moving himself into position
behind Julius as he did so.

Peter's five or six inch flaccid organ rapidly swelled to its eight and
something inches, a baton of thick, veined and circumcised flesh which he
pushed up to the waiting anus ring, sliding in as easily as my finger had
done so. Peter rode Julius with all the power and force of a warrior,
encouraged by the groans and pleas of his partner.

Watching from the sidelines I could not resist the temptation to become a
part of the vigorous action unfolding before me. Loosening my own pants I
freed my penis from its cotton prison and stroked at it whilst going to my
knees in front of the African boy. Taking the mushroom dome of his penis
between my lips I began the exquisite work of exploring the shape and size
of the purple black glans. My tongue forced its way into the deep meatus
and tasted the sweet milk that was now flowing freely. My mouth stretched
open to take in inch after inch of magnificent jet black African
penis. Working up and down that mighty shaft, whilst my nurse ploughed his
way in and out of the muscular rectum, I was sure that Julius would soon
reward us with shouts of ecstasy flooding my throat with his juice whilst
being filled with what I knew to be Peter Adebi's copious ejaculations.

The climax came with a shuddering howl from Julius, the moment that he
poured his cream into me. Simultaneously Peter jerked violently as his own
penis shot out its load into Julius. My own pleasure was not delayed,
spraying pent up juices onto the black flesh in front of me......



On that first afternoon we had examined hardly half of the senior members
of the school's sports teams and I reckoned that another two afternoons
would be necessary to complete the work. If you have any suggestions for
the future let me know. Should Justin be circumcised with a Gomco clamp or
should he have a traditional scalpel, forceps and scissors surgery?
Jeremy.