Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2012 21:15:37 +0100 (BST)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Welcome to America Part 2

This story is fiction. Any resemblance to real life characters or
institutions is coincidental and unintended.

Mrs Redmond rang the Bay Sports Medical Center early the next morning and
got Nigel an appointment for his "sports physical" for the next day,
Friday, straight after school. Having not seen a doctor for over two years,
when he last had a very bad dose of tonsillitis, and never having had
anything approaching a full check up he was inquisitive to know what a
"sports physical" might involve. The only image that came to mind was that
of athletes on a running machine wired up to a heart monitor and breathing
into a tube to measure lung capacity.

Friday's classes dragged by with Civics and Spanish, Calculus and American
Lit. and a double session of Science Lab. By three o'clock Nigel was
checking in with the receptionist at Bay Sports and filling in the
registration form.  After personal details, check boxes for operations,
illnesses, disctinctive marks etc. etc. No. No. No..... Nigel thought that
he would not be presenting anything out of the ordinary to the doctor, an
uninteresting everyday check up. There were three other youths in the
waiting area but not immediately recognisable to Nigel as Atlantic boys.

At last the receptionist's phone rang and she announced, "Nigel Redmond to
Dr. Schneider, Office 4." Nigel made his way down the corridor to the half
open door of Office 4 through which he could see a youngish man, certainly
younger than his father, sitting at his desk checking forms. Knocking on
the door he announced himself and was immediately welcomed in by the young
doctor, who beckoned him over to a desk side chair. Nigel handed over his
registration form and Dr. Schneider glanced over it muttering, good, that's
fine, good..... "You've not filled in the date of your last physical. When
did you last get checked over?"

"I left that blank because I don't think I've ever had one. The last time I
went to the doctor's was a couple of years ago when I had a really bad
throat."

"Indeed. Well let's presume that as a swimmer you're in good shape. Let
have a look at you then. Go over there and get undressed. Put your clothes
on the table. You can leave your underwear on for the moment. Then come
over to the weighing machine."

Nigel went over and stripped off down to his boxer briefs and by the time
he was ready Dr. Schneider was at the side of the machine sliding the
weights across the bar.

"Step on now."  "Good, excellent."  "Now stand against the measuring bar."
Very good.

At ......pounds for 5 feet 7 inches Nigel was a good average for his age
and build. Dr. Scneider had already made a mental note of the excellent
swimmer physique and was impressed by the apparent muscle tone of the
youth.

"Please go and sit on the edge of the couch. We'll see what you blood
pressure is like."

This was a completely new experience for Nigel who had always imagined that
blood pressure readings were for people older than his father, people who
had serious problems with their health. He was very conscious of the tight
squeezing of the rubber, fabric band as it was inflated around his arm and
for a moment thought that it might explode taking his arm with it.

"Perfect, young man," announced Dr. Schneider as he consulted the dial and
read off figures which meant nothing to Nigel, apart from sounding like a
gross fraction.

"If you would stand up and face me for a moment we'll listen to your lungs
and heart. Breathe deeply and hold your breath when I tell
you."...... "Breathe out slowly."........."Breath in and out
normally."......."Turn around and we'll do the same from the back."

"No problems there young man. I take it you had a TB inoculation at some
time in recent years?" For that Nigel could certainly give a positive
reply, remembering vividly, thirty boys lined up in the school hall and
making their way one by one with shirt sleeves loosened to be first tested
for immunity and then a week later the vaccination itself.

"This instrument reads your lung capacity. Take a breath and blow steadily
down the tube for as long as you can. This one always catches out the
secret smokers but I think you are not one them, are you!" said
Dr. Schneider with a smile on his face.

"Let's have a look at your muscles tone and fat layer. Jump up and lie down
now on the table."

