Culture Gap Brings Us Closer

Classes at J. Arthur Rank College Preparatory Academy let out at 2:53pm EST, exactly the time Jim burst out the main door, and ran to the doctor's appointment he'd been informed of by note earlier today, or maybe a week ago and they have him on a vegan diet or something equally strange, in Vans, sweats, and a Bruins tee. The attendant made him step into one of those cloth-paper robes (gowns, really) open at the ass that they make you wear in hospitals and in things written about hospitals, or in this case a thing written about a small clinic within the auspices of the larger College Health Services hospital, where, at the moment, eight boys were being circumcised by the wishes of their parents or by State Order 172, which covers the "proper bearing up" of children within the Catholic boarding school system, funded in part by the state, because it was a hell of a lot cheaper than paying for state orphanages and it saved the state from funding more than a token child protective services office with six case managers, for the entire state, three brothers ages thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen were also being circumcised by order of their parents (waiting in a Starbucks up the street), despite their vigorous protests, in order to curb homosexual tendencies in the fourteen (he was found naked and 'wrestling' with the neighbor boy) year old, aggressive-rebellious tendencies in the eldest, and to make sure those same tendencies didn't arise in the thirteen year old, all in separate rooms that were not, as promised, sound proofed, the brothers three engaged in a display of synchronized fear-induced fluid voiding over each boy's assigned nurse, the nurses were comely as a sop from doctors sympathetic to the pleading, pissing boys strapped into [custom made] circumstraints because their parents were, aside from nipping sin in the bud, hoping the circumcisions would "clear the gay away and make them become lovers (God love, not butt love) of Jesus and/or turn into Ronald Reagan", the latter due to an Oedipal fetish of the stepmother, a retired Jodie Foster sex double, with bit parts in Taxi Driver and Nell, despite the doctor and the chief of surgery insisting that circumcision could actually be harmful in one case(the thirteen year old was a hemophiliac), and unnecessary in the two others(especially since the oldest boy was screaming his head off about a child protective services lawyer he had called who was coming to the hospital as they were being prepped, would she make it in time to save their foreskins?), two attorneys were having vasectomies, so there wouldn't be any accidents (with the secretary or her sister or the other secretary or Amy, such a slut) so their wives would agree to fuck them, while also secretly fucking their strapping young tennis instructors, one man was gently but firmly thrusting with his cock, foreskin rolled back and head soaked in wetness, one young nurse's hymen was popped, an thirteen year old watching this amorous couple fuck from the showers, stroking himself idly and not really noticing the building urgency his fingers whipped up with each stroke, he'd stumbled into them while waiting for his family to finish visiting an aunt or something, they'd be awhile, so he, let's call him Adam, went for a walk.... (Adam's first interlude) Adam stumbled upon a supply room full of hospital gowns, changed into one and hid his clothing under a pile of white coats, noticed an inviting door in the back of the room, cut down a few unmonitored access hallways that ran through the building like worms through cheese, and, not really knowing or caring where he was going, because he was after all thirteen and therefore curious, impervious to harm, and incapable of fear (except the fears associated with a castration complex, because his balls had dropped last week along with twelve curly reddish pubic hair--presaging the Irish setter colored beard he would sport when he joined the Merchant Marine--and he was worried his parents might have them taken off while they were here in a hospital which had all the necessary ball-stealing devices, there probably was a machine just for castrating those boys whose nutsack drops, he'd never seen anyone with dangling balls who'd had them for long, his father (Paul) having been in an accident that involved a blowup doll of Freddie Prinz Jr. and more alcohol, cocaine, and hookers than his dad would admit to the EMTs, cops, or his wife, saying it was work accident, he was a glassier, that rendered him a eunuch aside from a bit of his left testicle, which was salvaged and stapled to the space where his balls dropped from when he was thirteen. (father's interlude interlude) Paul's balls dropped a week before he was able to ejaculate. No traumatic memory of circumcision in his past, he never thought his affair with his high school fencing tutor counted as 'abuse,' considering how much he enjoyed himself and she expressed equal satisfaction, no trauma at all involving his penis or any other part of his genitourinary system, just the pleasant memory of Chandra Nutting, now impossibly pleasant in the sex-tension saturated hospital, Paul's cock stirred in his boxers at the thought of her, this shifted into an aching erection, causing him to shift and leave the room, wondering idly where his son had gotten off to. No matter how much he was attracted to his wife of fourteen years, Chandra was this platinum-gilt beauty by Bernini in his sexual imagination, he'd climaxed to her more times than he could count, and that was just the mind blasting cums etched into his mind, he didn't think there were stars enough in the sky to count the number of rather routine ejaculations focused stress relief which he always found, along with his prostate growing warm from impending climax, thoughts of Chandra in the forefront) Chandra was the nurse for the commune in northern California where he grew up, the commune was free and easy, naked, liberal to an extent which still shocked his small town Pennsylvanian wife sometimes, stroking him as he rested on her examination bed in her walled and curtained cabin, until his lusts and gentle thrusting into her lubricated hands and sometimes lips (officially this was to be a hands-only ceremony, Paul deserved this special extra, which he wasn't allowed to tell anyone, but by rule of the commune, he was perfectly free to demonstrate on his friends under the age of fifteen, which was the cutoff age for childhood in this redwood dotted Eden, Chandra always thought Paul was cute, and so polite, even though he had clearly been crushing on her since forever, probably not knowing it until this year the way he was blushing, she had not ever seen him blush before, and felt her obsessively trimmed bush, with more than just the early summer daytime heat, her vagina was fully lubricated and ready to go five minutes before Paul arrived for obliviously for his two week