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By Ryan James
 
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Our parents died in a car accident when my little brother and I were aged seven and eight.
 
We came to live with our aunt and uncle, who were both in their fifties at the time.  They had no children of their own.  My uncle was a kind, quiet man, who never said much.  He spent most of his time working in his attic, building model railways.  My aunt dealt with our upbringing.  She was a strict woman who demanded obedience, but it would be wrong to describe her that way without also remarking upon her warm heart, and the pleasure she took from making us boys laugh.
 
It was a tough time for both of us, especially at first, but I looked after my little brother as best I could.  He wasn't as tough as I was, and he seemed to need me.  I liked being needed, too.  I guess it helped me get through my grief.
 
We were both energetic kids, but in different ways.  Nathan liked swimming, and did so as often as he could.  He was on the school team, and actually he was very good.  I liked skateboarding and riding my mountain bike.  I was very competitive with my friends, and frequently made crazy bets that resulted in me performing (or trying to perform) dangerous stunts.  Consequently, I was forever coming home with cuts and scrapes.  My uncle joked that I was probably bulletproof.  In hindsight, I guess I was lucky that I didn't break my neck.
 
When he was about twelve (and I was thirteen), my brother developed a problem with his foreskin.  Our aunt took him to see our family doctor on several occasions, and after trying a number of creams that had no effect, the doctor recommended that he be circumcised.  My aunt immediately agreed, but chose to ask a friend - a doctor - to perform his circumcision privately.
 
The Sunday before his circumcision, Nathan had swim practice, which meant that I had the bedroom to myself.  I liked to masturbate, but I didn't want to do it with my kid brother watching, so I was grateful for the opportunity to have a little privacy.  Enjoying having the room to myself, I slowly and gently masturbated.  I didn't want to finish too soon, wanted to savour the experience, so I paused every few minutes to make it last.  I used long, slow strokes, as was my habit, moving my penile skin from the root of my penis to the very tip.  I savoured the way my snug foreskin felt as it moved over my glans, how it 'clicked' over the rim of my glans, with a tingling that almost felt electric, and the intense stretch sensations as I pulled my foreskin back, putting tension on my frenulum.  At times I lightly stroked my frenulum with my finger.  Eventually I came, shooting hot jets of semen over my stomach and chest.
 
By the night before his circumcision, my brother was a little anxious, as might be expected.  He and I sat on my bunk bed and compared penises.  I showed him how my foreskin worked, and showed him the glans underneath.
 
"It reeks," he complained.
 
I was embarrassed.  Even though I had showered the previous day, it was true that there was a distinct odour.  "So do you, but do you hear me complaining?" I retorted.  He laughed.
 
At last, the day came and she got us both in the car and drove to see her doctor friend.  I tried to take Nathan's mind off it by playing games with him, but nothing I did seemed to help his anxiety.
 
We arrived at a large office block, and took the lift up to the 2nd floor, where my aunt's doctor friend had her office.  I noticed Nathan's legs were trembling in the lift.  But my aunt just hurried us in, and hugged her friend who was waiting for us at her reception desk.  The doctor was a small wiry lady in her early fifties, I'd say.  I don't remember having seen her before.  She told our aunt that since it was just us this afternoon, she'd allowed her staff to go home early.
 
After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor opened the door and told us to come in.  An operating table was already prepared.  "Which of you is going first," she asked.
 
Nathan and I looked at each other.  "What?" was all I could think to say.
 
"You're both being circumcised," she said patiently.  "Which of you is going first?"
 
Suddenly I felt cold.  "But ... I ... I don't want to be circumcised," I stammered.
 
"You're being circumcised today, Josh.  It's all arranged," said my aunt.
 
"But ... There's nothing wrong with ..."
 
"Josh, you're going to be circumcised, and you're going to be circumcised today."  Circumcised.  Every time she used the word it felt like a blow from a dagger.  "This isn't a topic for discussion.  Understand?"  I just nodded.  There wasn't much else that I could do.  It seemed so unfair that I had to lose my foreskin when there wasn't even anything wrong with it.
 
"Why am I being circumcised," I blurted out.
 
"Josh ..."  A distinct edge to her voice warned me not to press the issue.
 
I looked at Nathan, who looked back at me with a pained expression.  I could see the fear in his eyes, so although I felt sick I volunteered to go first.  I felt like crying but I had to be strong for my little brother.  The doctor smiled gently and told me to get on the table.
 
"Wait," said my aunt.  "I don't want Nathan to have to watch his brother's circumcision while he waits.  It'll make him too anxious.  Let him get it over with."  So I sat down again, and Nathan got up.  Well, actually he tried to get up, but his legs buckled under him, and my aunt and I had to help him to the table.
 
I sat down, frightened and stunned.  I felt confused.  I didn't want to be circumcised.  I loved the way my foreskin felt, the way it moved, loved the sensations when I masturbated.  I couldn't stop myself thinking how much I would miss my foreskin.  I fought back the tears and glared at the floor.
 
The doctor told Nathan to take off his shorts and underwear, which he did. Nathan's penis looked tiny, I guess because he was so nervous.
 
The doctor picked up a syringe, which looked huge to my eyes, and filled it with liquid.  Then she injected some of the liquid in the base of Nathan's penis.  Nathan winced.  "This is local anaesthetic," she explained.  "So you won't feel any pain while I ... work."  Nathan nodded, but he looked dazed, like he wasn't really listening.  She made a couple more injections and scrubbed at his penis with an iodine solution.  "You were quite right to bring him in," she said to my aunt.  "His foreskin is very tight, and there's quite a lot of scar tissue at the tip."  
 
"Well, I've every confidence in you, Elaine," said our aunt.
 
"Don't worry," the doctor smiled reassuringly, "It's a very simple procedure.  I've done it lots of times before."
 
Then she took a pair of forceps and lightly pinched the skin of Nathan's penis, right at the tip.  She asked if he could feel anything, but he couldn't.  "Then I'll begin," she said.
 
I was feeling very sorry for myself at this point, and could barely concentrate, but I was sufficiently curious that I watched closely.
 
Kneading Nathan's penis between her fingers, she carefully pushed the core of his penis towards his abdomen while pulling the skin towards her.  Satisfied, she then clamped a pair of forceps across his foreskin.  
 
"I'm making this quite a tight circumcision," she told Nathan.  "So it will look neat and you won't have any unsightly rolls of skin on your penis that can trap sweat and bacteria."
 
Then she took a scalpel and sliced off his foreskin.  It came away so easily, it was hard to believe that it would make such a difference, that this was the point at which Nathan became a circumcised boy.
 
Removing the clamps, she inserted some sutures to stem the bleeding.  The skin on Nathan's penis retracted towards the base, leaving a wide collar of red, raw-looking tissue.
 
Now she took a suturing needle and hooked it through the skin at the base of his penis, joining it to the skin near the glans.  She repeated this many times, making a neat row of stitches.  He had a perfectly circular ring of black stitches around the middle of his penis.  
 
