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I am forwarding one of my stories for your consideration.  It is, of
course, MM.  If you find it of interest I h ave others I shall forward in
due course.



   Kubwasana

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   CIRCUMCISION COLLEGE

   The author fully understands that this story is unlikely to be of
interest to readers who have no interest in circumcision, or who, indeed,
might be against the procedure.  However, it was written for s specific
readership.  Please not that copyright is reserved by the author <a
href="mailto:kubwasana98@yahoo.com">kubwasana98@yahoo.com</a>.

   This material may not be reproduced without consent.  It is NOT a work
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   The single-carriage train rattled across the Scottish Highlands making a
hollow clackety-clack as it swayed along its way as if complaining about
being a poor relation to the monster nearly a mile long that had sped Greg
from London at nearly a hundred miles an hour in air-conditioned comfort
with only a barely perceptible sense of movement.  The Highland scenery
looked as if it had been laid our for a travel brochure.  The late spring
sun reflecting from the water of a huge loch had almost blinded him and the
carpet of heather bowed before the gentle breeze.  "Picturesque," was the
word, he thought.  But his impressions of the reality dissolved to make way
for other pictures stored in his mind.  He was a little angry.  Angry that
his father had accepted the lucrative consultancy contract in Malaysia
which had been the cause of this change of school.  He was going to
languish in some austere and isolated highland establishment when he would
much rather have stayed at his old school down south set in the lush
greenery of Sussex.  He had been both successful and happy.  He was driven
to school on Monday mornings, and boarded until Friday evenings when he'd
return home for the weekend.  Ah, the the weekend!  He regarded it as a
valuable prize for his devoted studying during the week.  Many of those
weekend were spent with !  his fellow-student, Graham Dean with whom he had
so much in common, never more so that when they returned home after their
Friday or Saturday night out.  Wherever they spent the evening, at the
movies, or one of the dance clubs the enjoyment there couldn't begin to
match the enjoyment of their final destination - bed.  Graham frequently
made the point that they were not "gay" - just unleashing a little of their
youthful masculine energy in a pleasurable way.  He had taught Greg a great
deal.  But then, thought Greg, he had taught Graham as well.  He thought of
the huge swollen dome that topped Graham's cock and the saliva began to
flow in his mouth.  It was Graham who had tutored him in the art of sucking
circumcised cock.  His cockhead was probably less tender than Greg's and he
liked a great deal of suction to be used on it - - around the cockhead in
particular.  He taught Greg how to close his lips round the shaft
immediately below the corona, and, keeping them tight as h!  e pulled his
mouth upwards to pop over the rim, simultaneously fucking the pisshole with
the tip of his tongue before slipping his lips back down and over the head
again making it a series of slippery and smooth movements that gave immense
pleasure as he could discern from the manner in which the great head would
swell almost to bursting as a result of his attentions.  He knew how to
flick his tongue repeatedly at what Graham had called his "frenum" and
caused him to take a series of sharp intakes of breath between the teeth in
appreciation, the huge vein running up the very centre of the cockshaft
going rigid as an iron bar before loosening a little to just "hard" while
Greg continued with his ministrations.  He'd perfected the other trick that
Graham enjoyed so much holding his hand above the cock, fingers bent
downwards like a mechanical grab which clasped itself loosely round the
glans where, barely touching, he would slowly swivel it back and forth in a
screwing movement, the flat of his palm massaging the very tip of the knob
with its !  sensitive pink hole gaping wet and inviting.  As he performed
this action, the precum would begin to ooze from the slit and lubricate his
palm which heightened Graham's movements of delight and made that sticky
crackling sound heard only in sexual acts.  The precum even had a delicate
aroma that Greg could swear was curling into his nostrils even then.  For
his part he had instructed Graham subtly and gradually in the art of
tending to the uncircumcised cock.  He became expert at slipping back the
foreskin, a velvet glove encasing the purple head that shone in full
erection.  The head when it was revealed was highly sensitive and needed a
gentler touch when sucked, in particular around the thick flared rim. 
Tongue-licking had to be done without too much pressure.  On the other hand
Greg was delighted to be more roughly treated when having a hand job.  He
like a firm grip on this cockshaft, moving rapidly in long strokes,
gradually increasing in speed as his breathing grew deeper and rapid, his
legs stretching and strainng as he got the early warning signal from
somewhere within his balls that a huge cargo of semen was soon going to
snake out of his pisshole in a series of heavenly spasms that would leave
him gasping for breath, covered in the warm gelatinous product of his
testicles.  His memories of those nights with Graham was having an effect
on his cock, gradually hardening in his CK's.  It had fallen into a natural
position in the pouch when he dressed that morning, but had now unfurled of
its own accord, expanding into a long thick shaft, the briefs clasping the
foreskin as the head crept slowly out of the lengthening organ to create
the bulky muscle extending its spread stealthily to the far left of his
crotch.  Had anybody been sitting opposite, and looking at the handsome
young man before them, they would have seen his neat, tidy crotch being
distorted by the massive pole of skin.  Greg was awakened from his reverie
by the braking of the train.  Slipping his hands under the waist of his
pants and briefs he returned the foreskin to its caretaking position and
arranged his organ into a downwards position to avoid its recent excitement
revealing itself to the casual observer.

