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by Curious03

Preface: I was recently surprised to learn that here in South Africa, circumcision now forms a part of the school syllabus. During the routine physical check-ups as well as health education classes medical male circumcision and traditional male circumcision is covered, and if the learner wants a circumcision done, the school nurse will make the necessary arrangements.

From my own experience in school here in South Africa, circumcision was covered only very briefly in 7th Grade Sex Ed and then again in 9th Grade Biology. The two male teachers that did the 7th Grade Sex Ed gave a very perfunctory explanation just saying it was cleaner to have it done. Our 9th Grade Biology teacher at least provided an explanation of what circumcision actually entailed, and made sure that the boys that weren't circumcised were aware that they needed to retract their foreskin to clean it properly. This story is a bit of fantasy of mine, albeit one where the protagonist is 18, enjoy!


I sat on the small bed in the nurses' office, Sister Wessels in front of me jotting down a few notes in what I assumed was my medical file. She's checked my ears, eyes, nose, throat, neck and chest. Listened to my heart, and palpated various parts of my chest. So far this was going exactly as my previous school physicals year after year, I was a bit bored, and glad to have this latest exam almost done with. Sister Wessels put down her pen, looked up at me, and carefully adjusted her glasses. "You're the perfect picture of health Jean" she smiled up at me. I smiled back, and started to put my school shirt back on, but before I could finished Sister Wessels interrupted me "We're not done yet, Jean, since this is the last school physical, there is one more check we have to do." I looked puzzled, this wasn't part of my previous visits. Sister Wessels stood up and started washing her hands in a nearly basin. "Please take off your pants and underwear."

I stared at her dumbfounded. As she dried her hands, she turned back to "Go on, this won't take long, nothing to be embarrassed about, all the boys and girls are examined by me before they leave school. There's nothing I haven't seen before." I wasn't sure if her smile was supposed to be reassuring, but I gulped as I unzipped and dropped my trousers. Sister Wessels sat back down on her stool, "And your underpants to silly, I can't examine you through those." As she looked up at me, I couldn't help but blush, I took a deep breath and pulled down my underwear.

I gasped as her slightly cold hands started gently examining my testicles "Now Jean, it's important that you regularly do a self-examine on your testicles. it's easiest to do during a nice hot shower, and if you feel any bumps, it's imperative that you visit your doctor as quickly as possible. See how I'm doing it?" I'd had my eyes closed trying to think of anything else, but I now I had to open my eyes to answer her question. Seeing the school nurse with her hands on my balls caused my penis to start stiffening. I hoped she wouldn't notice. I answered her question with a vigorous nod. "Yup, I understand." I continued nodding. The sister smiled again, "And don't worry about having an erection, it's perfectly normal." Instead of her words being reassuring, it simply caused my boner to grow.

She finished examining my testicles, Sister Wessels moved her hands onto my penis, I gasped involuntarily again, this was the first time someone other than I had touched my penis. She gently tried to pull my foreskin back, but the little rosebud of skin didn't budge. As she started to apply more force, my erection stiffened every further. I bit my lip as a familiar pain radiated across my foreskin. "Do you regularly retract your foreskin Jean?" the sister asked. I shook my head a bit. "That's very worrying to hear Jean, at your age your foreskin should be entirely retractable" I could hear a note of concern in her voice.

"I can sometimes do it when I'm not..." I struggled to find the right words.

"When you're not erect?" the sister asked.

I nodded in reply.

"Do you know what circumcision is Jean?" Sister Wessels asked.

"Kinda,,, We covered it a few years ago in Biology." I mumbled.

"It's when the most or all of the foreskin is removed, it's a minor procedure, and circumcision prevents a whole host of issues, including the phimosis that you have." the nurse explained.

I looked down at her again.

"Is that why some of the boys look different down there?" I asked uncertainly.

Now Sister Wessels nodded "That's right, some of the boys here were circumcised when they were born, some have been circumcised traditionally, and quite a few were circumcised right here, by me."