Finally, she cut through Nathan's frenulum with a small pair of scissors.  "The frenulum can pull on the glans, which can be quite uncomfortable, and it can even tear," she told our aunt.  "I've cut Nathan's frenulum so it won't be tight, but I'm not going to remove it.  It's quite thin and I don't think it will cause him any trouble."
 
Eventually she finished her work, and Nathan could see his new penis.  The doctor beckoned to my aunt, who walked over to inspect.
 
"You've done a nice job, Elaine," said my aunt.  "It looks very neat."
 
"Thank you.  It's quite a tight circumcision, as you can see.  There's just a little wrinkling at the moment, but that's because his penis is so much smaller than usual, due to the trauma of surgery."
 
"Doesn't that look nice, Nathan?" prompted my aunt.  (My brother mumbled agreement.)  "Thank you, Elaine."  With that, my aunt sat down again.
 
The doctor wrapped Nathan's penis in a gauze bandage and then told him to put his clothes on and sit back down.  She busied herself for a few moments, cleaning the table and setting out some new instruments.
 
Now she looked at me and said, "Your turn, Josh."
 
Scared from seeing what she had done to Nathan, I walked over to the operating table with unsteady legs, but I was determined not to seem a coward in front of my brother.
 
I was told to remove my jeans and underwear, which I did.  Suddenly, I made one last attempt to save my foreskin: "Please, I really don't want to be circumcised.  Don't do it."
 
"Josh, I'm warning you," my aunt growled.  My face fell as I realised that nothing I could say or do would allow me to escape.
 
Like Nathan's, my penis was smaller than its usual size (which was then about three inches when flaccid and about four and a half when erect), and the pointed nozzle extended even further from the glans than was normal for me.  "So this is the boy who has been masturbating," the doctor remarked, making me want to sink into the floor.  My aunt must have seen me.  I guessed that was why I was being circumcised.  Mentally I cursed the unfairness of it all.
 
Once I lay on the operating table, struggling not to cry in front of my brother, she started work, only now she seemed to discuss every step she took with my aunt.  First she shaved off my small patch of fuzzy pubic hair ("He's obviously just reached puberty, as his pubic hair is beginning to grow.")  Again, I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.   Then she injected the local anaesthetic, which stung.
 
She roughly scrubbed my penis with an iodine solution, pulling my foreskin back hard and scrubbing the inside, too.  The anaesthetic was starting to work, which made it feel very peculiar as she scrubbed.  I could feel some of what she was doing, but I felt numb at the same time.
 
She tugged hard on the skin of my penis, stretching it out a long way.  Then she inserted her gloved finger under my foreskin, and pushed it towards my body.  I could plainly see the shape of her finger under the skin of my penis.  "Josh has an unusually long foreskin", she told my aunt.  "All this is foreskin," she indicated her finger.  "It covers more than half the length of the penis."
 
She squeezed my skin between two of her fingers, pushing the core of my penis towards my body.  She repeated this process, pulling the skin away from my body and pushing the core inwards, until she seemed satisfied.  Then she took a pair of forceps and clamped the skin.  My penis seemed to have been compressed so that it was only about an inch long.  "I'm making Josh's circumcision about as tight as Nathan's," she remarked.
 
My aunt looked doubtful.  "If he can move any skin, I think it will be tempting for him.  I think tighter might be best, don't you?"
 
The doctor looked unconvinced.  "I'd advise against it," she said.  "I circumcised Nathan quite tightly."  After a pause, she added, "I can make Josh's tighter if that's what you want.  But it will be uncomfortable for him as it heals."
 
"That's okay.  He's a tough boy, who isn't frightened of a little discomfort.  Make his circumcision as tight as you can, please.  Could you make it impossible for him to masturbate?"
 
"No," she laughed.  "Boys always find a way."
 
"Not," my aunt said firmly, "my boys, and not in my house."
 
The doctor paused, looking thoughtful.  "I've had an idea.  The tightness will make it more difficult for him to masturbate, of course," she said slowly, "but there is something else I can do, too.  With Nathan's circumcision, I left quite a lot of the mucosa.  That's the pink, inner layer of skin," she explained.  "But I'll remove much more of the inner skin from Josh's penis."
 
"Why?" asked my aunt.
 
"I'll explain in a moment."  She frowned, and inspected the clamps carefully.  After a few seconds, she explained, "I set up the clamps while I was still planning to circumcise Josh the same way I did Nathan.  But removing the inner foreskin as well will mean that Josh has less skin covering his penis.  I'm just trying to decide whether to adjust the clamps.  If I leave them as they are, it will be an extremely tight circumcision."
 
She looked at me, and I guess she saw the concern on my face.  "Don't worry, Josh.  Your penis will still work, I promise," she said to me.
 
Looking at my aunt, she said, "The skin on his penis will be pulled very tight, even when it is flaccid, and instead of hanging downwards, the penis will probably point outwards from his body.  His scrotum will be pulled up onto the shaft of his penis, and probably some hair-bearing skin, too.  Do you really want Josh's circumcision to be that tight?"
 
"That sounds perfect," said my aunt.  "Make it as tight as you possibly can."
 
I hated her for saying that.  It sounded horrible.  I wanted to shout, "that's my penis you're talking about."  But I silently stared at my penis instead, feeling sorry for myself.
 
The doctor nodded.  "Okay then, young man, let's circumcise you," she said to me.  I gulped nervously.  
 
She moved my penis from side to side, saying to my aunt, "with a tight circumcision it's especially important to make sure it's even, otherwise the penis can be twisted to one side by the tension on the skin."
 
Stretching the skin between the two sets of forceps, she started cutting the skin as close as she could to the set nearest my body.  A few drops of blood oozed from the skin as she cut.  As she cut, she said to me, "you'll find it much easier to keep your penis clean now, Josh.  It must have been difficult with such a long foreskin.  Now it will almost wash itself."
 
When she finished cutting, she picked up the skin she had removed, and stretched it, showing my aunt.  "This is what I've removed.  It's most of the skin from Josh's penis."  The skin looked huge, and I believed her.  "There's no going back now, Josh," she said, and I tried to smile at her but couldn't.  
 
My aunt looked slightly concerned, for the first time.  "That seems rather a lot of skin," she remarked.
 
"Well, it is.  He had an unusually long foreskin, and now he has a radical circumcision.  It's a big change.  It's going to be very different.  He'll get used to it, though."
 
My aunt chuckled.
 
Now the doctor released the forceps, and my skin instantly sprang back towards my body.  Blood started to drip from severed blood vessels, and one by one she sealed them with her diathermy device.  In a couple of places she inserted a suture to stop the bleeding.
 
My penis looked thoroughly skinned.  It looked as though she had cut it right back to the very base.  It was quite a frightening sight.   "Now I'm going to remove Josh's inner foreskin," she said.
 