   There were only four passengers in the entire carriage.  Only one of
them stepped down from the train at Strathcannick - Greg McLaine.  A tall
athletic-looking young guy was moving towards him, hand outstretched.  "Hi,
you must be McLaine." "That's right." "Hi.  Good to meet you.  I'm Mark
Lester.  Good journey?".  He didn't wait for an answer.  "It must seem very
remote but don't worry too much.  We're isolated alright, but a coach comes
to take us into town on Saturdays.  It's an early start but it's worth it.
Get a full day in - shopping, the movies or whatever.  Because it's the
only time we see mass humanity it makes it into a major treat." As he spoke
he had his hand on Greg's shoulder guiding him through the tiny booking
hall and on to the car park outside.  "We'll just stick your suitcase on
the back seat," he said, opening the door of the Range Rover.  "Hop in."
There was something highly attractive about Mark Lester.  More than mere
looks and he wasn't short of THEM.  He had an air of assurance about him.
Clearly he was destined to be some kind of leader - an army officer, maybe,
or a captain of industry!  He was at one with the vehicle as it threaded
its way across the narrow highland road.  "You work out, Greg?" "A little.
Nothing serious.  I do a lot of walking.  And I cycle a lot." Mark smiled.
"Well it paid off.  Looks like you've got a good body there." He took his
eyes off the road briefly to steal a sideways glance at his passenger. 
"You're not doing too badly yourself," responded Greg.  "What sort of guy
are you?  Shy and retiring?  Broad-minded or.."

   Greg cut him short.  "Do I LOOK shy and retiring?  No..I don't think
they come much more broad-minded." "Great," said Mark.  He turned and
looked Greg full in the face.  His brilliant blue eyes conveyed some sort
of unspoken message." Greg stared right back into the piercing eyes before
dropping his own to take in a sidelong glance at Mark's crotch.  Yes! 
Under the lightweight pants there was a generous package of genitalia
snuggling down his right leg.  After a few minutes Greg took a second brief
look whilst pretending to gaze out of the window.  As he'd thought.  Either
Mark had nothing on under those pants, or else he was wearing boxers, and
from the contouring at the end, the love-muscle was clearly topped by a
circumcised head, its convex circle showing quite clearly through the
material.

   The wheels crackled on the gravel of the drive that swept round in a
semi-circle before the huge stone building that formed the centre block of
Glenbrae.  As they clambered out of the Range Rover a
beautifully-complexioned youngster from the lower school reached to take
Greg's suitcases.  "Thanks, Spanier.  Take them to Macleod Dorm." "Mcleod?
I thought" "I don't give a stuff what you thought.  Take the fucking case
to Macleod and fast." The boy pouted briefly, shrugged his shoulders and
did as he was bid.  On the main stairs they came face to face with a tall,
slim sandy-haired student coming down.  "Just a sec, Tm.  This is Greg
McLaine." There was a slight change of tone.  "He's going to be in Macleod
Dorm." "IS he now?" said Time, again with a significant emphasis that was
somehow lost on Greg.  Tim was instructed to show Greg around and generally
take him under his wing.  He learned where to sit in the dining hall,
joined in the saying of grace, and discovered where he was expected to take
his plates after eating.

