Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2012 21:31:21 +0100 (BST)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Welcome to America    Part 4

This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or institutions is
accidental and unintended.

During the mid-day recess Nigel paid a visit to the bathroom on the top
floor of the school thinking that it would be less crowded than those on
the ground floor, where his uncut cock would be only too visible to one or
more of his mocking classmates. The line of open urinals was empty. Nigel
felt relieved to be able to relieve himself in isolation. He had hardly
begun to let his stream out when the door banged.  In a moment a tall and
very handsome black student had positioned himself just one urinal away to
his right, hefting out an impressive length of circumcised cock. The boy
man began to piss a jet stream of golden liquid into the white
urinal. Nigel's flow suddenly diminished in comparison. As if by some
mutual telepathy the two looked across in each other's direction. The
English boy was fascinated by the length and girth of the black penis with
its prominent circumcision scar dividing dark brown flesh from black. The
student looked contemptuously at the small uncut dick which was now just
about dribbling piss through a short tight foreskin.

Nigel looked up at the face of the tall student who seemed slightly
familiar. Nigel thought to himself, that's got to be Domingo from the
Senior reserve swim team. He had only been to one practice and had not been
present at the try outs. Domingo sneered, "Hey what you lookin' at Brit
dick. You're the new wonder swimmer aren't you? Like what you see?"

Flustered and nervously Nigel muttered something about how he was still
getting used to being surrounded by cut dicks every time he went to the
bathroom or took a shower at swimming practice.  "I hear you won't have
that problem after tomorrow kid."

"What do you mean?"

"Your little operation is now common knowledge thanks to Russo and your new
friend del Santo. All the guys know why you won't be in class tomorrow."

Nigel began to flush a deep red at the thought of his very private life
having become the subject of salacious gossip.

"Don't you be shy kid. You'll get a big cheer when you come back to the
team and they see your new cock for the first time. They'll have a lotto to
see who gets to suck you off for the first time after the cut!"

Even Nigel's fervid imagination found it hard to believe that such a thing
could be possible but he had to admit to himself that a team celebration of
his operation would be fun, as long as it was not limited to a round of
blow jobs. Plucking up his courage and overcoming his embarrassment at the
sudden and unexpected encounter with the older student he asked, "You are
Domingo, from the Senior year aren't you?"

"You got it kid. Don't forget it's class, not year. Yep. I'm the one Russo
probably told you about. Come on, zip up we'll go wander and talk."

Out on the bleachers of the practice football field Doming told the story
of how he had come to Atlantic, uncut from Dominica and had been ridiculed
in the very first week by Russo and his swim team for his long length of
black foreskin. At the sports physical the doctor had pulled back the
prepuce and commented on the odour of urine and then discovered a few spots
of dick cheese hidden in the grove below his helmet. "Should have had a
good wash before he looked at me. Was still greasy from a jerk the night
the night before!" Didn't take him a minute to write on the form "redundant
foreskin, poor hygiene, circumcision required." Domingo continued with the
story of how a week later he was on Dr. Rosenberg's operating table having
his dick skinned forever. Laughing, he joked about how the doctor had had
to search in his cabinet for the biggest bell and clamp in stock. "Don't
think he had ever seen a big black dick like it. It was a tight squeeze but
he got it on and down in the end."

"Didn't you feel bad about having the operation? I mean, it sounds as if
there was nothing wrong with you."

"Not really. I liked to jerk my skin and until I came here I didn't know
nothing different. Never seen a cut cock back home in Dominica but once I
got here and saw cocks always ready for action with the cock head flaring I
started to think `that's for me'. More I heard `bout the girls here who
don't want to go down on a foreskin I think I would have gone and got
myself cut eventually if Schneider and Rosenberg hadn't got to me first."

"What a co-incidence. It's Dr. Schneider who is sending me to
Dr. Rosenberg. What's the surgeon like? Is he really as good as Coach Russo
says. I know it's got to be done now but, I've never ever been in hospital
or had an operation in my life."