Nigel stretched himself out on the examination table with Dr. Schneider
leaning over him now with pair of callipers with which he pinched at
Nigel's arms, abdomen and thighs. Putting down the callipers he then
proceeded to feel his way down from throat to abdomen, his strong hands
palpitating Nigel's torso from every angle and position. The nearer the
hands reached Nigel's groin the more conscious he was of a swelling
beginning in his penis, as the handsome doctor moved his hands deeper and
deeper into the muscular tissues between his navel and the waistband of his
briefs. If Nigel had chosen to wear a slip then little more than his
genitals would have been covered but the briefs did in fact rise up a fair
distance. Dr. Schneider pushed at the black elastic waistband to lower them
down Nigel's pubis in order to continue his examination. By now he had his
fingers among the dark wiry hairs which Nigel had so suddenly begun to
sprout in the last

 year or so. Pressing hard and deep in to the lower abdomen, his warm palms
and fingers exploring every inch of Nigel firm but sensitive body. Before
Nigel had sprouted a full erection, his waistband had been pulled back up
and the young Doctor was now working on his thighs, checking for what,
Nigel had no idea but nonetheless being thorough as his hands worked their
way over the well developed swimmer's leg muscles.

"I think we can say that you are a perfect specimen, Mr. Redmond. A1 in
everything so far. Just sit up for a moment and we'll have a look at your
reflexes. I'm sure they will be fine. Hang your arms loose." With sharp
taps on the elbows and knees from a rubber headed metal stick, Nigel's
limbs reacted as expected and Dr. Schneider announced that as far as he
could see there was nothing so far that should prevent Nigel from engaging
in the most rigorous sports programme that Atlantic had to offer.

"You say you've never had a full physical? There's a couple of
investigations still to do and you might feel them a bit
uncomfortable. Don't worry, we'll go slowly. You have a gland called the
prostate up inside your rectum that I need to feel to make sure all is
normal. Then we'll have a look at your scrotum, the testicles and penis, to
check that everything's OK. Don't be embarrassed, over here it's something
all young men are used to. Just slip your briefs off and lay down on the
table on your side facing the wall."

Nervously, Nigel walked over to the table where he had left his clothes and
pulled down his boxer briefs. Walking back to the examination table he was
conscious that Dr. Schneider was looking at his groin, no doubt having
immediately noticed his uncircumcised state and thick pubic bush. In both
features so different from all the boys in the Atlantic shower room with
their circumcised cocks and neatly shaved groins.

Climbing up onto the table Nigel did as requested and lay on his side
facing the wall with his legs stretched out along the length of the couch.

"OK Nigel, pull your knees up towards your chest. It makes it easier and
more comfortable to do the internal exam. It will feel a bit cold for a
moment: I'm going to put some lubrication fluid on to the opening of your
anus and then push my finger in a bit."

Nigel felt the cold liquid being spread around the lips of his chute and
immediately began to feel a pleasure he had never known before. As the
doctor's finger worked its way into him , just a little at first he made no
visible sign of discomfort, on the contrary the stretching of his tender
inner flesh was quite enjoyable.

"You doing OK there, Nigel?"

"Yes, thank you. It doesn't hurt doctor."

"Fine. Good. I'm going to push in more now to locate your prostate gland
and then move my finger around it to make sure there are no abnormalities."

Dr. Schneider's firm digit slowly but firmly worked its way deeper into
Nigel stretching his tight chute as it searched for the hidden gland below
the surface of the rectum's tissues. Nigel began to gasp and breathe
deeply, not with pain or discomfort but the sheer pleasure of this man's
finger inside him.

"Hold on in there. Soon be over."

Which was of course, not what Nigel wanted to hear at that moment. When the
exploring finger touched upon something hard and round and began to massage
it Nigel felt that he would faint in ecstasy. The new and exciting
sensations that he was feeling, deep inside him was making his cock thicken
and even without a full erection or any touch whatsoever he could feel that
watery fluid was beginning to seep out of his piss slit and onto his groin.

"Absolutely fine. No problem at all."

Slowly, Dr. Scheiders pulled out his finger from the now very moist rectum
and through the delicate bud of Nigel's anus being careful not to make any
sudden movement which might hurt the youth. Nigel, confused and
uncomprehending, excited and elated at this new experience, his heart
beating, wondered how the pleasure he had just felt could be repeated and
extended. The experience had been in fact, all too short.

"Right young man. Just a couple of things to do and then we are
through. Why don't you lay down on your back and just keep your legs apart
so we can have a look at your groin and genitals."

