This story is a fantasy and contains activities which are unsafe. Be careful and don't follow the doctor's example. No implication is intended regarding the orientations of Giggs, Beckham or Neville. The only element which is grounded in reality is the mention of Patrice Evra being circumcised in Senegal. He talked about it in an interview with Paris Match magazine a few years ago.
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I was never a great sportsman, a bit of swimming or tennis from time to time but nothing regular or strenuous. A weekly visit to a gym was enough to make me feel that I was actually doing something for the good of my health. I was never good on the football pitch at school but the thrill of watching was something else. The film star looks of more young Premier League players than I could name, the increasing number of muscular Africans and the rugged, aggressive behaviour of the old guard among the Manchester and London teams ignited a thousand flames in my groin every time I watched a match on the TV.
For some time Peter Adebi, my nursing assistant, had been suggesting that we start up sports health sessions. I agreed with him that our city centre location would be ideal and that the clientele would probably be augmented by men who just wanted a professional massage rather than just a light rub and a blow job in some back street club. Peter was keen to spread the message about enemas and colonics, procedures in which he was expert and saw the possibility of enticing an ever great number of healthy men into the clinic.
However, physiotherapy and sports injuries had occupied little time in my medical school courses and my experience of sports injuries as such had been limited to treating concussed rugby players and dealing with their broken septums, arms and ribs in casualty during houseman year. Talking over the proposition with an old friend who had qualified some years before me led to the chance of a life time. A friend of a friend, in medical circles happened to be a medical officer for Manchester United. I imagined that no club in England had more money invested in the health care of its players. A few days later I had an invitation to meet up with Dr. Rupert Hammond in his office at the Carrington training ground, a few miles down the road from Old Trafford. Half an hour later we were in the treatment room for me to observe and get some idea of the work. The first couple of players were trainees and reserve team boys with strained calf and thigh muscles but
half an hour into my visit I met one of the great heroes of MUFC.
Ryan Giggs had pulled a muscle high up in the groin. Pulling off his shorts he stepped painfully up on to the physio bench covered now with only with a loose fitting T shirt. Standing beside Rupert I gazed down upon the magnificent pubis, a mass of closely cropped hair, to match his famously hirsute chest. But my eyes were drawn to the heavy scrotum and thick penis which lolled between his legs. Ryan had been blessed, as thousands of his fans suspected, with a more than average size set of equipment. His penis was at least four inches long in repose, thick as the proverbial beer can and topped by the most enormous glans I have ever seen. The massive mushroom was more than equal to any that had come out of Africa, its edge spreading even beyond the girth of his penis. Half an inch down his shaft from the corona the flesh was somewhat disfigured by the irregular, lumpy suture line, a ring of scarring which indicated a circumcision performed some years
after childhood.
Rupert had seen it all before, indeed he was intimate with the cocks and balls of every MUFC player since the days of Fergie's Fledglings, the boys who had been bringing in the silverware year after year since the mid-1990's. Feeling his way around the groin Rupert checked the damage and began to massage the hairy flesh, pushing deep into the hard muscle.
Over drinks later that evening Rupert told me the story of Ryan's circumcision, as had been related to him by the boy himself only a few years after the cut. Ryan, though not as lengthy as his team mates, Beckham and Neville, had started a growth spurt soon after joining the club and whereas at his medical Rupert's predecessor had been able to slip back the foreskin with ease suddenly everything started to change. His penis grew thicker by the month, and especially the glans. Soon the mushroom was grossly bigger than normal yet the foreskin had not kept apace with the growth and was getting tighter and tighter. The boy had said nothing but a six month full medical check revealed the abnormality before the end of the year. Old Dr. Smithson had been able to uncover no more than a third of the gigantic glans and booked Ryan into a private clinic to be circumcised before the week was out.