"Don't you worry kid. Rosenberg's a youngish guy and he'll do you
well. Never forget the day he cut me. I'm not gay or nuthin' but that guy
certainly knows how to handle a man's cock and make him feel good. He had
me down on the table and did a cock exam before he injected the
painkillers. Smooth soft hands feeling for any lumps or odd veins. Gave me
half a boner straight off. Then he skinned me back to have a look inside,
squeezing my piss slit and fingering around the cock string, stretching the
foreskin every which way. He quickly had my ten inches up in his face. When
he started to skin me up and down the cum started to dribble and before he
could do anything about it I shot my load in his cute face."

"He'll not be able to do half of that with me. That's why I got to have the
operation. Did it take long to do the surgery?"

"Na, about ten minutes prep and for the injections to work, then another
ten with the clamps and a few minutes to cut. It's over and done quicker
than a root canal."

"So you really don't mind having been circumcised?"

"No way kid, some ways, best thing that happened to me. Boys and girls love
to chew on it now. Fact I finished taking up taking little brother to him a
couple of months later. Young Pedrito's already a bit of a fag and couldn't
wait to play and suck with my new cock. Then he begged dad to have one like
it. Dad couldn't take going to Rosenberg's so I got to see his boy cock
being skinned. After all the fuss about getting it done he squealed like a
pig when Rosenberg started to skin him back and decide which clamp to
use. I had to hold him tight when the injections went in or he would have
run out naked into the street.  When Rosenberg screwed the clamp tight on
his dick Pedrito jerked up off the table' cos the painkiller hadn't gone
all the way up his cock. Doc had to unscrew everything and start again with
an extra shot to make sure! Anyways, little Pedrito growing up to be like
his elder brother and he'll soon have a good eight inches of tight cut cock
for his little boyfriends to play with. Since then we got a baby
brother. Mom figured that with the two of us clipped she better get a
doctor to sort him out. Cute little thing with his baby black knob sticking
out. She had me go in with the kid. Braver than his brother Pedrito:
hollered when Rosenberg skinned him back for the first time to get the bell
on but calmed down afterwards for the cut."

In the distance the klaxon sounded for the return to lessons and the two
jumped up and made their way to the school buildings. "See you at swim
practice later. Let you feel my rod after"......

 Nigel hung around the locker room until he was left alone with only
Domingo and a couple of swimmers from the sophomore class. His two
classmates eventually disappeared, leaving the English boy alone with the
tall dark Dominican, both of them idly pretending to dry themselves and at
last get dressed. Domingo spoke first, "So little Brit dick, tomorrow's
your day. Get down and take a good look at what Rosenberg's work is like,"
pulling off his towel to reveal the enormous length of flesh which hung
between his dark thighs. "Yeah boy, get a good look and feel that tube,
it's getting hard for you already."

Domingo's cock, a fat five inches even when at rest started to double in
size. The helmet looked like it would burst as it filled with blood. The
scar line of the circumcision, almost half way down the shaft began to
bulge and stand out like a ring of cord around the shaft. "I ain't no
fag. Don't think you're getting your little pecker in me but you suck me
off, give your black brother a good blow and think of what's coming to you
next." Nigel opened wide his mouth, knowing that he even so would never
manage more than a few inches of the cut black monster in his
face. Tentatively he ran his tongue around the rock hard ridge of the
helmet and teased at the gorge of a piss slit before plunging into the deep
V grove where the cock string had been skilfully cut away.

"Yeah, you lick away at Rosenberg's cutting. He done me real good and
tight. Juts you wait till he gets his clamp on you. My cock was supposed to
be dead but I sure felt him slide in on and tighten his steel ring. You get
that feeling tomorrow kid and remember who told you to enjoy getting your
new cock."

Nigel sucked and slurped like his life depended on it, drenching the first
four or five inches of the massive black pole with his sweet saliva.

