Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2003 15:18:45 -0800 (PST)
From: dewi <dewi@gay.com>
Subject: Glenbreck

Chapter One

Night lay dark and heavy over Glenbreck School; an elite boarding
establishment for boys, nestling in the Scottish Highlands; the fees were
reassuringly high.  The night air was brisk and cold, occasionally a
nocturnal bird call would echo up the deep ravine behind the school's solid
stone buildings. Having just closed the infirmary for the night, the
school's recently-hired doctor, Max Mendelssohn, stepped out of the back
door of the small medical facility for a breath of air. Enjoying the
bracing night atmosphere, he strolled a few yards along the edge of the
ravine, trying to clear his head of the stresses of the day before retiring
to bed.

Cloaked by the darkness, Max moved like a spectre along the precipice.

Upon close examination the ruggedly handsome twenty-seven year old could
not be mistaken for anything but an earthly Adonis. At 6 foot 5 inches his
muscular body was imposing.  Max's thick, black hair framed a face that was
clear skinned and chiselled.  Dark hazel eyes, deep and wide with what
seemed to be perpetual boyish awe, sat above a perfectly proportioned nose
and a firm masculine jaw line. His full red lips would have looked feminine
on a lesser man but on Max they only served to enhance his features.  He
dressed in traditional Scottish fashion, as the masters of Glenbreck did; a
plain white shirt, kilt, stout shoes and knee socks.  Even the loose
doctor's white coat could not hide the outline of his well defined pectoral
and abdominal muscles.  The kilt occasionally lifted, by accident, to
display the strong sinewy legs and thighs.

The fact that Max was the only adult male under 50 at the school caused
these physical features to attract even more appreciation. The Masters and
school staff were all long serving and although most were only in their
fifties, they seemed antique to the boys.  As a result of this situation,
Max relished the few moments he could get for himself, away from the
admiring gaze of the boys and staff.

As he walked along the ravine, Max drank in the pleasant sound of the
gurgling stream below. His pace slowed, though, when he heard hushed voices
from a clearing below the edge of the ravine. His keen sense of smell
detected tobacco smoke, and he knew immediately he had stumbled across a
group of boys, probably older sixth formers, who had sneaked out for a
'fag', as the English boys called cigarettes.  He quickly crouched in the
bushes to listen, and try to hear who it was. Smoking was against the
school rules, and while Max didn't intent to turn them in, he was
interested, from both a medical and psychological perspective, who
cultivated the nasty habit. Much to his surprise and amusement, he soon
discovered he had happened across a conversation about himself.

"Hey" said one voice, which Max recognised. "Have you seen the new school
doctor?"  It was a blonde, lean sixteen-year-old named Peter Finch.

"Yes" replied another.

Max recognised this as Matt Craven, Peter's roommate in Douglas House.

"I hear he's American, captain of his collage football team; he got offers
to play in the major league."

"Yeah, I heard that too.  I've seen him training in the gym, he's very fit"
said a third.

"I've been thinking about faking a head ache just to have a reason to go by
the infirmary and get a better look at him."

It was Eddie McKenzie who said this, Max deduced, as much from the voice as
from his knowing that where ever Peter and Matt went, Eddie was sure to
follow. Max also detected a fourth figure in the clearing, but as he didn't
speak, he didn't know who it was.

"You don't have the balls, Eddie" replied Peter Finch. "It's five demerit
points if the school doctor sends you back for swinging the lead.  You
can't afford any more demerits, McKenzie."

Finally, the fourth boy spoke.  "I heard he is going to start the annual
physical exams soon,"

Max could tell this was the voice of Colin Campbell, a seventeen-year-old
student known not only for his physical size and athletic talent, but also
for his intellectual personality and quiet demeanour.  Colin was easily six
foot three and two hundred pounds. He was an American, sent to England from
the States by his father, who had attended Glenbreck some thirty years
earlier. Max was a little surprised to discover that the squeaky-clean
Mister Campbell socialised with the misfits of Douglas House.

"God, Campbell, you're such a queer; bet you get a hard on when the doc
checks you over."

