Date: Wed, 06 Oct 1999 10:36:00 PDT
From: Christopher White <exactoboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Circumcision

This is a true event that occurred when I was 11.  I know it's kind of
weird.  Any responses welcome.  My email is Exactoboy@hotmail.com

Circumcision
By Chris White

I grew up in New England.  My mom was a Sales Director for Boeing and
starting when I was ten, moved to the West Coast for six months out of the
year which left me at home with my dad.  He was also a Director, but for an
Investment Firm, so needless to say I had a great childhood especially
being an only child.  Everything was pretty good until I turned 11.  When I
was born, my parents opted to leave me uncircumcised.  Since my dad had
grown up that way, he felt like it was a natural thing to do.  Nothing was
out of the ordinary and I definitely didn't notice any difference until I
turned 11.  I began having difficulty urinating and sometimes the end of my
penis would get sore for no reason.  After a few months of this I told my
dad who promptly took me into the bathroom to inspect me.  I was always a
VERY shy kid, so this invasion of privacy made me very uncomfortable.  I
remember pulling down my pants and sitting on the counter in the bathroom
as my dad leaned down to look at my little dick.  I remember the cold tile
on my butt and worrying that something was really wrong.  My dad used his
thumb and forefinger and gently massaged my dick back and forth.  I
remember him asking me if that hurt in which I shook my head `no'.  I
remember that it felt good in fact even though he was obviously not doing
it for that reason.  After several minutes of inspecting me, quite close I
might add, I did the natural thing and began to get hard.  It wasn't very
big of course, but I was quite excited.  My dad noticed immediately and
stopped massaging my dick.  He looked a bit embarrassed as well, but then
told me to jump down off the counter, slip off my pants, and step into the
tub.  He moved over to the light switch and turned on the heater fan.  Once
I was in the tub he told me that he was going to show me the proper way to
clean myself since he suspected that was the problem I was having.

I remember him sitting on the edge of the tub as he turned on the shower
head.  He turned my body to face the wall and slowly began soaping up my
crotch and pubic areas.  He did this slowly and gently.  I remember looking
up at him.  He had on his glasses and seemed very focused on what he was
doing.  "Now try not to get hard," he said as he took my penis in-between
his large fingers and pulled back the foreskin.  He took his other hand and
gently began washing my exposed cock head.  The feeling was immense and I
instantly got a major erection.  My dad just shook his head and grinned
like he thought it was rather funny.  "Now you have to make sure, when you
take a bath to clean BENEATH the skin like this.  Otherwise you could get
an infection.  I'm pretty sure that's what's causing the irritation when
you have to pee."

I didn't tell him that the irritation and inability to pee were not
related, because the truth was I was enjoying his hands on my little cock
too much to think about it.  He also ran his hands all over my little balls
and ass, pretty much giving me a thorough bathing which he hadn't done
since I was really little.  When he noticed how much I was really enjoying
his washing me, he stopped and began rinsing me off.  I really don't think
my dad was sexually turned on by what he was doing looking back but I did
think he was rather fascinated by my body.  I think he thought that my
erection was a totally normal thing to happen, but then I'm still not sure.

After he rinsed me off, he towel dried me and again seemed to focus on my
dick, pulling back the foreskin and inspecting me rather closely.  "Looks a
bit red," he said frowning.  I guess it didn't have anything to do with him
jacking me off for the last 10 minutes.  This I didn't say of course.
After that session I got dressed and he told me to "run off and play".  A
few days later I was still having trouble urinating and was becoming
worried something was wrong.  I told my dad again who made an appointment
with our family doctor.  Once at the hospital, I had to get undressed and
slip into one of those blue gowns.  My dad helped me as I climbed up onto
the examination table.  Needless to say I was pretty scared.  At the time I
wished my mom were there.  Now, looking back I'm pretty glad she wasn't.

