An English Teen, Circumcised in the USA
by Riley Jericho
I watched it all with increasing fascination, almost forgetting to breathe!
It was cool in here. Everyone appreciates air-conditioning, especially on warm days like today, but this was quite chilly. They 'let' me keep my tee shirt, but with just that and a pair of black ankle socks, I was still shivering as I lay on the surgery couch.
Above and behind me, the air-vent hummed, efficiently intent on spilling cold air right on top of me. I folded my arms protectively and glared at it. I’ll bet he hasn’t had to lie here with no clothes on, I thought, watching the doctor as he bustled around, leaving me to shiver on his table. It wasn't just the cold that touched me; there was anticipation and quite a bit of anxiety too!
Gone now, was the comfortable sofa and easy, exploratory discussions. Gone were the leaflets and the websites, the options and the decisions. Gone were the weeks and months of waiting. Tomorrow had become today and I was out of time. With the two of them donning surgical gowns, it seemed all too immediate and I almost regretted asking Mum to wait outside.
The nurse adjusted the strong medical light, focusing it on me. Snapping on surgical gloves, the doctor reached over and took hold of my dick. I gritted my teeth and shuddered as he attempted to ease the blunt instrument past the constricted tip, under my foreskin and around the sensitive head. He had already applied topical anesthetic around the base of the shaft in preparation for injections, but his actions were quickly moving the dial on the scale from sensitive to quite uncomfortable.
The end of the blunt spatula began to disappear through the tip and he slid it from side to side inside, continuing to dig around. It made me squirm and I bit back a squeak!
"I’m checking to see if there are any adhesions," he murmured.
I had no idea what that meant and he didn't explain, just continued to concentrate on what he was doing. For obvious reasons I was trying not to move, but squirmed again as the flat, cold, chrome steel instrument scraped me as it penetrated further under my foreskin.
BLOODY HELL! I know he thought he was being gentle, but now it really hurt!
Frankly, this was the reason I was here – I’d never in my whole life had ANYTHING under there. Until recently, I didn’t even know that ‘under there’ even existed, let alone experienced being probed like this! I had to say SOMETHING - either that or I was going to punch his lights out - when the nurse came to my rescue.
“Dad…” she said, catching his attention.
He looked up. Thankfully he followed her eyes and either finally noticed my legs were shaking a little or saw that my fingers were gripping the sides of the bed and gently withdrew the unwelcome tool.
"Oh, I’m so sorry Luke," he apologized. “Let's just wait for a little numbing before I do any more of this shall we?"
I nodded, grateful for the reprieve those few minutes offered, but still looked apprehensively at the tray that the nurse was preparing. From sterile wrappings, she extracted an assortment of sharp pointy-looking tools, a syringe and needles. At first I'd been worried when I realized a woman - of the girl type! - was going to be helping during the procedure; watching, maybe even touching my genitals. Now, the sharp stuff was definitely getting my attention more!
To avoid dwelling on any of it, I looked away, to explore the rest of my surroundings.
This compact surgical unit had been built into the center of the same complex where the doctor had his office. There were no windows and I guess that made sense; few would really want to lie out in the open and have the window cleaner stare at their bits! They’d put the back of the couch up a bit, so I could watch. Actually, they’d given me the choice on that, but even with the injections and stuff, I didn’t want to miss a thing.
As I said, I was pretty much naked - other than the t-shirt and my socks. that is. From knees to navel, my groin was covered by some kind of green sterile towel with a hole cut in the middle. Poking out of the center, my manhood rested, apprehensively shriveled. It was a bit like watching the repeats of the hospital soap 'Casualty' that aired on the BBC channel they got on cable over here - except I was the patient! He had painted my whole groin with some dark, yellowy-orange stuff and the bright light made my penis glow like a beacon, bobbing around in a sea of green.
The smell was off-putting and my nose flared at the strongly antiseptic aroma of the place. It reminded me of visits to the dentist, but glancing down at my naked state, the comparison kind of ended right there.
Maybe you think I’m being stupid, but I have to admit that I’d been having this niggling worry: what if, in the middle of the whole thing, my dick took on an embarrassing mind of it own and got a bit aroused? Did that kind of thing ever happen?
Thankfully, not to me. With the cold room, the anxiety and the onlookers, I was okay.
At least the upside of it was that, not counting my family, it was really only the doc and his assistant who knew I was here. Of course, something horrific could still happen…like I could be standing in the queue with my friends at McDonalds the following day, and the nurse (with everyone listening in and laughing), could tap me on the shoulder and ask me how my PENIS was doing.
What a nightmare!
No, what I was having done was personal and I wasn’t planning on telling ANYONE else; at least not yet. And I’d been careful to make sure none of my friends knew I’d come here today - not even Ryan. I was a little uncomfortable not telling HIM, but it was better this way.
While we waited a few moments more for the topical spray to have some effect, the doctor explained something that I was just coming to realize for myself.
"One thing I need to prepare you for, Luke." He was all businesslike again. "As you've never been able to retract your foreskin, it’s going to take some getting used to.”
“It’ll look different?” Wasn’t that the whole point?
“Yes of course, but that’s not what I meant. It’s quite likely – and normal - that you’ll find it uncomfortably sensitive around the glans of your penis for some time after this procedure. Eventually, it will settle down, so in the meantime don't worry about it; but don’t be surprised if, for a few weeks, you jump every time something rubs there."
I tried not to snigger and betray my secret thoughts! That was a laugh - it was usually ME that did the rubbing! Then I looked across, apprehensive once more as the doctor reached into the tray the girl held out for him: the one carrying a syringe bearing that unpleasant looking needle. Holding it vertically he tapped it and expressed a short stream of fluid.
The reprieve was over. I wanted him to get on with it, but was NOT looking forward to this next bit AT ALL!
Shortly after that, and after the device had been placed in position and locked, the doctor - turned surgeon - took up the blade and looked to me expectantly.
"OK Luke,” he pronounced. “It’s the point of no return. Ready?” His warm, encouraging smile was in contrast to the razor-sharp scalpel he was holding. I grinned at last and nodded enthusiastically.
It had been quite a journey for me to get to the table of a circumcision specialist in Atlanta. Once he started to cut, there would be no going back.
Was I really ready?
DAMN RIGHT I was - I’d been ready for MONTHS!
My name is Luke Oliver Summers. And this is my story.