Visiting Carrington a few times of the next month I eventually got the chance to talk with Ryan and invited him over to see the City Man Clinic to see our facilities and give his advice on the project. Peter Adebi was all agog to meet him and lost no time turning a conversation on diet and healthy living to the topic of colonic and enemas. To my great surprise the idol of Old Trafford asked for an appointment.
Peter flushed out Ryan's rectum three times a few days later: a regular one pint water enema, followed by one and a half pints of soapy water and then a final two pint herbal rinse. I went in to watch the final procedure, my cock hardening as Peter inserted his enema tube between the hairy buttocks of the semi-prostrate footballer. Out of the room again, I could hear nonetheless the forceful expulsion of the liquid. Returning when I heard Peter and Ryan in conversation, I was taken aback to see Ryan leaning against the table sporting a full erection. His cock jutted out at forty-five degrees from his groin, the beer can shaft veined and menacing. Ryan's normally swollen cockhead was now engorged resembling a mutant purple mushroom, impossibly gigantic.
How do you invite a world famous footballer to relieve his tensions? Peter had no inhibitions in that regard and made the first move towards Ryan, wrapping his large black hand around Ryan's ball sac and bending down to lick at the purple cockhead. Ryan responded by making for Peter's chino's and loosening them from around his waist. The scene was set and very shortly the two of them were ready for action. Peter lubed up the crack of his buttocks and made sure that his bud was well wetted before smearing a sizeable quantity of Stallion on Ryan's quivering cock.
Watching from the sidelines I wondered how Peter would cope with the mixture of pleasure and pain which was about to hit him, adventurous as he was in his affairs his black hole would be stretched to the limit. Ryan's cockhead was bigger than anything either of us had ever seen, despite years in the medical profession. I have never heard a scream of delight such as hit me the moment that Ryan's cockhead burst through Peter's bud. The cry became a roar as the thick shaft pushed it way into him, stretching his rectum to the maximum. Peter moaned with delight as he was vigorously shafted by Ryan's cock.
My cock was now leaking its own juices and though knowing that I could be seriously hurt I wanted that cock in me before Ryan came into Peter's chute. Whilst the two of them took their pleasure I slipped down my own pants and briefs and applied copious quantities of Stallion to my cleft and into my arse bud, ready to join the action in a threesome.
Standing behind Ryan I stroked his hairy thighs working my way upwards and forwards towards his groin to work on his heavy ball sac, whilst simultaneously reaching round with one hand to masturbate Peter's lengthy circumcised cock. Eventually the two let me into their embrace and I seized the moment of opportunity when Ryan pulled himself all the way out of Peter's chute. The monstrous cock glistened in the light of the treatment room and I pulled him round to take me from behind.
"You've wanted this since that first time you saw me at Carrington, haven't you. I saw the way you were looking at it. It's all for you now."
I have had some experience with both length and girth but nothing could ever equal the exquisite moment that Ryan took me to himself. I felt my buttocks quiver then tighten as the gigantic mushroom head pushed apart my slender ass cheeks. The most invasive medical examination could not compare with the sensation of my ass bud being centimetre by centimetre being stretched by that granite like glans. I felt as if I would be ripped and bleeding before he ever got the half of it into me. I wanted to scream, for despite the copious lubrication the pain was intense, yet beautiful and hypnotising. The instant that the ridge of his glans slipped in behind by ring of sphincter muscle my whole body shook with terror at the thought of what was now to come. Having held still for the briefest moment whilst my flesh gripped the tip of his cock, Ryan pushed his way into me, tearing my chute apart. I began to shout and scream at the enormity of the invasion but that
only encouraged him to push harder against my constricting tube. Peter knew the agony I was undergoing and grabbed me by the upper body holding me close to him, whispering filthy words of encouragement into my ear.
"Slutty doctor, take like a man. You know you like it. Go on scream and let it out. You want it bad, don't you."
After what seemed like an eternity of suffering Ryan had pushed the whole of himself into me and slid his hands between Peter and me to grab hold of my ultra sensitive nipples and squeeze them tight between his strong fingers, all the time echoing Peter's porno script into my left ear.