She took a pair of forceps and clamped them onto some skin where it attached to the glans.  Then she started to cut away the tissue with scissors, leaving a narrow strip of skin connected to the glans.
 
"The inner foreskin contains a lot of nerve endings," she explained, "so it is very sensitive tissue, much more so than the shaft skin.  The more we remove, the less sensitive Josh's penis will be, and so he'll find masturbation less rewarding," she said.  
 
I gulped involuntarily.  I hadn't expected this.  I looked at the narrow strip of skin that she had left, which had curled itself into a roll.  It looked so small and delicate, it was pale and almost transparent.
 
"Don't worry, Josh.  You'll still be able to orgasm," she said, "but you will have to work harder to get there, and it will take you longer."
 
"Now I understand why you're circumcising Josh in a different way," my aunt said.  "I see you've left some of the skin," she remarked, disapprovingly.
 
"Yes, I think it's best to leave a quarter of an inch or so.  I don't want to make Josh's penis too insensitive, otherwise he might not be able to orgasm."
 
"That might not be such a bad thing," my aunt said.  "It doesn't really matter if his penis is too insensitive, but if it is too sensitive his circumcision might not be enough to stop that filthy habit of his.  Please do everything you can to remove his temptation."
 
The doctor exhaled and grasped the remaining strip of foreskin with her forceps, pulling hard on it to stretch it from the glans.  "Okay, I'll remove every trace of inner skin," she said as she worked, and it was obvious that she was doing exactly that.
 
I watched silently, helplessly, as she cut away what little sexual sensitivity the doctor had previously left.  Tears stung my eyes as indignation welled up inside of me.  I felt so furious with my aunt, furious that I had to be denied sexual pleasure - and for the rest of my life - to satisfy my aunt's prehistoric view of masturbation.  Never again would I enjoy the sensations from a simple wank.  The natural pleasure of my foreskin - MY foreskin - was gone, destroyed.
 
She worked very meticulously, tugging the skin away from the glans and cutting it with her scalpel.  She left a neat red line around the rim of my glans, where the skin of my penis had previously joined my glans.  Taking another pair of forceps, she clamped them onto my frenulum and pulled it away from my glans.  "I'm also going to remove the frenulum," she said.
 
"Aren't you just going to cut it, like you did with Nathan?", my aunt asked.
 
Tugging at my frenulum to keep it under tension, she used her scalpel to cut it out.   "No, I'm removing it completely."  She scraped at a remaining tag of frenulum.  "There, it's gone now.  The frenulum is ... was ... the most sensitive part of his penis, so this will reduce his sensitivity considerably."
 
I knew how good my frenulum had felt.  But it was too late to say anything now.  My frenulum was gone forever, and couldn't be replaced.  By now tears slowly trickled down my cheeks as I watched.
 
My aunt looked pleased.  "We're very grateful for your attention to detail," she said.
 
"Interestingly, almost all of the type of nerve ending responsible for feeling fine touch are located in the frenulum and inner foreskin," she commented.  "So as a result of Josh's circumcision, his penis is no longer be capable of feeling fine touch.  He's just left with the more primitive nerve endings in the glans and deep in the shaft, that respond to cruder touch and pressure."  I hadn't expected this.  My penis would not merely be less sensitive, but it would be unable to sense an entire class of sensation.  I wondered what it would feel like.
 
My penis looked very strange.  At the end of my shaft was my glans, but between that and the base of my penis there was no skin at all, just raw-looking tissue.  It was obvious that my circumcision would be far more thorough than Nathan's.
 
Using a set of forceps, she grasped the skin that had retracted to my scrotum and pulled it towards my glans.  Then she started to suture the skin edges together along the underside of my penis.  She seemed to have difficulty getting the skin edges to meet.  "Because I've removed all of the inner foreskin, I'm having to suture the skin directly to the glans," she explained.  "I'm afraid it won't very comfortable as it heals," she added.  I just nodded.  Discomfort was the last thing I was worried about.
 
The tension in the skin made the skin edges gape apart between sutures, and she inserted some more to hold the skin together.  Then she paused and, taking a pair of scissors, trimmed a crescent-shaped piece of skin from the upper side of my penis.  "The skin is stretched very tightly on the underside of your penis, Josh," she explained.  "I need to remove a little more skin on this side so that the tension is even."  Satisfied, she continued suturing my penis.
 
At long last, she finished.  "All done, now, Josh," she said.
 
My penis looked totally transformed.  Its appearance was completely different from how it was just half an hour before.  The long, pointed foreskin was gone forever, and in its place was a short, very tight-looking shaft with my glans looking very exposed on the end, a ring of stitches surrounding it.  It felt strange to have my glans visible in front of so many people.  I was used to it being a private body part.  
 
My aunt walked over to inspect, and nodded approvingly.  "I suppose it'll be quite difficult for him to masturbate now?" she asked.
 
"The tightness of his circumcision will make it impossible to masturbate by moving the penile skin, yes."  She grasped my penis between her finger and thumb, and tried to move the skin.  Already stretched tight, there was no give in the skin whatsoever.  I gulped, and wondered how I'd be able to masturbate now.
 
My aunt smiled her approval.  "How sensitive will his penis be?" she asked.
 
"It's difficult to quantify because every penis is different, but I'm certain that it will be much less sensitive.  I've removed every trace of the sensitive inner foreskin and frenulum, along with their rich networks of nerve endings.  I've also removed almost all of the skin from the shaft of his penis.  What little skin he has left will have to stretch to cover his shaft, and as it stretches it will become less sensitive.  And his glans will become less sensitive, too, now that it's permanently exposed.  At a rough guess, I'd say that his penis is at most a quarter as sensitive as it was before his circumcision, but I think a more likely figure is an tenth.  I have to say that I removed a lot more tissue, and especially more of the sensitive tissue, than I would in a normal circumcision.  It's hard to imagine a more severe circumcision."
 
My aunt nodded approvingly.  "I just hope it works," she said.
 
The doctor nodded.  "It will be very different," she said to me.  "It's like a brand new penis, and I think you'll get to like it in time.   But it will feel a bit strange at first."
 
I couldn't think of anything to say.  I couldn't stop staring at my penis, remembering my foreskin, what it used to look like, and how it used to feel.  It looked so different now, so alien.
 
My aunt smiled, and nodded approvingly.  "I see his penis is pointing straight out," she said.
 
"Yes, that's caused by the tension in the skin.  As Josh's penis grows and gets heavier, it might point downwards a bit, but as I said earlier it will never hang like an uncircumcised penis."
 
She indicated the skin of my pubic area, which was pulled up onto the shaft of my penis.  "This is happening because I've removed such a lot of skin.  Josh's penis doesn't have enough shaft skin to cover it, so skin is being pulled up from his abdomen.  The skin will stretch over the next few months, and once it does his penis will have just enough skin to cover the shaft, with nothing to spare."
 
