Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2013 09:32:50 +0000 (GMT)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: city man clinic part 8

This story is fiction and contains scenes which some readers may find
disturbing. If you are offended by doctor – patient intimacy turn off
now. Whatever you do be safe and don't spread disease but do send a
contribution to Nifty so that they can keep up the good work.

The PE Master at Park Range School telephoned to ask about the possibility
of me coming down to do check-ups for his senior swimming team. Having
assured him that it would be my pleasure, I waited impatiently to meet more
of the students, knowing that 15-16 years old sportsmen would no doubt
present a few intimate problems needing resolution.

Three in particular stand out from an enjoyable afternoon with boys from
the V Form.

Timothy was Vice-Captain of the swimming team and had a physique to match
his position and experience. His arms, thighs and abdomen were developing
impressive bunches of muscle, even for a fifteen year old. Stripped down he
was quite attractive with a respectable four inches of flaccid penis and a
loose but well filled scrotum. However, in his own estimation Timothy's
athlete's physique was marred by what he considered to be an ugly
uncircumcised penis.

Having gone through the usual examination of the uncircumcised, retraction
to the base of the glans, retraction as far down the shaft as possible and
then three of four manipulations of the foreskin up and down the shaft I
reminded Timothy of the importance of daily hygiene, in view of the fact
that he several spots of smegma lodged behind his corona. Without missing a
beat Timothy said "But I really would be better without the bother of it. I
hate that skin." To be fair I could understand some of his repugnance. His
foreskin formed a loose tassle half an inch or more beyond the tip of the
glans. It was not pointed or gathered smoothly but looked rather ragged and
untidy. Now, some men adore a long floppy foreskin, hanging of the edge of
a cock. They enjoy the sight of a penis rising its head still covered with
skin, concealing the glans until the moment its owner or other retracts the
lengthy prepuce. Timothy was obviously not one of these.

"Tell me a little more about how you feel." Timothy explained that as he
had grown as a teenager he had expected that his childish foreskin would
begin to shrink and tidy itself up around his helmet. He had even hoped
that it might one day be too small for him and that the tip of his helmet
would be exposed, like a few of the other boys in his year. "Paul Daley had
his helmet poking through his skin even when we were in Form 2".  Then came
the revelation of what he really wanted.  "I want it to be like Greg's, the
American boy who joined the school last year. Every time I see him in the
showers I get crazy wanting to have a penis like his. I think he had all
the skin cut off when he was a baby. I've never talked to him about it but
I know what circumcision is and I'm sure that what happened to him."

I had already examined Greg and had seen for myself the dark Gomco scar
ring a third of the way down his penis shaft. He confirmed that he had been
cut as a baby before leaving the hospital in New York, where he had been
born.

"Shall we have another look at you. Show me what happens with your foreskin
when you get an erection. Perhaps you ought to get up on the couch and lay
down."

Stretched out on the examination table with his legs apart and scrotum
falling between his muscular thighs, Timothy wrapped his fist around his
thick shaft and slowly began to pump it. The edge of his foreskin stretched
slightly but did not come near to unveiling his glans. As his erection grew
the skin on the shaft and around the glands became visibly tighter but
there was still sufficient shaft skin and overhang for him to have his
glans still hidden. At a full six inches or more a little tunnel of skin
continued to obscure his crown. Taking his hand off his penis for a moment
he declared "You see, the skin will never pull back by itself like it does
for other boys."

"Will you pull it back for me. It is not too tight for you?"

Timothy wrapped a couple of fingers around the end of his penis and in one
easy gliding movement slipped back the skin to reveal a deep purple plum,
glistening already with his milky pre-ejaculate. His foreskin rolled
comfortably below the prominent outstanding edge of his glans.

"OK Timothy, just show me now how far down you can pull it back down the
shaft."

Despite being fully erect there was sufficient loose skin for the boy to
stretch the pinkish flesh almost half way down his thick shaft without pain
or discomfort. I leaned towards him ready to take matters into my own
hands. As Timothy let go of the withdrawn skin it quickly slid up his shaft
and reformed a collar below his corona. I slowly pushed it all the way up
to hide his glans once more. Pulling on the edge of the foreskin I
stretched it as far forward as possible to see the full extent of his
redundant prepuce on the erect penis. Timothy had certainly been endowed
with a length of foreskin enough for two grown men.  Pulling the whole
length of skin up and down as far as it could be retracted. As I did so the
flow of pre-cum increased and Timothy began to utter words of encouragement
to me to finish what had been started.

