Portal By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
The moment of revelation came as a shock. It was almost beyond belief, because I and everyone else on the planet had been brought up to believe that the past was absolutely fixed and never could be changed. Suddenly, poring through Professor Morrison's notes suggested that maybe, just maybe, I could affect something in my past.
My housemate and I had both been born 50 years ago, and like most other American boys born at that time, had been strapped down and circumcised, routinely, thoughtlessly, and irrevocably. One of the many feelings Matt and I shared was deep resentment over our mutilations. Each time we had sex or saw each other naked, we were reminded that ever since we could remember we'd had those thick brown scars on our pricks instead of foreskins. We'd heard of some of the thrills, such as docking, available to those lucky enough to be natural, and we envied the natural guys more than we could ever express.
Our pricks were about the same length, six inches, and about five inches in circumference. This made us pretty average. One difference between our pricks were that mine had a large helmet-shaped glans with a high flaring rim, while Matt's was slightly smaller and mushroom-shaped, with a flat rim. Matt's orifice was a long slit, while mine was a slit when soft and a teardrop-shaped orifice when swollen.
Matt's circumcision scar was thinner than mine and about an inch back on his shaft, connected to the vee-groove under the head by a thick frenulum, or gee-string. My scar was thicker and darker, and right behind the head. The doctor who had removed my foreskin had also stolen my gee-string.
Matt and I enjoyed stroking each other's pricks, anointing them with Astroglide because our circumcisions made lubrication essential. We also enjoyed sixty-nine and Princeton, in which one would slip his condom-covered prick between the other's thighs.
Matt worked as an insurance adjustor and I was a sort of administrative assistant to Professor Morrison, head of the physics department at the university. Morrison was widely known for ground-breaking theoretical work, especially in refining the concept of the space-time continuum. He'd published a theoretical paper on time travel, a collection of equations I found incomprehensible, but never done anything practical.
One evening a drunk had crashed his vehicle into Morrison's, and the professor was taken to the hospital with a broken back. When I arrived the professor was conscious and he put me in charge of his office until he returned to work, which would be weeks or months. His spine had been severed but the doctors explained that new treatments made a full recovery possible, although this would take many weeks.
My work at the university wasn't very demanding, especially as I wasn't qualified to teach any of Morrison's classes. I answered routine inquiries and processed paperwork, filling in the time by perusing some of Morrison's files. One of these clarified a matter about which I'd been wondering for years. Morrison's laboratory was in the basement under his first-floor office, and he'd always kept it locked. He never told me what project or projects he'd been running and I knew better than to ask him about something he clearly considered none of my business.
Morrison had built a prototype time machine, and the details were clearly laid out in the file. It wasn't a practical model, in his estimation, because it opened up a window, or portal, only a couple of inches in diameter into the past. This was too small to admit a person, or even a laboratory animal larger than a mouse. He felt that sending a mouse into the past was hardly an accomplishment, and Morrison had abandoned further work on his project some years ago.
Most of the file was a series of equations, and my mind wandered as I leafed through the pages. It was then that it hit me. The time machine's range was about a century, twice my age, and I could watch my birth. A second later I realized that I would be able to watch my circumcision. A second after that I realized that I might be able to prevent my circumcision.
I had lots of time to spare and I took the file with me when I went into the basement, having left a note on the office door. If any urgent matter came up I had my pager on my belt.
It didn't take very long to power up the portal, and I began working the controls to take it into the past. I knew the date on which I'd been born, and I knew where. Finding the hospital wasn't very difficult but once inside, and being able to navigate using only a two-inch window into the past made finding the right room very tedious. The first day I found only my mother's hospital room, and I saw her holding me. Apparently I'd been born only hours before.
This first effort was so time-consuming that I had to shut down and get back to the office before anyone missed me. As I climbed the stairs I thought about what I would do when I zeroed in on my circumcision. I had to stop it, but how? Anyway, I had the weekend to ponder this.
