“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