"Come on kid, time for action" Domingo got up from the locker bench and
pushed Nigel hands down onto the narrow ledge, pulling his hips and arse
outwards. Massive black hands pulled apart the pale white arse
cheeks. Domingo spit a glob of sticky saliva into the crack, rubbing it
onto the tender ass hole. Nigel could see nothing and was almost afraid to
turn his head to look the moment when he felt Domingo's enormous helmet
forcing his cheeks apart and pushing relentlessly against his bud. This one
was almost the size of Russo and del Santo combined into one gigantic piece
of purple black gristle. Domingo was not a sensitive fucker and with one
determined push cracked open the seal of Nigel's chute forcing his way into
the slender youth. Nigel screamed as he felt the skin of his arse being
stretched further apart than should ever happen to a man. Screams had no
effect on Domingo who pushed three, six, nine inches in tearing the Nigel's
body apart as he did so.

Holding still for a moment and letting the cries of the impaled English boy
subside, Domingo himself breathed deeply ready to make a determined assault
on the tightest arse he had had in a long time. "Get ready for it Brit
dick." Without warning he pulled out half way and began to piston Nigel's
arse slicing through like it was butter. "You wantin' more?" was about the
only intimation that the plunging was going to go to full length.

Nigel yelled for mercy to no effect. Domingo, the once uncut Dominican was
now enjoying the full effects of a radical cut, a longer session to bring
him to shoot his load. The tough black skin of his cock forced its way in
and out of the white arse for what seemed like ever before he began to
shout at Nigel. "Squeeze it tight.......make cum......take my juice."

Nigel, whose chute had been almost desensitised by the force of Domingo's
ramming nevertheless was able to feel the force of the ejaculation and the
flood of sperm which suddenly made the fucking so much smoother for
him. Domingo continued to shout out his obscenities plunged his way in and
out of Nigel's arse until every last drop had been expelled from his now
softening cock........

Aching from his arse up through his abdomen and sore between his buttocks
Nigel made his way home and went straight to the bathroom to relieve his
aching bowels. Gently padding himself with tissue he was relieved to see
only a slight smear of red and not the great globs of blood that he feared
would flow out of him. After three serious fucks in less than five days his
arse lips had been tenderised like pieces of schnitzel and it was nothing
short of a miracle after taking Domingo's thick ten inches that he was not
pouring blood from deep within him.

Naked in the comfort of his own bed that night, Nigel had his last uncut
wank. Sparing himself any further pain for the day he did not attempt to
skin back, slowly wanking his helmet through the foreskin and teasing the
tip through the little aperture at the end. For one last time he pinched
his foreskin at the moment of cuming and let the cool juice force its way
down between his tight fitting foreskin and his helmet. Allowing just a
weak dribble to escape on to his hand Nigel let boy juice mature in his
cock skin overnight. He would have one last skin back in the shower
tomorrow morning and clean himself up for his appointment with
Dr. Rosenberg.

By 8am on Friday morning Nigel was waiting nervously with his father in the
waiting room of Dr. Nathan Rosenberg's clinic at 4th Avenue Urology. The
comfortable surroundings could have been the ante-room of a lawyer's or
bank manager's office, with its stylish furniture and tasteful
artwork. Conversation between father and son was restricted to platitudes
about school and their new life in America, the subject of their presence
here too awkward to deal with. In a short time Nigel was called into
Dr. Rosenberg's consulting room and the secretary suggested that
Mr. Redmond might want to accompany his son. Nigel looked startled at the
thought of his dick being discussed in the presence of his father.

Father and son took their places opposite Dr. Rosenberg who introduced
himself with a smile and firm handshake. The young doctor was probably
younger than Mr. Redmond. His dark olive skin and deep set eyes, the
expensively cut jet black hair and immaculately tailored clothes suggested
a successful movie star rather than a man whose life was spent dealing with
the problems of urinary tracts and genitals. "I appreciate that your visit
here is probably rather embarrassing for both of you but please be assured
that Nigel's referral is perfectly common and certainly not out of the
ordinary for me.......most American boys are circumcised at birth but this
is New York and we have thousands of newcomers each month. There are always
some who find themselves having to consult a doctor or a surgeon for
problems which were ignored back home. You are from England aren't you?
Your socialised medicine seems to take a different approach than ours. I
have circumcised several English boys and men here over the last
years........Welcome to America!"

