Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2012 22:21:32 +0100 (BST) From: Hasan Khan Subject: Cavaliers and Roundheads 3 Recap: Tim Snowden has followed Dr. Martin's instructions to the letter and seen to the treatment of Simon Butler's inflamed foreskin. Now he has to face a day of PE lessons but his mind is really elsewhere. Tim Snowden decided against wearing shorts that day and wore his loose tracksuit bottoms over the soft cotton jock which would comfortably allow the rise and fall of his dick. He enjoyed the feeling of his sensitive glans as it pressed against the jock and thought back to the times when he had gone for days and even weeks in the state of pretend roundhead. The experience of treating young Simon Butler had revived a hundred erotic memories in his head. Growing up in a small country town Tim had the first sight of what was inside his foreskin when at the age of five the county school's medical officer, a severe looking middle aged man, had stripped the foreskin back during a medical examination. Having his tiny cock manipulated was an image imprinted on his young mind. As child he worked his foreskin up and down whenever he could. At the urinals he played the games of piss high and watched carefully to see the variety of cocklets on display. His obsession was the little cock of his classmate, Julien. It had no skin on the end, just a cute little mushroom button. How Tim wanted to look like that. Perhaps the school doctor could do something to him and make his skin stay back forever. Through teenage years as his cock began to grow Tim was disappointed to see, that unlike many of his classmates, as observed in the showers after PE, his foreskin did not seem to be getting much shorter in relation to his cock head. Several lads by thirteen or fourteen already had a helmet which poked to the tip or even out of it. One rugby forward, by V Form, had his piss slit fully exposed ahead of a foreskin which slipped back of its own accord at the slightest hint of an erection. Meanwhile Tim's childhood anteater had become a spout which stretched and pulled itself open on erection but still covered his helmet. Secondary school had introduced him to the knowledge of circumcision in detail. Julien was joined by three others who had been cut. By the time cocks began to grow and hair sprout when the boys were in Form 2 Tim was already wanking to frenzy, picturing in his mind the cocks of his classmates. After months of fantasising about the question he eventually plucked up courage to find out the details of skinless cocks and asked Julien why he and Mark, Gerard and Philip had no foreskin. His friend replied that he didn't really know except that it had been done do him the year before he started primary school and that it was not a nice experience. The only thing he could remember was that one day his mother had seen him peeing and that as usual his little cock had swelled as his piss filled the skin inside. A visit to the doctor had followed and a few weeks later the hospital where he had been put to sleep and woke up in pain and a bandage around his cock. Neither of the boys knew the word phimosis but evidently that was what it was. The details of this medical condition were explained a few days later when Tim, by now excited to talk openly about about cocks and skins got himself next to Gerard in the school toilets and asked him outright why there was no skin on the end of his cock. Unperturbed by such forwardness, Gerard replied that the medical exam in the last year of primary school the doctor had tugged and pulled at his dick and said something about tight foreskin. A subsequent referral to the family doctor had involved more tugging and pulling but this time with a metal rod being pushed through the tiny opening of his foreskin. This time he heard the doctor say to his mother that it was definitely "phimosis" and that he would make a referral to the hospital. Like Julien he could recount no details of what exactly had happened except that after having been put to sleep he woke up feeling strange and itchy with his dick in a bandage. Gerard said the worst moment was two weeks later when he had the stitches pulled out by the nurse at the local surgery. He was on the whole happy with the result and though he knew that other boys sometimes stared he was content to be different. Tim Snowden, by the age of fourteen, had become obsessed with how this skin could be removed. Pictures in the school library's collection of National Geographic indicated that it was fairly common in Africa but never explained how this operation, which he now knew to be called "circumcision", was performed. That knowledge he only got after a visit to the reference section of the city library where voluminous encylopaedias gave him the details of Jewish bris, Islamic sunnet and tribal circumcisions in darkest Africa and around