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by Frank

Greg's unmarried mother had found it hard to raise her son on a waitress's income, and put him up for adoption when he was 18 because she couldn't afford college for him. He was an intelligent and attractive boy, with wavy brown hair and long brown eyelashes, and because was very attractive, there was no problem in finding adoptive parents. The couple already had three boys, and the mother had developed uterine cancer after the third child, resulting in removal of her uterus, but they wanted another boy, so they resorted to adoption. They chose Greg because they and their sons also had brown hair and eyes, and he would match them in appearance. His new parents took him home that morning and introduced him to his three older brothers, Jack, Jim, and Jerry, who enthusiastically greeted their new sibling. Jim was also 18, Jack a year older, and Jerry was 22. The family was very progressive, and had no reservations about nudity.

That afternoon, they went skinny-dipping in their pool. Greg noticed that the other boys had stared at his crotch when they'd undressed, and when he looked at their groins he noted that they didn't have foreskins as he did. Instead of a long fleshy tube covering the ends of their penises, theirs had naked heads, and each had a brown scar ring encircling the shaft just behind the head. By contrast, Greg's penis looked like an elephant's trunk, a long tube of wrinkled skin with a bulge where the glans showed, and tapering to form a nipple beyond the head. He'd seen other boys in school, and was familiar with the effect of circumcision, as some of the boys had had their foreskins removed at birth and displayed naked tips like Greg's new brothers.

The difference didn't bother him, but some of the circumcised boys envied the intact ones, saying that they wished they'd been left natural. Because of this, Greg thought himself lucky that his mother had not had him cut. He enjoyed his foreskin and the way it slid up and down over the head of his penis when he masturbated, something circumcised boys could not do.

While in the pool, Greg saw that his adoptive parents were whispering as they threw an occasional glance his way. They, too, were nude, and he saw that his new father also was circumcised like his sons, with a massive purple head dangling at the end of his thick shaft. At times, one or the other of the sons would confer with the parents, and it was obvious from their glances in his direction that they were discussing him. After dinner that evening, his new parents took him aside.

"We noticed you're not circumcised," his father began. Greg began to feel uncomfortable, wondering where the discussion was leading.

"All the males in our family are circumcised," his new mother continued. "We were wondering how you'd feel about having that done. That way, you'd match them and really become part of the family."

"I don't know," Greg replied, becoming afraid of the tone of the conversation. He was certain he didn't want anyone cutting on his penis, and didn't care whether he matched his new brothers or not.

"Circumcision makes the penis look nicer, not that there's anything wrong with the way yours looks," she continued. "Just a little snip and the tip of your penis will show all the time," the father added.

"I don't want to get a snip," Greg said, "I want to keep what I've got."

"Well, we've decided that we're going to have you done," his father continued. "It's cleaner, and we think it looks better."

"I really like the clean-cut look," his mother added. "Your penis looks like it's got a nipple, with all that wrinkled skin hanging in front of it. That looks funny, and you'll look a thousand times better with the tip showing. We know you'll like it after you've been circumcised. You can see how our boys look, and they're all happy that they're circumcised. Wouldn't you want your penis looking like theirs?"

"No! I don't want to be cut!" he exclaimed. Greg's anxiety level rose sharply at this, and his discomfort was so obvious that his parents closed the discussion for the evening. However, when he went into his bedroom that night he found Jerry, the oldest son, waiting for him.

"Let me see that funny wiener you got," Jerry asked. Greg was not overly modest as he'd willingly disrobed for swimming that afternoon, but Jerry's aggressive attitude made him uncomfortable. Still, he undressed, as he was getting ready for bed anyway.

"Can't see the head at all," Jerry commented as he stared at Greg's hooded penis. Jerry grasped the foreskin nipple with two fingers, stretching it out.

"Man, your dickie has a lot of skin," he said. "It's all skin, and really looks funny sticking out in front. Too bad they didn't cut off that skin when you were a baby like they did to us."

"I can slide it back," Greg volunteered, pulling his long foreskin back to expose the red head. The retracted hood formed a thick fleshy collar behind the rim.

"That still looks weird," Jerry said. "All that wrinkled skin behind the head. Mine looks nice and neat without the skin. Anyway, Dad told me that they're going to take care of that for you soon."