   Macleod Dormitory had its own showers.  They gave Greg a chance to see
the handsome bunch of young men he was to live with stripped naked and
completely uninhibited.  Although he didn't want to seen to be looking too
closely he was trying to get a look at some of the dicks being soaped up
and rubbed around him.  Of course he didn't manage to get a look at them
all, but he could have sworn that he seemed to be the only uncircumcised
student in the shower.the one solitary owner of a foreskin.  No.  It just
HAD to be his imagination.  After all, he hadn't looked closely.  It had
been a cursory check-out..  As he stood by his bed drying himself off
fully. Tim spoke from the next bed position along.  "Well you didn't seem
shy in the shower" Greg laughed.  "Shy?  Never!  I don't give a toss.  Let
'em look".  "That's what I like to hear," Tim replied.  "we've got no room
for prudes in this dorm.  Specially in the summer.." "Why?  What happens in
the summer then?" "Oh sometimes we trek off into the hills and find a nice
lonely spot, then we just strip off and get bollock naked, drink a few
cans, have a smoke or two.andwell.then we get loosened up/" "Loosened up?
In what way?" "Wee-e-l You know what guys are!" Greg felt as though
somebody had given him a punch in the stomach that made breathing more
difficult.  "Yeah, I think I know what you mean." "And it doesn't bother
you." "Not me, feller.  I'm ready for anything that comes." "Good." A few
minutes later Greg was comfortably settled in bed.  His right hand down by
his side moved those vital few inches to his penis.  He'd give it his
nightly workover but very quietly, of course.  How stupid, he thought. 
Here he was, worrying about being heard, yet every guy DID it and knew that
the others all did it.  Yet there was this pretence that nothing rally
happened.  It was all pretty stupid.  In truth it was - at Glenbrae -
inaccurate, as he would learn.  It had been such a long day full of
train-catching, finding his way around and settling in he didn't have to
worry about being heard.  A few second later he was fast asleep.