the world as well as the clinical details of circumcision in a hospital setting. By the time he was in VI Form Tim felt he knew as much about the details of foreskin surgery as he did about Economics and his other A level courses. His own foreskin still refused to shrink in relation to his knob. He envied his classmates who had had man sized bell ends poking from the foreskin but most of all he wanted to be one of the skinless minority, a member of that select group, exotic and distinctive in a world of foreskins. University days introduced to Tim to a wider world where foreskin and circumcision could be more freely talked or joked about: not least when someone like Smithers, a fellow athlete, managed to tear his foreskin in an enthusiastic night with his girlfriend. "Smi" returned from University Hospital walking gingerly after an emergency circumcision and was absent from the gym for several weeks. As a PE/General Studies student he was in the communal showers several times a week, not just with English lads but with a multi-national gathering of students who had come to London for their studies. Here he could discreetly study the Asian and African cocks of his teenage fantasies. In the third term of his second year Tim was selected for an American college exchange. A student from Freedom College, Chicago would take his place in hall in London and follow a term of English university education whilst he would be enrolled in a liberal arts programme and be allocated to a dorm on the Chicago campus. Arriving at Freedom College Tim Snowden was assigned to bunk in Lakes Dorm with a certain Joe Santucci. Joe was an easy going Politics major who opened the door to his visitor wrapped only in a bath towel, his dark thick hair still wet from the shower. After the polite pleasantries Tim presumed that his host would quickly go to dress. But no, Joe stretched out on his lounger, towel loose around his middle giving a wonderful display of firm dark thighs and a muscled chest, distinguished with dark brown aureoles and firm tits. Tim trying to sit sedately on a chair opposite Joe, made the expected small talk about London, the journey, the thrill of seeing America for the first time and so on. His mind however, was really on the cock and balls which formed a slight mound under Joe's towel. Was Joe circumcised? If so how deep was his scar ? Did he have that dark brown cut line that Tim had seen so often in imported wank mags. His own cock rose as he thought about the possibilities. The apartment had one double bedroom and late that evening the two new room-mates decided to call it a day having downed pizzas and beers. Tim went in first and stripped to his boxers to lay on the bed, wondering if he could get a glimpse of Italian American cock when Joe came in to join him. The temptation to caress his cock and balls as he did so was too much to resist, and so it was that when Joe did enter Tim had a hard on ready and waiting. Joe stripped off in a few moments leaving his jeans and top on the floor turning to Tim clad only in classic white briefs which bulged prominently above his muscular thighs and below an athlete's abdomen. "You go to sleep in underwear? Don't mind me, I hope you won't be put out. I prefer to go natural. Chicago nights can get sticky", Joe announced as he lowered his briefs and tossed them towards the jeans giving Tim a full on view of his sizeable cock. Pretending to be nonchalant about the matter Tim replied that he had no problems, which was not quite true. Joe Santucci was a pin up poster boy of American youth. His thick brownish cock hung a good four to five inches, radically circumcised it had a classic Gomco scar line almost half way down and was topped by a plum sized helmet. Tim was ready to cum just looking at it. When Joe turned to lay on his bed, displaying firm muscular buttocks Tim had to pretend to be ready for sleep by turning on his side so as not display his excitement. Half an hour later neither of the boys was asleep though Tim was drowsily stroking himself through the cotton boxers. It must have been the slight movement of his arm which prompted Joe to ask rather suggestively "You want some help with that?" Without a word Tim turned to face his room-mate, got up, lowered his boxers and moved over to Joe's bed. Nothing needed to be said. The silence was electric: Joe stared at the six inch foreskin covered cock whilst reaching down to his own organ to give it a tug. "Uncut Brit" he said to himself as he reached out to unveil the sticky knob, slowly drawing back the foreskin of Tim's throbbing cock. "You guys don't circumcise, do you?" he commented, "you might be good for some trade here in cut cock land". Joe was not quite sure if he was gay or bi-sexual. At twenty one still has the freedom to experiment and here was a perfect specimen of English manhood to try out. "Gomco'ed" at birth, Joe