"Skinny boy doctor, take it hard. Scream like Beck's used to do. You beg, I give. You want some hard cock, you get it."
Having rested for a few moments allowing my very tender chute to accustom itself to the eight inches of erection which had distended me more than I believed possible, Ryan began to plough in and out of me, ripping my ass bud harder than I could bear. The weight and size of his glans pushing through me, grinding against my prostate, brought tears of both pain and delight to my eyes. Peter held me tightly to me and then pulled me forwards to give the invading spear even more possibility to ram me senseless.
At last pain turned to pleasure and my body began to respond to the grinding of cock flesh against ass bud and chute. Ryan knew how to treat a submissive bottom and at one moment pulled himself completely out of me, letting my ass bud close tight before ramming his cock back into me in one aggressive thrust. My scream must have been heard across the city and of course that only encouraged him to repeat the action a second time.
Thinking that this man could go on forever I was relieved when after fifteen minutes of torment his cock began to throb and swell to even greater girth deep inside me, announcing the imminent discharge of pure man juice. My rectum, although battered and no doubt bruised by the experience nevertheless was still sensitive enough to feel the waves of spunk when they shoot out of the quivering cock buried deep inside me.
Traumatised, exhausted but strangely elated I sighed with relief when at last Ryan pulled out of my tender chute and let Peter clean up his penis whilst I sank to my knees and buried my head in my hands. Needless to say Peter was not to be disappointed and an appointment was made for a full colonic irrigation the next week. Peter let me know in no uncertain terms that he intended to be satisfied next time!
Ryan became a regular client, at least of Peter's and even introduced a couple of adventurous team mates to the practice. I never did repeat the experience of being shafted by him but over the next few months, over dinners and drinks learned some of the secrets of the Old Trafford changing rooms and the adventures of Fergie's Fledglings as they grew from boyhood to manhood.
As the longest serving member of the MUFC squad Ryan had seen a multitude of players come and go over the years and witnessed their foibles, antics and affairs. By far the most famous pairing of players had been that of David Beckham and Gary Neville. Even thought the two of them had married and gone their separate ways Ryan had no doubt that their friendship had been very intimate, indeed he had witnessed it more than once. Gay or straight, no one could have been left untouched by the seemingly innocent beauty of the young David. As the boy grew to manhood and his shorts became ever fuller he had become an icon to millions. Gary, whilst not exactly film star handsome, grew from skinny boyhood to muscular manhood in very few years. How he and Gary had first become friends no one really knew but an incident one night after an away game in London cemented their partnership for ever.
Sir Alex had paired the two as room mates for away games and on this occasion, after a resounding win over Arsenal, David and Gary must have needed to release the tensions of the day.
Ryan told the story. "I knew everyone was in the hotel and just wanted to talk with the two of them. I went to their room and knocked on the door. No reply. I opened it myself and walked into the small sitting room. By this time we had gone up in the world and it was small suites rather than regular 4 star hotel rooms. The bedroom door was ajar and I could hear the two of them at it. Ooos, grunts, sighs, you name it, it was like listening to a soundtrack. Suck it Dave' Pull it back slowly' Skin back and lick it Gary' Let me taste your ballsac'. Shouts and screams as they messed about like two teenage punks! Suck me knobhead Dave' Get your tongue in there Gary'. On it went without a pause. It didn't take too much imagination to see the scene. We'd grown up together and seen each other naked every day. Dave had a long average girthed dick with a length of foreskin hanging of the end of his knob, long enough to keep it
covered even when he was stiff. Gary was the opposite. Even when we joined the youth team his knob head was beginning to poke out of his foreskin. The minute he started to get a hard on it slipped back by itself. So I knew what they were wanting from each other. Having been shafted by Cantona's gallic rod an hour before, I wasn't really in the mood to start again with those two, so off I went and left it to them."
