Chapter 4
The weekend passes without me looking for a hookup, only dreaming of one, and what next week's new penis will hold. I blundered my way through work on Monday. Now no longer bothered by the sensation of my exposed head, the rubbing sensation of my underwear on it only brought a naughty kind of pleasure. It had definitely been a hard week, that naughty sensation bringing with it frequent erections, making it hard to concentrate at work. Getting back in the evening I resolve to kill time, having one last wank with the loose cut to send it off. As I reach bed time, I think what the hell, I want to feel the change this time, it's only an extra hour. The clock ticking closer to 12:00, as I lie in bed staring at my cock glancing at the clock tick up, 57...58....59...60. The sensation takes my breath away, l look up at the ceiling as I feel the skin on my penis retreat further up the shaft. I feel the wrinkles on the shaft pull back and the skin tighten, the air hitting the ridge of my glans for the first time. The feeling of the tightening causing a slight pleasure and feeling it rise with an erection, skin tightening even further. A drop of precum appearing at the tip, before I feel it flowing down my shaft. Looking down to see my cock sticking straight up at the ceiling, a near perfect right angle from my body, the head completely exposed and a small band of the pink inner skin separating the tan skin of my shaft from my glans. Mmm' a soft voice moans in front of me, I look up to see the source, a large older man stands in my doorway, wearing the white shirt and trousers that seem to be their uniform. Flecks of Grey in his beard he looks to be in his 40's, or maybe 50's, and the almost archetypal bear. Isn't that ever mean? So horny, and no skin to polish the tip with. None at all. In fact, it pulls away the moment you get erect' he continues, stepping into the bedroom. Crawling up my bed he stops, his head level with my penis. Whatever will we do with this' he looks at me before leaning down slowly with a smirk. He carries on down, past my penis, I feel his breath on my shaft as he passes. Sticking out his tongue he licks my penis from base to tip. This makes me shudder with pleasure, having not felt this in a long time. Smiling he carries on this one is my favourite, I chose this one for myself'. He turns his head down taking the head of my penis into his mouth, not stopping until I feel his beard tickling my balls, I moan with pleasure. As he works my shaft, I barely feel my skin move at all. With the pleasure from the change and his expert mouth I don't last long. `I'm close' I gasp. With almost perfect timing he removes my cock from his mouth, just as my orgasm hits, spraying him with my cum, smiling all the while. He wipes his face with a cloth, then my naked body.
This' he says gesturing dramatically towards my now rapidly deflating member is the Low and Tight circumcision'. This looks a lot like the one Yanis had I think to myself. Carrying on with the tone of a man explaining his favourite subject, The foreskin is cut directly behind the glans, all the way around, so that there will never be any coverage in the flaccid state'. Tracing the line around my shaft where the two skins meet as he continues. This is a very safe way to ensure freedom from phimosis, you know when the foreskin is too tight to work properly. As an erection builds, the shaft skin tightens; the skin pulls away from the glans, revealing some pink, inner skin. But not much, since most of it has been removed. Don't worry, although most of that inner skin is gone, this one will still feel good. This is also beneficial for protection against diseases, since the entry point for viruses and bacteria is usually through skin areas featuring so-called Langerhans cells, of which the inner foreskin has particularly many. When you look at the underside, you'll notice that the cut line follows the shape of the glans there precisely, too -- resulting in a little triangular wedge shape of shaft skin pushing in a little' pausing for a second he looks up, slightly apologetically. `Sorry I'm probably boring you, you see this one's my favourite. It's just so neat and elegant. You'll notice this one has no glans coverage, so no more smelly penis, and much quicker to clean. The only downside of this one as far as I can see is you'll be a little bit smaller when you're soft, you can thank the tightness for that' I nod along, I showered daily, to avoid that smell down there. I won't miss that, always hated that smell, I even refused to go down on some guys because of it in the past. I could do without being smaller when I'm soft, I'm a grower not a shower.
Sitting back on his knees, towering over me, he continues. `If you're worried how it's going to handle now there no skin to move why don't you give it a go. It's not impossible, trust me'. My penis having risen again during the course of the demonstration stood up begging for attention. Guiding my hand to my penis I grasp it. He sits back, an obvious tent forming in his trousers as he watches. I instinctively try and use my usual technique, readjusting my hand downwards I try again. My strokes faster, and smaller, as my hand moves from the middle of my shaft to just under the head, my index finger just slightly rubbing the glans. Once again it doesn't take me long to finish, almost giving my guest another shower.
