Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2006 14:48:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Portal, Science Fiction, 1/1

Portal
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	The moment of revelation came as a shock. It was
almost beyond belief, because I and everyone else on
the planet had been brought up to believe that the
past was absolutely fixed and never could be changed.
Suddenly, poring through Professor Morrison's notes
suggested that maybe, just maybe, I could affect
something in my past.
	My housemate and I had both been born 50 years ago,
and like most other American boys born at that time,
had been strapped down and circumcised, routinely,
thoughtlessly, and irrevocably. One of the many
feelings Matt and I shared was deep resentment over
our mutilations. Each time we had sex or saw each
other naked, we were reminded that ever since we could
remember we'd had those thick brown scars on our
pricks instead of foreskins. We'd heard of some of the
thrills, such as docking, available to those lucky
enough to be natural, and we envied the natural guys
more than we could ever express.
	Our pricks were about the same length, six inches,
and about five inches in circumference. This made us
pretty average. One difference between our pricks were
that mine had a large helmet-shaped glans with a high
flaring rim, while Matt's was slightly smaller and
mushroom-shaped, with a flat rim. Matt's orifice was a
long slit, while mine was a slit when soft and a
teardrop-shaped orifice when swollen.
	Matt's circumcision scar was thinner than mine and
about an inch back on his shaft, connected to the
vee-groove under the head by a thick frenulum, or
gee-string. My scar was thicker and darker, and right
behind the head. The doctor who had removed my
foreskin had also stolen my gee-string.
	Matt and I enjoyed stroking each other's pricks,
anointing them with Astroglide because our
circumcisions made lubrication essential. We also
enjoyed sixty-nine and Princeton, in which one would
slip his condom-covered prick between the other's
thighs.
	Matt worked as an insurance adjustor and I was a sort
of administrative assistant to Professor Morrison,
head of the physics department at the university.
Morrison was widely known for ground-breaking
theoretical work, especially in refining the concept
of the space-time continuum. He'd published a
theoretical paper on time travel, a collection of
equations I found incomprehensible, but never done
anything practical.
	One evening a drunk had crashed his vehicle into
Morrison's, and the professor was taken to the
hospital with a broken back. When I arrived the
professor was conscious and he put me in charge of his
office until he returned to work, which would be weeks
or months. His spine had been severed but the doctors
explained that new treatments made a full recovery
possible, although this would take many weeks.
	My work at the university wasn't very demanding,
especially as I wasn't qualified to teach any of
Morrison's classes. I answered routine inquiries and
processed paperwork, filling in the time by perusing
some of Morrison's files. One of these clarified a
matter about which I'd been wondering for years.
Morrison's laboratory was in the basement under his
first-floor office, and he'd always kept it locked. He
never told me what project or projects he'd been
running and I knew better than to ask him about
something he clearly considered none of my business.
	Morrison had built a prototype time machine, and the
details were clearly laid out in the file. It wasn't a
practical model, in his estimation, because it opened
up a window, or portal, only a couple of inches in
diameter into the past. This was too small to admit a
person, or even a laboratory animal larger than a
mouse. He felt that sending a mouse into the past was
hardly an accomplishment, and Morrison had abandoned
further work on his project some years ago.
	Most of the file was a series of equations, and my
mind wandered as I leafed through the pages. It was
then that it hit me. The time machine's range was
about a century, twice my age, and I could watch my
birth. A second later I realized that I would be able
to watch my circumcision. A second after that I
realized that I might be able to prevent my
circumcision.
	I had lots of time to spare and I took the file with
me when I went into the basement, having left a note
on the office door. If any urgent matter came up I had
my pager on my belt.
	It didn't take very long to power up the portal, and
I began working the controls to take it into the past.
I knew the date on which I'd been born, and I knew
where. Finding the hospital wasn't very difficult but
once inside, and being able to navigate using only a
two-inch window into the past made finding the right
room very tedious. The first day I found only my
mother's hospital room, and I saw her holding me.
Apparently I'd been born only hours before.
	This first effort was so time-consuming that I had to
shut down and get back to the office before anyone
missed me. As I climbed the stairs I thought about
what I would do when I zeroed in on my circumcision. I
had to stop it, but how? Anyway, I had the weekend to
ponder this.
