Snipped Story Part I

I'd always suffered from a tight foreskin. Even when my dick was soft, and the rubbery head of my organ pliable, I was barely able to pull back the fleshy cap so I could properly wash. When I was younger, our family doctor said I would probably outgrow the problem. So rather than have me unnecessarily circumcised, my parent decided to wait.

Puberty came and went, and I still had the same old problem. In fact, it actually seemed to be getting worse. Proportionately, the head of my dick had completely outgrown my foreskin, It really gave me a problem when I got a hardon. My foreskin simply wouldn't stretch enough to allow my swollen knob to pass, which sometimes was painful as hell.

I put up with the agony until I was eighteen, at which time I went to see a doctor of my own choosing. Circumcision seemed to be my only means of relief. At my age, it was a little embarrassing, and I hated to part with my cantankerous old friend, but I'd suffered long enough.

Dr. Peterson was in his mid-thirties. Be was also very attractive, but I tried not to think about that. I tried not to think about sex at all. It was too painful.

Except for a skimpy, paper gown, I was lying naked on the examination table when the doctor came in and read over my chart. I'd given all the information pertaining to my
problem to his nurse, which much to my relief happened to be a male nurse. He had written everything down for the doctor.

After putting on a pair of latex gloves, Doctor Peterson began his examination. "Let's have a look," he said, pulling up the gown. I couldn't imagine why, but he was staring down at my nakedness as if he was somehow impressed. I didn't
have a big cock, at best it was average in size. He took my limp organ between his fingers and thumb and inspected it thoroughly. I hadn't meant to, but I heard myself moan softly as he squeezed the head of my cock and retracted my taut foreskin. I couldn't help it, the head of my dick was super sensitive.

"Was that painful?' he asked.

"Not exactly," I said, trying not to blush.

He chuckled. "I see. So you have a very ticklish knob."

I nodded.

"You're a good looking kid, are you sexually active?"

I had expected him to ask some personal questions. "No, not really."

"Do you masturbate?"

I was eighteen, horny more often than not, and I had a lame dick. Most sexual acts were agonizing. My right hand had become my most intimate acquaintance. I saw no reason to lie. "Yeah, now and then."

"Those masturbating cause you any discomfort?"

"Not it I pull back my foreskin before I get hard. If I don't, yeah, it can hurt, sometimes a lot."

He opened a drawer in the side of the table and brought out a tube of lubricant. After squirting a generous amount of the lubricant onto his index finger, he asked. "Have you ever undergone a prostate exam?"

"Not that I can recall," I said.

Doctor Peterson stepped to the end of the examining table and had me draw my knees up so my feet were resting flat on the table. He then eased his greasy finger between
the cheeks of my ass and smeared the lubricant over my tightly cinched butthole. "This might feel a little strange at first," he warned, "but it's not at all painful." I gasped sharply as his finger slid into my rectum. My cock immediately began to swell. I was getting more and more embarrassed by the moment, but in an attempt to avoid a painful erection, I reached down and retracted my foreskin. I guess my uneasiness was showing, because, as he continued to become more intimately familiar with my prostate, the good doctor assured me it was perfectly normal for me to get an erection.

"It's quite all right if you want to masturbate," he said.

Was I hearing him right? Did he just invite me to yank my pud? "What? You mean, right here? Now?"

"It might be helpful in ruling out any other abnormalities that you may not have recognized."

Abnormalities, my ass. There was no clinical reason for me to shoot a load. This guy just wanted to watch me jack off, and it was a tempting offer. Having his finger up
my ass was really turning me on. My pisshole was seething with precum. I had no idea what he was doing, but what ever it was, I liked it.

My taut foreskin was bunched up behind the flared rim of my swollen cockhead like a knotted rubber band. Doctor Peterson smiled as my hand began to slowly work my tingling pecker. "That's it," he said, cramming his finger deeper into my rectum. "There's no reason to be shy." I thought my nuts would explode when he reached out with his free hand and gently squeezed my hot, sweaty ball-sac.

Well, needless to say, I didn't take much fist pumping to convince my cock to surrender its wad of gooey jism. I jacked off a lot. I did it so often I sometimes wondered if I wasn't addicted. But for me, this was a first, and coming had never felt better.

As I cleaned myself up and got dressed, Doctor Peterson gave me his professional opinion. "Your only problem seems to be your inadequate foreskin," he said. "Other than that, you appear to be quite normal, and healthy. I recommended circumcision. I think it's the only way of alleviate your distress."

At his recommendation, I went in for outpatient surgery. Three weeks after surgery, I went back to his office so he could check the incision to make sure I was healing properly. I was still quite tender, but improving by the day. Thank God, I was still taking medication that prevented me from getting an erection. My balls were aching for more of the handsome doctor's healing touch.

After a brief examination of my snipped cock, I got dressed. "You're healing nicely," said Doctor Peterson. I think you can stop taking your medication now, but no sex yet, and that includes masturbation. I'll see you again in three weeks."
It was a little uncomfortable the first couple of times I got hard, but after that, it felt wonderful. It was great being about to get a hardon without having any pain.

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