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by Frank Corey

I'd been circumcised at birth, but my brother Steve had not because he'd been born ten years later and delivered by a different doctor. My mother, who had insisted that I be circumcised, had died during the birth. The doctor had told my father, who was intact, that circumcision was medically unnecessary. However, from the moment he'd discovered the difference between our penises, Steve had wanted to be like me. When I'd brought my newborn son, Mike, to Dr. Marcia Silverman for his circumcision because my wife and I agreed that a circumcised penis is definitely more attractive, Steve had been very curious about the result. Now, ten days after Mike's little operation, the plastic bell that had kept the edges of the cut together had fallen from his healed penis and we'd invited Steve over to see the result.

Steve stared, fascinated, as I removed little Mike's diaper to reveal the large, well-formed head standing naked at the end of his penis. The color had changed from red to deep purple, just like mine, and the rim flared out, again just like mine. A thin, perfectly circular scar was visible about half an inch behind the head.

"That's beautiful," Steve said softly, "Just like yours." I wish mine was like that."

"Let's see what it's like," I suggested. Steve was 18, and I had not seen him naked since before puberty. He unzipped his fly and brought out a large penis with a long wrinkled foreskin extending beyond the thick bulging head. His penis had a large head like mine, and I could see its outline clearly through the thick hood.

"Can you skin it back for me?" I asked. Steve pulled on the thick skin with both hands and the large purple head appeared, its rim flared proudly but with the thick collar of foreskin gathered behind it.

"I'd really like to get all that skin cut off," he said. "I wish my penis was neat and clean-looking like yours and Mike's." As both our parents were now dead, I had guardianship of Steve, and I asked him:

Do you really want it done? I can arrange it if you're sure."

"I've thought about it for years, and I'm really sure that's what I want."

"Okay, if that's what you really want. I can make an appointment with Dr. Silverman and go with you," I replied.

Next week, late one afternoon, we went to Dr. Marcia's office. She'd told me that as a pediatrician, she could perform a circumcision on a teen-aged boy, and 18 was still teen-aged. She led us into the examination room where she performed minor surgery and told us to remove all our clothing. The room was warm, and we felt comfortable naked in front of each other. She had Steve lay on the table.

"I have to examine you first, as I did with little Mike," she explained as she picked up Steve's penis and stretched out the foreskin as far as it would go. Then she pushed the thick wrinkled hood back until the purple head was bare. His penis began to swell.

"Don't be embarrassed," she said. "Handling your penis makes it erect, especially at your age. Anyway, I have to see how much skin you need to accommodate the erection." Within seconds, Steve had a full erection, the thick purple head swelling out ahead of the ring of drawn-back foreskin.

"Your penis is almost as large as Frank's," she commented. "You've got a big glans too, and your corona flares just like Frank's. The only difference I can see is that your meatus pouts with erection. Instead of a slit, like your brother's, yours forms a teardrop shape. That's very attractive." She pulled back hard on the skin, making the head dip down towards Steve's testicles.

"You've got a thick frenulum," she said. "Some doctors remove it during circumcision, but I'd like to leave it on, because it's a very sensitive spot on your penis, and adds to sexual pleasure. Now I'm going to use anesthetic cream where I'll make the injections, so that you won't feel the needle." She spread the white cream around the base of Steve's penis, still erect and throbbing with every touch.

"Now I have to take care of your erection while the cream takes effect. I can't operate with you excited like that," she said, as she began stroking Steve's foreskin up over the swollen head. "You know that after the surgery, you'll be out of action for a couple of weeks. How often do you masturbate?"

"At least three our four times a week," Steve replied. He had learned to be open about sex, and was not reluctant to discuss it with the doctor.

"Well, I'm going to give you some pills that will kill your sex drive for a couple of weeks. That should give it time to heal." She continued stroking Steve's hood up and down the swollen purple head, and I saw the teardrop hole at the end fill with clear fluid that ran down and lubricated the foreskin as she massaged it over the head. Now she drew the skin back and held it.

