Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2012 20:54:14 +0100 (BST)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Cavaliers and Roundheads 4

Lessons finished at 3pm for the boys of Highdown Prep on Friday afternoons
and a quarter of an hour later Butler and Hammond were standing outside Tim
Snowden's office with overnight bags in hand ready for their weekend stay
in the school san. Tim had changed into loose chinos and a sports shirt
rather than run the risk of embarrassing himself in wearing shorts of track
suit bottoms. He looked forward to and dreaded at the same time what he
knew he was about to witness. It took the party of three only five minutes
to cross over to the san, Tim trying to make encouraging noises about not
to worry, everything will be fine and the promise,

"I'll keep an eye on you over the weekend and you'll be OK for school on
Monday." With a nervous laugh he added "But I think we'll be keeping you
off games for a couple of weeks."

Tim left the boys in the hallway and announcing himself went straight in to
meet up with Dr. Martin.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Snowden. I hope you don't mind all this but it's
better to have someone at hand even for minor surgery. Perhaps you might
even hold the boys' hands while we get the injections done. Let them
squeeze on you, it's not terribly pleasant having a syringe pushed into the
penis. Once that's done everything is plain sailing."

"I'm sure I can manage that, Doctor" replied Tim, "They are after all still
young, and I don't think either of them has ever been in hospital. In my
day tonsils were still being whipped out regularly but I believe the
fashion for circumcision had disappeared."

"Very true" replied Dr. Martin "I am afraid with some unfortunate results,
as we are dealing with today. Now do call in young Butler: his case is the
easiest."

Simon hesitantly entered the surgery and looked around him. His eyes fixed
upon a stainless steel table set next to the white sheeted examination
couch: on it were laid out a selection of scissors, forceps, probes,
syringes and a bottle of orange liquid. The display was completed by balls
of cotton wool in a glass bowl and a selection of bandages and tubes of
ointments. His heart began to beat fast as he dared to imagine how all
these things could be necessary to deal with his foreskin and it was only
the voice of Dr. Martin that pulled him out of his terror.

"Now young Simon. Don't be worried. You are not going to feel anything this
afternoon once you've had a tiny injection. You might want to close your
eyes or look away while I do your little operation and when it's all done
Mr. Snowden will make sure you get some tablets to stop any hurting or
soreness. All right, young man? Well then, why don't you take your shoes
and socks off, get out of your pants and hop up on the table and then we
can make a start. You can leave your shirt on. We'll just tuck it up a bit
around your tummy."

The Doctor sounded so calm and gentle that Simon felt just a bit better
about what was going to happen. He did as he was told and within a few
moments was laying on the examination couch, naked from the waist down with
his legs ever so slightly apart, the teenage genitals hanging in the gap of
his crotch. Tim stood to one side of the "operating table" with Dr. Martin
opposite, next to his table of instruments. Taking the bottle of cleansing
fluid he soaked a ball of cotton wool and leaned down to pull back the
boy's foreskin, wiping it in every direction, turning the skin and glans
dark orange. Satisfied that every tiny fold of flesh had been cleansed he
pulled up the foreskin and repeated the process along the length of the
shaft.

"Now Simon, you hold on to Mr. Snowden's hand while I give you your
injection", suggested Dr. Martin as he picked up one of the syringes. Simon
clinched his teacher's hand but still moaned with a long AHHHH as the
hypodermic sank into the right hand side of the shaft of his penis.

"Please. Don't. It hurts" he begged as the needle stung its way into
him. As the plunger went down it got worse and tears began to form in the
corners of his eyes. Tim instinctively put his right hand to the boys
forehead and caressed it, unable to say a word, given his own emotion at
this moment. In a few moments the syringe was pulled out and the boy gasped
as it pulled back out through the skin of his cock.

"Just once more" announced Dr. Snowden. Squeezing tight the boy's hand with
his own right hand, Tim Snowden pressed down on Simon's shoulder with his
left at the moment the hypodermic pierced the penis for a second time "Hold
on tight" whispered the Doctor as the needle pierced the delicate shaft
skin on the other side. This time Simon let out a loud scream which Tim
hoped was inaudible to young Mark Hammond, sitting in the waiting
room. Though he doubted it. An agonising minute and it was finished.