	When I got home Matt was already naked and it was
clear that he was horny. He sat in front of the TV
watching a European video in which none of the guys
were circumcised. I disrobed and sat with him to enjoy
the flick, as I knew that watching uncut guys getting
it on was always inspiring and erotic for us. I
wrapped my fingers around his Astroglide-covered prick
as he squirted a few drops of lubricant on mine,
working me up to hardness as he massaged the viscous
fluid into my tissues.
	He already had a towel spread on the sofa and we
didn't have to worry about staining the fabric. We
slowly worked each other up until Matt said to me:
	"Well, ready to come?"
	"I sure am. What about you?" I saw that his balls
were tight against his body, as were mine.
	"I am," he replied.
	"Well, suppose you go first. You've been sitting here
longer than I."
	"Okay, do me." Matt stopped stroking my prick as I
increased speed on his, my fist traveling the length
of the shaft and glans. I felt his body tense and knew
that he was tightening up to help bring on his orgasm.
We'd discussed this and I knew that both our pricks
had been desensitized by circumcision, and that we had
to tighten our crotch muscles to attain orgasm.
	Matt's breathing became heavier, and I knew that he
was straining. I gave him some help by twisting my
fist around his mushroom on each up-stroke to work on
the nerves in the groove and rim. I watched his pink
glans become purple as it swelled further between my
fingers. His stomach muscles tightened as he began
grunting, and I knew he'd be unloading within seconds.
	Matt's outstretched legs jerked as I felt the first
throb of orgasm in his prick. A thick rope of cream
shot up from his long slit, wetting the towel under
him, and the heavy odor of chlorine filled the air.
His prick throbbed again as another gush spurted up
from his straining tip. Matt grunted in pure joy as
another load erupted from his purple head. His lips
were drawn back and his legs jerked again as I felt
another heavy throb in his turgid penis. Now the force
of his jets relented, and within seconds his tip was
merely dribbling. I began wiping him with a corner of
the towel as his body relaxed. After a couple of
minutes Matt was revived enough to resume stroking my
prick.
	I concentrated on the sensations of his warm fist
sliding up and down my pole from the base to the
helmet. It felt hot, but I knew that I had to tighten
my crotch muscles to reach the peak. Matt cupped my
balls with his other hand, adding to my sensations.
The video was still running and I watched a European
guy stroking his long foreskin up and down his
engorged tip as the jets erupted from his pouting
slit.
	It took several minutes but then I was there. My
prick strained and the purple helmet ached for relief
as my eyes closed as they always do before I come.
Matt's fist twisted hard around my straining tip and I
felt the first shock of orgasm deep inside me. I felt
a torrent of hot cream rushing up my tube and I cried
out in relief. My body shuddered as the second spasm
sent another gush of semen into my straining prick. I
was really into it now, and I grunted and groaned as
the flood filled my tube. The next convulsion wasn't
as hard and my orgasm tapered off into a steady
dribble. I felt Matt's tongue lapping at the front
dome of my helmet, removing the cream.
	"Neither of us comes as fast as we used too," I heard
him say. "We need a lot of friction." I drifted off to
sleep thinking of his words after we'd gone to bed.
	Monday morning was busy and it wasn't until lunch
that I was able to steal some time in the basement. I
figured I'd have a couple of hours, as many of us took
late lunches. This time I was able to place the portal
in the hospital room immediately, and was able to see
and hear what was happening. I advanced the time one
day, and after a few minutes a nurse came in to say:
	"We'll be taking him in for his circumcision first
thing in the morning. He's too young to feel pain.
Just so you know." After hearing this I moved to the
next morning and began searching for the room where
doctors performed circumcisions. After a few minutes I
found it. A baby was strapped to a padded board and a
doctor stood in front of him, a tray of instrument to
his right. Was that really me, or another baby? I
moved in closer to read the name on the baby's
bracelet. It was mine. I noticed also that I had a
long, luxurious foreskin, a tempting target for the
doctor.
I moved the portal up again, realizing that the portal
was invisible to those being observed, otherwise the
doctor would have noticed it moving close to the baby.