"I don't let a single boy leave this school before I've had this very chat with them. And not many boys leave this school uncircumcised."

I started blushing again "What do you mean?"

She smiled up at me reassuringly "There are a number of health benefits to circumcision, it means your penis is cleaner, more hygienic and it reduces the chances of you contracting a whole host of diseases such as HIV and HPV. Not to mention it's a lot more comfortable, especially for boys that can't retract their foreskin like you can. Plus it's a lot healthier for any sexual partners that you have may." she winked up at me. I winced as my erection got even harder. The pain was barely tolerable at this point.

"You can do it right here? And it'll make the pain stop?"

"That's right" the Sister reassured me "I use a Gomco Clamp, it's quick, painless, and afterwards I use surgical glue so you don't even have to worry about stitches."

I only had to think about it for a moment, anything would be better than this constant burning that I was experiencing. I nodded. "Please circumcise me."

Sister Wessels smiled and nodded "You've made the right decision. Take off your trousers and underwear completely, you can leave them on the chair. And then lie down on the bed please." The sister stood up from the stool and went into the backroom, returning with a covered tray, putting it down next to me.

She stood up again and started washing her hands, this time donning a pair of surgical gloves. Uncovering the tray, I saw a silver contraption, a scalpel, forceps, a small vial, and a syringe with a long thin needle. She saw me looking up at her nervously as she filled the syringe from the vial. "Don't worry, this will only pinch for a moment, and then no-more pain." I looked on dubiously as she lifted my penis and brought the needle closer. I grabbed onto the side of the bed as the needle plunged into the base of my penis. A burning feeling started spreading, but just as I started getting worried that I wouldn't be able to handle the pain, the sensation was replaced with coldness.

"As I said, most boys your age have a foreskin that can retract, so for your circumcision there is an extra step..." she trailed off as she picked up the forceps and opened the tool, she slowly inserted one end of the forceps into the small opening of my foreskin. I stared on, slightly confused and relieved as I had no sense of sensation from my penis. I could see the outline of the forceps in my foreskin as it went deeper and deeper, and then Sister Wessels closed the forceps, and squeezed until I could see the strain in her forearms. She unclicked the forceps and withdrew them, I could see a zippered line running down the foreskin "Is that it? I asked "That wasn't that bad" I breathed a sigh of relief. As she picked up a pair of surgical scissors, she just smiled at me. Without reacting, I watched as she inserted one end of the scissors the same way she'd just inserted the forceps just moments ago. And I twitched noticeably as she closed the scissors, cutting down, my glans springing free from the confinement of my tight foreskin.

"Step 1 done!" Sister Wessels proclaimed. I stared down at my penis. I'd so seldom seen my glans, and never in its entirety. SIster Wessels attached a forceps to either edge of the now split foreskin, and retracted the doomed foreskin. She picked up the surgical scissors again "I just did a dorsal slit, it's an incision that allows me to complete the circumcision more accurately. Now I'm going to remove the frenulum..." I looked down again as she lifted my penis and snipped out a web of skin from under my glans. "Now, I can apply the Gomco clamp..."

The Sister fitted a bell over my glans, she then used the forceps to pull my foreskin over the bell, before releasing the forceps, she then fitted the arm of the clamp, over the bell. Again picking up the forceps, she pulled the foreskin through the bell and arm, she kept pulling until I could see the skin of my ball sack go tight. "And now I tighten the clamp..." She fitted a nut and started turning, and turning, and turning. "The clamp stays in place for a few minutes..." she narrated, and after what felt like forever, she picked up a scalpel and ran it around the bell. Sister Wessels then pulled my now severed foreskin from the clamp and put it into kidney-shaped dish. I was surprised at how little blood there was. Sister Wessels undid the clamp, and for the first time I saw my now foreskin-less penis. There was a red ring about 4cm running around my penis. Sister Wessels picked up a small plastic bottle, and liberally applied the bottle's contents around the red ring.

"And you are now circumcised."