had something of a fetish for foreskin just as Tim had tortured himself about the pains and thrills of circumcision. They were made for each other. That night, blow jobs and deep fucks exhausted the two of them. How many times did Joe's tongue lap its way into Tim's foreskin, suck it down, flick at the frenum and tease the piss slit to the point of orgasm ? How often did Tim caress the plum helmet of his host and lick around the scar line of the circumcision ? Both were ass virgins but before mid-night struck from the campus bell tower Joe had plunged his thick seven inches into Tim's tight English hole, driving at it like a piston, occasionally pulling out to give his new friend the benefit of the thrill as his massive helmet punctured once more the bud of his ass. For Tim with his slightly smaller cock his first fuck brought them both new sensations. The foreskin was long enough to cover the hard bell end and it was eased back by the lips of Joe's ass only as it pushed its way in. At first it was like being wanked by a third hand but eventually as Tim's cock got into a rhythm it peeled back down his shaft and he had the first time pleasure of cockhead gliding in and out Joe's tight ass. If the first night was anything to go by then Tim's stay in America was certainly going to be memorable. In fact it only increased his frustration about his uncut status. Day after day, showering at the sports facility and night after night enjoying the delights of Joe Santucci , Tim Snowden was confronted with the problem of how he might one day manage to get himself circumcised, coming as he did from a place where only Jews, Muslims and boys with problems were put under the knife. Returning to his college in London for the third of four years on a B.Ed course Tim decided that the best option would be an appointment at the Student Medical Centre. Sitting in front of a youthful looking but middle aged doctor he hesitatingly said that he had problems "down there". His foreskin was always damp, smegma built up too quickly and should not his foreskin be shorter than it was at the age of twenty one. Why did it still cover his glans when erect. Should he be considered for a circumcision? "Perhaps we should have a look. Just jump up on the exam table and lower your trousers and underpants." instructed the medic. Tim was too nervous about the situation to get the slightest hint of an erection and lay there somewhat tense as the doctor lifted his four inch penis with its spout of foreskin and considered from several angles before gently gliding back the offending prepuce: first to the corona and then well back beyond the sulcus to expose the pink inner skin. There were a couple of flakes of smegma but nothing that caused the medic concern. Explaining to Tim that penises came in all shapes and sizes (as if the student did not know that already) he said that retractability did not seem to be a problem and proved it by pulling and pushing the skin backwards and forwards over the glans several times. Now this was enough to produce the feared erection and Tim closed his eyes in shame as the doctor watched his organ rise to its full six inches. True to form the glans was mostly covered by the skin. The College doctor very gently pulled it back to reveal the trobbing glans and then satisfied that it could be replaced, even in stiff erection suggested that Tim pull up his pants and return to the desk for a few moments. "Mr. Snowden I should tell you that there is absolutely nothing amiss with your penis, including the foreskin. It is perfectly normal and all you need to do is pay daily attention to hygiene." Tim's erection was quickly diminishing as the doctor continued, "Circumcision is a medical procedure, not be entered upon lightly and to be truthful only in cases of absolute medical necessity. The Health Service does not provide unnecessary surgery as would be the case here. Please do not worry yourself needlessly. You are a perfectly, normally developed young man. Tim rather embarrassed now by the whole situation thanked the doctor for his time and advice and sheepishly made his way out of the consulting room, hoping that he would not have to face the man again. The doctor must have thought him terribly naive or stupid to have made such an appointment. At the same time he had far too fearful to talk about his secret passion and plead with a reluctant medic for the surgery. What would the doctor have thought about such a perversion. He would probably have finished up being sent to a shrink! This it was that Tim Snowden went through the rest of his college career entertaining fantasies and enjoying the occasional one night stands, preferably with Africans, Turks and Pakistanis, the most likely ones to have been through what he so desired. His favourite trick was a nineteen year old Turk, Kemal, who willingly and graphically would tell the story of