Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2013 09:32:50 +0000 (GMT) From: Hasan Khan Subject: city man clinic part 8 This story is fiction and contains scenes which some readers may find disturbing. If you are offended by doctor – patient intimacy turn off now. Whatever you do be safe and don't spread disease but do send a contribution to Nifty so that they can keep up the good work. The PE Master at Park Range School telephoned to ask about the possibility of me coming down to do check-ups for his senior swimming team. Having assured him that it would be my pleasure, I waited impatiently to meet more of the students, knowing that 15-16 years old sportsmen would no doubt present a few intimate problems needing resolution. Three in particular stand out from an enjoyable afternoon with boys from the V Form. Timothy was Vice-Captain of the swimming team and had a physique to match his position and experience. His arms, thighs and abdomen were developing impressive bunches of muscle, even for a fifteen year old. Stripped down he was quite attractive with a respectable four inches of flaccid penis and a loose but well filled scrotum. However, in his own estimation Timothy's athlete's physique was marred by what he considered to be an ugly uncircumcised penis. Having gone through the usual examination of the uncircumcised, retraction to the base of the glans, retraction as far down the shaft as possible and then three of four manipulations of the foreskin up and down the shaft I reminded Timothy of the importance of daily hygiene, in view of the fact that he several spots of smegma lodged behind his corona. Without missing a beat Timothy said "But I really would be better without the bother of it. I hate that skin." To be fair I could understand some of his repugnance. His foreskin formed a loose tassle half an inch or more beyond the tip of the glans. It was not pointed or gathered smoothly but looked rather ragged and untidy. Now, some men adore a long floppy foreskin, hanging of the edge of a cock. They enjoy the sight of a penis rising its head still covered with skin, concealing the glans until the moment its owner or other retracts the lengthy prepuce. Timothy was obviously not one of these. "Tell me a little more about how you feel." Timothy explained that as he had grown as a teenager he had expected that his childish foreskin would begin to shrink and tidy itself up around his helmet. He had even hoped that it might one day be too small for him and that the tip of his helmet would be exposed, like a few of the other boys in his year. "Paul Daley had his helmet poking through his skin even when we were in Form 2". Then came the revelation of what he really wanted. "I want it to be like Greg's, the American boy who joined the school last year. Every time I see him in the showers I get crazy wanting to have a penis like his. I think he had all the skin cut off when he was a baby. I've never talked to him about it but I know what circumcision is and I'm sure that what happened to him." I had already examined Greg and had seen for myself the dark Gomco scar ring a third of the way down his penis shaft. He confirmed that he had been cut as a baby before leaving the hospital in New York, where he had been born. "Shall we have another look at you. Show me what happens with your foreskin when you get an erection. Perhaps you ought to get up on the couch and lay down." Stretched out on the examination table with his legs apart and scrotum falling between his muscular thighs, Timothy wrapped his fist around his thick shaft and slowly began to pump it. The edge of his foreskin stretched slightly but did not come near to unveiling his glans. As his erection grew the skin on the shaft and around the glands became visibly tighter but there was still sufficient shaft skin and overhang for him to have his glans still hidden. At a full six inches or more a little tunnel of skin continued to obscure his crown. Taking his hand off his penis for a moment he declared "You see, the skin will never pull back by itself like it does for other boys." "Will you pull it back for me. It is not too tight for you?" Timothy wrapped a couple of fingers around the end of his penis and in one easy gliding movement slipped back the skin to reveal a deep purple plum, glistening already with his milky pre-ejaculate. His foreskin rolled comfortably below the prominent outstanding edge of his glans. "OK Timothy, just show me now how far down you can pull it back down the shaft." Despite being fully erect there was sufficient loose skin for the boy to stretch the pinkish flesh almost half way down his thick shaft without pain or discomfort. I leaned towards him ready to take matters into my own hands. As Timothy let go of the withdrawn skin it quickly slid up his shaft and reformed a collar below his corona. I slowly