05-05-2017, 03:59 AM
I was thirteen when I was circumcised.
I had begged my parents
for the procedure for months,
as I found the excess skin grotesque.
They finally relented
when I stuck my cock in a zipper,
and yanked.
The doctor was a young man
with soft hands and blue eyes,
and my cock stiffened at his touch.
His main line of work was black market abortions,
and he seemed nervous about his task
until the blood started flowing.
I was laid out on morphine
from the doctor's personal stash,
and I watched the performance with detached eyes,
hoping something exciting would happen.
Perhaps he'd strike a vein
and there'd be a great show,
or maybe he'd start jerking it,
using the blood for lube.
He worked slowly, however,
and there was nothing more interesting
than the pleasant feel of his hands
and the sumptuous trickle of blood.
I was a little miffed when it was finished
and he told me I couldn't jack off for three weeks,
but my cock was red and beautiful.
I had begged my parents
for the procedure for months,
as I found the excess skin grotesque.
They finally relented
when I stuck my cock in a zipper,
and yanked.
The doctor was a young man
with soft hands and blue eyes,
and my cock stiffened at his touch.
His main line of work was black market abortions,
and he seemed nervous about his task
until the blood started flowing.
I was laid out on morphine
from the doctor's personal stash,
and I watched the performance with detached eyes,
hoping something exciting would happen.
Perhaps he'd strike a vein
and there'd be a great show,
or maybe he'd start jerking it,
using the blood for lube.
He worked slowly, however,
and there was nothing more interesting
than the pleasant feel of his hands
and the sumptuous trickle of blood.
I was a little miffed when it was finished
and he told me I couldn't jack off for three weeks,
but my cock was red and beautiful.