"There, there. It's all over now." murmured Dr. Martin whilst Tim wiped the
eyes of the tearful adolescent and gently stroked his arm and
shoulder. "We'll just wait a few minutes for that to take effect" and he
turned away to wash his hands leaving the tearful boy and his teacher for a
brief while. Tim began to think, is this what it's really about ? This was
a far cry from his erotic reveries about Kemal, held by the uncles bravely
submitting to the knife in Instanbul.

Returning to Simon, who was now reasonably dry-eyed, the doctor massaged
the penis up from the base before letting it drop for a moment. Turning
away he studied and reorganised some of the instruments on the table. Once
more he took the penis in his hand and slowly palpitated it once more along
the length of the shaft.

"I think we might be ready now." "Can you feel anything, Simon?" he
enquired, whilst pinching the penis skin with what looked, to the boy, like
a pair of pliers.

"No doctor. It's gone all cold. It's like it's not there anymore." Simon
replied nervously as if some part of his body was now missing. How strange
not to be able to feel your dick, he thought.

"Good, good" Just a few minutes and it will all be done. "Don't you
worry. You'll be fine." assured the Doctor calmly. With that the Doctor
pulled up the penis, retracted the skin behind the glans, looked at it for
a moment, and then pulled the loose foreskin up as far as he could stretch
it beyond the glans before letting it fall to rest. Taking a pen he drew a
line two thirds the way around the shaft, a quarter of an inch or so below
the bulge of the glans. Lifting the three inch penis he continued the line
on the underside before once more letting the organ drop.

Tim Snowden was still gently stoking the boys arm and looking down realised
instinctively what was going to happen next. He suggested to Simon that it
would be better to turn his head to one side and close his eyes for the
next few moments. He himself, watched in amazement as Dr. Martin proceeded
to grasp the foreskin and stretch it forward for what seemed like an
impossible length before clamping it in a strong pair of forceps at the
line, which was now very obviously ahead of the glans.

"I am going to leave this on for a couple of minutes. It will crush some of
the tissue and make the rest of the job easier. Just you hold on to the
lad's hand. There's no problem here."

By now Tim was over the upset of Simon's tearfulness and beginning to feel
that, yes, after all circumcision was not only a good thing but a
wonderfully erotic aspect of a man's life. The years of fantasy were, it
seemed to him, leading up to this. Unfortunately it was not himself on the
table.

Having let the forceps crush the flesh between their blades, Dr. Martin
chose a scalpel from the selection on the table. In a moment it was
done. He pulled the foreskin up from the forceps, lifting the penis in the
process, and with one slice of the blade severed the prepuce. By some
miracle of pain killer Simon did not even twitch. Which was more than could
be said for his teacher, who by now had a half hard cock leaking freely
into his boxers.

"Perfect" murmured Dr. Martin, as he opened the forceps and watched the
skin of Simon's penis slide down over the glans. It came to rest almost
half way down the shaft with a narrow ring of pink tissue running evenly
around the penis. A few small spots of blood began to appear but the Doctor
quickly staunched them with surgical pencil.

"Mr. Snowden. The last procedure will make your coming job a lot
easier. I'm not going to stitch the wound. I have become more and more
impressed by the qualities of surgical glue available on the medical
market. Perhaps you should have some for your First Aid Box for
emergencies. A line of this glue around the wound will seal it, keep it
clean and hold the edges together whilst the scar forms. When the glue
begins to dissolve in a few days all you will have to do is give the boys a
tube of antibacterial ointment and they can look after themselves. The
biggest problem I have always found with late circumcisions is the lasting
reminder of surgery in the form of a lumpy scar line, often made ugly by
uneven stitching. As you can imagine, it's not too easy trying to sew
around a soft tube of flesh. What. Well, let's get on with it. Simon, do
you want to see how things are. Here we are. Don't be frightened. Its all
over........ I'm just going

 to put this special glue on you."