pushed it all the way up to hide his glans once more. Pulling on the edge of the foreskin I stretched it as far forward as possible to see the full extent of his redundant prepuce on the erect penis. Timothy had certainly been endowed with a length of foreskin enough for two grown men. Pulling the whole length of skin up and down as far as it could be retracted. As I did so the flow of pre-cum increased and Timothy began to utter words of encouragement to me to finish what had been started. No longer using the tips of my fingers as in a medical examination, I wrapped my own fist around the rampant, leaking organ and began to masturbate Timothy with as much delicacy as possible. Long slow and gentle strokes which left his glans covered followed by more vigorous handling which stripped first his gland bare and then denuded the shaft. Pulling the loose skin up and down his penis which leaving the throbbing glans exposed I tightened my grip ready for the final assault which caused him to arch his hips from the couch when I tightened the grip even further to give him the full benefit of his lengthy foreskin ripping up and down over his glans. Timothy shot a wonderful load of teenage boy juice up to his navel, begging me to stop as his ultra sensitive glans caused him to shudder at each spurt of sperm. But I continued to whip the prepuce back and forth till the very last drop dripped from his meatus and his shaft began to deflate in my hand...... "Well Timothy, there is no medical necessity for you to be circumcised. Even though your foreskin is a bit long, it's perfectly normal and lots of men have got foreskins even longer than yours, so don't worry about it being unusual. But, if you feel really strongly about it I will write a letter to your father explaining that you have a redundant prepuce which is causing discomfort and that it is a source of hygiene difficulties which may get more problematic in years to come." I gave Timothy a business card with our contact details wondering what sort of conversation would take place between the boy and his father....... One of the most beautiful boys I ever had the pleasure to examine was Parvez, an Iranian. His olive complexion and jet black hair, deep set eyes and enchanting smile all combined to give him movie star potential. As he began to strip off his school uniform, ready to be weighed and measured by Peter, I was transfixed by his perfectly proportioned, slim physique. His skin glowed in the light of the medical room, the tight white briefs which he wore, highlighting his colour. My heart raced and my cock twitched the moment my hands were laid upon him. The warm, scented skin of his chest was as smooth as finest silk. Palpitating around his dark nipples I longed to suck on the brown paps. His abdomen was firm to the touch, as would be expected for a member of the swimming team. "Parvez, would you step out of your briefs for a few moments." I sincerely hoped that I could make the anal and genital examination last for a lot longer than just a few moments! Stripped of his briefs the boy was a picture of eastern male perfection. By religious tradition his pubis was shaved smoothly clean and his penis was exquisitely circumcised, again testament to his Islamic religious affiliation. A feint scar almost half way down his cock suggested a carefully performed circumcision when he had been only a few days old. The dark hued olive shaft stood out from the lighter surrounding flesh, ending in a bulbous, light brown glans, slit at the tip by a sizeable meatus. Taking hold of his scrotum in the palm of my hand I cupped his orbs and gently rolled the two together, enjoying the warmth which radiated from his genitals. Taking each testicle in turn I repeated the operation, feeling my way along the rope like spermatic tubes towards his groin. Letting the scrotum fall for a moment I asked him to hold very still whilst I felt for the canal down which his testes had once descended. Poking my way upwards into his groin, first on the left and then on the right, I took my time in exploring his secret parts. Unwilling to hurry I then took his scrotum in the palm of my hand once more and cupped it firmly before pulling down on the fleshy bag, a procedure which served no medical purpose but which gave both me and the patient a certain pleasure. Letting go I then took his right testicle and pushed it downwards so that it was tightly outlined against the scrotal skin. Parvez gasped as the pressure increased and the outline of his testicle became visible through the thin flesh of his scrotum. With my finger tips I traced the line of his spermatic cord, up and down before pronouncing that all was in perfect condition. "I hope that was not too uncomfortable for you Parvez. I must do the same on your left testicle." Letting the scrotum relax for a moment I smiled at Parvez