Nigel's father had no questions to ask Dr. Rosenberg other than about
post-operative care and treatment, specifically how to get through the
coming weekend and when Nigel could get back to swimming practice. After
all, if it had not been for the swimming and the sports physical they
probably wouldn't have been here. Dr. Rosenberg assured them both that
recovery would be swift and painless and that in all probability Jason
would be back in the pool within ten days. "Believe me, I've known teeth
extractions to cause more problems. Mr. Redmond, if you wait outside,
Janice will get you coffee while I see Nigel in the surgery. We should be
through in thirty minutes.  Janice will order your cab for you when we are
ready."

Nigel looked wistfully at the handsome doctor as his father left the
consulting room. The man was impressively handsome and if not for the
impending surgery Nigel could have indulged in any one of a number of
erotic fantasies about those strong hands, broad chest, long legs and what
lay concealed by those exquisitely cut trousers which hinted at heavy
genitals concealed from view. Nigel knew about baby Jewish boys being
circumcised at eight days old and in his mind's eye pictured a fulsome
length of tanned flesh and a dark helmet resting inside stylish briefs. His
reverie was brought to an abrupt end by the sound of Dr. Rosenberg's voice.

"OK Nigel, we'll have a talk before we go into surgery. Don't be
anxious. Thousands of young men have to get circumcised every year because
of one problem or another. Others because they want to be circumcised when
for some reason they were not circumcised in infancy. Now, Dr. Schneider
has referred you because of phimosis, that's tightness of the foreskin to
the layman. Let's be a bit more detailed. Penises come in all shapes and
sizes and so do foreskins. Tell me about yours. Can you move it at all?"

The doctor's voice was so smoothing and gentle that Nigel felt no
difficulty in explaining his adolescent story and about the day when he at
last had managed to skin himself back in the bath just a year ago but how
his skin refused to budge if got an erection with the skin still covering
the glans.

"OK young man. Just stand up here and lower your pants so we have a look at
the offending prepuce."

Nigel stood in front of Dr. Rosenberg, his three and a bit inch penis
hanging down from his now almost hairless groin. Nathan Rosenberg
recognised immediately the signs of childhood and adolescent phimosis in
the tightly puckered foreskin which gathered untidily ahead of the
glans. Taking the penis at the head of the glans between the thumbs and
forefingers of both hands, he firmly and carefully, slowly pushed the skin
back revealing little by little the reddish gland which glistened in the
bright light of the surgery. Nigel gasped as the foreskin began to tighten
in a ring at the base of his helmet. When Dr. Rosenberg, using the very
tips of his fingers, attempted to unfold and retract the skin along the
shaft Nigel's body jerked backwards at the sudden stab of
pain. Dr. Rosenberg immediately let go of the penis and apologised for the
pain he had inflicted. "OK, let's leave it there where it is. We won't go
any further. Let's just have a look underneath at the frenum, that's the
band of flesh which holds everything in place..........Yes, that's it. Your
frenum is very, very tight and unusually thick. It's that which is causing
your phimosis. Don't you worry now. In half an hour everything will be
fixed."

Encouraging Nigel to hold still and be calm, Dr. Rosenberg squeezed on the
glans with one hand whilst pushing and tugging the foreskin up with the
other. Once it was more or less in its normal position he gave the foreskin
a hefty tug to bring every last millimetre of flesh into position around
the glans.

"Well young man, your surgery will be quick and simple. Shall we go
through. Inside you can strip off and we'll keep you warm with a couple of
drapes in case the air conditioning is on the high side for you. Just leave
you clothes on the chair and table behind the screen while I get myself
ready."