With that, Dr. Martin liberally applied the thick clear glue around the
site of the circumcision, making the wound sparkle in the light which
reflected off the shiny adhesive. Leaving it for a few moments to dry in
the cool air of the surgery, he then finished off his work by wrapping a
few inches of gauze loosely around the site of the surgery, leaving Simon's
helmet exposed once and for all.

The teenage acorn already sat proudly crowning the shaft, speading its edge
just slighty beyond the circumference of the penis. Yes, this will look
good the boy thought remembering what Ajubu had told him a day ago.

"I think Mr. Snowden could hand you your football shorts. No need for
underpants for a couple of days. Once you're on your feet you can go and
rest in the san dorm. Have you brought your books and games ? I hope the
weekend won't be too long for you. Mr. Snowden will bring you some tablets
later on......." The Doctor's easy going chatter made Simon feel all the
better and rather embarrassed now for having screamed and cried when he had
been given the injections.

 A few minutes later, Simon, barefooted and with his white school shirt
hanging out over the black football shorts, was passing by Hammond who was
seated nervously on the edge of his chair in the hallway. Stopping for a
moment he grinned at Mark and with a thumbs up cheerfully announced "It's
not too bad. Good luck", before disappearing with Mr. Snowden through the
door into the san dorm.

Five minutes later Mark was laid out in the surgery with Tim Snowden
gripping the boy tightly around the shoulders, as he howled and screamed
when the hypodermic filled his little phimosed cocklet with
lidocaine. Dr. Martin decided to wait for a full five minutes before
injecting a third dose on the underside of the penis a little way down from
the V of the glans.

"Mr. Snowden, perhaps you could be of assistance for a few moments. This
case is a little more complicated" Dr. Martin picked up a pair of forceps
and grasped the tight little spout of skin on one side of the penis, locked
the forceps and then did the same on the other side. Pulling the two
forward he stretched the foreskin away from Mark's groin and holding the
instruments signalled to Tim to come and hold them steady. Tim felt his
legs tremble beneath him as he did as the doctor had requested.

How many times had he fantasised about himself on the table as the one to
be initiated into the select club of roundheads in a country of
cavaliers. His beating heart and the perspiration not only on his forehead
but down in his groin, threatened to betray him. His cock began to thicken
as he looked down to watch Dr. Martin introduce a long thin pair of
surgical scissors into the tiny gap between the foreskin and cockhead.

The doctor carefully pushed one blade to the point where he the sulcus to
be and brought down the top blade of the scissors in one deft movement,
splitting the foreskin in two. Tim felt the change in tension of the
forceps as the grey pink helmet began to emerge from its prison.

"Very good, Mr. Snowden. If you release the catches and remove the forceps
I think we can proceed." Taking another pair of forceps for himself,
Dr. Martin lifted up on flap of skin and began to cut it away following the
upward line of the little gland until he reached the frenum . Doing the
same on the opposite side he declared himself satisfied that all was
perfect and decided to leave the now freed frenum band in place.

Mark's circumcised penis oozed only a few drops of blood and Tim was amazed
to see how neatly the cut was symmetrical around the base of the helmet. A
liberal application of surgical glue, a not too tight bandage, and it was
finished. At least for the boys.

Within a few minutes Mark was stretched out on a bed in the sanatorium dorm
chatting to Simon. Both agreed that nothing could compare to the pain of
having needles stuck into your dick and said that Mr. Snowden had been a
good sport in being there to hold them tight.

Back in the surgery Tim Snowden was getting his instructions from
Dr. Martin about dosages of anti-biotics and painkillers. "An adult dose of
ibuprofen every four hours for the next two days should do the trick. I'll
leave these tubes of antibacterial ointment with you. Give them to the boys
when they leave the san and tell them to put it on themselves morning,
afternoon and bedtime to keep the wound clean. I'll come back on Sunday
afternoon and remove the bandages. I dare say you could do that yourself
but I'll come along all the same and check that everything is healing up
properly."