Taking each testicle in turn in his fingers, Dr. Schneiders rolled each one
around, squeezed lightly and felt for the curly cord which led from each up
into the groin. Letting the scrotum hand down he reached behind the sac and
slowly pushed his finger upwards into the cavity above the each side of the
scrotum. The warmth of Dr. Schneiders hands in his groin and the secret
feelings of pleasure that the examination was giving rise to, inevitably
led to some swelling of Nigel's penis. Not a full blown erection, he still
had enough nervousness about the whole procedure for that to be avoided, at
least for the moment. Nonetheless his three inch flaccid organ was now
nearer to four inches and thickening around the glans.

"Fine, fine. Good healthy young man you are."

Dr. Scneiders took hold of the growing penis in his hand began to palpitate
the shaft from the base upwards, feeling carefully as he went along for any
irregularity in the organ. As his fingers moved nearer to the covered glans
the penis suddenly began to swell rapidly. In a moment he was holding just
over five inches of solid flesh between his fingers. The foreskin had
stretched tight and was almost translucent revealing the shape of the
hidden glans, apart from a slight aperture at the tip.

"Nothing wrong here young man." remarked the doctor. "Don't worry. It
happens every day to one boy or another in here. You've nothing to be
ashamed of. Perfectly normal in the circumstances. Lay still for another
minute. I just want to examine under your foreskin."

With that, Dr. Schneiders attempted to pull and then push the tightly bound
foreskin down from the glans of Nigel's penis. Letting go he looked at the
penis for a moment and then pulled at the shaft skin just below the level
of the ridge. No movement at all. Trying again to push the foreskin from
the tip he succeeded only in making Nigel cry out, asking him to stop.

"Looks like we've got a bit of a difficulty here. Has this always been a
problem?"

Dr. Schneiders took the penis once more by the glans squeezing it tightly
between his thumb and forefinger.  Immediately the penis began to
deflate. Fetching an ice cold compress from the consulting room ice box he
pressed it against the still fairly erect penis and waited for the erection
to subside.  Once Nigel's penis was almost back to its normal flaccid
state, Dr. Schneider took it once more between the fingers of both hands
and attempted to retract the stubborn prepuce. Nigel began to squirm on the
examination table as the tight foreskin was pulled towards the ridge of his
helmet, the bright red glans sensitive to every movement the doctor
made. The moment when Dr. Schneiders pushed and pulled the recalcitrant
skin across the ridge and let it settle in the grove of the sulcus Nigel
let out a cry, "Please stop. It hurts too much."

Letting the limp penis fall from his hands Dr. Schneiders took the cold
compress once more and wrapped it around the sore looking penis, holding it
tightly in place for what seemed to Nigel like an eternity. He felt his
cock going colder and colder and shrinking to nothing as the compress
chilled his hurting flesh. At last the doctor removed the compress and
again using the fingers of both hands pulling and pushing the foreskin up
over Nigel's little red glans before finally giving it a sharp tug to see
how it would settle on the flaccid organ.

"OK Nigel. Sorry about all that. You'll be all right. No harm done. You go
and get dressed and then we'll have a little talk about it and sort things
out for you."

As Nigel, shaken and now very nervous, got dressed Dr. Schneiders was back
at his desk completing the examination report: A1 and excellent all the way
through with just one exception. Under the heading `specific
oberservations' he wrote three words " Phimosis. Circumcision required."

Once Nigel was dressed and seated at his side Dr. Schneiders with a smile
on his face gave him a summary of the report and insisted that he was in
perfect shape apart from the one little problem just encountered. He asked
Nigel to tell him when he had first been aware of the problem and why he
had done nothing about it. Nigel told him about how less than a year ago he
first got his skin to pull back and how it would never go back when he was
hard.

"Well. You have a condition known as phimosis. As you probably know, the
foreskin should retract easily both when you are flaccid and when you are
erect. Yours is very tight when you are flaccid and as you have experienced
totally immobile when you are erect. There is only one cure and that is a
minor operation we call circumcision where a surgeon will cut the foreskin
away and leave the glans and the shaft of your penis always exposed.
You're just starting at Atlantic and I don't suppose you want to miss too
much training at the start of the session.  We'll make an appointment for
you to have surgery as quickly as possible. Just wait a moment and I'll
ring Dr. Rosenberg at 4th Avenue Urology."

"Hello, it's Dr. Schneider here at Bay Sports. Put me through to
Dr. Rosenberg if you will. Thanks........Hi Nathan, it's Mark at Bay Sports
here. How you doin'..... Listen, I've got a student from Atlantic here who
needs to see you pretty urgent for circumcision........new from
England......on the swim team........yeah, phimosis, partially
retractable.........soon as possible if you can.........that's great. See
you soon. Best to Ruth."