Greg hardly slept that night after hearing those threatening words.

 

The next day Jim asked Greg to show him how he slid his foreskin back. As Jim's tone was not as aggressive as Jerry's Greg willingly demonstrated for him, and Jim stared, fascinated.

"That's cool," he commented. "That must feel really good."

"Yes, it does," Greg replied, as his penis engorged from the stimulation.

"Could you slip your skin over my head, so that I could feel how it is to have it covered?"

"I don't think so. The skin's too tight to fit over yours."

"Too bad you're going to have it cut off," said Jim. "I don't know why Mom and Dad are so hot about that." Greg shuddered, his anxiety rising at the words.

"They said it would look nicer after it's cut off," he said to Jim.

"Well, my dick looks nice, but I wouldn't want to see you get cut. It's your skin and if you like it, they ought to leave you alone."

 

These words did not console Greg very much, but he was grateful for the sympathy. The following week, his father told him that he'd be taking him on a little trip into town, and told Greg to be ready at three o'clock. In the car, he wouldn't say anything more, but when they pulled up in front of a medical office building, Greg's foreboding peaked.

"We're going to have Dr. Wilson take a look at you," his father announced. "You haven't had an exam yet, and I think we'd better get this out of the way." Greg followed his father apprehensively, sensing that this would involve more than just an "exam." Inside, they were shown to an examination room, and shortly the doctor entered.

Dr. Wilson was a 50-ish man, silver-haired, with rimless glasses and a broad smile. He greeted Greg warmly, and asked him to undress and lie on the table. Greg warily stripped and climbed onto the table.

"Let's look at that foreskin," said the doctor as he grasped Greg's penis with two fingers. "It's pretty long, but looks normal," he said as he began pushing it back to expose the red glans.

"Looks pretty clean to me," said the doctor. "You wash regularly under there, don't you?" he said to Greg. Greg nodded sleepily.

"It looked very long to me," replied his father. "We thought he had way too much skin, and we were worried about his keeping it clean."

"Yes, it's unusually long, but as it retracts fully, there's nothing pathological, but later the foreskin might become too tight and he might not be able to uncover the glans. Right now it just makes him look very different from the other boys. It's good that there are no adhesions and it slides easily. That would make it harder to circumcise him because I'd have to tear the adhesions loose." When he heard the word "circumcise," Greg shuddered. The doctor pulled Greg's foreskin forward to cover the head. "All the boys in your family and in your school are circumcised," he said to Greg. "You'd be the only one different. That's why it's worth doing something about it while you're here."

"But I don't want to be circumcised," Greg cried out. "I don't want you cutting my dick." His body was rigid on the table and his heart pounded in his chest.

"I'm not surprised you're anxious about it, Greg," the doctor said kindly. "You really should have been done when you were a baby, so that you wouldn't remember it. Your new father was circumcised at birth, and I circumcised your three stepbrothers myself when they were only two days old. None of them remember it. Don't worry, though. I'll give you something to relax you and then I'll give you a local anesthetic. You won't feel a thing, and you'll be very comfortable." Doctor Wilson picked up a syringe, swabbed Greg's arm with alcohol, and injected the drug. Greg jumped as he was jabbed.

"Let's give it a few minutes to work," he said to Greg's father. "He'll be more relaxed, and then we'll go ahead with the procedure." Greg's arm smarted from the injection, but as the drug began circulating in his system, he became calmer. The powerful tranquilizer made him feel as if he was floating on a cloud, and his body relaxed.

"Now how would you like him done?" Doctor Wilson asked his father. "I can just snip the end of the foreskin, or I can cut him tightly so that there's no slack in the skin."

"I think it's best if he matched his brothers," was the reply. "His mother and I like the clean-cut look, with no skin at all covering the end. The neat brown ring behind the head looks very nice, too." Hearing this, Greg squirmed.

"That's because I did them with the Gomco clamp," Doctor Wilson replied. "The brown ring is the crush line. I think, however, that I'll do Greg freehand because this gives better results in an older boy. He won't have a thick brown ring, but instead a thin neat scar just behind the rim. I'll also be able to remove the frenulum, the strip of skin that connects the foreskin to the penis. That way, there won't be any wrinkled skin behind his glans." The doctor pushed Greg's foreskin back to show his father the underside.