Nigel and Dr. Rosenberg went through to a very cold, brightly lit room
which seemed to be a cross between and English doctor's consulting room
with desk and cabinets and a small operating theatre with its table and
overhead lighting, glass topped instrument trays and piles of green gowns
and drapes neatly folded and stacked in the corner. It was indeed a cold
place with the air con silently chilling the air and bringing goose bumps
in a second to Nigel's skin as he removed his clothes. Walking over to the
operating table he felt however, the beating of his heart to match the
trembling in his legs as he contemplated what was to come.

Dr. Rosenberg had by this time put on a white doctor's coat. Standing by
the operating table he gave Nigel a hand up onto the freezing surface and
had an opportunity to admire the young swimmer's athletic build. Sure, the
English boy was undersize compared to his American counterparts of the same
age and his uncircumcised penis hanging from his groin looked distinctively
foreign but the overall effect was not unpleasing. Nigel's abdomen was
beginning to show signs of a potential six pack and the arm and thigh
muscles were beginning to bulge in the right places. What a pity he
thought, that English medical practice could leave a boy in this state for
so long. This problem should have been sorted out by a paediatrician before
the kid every got to grade school.

"You feeling cold enough Nigel?" We'll put a couple of drapes on you. Just
to cover your chest and legs." Dr. Rosenberg took half unfolded drapes and
laid them across Nigel's chest covering him down to below his navel and
from his feet up to mid thigh level leaving his lower abdomen and groin to
chill in the seriously cool air of the surgery. Snapping on a pair of
surgical gloves Dr. Rosenberg announced, "I think we're ready to
begin. Hold on in there. First of all we'll paint you up and then I'm going
to give you three injections. They might sting a bit but believe me they're
worth it!"

Nigel watched as his pale flesh turned bright orange from the surgical
disinfectant. It had hardly time to dry when Dr. Rosenberg took hold of the
base of his penis and on one side of it, very slowly started to push a
syringe needle deep into the flesh. Nigel breathed deeply, trying to hold
himself steady against the stinging pain as the plunger was pushed and the
doctor worked the tip of the hypodermic around inside his organ. The
lidocaine mixture had hardly begun to take effect before Dr. Rosenberg
began to repeat the procedure on the other side of Nigel's penis.

"You're doing fine Nigel. Hang on in there. We are going to wait a minute
or two for the anaesthetic to work its up and then we'll give you a last
shot below the glans." Dr. Rosenberg took the penis between the fingers of
his right hand and slowly palpitated it from the base upwards, encouraging
the painkilling solution to penetrate the length of the organ. Already
Nigel could tell that he was loosing sensation in his penis and was quite
insensitive to the stab of the syringe when Dr. Rosenberg injected him and
the underside of his shaft, an inch or so below the foreskin sheathed
glans.

Nigel looked down at his dead cock wondering just how it would look when
Dr. Rosenberg had finished his work. Was it true that circumcised guys
could grow a bigger helmet? He hoped that once the tight skin had been cut
off then his mushroom head would be freer to grow and spread out. Would the
doctor be cutting him deep enough to make his cock shaft taper at the top
and make his helmet stand out even more? Twenty four hours earlier such
thoughts, especially when thinking about del Santo and Domingo's cocks
would have given him a raging hard-on but here laying in the ice cold
surgery with a dick full of anaesthetic any physical reaction was
impossible. Even the handsome doctor massaging the lidocaine through his
penis, could not add a centimetre to his length.

"That's great Nigel. Let's just check that everything's frozen up for you."
Taking a pair of forceps Dr. Rosenberg pinched Nigel's penis around the
glans and down the shaft, gripping the surface skin in between the tight
blades. "Feel anything, Nigel?"

"No, it's like there's nothing there."