Tim having witnessed the two circumcisions was by now in a state of
emotional turmoil. What should he do? Did he have the courage to pour out
his secret torment to the doctor sitting so calmly at the desk. What would
the man think of him if he told him about his secret shame, his dreadful
obsession and the fantasies he had entertained for more than ten
frustrating years. Tim, putting down the bad of tablets and tubes, decided
that it had to be now or never.

"Doctor, there's something I need to talk to you about before you
go. Perhaps you will be able to help me. I know it sound's stupid,
but......."

Tim poured it out: the primary medical, the dreams about his circumcised
school mates, the teenage obsessions, the embarrassing visit to the college
medical centre and how the last ten days of treating young Simon had been
pure torture for him.

Dr. Martin listened attentively, in silence, never once trying to fill the
awkward silences whilst Simon told his wretched story. When at last the
young teacher seemed to have come to the end of his recital, the doctor,
calmly said ,

"Well, well, old chap. You are not the first to have such problems and I
suppose you will not be the last. It all very well to say `it's all in the
mind' but you are the one who lives it and I do believe we could do
something for you, if you really wish. I tell you what, just stand up and
lower your pants. We'll take a look and see what can be done."

Hardly able to believe what he was hearing, Tim got to his feet and with
slightly trembling hands, undid his belt, unbuttoned the chinos, let them
fall and then lowered his briefs down to his ankles. Dr. Martin gazed at
the genitals: a loose scrotum with two solid testicles hanging in the sac
and a four inch uncircumcised penis with a small but boyish spout of
foreskin protruding beyond the glans. The shaft he would have described as
solid rather than thick, with only a slight ridge at the crown edge of the
glans outlined under the foreskin.

Placing his thumb and forefinger midway along the glans, Dr. Martin gently
pulled back the foreskin a fraction to open the bud of the prepuce and
expose the meatus. As he did so, he noticed some small white lines of
scarring which increased in length as he continued to pull the prepuce down
over the glans. The penis was perfectly clean though a little slippery
under the foreskin: the pre-cum that had leaked out during the past
hour. Retracting the foreskin as far as he could down the shaft of Tim's
penis, Dr. Martin lifted the organ and satisfied himself that the frenum
was normal. Still without saying a word to indicate his thoughts or
observations, the doctor began to manipulate the foreskin up and down
several times, covering and uncovering Tim's purple glans before finally
pulling the skin up and giving it a quick tug away from the groin. Once
more, the offending spout of foreskin was in its usual position, just
slightly distended this time, in

 reaction to the doctor's handling. Tim's shaft was almost at half cock and
the crown of his helmet, a little more prominent under the skin.

"Fine. Fine. You can pull up your pants now and we'll have a talk about
what to do."

"As you already know, there is absolutely nothing amiss with your
penis. Everything is perfectly normal but I do understand your
predicament. One thing though, the scarring on the inside of your
foreskin. You had an accident with your zipper?"

Tim could have replied "Yes" but having recounted the intimate details of
his `foreskin history' decided that a final revelation could hardly
embarrass him further. "Not exactly, Doctor."

And so the story came out about how one night, after an evening of vigorous
wanking, blow jobs and ass ploughing with Kemal, his university
acquaintance, Tim had multilated himself. Back in his college room he had
stripped, shaved his pubis almost bare and then started to draw the double
blade razor lightly across the bud of his foreskin. There was no pain, just
a slight tingling. Drops of blood began to appear as Tim's mind wandered to
Instanbul, dreaming of Kemal's sunnet. Imagining the moment when the knife
would slice, he very determinedly drew the razor once more across the tip
of the foreskin, dropped the Gillette and pulled back his foreskin as hard
as possible to watch the blood trickle around the shaft.

Having revealed his worst secret and probably convincing the doctor once
and for all that he was incurably crazy, Tim added that he had then wanked
himself to a frenzy before cleaning up and having second thoughts about
what he had done.