Nigel had listened attentively as the doctor spoke with his colleague and
now Dr. Schneider explained the next move. "Don't worry now young
man. Everything'll work out right. Dr. Rosenberg is highly experienced and
has cut hundreds of men and boys in his time. He'll see you next Friday
morning: that way you've got the weekend to rest and you can go to school
on Monday and only you'll know the difference for a few days. Leave off the
swimming for a couple of weeks and when you back to the team you'll be a
new man." Laughing, the doctor added "An all-American boy."

"Here's your report for your coach. Give it to him on Monday. Take this
medical consent form for one of your parents to sign and then bring it with
you to Doctor Rosenberg next Friday: 9am, South Brooklyn Urology, corner of
Verrazano and 4th. Here's a card for his office. And here's an insurance
claim form for your surgery: medically necessary, so it'll be covered by
your policy. Give it to your father. Good luck kid. You'll do well with
that body of yours. You'll be looking perfect when Dr. Rosenberg's sorted
you."............

Nigel made his way back to the new apartment and as he walked could not
help his eyes straying to the groin of every good looking boy he passed on
the street. Bulges large and small, and some with no apparent bulge at
all. Was it the case that each pair of jeans, pants or chinos concealed a
circumcised penis? If the locker room at Atlantic was anything to go by,
then probably yes. The thought of being surrounded in this enormous city by
millions of cut cocks, suddenly turned him on. When did they have it done?
Did they all look exactly the same with that dark brown ring on the shaft?
If Dr. Rosenberg had circumcised hundreds of men and boys did that mean
real, adult men and teenage boys and not just the babies that he had read
about in religion and science class? Nigel felt his cock getting stiff at
the thought of Dr. Schneiders examining him and wondered what the young
doctor's cock looked like.

That evening after dinner, Nigel got his dad alone in the living room
whilst young Andrew helped his mother load the dishwasher and tidy up in
the kitchen. "Dad, er there something here for you. That medical
examination for swimming."  Nigel handed over the blank insurance form,
blank apart from the words, "phimosis, circumcision required" and surgeon,
"Dr. Nathan Rosenberg." "The doctor says I'm fit and well for sports. But
he said I've got something called phimosis. He says er, I need to be, er
circumcised. He tried pulling my skin and it wouldn't go back properly. He
says you need to sign this and then it'll be paid for by some insurance
company. I've got to go next Friday for the operation."

Mr. Redmond stared at his son and the claim form looking bemused and
inwardly feeling guilty. He had never seen his son naked since the child
was a toddler and had no idea of what stage of physical development the boy
might be at. Of course he had seen the lad in a dozen swimming
competitions, but evidently a swimmer's physique and a bulging pair of
Speedos do not tell the whole story.  During the years of adolescence
Mr. Redmond had taken it for granted that school biology or PE teachers
took care of instructing boys about physical changes, hygiene and all that
was supposed to be normal between consenting adults including even intimate
matter such as how to look after an uncircumcised penis. The biology
teacher had been however satisfied to explain the basic biological details
and believed that parents should deal with the more intimate aspects of a
boy's body maturing.

"How unusual. You never said anything about this before, when we were in
England. Didn't you realise there was something wrong down there?"

"Well, no not really. Some of the boys at school didn't pull back their
skins till last year and mine does go back a bit. I thought it just takes
time. Er, I thought I'd grow out of it"

"Your mother will get a shock. I'll tell her. Did they say if I've to come
with you? Well, I suppose they would expect one of us to. Even if it's a
local anaesthetic you need one of us to bring you home. Look I'll take a
leave day, or at least half a day. Book in some flexi-time at the
office. Don't say anything to your mother. I'll talk to her
later. "...........

When classes ended on Monday afternoon Nigel made his way over to Coach
Russo's office to deliver his sports physical form. "I've brought the form,
Sir. The doctor says I'm fine for swimming, reckons my physique is in
perfect shape."

"Good to hear it. I didn't think he would find anything to hold you
back. Not after seeing you in the try out. You're good kid. We'll keep on
winning with you in the team."