She bandaged my penis, and helped me to dress myself.  Then she took my brother and I into the corridor outside, and sat both of us down.  My brother said his penis hurt; mine was still numb.
 
"The anaesthetic's wearing off, and they're both going to be in some pain, especially Josh because he has so much tension on his sutures," she said to my aunt.  "I'm going to give you a prescription for some strong painkillers, and I want to see the boys again in a week.  I'm afraid you boys won't be able to shower until then.  Oh, and if you get erections at night, pull your knees up to your chest.  That'll help to relieve the tension."
 
Our aunt drove us home, pausing only to call into a chemist to pick up our prescription.  While she was in the shop, my brother said "sorry, Josh".
 
"Don't be.  It's not your fault, man,"  I said.  I gently punched him on the shoulder, but neither of us were in the mood to play.
 
Both shocked and exhausted, neither Nathan nor I said anything on the way home.  My penis felt like it was on fire, and I was glad to be given a painkiller when I got home.
 
The combination of the drugs and the strain of the day made Nathan and I feel sleepy, and we both dozed off early in the evening.  Our aunt took us to our bedroom, and told us to change into our pyjamas.  We both did so, very gingerly, as even with the tight bandages around our penises we both felt very delicate. My bandage only covered about half of my glans, leaving a sensitive tip, and it hurt as fabric brushed across it.  As I got into bed it seemed to scrape against the inside of my pyjamas, making me wince.
 
"Josh," Nathan whispered.
 
"Yeah," I replied sleepily.
 
"She really stripped everything off your dick, did you see?" he said.
 
"Yeah.  She cut you tight, too."
 
"You know all the stuff she cut off?  Are you scared?" he asked.
 
"Yeah," I admitted.  "G'night."
 
We were woken once in the night, to take our painkillers, but then we quickly went back to sleep.  In the morning, I saw that my glans was very badly bruised.  Nathan's was too.  We both put on very baggy clothes, and watched television for most of the day, in a dazed and groggy state.  
 
The next few days passed quickly, and I remember very little about them.  I do remember, however, getting an erection on the third night.  I almost screamed as I woke.  It felt like someone was pulling fish hooks through my penis.  It was excruciating.  Remembering what the doctor had said, I pulled my knees up to my chest, and lay in bed, panting, as I waited for the erection to go.  I went to the toilet, and carefully studied the bandage for signs of bleeding, but to my amazement there was none.  Nathan woke up later that night, with the same problem.  He complained that it hurt, but he didn't seem in as much pain as I was.
 
I had several erections after that night, too.  Most nights, in fact.  But they seemed to get less painful as time passed.
 
By the following Wednesday, Nathan had stopped taking the painkillers completely, and I was taking them only at night.  We were both energetic boys, and we were keen to get our bandages off and get back to normal life.
 
In the afternoon, our aunt drove us to her doctor friend again.  This time, her receptionist was there, and told us to take a seat.  We waited for ten minutes, and then the doctor emerged with a woman and a young boy of seven or so, who looked a bit dazed and was walking oddly.  I guessed that he had just been circumcised, too.  She nodded at us, and said that she'd be with us shortly.
 
A few moments later, she invited us into her office.  "Now there's nothing to worry about, boys.  I'm just going to take off your bandages, and check that your circumcisions are healing properly," she said.  "Who's first?"
 
Nathan stood up, and walked over to her.  "Where do you want me?" he asked.
 
"Just take off your jeans and underwear, and get on the table," she said.
 
He promptly did so, and she turned around with a sponge and a large bowl of warm water.  "Now I'm just going to soften the bandage, which will make it easier to remove," she said.  She started to sponge Nathan's bandage.  Then she took a pair of scissors and cut through its outer layers.
 
Using the sponge to loosen the bandage, she gently unwound the gauze.  Then she lifted away the gauze, revealing a lightly bloodstained pad underneath, which she tried to lift away.  Nathan flinched, saying "ouch!"  She apologised, and carefully wetted the pad until she was able to lift it away.
 
There was very little bruising, and the doctor seemed very pleased with the way his penis had healed.  "I think we can take these sutures out now," she said.
 
"This might hurt a little bit, but it won't take long," she said to Nathan, and taking a pair of tweezers and pointed scissors, she took out his sutures one by one.  She wiped away a drop or two of blood with an alcohol-soaked pad.
 
"Okay, all done," she said.  "You must be gentle with it for another few weeks, but you're basically healed.  Why don't you stand up, and show your aunt?"
 
Nathan stood up,   His penis looked completely circumcised, with smooth, tight skin without any bunching or folding.  There was a neat red line about halfway along his shaft, at which point the colour of his penis changed from the pink of his inner foreskin to the white of his outer skin.  His inner skin was a little swollen, and the skin of his glans was peeling, like it was sunburned.  He seemed pleased, and smiled at me and my aunt.
 
Nathan carefully put his penis in his underwear, and put his jeans back on.
 
Now it was my turn.  I took off my shorts (I wasn't wearing underwear, as it was too uncomfortable on my bare glans), and got on the table.  Using the same method, she slowly removed my bandage.
 
My penis looked startling.  My glans was peeling badly.  There was a ring of stitches around my glans, and the skin was obviously stretched very tight on my shaft.  It was obvious even from a casual glance that my circumcision was much, much tighter than my brother's.  My penis still pointed straight out, and was (to my embarrassment) about the same size as Nathan's.  She started to remove the sutures.  When she had removed them all, she wiped away a drop of blood and told me to stand up.  Although the stitch marks were visible, my incision line was so neat and buried so well in the groove behind my glans that it was barely noticeable.  My glans, which was about three quarters of an inch long, stood proud at the end of my three-quarter inch shaft, which in turn pulled a small cone of skin up from my pubic region, on which hair was now regrowing.  My penis pointed straight out, away from my body.  It looked surprisingly streamlined, almost aerodynamic.  
 
"Your penis looks excellent, Josh.  I'm very pleased with the way you're healing.  Have you had any erections yet?"
 
I blushed.  "Some."
 
"Are they painful?" she asked.
 
"Yeah," I acknowledged.
 
"I'm not surprised.  It's just part of the healing process, I'm afraid.  Before long they'll just be a bit uncomfortable," she told me.
 
She told me to put on my shorts, which I did.  I felt every movement as my glans, no longer covered by bandage or protected by foreskin, brushed against my clothing.  My aunt noticed that my penis was visible when I walked, and said that I had better wear tight underwear from then on, to stop my penis from sticking out.  "Wait.  I'd advise against that," the doctor said, "Josh's penis points straight out because that position spreads the tension out evenly across his penis.  Forcing it away from that position will put additional strain on his incision line.  Watch."  She pressed my penis downwards, and the skin on the upper side of my shaft became shiny with the added tension.  "You see the way his skin became even tighter?  I'd rather avoid that until he has fully healed."
 
"Okay, you know best," my aunt said.
 