Now the doctor picked up a small clamp and was about
to clamp the edge of my foreskin. I realized that I
had to stop him. I plucked a pen from my shirt pocket,
moved the portal close to the doctor's right eye, and
jabbed hard. He recoiled from the jab, holding a hand
to his face. Blood seeped from between his fingers. A
nurse ran up to him as he collapsed. For the moment,
my circumcision had been stopped. I advanced the time
quickly to see what the reaction would be. Nothing
happened for a half hour, and then another doctor
entered the room and approached the baby on the table.
I wasn't out of the woods yet. As he picked up a clamp
I moved in and jabbed him in the eye, harder this
time. With a yell, he clutched his face and collapsed.
This time a doctor and a nurse helped him to his feet,
and I heard the nurse say:
"Maybe we shouldn't circumcise this kid. Look at what
happened, twice."
"I can't explain it," the second doctor replied as
they helped the first from the room.
	I advanced the time again until I saw a nurse remove
the baby from the table and take him out of the room.
Returning to my mother's room, I saw the nurse hand
her the baby and say:
	"There was a problem scheduling the circumcision this
morning. We'll try again tomorrow morning." That was a
typical white lie the nurse told, just as she'd told
my mother I was too young to feel pain. Now I realized
that I'd better get back to the office, and I shut
down the machine, carefully noting the readings on the
dials.
	My heart was beating quickly as I entered the office.
I saw down to think through the situation. I'd given
myself a reprieve, but what would happen next? The
only advantage I had was that I could return to the
past as often as I wished, and I decided that I'd be
better prepared tomorrow.
	I took lunch a few minutes early Tuesday morning, as
I'd seen that it was a slow day. I quickly zeroed in
on the day after the attempts at circumcising me, and
again saw my younger self strapped to the board, my
long-foreskinned penis on display. Now an older doctor
came in, and I assumed he was the head of the
department or the hospital director.
	"I don't know what happened here yesterday, but I
promise you that this morning this foreskin's going to
come off," he said to the nurse standing beside him. I
was better prepared this time, and as he picked up a
clamp I moved in right behind him and touched the
probes of a stun gun to the back of his neck. He
dropped like a rock without making a sound. I withdrew
to a corner and watched the alarmed nurse helping him
struggle to his feet. The stun gun was disabling but
not lethal.
	"I don't know what happened just now, but I'm going
ahead with it," he said. I quickly moved in behind him
and zapped him before he could reach for an
instrument. Again, he collapsed, and this time he
didn't get to his feet as quickly. When he did, he
left the room. I lingered in the room until a nurse
took me back to my mother. The medical director came
in and told my mother:
	"We won't be circumcising little Jack here." You can
take him home any time you wish." I took a deep breath
and shut down the machine. Before going upstairs I
decided to look at my penis. What I saw shocked me. I
was still circumcised, but it looked different. Once
my mind cleared from the shock, I remembered. A new
memory had come into my mind. My mother was telling
me:
 	"You weren't circumcised when you were born for some
reason. When you were three you had your tonsils out,
and the doctor did it then while you were asleep." I
looked down at my penis and saw that although the
foreskin was missing it looked different. It wasn't as
tightly cut, and when I turned it between my fingers I
saw that my gee-string was still there. Apparently the
doctor who'd taken out my tonsils had not been as
aggressive as the one who'd cut me as a baby.
	The afternoon passed slowly as I pondered this
development. I remembered that several of my boyhood
friends who hadn't been circumcised at birth had
suffered this at different times during childhood. At
the time doctors were waging an aggressive war against
foreskins and removing them at any opportunity.
	That evening Matt and I got into bed and into a "69"
position. We lapped at each other's pricks until they
were hard, and then Matt paused.
	"Your dick looks different," he said. "You didn't
have that gee-string under the head before and the
skin on your shaft was tighter. Am I imagining this?"
	"Don't worry about it" was all the answer I could
manage, and although this was unsatisfactory it didn't
stop our love-making. We sucked each other to orgasm,
one after the other, and when my turn came I found
that having my gee-string made my penis somewhat more
sensitive. Matt had noticed this.
	"You came faster than you usually do," he said. "Did
you enjoy it more?"
	"Oh, yes, it was wonderful," I replied. Matt still
seemed puzzled when we turned over and went to sleep.