"But there's a bit of problem. He says I've got to er, have an operation
er, on my penis."

Coach Russo looked at the bottom of the form and read for himself what was
written under `particular observations'. "Sit down kid. This is going to
keep you out of training for a few weeks. Did Dr. Schneiders explain you
what's going to happen when you see Dr. Rosenberg? I suppose he's referred
you to Dr. Rosenberg?"

"No. He didn't go into any details but I do know what circumcision is. What
I don't understand is why all the other students in the showers are
circumcised. Is everyone circumcised here?"

"Yeah. I heard them talking about "Brit dick" after you left. Most of them
have never seen an uncut male. It's part of the American way. Kids get
circumcised in the hospital a few days after birth. It just the way it's
done here. It's cleaner, healthier and neater than having a foreskin. Skin
can cause a kid problems later in life, like yours. You should have had it
done when you were a baby. There was time when babies were cut in the
delivery room, minutes after they were born. You get it done kid, you'll be
glad of it later."

"The doctor has booked me in for Friday, the end of this week. He says I'll
be able to come to school on Monday next week but I don't know when I'll be
able to do training again. I hope I don't miss the first competition. Will
it hurt for long? Will it be sore for long time?"

"Listen, it's different for everyone who gets cut later on. Babies start to
heal up in a few days but for older people it all depends on the
person. Don't worry about it, you've got your place on the team and like we
said, you're competition material. Listen up, why don't you go talk to del
Santo. He arrived here from California last year and had the same
problem. Dr. Rosenberg circumcised him in the first semester. If he's not
around get Domingo. He came from some hick place in Dominica and got cut
when he was a Sophomore. He's a Senior now: his cock's looking good, healed
and scarred after his all-American cut."

"Sir, er, there's one other thing. These medical examinations. Does the
doctor always have to put his finger into your anus?

"You bet, kiddo. Prostate check's very important."

"He said it might hurt. But it didn't. I can't ask my Dad, or tell him
about it, but you, you're, er like different. Why did it make me get er, a
bit stiff. Something odd happened. Stuff started coming out of my, er,
penis when he did it."

"Geez, don't they teach anything in England about your bodies! A guy should
know about these things by your age. Come to my physio room. Follow me."

Nigel got up and followed coach Russo through the inner door of the office
into a brightly lit room that looked almost like a doctor's surgery: lamp,
cupboard with bits of equipment, bottles and bandages and a big leather
covered physio table.

"You say it didn't hurt? We'll take you through it again and explain what's
it about. Drop your pants down and get up on the table."

Nigel shucked off his trainers, chinos and briefs and took his position as
he had done a few days earlier in the doctor's office. Coach Russo took a
tube of jelly from his cupboard and having adjusted his already rampant
cock in his fitness shorts came in close to Nigel.

"Dr. Schneiders wanted to check your prostate. That's the gland in your
pubis that produces the fluid that your sperm mixes with when you cum. To
get at it then only way in is through your back passage. That's usually
tightly closed. So, we use a lube to slide things in."

Coach Russo anointed the little arse bud with a dollop of lube and started
to work his forefinger around the sensitive tissue. "Some guys find this
very pleasurable. The tissue's sensitive but if they don't resist the
intrusion an ass can take a large volume. Best thing is push out like
you're having a crap."

The coach having got more than the tip of his finger into the asshole, had
already started to send Nigel in seventh heaven wondering just how much
"volume" he would be able to take, given the possibility.

"Some guys enjoy a real in and out examination, like they're being
teased. I think you'll enjoy that." Coach Russo began a slow and deliberate
finger fuck, circling his finger inside the muscular chute.

"Oooooo. That's good. Don't stop. It makes me want to cum." whimpered Nigel
as the thick digit massaged his rectum. Coach Russo looked into Nigel's
groin and was pleased to see the boy's cock swollen and hard, responding to
his intimate ministrations.

"There's better to come yet kiddo." The finger worked its full way in
towards the love nut. "That's your prostate. It's usually very sensitive to
the touch.  If we work on it long enough, the nerves will send a message to
your balls. It's round like a peach nut. Can you feel my finger circling
it? Course you can kiddo. You just keep on enjoying it. The best a man can
get."