"Would not," replied Colin, hurt by the slur for a moment.  "Besides, I'm
sure he will not be able to ignore this beast, hard or soft." The wounded
teenager was gesturing proudly towards his crotch.

"Geez, here we go again," breathed Eddie. "The yank with the big cock does
like to brag, doesn't he!"

"We all know you have a huge cock, Colin," Peter shot back.  "But you
actually have to know how to use it.  A geek like you doesn't even have the
backbone to talk to a woman."

"What good is having a big fancy sports car if you don't know how to
drive?" Matt added scornfully.

The other boys laughed uproariously, but Max saw young Colin sit up ramrod
straight in annoyance. Max couldn't quite believe the conversation he had
walked into, focusing as it did on the apparently exceptional anatomy of
one boy in particular. He also found a little sympathy for the shy Colin,
being mocked as he was by the others. The next exchange surprised his even
more.

"Besides, even if you could find a woman that likes big ones, I'll bet that
carved-up piece of meat you have between your legs would disgust them,"
Peter sneered.

"You guys are such idiots," Colin replied. "Women prefer their men to be
circumcised, didn't you know? Most American guys are circumcised; women
like it."

"I can't imagine why," Matt continued.

"Because it looks better," answered Colin.

"No, it doesn't."

"Yes, it does."

"Says who?'

"Says your mother . . . "

"Right, you'll pay for that!"

The conversation had degraded into a series of insults and bawdy ribbing.
Realising that the best of it was over and still not quite believing the
candid talk he had overheard, Max turned and crept back up to the
infirmary.

He had gone to bed promptly afterward, thinking about what he had heard.
Not long after midnight, he found he couldn't clear from his mind of the
conversation he had witnessed. He got up and began pacing his small bedroom
in the rear of the infirmary, wearing only the white cotton jockstrap that
he always wore to bed and in the gym. The word echoed in his thoughts as if
young Colin Campbell were right there with him in the room, speaking it...

Circumcised.

It had been several years since he had even thought of that subject. As a
Jewish man, he had been raised with an awareness of a cultural significance
of circumcision. When he first got to college, however, he realised his
curiosity and interest in the subject was not merely cultural.

His boyfriends politely tolerated his ardent fascination with the state of
their organs, circumcised and uncircumcised alike. It wasn't until he
reached medical school and had access to psychiatric diagnostic manuals
that he discovered that this was actually a proper term for his fetish:

'Acucullophilia: sexual arousal by circumcised males'.

For several years, he tried to ignore his fascination, believing that it
wouldn't do for a physician to be influenced or controlled by a sexual
compulsion. He resisted the urge to make urology his specialty, and became
a general practitioner instead. When he finished medical school at the age
of twenty-six, however, he relaxed enough to think of his fetish again, and
actually considered doing research on the subject. There had apparently
been no study of the circumcised organ in particular, no research into its
differences from the original article, no survey of its altered functions
and sensitivities.

He considered writing one, but when he found himself spending more time
masturbating to fantasies about what form his practical research might
take, rather than actually working, he realized he had give it up again. To
get away from the entire issue, he ended up taking a job as the staff
doctor at a boy's school in the UK where few boys were circumcised and he
could try and forget his fascination.  And yet tonight, a random, overheard
conversation had brought him news that there was satisfaction to be had
nearby. He knew he wasn't going to be able to resist...

At length, Max walked to his nearby office. Sitting down at his desk, he
turned on his laptop and began to search through his old files. Finally, he
found the one he had in mind; it was a half-finished report that he had
begun writing last year, for a sexology journal, but it remained
unfinished.

"The Kindest Cut: Specific Oral and Manual Stimulation Techniques for
Pleasuring the Circumcised Penis."

As he read the fragmentary notes again, he found his hands gravitating
towards his erect cock, he masturbated as he fantasized about continuing
his researches into the subject.  As he stroked the cotton covered organ
his large glans were clearly outlined as a wet spot darkened the material.
He pulled the pouch to one side and allowed his heavy balls to fall out;
large and loose, they hung low between his legs.  His magnificent cock
sprung out hard and dripping pre-cum.  No one, male or female would fail to
appreciate the perfection of the organ.  The 10 inch, smooth, ivory shaft
became dark at the mid point where the circumcision scar was darker, above
the inner foreskin was pale and delicate.  The glans was a bold helmet
swelling well over the shaft.  The deep valley under the glans showed where
the fraenulum had been removed and leads into the piss slit.  No loose skin
had been left by the cutter; the taught shaft skin causing the glans to
flair and the piss lips to open wantonly, spilling out sticky lube.