	The following morning I again left early for lunch,
and downstairs I began the laborious search for myself
at age three. I didn't have a specific date, and had
to find it somehow. I began by zeroing in on the house
where I'd lived, and covering the bathroom. I saw my
mother giving me a bath at age three years and one
day, and observed that I still had my long foreskin. I
jumped forward six months, hoping to get a closer fix.
This time, I saw that my penis was circumcised. I
jumped back three months, and saw that my younger self
still had his foreskin. Now I jumped forward a month,
and saw the same thing. I must have had my tonsils out
between the fourth and sixth month, and I began
creeping forward, day by day.
	I'd advanced only a couple of weeks when I heard my
mother say to me as she washed me:
	"You're going to the doctor tomorrow," as if I could
understand her words. "He's going to take out your
tonsils and fix your pee-pee too." I jumped upon
hearing this. Now I knew I had to go to the next day
and follow my mother to find the place where I was to
be circumcised, and then intervene again. I shut down
the machine and went back to the office, where I ate
the sandwich I'd neglected in my eagerness to go
downstairs.
	The following day I again left for lunch early and
turned on the time machine. Setting it to the next
morning I saw my mother dress my younger self and take
me out to the car, where my father was waiting to
drive us to the hospital. I followed with the portal,
confident that they couldn't see me.
	"I'll be back in the afternoon to take both of you
home," he said to my mother as she stepped out of the
car at the entrance. Inside she checked in at a desk
and a nurse came out to take my younger self from her.
I knew that during the next few minutes I was going to
be really busy, but I also knew that if I couldn't
finish the job right then, there was always tomorrow.
	I followed the nurse as she took my into a treatment
room where presumably the doctor would remove both my
tonsils and foreskin. The nurse undressed me and had
me lie down on a table. At that moment the doctor
entered in surgical scrubs and said:
	"Okay, put him under and let's get on with the show."
He stared down at my long foreskin as he spoke,
perhaps anticipating the circumcision more than the
tonsillectomy. I'd decided during the night that I
wouldn't let anyone cut on me in any way, as I knew
that doctors had often removed tonsils unnecessarily
as well as foreskins. When the nurse began placing the
anesthetic mask over my face I zapped her in the neck,
dropping her off her stool.
	The doctor ran over to her and tried to help her up,
and that's when I zapped him too. I waited, and when
they roused themselves and left the room, I continued
to watch. I wasn't surprised when another doctor and
nurse entered.
	"I guess they both had seizures at the same moment,"
the doctor was saying. "Well, let's circumcise this
kid and take his tonsils out, and clear the room for
another patient."
	Just as he finished speaking I was already in
position, with the stun gun's electrodes touching the
back of his neck. I pressed the switch, and he went
down. I turned to the nurse, who was wide-eyed in
terror. Swinging behind her, I pressed the electrodes
into her neck and gave her the juice. I waited and
watched, until they both had gotten up and left the
room. Minutes later my mother entered and got me
dressed. I quickly opened my fly to see if I had a
foreskin, and was gratified to see and feel my helmet
sliding around inside a generous tube of skin.
	"We just don't feel we can do this here," a doctor
was telling my mother at the door to the room. "I
don't know what happened but we can't ignore the
danger to our staff." Another memory came to me, that
of my mother telling me that I was different from
other boys because I hadn't been circumcised. I
realized that I now had a new set of memories, of how
other boys were envious of my foreskin because they
lacked theirs. I remembered showing it off to them,
sliding the long hood up and down my helmet.
	As I headed for home I thought about Matt. What would
his reaction be when he saw my new and pristine state?
When I walked in I saw that he had bought a bucket of
fried chicken. Usually he cooked dinner, but this
evening he seemed troubled.
	"Anything wrong?" I asked as we sat down to eat.
	"We can talk about it later," he replied. "Just give
me some time to think about it." We finished the meal
and went into the bedroom, where Matt's eyes seemed
fixed on me as we undressed.
	"You're not circumcised," he exclaimed as I dropped
my boxer shorts.
	"No I'm not. I'm glad I'm not. I know how you feel
about circumcision."
	"Today I somehow got confused about that," he went
on. "I'm still confused. I was thinking about what we
might do this evening and suddenly I found I
remembered you as being circumcised like me, but also
uncircumcised, and it was really weird." Then I
realized what must have happened.