Looks like it works well' he chuckles, mopping up my second emission with this one you'll last a lot longer in time, you have a fine penis, you're not my type but I know a good dick when I see one'. With that he gets off the bed, readjusts himself and disappears out of the door. Glowing from the compliment I look at the clock, oh shit its nearly 1am, so much for just an hour. I throw the covers over myself and try and get some sleep.
I enjoyed the next few days, this one was great. I've never felt cleaner either. Every time I look in the mirror, I can't get over how neat and well defined it is. Wearing clothes felt far more normal as well, the lack of movement down there reminded me of my original state, just with constant sensation of the glans pressing up against the fabric. On Thursday I got another phone call from Magic Circ's, this time a lady's voice I didn't recognise chimed in. Good morning Alex, this is just a quick courtesy call from us to ask if you would like a slight reprieve now you're experiencing one of the more radical cuts' her cheery voice cutting through the mornings monotony. I am allowed to offer you a curtesy foreskin for the night if you're interested?'. "Radical?" I thought to myself, I thought this was the best yet. Looking down at my now fully exposed head, the tension causing the shaft to poke out at a right angle from my body, no I think I'm ok thanks', I reply with a smile on my face. I'm starting to like this. Very well sir' her cheery demeanour adding to the experience, `this one's popular with our clients, they always say it looks very clean and classy. One thing I've been told, if you don't mind me saying, is to try some lube when you masturbate, it's supposed to really add to the experience'. Thanking her I put the phone down. Hmmm, I can see lube helping with it, I'll have to try it.
Friday's work comes and goes, getting home I slip out of my clothes and throw them in the wash. No plans for the weekend means no clothes for the weekend I think to myself, realising the last few weeks were turning me into a nudist it seems. I head to the bedroom, boot up my pc and order some food. Sitting back I think on what the lady on the phone had said, looking at the estimate from the website, 1hr, that should be enough right? I have been lasting longer though. My penis was now looking more even in tone, the rim having been an angry red all week now fading to a slightly darker colour. Going to the bottom drawer of my bedside cabinet I pull out a tube of lube, squeezing some onto my hand I begin to massage my penis. The feeling of tension on my skin heralding my erection I start to stroke. I can't help but moan as soon as I start, this feels so good, it's almost like having my foreskin back. My hand glides freely over my penis, pumping up and down, the skin on my penis barely moving despite my frenzied stroking. Squeezing some more lube on my hand I carry on, stopping myself every time I come close, only to start again. Lost in extasy, eyes closed I carried on, once again taking myself to the edge before stopping. A dull ache started to rise in my testicles, I should probably finish soon. Putting one final squeeze of lube in my hand I go for broke. My hand becomes a blur, the wet slapping sounds of my lubed hand drowned out only by my moaning, feeling the climax approaching I speed up. Crying in pleasure I start to explosively ejaculate, rope after rope of cum fires from my penis, firing straight up like a fountain. Sweating and panting I prop myself up on my elbows, I don't think a towel's going to clean this up. Looking over at the PC I see my food out for delivery, I quickly get the worst of it off and dress in my lounge set. The itching long having dulled enough for me to wear them, it just felt weird to be in clothes at home now. Once the driver came and gave me my food, I had a proper clean up. New bed sheets and a shower. Looking over at the lube bottle on the side I think `that was amazing, I'm going to need more lube.'
As the weekend, and more copious amount of lube usage, came and went I was back at work on Monday. Almost feeling sad that I wasn't keeping this one longer, I finally found one I liked and it was already over. Getting home I thought to give it one last wank as a sendoff, and also to christen my new bigger bottle of lube, after all it would be rude not to. Having learned from my explosive incident on Friday I'd found a new place to wank, the shower. Starting myself off in the bedroom, edging until that familiar throbbing in the testicles appears, then doing a little bit more edging for good measure. Deciding that's enough I walk across to the bathroom, still wanking all the while, I get into the shower. Kneeling in the shower I sprinted to the finish, my hand once again becoming a lube powered blur. I feel the climax hitting me rope after rope hit the shower door in front of me, if I wasn't kneeling, I would've fallen over with the power of my orgasm. Using the shower head I clean up, thankful the lack of pubic hair made that quicker and easier. Feeling tired and utterly drained I decide to have an early night. Slowly walking towards the bedroom I look at the time, 10pm, that must've been a personal best, I'll have to try this one again after the trial ends. Lying back in bed and setting my alarm I look down, saying goodbye to this penis I turn out the light.
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