   But it was different the next night.  The cool, clean air of the
Highlands was like champagne..he felt revitalised and tingling with good
health.  His balls were achingly full of semen.  It would have to go.  He
was waiting for the other dozen or so members of Macleod dorm to drift off
to sleep when he was startled by the voice close to his ear.  "How do you
think it's going?  Are you settling in okay?" It was Tim.  "Yeah, fine. 
Much better than thought.  I like the tutors and food's fucking good.  I
thought we'd get the usual crap you get at schools." "No.  The cook takes a
great pride in her work.  You don't get much in the way of choice but it's
good..and there's plenty of it.  There's no reason why you shouldn't have
your mouth full a lot of the time around here." He laughed quietly.  "Hey.
It's getting chilly sitting here with a tee-shirt on.  Mind if I get in
there to talk?" "Why not?" said Greg, pulling up the blankets on one side.
They chatted for some time before Tim sighed.  "I suppose I ought to go
back to my own bed.  But it's so fucking warm right here.  Mind if I hang
on awhile?" "Help yourself" said Greg generously.  He pulled the blankets a
little as he turned and lay on his side, his back towards Tim.  He'd begun
to breathe more deeply and was starting to relax and drift when he became
aware of something sticking into his back.  Well, not his back exactly. 
One of Tim's bones was somehow pressed against the cleft of his ass..  Or
WAS it a bone?  Surely it couldn't be..  WAS it Tim's cock.  And could he
be imagining it?  The pressure seemed to have grown a little.  He shifted
his position very, very slightly.  The hardness was still there, firmly
between his ass cheeks.  Hardly daring to breathe, he pushed back a little.
The pressure from behind also increased.  He wriggled his ass a little. 
The hardness moved, too.  It WAS Tim's cock.  And now there was no secret
movement.  Tim was was sliding his tool up and down the length of the
crack. Greg began to match the rhythm with his ass, pushing backwards and
upwards and in circular movements.  God!  The cock felt hard.  And it felt
good..  Both bodies warmed to their task of delight and as they produced
their moist surfaces, and so began to slither more easily with greater
fluidity.  That was until Tim broke off their writing and reached out for
something.  Greg was about to turn round and ask what was going on.  "Stay
where you are," Tim instructed.  "Just lie still." He was fumbling...taking
off a screw cap.  "Just lift up your leg a little." He demanded.  As Greg
did as he was told he felt something glutinous sliding between his legs. 
It was Tim's penis, liberally smeared with some lubricating compound.  Now
Tim had his cock trapped between Tim's legs, and was sliding it slowly in
and out, fucking his crotch with a regular series of movements..  As he
pushed one way, Greg arched back in the opposite direction.  He could feel
the head of Tim's cock being massaged by his tightly--closed thighs.  That
circumcised head with its harder skin must feel fucking good as it rubbed
against his sticky legs, scraping his cum-laden balls and massaging them
deliciously at the same time.  The pace grew faster, while Tim's breathing
became ever hoarser.  Greg didn't want him to shoot yet.  He didn't want
that load of cum to explode beneath his balls sending rivers of musky
smelling cream trickling down his thighs and legs.  He didn't want him to
cum, period.  At least not yet.  He was about to say something to this
effect when Tim's movement stopped.  "Lie on your back," he said quietly.
Greg turned and lay looking upwards to see Tim taking off his tee-shirt so
that he'd be totally naked.  "Easy," said Tim.  "I've just got to put
something on your cock." Greg was just about to utter a warning about being
quiet and not waking the others when he suddenly became aware of similar
subtle movements going on all over Macleod dorm.  It was the rustling of
sheets, the occasional squeak of a spring.  Much heavy breathing.  Oh my!
He didn't regret being at Glenbrae any more.  This was gonna be FUCKING
GREAT!  Just as the thought went through his mind and a sense of
exhilaration crept over him, he was aware of Tim rubbing some kind of jelly
on his cock, smearing it on in quantities In his crouching position, he
slid back the foreskin on Greg's dick then positioned the greased head
against his hole.  Then he began pressing his sphincter hard against the
knob .  Slowly, slowly, and then plop!  In went the head.  Then the shaft
was soon being swallowed up, devoured by Tim's red-hot hole.  "That's
fucking beautiful, Greg.  That cock of yours is so fucking enormous, man.
It's cutting me in two.  His whisper became louder.  Oooh that feels Soooo
good.  So good." He began levering himself up and down, riding Greg's
uncircumcised cock., The tight grip of his ass was clinging to the foreskin
so that the tender texture of the cockhead was being massaged by his canal.
"Ooooh, man" Fuck me.  Fuck me.!Keep that cock punishing my fucking
arsehole." In the glow of moonlight Greg could see the passenger riding his
dick.  As he watched the big circumcised head of Tim's cock swung up and
down in a sexual tribal dance, the moonlight highlighting its rim and the
flare of the cut cockhead.  It slapped repeatedly against his chest then
bouncing down to somewhere below his ballsack.  "Man the sight of that
circumcised head slapping your belly.  It's so fucking hot!  SO hot."
Panted Greg, hypnotised by the sight of his circumcised partner's bouncing
glans.  The feeling inside him was almost more than he could bear.  Buried
deep into the other guy's body he was oblivious to anything going on around
him.  Now Tim's hand was behind him, fingering the entrance to Greg's
asshole.  Wait!  How the fuck.?  It couldn't be possible.  BOTH Tim's hands
were teasing his nipples twisting gently, then giving the occasional sharp
pinch.  Who?  What the fuck.  So what if it was another guy's hand?  If the
guy didn't mind, then HE didn't mind.  From somewhere somebody had pushed a
small bottle beneath his nostrils which served to send him into a mild
frenzy.  The finger was working slowly in as far as it could make it.  As
Tim continued to ride his uncut cock, Greg's ass was being fucked by the
guy's finger - in, out, in out, relentlessly.  His breath was coming in
short gasps.  He could tell Tim's ride might be starting on its last
thrusting fucking lap, and Tim was going to make the most of it.  Still
twisting - but more sharply on Greg's nipples he bent over and thrust his
tongue between Greg's lips and down his throat.  It felt unbelievably hot,.
That swollen fat, hot wet and slippery tongue was fucking his throat.  It
was all action.  All movement that made him tingle.  As the finger slipped
in and out of his tight hole , it seemed to open up like a rose so that two
long young fingers could find their way in.,