"Fine. Right shall we proceed? First of all we've got to excise that frenum
for you and then we can do the circumcision easily with a regular Gomco
clamp." Now completely painlessly Dr. Rosenberg tugged back Nigel's
foreskin and managed to get it part way down the shaft below the
glans. Using an electro-cautery blade he sliced away the offending frenum
piece by piece, releasing the foreskin even further as he did
so. Bloodlessly, the surgery proceeded until Nigel's foreskin appeared to
be almost loose around his shaft. Amazed to see the pink flesh that was
revealed as his foreskin slid further and further down his shaft Nigel
thought of how his English class mates had been able to do this years ago
and how sensitive his friend Kevin Murphy had been on the inside of his
foreskin. Already he knew that this operation was going to be worth it. In
fact, why didn't the doctor just leave it there. If his foreskin was now
freed up then why cut it off?

Nigel would discover later by a few searches on the internet that
conservative treatment of problem foreskins was not the America way: whilst
in England most doctors would be satisfied to remove a tight cock string
and avoid having to do a circumcision, in the USA the Gomco reigned supreme
and foreskins were considered to be more trouble than they were worth.

With not a drop of blood shed Nigel's frenectomy was finished and
Dr. Rosenberg easily pulled up the now freed foreskin to cover the glans
once more. "Halfway there Nigel. We'll put the clamp on in a minute."

Taking a surgical pen, Dr. Rosenberg drew a line around Nigel's shaft, half
an inch or so below the bulge of the glans. "We'll get you a good tight
finish young man." Whatever that meant. From a table behind him,
Dr. Rosenberg picked up a dome topped stainless steel tube with a screw
shaped bit on the end, pulled back Nigel's foreskin once more and slipped
the metallic object into place. Nigel was vaguely aware of something
pushing against the tip of his helmet whilst Dr. Rosenberg stretched and
pulled at his foreskin almost yanking it down his shaft to accommodate the
strange object. Eventually the doctor pulled the skin up over the shiny
metal tube, pulling hard to bring his pen line up over the end of the
object.

Letting go of the penis both Nigel and the doctor could see the skin start
to imperceptibly slide backwards leaving a little more of the silver dome
visible, poking out from inside the foreskin. Nigel watched Dr. Rosenberg
turn once more to pick up the other piece of the surgical instrument, a
strange contraption with two arms between a sort of bolt screwing mechanism
and a thick ring of steel. Dr. Rosenberg pushed the ring down over the
penis towards the end of the bell tube and pulled up Nigel's skin until the
pen line was just above the metal ring whilst dextrously positioning the
screw level with the tip of the bell. "When I screw this together it will
tighten around your penis and literally clamp your foreskin in place for
the circumcision."

Nigel was aware of something constricting the shaft of his cock and prayed
that whatever happened next really would be painless. Dr. Rosenberg twisted
the nut and bolt mechanism until he could turn it no more and the Gomco had
Nigel's penis in a vice-like grip. "Very good Nigel. We're almost
finished. I'm going to leave this for five minutes while the clamp crushes
the blood vessels for you and hopefully you'll have no bleeding when we
cut. You just hold on in there young man."

Nigel looked in astonishment at the peculiar instrument weighing down his
cock. So this is what people meant by being `Gomcoed'. He tried to imagine
how many different sizes of the thing were made, remembering Domingo's
remark about Dr. Rosenberg having to find his biggest Gomco in order to
circumcise him. Picturing Domingo's enormous plum shaped helmet he figured
it must have been like a classroom bell. He wondered if the handsome doctor
had been circumcised with a miniature version of this thing, if so there
must be thimble sized protective bells for babies. On the other hand Nigel
remember seeing a picture in a library book of a little Jewish baby being
circumcised with the rabbi holding the tiny foreskin in one hand and a
knife in the other.  Nigel's mind wandered to thoughts of Ramol del Santo
stretched out on this same operating table just a year ago with his five
inch soft cock trapped and squeezed tightly in the clamp. What must he have
thought to see his helmet for the first time when the skin was cut off.