No longer using the tips of my fingers as in a medical examination, I
wrapped my own fist around the rampant, leaking organ and began to
masturbate Timothy with as much delicacy as possible. Long slow and gentle
strokes which left his glans covered followed by more vigorous handling
which stripped first his gland bare and then denuded the shaft. Pulling the
loose skin up and down his penis which leaving the throbbing glans exposed
I tightened my grip ready for the final assault which caused him to arch
his hips from the couch when I tightened the grip even further to give him
the full benefit of his lengthy foreskin ripping up and down over his
glans.

Timothy shot a wonderful load of teenage boy juice up to his navel, begging
me to stop as his ultra sensitive glans caused him to shudder at each spurt
of sperm. But I continued to whip the prepuce back and forth till the very
last drop dripped from his meatus and his shaft began to deflate in my
hand......

"Well Timothy, there is no medical necessity for you to be
circumcised. Even though your foreskin is a bit long, it's perfectly normal
and lots of men have got foreskins even longer than yours, so don't worry
about it being unusual. But, if you feel really strongly about it I will
write a letter to your father explaining that you have a redundant prepuce
which is causing discomfort and that it is a source of hygiene difficulties
which may get more problematic in years to come."

I gave Timothy a business card with our contact details wondering what sort
of conversation would take place between the boy and his father.......



One of the most beautiful boys I ever had the pleasure to examine was
Parvez, an Iranian. His olive complexion and jet black hair, deep set eyes
and enchanting smile all combined to give him movie star potential. As he
began to strip off his school uniform, ready to be weighed and measured by
Peter, I was transfixed by his perfectly proportioned, slim physique. His
skin glowed in the light of the medical room, the tight white briefs which
he wore, highlighting his colour. My heart raced and my cock twitched the
moment my hands were laid upon him. The warm, scented skin of his chest was
as smooth as finest silk. Palpitating around his dark nipples I longed to
suck on the brown paps. His abdomen was firm to the touch, as would be
expected for a member of the swimming team.

"Parvez, would you step out of your briefs for a few moments." I sincerely
hoped that I could make the anal and genital examination last for a lot
longer than just a few moments! Stripped of his briefs the boy was a
picture of eastern male perfection. By religious tradition his pubis was
shaved smoothly clean and his penis was exquisitely circumcised, again
testament to his Islamic religious affiliation. A feint scar almost half
way down his cock suggested a carefully performed circumcision when he had
been only a few days old. The dark hued olive shaft stood out from the
lighter surrounding flesh, ending in a bulbous, light brown glans, slit at
the tip by a sizeable meatus.

Taking hold of his scrotum in the palm of my hand I cupped his orbs and
gently rolled the two together, enjoying the warmth which radiated from his
genitals. Taking each testicle in turn I repeated the operation, feeling my
way along the rope like spermatic tubes towards his groin. Letting the
scrotum fall for a moment I asked him to hold very still whilst I felt for
the canal down which his testes had once descended. Poking my way upwards
into his groin, first on the left and then on the right, I took my time in
exploring his secret parts.

Unwilling to hurry I then took his scrotum in the palm of my hand once more
and cupped it firmly before pulling down on the fleshy bag, a procedure
which served no medical purpose but which gave both me and the patient a
certain pleasure. Letting go I then took his right testicle and pushed it
downwards so that it was tightly outlined against the scrotal skin. Parvez
gasped as the pressure increased and the outline of his testicle became
visible through the thin flesh of his scrotum. With my finger tips I traced
the line of his spermatic cord, up and down before pronouncing that all was
in perfect condition.

"I hope that was not too uncomfortable for you Parvez. I must do the same
on your left testicle." Letting the scrotum relax for a moment I smiled at
Parvez who returned the look with a grin as if he suspected that this
extended examination was leading somewhere other than a bland certification
of good health.