When I got home Matt was already naked and it was clear that he was horny. He sat in front of the TV watching a European video in which none of the guys were circumcised. I disrobed and sat with him to enjoy the flick, as I knew that watching uncut guys getting it on was always inspiring and erotic for us. I wrapped my fingers around his Astroglide-covered prick as he squirted a few drops of lubricant on mine, working me up to hardness as he massaged the viscous fluid into my tissues.
He already had a towel spread on the sofa and we didn't have to worry about staining the fabric. We slowly worked each other up until Matt said to me:
"Well, ready to come?"
"I sure am. What about you?" I saw that his balls were tight against his body, as were mine.
"I am," he replied.
"Well, suppose you go first. You've been sitting here longer than I."
"Okay, do me." Matt stopped stroking my prick as I increased speed on his, my fist traveling the length of the shaft and glans. I felt his body tense and knew that he was tightening up to help bring on his orgasm. We'd discussed this and I knew that both our pricks had been desensitized by circumcision, and that we had to tighten our crotch muscles to attain orgasm.
Matt's breathing became heavier, and I knew that he was straining. I gave him some help by twisting my fist around his mushroom on each up-stroke to work on the nerves in the groove and rim. I watched his pink glans become purple as it swelled further between my fingers. His stomach muscles tightened as he began grunting, and I knew he'd be unloading within seconds.
Matt's outstretched legs jerked as I felt the first throb of orgasm in his prick. A thick rope of cream shot up from his long slit, wetting the towel under him, and the heavy odor of chlorine filled the air. His prick throbbed again as another gush spurted up from his straining tip. Matt grunted in pure joy as another load erupted from his purple head. His lips were drawn back and his legs jerked again as I felt another heavy throb in his turgid penis. Now the force of his jets relented, and within seconds his tip was merely dribbling. I began wiping him with a corner of the towel as his body relaxed. After a couple of minutes Matt was revived enough to resume stroking my prick.
I concentrated on the sensations of his warm fist sliding up and down my pole from the base to the helmet. It felt hot, but I knew that I had to tighten my crotch muscles to reach the peak. Matt cupped my balls with his other hand, adding to my sensations. The video was still running and I watched a European guy stroking his long foreskin up and down his engorged tip as the jets erupted from his pouting slit.
It took several minutes but then I was there. My prick strained and the purple helmet ached for relief as my eyes closed as they always do before I come. Matt's fist twisted hard around my straining tip and I felt the first shock of orgasm deep inside me. I felt a torrent of hot cream rushing up my tube and I cried out in relief. My body shuddered as the second spasm sent another gush of semen into my straining prick. I was really into it now, and I grunted and groaned as the flood filled my tube. The next convulsion wasn't as hard and my orgasm tapered off into a steady dribble. I felt Matt's tongue lapping at the front dome of my helmet, removing the cream.
"Neither of us comes as fast as we used too," I heard him say. "We need a lot of friction." I drifted off to sleep thinking of his words after we'd gone to bed.
Monday morning was busy and it wasn't until lunch that I was able to steal some time in the basement. I figured I'd have a couple of hours, as many of us took late lunches. This time I was able to place the portal in the hospital room immediately, and was able to see and hear what was happening. I advanced the time one day, and after a few minutes a nurse came in to say:
"We'll be taking him in for his circumcision first thing in the morning. He's too young to feel pain. Just so you know." After hearing this I moved to the next morning and began searching for the room where doctors performed circumcisions. After a few minutes I found it. A baby was strapped to a padded board and a doctor stood in front of him, a tray of instrument to his right. Was that really me, or another baby? I moved in closer to read the name on the baby's bracelet. It was mine. I noticed also that I had a long, luxurious foreskin, a tempting target for the doctor. I moved the portal up again, realizing that the portal was invisible to those being observed, otherwise the doctor would have noticed it moving close to the baby. Now the doctor picked up a small clamp and was about to clamp the edge of my foreskin. I realized that I had to stop him. I plucked a pen from my shirt pocket, moved the portal close to the doctor's right eye, and jabbed hard. He recoiled from the jab, holding a hand to his face. Blood seeped from between his fingers. A nurse ran up to him as he collapsed. For the moment, my circumcision had been stopped. I advanced the time quickly to see what the reaction would be. Nothing happened for a half hour, and then another doctor entered the room and approached the baby on the table. I wasn't out of the woods yet. As he picked up a clamp I moved in and jabbed him in the eye, harder this time. With a yell, he clutched his face and collapsed. This time a doctor and a nurse helped him to his feet, and I heard the nurse say: "Maybe we shouldn't circumcise this kid. Look at what happened, twice." "I can't explain it," the second doctor replied as they helped the first from the room.