"Well, well my poor chap. That really is awful. I suppose you were lucky
not to get yourself infected. But all the same, it does seem to indicate
that this problem is not going to go away too quickly. Listen. I can either
come back next week and perform a circumcision for you. Or we can do it
now. I believe I have sufficient lidocaine in the fridge."

Tim's heart missed a beat as tears welled in his eyes and he managed to
whisper "Today doctor. I don't want to wait any longer. I've got the
weekend and I'll sort out something in school once Monday comes. Let's just
do it now."

"I presume that you would be happy with a forceps cut, like young Butler's,
though perhaps we'll take it a little further down for you. I should think
you have stopped growing by now" the doctor quipped, with a wry smile on
his face. "Don't worry, it will all turn out fine. We'll use the surgical
glue, you can have a box of codeine as well as the other pills and potions,
and in a few weeks you'll have what you've always
wanted."......................

Simon gripped the edges of the operating table as Dr. Martin injected the
painkiller into the base of his cock and watched open eyed as the operation
proceded, hardly able to believe that this was really happening. At the
moment of the excision of the prepuce he flinched, ever so slightly,
content all the same to share a little the pain of his old friend Kemal. As
the forceps were released and his skin slid back down over his helmet he
took a deep breath as what promised to be a dull ache grew around the
mid-shaft. Gluing and dressing over, Dr. Martin suggested he lay on the
couch for a while, just to rest, before getting dressed and leaving.

A MONTH LATER

Early on a Saturday evening Tim Snowden was lazing in front of the TV,
sipping a beer, still dressed in football shorts and a Chelsea top after
having spent the afternoon doing an extra games session for the boys who
preferred football to the rugger that was the school's regular game. Having
left the boys to shower and change he had locked his office and come back
to the flat he had in one of the old houses on the school property. There
were three bachelor men with single occupancy and two flats for those who
were willing to share. Intending to shower and change later, he let the
time drift by enjoying the Castel while watching a mindless quiz show.

He was brought to attention by the intercom buzzer which linked his flat to
the front door. "Hello. Peter Martin here. May I come up?" Tim was taken
aback for a moment wondering who was there. The voice sounded like
Dr. Martin but the Doctor had never once used his first name in speaking of
himself.

"Dr. Martin?" he replied through the intercom.

"Yes. It's me. Hope I'm not disturbing you"

"Not at all. Do come on up"

By the time Dr. Martin was halfway up the stairs, Tim had opened the door
and stepped out to greet his surprise visitor. How relaxed the man looked
in smart chinos, a deep blue shirt and holding a bottle bag in one hand.

"Do come in Doctor. Make yourself comfortable" said Tim gesturing to the
sofa. "Please excuse my appearance. I've been rather lazy since coming back
from the pitch."

Tim then sat himself down at the other end of the sofa and the two made
small talk for ten minutes or so about the sports teams, the upcoming
Senior School examinations and the forthcoming school art, music and drama
weekend, when parents traditionally visited to enjoy the talents of their
offspring.........Tim wondered why he should be getting this visit.

Dr. Martin had, as arranged, been back to Highdown on the Sunday afternoon
after performing the circumcisions on Butler, Hammond and Tim. Each one in
turn had spent a few minutes in the surgery for the bandages to be removed
and fresh ointment applied. In each case the doctor had pronounced himself
extremely satisfied with the results, even if all three shafts were still
rather bruised and sore looking. Tim's most all: it looked as if it had
been locked in a vice, turning it various shades of blue, black and
purple. Still, the wound was holding together nicely and Dr. Martin was
sure that within a few days the swelling would be gone and the healing well
advanced. Now he was in Tim's flat and looking forward to enjoying the
fruits of his surgical skills.

"Good to know that all is well with Highdown. I do hope our Form Fives have
all got the places they want for next year," declared Dr. Martin "but
really it's for you that I've turned up. It's not too often that I
circumcise a grown man. I've brought this bottle for us to drink to your
new status. It's a twenty year old malt, I'm sure you will appreciate it.
And by the way do call me Peter. Doctor is for the office."