As Parvez's testicles slid back into their normal position the golden olive
skin of his scrotum wrinkled and twisted itself pushed by the movement of
the orbs inside. Totally and utterly hairless, his sac took on a life of
its own.

Between by thumb and forefinger I pushed his left testicle downwards,
stretching the almost translucent scrotal skin as I did so. The olive hue
turned slightly purple as the pressure of the testicle pushed against the
thinly stretched sac, the sperm cord being brought into prominence. Once
more I traced my finger tip along the tube, stroking the now paper thin
skin as gently as possible. Parvez breathed deeply and sighed as my
exploration progressed. Slowly and determinedly his penis began to rise,
the shaft swelling and the glans inflating to massive proportions, like an
orb atop a sceptre. Responding to this signal I let go of Parvez's left
testicle and cupped his scrotum and stroked the golden eggs with the tips
of my fingers. His penis now jerked itself to full erection and a drop of
clear fluid appeared from his meatus.

Unable to resist the temptation of the moment, I knelt before the boy and
took each testicle in turn into my salivating mouth, caressing the smooth,
hairless scrotal skin with the tip of my tongue. Whilst I explored every
fold and wrinkle of the teenage scrotum Parvez massaged the silky smooth
surface of his swollen glans and rubbed at the deep groove behind it where
once had been his infant frenum. Releasing his testicles for a moment I
tongued my way along the dark brown line of flesh which led to his perineum
and upwards toward his buttocks. The soft scent of Arabian perfume
intoxicated me. The boy was evidently very attentive to personal hygiene,
and in the tradition of his people spared no expense on sensual
pleasures. The depilated regions of his most intimate parts invited both
tender touches and vigorous stimulation.

Returning to the silky scrotum I once more took his masculine eggs in my
mouth, this time sucking hard, pulling them deeper into me and increasing
the tension on the scrotal sac. In response Parvez wrapped his hand around
his thick circumcised penis and began masturbate himself more forcefully
than before. Alternately stimulating his shaft and its glowing helmet he
pushed my head closer to his groin and started to moan in words I could not
understand but which by their tone suggested imminent release of his boy
fluids. With his hand still gripping his shaft I released his scrotum from
my lips and took his circumcised tip between my lips, darting my tongue
into the now copiously leaking piss slit. Parvez let go of his shaft,
giving me chance to take in more of the thick, hard flesh. As I swallowed
the hot flesh he massaged his scrotum, still damp with my saliva. In less
than a few minutes I began to feel his penis throbbing in my mouth
preparing to

 shoot out its load of juice. At close proximity I could feel his body
tensing. Holding him by the buttocks and pulling him towards me deeper into
my throat, I tasted the first ejaculation of boy cream. Tightening my hands
around his rear I willed him to continue to pour out his ejaculate into
me. Parvez jerked with increasing vigour as wave after wave of his milky
fluids shot into me.......



Lucas was nervous from the moment he entered the examination room. Perhaps
he had heard from the others some details of the more intimate parts of the
check up and feared for the worst. Teenage boys can be quite cruel in
recounting and exaggerating how testicles are squeezed and foreskins ripped
back and how embarrassing erections are made to subside with the whack of a
ruler. Lucas undressed slowly and showed every sign of wanting the exam to
be cancelled at the last moment. I have always tried to put patients at
their ease and was as gentle as possible at every stage of the examination,
explaining what I was doing and why. Little by little, Lucas seemed to
relax, his body becoming less tense as we proceeded.

Then, the moment that I asked him to take off his underpants a wave of fear
shot across his face. Very cautiously he lowered the white briefs and
stepped out of them, almost losing his balance as he did so. Once he stood
up facing me the reason for his anxiety was plainly obvious. A three to
four inch penis of average proportions hung down in front of his
scrotum. Lucas was uncircumcised and his foreskin ended in a close fitting
tight little knot of skin which looked to be very red and sore at the
extremity, quite in contrast to the pale flesh further along the organ. At
once I recognised the symptoms of an adolescent phimosis but made no
comment and proceeded to examine his scrotum and testicles, explaining each
touch and procedure as I did so.