Using the ample lube being pumped out from his cock, max stroked the
sensitive inner foreskin that covered half his shaft.  He shivered as his
cock throbbed, pumping out more pre-cum.  Catching it in the palm of his
hand he applied it to the glossy glans.  Massaging the bell end firmly
caused him to shudder with intense pleasure.  His body tensed as his orgasm
approached, the dark purple glans swelled larger.  He felt the hot jizz
being pumped up his cock, jet after jet of thick creamy cum fountained out
of the solid cock.  His eyes closed as his whole body became electric.  He
savoured each powerful throb as his muscles contracted to pump out his
load.  Eventually he became conscious of his surrounding again and realised
that much of his body was dripping with cum that mixed with the salty sweat
on his chest and abdomen.  Running his fingers over his glistening torso he
collected the thick spunk and brought it to his mouth, savouring the musky
nectar.

The following morning, seventeen-year-old Colin Campbell was cheerfully
bouncing into the dining hall for breakfast, alongside his mates, when the
assistant headmaster stopped him and handed him a note.

"The school doctor wants to see ye today at eleven, lad," the crusty master
rumbled. "For your annual physical examination.  Heres a pass-from-class
for ye. Don't forget to give it the master of whatever class you're in, and
don't be late . . ."

Colin shrugged his shoulders, and slid the piece of paper into his pocket,
mildly amused at this development given his conversation of the night
before. What a coincidence, he thought. I guess I'll get to meet the new
doctor after all.

Chapter 2

Despite a restless night, Doctor Max had risen early.  His rugged good
looks were not lessoned by a night tormented by erotic dreams.  The air in
the room was heavy with the smell of cum.  Several times during the night
his fingers had stroked the thick engorged organ between his legs.  As his
lube began to flow, his strokes became faster; thrusting into his fist he
would bring himself to orgasm.  His actions were mechanical, his mind
thought of one thing.  As he shuddered to another earth moving climax his
one thought was of the naked glans and smooth shaft of circumcised penis.

After he had retired for the night, the half finished thesis played on his
mind.  It had always been his intention to finish it but he found it
difficult to find suitable candidates to study especially after his move to
England.  He was unable to understand why circumcision rates were so low in
the UK and while several of his patients initially seemed promising they
had been a great disappointment to his.  At least twenty-five young men,
other wise perfect specimens of masculinity had been found to have
foreskins when he examined them.  He had hidden his distaste at the sight
of their uncircumcised organs but dismissed them instantly as unsuitable.

His search had seemed impossible and eventually he had given up any hope of
ever finishing the report.  Max tried to forget it by throwing himself into
his general practice work but he was unfulfilled.  When he saw the advert
for the job at Glenbreck School he jumped at the challenge.  Surely the
wild Scottish highlands and his full time responsibilities would be just
the diversion he needed.

It was indeed exactly what he needed.  He at Glenbreck was more than just a
doctor; he was advisor, comforter and friend to pupils and teachers alike.
His sporting prowess and masculine perfection was universally admired.  To
many of the boys and more than half the masters he was a nightly
masturbation fantasy.  Each night, after lights out, bed sheets would
rustle in the long dormitories and the distinctive sounds of masturbation
softly echoed the vaulted halls.  Doctor Max Mendelssohn's strong thighs
and bulging Speedo swim shorts was the key to each boy's orgasm.  The
housekeeper had failed to associate the increase in sticky stained sheets
with the arrival of Max.

Finally, in the early hours of the morning, after a particularly intense
orgasm, he had replayed the boy's conversation one more time and arrived at
a decision.  The Doctor would begin the annual physical examinations for
all boys and use them to identify suitable candidates for his study.  He
was in no doubt that Colin Campbell could be the man he needed and he set
about making plans.