Soon enough five minutes had passed and Dr. Rosenberg returned to the
operating table.  Taking the now heavy penis in his hand looked carefully
at the flesh above and below the clamp trying to see if the appropriate
crush had been effected. Deciding to proceed with the circumcision now, he
picked up a narrow blade scalpel and began the delicate work of slicing
through the trapped foreskin, pressing down the tip of the blade into the
junction of the clamp and the bell. In a few moments he had worked his way
around the ring. The severed foreskin retracted a bit up the steel tube
leaving only the trace of a reddish ring of flesh behind it, glistening
against the steel.

"That's great Nigel. You are now circumcised. Just a minute or two for the
wound to stabilise and we'll take off the clamp and you'll see what a fine
piece of work you have. Marvellous invention, this thing."

Nigel stared down and saw the remnant of his foreskin shrivelled and
bunched up around the steel tube of the Gomco bell. He watched attentively
as Dr. Rosenberg sliced down the length of the pale oozing flesh and pulled
it off like a strip of sticking plaster . "There's the end of your troubles
young man." The useless foreskin was quickly consigned to a metal
dish. "Now for the proof of Gomco efficiency my boy." Dr. Rosenberg began
to unscrew the metal contraption which was still weighing down Nigel's
penis. First of all the arms and thick steel ring fell away leaving the
freshly cut edge looking raw against the shining steel of the bell. Very
delicately and slowly Dr. Rosenberg pulled the protective bell from Nigel's
penis leaving it bared, as it would be forever. "There we are Nigel, one
perfect circumcision."

Nigel looked down to see the very pink inner skin of his penis laid bare,
ending at a bright red ring of flesh which had surprisingly only a few
miniature drops of blood trickling from it. The cut was certainly a good
third the way down his shaft and Nigel was happy to think that soon enough
it would scar and darken like del Santo's giving him that `all-American
boy' look. His helmet was as always, a shiny red but he already knew that
that would change in a few months as his once imprisoned helmet toughened
up from constant exposure.

"OK Nigel, I think we've done a good job here. The blood vessels are
holding. You'll be glad to know there's no need for sutures. Just some
tissue adhesive to hold the edge in place while it cicatrises."
Dr. Rosenberg squeezed a thick clear liquid out of a tube pointing the
nozzle directly at the thin red line that marked the circumcision wound
before wrapping it in several layers of gauze bandage leaving just the tip
of Nigel's glans clear of the dressing.

"There you are. Ready to go home now. Just you get dressed and try to keep
your penis held upright in your briefs when you do so. Remember no loose
underpants or boxers for a couple of weeks. Keep everything snugly in
place." Once Nigel was dressed Dr. Rosenberg had a final word of
advice. With a smile on his face Nathan Rosenberg admonished the young man
"Don't even think about sex for the next six weeks! Your penis will look as
if it's healing quickly but it will still be tender and the wound needs
time to stabilise interiorly. You'll sure get erections soon enough but
leave them be. So, no masturbation or anything else for a while."

As doctor and patient walked out through the consulting office into the
waiting room, Mr. Redmond was taken aback to see his son walking so
confidently and uprightly. None of the wide legged cowboy walk of bar room
circumcision jokes and stories evident here. "Mr. Redmond, you will be
pleased to know that everything is fine. No problems at all. I don't think
you will have any to worry about. Nigel can look after his own medication
but just to let you know there are antibiotics here for a six day course,
pain killers and anti-inflammatory drugs for three or four days. I have
used tissue adhesive rather than sutures. It's waterproof and Nigel can
take off the protective bandage tomorrow in a warm tub or shower."

Mr. Redmond and Nigel thanked Dr. Nathan Rosenberg for his services and
after Nigel's father had signed the claim form at the desk, father and son
walked out into the bright morning sunshine to hail a cab to take them
home. Nathan spent the rest of the day laid up on the sofa enjoying one
film after another and being plied with drinks by an anxious mother. As the
injections wore off he became conscious of an odd feeling in his groin: not
exactly a pain, not exactly an ache but something unusual. Keeping ahead of
himself with the painkillers Nigel was confident of a quick recovery and by
the end of the day was decidedly bored by his unaccustomed inactivity.