Ryan told me about several couplings that he had seen over the years, either in the changing rooms at Old Trafford or in hotels rooms across the world. His latest intelligence on youthful manhood concerned a recent signing. MUFC had lately acquired a young black player. Didier Amani had been born in Ivory Coast but had arrived in England aged four or five when his father moved from Abidjan to take up a post in a bank in London. According to Ryan, the boy, aged just twenty-one was stunningly beautiful and set to melt as many hearts as David Beckham had done at the same age. The boy had fallen for the physical charms of his fellow African, Patrice Evra on their first meeting under the showers at the training ground.
"You could see the look in his eyes when he kept glancing at Patrice. And it wasn't just those cute black lips that he was going for. Patrice has a solid piece of African flesh between his legs and Didier was intent on getting it, one way or the other. After a couple of weeks young Didier started to make sure he was last out of the showers and then took his time to loll around waiting for people to leave. Patrice has always one of the last and eventually the kid decided to go for it. Patrice was leaning back on the bench with a towel around his waist when Didier sits down beside him, thigh to thigh and starts chatting in French. I was on my way out but Patrice told me the next day how the conversation developed."
"He was very mignon asking how long I had been in England and how did I miss France and Senegal. We talked of problems of Africains in Europe and all the time he was pushing his leg against me and trying me toucher. When the conversation stopped I stood up. The towel drop to start dressing. Voila, he made his move."
"That's beautiful. When did you get that done" looking directly at my penis.
"I supposed he meant that I had been circoncis, unlike him. I never thought of it as beautiful. It is something that happened because of mon pere."
"I wish mine was like yours." he said, "My father must have forgotten about me being cut once we came to England. My elder brothers are like you but they were done in Abidjan when they were little before we left"
"My father did not forget about it in Paris. When I was ten we went to Dakar for vacances and to visit family. Un jour without saying anything he took me to un dispensaire and had me circoncis. It was horrible I tell you. It is not a good souvenir of Senegal pour moi."
"Let me make it better then."
"At that moment he knelt down and took my penis head in his mouth and started to sucer all the way round. He took it out looked at it again and then started to lick where the scar of the circoncision is. It felt like nothing I had ever known before and the kid just kept on until I was totalement hard. I didn't move or do anything. I just stood there and let him keep going till he made me decharger in his mouth. I never done anything with a man, noir ou blanc and even after that I don't want to. But he wanted to do it many times in the next weeks. C'est bon but I couldn't do it to him. And he kept talking about wanting to get his operated like mine. Pourquoi? Why would he? Would he want to be held down by a nurse while a medecin slices skin off his body?
Le garcon has got a problem. Perhaps you are the one to help him. You are circoncis, n'est ce pas? Perhaps you can help him find a medecin to do it if he is so much is wanting it."
A week or so later Ryan brought Didier with him to the City Man Clinic. Another appointment with Peter Adebi for him, and a consultation for Didier with me to sort out his foreskin "problem." Whilst Ryan was having his rectum flushed by Peter, Didier was standing in front of me whilst I examined his genitals and discussed with him the options regarding circumcision. The boy had an impressive piece of African meat hanging from his groin, a fairly thick five inches of black penis which was fully covered at the end by a substantial foreskin which protruded almost half an inch beyond the glans, ending in an oblique fashion, very neatly without wrinkles or irregulaties. His plum shaped glans was perfectly outlined by the close fitting prepuce, flaring out respectably beyond the girth of his shaft.
Didier told me without embarrassment or hesitation how during his adolescent years he had become conscious of the fact that unlike his elder brothers he had not been cut and how at school he learned quickly how to identify fellow African immigrants by the scars that had been left by circumcisers from operations done either back home or here in England. He knew that he personally did not stand out from all the black boys. There were plenty of English born Caribbean boys in the school and neighbourhood who had lengthy foreskins intact. But he wanted to be cut like his African brothers. He said it was a matter of belonging and respecting the traditions, even if his father had put Africa behind him. Seeing Patrice at Old Trafford had re-ignited his determination to get the cut.