Chapter 3

The infirmary block had been build in the grounds of the school to enable
it to be isolated if an infectious disease were to break out.  This gave
the doctor complete privacy to see his patients, especially if the
infirmary ward was empty as it was at present.

The medical room was modern and well equipped; the high fees at the school
meant that no expense was spared in such crucial areas.  The wall tiles
sparkled and the green cloth on the examination couch was crisp with
starch.  Today he was wearing a clean starched white coat.  If a boy had
been brave enough to look into Max's window that morning as he dressed he
would have been surprised to see that apart from his knee length socks, the
white coat was the only item of clothing that he put on.  His Kilt and
white shirt were left folded on his ottoman.

At the side of the couch he had prepared a tray of the instruments he would
need.  Everything was ready, Max patiently waited at his desk for his plan
to take effect.

There was a knock at his door that made him jump but regaining his
composure he called for 'enter'.

Colin walked into the doctor's office with some trepidation.  As
instructed, he had changed out of his school uniform into gym kit;
trainers, athletic vest, white shorts and jock-strap.  He stood in the
doorway, unsure of what to do, the doctor gestured him into the room, the
heavy door closing noiselessly behind.  Doctor Max pointed to the chair
next to his desk and the young man sat.  He opened a file on his desk and
read the scant notes made by the previous doctor; just a list of childhood
illnesses and immunisations; he needed to start from scratch.

Doctor Mendelssohn began his rehearsed introduction "Mr Campbell, as I
expect you know the school is required to perform a regular medical
examination of all students.  This is partly to ensure that you are fit and
well but also to ensure that you are developing physically as you should."
He held the boy's attention with his large hazel eyes.  Normally confident,
Colin found himself nervous in the presence of this dominant male, hardly
able to endure his intense gaze.  The young man had been in all male
boarding schools since the age of 5 and although he had been out with girls
he had never had a real girl friend; he was a virgin.  With his mates he
was full of macho bravado but when faced with a real man he was shy and
innocent.

"I understand that you may feel a little embarrassed but remember that I am
a doctor and this is my job. Please ask any questions that you may have, I
will be glad to answer them."

Colin considered his reply, his mouth had become dry and he was not sure
what would come out if he did try to speak.  "Th-thank you doctor."

Max stood up and for the first time Colin noticed that he could not see the
tartan kilt or white shirt that the boys had become so used to seeing him
in.  He had but a few seconds to register this fact before he heard him
speak again.  "Please remove your trainers, vest and shorts and sit on the
couch please Colin."  He had used his first name; students were normally
addressed by their surnames by the masters and school staff.  This personal
touch was not lost on Colin and he obeyed the doctor with less self
consciousness than he would have normally felt.

Doctor Mendelssohn tried to maintain his professional detachment but as the
young man removed his vest he could not fail to notice the well developed
pectoral muscles, each topped by a pale pink nipple.  His hands hesitated
as they gripped the waist band of his shorts but he reminded himself that
he would not be naked, the jock would cover his modesty.  As he slowly
lowered the shorts Max was able to fully appreciate the boy's strong legs
and thighs.  He stood and walked to the couch and he noticed a light
dusting of hair forming under his arms, pale and fine.  He vaulted
athletically onto the medical examination couch regaining some of his
confidence.

Doctor Mendelssohn lifted the cloth from the tray he had prepared and took
up his stethoscope; pressing it first to Colin's chest.

"Please breathe in . . . . . . . . and out again . . . . . . and in - hold
it . . . . . . and out.  Yes that seems fine."

He repeated the procedure with the stethoscope on his back; he listened to
the inflation and deflation of a well developed pair of lungs and a strong
beating heart.  As he leaned in close, he inhaled and smelled the clean
fresh aroma of his body; he noticed a slight increase in his heart beat.