The doctor quickly checked Nathan's penis, since he was there, and was equally pleased with his progress.  "You're a fine pair of clean-cut young men," she declared with obvious pride.  She told Nathan and I to avoid vigorous exercise for the next two weeks, and said that she wanted to see us again in a month.
 
As soon as I got home, I went straight to the bathroom, where I inspected my penis closely.  I saw how it pointed straight out, how tight it looked.  With my finger  I gently traced the thin pink line at the rim of my glans, where the stitches had been.  Pushing my penis towards my abdomen, I examined the underside.  Here the line continued, tracing the shape of my glans, with no inner foreskin at all left.  Nor was there any sign that I ever had a frenulum - the groove in the underside of my glans was completely smooth, without any trace of it left.
 
I urinated, it came out in a neat stream.  I had trouble with the last few drops, though.  When I was uncircumcised I used to squeeze out the drops by milking my penis, but I found that I couldn't do that without moveable skin.  I had to shake my penis vigorously to make the droplets fly out.
 
Instinctively I tried to cover my glans before putting my penis away again.  I grasped the shaft, and tried to move the skin, but it was completely immobile, already stretched taut by my circumcision.  I missed the comfort of my foreskin.  It felt wrong without it.
 
That night I cupped my glans in my hand as I slept, trying to compensate for the lost protection of my foreskin.
 
The next morning, I woke up very early and immediately recognised the tight feeling in my penis that signalled an erection.  Instinctively I pulled my knees up to my chest.  But although it hurt a bit it was more uncomfortable than painful, and I didn't mind it much as I lay there in bed.  Absently I put my hand inside my pyjamas and felt my penis.  My glans was still very sensitive, but it wasn't painful to touch as it had been at first, and I lightly caressed it with my fingertips.  It felt nice.  Then I traced the site of the incision line, right next to my glans. That hurt a little, so I brushed my fingers along my shaft instead.  Suddenly I felt desperately horny, and I gripped my shaft in my hand and tried to masturbate how I used to.  The skin was completely rigid, and wouldn't move at all.  It just hurt as I pulled on it, and soon I gave up.  My circumcision was so severe that I couldn't do it any more.  I felt stupid, blaming myself for not having thought of a way to avoid being circumcised.  I liked the way it looked, but it didn't work any more.  I lay in bed, crying softly to myself, and I must have fallen back to sleep as the next thing I knew Nathan was waking me up.
 
The following weekend, I was feeling much more confident that erections wouldn't tear my skin, and I was curious to examine my penis when it was hard.  I stood under the hot water in the shower and allowed it to fall on my sensitive glans.  Sure enough, I felt my penis begin to harden and I gripped my shaft and tugged on the skin, feeling the tension increase as my erection grew.  The skin became white and very shiny, and as it did my glans seemed to change shape, becoming more rounded and losing definition at the rim.  My penis pointed slightly upwards, a few degrees towards my stomach.  My scrotum was pulled up tight onto the shaft of my penis, and my balls popped inside my body.  The erection hurt a little bit, but it was nothing like the pain I'd had at first.  It was really more a kind of uncomfortable, tight feeling.  It tingled slightly and felt hot.
 
I pressed down on my glans, wanting to look properly at my penis.  It was difficult to judge its length exactly, as the tension pulled up a cone of skin from my pubic area, making it hard to tell where my penis began.  However, I'd guess it was about three and a half inches in total.  My shaft skin was extremely tight and completely immobile.  The purple-pink of my glans made a sharp contrast against the whiteness of my shaft.
 
I allowed some more water to fall onto my glans, and made a bet with myself that I couldn't stand it for a whole minute.  In the end, I ducked away after about thirty seconds, it was just too intense for me to bear.  Taking a blob of shower gel in my hand, I gently rubbed it into my scrotum, then along my penis.  It felt weird, so unlike soaping up my penis when I had a foreskin.  Just tight shaft and glans.  It felt so neat that I did it a few times.
 
Then I moved my hand over my glans, rubbing some shower gel into it, and my knees buckled with the intensity of the sensation.  Suddenly I realised how I could masturbate, and felt an urgent need to ejaculate there and then.  I hadn't masturbated for more than a fortnight.  Using the shower gel to lubricate my hand, I rubbed and squeezed my glans, moving my hand back and forth over it, frothy bubbles streaming down my legs.
 
It felt radically different from what I was used to, and almost felt as though I was masturbating someone else's penis, except of course for the sensations I felt.   The sensations were very different.  My penis was noticeably less sensitive (I never realised how much difference the foreskin had made), but I instinctively compensated by stimulating it more roughly than I had before, and it felt good, more intense.  It felt strange, too, to move my hand over my penis without moving my skin, and though I didn't intend to I kept slipping back into my old routine, grasping the shaft and trying to move it, but of course I couldn't.  Rubbing the glans was almost too much for me, but rubbing the shaft didn't do much, and I didn't have a frenulum to stroke any more.  So I continued to rub my glans out of necessity - I didn't have any other choice.  I was so desperate that I came within a few minutes, squirting thick jets against the shower curtain.  Involuntarily, I grunted loudly as my glans became much more sensitive when I ejaculated.
 
I felt exhausted and drained, and my legs actually shook from the intensity of my orgasm.  As my penis softened, I carefully washed my semen off the shower curtain, and rinsed my penis, which had now returned to its straight-out angle.  I massaged my balls back into my scrotum, and got out of the shower.
 
I was elated.  I could still do it, and it felt great.  I could still do it!
 
Before I got dressed, I carefully wiped the mist from the bathroom mirror, and looked at myself in it.  My penis bobbed out in front of me with a reddish and slightly sore-looking glans at the end, but I didn't mind a bit.  I turned to one side, and admired the way my penis looked.  The tight shaft pointed straight out, and my balls were pulled up under it.  The glans seemed as though it was on display at the end.  It suddenly looked cool, and for the first time I loved my circumcision.  "Yes!" I cried, and jumped up in the air. Then, feeling foolish, I put on my pyjamas and went to bed, wearing a silly smirk on my face.
 
That was when I started to take a shower every morning, which delighted my aunt.  I'm not sure that she'd have been so pleased if she knew why.
 
The following weeks passed quickly.  Nathan and I were able to exercise again, he started swimming every day, and I returned to my bike and skateboard.  It was a beautiful hot summer, and we spent as much of it as we could out of doors.
 
In time, it was time for our next appointment with the doctor.  When we got to her office, the doctor was waiting for us.  She said to my aunt, "why don't you sit here and have a cup of tea?  I'm sure the boys would like to see me on their own."
 
Seeming surprised, my aunt agreed, and Nathan and I entered the surgery with the doctor.
 
She briefly examined Nathan's penis, which she said had healed perfectly.  It had, too.  There was just a very thin white line, perfectly straight, running all the way around his penis.  Other than that, there was virtually no sign that he'd ever been circumcised, except of course for the smooth, tight skin of his shaft.
 