Didier stood in front of me, his penis hanging down from below his sweatshirt, his crotch closely shaved, just a thin covering of wiry hair on his pubis. Explaining that I needed to examine his retracted foreskin and judge it's pliability before operating I took the heavy organ in my hand and palpitated it slowly from the base to the tip before proceeding to pull back the thick black covering of skin. Didier responded immediately to my touch and I felt his penis swelling as my fingers explored the shaft. By the time I came to retract the foreskin he had already added at least two inches to his already impressive length. Using just thumb and forefinger I eased the skin back noting how it stretched with ease to slip downwards towards the corona. With the foreskin resting in the sulcus I pinched at the meatus to check that all was normal and noted that the bright pink opening of the urethra showed no signs of abnormality.
Taking Didier's penis by both hands I began to push the foreskin down the shaft to determine its inner length and to verify that there was no contraindication to performing a full Gomco circumcision on him. The pinkish inner flesh stood out in stark contrast to the black outer skin. Didier's foreskin was indeed lengthy both on overall measurement and to the extent that it's inner junction was almost two inches down the shaft from the glans.
I pulled Didier's foreskin up and down several times, marvelling at its pliability and suppleness. Even as he continued to erect it was possible to cover the whole glans. In a few seconds Didier had swollen to a full eight inches of erection and a bead of pre-seminal fluid began to glisten at the tip of his glans. If he was to be circumcised that afternoon, Ryan having agreed drive him home, then his excitement had to be dealt with before we could proceed any further.
I could have been discreet and suggested that he masturbate himself, always a good idea some hours before a circumcision, but I was never one to look an African or any other gift horse in the mouth. So, with a corny "let me help you take care of that" approach I leaned forward to take the rampant pole between my lips. The musky aroma of his black foreskin intoxicated me as I pushed my tongue into it. I tasted the saltiness of his already dripping piss slit and slowly pushed the foreskin upwards and outwards with the tip of my tongue. When I could get no further into him I started to ease the tightening flesh backwards towards the ridge of his helmet and taste the full sweetness of his dark plum. With my lips locked tightly around the mobile flesh I pushed it further and further down the thick shaft and let Didier feel the full benefit of my tongue on the column of flesh which in half an hour would be exposed forever.
Sucking Didier's foreskin up once more I was conscious of the trembling in his groin and the way in which he was pushing his hips towards me. Controlling his cock with my mouth I reached my arms around his thighs and up his legs to massage his muscular buttocks and finger at his cleft. With one digit teasing his tight ass hole I increased the speed of my oral stimulation and was not surprised when in a few moments my mouth was flooded with his thick man juice. Holding my head in his hands, Didier cried out and rammed himself as far as he could into my throat, the warm liquid bathing me inside. I wanted to savour every drop of his juice and enjoy the warmth of his detumescence between my lips. When the last trickle of juice had slipped out of him and his cock was losing its hardness he slowly began to pull himself out from between my lips.
Ten minutes later Didier was flat on his back, his sweatshirt rolled up to his chest, clenching the edges of the examination table as I plunged a needle deep into the base of his penis. His face contorted and his lips pursed tightly as the hypodermic made its way three times into the solid flesh below his pubis. In a few moments, the lidocaine began to take effect and even though he was not completely without sensation I retracted his foreskin and began to position one of my largest Gomco bells over his glans. Once Didier was insensitive to the pinch of a forceps I proceeded to position the plate and screw down the mechanism which would clamp his foreskin. We had agreed that the cut should be a tight as possible and I pulled up the maximum length of skin physically possible before finally tightening the nut.
