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I'd always suffered from a
tight foreskin. Even when my
dick was soft, and the rubbery head
of my organ pliable, I
was barely able to pull back the fleshy
cap so I could
properly wash. When I was younger, our family
doctor said I
would probably outgrow the problem. So rather than
have me
unnecessarily circumcised, my parent decided to
wait.
Puberty came and went, and I still had the same
old
problem. In fact, it actually seemed to be getting
worse.
Proportionately, the head of my dick had completely
outgrown
my foreskin, It really gave me a problem when I got
a
hardon. My foreskin simply wouldn't stretch enough to
allow
my swollen knob to pass, which sometimes was painful as
hell.
I put up with the agony until I was eighteen, at
which
time I went to see a doctor of my own choosing.
Circumcision
seemed to be my only means of relief. At my age, it
was a
little embarrassing, and I hated to part with my
cantankerous
old friend, but I'd suffered long enough.
Dr.
Peterson was in his mid-thirties. Be was also very
attractive,
but I tried not to think about that. I tried not
to think about
sex at all. It was too painful.
Except for a skimpy, paper
gown, I was lying naked on
the examination table when the doctor
came in and read over
my chart. I'd given all the information
pertaining to my
problem to his nurse, which much to my relief
happened to be
a male nurse. He had written everything down for
the doctor.
After putting on a pair of latex gloves, Doctor
Peterson
began his examination. "Let's have a look," he said,
pulling
up the gown. I couldn't imagine why, but he was staring
down
at my nakedness as if he was somehow impressed. I
didn't
have a big cock, at best it was average in size. He took
my
limp organ between his fingers and thumb and inspected
it
thoroughly. I hadn't meant to, but I heard myself
moan
softly as he squeezed the head of my cock and retracted
my
taut foreskin. I couldn't help it, the head of my dick
was
super sensitive.
"Was that painful?' he asked.
"Not exactly," I said, trying not to blush.
He
chuckled. "I see. So you have a very ticklish
knob."
I nodded.
"You're a good looking kid, are you sexually active?"
I had expected him to ask some personal questions.
"No,
not really."
"Do you masturbate?"
I was
eighteen, horny more often than not, and I had a
lame dick. Most
sexual acts were agonizing. My right hand
had become my most
intimate acquaintance. I saw no reason to
lie. "Yeah, now and
then."
"Dose masturbating cause you any discomfort?"
"Not it I pull back my foreskin before I get
hard. If I
don't, yeah, it can hurt, sometimes a lot."
He
opened a drawer in the side of the table and brought
out a tube
of lubricant. After squirting a generous amount of
the lubricant
onto his index finger, he asked. "Have you
ever undergone a
prostate exam?"
"Not that I can recall," I said.
Doctor Peterson stepped to the end of the
examining
table and had me draw my knees up so my feet were
resting
flat on the table. He then eased his greasy finger
between
the cheeks of my ass and smeared the lubricant over
my
tightly cinched butthole. "This might feel a little
strange
at first," he warned, "but it's not at all painful." I
gasped
sharply as his finger slid into my rectum.
My cock
immediately began to swell. I was getting more
and more
embarrassed by the moment, but in an attempt to
avoid a painful
erection, I reached down and retracted my
foreskin. I guess my
uneasiness was showing, because, as he
continued to become more
intimately familiar with my
prostate, the good doctor assured me
it was perfectly normal
for me to get an erection.
"It's quite all right if you want to masturbate," he said.
Was I
hearing him right? Did he just invite me to yank
my pud? "What?
You mean, right here? Now?"
"It might be helpful in ruling
out any other
abnormalities that you may not have
recognized."
Abnormalities, my ass. There was no clinical
reason for
me to shoot a load. This guy just wanted to watch me
jack
off, and it was a tempting offer. Having his finger up
my
ass was really turning me on. My pisshole was seething
with
precum. I had no idea what he was doing, but what ever
it was, I
liked it.
My taut foreskin was bunched up behind the flared
rim of
my swollen cockhead like a knotted rubber band.
Doctor
Peterson smiled as my hand began to slowly work my
tingling
pecker. "That's it," he said, cramming his finger
deeper
into my rectum. "There's no reason to be shy." I thought
my
nuts would explode when he reached out with his free hand
and
gently squeezed my hot, sweaty ball-sac.
Well,
needless to say, I didn't take much fist pumping
to convince my
cock to surrender its wad of gooey jism. I
jacked off a lot. I
did it so often I sometimes wondered if
I wasn't addicted. But
for me, this was a first, and coming
had never felt
better.
As I cleaned myself up and got dressed, Doctor
Peterson
gave me his professional opinion. "Your only problem
seems
to be your inadequate foreskin," he said. "Other than
that,
you appear to be quite normal, and healthy. I
recommended
circumcision. I think it's the only way of alleviate
your
distress."
At his recommendation, I went in for
outpatient surgery.
Three weeks after surgery, I went back to his
office so he
could check the incision to make sure I was healing
properly.
I was still quite tender, but improving by the day.
Thank
God, I was still taking medication that prevented me
from
getting an erection. My balls were aching for more of
the
handsome doctor's healing touch.
After a brief
examination of my snipped cock, I got
dressed. "You're healing
nicely," said Doctor Peterson.
I think you can stop taking your
medication now, but no sex
yet, and that includes masturbation.
I'll see you again in
three weeks."
It was a little
uncomfortable the first couple of times
I got hard, but after
that, it felt wonderful. It was
great being about to get a hardon
without having any pain.
Pansy
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