who returned the look with a grin as if he suspected that this extended examination was leading somewhere other than a bland certification of good health. As Parvez's testicles slid back into their normal position the golden olive skin of his scrotum wrinkled and twisted itself pushed by the movement of the orbs inside. Totally and utterly hairless, his sac took on a life of its own. Between by thumb and forefinger I pushed his left testicle downwards, stretching the almost translucent scrotal skin as I did so. The olive hue turned slightly purple as the pressure of the testicle pushed against the thinly stretched sac, the sperm cord being brought into prominence. Once more I traced my finger tip along the tube, stroking the now paper thin skin as gently as possible. Parvez breathed deeply and sighed as my exploration progressed. Slowly and determinedly his penis began to rise, the shaft swelling and the glans inflating to massive proportions, like an orb atop a sceptre. Responding to this signal I let go of Parvez's left testicle and cupped his scrotum and stroked the golden eggs with the tips of my fingers. His penis now jerked itself to full erection and a drop of clear fluid appeared from his meatus. Unable to resist the temptation of the moment, I knelt before the boy and took each testicle in turn into my salivating mouth, caressing the smooth, hairless scrotal skin with the tip of my tongue. Whilst I explored every fold and wrinkle of the teenage scrotum Parvez massaged the silky smooth surface of his swollen glans and rubbed at the deep groove behind it where once had been his infant frenum. Releasing his testicles for a moment I tongued my way along the dark brown line of flesh which led to his perineum and upwards toward his buttocks. The soft scent of Arabian perfume intoxicated me. The boy was evidently very attentive to personal hygiene, and in the tradition of his people spared no expense on sensual pleasures. The depilated regions of his most intimate parts invited both tender touches and vigorous stimulation. Returning to the silky scrotum I once more took his masculine eggs in my mouth, this time sucking hard, pulling them deeper into me and increasing the tension on the scrotal sac. In response Parvez wrapped his hand around his thick circumcised penis and began masturbate himself more forcefully than before. Alternately stimulating his shaft and its glowing helmet he pushed my head closer to his groin and started to moan in words I could not understand but which by their tone suggested imminent release of his boy fluids. With his hand still gripping his shaft I released his scrotum from my lips and took his circumcised tip between my lips, darting my tongue into the now copiously leaking piss slit. Parvez let go of his shaft, giving me chance to take in more of the thick, hard flesh. As I swallowed the hot flesh he massaged his scrotum, still damp with my saliva. In less than a few minutes I began to feel his penis throbbing in my mouth preparing to shoot out its load of juice. At close proximity I could feel his body tensing. Holding him by the buttocks and pulling him towards me deeper into my throat, I tasted the first ejaculation of boy cream. Tightening my hands around his rear I willed him to continue to pour out his ejaculate into me. Parvez jerked with increasing vigour as wave after wave of his milky fluids shot into me....... Lucas was nervous from the moment he entered the examination room. Perhaps he had heard from the others some details of the more intimate parts of the check up and feared for the worst. Teenage boys can be quite cruel in recounting and exaggerating how testicles are squeezed and foreskins ripped back and how embarrassing erections are made to subside with the whack of a ruler. Lucas undressed slowly and showed every sign of wanting the exam to be cancelled at the last moment. I have always tried to put patients at their ease and was as gentle as possible at every stage of the examination, explaining what I was doing and why. Little by little, Lucas seemed to relax, his body becoming less tense as we proceeded. Then, the moment that I asked him to take off his underpants a wave of fear shot across his face. Very cautiously he lowered the white briefs and stepped out of them, almost losing his balance as he did so. Once he stood up facing me the reason for his anxiety was plainly obvious. A three to four inch penis of average proportions hung down in front of his scrotum. Lucas was uncircumcised and his foreskin ended in a close fitting tight little knot of skin which looked to be very red and sore at the extremity, quite in contrast to the pale flesh further along the organ. At once I recognised the symptoms of an adolescent phimosis but made no comment and proceeded to examine his scrotum and testicles, explaining each touch and procedure as