I quickly dropped my shorts, and got up on the table.  The doctor examined my penis, which to my relief had grown so that it was now about the same size as it was before my circumcision. The "tent" of skin pulled up from my abdomen was much less pronounced, but there was still no looseness in my skin at all.  On the underside, my scrotum had pulled up onto my shaft.
 
My pubic hair had fully regrown now, and also covered the lower part of my penis.  I pointed this out to the doctor.
 
"Yes, I expected this to happen," she explained.  "The skin from your pubic hair area has been pulled up onto your shaft, because your circumcision is so tight.  Some men shave there, but be careful if you do," she warned.
 
"Now, I assume both of you boys are getting erections," she said.
 
We both mumbled embarrassed acknowledgements.
 
"Is everything okay?" she asked.
 
Nathan nodded.
 
"Josh?" she prompted.
 
"They still feel kind of tight, but yeah, I guess," I said.
 
"Have you masturbated at all?" she asked.
 
I felt my face redden, and looked away from her.
 
"It's okay, Josh.  All boys do it.  I won't tell your aunt, I promise," she assured me.
 
"Well, um, in the shower..." my voice tailed off.
 
She smiled sympathetically, sensing my embarrassment.  "Good," she said.  "I thought you might have been.  Your glans looks a little chafed, obviously from where you've been rubbing it.  Are you using soap?"
 
"Shower gel," I nodded.  My little brother chuckled and grinned annoyingly at me, obviously loving my embarrassment.
 
"It's a bit harsh.  Try using something a little milder.  Lots of boys use hand cream, or vaseline," she said.
 
I didn't know what to say, but she told us to get dressed and then took us out to reception, where our aunt was waiting.  "They've both healed very well.  Josh can wear underwear, now, if you're concerned about his penis being obvious in clothing.  I'd like to see them both in a year, to make sure that everything is okay as their penises grow during puberty."
 
After we got home, I got on my bike and rode to the chemist.  My jeans rubbed gently on my glans as I cycled.  The feeling was pleasantly distracting and slightly erotic.  When I arrived at the chemist, I asked for vaseline the way I might have asked for pornography, hesitant and embarrassed.  Pocketing my purchase, I biked home and stuffed the vaseline in our chest of drawers.  The next morning, I woke up before Nathan, and got out of bed.  Sunlight was streaming in between the curtains, and it was a beautiful day.  I woke up Nathan by throwing his old socks at his face.
 
"Wake up, two-tone," I said, the nickname a teasing reference to his penis.
 
He rubbed his eyes, and threw the socks back on the floor.  He looked at me, standing naked in front of him.  "Oh, go away," he said.
 
I went off to shower.  This time, for the first time in weeks, I didn't masturbate.  Remembering the doctor's advice, I just washed myself clean.  The water falling on my glans didn't bother me at all now, and I barely noticed my penis as I washed my body.  When I got out of the shower, I couldn't even remember if I had washed my penis, so I got back in and washed.  Shower gel in hand, grasp penis around the base, twist to apply the soap evenly, pull away from body to cover entire penis, rinse.  It was so simple.  Then I got out and towelled myself dry.
 
Because I was still naked, I ran back into our room, where I found Nathan sitting on my bunk, smirking.  In his hand was my tub of vaseline.  "Look what I found," he said.
 
"Yeah, you know what the doctor said," I replied.
 
"Have you used it?"
 
"Not yet," I replied.  "I'm waiting till you're out of the way."  Then I picked up the tub and put it back in the drawer.
 
"Let's go out," he said, and walked across the room towards me.  He stopped and flicked my glans, hard, with his fingers.  It made my penis wobble up and down, settling back in its straight-out position.
 
I stared at him, open mouthed.  "I can't believe you did that," I said.  He  laughed and ran downstairs to get breakfast.
 
I quickly dressed, putting on my favourite jeans, and left the room.
 
Nathan walked past me as I was picking up my bike.  "I'm going swimming," he said.  "Bye."
 
"Sure, see you later," I replied.
 
"Vaseline boy," he laughed.
 
Late that night, I lay in bed, awake.  I was used to masturbating every day, and felt frustrated because I hadn't been able to do so that morning.  In the late summer, it was too hot for pyjamas, and Nathan and I were both sleeping naked. Moving my hand to my penis, I absently stroked my glans with my fingers, circling the rim, and I felt my penis harden.  I kept on stroking it, and soon I had a raging erection that demanded my attention.
 
I was pretty sure that Nathan was asleep.  I lifted the covers, and crept across the floor, quietly opened the drawer, searched for my tub, closed the drawer again, and almost made it into bed when Nathan put his reading light on.  He saw my erection and the tub in my hand, and grinned.  "Vaseline?" he asked.
 
"I have to.  This won't go down," I said, indicating my aroused state.  "Go back to sleep."
 
"I want to watch," he said.
 
I didn't have much choice but to let him.  "Okay, but come and sit on my bunk, and shut up," I said.
 
He did so, and watched as a scooped out some of the thick lubricant and applied it to my glans.  It felt very different to the liquid shower gel.  It was more viscous, and so gave me more sensation.  I started to work it all over my glans, making circles with it.  I gave an involuntary gasp.  It felt good.
 
Nathan sat beside me, rubbing his glans, too, and moving his finger about on the underside of his penis, where his frenulum was.  He had, I noticed, a full erection.  "Give me some, too," he said.
 
I did, and watched him apply it to his glans.  Then he worked it into his shaft, too.
 
We both sat there on the bed, working our penises.
 
After a couple of minutes, Nathan ejaculated, letting out a hoarse yell as he ejaculated semen over his abdomen and chest.  Footsteps were outside, and a knock at the door.  "Everything alright?" asked my aunt.
 
"Yeah, just a bad dream," I improvised.  "Goodnight."
 
The footsteps went away, and I looked at Nathan, who was panting.  "Was that your first time?" I asked.
 
"Yeah.  Oh.  Wow," was all he could say.
 
I carried on pumping my penis, rubbing the head vigorously for another five minutes, occasionally changing my grip or twisting my hand for some variation.
 
"Oh come on, hurry up," Nathan complained, obviously bored.
 
"This isn't for your entertainment, you know," I muttered, concentrating on what I was doing and ungrateful for the interruption.
 
And after another ten minutes or so, I came.
 
"You took ages," my brother whispered.  His penis had softened, and glistened in the light from the lubricant.
 
"Better than being a two minute man," I teased.  "Get a couple of tissues, will you?"  He did, and we both wiped ourselves clean.  Then he returned to his bunk and we both went to sleep.
 
By now there were only a couple of weeks left of the summer holiday, and Josh and I used the time well.  As the time to go back to school approached, my aunt took us both shopping to buy a new uniform.  When I presented myself to her in my smart grey trousers, she looked alarmed, and told me to go and change back into my jeans.  When I returned, she scolded me, "Josh, why aren't you wearing any underwear?"
 
"I just got used to not wearing any," I protested.
 
"Well, you're wearing some from now on."
 