Next he took the brand new digital blood pressure monitor and tested
Colin's blood pressure.  "Well Colin, I am pleased to tell you that you are
a fit and healthy young man."  Colin physically relaxed, he assumed that
the examination was over and his fears would not be realised.  Doctor Max
proceeded briskly "Right then, now we have to check your physical
development."  Colin tensed and his blood ran cold - he knew what was
coming next.  "If you could just stand up and remove your athletic
supporter please."  He knew there was no point in prolonging the agony and
jumped to the floor.  The doctor pulled his chair around and sat his face
level with the boy's crotch.  He studied the bulging pouch; there was no
doubt that what he had heard last night was correct.  Not only was the
material stretched to capacity trying to contain the substantial organ but
the glans-penis was clearly outlined beneath the fabric covering.  Colin
Campbell had a large circumcised penis and Max felt a tingling of
anticipation in his groin.

Slowly, feeling the pressure of the doctor's gaze, he lowered the elastic
bands of the jockstrap and let it fall to the floor.  His skin turned deep
crimson as he stood naked before him.  Despite his embarrassment, his penis
did not shrink but hung large and heavy between his legs.  From his near
hairless groin the shaft skin was dark but smooth, half way up was a dark
perfectly symmetrical scar line that joined the pale pink delicate skin
that lead up to his glans.  The corona was wide and flared well over the
shaft.  A pink helmet shaped glans; the urethral opening was large, wide
and deep.  From his vantage point he was also able to see the narrow line
of fraenulum, the only remnant of foreskin remaining.  Max concluded that
the surgeon that had operated on Colin had been an artist.  He had removed
the correct amount of foreskin to give a perfectly smooth shaft even when
flaccid.  He had also used much of the sensitive inner foreskin to cover
the shaft preserving maximum sensitivity.  The slightly raised scar line
was even and dark.  By leaving the fraenulum in place Colin had been
granted a special area of stimulation.  Max felt his cock harden as he
wondered if Colin knew how lucky he was.  He decided that he would show
him.

Chapter 4

Max leaned forward and reached out; Colin held his breath anticipating the
contact.  He could feel his breath on the delicate skin of his bare glans
and felt a stirring in his loins.  He looked down and was perfectly placed
to notice that the doctor had nothing on under his white coat.  Looking
down the front of his coat from above the boy could see the hard mounds of
his sculptured pectorals.  Blood pumped rapidly into his penis and he could
do nothing to stop it.

The Doctor took Colin's scrotum in his hand and Colin flinched at his
touch, his semi erect penis bobbing.  Max rolled each ball between his
fingers and appeared not to notice that the boy had become fully erect.
Actually he was unable to stop looking at the organ that was but an inch or
two from his face.  As Colin had become erect he had watched, mesmerised.
His penis was pendulous when flaccid but hard was a fantasy come true.  In
all his research Doctor Max had never encountered such a large, perfectly
circumcised penis.  As it had become engorged the shaft skin had become
taut and smooth, the scar line becoming more prominent.  The magnificent
glans had become large and dark purple, the tension of the shaft skin
causing the piss lips to be pulled wide open.  This was no boy; he was a
man with a fully aroused masculine organ.

The doctor's continued to stimulate Colin's balls; this, together with the
knowledge that this studly man was naked beneath his white coat, caused
Colin to produce a drop of lubrication at the tip of his glans.  He may
have the penis of a real man but his feelings and sensitivity were that of
an inexperienced boy.  He would make an ideal candidate for the Doctor's
study, indeed his study could be based on this perfect example.

Colin was highly aroused and disbelieving in equal measure.  The close
proximity of a dominant man and the intimate contact was more than the
innocent could stand.  Involuntarily his hips thrust forward making his
already rock hard cock grow even larger.  The glans swelled and became firm
and glossy.  Doctor Max was entranced at the display of masculinity
unfolding before his.  The boys bollocks drew up close to his body and he
knew as well as Max did that the inevitable was about to happen.

His ejaculation was strong and intense.  With each throb of the organ,
sperm pumped out hitting Max in the face and dripped down onto his chest.
He counted seven jets and savoured each, not trying to shield himself.  The
musky aroma of his ejaculation thrilled Max and he could not resist licking
his lips and tasting the creamy spunk.  Eventually the orgasm passed but
the young man's penis did not become any less hard.  The normally sterile
atmosphere of the medical room was filled with the aroma of cum and teenage
horny sweat.  Colin was horrified at what had happened; he looked at his
cum running down the fine features of Doctor Mendelssohn and turned away in
shame.