I did so. Not wanting to cause the boy unnecessary embarrassment or pain I asked him to retract his foreskin by himself, explaining that I needed to check the movement of his prepuce, the size of his meatus and the condition of his inner foreskin and its movement down his penis. "It doesn't go back much", Lucas replied. He reached down and very slowly pulled the skin a fraction of an inch, not even enough to reveal the meatus. The dark red flesh stretched slightly but appeared to be tightly constricted. "OK Lucas, just let me have a look and see what the problem is." Very firmly I grasped the tip of the prepuce with both thumbs and forefingers and pulled it forward on the stretch before trying to slide it back. Lucas gasped as I got the tight little ring of flesh to open enough to reveal the very tip of his glans. The meatus was just as sore looking as the end of his foreskin. "Very good Lucas, you're doing fine. I think it will be more comfortable for you if you hop up on the examination couch over there while we continue. I'll try not to hurt you but we do need to get this little problem sorted out." "It won't go back more than that Doctor. Please don't do it any more" Lucas pleaded. "No Lucas, we really must do something to release your foreskin or you will have serious problems in the future." With that I pulled up the skin on the stretch again and began to alternately pull the skin down and try push it back. I knew that it would be painful for Lucas and did my best to encourage him to hold on in there, but with his hands gripping the sides of the couch and tears beginning to run from the corners of his eyes it was obvious that this was the moment he had been dreading since getting his appointment for the medical check up. The inflamed and sore opening of Lucas's foreskin stretched wider but tighter as I worked it back, revealing a portion the greyish-pink glans. "Please, Doctor, stop. It hurts too much. It won't go back. I've tried it. It won't. Please don't do it." Sometimes a doctor has to ignore the pain and pleas of a patient and do what has to be done. I continued to stretch, pull and push the recalcitrant foreskin and eventually succeeded, despite Lucas's tears, to expose almost half of his glans. But I knew that if I continued the pain would be too intense and we would have the danger of a paraphimosis if I ever got the prepuce down below the ridge of the glans. "All right Lucas. That's as far as we're going today. No more hurt, no more pain. I'm not going to try anymore. Do you know what the problem is? Have you ever heard of phimosis? It means that your foreskin is unnaturally tight and it's going to continue to cause you problems in the future, especially as your penis continues to grow. You need an operation we call circumcision. I shall write to you parents and they can arrange for you to come to the clinic and we will sort you out in no time. You know what circumcision is?" "Oh yes, there's Greg and Parvez in our year and Gerard and Peter in the Fourth Form who haven't got a foreskin. They've all been circumcised. But they do that to babies don't they? I didn't know they did it later on." "Lot's of men get circumcised when they are teenagers or older. Sometimes it's because they have a problem like yours or perhaps they prefer it for hygienic reasons. Don't you worry, you'll have lots of painkiller and it will all be over in less than half an hour. Now, you get dressed while I write the note for your parents." Two weeks later both Timothy and Lucas were booked in at City Man Clinic for circumcision. Timothy once frozen up was a sight to behold with his great length of foreskin bunched up between the plate and the screw mechanism of a Gomco clamp. I had pulled up as much of the skin from the shaft as possible given his admiration for the American boy's cut. Timothy's result would certainly be even more radical with a cut line almost half way down his penis. I left him tightly clamped for a good fifteen minutes before taking my sharpest finest scalpel and running it around the trapped skin whilst he smiled and grinned at me. Lucas had the benefit of an extra shot of local anaesthetic because of the nature of his phimosis which meant that I had to slit his foreskin with fine scissors down to the level of his corona before being able to slip it further down the shaft and position the Gomco bell. Wanting to avoid having to suture a wound, Lucas also had the benefit of a long wait whilst his foreskin was crushed beneath the clamp. But far from being open eyed for the final part of the procedure Lucas closed his eyelids tight the moment I picked up the knife to excise his foreskin once and for all. I like to think that both boys, each in their own way, were relieved to be rid of one of nature's anomalies and would enjoy masculine pleasures to the full after a few weeks of healing.