	"About what time did you have these two sets of
memories?" I asked.
	"Around the middle of the day," he said. I realized
that having my foreskin back had not only altered my
memories, but his as well, because now he remembered
me both ways. Also, the dual memories had occurred
right about the time I'd successfully prevented the
second attempt at cutting me.
	"Come on, sit down," I urged. "I've got a hell of a
story to tell you." He sat and as I sat beside him I
poured out the entire story for him. When I'd finished
he said:
	"Well, I'm really happy for you. I'm glad you escaped
circumcision. If I can't have a foreskin at least you
can. It's good for me, too, like when we tried
docking." I now recalled that incident. It had taken
place a few weeks after we'd met, and Matt had told me
that he'd always wondered what it would be like to
come with a foreskin over his mushroom. As I had
enough foreskin to cover both heads we'd tried it.
Matt was so worked up over the novel sensations that
he came first, and at that moment our front domes were
pressed tightly against each other.
	His first ejaculation had shot directly into my
pouting meatus, traveling several inches down my tube
like a hot jet, and this triggered my spasm. I howled
in ecstasy as my body responded, sending a torrent of
fluid searing its way up my prick. We'd been
enraptured by the sensations as we flooded my foreskin
until it ballooned out, until we'd drained ourselves.
Later, Matt had been fascinated when in the shower I
pinched the end of my foreskin shut as I urinated,
flushing the semen from my urethra, glans and
foreskin.
	"Tell me, Matt, you were cut at birth, that's what
you said, right?"
	"Yeah, that's what happened," he replied, not
immediately understanding the implications of my
question.
	"Okay, then, you know your birthday, but can you tell
me exactly where you were born?"
	"General Hospital," he replied.
	"I know where that is," I said. "I can pay you a
visit there tomorrow." His eyes widened as
understanding came to him. He hugged me tightly, and
we became aroused, he especially because the thought
of regaining his foreskin gave him a mental boost more
powerful than the physical stimulation.
	We faced each other on the bed, and I helped Matt
slip his mushroom tip inside my long hood, which
engulfed it right to the groove behind the rim. I felt
the hardness of his glans pressing urgently against
mine as he bucked his hips in excitement. Matt groaned
loudly as the first gush of fluid poured
uncontrollably from his prick, swirling around my
helmet and into the groove behind it. The hot fluid
triggered my orgasm, and now we were joined in mutual
rapture, draining ourselves in a spasm of physical and
mental relief.
	Later I asked him:
	"Can you take tomorrow off from work and come with
me? I'll need you to identify your mother in the
hospital." He said he could, and that he'd pack a
couple of sandwiches.
	The following day we went into the basement where the
portal machine was, and I turned on the power.
Manipulating the knobs, I took us back in time to the
day he'd been born and located the room where his
mother had stayed. A nurse came in holding a baby. I
closed in on the baby and we read his wristband. It
was him.
	"The doctor's aware you'd like to leave as soon as
possible, so we're going to do your boy first thing in
the morning," she said to his mother. "You should be
able to leave by ten." We both shuddered at her words
because we knew she was referring to Matt's impending
circumcision.
	"I hope you've still got the stun gun," he said as I
turned the knobs to advance the time. I nodded, and
began searching the hospital for the nursery, as I
knew that there was usually a side room set aside for
circumcisions.
	The local time was seven in the morning, and the
nursery came into view. One nurse was saying to
another:
	"We'll take this one first," pointing to a crib. "His
mother wants to take him home today." I adjusted the
zoom and we both read the name on the card attached to
the crib. This was Matt's younger self. The other
nurse picked him up and we followed her into a little
room with a table, where she removed his diaper and
strapped him to a padded board like the one that had
been used on me.
	"I've got a long foreskin too," Matt whispered to me.
	"That's nice, but remember that almost all babies
have long foreskins. That's to allow for growth" As I
spoke a doctor and another nurse entered and
approached the table, where a tray of surgical
instruments lay next to Baby Matt.
	"Good," he said. "I'm glad they laid out a Gomco tray
for me." He licked up a clamp and leaned over young
Matt. That's when I put the portal next to his neck
and zapped him with the stun gun. Like the others
before him, he dropped soundlessly to the floor.