Chapter 5

Doctor Max continued to clean the massive load from his face.  Each glob of
the thick cream was scooped up and transferred to his mouth not wanting to
waste a drop.  The boy still looked away unable to face what had happened
but his cock remained rigid betraying his true feelings.

Max slipped the white coat from his shoulders and revealed his honed body.
His own cock was hard and the tip wet with lube.  He stroked it a few times
and it throbbed, pumping out more pre-cum which he rubbed into the helmet
making it glisten.  Leaning forward he took Colin's still sensitive prick
into his mouth.  Carefully, he closed his hot wet mouth around the lad's
glans and sucked.  Colin moaned at the unexpected pleasure.  Still tender
after his orgasm the oral stimulation bordered on pain and he once again
looked at the doctor.

Colin now realised that this was more than a normal medical examination.
He knew that cock sucking was not usually part of the doctor patient
relationship but it felt so good that he allowed the feelings to wash over
him.  Almost unnoticed, Max had reached between the boys legs and slipped
his well lubricated finger into Colin's tight hole.  Finger fucking him as
he sucked, he stroked the engorged prostate, stimulating fluid production.
All too soon Colin's cock swelled larger and he felt his body tense.
Despite cumming only a short while before Colin's orgasm was no less
intense or lacking in volume.  The experienced finger in his arse and the
strong throat muscles milked the boy to a shattering climax.  This time Max
savoured the hot teen cum direct from source.  The first jets passed down
his throat but Max pulled back enabling him to fill his mouth to
overflowing with the bitter sweet jizz.  Although he swallowed quickly he
could not prevent cum running out of his mouth and down his chin.

Colin was weak at the knees and leaned heavily against the examination
couch for support.  Never in his short life had he felt so satisfied.  He
wanted to burst out laughing, or shout for joy but he was too weak and did
not want to spoil the moment of post orgasmic ecstasy.

Doctor Mendelssohn stood up, his cock sticking out hard and erect from his
groin.  Although it dripped and throbbed it had been untouched and remained
unsatisfied.  Max took hold of Colin in his strong hands and turned his
limp body over, laying him on the couch with his arse at crotch level;
Colin made no effort to resist.  Parting the lad's buttocks the doctor
looked at the hole that he had recently thrust his thick middle finger
into.  It was relaxed and open, wet and slippery with lube.  Positioning
his engorged glans at Colin's cherry hole he rubbed a little more lube from
his cock tip into the soft welcoming flesh.  With a firm thrust of his hips
Max forced his large, thick cock into the virgin fuck cute.  Colin cried
out at the invasion but took it like a man.  The thick organ filled him and
while there was some discomfort the finger fuck had prepared his hole.  As
Max began his long slow strokes into the tightness, Colin's discomfort
changed to deep pleasure, stimulation of his arse transferred to his cock
and it grew hard again, pressed between his sweaty abdomen and the cloth
covered couch.  Each thrust of Max's cock in his arse rubbed his tender
naked cock making him moan and groan with animal lust.

Max was now on auto-pilot.  Hard and fast he pumped into the lad.  With
each thrust his groin slapped hard against the young man's arse cheeks
pushing him against the couch.  Max felt his orgasm approach, the hot cum
burning up his prick.  The boy moaned louder as he pumped out a third load
of cum, his arse muscles tighten around the invading cock.  This was too
much for Max as he threw back his head and began to pump out his ball
juice.  Colin felt the cock in his arse swell larger and the seemingly hot
liquid filling him deep inside.  It prolonged his own orgasm leaving him
pumping and throbbing but dry having no fluid left to cum.

Finally, both men stopped the rhythmic movements of sex and the forceful
physical and mental sensations faded.  They lay, still joined, on the
couch, savouring the elation.

Colin felt empty as Max's soft cock slowly slid from his de-flowered
arsehole.  Cold air touched his stretched ring and he felt alone and used.
Then Max was beside him again and he was gathered up in those strong arms,
hugged to that strong masculine body, kissed with those soft ruby lips.

The End

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