"How kind of you. I don't know how to express my gratitude. It's me who
should be offering you a token of appreciation. I would never have imagined
how quickly I'd better ready for work but even better, I do seem to be less
distracted now whenever the boys are changing. I went off to the local
sports gym this week for the first time and felt quite superior in the
changing room, proud of my cut and feeling sorry for the uncircumcised
crowd in there."

As Tim spoke Peter Martin began to stroke his crotch in expectation of
pleasures to come and idly questioned, "I wonder how Butler and Hammond are
progressing with their skinned dicks?" Tim was shocked to hear the doctor
refer to his patients with such informality but having seen them naked in
the changing room only the previous day was able to reply that he was very
impressed by the results of the surgery. "I'm sure they will have had a
wank or two by now," continued Peter Martin. "It doesn't take teenagers
long to learn a new technique, in my experience."

This sudden change in the conversation was not without effect on Tim's
cock, which was now rising in the shorts and visibly tenting them. Peter
Martin looked across and smiled whilst edging himself closer to Tim. "I
fancy they can always get a few lessons from Ajubu and Grimes or Faizabad
and Carlton. My dear, I must tell you that African boy is built like a
prince. He spurted into my hand before I could even finish examining
him. Imagine that if you will. Of course, he was not the only one. Redmond
and Williams, uncircumcised, managed to ejaculate without even getting to a
full erection. Their foreskins were remarkably pliable, if rather long."

Tim by now was slowly and firmly massaging his groin as he pictured the
details that the doctor was describing.  Indeed, Redmond and Williams had
probably the longest foreskins in Form Five but they were presumably
happier with them than he had been with his teenage overhang. The thought
of Ajubu teaching new skills to Simon Butler was almost enough to make him
cum on the spot. It did not take much imagination to see Nelson and Simon
comparing cocks, first flaccid and then erect before wanking each other
silly.

Peter Martin reached over to Tim's groin and with words reminiscent of
Santucci murmured "You should have some help with that" as he caressed the
swollen groin before pulling down the football shorts over the considerable
erection. Instinctively, Tim reached over and began to undo the chinos the
doctor was wearing and slip them down the sturdy legs before grabbing the
black briefs and pulling them down to reveal the doctor's rampant cock.

Here was a cock to equal any Tim had ever encountered. Peter Martin's organ
rose majestically to a good eight inches, the swollen purple crown sitting
on top of a circumcised shaft, a broad dark scar, separating the outer skin
from the inner almost half way down. The contrast in colours spoke of a
radical piece of surgery performed well after adolescence.

Within moments the two were naked in a sixty nine position on the sofa
sucking away at each other as if their lives depended upon it. As they
licked around scars, probed piss slits and ran their tongues around swollen
helmet edges the two men fell into an ecstasy of circumcised eroticism. As
lips engaged and shafts were suckled they dreamed, each in their own way,
of the impact of this simple surgery on the sexuality of men. It did not
take too long for Tim, for the first time since his circumcision, to swell
to his greatest, feel the tension in his groin and the throb in his shaft.
Pinching his own nipples hard, digging his fingers into the sensitive tips
he willed the doctor to bring him to climax and quickly shot his copious
load into Peter Nelson's mouth, ready to receive the reciprocal explosion,
which erupted in an instant.

Tim and Peter steadied themselves, arms around each other as tears welled
up in Tim's eyes. Why should he cry at a moment like this? Perhaps Peter
would understand, he hoped he would, having heard the shameful secrets of
Tim's journey towards the circumcision, which Peter had himself
performed. As they hugged one another in the half light of the evening, the
world for both seemed far away, as thoughts and emotions were brought to
some resolution of emotional conflict.

The middle aged, yet youthful looking doctor and the twenty four year old
teacher, held each tight for many minutes, before Peter suggested, "Let's
drink to this." He got up, cock still swollen, to reach for the bottle on
the occasional table, whilst Tim pointed to a cabinet where he kept his
crystal tumblers.