Drawing back, I saw the nurse bending over him, a look
of concern on her face.
	"Help!" she shouted. "Cardiac arrest in here!"
Several nurses and another doctor arrived within
seconds, and they took the would-be circumciser from
the room. Despite the nurse's cry of "cardiac arrest"
I knew the doctor I'd stunned would be okay.
	"Now we wait," I explained to Matt. "They're bound to
try again." Minutes later another doctor and nurse
entered.
	"Well, I guess I have to finish this up," the doctor
proclaimed. "This kid's got lots of foreskin. He'll be
a couple of pounds lighter after I'm done with him,"
he laughed. His cavalier attitude irked me, and I knew
it did Matt too, as it was his foreskin the doctor was
discussing amputating.
	Now the doctor positioned himself in front of the
table, and as his hand reached for a clamp I zapped
him. He dropped straight down, his chin hitting the
edge of the table. I heard his teeth clicking together
and hoped that he'd broken or chipped a few. The
nurse, upon seeing this, ran out of the room in panic,
yelling incoherently.
	Soon several nurses entered, accompanied by yet
another doctor, and they carried the unconscious man
out. Again we waited, until we saw another team enter.
	"Damn! I don't know what's been happening in here,
but we've got to get this kid circumcised, and I mean
pronto!" the doctor said. This time I didn't even let
him approach the table, but gave him the juice where
he stood. As he fell forward, he went face-first into
a cabinet, ending up on his back. His nose was
bleeding heavily and I knew it was broken. I pulled
back from the portal to let Matt have a look, and he
smiled.
	"I hope this is it," I said to him. "We have to get
back upstairs soon."
	"I think it is," Matt replied, opening his fly. "My
cock feels different. Take a look." He pulled out his
penis and we saw that the mushroom head was now
shrouded with a long foreskin that extended an inch
beyond the end to form a nipple, much like mine. I saw
that Matt's eyes opened wide as a flood of new
memories came to him, and I reached to turn off the
power switch. We hugged fervently before heading up
the stairs, and Matt said to me:
	"I'll head on home now. "I'll stop at the store and
get some food and fix a really nice dinner for
tonight."
	Dinner consisted of prime rib, with a salad, and we
ate with gusto. Matt seemed slightly anxious, and when
I asked him if he were he replied:
	"Well, I'm just impatient to try out my new
foreskin." I was sure he had many memories of our
mutual foreskin play, as I remembered many times we'd
docked, sucked, and stretched our foreskins together,
but perhaps the memories weren't as vivid for him. We
cleaned up and went into the bedroom, where we
hurriedly stripped.
	We stood facing each other, and touched the foreskins
of our now hard pricks together. The overhangs dangled
in front of our tips, exquisitely sensitive, and we
played at "sword-fighting" for a couple of minutes.
Then we skinned back and rubbed our wet, glossy tips
together.
	"Let me dock you," Matt said. I knew he had enough
foreskin to do this perfectly, as my new memories
included several docking experiences with his
foreskin. We lay facing each other on the bed, the
domes of our naked tips pressed together, and Matt
slowly eased his lengthy foreskin down over my flaring
helmet. The warmth of his hood excited me as he
enveloped my glans, and soon I was thrusting gently as
he squeezed our tips through the fleshy shroud.
	We weren't in a hurry, as we'd learned from
experience that the longer we took to attain orgasm,
the more intense it would be. However, we were
super-excited because of the day's events, and it
wasn't long before I felt the familiar hot tingle in
my tip, and my eyes closed. I was breathing hard and
when the first spasm hit me I let out a long loud
groan of joy. I knew that my discharge was swirling
around his hot hard mushroom, and a second later Matt
howled and I felt his hot cream splash against the
dome of my helmet.
	Now we were both groaning and grunting as our bodies
strained against each other, our hot pricks awash in
hot cream. I felt Matt's mushroom slide over the top
of my helmet, and my front dome was pressed hard
against the root of his foreskin as it continued to
spit load after load into him.
	We lay very still, savoring the moment, long after
we'd drained ourselves. This had been the most intense
sexual experience of our lives, something we'd never
imagined doing until a couple of days ago. Being whole
again had brought our sexual lives up to a new
plateau, and we appreciated the gift.


The End