I advanced the time again until I saw a nurse remove the baby from the table and take him out of the room. Returning to my mother's room, I saw the nurse hand her the baby and say:
"There was a problem scheduling the circumcision this morning. We'll try again tomorrow morning." That was a typical white lie the nurse told, just as she'd told my mother I was too young to feel pain. Now I realized that I'd better get back to the office, and I shut down the machine, carefully noting the readings on the dials.
My heart was beating quickly as I entered the office. I saw down to think through the situation. I'd given myself a reprieve, but what would happen next? The only advantage I had was that I could return to the past as often as I wished, and I decided that I'd be better prepared tomorrow.
I took lunch a few minutes early Tuesday morning, as I'd seen that it was a slow day. I quickly zeroed in on the day after the attempts at circumcising me, and again saw my younger self strapped to the board, my long-foreskinned penis on display. Now an older doctor came in, and I assumed he was the head of the department or the hospital director.
"I don't know what happened here yesterday, but I promise you that this morning this foreskin's going to come off," he said to the nurse standing beside him. I was better prepared this time, and as he picked up a clamp I moved in right behind him and touched the probes of a stun gun to the back of his neck. He dropped like a rock without making a sound. I withdrew to a corner and watched the alarmed nurse helping him struggle to his feet. The stun gun was disabling but not lethal.
"I don't know what happened just now, but I'm going ahead with it," he said. I quickly moved in behind him and zapped him before he could reach for an instrument. Again, he collapsed, and this time he didn't get to his feet as quickly. When he did, he left the room. I lingered in the room until a nurse took me back to my mother. The medical director came in and told my mother:
"We won't be circumcising little Jack here." You can take him home any time you wish." I took a deep breath and shut down the machine. Before going upstairs I decided to look at my penis. What I saw shocked me. I was still circumcised, but it looked different. Once my mind cleared from the shock, I remembered. A new memory had come into my mind. My mother was telling me:
"You weren't circumcised when you were born for some reason. When you were three you had your tonsils out, and the doctor did it then while you were asleep." I looked down at my penis and saw that although the foreskin was missing it looked different. It wasn't as tightly cut, and when I turned it between my fingers I saw that my gee-string was still there. Apparently the doctor who'd taken out my tonsils had not been as aggressive as the one who'd cut me as a baby.
The afternoon passed slowly as I pondered this development. I remembered that several of my boyhood friends who hadn't been circumcised at birth had suffered this at different times during childhood. At the time doctors were waging an aggressive war against foreskins and removing them at any opportunity.
That evening Matt and I got into bed and into a "69" position. We lapped at each other's pricks until they were hard, and then Matt paused.
"Your dick looks different," he said. "You didn't have that gee-string under the head before and the skin on your shaft was tighter. Am I imagining this?"
"Don't worry about it" was all the answer I could manage, and although this was unsatisfactory it didn't stop our love-making. We sucked each other to orgasm, one after the other, and when my turn came I found that having my gee-string made my penis somewhat more sensitive. Matt had noticed this.
"You came faster than you usually do," he said. "Did you enjoy it more?"
"Oh, yes, it was wonderful," I replied. Matt still seemed puzzled when we turned over and went to sleep.