   He needed air.  Without stopping his penis from its ceaseless
penetrating into the depths of Tim's body he levered him off his face and
took great gulps of air.  But not for long.  Once more his nostrils caught
the pungent odour from the substance in the bottle, and, panting even more
deeply, he half-noticed a shadow above him.  There were pillars of flesh on
either side of his head.  Somebody was kneeling over him.  He could see the
cock straining in its hardness.  He could even discern the scars on the the
circumcised shaft, and, as his eyes lifted, the superb and exciting shape
of the head, devoid of any foreskin stood out rounded, proud and dripping.
The owner's hand grabbed the shaft and shook it so that droplets of the
precum splattered across his face..  The movement changed, the hand holding
the shaft was stroking it up and down.  And he heard the husky voice say
loudly "I'm gonna shoot a circumcised fucking load all over you, baby. 
Wait for it.  I'm cumming.  I'm fucking cumming.  Get your eyes on my
fucking cockhead!" There were three sets of gaspings.  The movements came
to a shrieking climax in Greg's head.  His cock was sliding in and and out
of the ass, leaving it completely before once more plunging into the deep
warm hole.." Ohhh!Fuuuuuck!.  I'm CUMMING" he almost screamed.  "I'm
shooting, too" panted Tim.  Don't ever stop fucking me.  Keep your cock
pushing into me.  "Ooooh!  He had hardly touched the shaft of his cock than
the circumcised head bloomed to its full and tight extent, and the series
of great arcing spurts splattered his manjuice across Greg's nipples into
his face.  Another series of gasps from above him preceded another cock
explosion.  Greg took his own cock in his hand and jerked it twice before
his load was pumped from his big balls and flowed in a thick white stream
into his hand to trickle in rivulets down his arm.  At the height of his
orgasm he felt himself being sprayed with a third layer of semen from above
and behind his head.  The thick tapioca splooged on to his chest.  As he
watched, a third figure, the owner of the finger which had fucked him,
stood alongside the bed and shot yet another load.  From the swollen,
rounded head Splat!  Splat!  Splat!  Fountains of cum had sprayed over
Greg. He was almost drowning in semen, sweet and sticky, gravity taking it
in intricate patterns all over his body.  He needed a kleenex.  He needed a
BOX of kleenex.

   All four young men were giddy from sex, their hearts pounding as they
gulped in great mouthsful of air.  "Oh That was good.  So FUCKING good." "I
never expected anything like..this" panted Greg.  "That's just the start, "
panted Tim, "You'll soon be one of the circle." "The Circle?  Is that what
you call yourselves?" "Yes.  And you ain't seen nothin' yet," Greg's breath
was coming more regularly.  "The Circle.  Not a very exciting secret
society sort of name," he remarked, with a hint of criticism.  "It's not
just the name.  It's the way we spell it," said Trim.  "Well how the hell
do YOU spell "circle" then?" "C-i-r-c-u l.".  "What a peculiar way to spell
circle.  Why do you choose that ?" "I think you'll find out," replied Tim,
adding after a pause ""quite soon." .

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contacted at kubwasana98@yahoo.com



   (May I remind you - as if you need it - that this is a FANTASY, not a
biographical piece, and it will be clear that the customary precautions
have not been taken during sexual encounters.)

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