As they sipped the smooth amber malt and slowly cleansed their mouths and
throats of the saltiness of cum the two men continued to cuddle and fondle
wondering what might lead to what as the evening drew on. Conversation, for
a while at least, turned to the merits of one Scottish liqueur compared to
another. Tim told Peter about the joys of childhood holidays in the
Highlands and how his father had explained some of the mysteries of whisky
production, the subtle differences that were the results of one spring of
water compared to another or the quality of the land where the grain was
produced. Dr. Nelson could not have chosen a more appropriate gift than
this. Peter told Tim about how his family had explored the Western Isles
one year and the Greek Isles the next, when he was a child. As memories of
Greece surfaced, Peter began to massage his crotch once more, stimulating a
hard on as he talked about the naked youths on the naturist beaches he
parents

 favoured and the magnificent foreskinned penises to be viewed on ancient
pottery in the museums. Greece was not a place which knew circumcision.

Tim began to think of the afternoon as a student on holiday, spent in a
sauna on Kos, uncut among the uncut. What fun he had had getting his tongue
in to foreskins even longer than his. Such handsome youths and men, dark
haired and olive skinned, and every last one them sporting a prepuce worthy
of a classical statue. He wondered if anyone had ever made a comparative
study of races in relation to lengths and shapes of foreskins. Greece had
been a definite contrast to his one and only visit to the Far East, when
after graduation he had been enchanted by the short tight foreskins of the
orientals. By now he too was massaging as growing erection, whilst enjoying
the rich Highland malt.

Almost by telepathic instinct, Peter and Tim put down their glasses at the
same moment and grasped one another, to tweeze and pinch each other's
swollen tits whilst bring their lips together for some deep whisky
flavoured kisses. Their embrace eventually loosened, as Peter eased himself
forward to present his perspiring ass to the cock head which he had only
one month ago been so pleased to circumcise. Positioning himself, chest to
chest, with his legs spread far apart over Tim's groin he slowly lowered
himself onto the teacher's cock.

Tim needed no instruction on what to do next. Lowering his hands to Peter's
hips, he guided him to the glowing cock head. In a moment the swollen glans
was at the entrance to Peters slick hole. Peter wanted to push down onto
Tim's erection and Tim thought of nothing but thrusting himself into the
doctor. The pain and pleasure for both for simultaneous as Tim's barely
healed circumcised cock ploughed into Peter's moist ass chute. Up and down
they rode. Unencumbered by foreskin, Tim's cock pushed in and out: half
way, to the hilt, deep towards the prostrate of his doctor and then
completely out to be cooled by the air for a second before plunging back
in, just a quarter, almost half and then the full seven inches of thick
shaft.

For what seemed like an eternity for both of them, they rode like cowboys
on the plain: Tim considerate as always, alternately wanking his partner
and squeezing the doctor's dark brown tits whilst plunging the slippery ass
tube to the extreme. With his mind flying backwards and forwards between
the present moment, the delights of the nights with Santucci and Kemal, his
foreskin adventures in Greece and the now circumcised cocklet of Simon
Butler, Tim eventually groaned aloud and shot his load into Dr. Martin's
muscular ass.

Tim was not an un-considerate lover. Having slowly withdrawn his dick from
the doctor who had transformed his life, he went down once more onto
Peter's massive penis. His lips and tongue savoured the pre-cum emerging
from the wide piss lips and moved down to the rock hard ridge of the
helmet, before licking once again around the massive circumcision scar and
tickling the remains of the doctor's frenum. He thought he would cum again
himself, as Peter's glans throbbed in his mouth and shot a second load down
his throat.

They collapsed against each other, each exhausted, but perhaps as happy and
contented as ever either had ever been.

THE END.

This story is fiction. Any resemblance to any living person is accidental,
apart from Tim, whose experiences are not too dissimilar from my own.
Comments please, if this story pushed your buttons. Watch out for a new
story: "Dr. Martin's African Adventure", and find out how he was initiated
whilst on VSO.  Jeremy.