The night passed peacefully and in the morning Nigel woke to see a still
bloodless bandage wrapped around his cock making it for all the world look
like part of an ancient Egyptian mummy. Having swallowed his bunch of pills
he was anxious to see the final result of the surgery again by unveiling
his circumcised cock. Nigel ran a bath and having let himself soak for five
minutes decided that the moment had come. Very gingerly he began to untie
the bandage below the surface of the water and inch by inch unwind it. Even
through the water he could see the line of the wound protected by its
plastic like film of adhesive. What he did not expect to see was every
colour of the rainbow above and below it. The shaft of Nigel's cock was
bruised as if it had been through a prize fight on the loosing
side. Dr. Rosenberg had not warned him about this but he worked out in his
head that the bell and the clamp must have exerted tremendous pressure in
order to do their job and that presumably his tender organ would heal just
as would a bad black eye.

For the rest of the day Nigel keep his movements to a minimum in the
apartment, spending most of the time in front of his computer or the TV
screen. The next day he ventured out to walk the length of the local
promenade along the Narrows, as always marvelling at the New York skyline
shining in the distance. Conscious every other moment of his circumcision
the dull feeling in his penis alternated with what psychologists would
refer to as `phantom presence', the tight feeling that his cock head was
still enveloped in skin. With his cock firmly held in place by his tightest
boxer briefs to avoid any rubbing Nigel was glad to know that as promised
by Dr. Schneider, he would be back in school tomorrow.

In his home room on Monday morning Nigel was the focus of all eyes and
whispered remarks. By mid-morning recess he knew that if he was to have any
dignity preserved then he had better wait until the last minute before
visiting the top-floor bathroom, even if it meant climbing four flights of
stairs with a tender cock in his pants. As classes terminated for lunch
time Nigel was delighted to see Ramol del Santo coming toward him in the
long corridor of lockers between the science labs and the library. His
gorgeous Latin face beaming and smiling, Ramol greeted his companion like a
long lost friend, eager to enquire about the circumcision. "For you and you
alone.....you can see when we've had lunch" Nigel promised. Amid the din of
the cafeteria and talking in hushed voices over the bland burgers, fries
and juice, the two students compared experiences of their surgery. Nigel
was relieved to know that the horrible bruising was in fact normal and
would indeed soon subside. Washing down another handful of pills with his
last gulp of juice, Nigel invited Ramol to accompany him to somewhere a
little more private.........

Nigel absented himself from swimming practice that week and on the Tuesday
of the following week. By Thursday of that second week, almost fourteen
days after his circumcision surgery and with the bruising on his cock down
to a faint tint he decided to brave the stares and remarks of his swim team
mates. The surgical adhesive was by now falling off in slivers leaving the
tender skin to harden of its own accord. Already the darkness of the Gomco
ring site was beginning to make itself visible on his shaft and Nigel
himself was starting to accustom himself to his "all-American boy" look.

To the amazement of Coach Russo and his team mates Nigel drove his way
through the water like a man possessed demonstrating his absolute mastery
of the both back crawl and butterfly strokes. If only Sam Crompton and his
Moss Bank friends could see him now. When Nigel stepped from the pool to
the acclamations of his new team mates, all eyes were fixed on the
prominent bulge of the bright red Speedo which prominently displayed, like
every other one around the pool edge, the sharp definition of a circumcised
cock, helmet proudly outlined against the thin material.

In the post practice shower time Nigel for the first time stood proudly,
his back to the wall for all to see the craftsmanship wrought by
Dr. Rosenberg. The shaft of his cock had lost most of the post operative
swelling and whilst it still looked rather raw his new cock was according
to popular opinion a fine thing of beauty and American neatness. Students
he had never spoken to came up to clap him on the back and playfully punch
him on the shoulder. Ramol, soaping himself under the next shower offered
his congratulations once more, "Well kid, you're one of us now."



In the final episode Nigel gets to put his new cock to good use with the
boys of Atlantic High. Comments and suggestions always welcome. Jeremy