"See here? This is his frenulum. As he's past puberty, the frenulum's had time to grow, and his is pretty thick. When I remove the foreskin, I'll snip this too, and the result will be very neat and streamlined looking. I think a tight cut looks best."

The clinical discussion was making Greg very anxious, despite the tranquilizer, and he fidgeted on the table, fear in his eyes. Doctor Wilson noticed this and said:

"Now Greg, there's really nothing to be afraid of. I've circumcised many other boys, even some your age, and they're just fine. I guess I'll have to give you something else to take care of your discomfort."

"You're going to put him to sleep?" the father asked.

"No, although I'll give him some nitrous oxide to make him drowsy, then inject local anesthetic to block the pain." The doctor opened the door to call his nurse.

"Give the boy a light dose of nitrous oxide," he told her. "Not enough to put him under, but just enough so that he doesn't jump when I make the injections around his penis." The nurse pulled the anesthesia cart next to the head of the table and placed the black mask over Greg's nose and mouth. Greg didn't resist, and began breathing the odorless mixture of gas and oxygen. He felt himself relaxing further, and didn't react when the doctor swabbed his penis with the cold alcohol gauze sponge.

"I'm going to give him a generous amount of Lidocaine around the nerves in his penis. That will make it totally numb and he won't feel anything when I remove the foreskin." He picked up a syringe and began injecting the drug in several places around the base of the shaft. Greg felt the sting of the needle as it plunged repeatedly into his tender flesh, but he was too dazed to react.

"This'll take a couple of minutes to numb him. The gas will keep him woozy while I operate, and although he'll be conscious, his memory of the surgery will be hazy at most. Babies don't get any anesthetic because their systems are too delicate." Greg was very quiet, breathing normally, and he could hear them speaking, although he didn't understand the words.

"I guess a baby feels it all," said Greg's father nervously, thinking that he must have been circumcised without anesthesia.

"Yes they do," replied Doctor Wilson. "That's why I never let parents watch when I circumcise their little boys. They cry and scream, and sometimes faint from the pain, but luckily they don't remember it." Dr. Wilson watched Greg's father fidget at the description of painful infant circumcision, knowing that that had happened to him when he was a baby. The doctor enjoyed these little ways of making patients uncomfortable, because these little incidents of mental cruelty livened up his day.

"We don't shave patients for circumcision any more. It's not necessary" The doctor placed a towel over his groin. The towel had a hole through which he pulled Greg's penis. "Now we begin," he said. He gripped the end of the long foreskin with two hemostats but as the nerves in his penis were deadened by the injections Greg didn't feel the jaws crushing his delicate tissue. The doctor pulled on the hemostats to stretch the foreskin out, then slipped the blade of the scissors under the hood at the top.

"First I'm going to slit his foreskin all the way back to the corona. That way, I'll be able to cut precisely down the sides just behind the glans." The doctor made a long slit in Greg's foreskin, but Greg didn't feel the pain of the sharp blades slitting his hood, and remained still as the doctor pulled the hemostats apart to expose the head down to the groove. Then he picked up a smaller pair of scissors and began cutting down one side, severing the foreskin from the shaft. The steady flow of nitrous oxide kept Greg quietly dazed, and the heavy doses of Lidocaine in his penis kept him from feeling the stainless steel blades biting into his foreskin. In his drugged daze, he was barely aware of what was happening to his penis.

"Now the other side." The doctor severed the foreskin until all that was left was the strip of skin under the head. He used a fine curved needle to suture the cut edges together.

"At his age, sutures are necessary. Babies don't need sutures," he said.

"This is the frenulum, and now I'll remove that. It's the most sensitive part of the penis, and if Greg weren't anesthetized for this, he'd be jumping off the table." The doctor gripped the strip of skin with a hemostat and held it away from the penis as he severed it with fine scissors, leaving a deep triangular groove under the head where the tissue had been. A small artery began bleeding, and the doctor quickly put in two stitches to stop the flow. He turned to the nurse.

"You can stop the nitrous oxide now. We're finished." Then he turned to Greg's father.

"That's all there is to it," the doctor said with a satisfied smile. "He's fully circumcised, and the head is completely exposed. It's stay uncovered because I removed enough skin to make it nice and tight. Now he looks like your boys and the other boys at school." Greg's father stared at the blood-red glans, encircled by a red ring of cut skin just behind the rim.