The next day, I put my briefs on though they felt very uncomfortable.  I couldn't find a way to position my penis that felt right.  Up, down, left, right; nothing felt right.  What my penis wanted to do was point straight out.  In the end, I settled for positioning my penis downwards.  My penis seemed to push my briefs outwards, and the shape of my head was clearly outlined in front.
 
My aunt asked whether I was wearing them.  I said I was, but complained about the discomfort.  "Other boys manage to wear them," she said.
 
"Most boys aren't circumcised as tightly as I am," I responded, with which she couldn't argue.
 
In the end, we reached a compromise.  I must wear briefs if I'm wearing trousers or anything with loose cotton (like my shorts), but if I wore jeans or heavier material that would hide my bulge I could go without.
 
Nathan and I masturbated most nights, but he seemed to have an almost insatiable appetite for it.  One morning, he woke me up and insisted that we "do vaseline" before my shower.  He masturbated himself to orgasm twice in the time it took me to finish, giving himself perhaps five minutes rest in between.  Rather than just copying me, as he had at first, he seemed to have developed his own technique, alternating between stimulating his glans, his frenulum, and his entire shaft with long, slow strokes.
 
After my shower, he seemed uncomfortable.  "What's the matter?" I asked.
 
"My dick's sore."
 
I asked him to show me, and his inner skin and frenulum looked reddened and slightly puffy.  "Looks like you should stop rubbing it for a while," I said.
 
"Isn't yours sore?" he asked.
 
"No."  I showed him.  There was no redness at all on my shaft.  With a mischievous grin, I grabbed the vaseline, and said "I think I'll give it a rub."  I started, and after a few minutes he got bored and went out.  It took me about half an hour to come.
 
On the night of the Sunday before the first day back at school, my brother and I were gloomy.  It was a shame that the summer had to end, and we both wished that we didn't have to go back to stuffy classrooms.
 
"Hey, let's do vaseline," my brother said.
 
"Okay," I replied, but he already had the drawer open, and got the tub.  He helped himself to a generous blob of lubricant, and began rubbing it into his still-flaccid penis, handing me the tub in his other hand.  The pot was nearly empty, between us we'd managed to use almost all of it in the space of only a few weeks.  This could get expensive, I thought.
 
As we each rubbed our penises, they rapidly hardened, and I was pleased to see that for the first time since my circumcision, my penis was bigger than my brother's.  After a minute, he said, "let's do each other."
 
"Okay," I said, and he grabbed at my penis.  I reached over and grasped his in my hand.  It felt warm.
 
I roughly rubbed his glans back and forth, using short, rapid strokes.  "That's too much, slow down," he said.  I tried to oblige.  "It feels good if you go right down to the base," he said, doing the same on me.
 
I masturbated him the way he said, while he grasped my glans with his hand, making the same long strokes that he used on his own penis.  It felt weird on my shaft, which had little sensation from all the stretching and felt oddly rubbery when touched.  "Use shorter, faster, rougher strokes, and focus on the head," I instructed him.
 
"Why?  It feels good like this," he said.
 
"Maybe it feels good for you," I said.  "But I had the sensitive parts cut off mine, remember?"
 
"Oh yeah.  Okay."  He used much shorter strokes, now, but he obviously wasn't used to it and gradually his strokes became longer until I reminded him.  He came after a few minutes, and I put my arms behind my head and leaned back, enjoying the feeling.  At long last, I came.
 
Nathan rubbed his biceps, complaining that I took a long time.  He'd been working on my penis for about twenty minutes.  "Your dick must be a lot less sensitive than mine, I guess.  I bet you wish you could feel more."
 
"No, I like it like this," I said.  It was true: I did.  It was hard work to get my penis to orgasm, and sometimes it was frustrating and I wished it were quicker and more convenient, but I liked it.  I liked the fact that it took such a long time to ejaculate.  The fact that it was such an effort seemed to make the reward much more worthwhile.
 
"I'd hate it," he said simply.  I wiped my dick, and he got back into bed.
 
"Good night, two-tone," I said.
 
"Night, rubber dick," he replied, which made me laugh.
 
The first day back at school was boring and uneventful, but the second had a surprise for me.  We had P.E., and as I undressed afterwards, my friends (and in fact most of my year group) saw that I'd been circumcised.  I couldn't hide it.  A small circle of boys quickly gathered and asked me questions about it, and I answered them, giving all the gory details about the surgery.  (I suppose I may have given a rather revisionist account of the events, making it sound as though the severity of my circumcision was entirely my own idea.)  
 
Enjoying myself, I told them how much skin the doctor had removed, and how she had stitched the skin from the base to my glans.  As I explained, my penis bobbed out in front of me in confirmation, the bare glans on the end of my tight shaft.  I felt very naked as I talked to the other kids, my glans very exposed, visible, and vulnerable.  I had the urge to cover it, but what with?  There wasn't a chance of getting my skin to develop a wrinkle, let alone cover my glans.  My glans was an external organ now, like my nose or earlobes, and I just had to get used to it.  So I stood with my legs apart, my glans on display.
 
"Oh my God.  Can you still wank?" one boy asked.
 
"I can't do it the way I used to.  Can't move the skin any more.  I have to use vaseline now."  I demonstrated the immobility of my shaft skin, which many of the boys found shocking.  None of the other boys were circumcised as tightly as me, and even those who had the tightest circumcisions had some movement when they were soft.  I felt proud of the fact that my circumcision was so extreme.  It felt like it showed how tough I was.  My competitiveness, I guess.
 
I told them that the doctor had removed my frenulum and inner foreskin, removing almost all of my sexual sensitivity.  
 
"How does it feel when you play with it?"
 
"It's really different.  The head feels nice, and it doesn't hurt when I stroke it any more, but I don't have much feeling other than that.  It takes me ages to shoot, usually about twenty minutes or half an hour."
 
Passing through the showers, I quickly washed myself.  Again I was grateful for the speed and ease with which I soaped and rinsed my penis, especially as I watched the some of the uncircumcised boys try to pull their skins back enough to clean underneath.
 
That evening Nathan and I raced each other home from school, running across the park.  It was a beautiful, warm, and sunny September evening, and I wanted some more sunshine.  I pulled off my school trousers and briefs that my aunt made me wear, and put on some denim shorts that I had made from an old pair of jeans.  Then I tore off my shift, figuring that it was a warm enough evening and I could still get a little more tanned before the end of summer.  "Want to go for a bike ride?" I asked Nathan.
 
"Okay," he said, changing into shorts.  We cycled up to the hill looking over our town.  I loved the feeling of freedom from my hated briefs, and enjoyed the way the fabric of my shorts caressed my naked glans as I cycled up the hill.  By the time we reached the summit, I was semi-erect, which I had little chance of hiding.
 
"Stiffy!" exclaimed Nathan, as I got off my bike.
 