"See how your corona flares? Well, it'll seem even larger after I cut the skin back and expose the groove behind the glans. Then it will look like Frank's." My penis had swollen as I'd watched, and now it was almost fully hard.

"Your brother's aroused too. That happened when he watched his son's circumcision, and it's part of the bonding experience. You can bond together now that you're being circumcised. I think that he should finish you off because this is a mutual thing between you." She let go of Steve's penis, and I wrapped my fingers around his warm hardness. I'd never masturbated an uncircumcised penis, as mine had been cut from birth, but I mimicked her movements, and began moving his foreskin up and down over the head, stretching the skin forward, then stripping it back until it snapped into the deep grove behind the head. I was a bit surprised at how smoothly the skin slid up and down his shaft, as mine was tight and hardly moved at all. With the skin, he didn't need artificial lubrication, as I did when I masturbated. Dr. Marcia spread a towel over Steve's stomach to catch his juice, and I felt his body tense as climax approached.

"Oh, that feels so good, Frank." He said. "Do it, do it hard!" I quickened the pace, and watched as Steve's tip turned darker, the way mine does when I'm about to climax. His body shuddered, he gasped, then cried out as the thick white jets streamed from the swollen purple head. My penis was full-hard as I watched and felt him climax. His face was contorted, and he seemed to cry out in pain as each spasm hit him, until he relaxed and I stopped stroking him.

"I've found that a good climax will relax a male for the surgery," Dr. Marcia said, as we watched Steve's penis shrink. "That way, I don't have to tranquilize him. Also, circumcision is sexually stimulating for some males. Since he's just had a climax, he won't be getting an erection." She swabbed the base of his penis with alcohol, then picked up a syringe with a small needle.

"Now you won't even feel the sting of the needle as I inject the Lidocaine. It'll make your penis totally numb for the surgery." She began injecting anesthetic around the base of his penis, until the skin was swollen in a thick ring. Steve didn't even wince because the cream had deadened the skin where the needle went in. "I've given you a lot of anesthetic. It'll take a couple of minutes to work, but meanwhile we can talk about what I'm going to do. Do you want it tight or loose?"

"I'd like it nice and tight, like my brother's," Steve replied. "I like the way his tight circumcision looks."

"Okay, I'll make it nice and tight. I did Mike's circumcision with a Plastibell, but I'm going to do yours freehand, cutting away only the outer skin and stitching the inner layer back on your penis. That's why I'm going to make the first incision far back on the shaft. Do you want to watch?" Steve nodded, and she placed a pillow under his head, then draped his stomach and thighs with a towel with a hole in the center. Drawing his penis through the hole, she picked up a gauze sponge soaked with alcohol and sterilized the skin. Using a card with circular holes as she had with little Mike, she placed the appropriate hole over his penis and marked the line of the cut with a marking pen. She then put on surgical gloves and picked up a small pair of scissors.

"Ready?" she asked. Dr. Marcia pinched the skin halfway down his shaft and drew it out with her delicate fingers, cutting with her scissors around the shaft along the line she'd marked. When she'd finished, there was a circular cut around the shaft, which she dabbed with a gauze sponge to remove the seepage of blood. She pulled on the skin forward of the cut until it was stretched out beyond the end of his penis.

"Now I'm going to remove the outer skin completely." Using the scissors, she cut the outer layer away from the end of the inner layer, which covered the head. She removed the slight trickle of blood with a piece of gauze. Then she pulled the inner layer back over his penis until it met the outer skin she'd left on the shaft. Picking up a small curved needle, she began stitching the cut edges together, using many small sutures. This took quite a few minutes, and when she was done there was a perfectly circular cut ring around Steve's shaft.

"Well, how do you like it?" she asked Steve, who was staring intently at his remodeled penis.