Anyway, the doctor came in.  He was I think Russian or Ukrainian and very
clean-cut.  He was very nice too and told me that he was going to inspect
me.  I once again felt odd and overly self conscious, but he was after all,
a man.  I laid back on the table as he lifted up my gown.  I felt his cold
hands at once on my little dick.  He did the same thing my dad did, but
slower.  He pulled back the foreskin of my penis and I remember him turning
it this way and that.  He also felt my testicles and asked me if I had any
pain `down there'.  I said no.  He then went back up to my penis and told
me that he was going to massage me for a bit and that I might get excited,
but that it was totally normal and just to relax and spread my legs.  I did
as he suggested as he began fondling me.  It was odd at first and in all
reality I was getting my first hand job from a doctor.  In no time I began
to get hard.  He was EXCELLENT at stroking my cock and I couldn't believe
how good it felt.  MUCH better than when my dad did it.  He also stopped
now and then to feel my balls.  His hands were so smooth and gentle.  I
couldn't see my father's face, but I knew he was watching.  I wondered what
he was thinking.  That's when the doctor told my father to step up to the
table.  The doc was holding my dick in-between his fingers and stopped as
he pulled back my foreskin.

"See right here," he said I guess pointing with the other hand.  "He has
some scar tissue that's preventing the full retraction of the foreskin.  I
think that's what's preventing his urine flow as well as causing discomfort
in the morning due his nightly erections."

My dad just nodded.  "Does that hurt, son?"  my Dad asked me looking over
at me.  I just nodded my head and said a little.  In reality I wasn't sure
how it felt.  At one point it felt really stretched when the doctor was
stroking me, but then in another way it felt really good.  REALLY GOOD.  In
fact, the doctor wasn't stroking me anymore, but continued applying the
lightest amount of pressure on my cock which was sending me into
convulsions.  Of course I didn't say anything when I felt my dick start to
pulse.  I wasn't sure what was happening but suddenly I remember thrusting
my hips forward as I felt an intense pressure build in my groin.  I think I
let out an `ooohhhhhh'.  I'm not sure, but if I didn't say anything I'd
sure be surprised because jets of cum started shooting out of the end of my
dick.  I think I was as surprised as the doctor was as well as my dad.  Cum
shot all the way up to my chin and instead of the doctor letting go of my
shooting cock, he held on continuing to lightly stroke me.  "What the fuck
was he doing!" was all I thought and what was all this stuff.  Fortunately,
my parents being very educated had taught me about masturbation and sex
education when I was only 8, so I knew what was happening in a round about
way.

After I'd cum all over my gown, the doctor got some Kleenex from a box next
to the bed and proceeded to wipe me off.  He handed some to my dad who also
wiped me off.  Looking back, all of this was rather strange.  Here I'd just
had my first orgasm in front of my own dad and a complete stranger.  The
doctor wiped my penis with the Kleenex and again inspected me.  At this
point I was very sensitive and every move made me squirm.  My dad's face
was always hard to read, but he seemed quite nervous.  I didn't know
exactly what he was thinking.  That's when the doctor simply covered me up.
Patted my stomach and told me they'd be right back.

A few minutes went by and Dr. Andrew Muchesko (Dr. Andy) came back in with
my dad (and a sucker) and informed me that I would have to have a
circumcision.  He went through all the information about the procedure and
told me that it was a totally natural thing and that most kids have it done
when they're babies.  The only reason it needs to be done later is if there
were complications like I was having.  It was supposed to be an overnight
procedure.  I'd get to get out of school for an entire 4 weeks, or at least
until the `new me' healed.

My dad called my mom that night and told her what was going to happen.  She
was of course very concerned and told my dad she was coming home to be with
me in which he refused telling her that it wasn't necessary.  It was only
an overnight procedure and that I should be back home the next day.  Since
she was so busy, she reluctantly agreed to call me before the operation.
Honestly at the time, I was just glad to get out of school for a whole
month.  Cartoons all day I thought!!!  Heh, Little did I know..