"It looks good to me," he said flatly. "Looks normal, if you know what I mean."

"Yes, just like the others," the doctor replied. "Now look at the glans. Right now, it's small and cone-shaped because it's been under that tight foreskin all of his life. Within days, it'll begin growing out and the rim will develop a flare, just like yours and your boys'. His penis will definitely look better that way."

"I know what you mean, Doc. My wife likes the big headed look, thinks it's very sexy."

"He's going to be a sexy boy. You were smart to bring him in so that I could take care of that foreskin. He doesn't need it, and he won't have any problems urinating."

"Urinating?" Greg's father asked.

"Yes, Often boys forget to retract their foreskins at the toilet, and the urine splatters instead of coming out in a neat stream, especially from a long foreskin like the one Greg had. It can get on their clothes and on the floor. That doesn't make their mothers very happy. Mothers also feel uncomfortable retracting their boys' foreskins to wash underneath because this often gives them an erection. They don't like to feel that they're masturbating their kids."

"When will he be able to masturbate?" asked Greg's father. "I don't know for sure if he does it now, but sooner or later he'll start, I'm sure."

"He'll be able to masturbate as soon as his penis heals completely, which should be about two weeks. Then, if he gets the urge, he'll be able to do it without pain." "He'll be sore for a couple of weeks, then?"

"Oh, yes, he'll be very sore as soon as the Lidocaine begins to wear off, until healing is complete. That should be no problem, though. Just watch him carefully, and if he gets an erection, pull the shaft skin towards the glans to relieve the tension on the sutures. Be sure to tell him about it because boys his age are always getting erections." He began wrapping gauze strip around the penis just behind the head. Greg was becoming more aware now that the gas was wearing off, and he raised his head and apprehensively looked down at his bandaged penis.

"You're circumcised now, neat and clean," the doctor told him. "That wasn't too bad, was it?" Greg moaned and laid his head back on the table. He knew that his life had changed and he wasn't happy.

 

Back home, Greg's father had him undress to show the result to the family. His mother smiled warmly as she inspected his penis. His brothers looked at it in awe, both curious and horrified because of the way it looked.

Greg moaned and told his father he had to go to the bathroom. His father led him in and when Greg stood in front of the bowl, he told him to aim straight and try not to wet the bandage. His stream began to flow, arcing neatly into the water. When he'd finished, his father dabbed the front of his glans with a wad of toilet paper.

"Do this every time you pee," he admonished, "so that you don't get the bandage wet."

 

That evening, his brothers insisted on accompanying him to the bathroom, much to his embarrassment, to watch him urinate. Jim asked him if his penis hurt, and Greg nodded. Jack told him he was sorry it hurt, and patted him on the back sympathetically. The oldest, Jerry, took out his penis and began fondling it as he watched.

"Soon you'll be able to beat off like us," he declared as his penis swelled in his hand. Greg left hurriedly, in no mood to watch Jerry masturbate while he was suffering from post-operative pain.

Next week, his father took Greg in to have the sutures removed. The doctor unwrapped the gauze and surveyed his handiwork.

"See how the glans is already larger? That's the effect of his circumcision. Without that skin, it'll keep growing and he'll get that adult look." He snipped the sutures and removed them. The cut edges were healing well, although the ring of the cut still looked red and raw.

"Is it sore?" asked the doctor.

"Yes," replied Greg, still resentful that he'd been circumcised.

"Well, another week and you'll be fully healed. Did your father tell you what to do if it gets hard?" Greg nodded affirmatively without speaking, holding in his anger.

"Okay, that's it, then. See you in a couple of weeks for a check-up."

Without the bandage, Greg's glans was totally exposed, and very sensitive as it rubbed against his shorts. It throbbed with each step he took, and soon he felt an erection begin. The skin stretched, and the tension on the scar ring became uncomfortable. He squirmed during the drive home, eager to go to his bedroom and be alone with his discomfort.

It was not to be, as his brothers trooped in to see his now totally naked penis, the red glans and scar ring unobstructed by the bandage.

"Looks a lot like mine," commented Jim, who was next to him in age. "It's real neat."