The following morning I again left early for lunch, and downstairs I began the laborious search for myself at age three. I didn't have a specific date, and had to find it somehow. I began by zeroing in on the house where I'd lived, and covering the bathroom. I saw my mother giving me a bath at age three years and one day, and observed that I still had my long foreskin. I jumped forward six months, hoping to get a closer fix. This time, I saw that my penis was circumcised. I jumped back three months, and saw that my younger self still had his foreskin. Now I jumped forward a month, and saw the same thing. I must have had my tonsils out between the fourth and sixth month, and I began creeping forward, day by day.
I'd advanced only a couple of weeks when I heard my mother say to me as she washed me:
"You're going to the doctor tomorrow," as if I could understand her words. "He's going to take out your tonsils and fix your pee-pee too." I jumped upon hearing this. Now I knew I had to go to the next day and follow my mother to find the place where I was to be circumcised, and then intervene again. I shut down the machine and went back to the office, where I ate the sandwich I'd neglected in my eagerness to go downstairs.
The following day I again left for lunch early and turned on the time machine. Setting it to the next morning I saw my mother dress my younger self and take me out to the car, where my father was waiting to drive us to the hospital. I followed with the portal, confident that they couldn't see me.
"I'll be back in the afternoon to take both of you home," he said to my mother as she stepped out of the car at the entrance. Inside she checked in at a desk and a nurse came out to take my younger self from her. I knew that during the next few minutes I was going to be really busy, but I also knew that if I couldn't finish the job right then, there was always tomorrow.
I followed the nurse as she took my into a treatment room where presumably the doctor would remove both my tonsils and foreskin. The nurse undressed me and had me lie down on a table. At that moment the doctor entered in surgical scrubs and said:
"Okay, put him under and let's get on with the show." He stared down at my long foreskin as he spoke, perhaps anticipating the circumcision more than the tonsillectomy. I'd decided during the night that I wouldn't let anyone cut on me in any way, as I knew that doctors had often removed tonsils unnecessarily as well as foreskins. When the nurse began placing the anesthetic mask over my face I zapped her in the neck, dropping her off her stool.
The doctor ran over to her and tried to help her up, and that's when I zapped him too. I waited, and when they roused themselves and left the room, I continued to watch. I wasn't surprised when another doctor and nurse entered.
"I guess they both had seizures at the same moment," the doctor was saying. "Well, let's circumcise this kid and take his tonsils out, and clear the room for another patient."
Just as he finished speaking I was already in position, with the stun gun's electrodes touching the back of his neck. I pressed the switch, and he went down. I turned to the nurse, who was wide-eyed in terror. Swinging behind her, I pressed the electrodes into her neck and gave her the juice. I waited and watched, until they both had gotten up and left the room. Minutes later my mother entered and got me dressed. I quickly opened my fly to see if I had a foreskin, and was gratified to see and feel my helmet sliding around inside a generous tube of skin.
"We just don't feel we can do this here," a doctor was telling my mother at the door to the room. "I don't know what happened but we can't ignore the danger to our staff." Another memory came to me, that of my mother telling me that I was different from other boys because I hadn't been circumcised. I realized that I now had a new set of memories, of how other boys were envious of my foreskin because they lacked theirs. I remembered showing it off to them, sliding the long hood up and down my helmet.
As I headed for home I thought about Matt. What would his reaction be when he saw my new and pristine state? When I walked in I saw that he had bought a bucket of fried chicken. Usually he cooked dinner, but this evening he seemed troubled.
"Anything wrong?" I asked as we sat down to eat.
"We can talk about it later," he replied. "Just give me some time to think about it." We finished the meal and went into the bedroom, where Matt's eyes seemed fixed on me as we undressed.
"You're not circumcised," he exclaimed as I dropped my boxer shorts.
"No I'm not. I'm glad I'm not. I know how you feel about circumcision."
"Today I somehow got confused about that," he went on. "I'm still confused. I was thinking about what we might do this evening and suddenly I found I remembered you as being circumcised like me, but also uncircumcised, and it was really weird." Then I realized what must have happened.