He reached into his shorts, and evidently started to play with himself, as soon he too was sporting an erect penis inside his shorts.  Then he pulled his shorts down.  In my mind he was exposing his penis to the town, but I quickly realised that nobody would be able to see from so far away.
 
He sucked on his water bottle, swallowed, and then spat out a wad of saliva into his palm.  Then he wrapped his hand around his penis and started to masturbate. I thought this seemed a great idea, and did the same.  After a minute or two, my saliva was drying up and it became uncomfortable to continue.  Apparently thinking the same thing, we both spat into our hands again.  Nathan came pretty soon, as usual, but I kept going.  It was unsatisfactory, though.  As I became more excited I ran out of saliva and had to stop.
 
"Too dry," I explained.  "I need real lube."
 
He seemed disappointed, and said, "I guess that doesn't work when you take as long as you do."
 
"No," I said, pulling my shorts back up.  He was right.
 
We sat down, and watched the sun begin to set.  "Josh," Nathan said.
 
"Yeah?"
 
"Do you miss having a foreskin?"
 
"In some ways.  Like, right now I wish I could finish having a wank without lube, so yeah," I said.
 
"It takes you such a long time," he remarked.
 
"Yeah, that's because I can't feel much."
 
"What does it feel like?" he asked.
 
"You know what the head feels like.  Well, that's it.  The rest of my dick hardly feels anything.  So I have to concentrate on the head, making it feel good.  I had about ten times as much sensitivity before," I replied.
 
"She really butchered you, didn't she," he said.
 
"No," I replied.  "She didn't butcher me, I love being cut the way I am.  It's low maintenance, it looks super-modern like a rocket or something, and it never smells.  I love knowing that I have only the bare minimum amount of skin on my dick, without any spare.  My circumcision's more severe than any of the boys at school, and the other kids think I'm brave.  I love the really tight feeling when I get hard, and I really like the way it points straight out, too; it suits me.  I love the way it's made me focus completely on my head now that it's the only sexually sensitive bit I have left, the way I can last for ages, and the way it's made it so intense when I squirt.  I wouldn't change it.  But sometimes it's inconvenient."
 
"Wow, you really do like it, don't you?"
 
"Yeah, I love it," I said simply.  "Come on, I'll race you back to the vaseline!"
 
He laughed.  "Okay."
 
The school year passed quickly and uneventfully.  Nathan entered puberty with a vengeance, and both of our penises grew considerably to their adult sizes.  By the following summer, his had grown larger than mine, being almost exactly seven inches when erect to my six.  Mine was thicker and my glans had grown disproportionately, being much wider than my shaft.  
 
We still masturbated most nights, though we were more adventurous in our choices of lubrication, often using baby oil or hand cream.  Nathan still complained about how long I took.
 
Eventually the time came for us to visit my aunt's doctor friend again.  She had changed offices, and was now in an attractive red brick building, on the ground floor.  Nathan and I biked to her office.  My aunt had said that we were old enough to go by ourselves.  When we arrived, she was just saying goodbye to a young couple with a small baby.  They seemed to be glowing with pride, as new parents so often do.  We exchanged smiles.
 
It was a much larger room than in her previous office, and I looked around, impressed.
 
"It's good to see you both.  How have you been?" she asked.
 
"Very well, thanks," replied Nathan, politely.
 
"Can I examine your penis?" she asked.
 
He replied by removing his jeans and boxer briefs, and stood naked in front of her.  Now thirteen, he had a thick bush of pubic hair.  His penis had now reached its full adult size of almost five inches long, even though it was completely soft (we were both "growers", without much difference between our flaccid and erect lengths).  The skin on his shaft was smooth, and his scar was thin and pale.  The colour of his penis had changed, and his inner skin was now almost white, contrasting against the darker, almost tanned colour of his shaft skin.  At the end of his penis was a large, pink, dry-looking glans.  Hanging behind his penis and pulled slightly onto his shaft were some heavy, low-hanging balls.
 
The doctor caught her breath.  "Well, you've certainly grown since I last saw you," she smiled.
 
"I know," he said, with a smug grin on his face.
 
"Any problems?" she asked.
 
"No, everything's great," he replied.
 
"Well, let's have a look at Josh, then," she said.
 
I unbuttoned my jeans, but I wasn't wearing any underwear, so I just let my jeans fall to the ground.  My penis had grown too.  It was now about four inches long, completely flaccid, and pointed straight out, with a slight arc down towards the floor.  The skin on my penis was stretched tight, shining slightly in the light of the room, and the thin white circumcision scar was almost invisible.  The most striking thing about my penis, though, was the unusually large flared glans at the end.  My scrotum formed the bottom third of the underside of my shaft, and my large balls were pulled tight up against the underside of my shaft.
 
"You've grown, too, Josh," she said needlessly.  "You're both early developers."
 
Looking at my penis carefully, she said, "your glans is very rough and leathery in texture.  Is it sensitive?"
 
"Not very," I said.  "I can feel it when I ... you know, but it doesn't distract me like it used to."
 
"I noticed you aren't wearing any underwear.  Is that normal for you?" she asked.
 
"Yeah.  My aunt makes me wear briefs for school, as otherwise my penis is too obvious in my trousers, but when I'm wearing jeans I prefer not to wear anything."
 
"Your circumcision has pulled your testes forwards and upwards, too, so you must make quite a prominent bulge in your trousers.  Look, denim is quite rough fabric," she said.  "When your glans is rubbing against something like that it toughens up, to protect itself.  That makes it much less sensitive.  You ought to wear some kind of underwear, to protect your penis."
 
"This is serious, Josh," she said, sensing my lack of interest. "We both know you don't have anything other than your glans, and you really don't want to lose that."
 
I nodded.  "Okay."
 
"Also, I want you to rub in some moisturiser into your glans.  How often do you masturbate?" she asked.
 
"A few times a week, I suppose," I said.
 
"A day, you mean," said my brother, a cheeky grin on his face.
 
The doctor laughed.  "At your age, I guess you're both masturbating a lot." (Nathan flushed red at this.)  "Well, make sure you rub some into your glans every day.  You can use it as lubrication when you masturbate."
 
"Are your erections more comfortable, now?" she asked.
 
"Still tight, but I'm kind of used to it," I said.
 
She nodded.  "I expect they'll always feel tight," she said.  "How long does it usually take you to ejaculate?" she asked.
 
I was a bit surprised at her directness.  "Um ... About half an hour, maybe three quarters," I mumbled.
 
"That's quite a long time, for a boy of your age.  When you start having sex, you're going to make your partner very happy.  What about you, Nathan?"
 
"Um, five minutes, maybe ten," he said.
 
"That's fairly normal.  Your penis must be a lot more sensitive than your brother's."
 
"Well, gentlemen, you've both healed perfectly, and there's nothing wrong with your circumcisions.  I don't need to see you again, so this is goodbye," she said.
 
"Doctor," I said hesitantly.
 
"Yes?"
 
"I just wanted to say thank you.  For circumcising me," I said.
 
 
THE END