"The tip's kinda small," said Jerry. "I guess it'll get bigger. It looks great without all that skin around the head."

 

Next week, his discomfort had lessened, as the scar had healed to become a thin reddish line around his penis, and the head was drying out and losing its extreme sensitivity. He'd heard his brother talking about masturbation, and wondered if he was healed enough to do it. He'd seen other boys stroking their hard dicks, and had studied their techniques, and knew that circumcised boys had to use lubrication for their pleasure.

Greg went into the bathroom and searched for a bottle of hand lotion. He spread some on his penis and began gingerly rubbing it, stroking carefully because his glans and his scar ring were still very tender. Soon, he felt the onset of erotic sensation as his glans began to tingle, and he cried out in joyful agony as his penis throbbed hard between his fingers.

The next day his mother asked to inspect his penis, and she looked carefully at it, grasping it by the head and gently turning it over to see the entire circumference.

"It's healing very well," she said. "My boys were healed in a week, but they were done when they were born." She lightly ran her fingertip over the circular scar.

"The doctor did a very neat job with you. The cut line isn't as visible as those on my boys, or your father." Greg cringed as she said this, as he hated being reminded of his loss, no matter how attractive his newly circumcised penis seemed to others. "You've got a very pretty tip on yours," she continued. "The red color looks very nice, and the rim's getting larger. Your girlfriends will love it because women like a circumcised penis better."

 

Weeks later, during a skinny-dip in the pool, his brothers clustered around him. Now that his penis was fully healed the scar ring was no longer red, just a thin white line, and the head's color had changed from red to purple. They curiously inspected his penis.

"Hey, that looks great," said Jack.

"Just like mine," added Jim.

"He hasn't got the brown ring like us," said Jerry, whose circumcision ring was the thickest and most prominent of all.

Greg was still very self-conscious about his penis, lamenting his missing foreskin and resenting the curiosity his circumcision had aroused. He turned away to hide the tears that came to his eyes.

"The rim's starting to flare, just like on mine," said Jerry. "That's gonna look nice."

Greg walked away, inconsolable over his loss, whatever his new brothers might think. That night, he masturbated wildly several times, as if to compensate for his missing foreskin.

 

Two days later, Jim came to his room again. Both boys were naked as it was bedtime, and their dicks swung as they moved.

"Can you beat off yet?" Jim asked. "or is it still sore?"

Greg was surprised at Jim's directness, but as he was the kindest of the three brothers, he answered forthrightly:

"Yeah, I did it the other night." Greg felt his penis begin swelling at the thought.

"Want to do it with me?" asked Jim. "Looks like you're ready for another go at it."

Greg hesitated a moment, then removed a bottle of hand lotion from his bedside drawer. He poured a few drops on his penis, at the same moment watching Jim's penis engorging at the sight. Handing the bottle to Jim, Greg began stroking his penis delicately, avoiding pressing on the circular cut line.

Jim lubricated his dick and began stroking, more vigorously than Greg. Soon both boys were fully erect, and they looked into each other's eyes.

"Want to do it to each other?" Jim asked. Greg was surprised, as he'd never masturbated another boy nor had been stroked by another. However, the warm feeling he had for Jim led him to wrap his fingers shyly around Jim's hard shaft. As Greg began stroking, Jim spoke:

"I guess yours is still a little sore," he said. "Don't worry, I'll go easy." He clasped Greg's freshly circumcised penis, carefully avoiding the cut line as he'd seen Greg do, and began twisting his fist around Greg's rock-hard glans, making Greg moan in passion. Greg's tip was much more sensitive than Jim's and within seconds he was crying out helplessly as the hot jets flew from his tip onto a paper towel Jim was holding.

The sight of Greg's orgasm had fueled Jim's excitement, and when Greg had recovered he began working Jim's circumcised prick in earnest. He gave Jim several long strokes, twisting his fist around the head as Jim had done to him, and within a minute he saw Jim's eyes close as orgasm neared. Greg saw the head of Jim's penis turn darker purple as the glans swelled and darkened in his fist. Jim cried out as his penis began throbbing hard in Greg's encircling fingers, and Greg caught the hot jets in a paper towel.

Exhausted, both boys fell back upon the bed. They crawled under the covers and fell asleep in each other's arms.