"About what time did you have these two sets of memories?" I asked.
"Around the middle of the day," he said. I realized that having my foreskin back had not only altered my memories, but his as well, because now he remembered me both ways. Also, the dual memories had occurred right about the time I'd successfully prevented the second attempt at cutting me.
"Come on, sit down," I urged. "I've got a hell of a story to tell you." He sat and as I sat beside him I poured out the entire story for him. When I'd finished he said:
"Well, I'm really happy for you. I'm glad you escaped circumcision. If I can't have a foreskin at least you can. It's good for me, too, like when we tried docking." I now recalled that incident. It had taken place a few weeks after we'd met, and Matt had told me that he'd always wondered what it would be like to come with a foreskin over his mushroom. As I had enough foreskin to cover both heads we'd tried it. Matt was so worked up over the novel sensations that he came first, and at that moment our front domes were pressed tightly against each other.
His first ejaculation had shot directly into my pouting meatus, traveling several inches down my tube like a hot jet, and this triggered my spasm. I howled in ecstasy as my body responded, sending a torrent of fluid searing its way up my prick. We'd been enraptured by the sensations as we flooded my foreskin until it ballooned out, until we'd drained ourselves. Later, Matt had been fascinated when in the shower I pinched the end of my foreskin shut as I urinated, flushing the semen from my urethra, glans and foreskin.
"Tell me, Matt, you were cut at birth, that's what you said, right?"
"Yeah, that's what happened," he replied, not immediately understanding the implications of my question.
"Okay, then, you know your birthday, but can you tell me exactly where you were born?"
"General Hospital," he replied.
"I know where that is," I said. "I can pay you a visit there tomorrow." His eyes widened as understanding came to him. He hugged me tightly, and we became aroused, he especially because the thought of regaining his foreskin gave him a mental boost more powerful than the physical stimulation.
We faced each other on the bed, and I helped Matt slip his mushroom tip inside my long hood, which engulfed it right to the groove behind the rim. I felt the hardness of his glans pressing urgently against mine as he bucked his hips in excitement. Matt groaned loudly as the first gush of fluid poured uncontrollably from his prick, swirling around my helmet and into the groove behind it. The hot fluid triggered my orgasm, and now we were joined in mutual rapture, draining ourselves in a spasm of physical and mental relief.
Later I asked him:
"Can you take tomorrow off from work and come with me? I'll need you to identify your mother in the hospital." He said he could, and that he'd pack a couple of sandwiches.
The following day we went into the basement where the portal machine was, and I turned on the power. Manipulating the knobs, I took us back in time to the day he'd been born and located the room where his mother had stayed. A nurse came in holding a baby. I closed in on the baby and we read his wristband. It was him.
"The doctor's aware you'd like to leave as soon as possible, so we're going to do your boy first thing in the morning," she said to his mother. "You should be able to leave by ten." We both shuddered at her words because we knew she was referring to Matt's impending circumcision.
"I hope you've still got the stun gun," he said as I turned the knobs to advance the time. I nodded, and began searching the hospital for the nursery, as I knew that there was usually a side room set aside for circumcisions.
The local time was seven in the morning, and the nursery came into view. One nurse was saying to another:
"We'll take this one first," pointing to a crib. "His mother wants to take him home today." I adjusted the zoom and we both read the name on the card attached to the crib. This was Matt's younger self. The other nurse picked him up and we followed her into a little room with a table, where she removed his diaper and strapped him to a padded board like the one that had been used on me.
"I've got a long foreskin too," Matt whispered to me.
"That's nice, but remember that almost all babies have long foreskins. That's to allow for growth" As I spoke a doctor and another nurse entered and approached the table, where a tray of surgical instruments lay next to Baby Matt.
"Good," he said. "I'm glad they laid out a Gomco tray for me." He licked up a clamp and leaned over young Matt. That's when I put the portal next to his neck and zapped him with the stun gun. Like the others before him, he dropped soundlessly to the floor. Drawing back, I saw the nurse bending over him, a look of concern on her face.