His penis now well and truly frozen, Didier lay still for the next ten minutes whilst the clamp did its work of crushing the flesh and blood vessels beneath it. When at last the moment arrived for the ablation of his foreskin Didier watched wide eyed and with a nervous smile on his face as I began to draw a fine scalpel around the dark flesh of his penis. The collar of flesh slid away from the plate and up the sides of the silvery bell until it was like a choirboy's ruffle, only black rather than white, with a red tint at the severed edge.
Having checked that no little tags or slivers of skin remained above the Gomco plate I slowly began to unscrew the apparatus and very gently take it apart. Didier smiled with deep contentment when his circumcision was finally revealed. A dark red line divided his penis a full inch down from the glans. Below, the jet black skin of his shaft and above the exposed pink flesh which over the next months and years would darken but never sufficiently to obscure the stark reality of his having been cut.
Bandaged and rested Didier waited for Ryan to emerge from Peter's consultation and treatment room. The old pro and Peter must have been having an extended session of anal cleansing and therapy that day. It was interesting to think that many years before, Ryan had had his helmet freed and exposed and that today he had brought his newest team mate for the same procedure. Perhaps a bond would form between them.
Six weeks later Didier Amani returned to City Man Clinic for a post-op check up. Peter had done a few home visits during the firstly to remove the dressings on the third day and then a couple to check that all was as it should be during the early days when the scab was forming and later beginning to peel off. Peter kept me up to date on the excellent wound healing and I eagerly awaited Didier's return, when i would see the final result.
Relaxed, at ease and obviously proud of himself, the young man was eager to undo his clothing, drop his pants and show me his "new" penis. When he slipped off the white hip briefs his penis dropped down over his scrotum in all its glory. The flaccid five inches were all the more impressive for the permanent display of his thick, plum shaped glans. The scar line was still very obvious, a slight ridge at the point where his black shaft skin met the exposed reddish flesh. Reaching over to the impressive genitals I held the penis in one hand whilst running my finger around the scar with the other. It was perfectly even and regular to the touch all the way round Didier's shaft. "Have you had any pain or uncomfortable tightness with erections?"
"No not really. It hurt the first few of times when the wound was still tender but now it's fine. It's better than ever. Do you want to see?" and with that Didier began to work on his cock and balls to bring himself to erection. The magnificent organ grew between his fingers and soon stood at its solid eight inches. Taking his hand away so that I could see it without obstruction, it jutted out rock like away from his groin. Freed of its foreskin Didier's penis had been transformed into a proud African staff and sceptre. The edge of the glans, now free from any restriction or cover, showed the full extent of its rounded and bevelled rim. The scar line had stretched and now formed a solid red ring around the naked shaft and it was impossible not to bend down to anoint it with my tongue.
Kneeling in front of Didier I took his cock in my hand and brought it to my lips. My tongue quivered as it worked its way around, up and down, across and back again, tracing the mark of manhood which I had given to him six weeks previously. The slight ridge formed by the scar was sufficient to set my nerves on edge and provoke the outpouring of saliva with which I then bathed his glans and shaft. Having explored every millimetre of his circumcision scar I took the outsize cock in my mouth and savoured the throbbing glans, poking my tongue into the deep piss slit. Swirling around the grlans I hit upon the thick frenum which I had left in place and flicked at it before plunging down the shaft.
Didier clasped my head and made me work on his hot cock, pushing himself deep into my throat and back out to the edge of the flaring helmet. For a boy who was used to wanking himself daily six weeks had been a long time to go without release. The tension that had built up in him during the healing period was now released. He poured out his juice in a torrent that flooded my throat and gullet. Jerking his whole body against me and pulling at my head he shot spurt after spurt of thick African man juice into me.
Pulling out of my mouth when his spasms ceased, he was happy to let me continue my tongue bathing of his still tumescent shaft. As his cock slowly lost some of its length and girth I concentrated on pleasuring him at the point where his boy foreskin had been cut off. Didier moaned and groaned with post-orgasmic pleasure whilst I took delight in caressing the line of his cut, his body now marked forever with the definitive, ultimate sign of manhood.
Jeremy
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