#circ society
You’re a volunteer nurse standing in a high school gym which has been converted into a field hospital for this year’s circumcisions. Upper-form guys, your classmates, stand nervous and embarrassed in their disposable medical gowns in lines waiting to be processed. Each of them shifts apprehensively when they hear the occasional cry of pain muffled by the hand of a nurse from the screened-off booths. It’s felt to be a waste of resources to use anaesthetic when the clamp cuts off feeling after it’s been tightened anyway.
The next guy comes in as you finish tidying up, and Grace, one of your two assistants, both best friends of yours, asks him to take his gown off and sit on the reclining chair. You turn around as he’s nervously pulling off his gown, exposing his toned physique, and realise that it’s Bobby Buchanan; the ex-boyfriend of you and about half the track and field team. If you hadn’t moved away for six months before returning home when the startup your mother was working at went bust, you would probably still be his girlfriend now. He was a gentle boyfriend, kind and interested in more than just checking off “bases” like many boys you’d dated. He even went down on you, something most guys weren’t willing to do for an uncircumcised girl.
If it weren’t for both of you being uncut and thus not full adults, you might have let him be your first. But you were both good kids. He wouldn’t have asked you to do something that unclean and humiliating, even if you might have said yes.
As it was, he seemed happy enough with the slightly awkward tugjobs you gave him, as well as the thing that you made him promise he would never tell anyone about- your reputation would never recover if anyone found out that you’d let a dirty uncut dick into your mouth! Though honestly, after having been so close to it so many times, you weren’t sure what all the fuss was about… Tradition was tradition, you supposed. Plus, you’d want him to be able to last a bit longer than five minutes if you ever took him into your bed!
More nights than you cared to admit to anyone but the best friends who were standing beside you now, you’d masturbated whilst imagining what that might be like. These nightly efforts were increasingly accompanied by a certain amount of trepidation; your womanhood ritual was only six months away. You wondered what it would feel like to touch yourself (or be touched) without the soft, protective hood around your most sensitive spot. Your elder sister had told you that was what it was originally intended for; to stop girls from masturbating once they became women, although in the modern age of moisturising lotion and the vibrator that was quite a tall order! She’d also told you that sex still felt just as good, although she’d only blushed when you asked her how she knew that.
Bobby is too nervous to meet your eyes as he hands his gown to you.
After a brief hesitation he sits down in the reclining chair and surrenders his arms and legs to your best friends, Allison and Grace, who move them into the correct positions and then tighten the restraints around them. You and Allison put on a new pair of latex gloves whilst Grace begins stroking his hair and whispering soothing nothings, and the next stage of the ritual is ready to begin.
Pulling down his foreskin gently but firmly, Allison grins to you as you squeeze a dollop of cold gel into your gloved palm. It’s been a part of the ritual since time immemorial that young men must first be “emptied” before they are cut -you don’t understand it but you suppose it gives them one thing to look forward to at least, even if it does necessitate a bit of clean-up afterwards. You’re pretty sure that for some of the guys you’ve seen here today, it was their first.
After the traditional herbal tea that all the young men had to drink in the antechamber, Bobby was already rock hard. His cock stands to attention at a nicely thick seven inches, with a very pronounced head that would usually be about halfway covered by his foreskin. If Allison weren’t currently holding it down so tightly that he was having to bite his lip, that is.
You begin to massage the gel into his taut member, paying special attention to the area just underneath his glans, his favourite spot back when you were together. He groans and Grace puts a gloved hand over his mouth, muffling the sound in a part of the ritual that goes back to when it used to be conducted in huts. You smile to yourself and begin circling your thumb around his frenulum; something that unlike his grandfather’s generation, he would be allowed to keep today.
You were going to make this feel as good for him as you could. And after what came next, after he’d healed, you might just ask him if he wanted to go and catch a film together sometime.
You take over Allison’s grip at the base of his shaft with your left hand as she turns around to the table behind her. You hear a ripping sound as she removes the sterilized disposable clamp from its plastic wrapper. You feel the shiver throughout Bobby’s body travel right to the base of his cock as he hears the sound too.
You increase the pace of your stroking just a little, eliciting another muffled groan.
He meets your eyes.
You can see him try to speak despite being muffled by your friend, and you ask Grace to take her hand away.
“Stacey… I wanted to opt out…”
You slow down but don’t stop your rhythm as he continues.
“Please don’t do it. I’m scared.”
…
What do you say?
************************************** Simple. I smile sweetly at the dear boy as I make this stroking the best he’ll ever have. I then lean down and kiss his lips softly, sensually before leaning down next to his ear and erotically whispering “Too bad.” Then his mouth is quickly covered again!