"Help!" she shouted. "Cardiac arrest in here!" Several nurses and another doctor arrived within seconds, and they took the would-be circumciser from the room. Despite the nurse's cry of "cardiac arrest" I knew the doctor I'd stunned would be okay.
"Now we wait," I explained to Matt. "They're bound to try again." Minutes later another doctor and nurse entered.
"Well, I guess I have to finish this up," the doctor proclaimed. "This kid's got lots of foreskin. He'll be a couple of pounds lighter after I'm done with him," he laughed. His cavalier attitude irked me, and I knew it did Matt too, as it was his foreskin the doctor was discussing amputating.
Now the doctor positioned himself in front of the table, and as his hand reached for a clamp I zapped him. He dropped straight down, his chin hitting the edge of the table. I heard his teeth clicking together and hoped that he'd broken or chipped a few. The nurse, upon seeing this, ran out of the room in panic, yelling incoherently.
Soon several nurses entered, accompanied by yet another doctor, and they carried the unconscious man out. Again we waited, until we saw another team enter.
"Damn! I don't know what's been happening in here, but we've got to get this kid circumcised, and I mean pronto!" the doctor said. This time I didn't even let him approach the table, but gave him the juice where he stood. As he fell forward, he went face-first into a cabinet, ending up on his back. His nose was bleeding heavily and I knew it was broken. I pulled back from the portal to let Matt have a look, and he smiled.
"I hope this is it," I said to him. "We have to get back upstairs soon."
"I think it is," Matt replied, opening his fly. "My cock feels different. Take a look." He pulled out his penis and we saw that the mushroom head was now shrouded with a long foreskin that extended an inch beyond the end to form a nipple, much like mine. I saw that Matt's eyes opened wide as a flood of new memories came to him, and I reached to turn off the power switch. We hugged fervently before heading up the stairs, and Matt said to me:
"I'll head on home now. "I'll stop at the store and get some food and fix a really nice dinner for tonight."
Dinner consisted of prime rib, with a salad, and we ate with gusto. Matt seemed slightly anxious, and when I asked him if he were he replied:
"Well, I'm just impatient to try out my new foreskin." I was sure he had many memories of our mutual foreskin play, as I remembered many times we'd docked, sucked, and stretched our foreskins together, but perhaps the memories weren't as vivid for him. We cleaned up and went into the bedroom, where we hurriedly stripped.
We stood facing each other, and touched the foreskins of our now hard pricks together. The overhangs dangled in front of our tips, exquisitely sensitive, and we played at "sword-fighting" for a couple of minutes. Then we skinned back and rubbed our wet, glossy tips together.
"Let me dock you," Matt said. I knew he had enough foreskin to do this perfectly, as my new memories included several docking experiences with his foreskin. We lay facing each other on the bed, the domes of our naked tips pressed together, and Matt slowly eased his lengthy foreskin down over my flaring helmet. The warmth of his hood excited me as he enveloped my glans, and soon I was thrusting gently as he squeezed our tips through the fleshy shroud.
We weren't in a hurry, as we'd learned from experience that the longer we took to attain orgasm, the more intense it would be. However, we were super-excited because of the day's events, and it wasn't long before I felt the familiar hot tingle in my tip, and my eyes closed. I was breathing hard and when the first spasm hit me I let out a long loud groan of joy. I knew that my discharge was swirling around his hot hard mushroom, and a second later Matt howled and I felt his hot cream splash against the dome of my helmet.
Now we were both groaning and grunting as our bodies strained against each other, our hot pricks awash in hot cream. I felt Matt's mushroom slide over the top of my helmet, and my front dome was pressed hard against the root of his foreskin as it continued to spit load after load into him.
We lay very still, savoring the moment, long after we'd drained ourselves. This had been the most intense sexual experience of our lives, something we'd never imagined doing until a couple of days ago. Being whole again had brought our sexual lives up to a new plateau, and we appreciated the gift.
The End