Not wanting to cause the boy unnecessary embarrassment or pain I asked him
to retract his foreskin by himself, explaining that I needed to check the
movement of his prepuce, the size of his meatus and the condition of his
inner foreskin and its movement down his penis. "It doesn't go back much",
Lucas replied. He reached down and very slowly pulled the skin a fraction
of an inch, not even enough to reveal the meatus. The dark red flesh
stretched slightly but appeared to be tightly constricted.

"OK Lucas, just let me have a look and see what the problem is." Very
firmly I grasped the tip of the prepuce with both thumbs and forefingers
and pulled it forward on the stretch before trying to slide it back. Lucas
gasped as I got the tight little ring of flesh to open enough to reveal the
very tip of his glans. The meatus was just as sore looking as the end of
his foreskin. "Very good Lucas, you're doing fine. I think it will be more
comfortable for you if you hop up on the examination couch over there while
we continue. I'll try not to hurt you but we do need to get this little
problem sorted out."

"It won't go back more than that Doctor. Please don't do it any more" Lucas
pleaded.

"No Lucas, we really must do something to release your foreskin or you will
have serious problems in the future."

With that I pulled up the skin on the stretch again and began to
alternately pull the skin down and try push it back. I knew that it would
be painful for Lucas and did my best to encourage him to hold on in there,
but with his hands gripping the sides of the couch and tears beginning to
run from the corners of his eyes it was obvious that this was the moment he
had been dreading since getting his appointment for the medical check
up. The inflamed and sore opening of Lucas's foreskin stretched wider but
tighter as I worked it back, revealing a portion the greyish-pink glans.

"Please, Doctor, stop. It hurts too much. It won't go back. I've tried
it. It won't. Please don't do it."

Sometimes a doctor has to ignore the pain and pleas of a patient and do
what has to be done. I continued to stretch, pull and push the recalcitrant
foreskin and eventually succeeded, despite Lucas's tears, to expose almost
half of his glans. But I knew that if I continued the pain would be too
intense and we would have the danger of a paraphimosis if I ever got the
prepuce down below the ridge of the glans.

"All right Lucas. That's as far as we're going today. No more hurt, no more
pain. I'm not going to try anymore. Do you know what the problem is? Have
you ever heard of phimosis? It means that your foreskin is unnaturally
tight and it's going to continue to cause you problems in the future,
especially as your penis continues to grow. You need an operation we call
circumcision. I shall write to you parents and they can arrange for you to
come to the clinic and we will sort you out in no time. You know what
circumcision is?"

"Oh yes, there's Greg and Parvez in our year and Gerard and Peter in the
Fourth Form who haven't got a foreskin. They've all been circumcised. But
they do that to babies don't they? I didn't know they did it later on."

"Lot's of men get circumcised when they are teenagers or older. Sometimes
it's because they have a problem like yours or perhaps they prefer it for
hygienic reasons. Don't you worry, you'll have lots of painkiller and it
will all be over in less than half an hour. Now, you get dressed while I
write the note for your parents."



Two weeks later both Timothy and Lucas were booked in at City Man Clinic
for circumcision. Timothy once frozen up was a sight to behold with his
great length of foreskin bunched up between the plate and the screw
mechanism of a Gomco clamp. I had pulled up as much of the skin from the
shaft as possible given his admiration for the American boy's cut.
Timothy's result would certainly be even more radical with a cut line
almost half way down his penis. I left him tightly clamped for a good
fifteen minutes before taking my sharpest finest scalpel and running it
around the trapped skin whilst he smiled and grinned at me.

Lucas had the benefit of an extra shot of local anaesthetic because of the
nature of his phimosis which meant that I had to slit his foreskin with
fine scissors down to the level of his corona before being able to slip it
further down the shaft and position the Gomco bell. Wanting to avoid having
to suture a wound, Lucas also had the benefit of a long wait whilst his
foreskin was crushed beneath the clamp. But far from being open eyed for
the final part of the procedure Lucas closed his eyelids tight the moment I
picked up the knife to excise his foreskin once and for all.

I like to think that both boys, each in their own way, were relieved to be
rid of one of nature's anomalies and would enjoy masculine pleasures to the
full after a few weeks of healing.