"You were right, Doctor," he replied. "The head does look bigger now that you've excavated the skin from behind the rim." My penis had been leaking lubricant as I'd watched her delicate fingers performing their magic sculpture on my brother's penis, and I'd been rubbing it around the head.

"Now take this pill," she said to Steve. "It'll keep you from getting erections tonight. I'll give you more to take home." As he swallowed the pill, she wrapped a large gauze sponge around his shaft, leaving the head free. She spread anesthetic cream on the head.

"Your glans may feel uncomfortable for a few days, rubbing against your clothing. This will numb it until it desensitizes a bit. You can take the tube home with you and apply more as you need it. Now for the final step." She removed her gloves and picked up the squeeze bottle of glycerin she'd used on me when she'd circumcised Mike.

"Your brother became very aroused watching your circumcision," she said to Steve. "I suspect that because of the difference between your ages, you'd never masturbated together, right?" Steve nodded, and she continued:

"Okay, get off the table and let Frank lie down." Steve complied, and I took his place. She spread Steve's circumcision towel over my stomach.

"Frank relieved your excitement before the surgery, and that was part of the bonding. Now it's your turn to bring him to climax, and you'll also have your first lesson in how to masturbate with a circumcised penis. Wrap your hand around his." Dr. Marcia squirted a stream of glycerin on my penis.

"With a penis that's not tightly cut, you can move the remaining skin up over the glans, just as you did with your foreskin. However, because both of you are tightly cut, you have to use lubrication. Start moving your hand up and down his shaft." Steve began stroking my penis, in long strokes from the base to the end.

"Remember that the area behind the glans is very sensitive in circumcised males. You'll find this out for yourself after you've healed. The area in front of the scar will be as sensitive as your glans, so work on that too. You'll probably use this method when you resume masturbating yourself."

I felt my body tensing as Steve lovingly massaged my rock-hard penis. I felt a tickle in my tube that told me a drop of natural lubricant was crawling up to the tip.

"Now, to increase his sensations and make him climax, twist your fist with each stroke." Steve twisted his fist as he stroked forward on my circumcised penis, and a hot flash of sensation exploded inside my penis.

"You may not have noticed this in yourself because you pulled the foreskin over the glans, but watch what's happening to Frank's penis. See how his glans is turning darker purple as he becomes more excited?"

"Steve nodded, and Dr. Marcia continued:

"Can you feel his glans swell between your fingers? Can you feel it getting even harder?"

"Yeah, it's getting bigger," Steve replied. "Look at the way he's leaking juice." My penis was almost painfully swollen, and I felt a tickling feeling in the head.

"Now, Steve, bring your brother to climax and complete the bonding process. Work right on the corona and the skin behind it." I was moaning, and felt my conscious mind recede as Steve's strokes continued on my swollen penis. My crotch muscles tensed, and I knew I was close.

"He's ready, Steve," Dr. Marcia coached him. "A few more seconds and you'll feel him climax in your hand. His ejaculations will go onto your circumcision towel." I felt the familiar heavy tingle beginning in the head of my penis, and then a hot, hard spasm contracted my crotch and I went soaring into orgasm. Jets of hot lava burned their way up my penis, and my eyes closed. Time stopped. I was floating, totally helpless, as the hot sensations filled me.

When it was over, I opened my eyes to see Dr. Marcia smiling down at me. Steve looked stunned. I suspected he'd never witnessed the violence of orgasm in a mature male. Dr. Marcia wiped my penis with the towel, removing the sperm and the lubricant.

"When you've healed, Steve, you might want to have another mutual masturbation with your brother. You'll then find out how really enjoyable it can be." I knew she was right. Masturbating my circumcised brother would be very pleasurable for me, and from what I'd seen of Steve's reaction, would be a hot thrill for him as well.

We got dressed, and I saw Steve carefully bundling his newly cut penis into his underwear. He put on the rest of his clothing, I wrote a check for Dr. Marcia, and we left for home.