his sunnet, held down by paternal uncles, as his foreskin was sliced. Tim was always leaking pre-cum before they ploughed each other to the hilt, Kemal wanking Tim's foreskin to the limit as they did so. After graduation Tim had the good fortune to land his first appointment, Highdown Preparatory, thanks to an old uncle who had known the Headmaster, since their own days together at University. A word in the right place was the least he could do,knowing that Tim had no real desire to end up in some wretched inner city comprehensive with scrofulous and delinquent teenagers. No Highdown would be fine. Small classes, genteel atmosphere and a reasonable academic reputation. Tim Snowden was now almost at the end of his second year and whilst he had kept his hands to himself, at least as far as the boys were concerned he had spent too many hours dreaming about their cocks and cocklets, the cut and the uncut. Now he had this wretched torture of twice daily attending to Butler. The days of treatment for Butler were at last working and the last spots of inflamed redness had disappeared from the inside of his foreskin and little pink head. Butler himself was getting increasingly anxious about what lay ahead. Knowing that the coming Friday was his scheduled for his surgery he determined that he should enjoy the thrills of his pullover for one last time before his life would be changed. On Thursday afternoon, before seeing Mr. Snowden for the last time Simon sought out Nelson Ajubu, on the pretext of going over some Maths prep. For the second time in less than two weeks Simon was in School Wood with his pants around his knees, this time massaging the crotch of the handsome Nigerian, who by everyone's agreement had the largest cock in the class. Taking hold of Nelson's hand he placed it on his own dick giving Nelson the hint to wank him slowly. The African, who had never known what it was to have a foreskin was perhaps an expert at this, for he sensed the possibilities of retraction: quick, quick, slow, quick, helmet just exposed followed by a firm skinning far down the shaft. Simon's long and flexible foreskin offered infinite variations on the up down mechanics of a wank. In response Simon fingered, rubbed and massaged the firm purple black helmet of his class mate, running his finger around the edge of the crown and then underneath it exploring the place where foreskin had once been joined to the cock. Unlike with James, there was no ugly scar to kiss better, this was a perfect cock, as if the boy had been born without a foreskin. Pausing for a few moments Simon said "Do you think the doctor will make my dick like yours. I can't bear the thought of it looking like Carlton's. He's my friend and all that but his cut is so ugly, it's almost as awful as Faizabad's. They both look as if they've been tortured." "Don't worry. I'm sure he will make you look beautiful. I imagine he knows how to sculpt a work of art. My up country cousins had a traditional initiation last year when I was home for the vacation. You really would think it was torture: no hospital, no doctor, just an old man with a knife but their dicks are perfect, almost like mine! Really you mustn't worry. You'll be a special man afterwards." Somewhat reassured Simon returned to business and lowering his blond head to the dark black groin, opened his lips to take the heavy purple black plum into his mouth. Nelson though enjoying their playtime, was not at that moment completely stiff but as Simon's tongue careesed his helmet his solid African cock rose to its greatest, its glans swelling up so much wider than the already thick shaft. Simon could take not much of it into his mouth, but enthusiastically his began to work the black cock in and out through his lips and even dared to tongue the broad piss slit. Such attentions encouraged Nelson to reciprocate. He once again began his variations of skinning Simon's foreskin up and down and even stretched it out far enough to insert a finger towards the leaking piss slit and massage the reddish head with the silvery pre-cum before vigorously wanking the long skin as far as it would stretch. Teenage spunk was now not slow in pumping its way out of their tight ball sacs. Simon, ultra sensitive as always came first but not without Nelson being able to quickly draw up the foreskin and trap the creamy spunk inside the soon to be excised foreskin. As he himself shot his African juice over Simon's lips, he slowly released the cum swollen foreskin and let the cream trickly onto his dark hand. In the next episode, Simon is once again with Dr Martin. Tim Snowden unburdens himself to Dr. Martin and some relief is promised. All of this is pure fiction, any resemblance to real life characters is accidental except for Tim Snowden himself, whose experience of foreskin and circumcision is not unlike to my own. No, I am not a PE teacher! Jeremy.