Coach Russo reached round and rubbed a finger into the slightly open
foreskin to feel the milky juices being expressed by the stiff cock. "See,
kiddo, that's your prostatic fluid. It's pumping out to join up inside with
your sperm when you start to cum. You're well on the way now."

Coach Russo stretched out Nigel's legs and then turned his round to sit up
facing him while simultaneously dropping his fitness shorts. "This is
circumcision for an American guy. Look at that ring kiddo." Coach pointed
to the deep mahogany coloured scar that circled his cock almost two thirds
of the way down his shaft. "That's where they put the clamp and cut kiddo."
Lifting up his five inch flaccid organ his pointed to the deep V shaped
valley at the back of his helmet. "That where they cut out all the spare
flesh and free up your dickhead to spread out. Just feel it all kiddo,
outer skin, inner skin, scar line and cockhead. Get a feel for what you'll
have soon." Taking Nigel's hand in his own he wrapped the youthful fingers
around his swelling cock and gave Nigel and tour of the differing textures
of his cock, all the way from the closely shaven base to the rubbery
helmet. "Wrap your hand around kiddo, feel it good."

Nigel's own cock had reached its maximum of just over five inches but his
swimming coach had five even soft. The cock in his hand started to grow
massively bulging in mid shaft to grow to a full eight inches of dark
menacing flesh. The coach was not wrong about the helmet spreading out. It
was kind of mushroom shape round and a bit smaller than the circumference
of the shaft but on the underside it flared outwards, accentuating the
valley where once there had been an infantile frenum. "This cock head is
what you need in you to work that gland you seem to like having
touched. Wanna' try it? Go on bend over against the table kiddo. We'll see
what you can take."

Nigel spread his legs and leaned against the leather physio couch to
present his virgin ass to Coach Russo. Lubed up, Coach pressed his mushroom
against the tender quivering ass hole and with one push plunged his helmet
and three inches of his hard shaft into the tight youthful chute. Nigel
gasped and tensed as his hole adjusted to the feel of the cock in it: this
was more serious than the fingers. Surprisingly he was not hurting but all
the same it felt very new and strange. Coach Russo pushed on in further
until the broad flare of his helmet met the sensitive love nut. Nigel cried
out in exhilaration when Coach started to pushed and pull his cock in and
out by an inch or two, concentrating on stimulating the youthful
gland. This kid could have a career as a bottom, the way he was moaning and
begging for more.

"You take it kiddo. We're going all the way."

With that Coach rammed his cock right up Nigel's chute until his balls were
squeezed against the teenage buttocks. Nigel screamed this time as the full
eight inches threatened to rip him apart from the inside. After some
vigorous thrusting which tested Nigel's endurance to the limit Coach Russo
used the shape and form of his severely circumcised cock and helmet flare
to work on Nigel's prostate.

"Sir, Sir, it's too much. Make me cum now, Sir.

The thrusting got harder and harder. Coach Russo reached in between the
teenage legs and at the sensitive spot between ball sac and ass worked his
long fingers into the hard flesh, stimulating the hidden gland from above
and below. Nigel himself took hold of his own cock, pushing a finger into
the tiny opening of his foreskin and rubbed at his reddening piss slit and
the sore edges of his foreskin. Pain at the front and pleasure at the back
very soon produced the throbbing his his balls and tightening of his shaft
that announced imminent ejaculation.

"Sir, it's coming. Sir, do it harder. Don't stop Sir." Nigels unusually
thick and copious cum splashed out through his diminutive foreskin opening
onto the leather topped table and dribbled down the edges to drip onto the
feet of his swimming coach. Coach Russo, amazed to have had such an easy
time of getting into and fucking the teenage chute rammed away with abandon
to bring himself to orgasm, shooting his large load into the now very
tender, stretched arse of his newest star member of the Atlantic High swim
team.......

Cleaned up and ready to go after his very special welcome to America, Nigel
realised that he was at the beginning of a new adventure. The "lights of
42nd Street" dimmed in comparison to the light that had lit up in his head
this afternoon.

"Right kiddo, you can come to training on Tuesday and Thursday. We'll see
what else you can do. Don't forget, go see del Santo and Domingo. They'll
tell you all about getting an all-American cock."

Hope you enjoyed reading this. Let me know if you have any ideas about
Nigel and his upcoming sessions with del Santo, Domingo and
Dr. Rosenberg. Jeremy.