checkup (the decision of when he would be brought into the sexually potent world was scheduled by the commune with delight, having controlled his diet for the last five days to ensure proper hydration, no gastric distractions, and other such effects certain things may have), clitoris erect and dripping vulva practically bursting through the breathable crimson underwear she'd designed and made herself, and this was just as he stripped (not much of a chore considering it was summer so he wore a very loose shirt to guard against sunburn and skin cancer, surprising safety measures in the 70s, when skin cancer was still this mythic thing that doctors warned people about, with equally loose trunks he could shimmy out of in a moment for swimming or any other event best done naked), his body still very new to puberty, knobbly knees and sharp elbows, spine growing beautifully, excellent posture, eyes seem a little glassy, breathing sounds fine, you know the drill, did you bring your specimen jar? No, don't worry, we have an infinite supply of them. The room featured a porcelain oddity that looked like it combined every type of toilet and urinal ever made, a small hoop supported by stainless steel wires had been strung in the open air between the lip of the bowl and the small amount of grey water piped in from the kitchens, Chandra walked over to her work desk, grabbed a specimen jar (Paul shifted when Chandra noted playfully that more than just his height had increased, after this a blushing look which Chandra returned with a wink so sultry that it would have made the last Pope rock hard, now his penis (can't call it a cock, she thought, have to use the medical term, this is an examination and I am a licensed practitioner, our nurse reminded herself, sternly, but also with a suppressed grin) was pretty much one three and half inch diamond-cutter while she was like a rose wet with rain free of petrochemicals, not obvious yet in her flowing knee length skirt, she noticed she was getting wetter the more she worked, pumping him closer to his first ejaculation and wet orgasm, looking at Paul and smiling when her lips and tongue were not making him smile on their own, encouraging words that would sound fake and hollow if anyone but Chandra said them now, complements and once or twice a soft moan in his ear as she straddled his thighs (she wasn't allowed to fuck him by the commune charter. The charter was so thorough and exhaustive that it was as if it was written by Saint Dominic (if the saint enjoyed certain Californian delights and sex that was free amongst all consenting over fourteen, a turning point year with a ceremony for two virgins or more at a time, requiring one phallic and one yonic participant for obvious reasons, with those of different orientations were also allowed their rights within the rite, seeing two fourteen year old girls penetrate each other with polished cedar strap-ons that gleamed with hymenal blood after they were pulled out, they were taken home as souvenirs, looking like their owners, unwashed and beautiful, was quite the sight, and not just because of the things that were now possible with full consent of all involved, requiring two signatures in the main office with the commune notary--before fleeing to the woods, many adults were lawyers and accountants, trained and bred and tested in a world of rules and contracts and receipts, and from their employment within the Machine, it's own sex-cult in a Kubrick way that we're not going to go into here but let's just say be happy you know only that it exists), rich enough to give all of their money less a chosen concession to the commune. everyone's favorite time of year since it usually involved lots of orgasms and fire and a beautiful bed, and everything but sex for those under that, only with other virgins, but she could sure come damn close), when he was nearing climax, wriggling slightly, her hips keeping him still, Paul still heard her moan softly (secretly, she thought) and saw the warmth of her smile, the amber of her right eye and almost imperial purple of the left, glowing, radiating this perfect lust that he felt growing inside him, mounting, gathering steam for this going-to-pee feeling that Chandra had told him not worry about, the first spurt of reproductively viable semen, though beautifully remembered by both parties, and the commune diarists, who recorded the encounter the same as any other, into journals only readable by those authorized from the council. These records were quite descriptive, and always a blushing and pants raising time when the council poured over them, the way Talmudic scholars go over Scripture, except with (normally) more obviously aroused members of the civil community. Paul thrust into Chandra's supple, slippery, splendid fingers and knew he was beyond control of his cock. It was happening, oh god god mmmmmmmmmm yes Chan don't stop don't stop unnh. And so the first of Paul's spermatozoa spurted into the collection jar Chandra had prepared for him. Successive cum spurts would give rise to his children, several scares with different women, and one child neither the mother nor Paul knew was his, until a school science lab involving DNA. Her dripping and hebepheliac lust, as Chandra admitted, was "perhaps a little outside of my usual role in the orgasm process" ] Adam- continues --and give his balls back to him when he was married and they wanted grandchildren--it's called a complex for a reason, you know), slipped into the employee showers, feeling the warm air that ran through the changing rooms brush against his penis, he felt his glans tickle slightly under his foreskin as his penis began to "get big" as his cousin Andy said while showing our tween what genitals that went through puberty looked like and what they could do, which was pee white stuff, which felt good, according to Andy, and Tom in Boy Scouts, Tom was thirteen and he knew everything about bodies and sex and gross touching and not so gross touching that was becoming really fucking appealing, and young Adam felt the need to relieve himself rising in his newly dropped loins, so he walked into the dry shower room, stood over the drain pipe in the middle of the room, pointed his cock down even though it seemed to want to be going up, and pissed in the way that only the truly innocent and naive can piss, he shook out the last few drops, tightening and releasing his pelvic muscles to get one last spurt of piss out of him because he hated the feeling of having to pee but not enough to actually want to go off to pee, so the muscles around his prostate and urethra contracted and released in time with his breath until he felt something like honey, like slow syrup, like nothing he'd felt before, like Andy's juice, slowly move down his urethra towards the meatus and open air of the showers, dripping clear (it was fluid from his prostate rather than semen proper, since often when newly-ejaculatory the prostate makes as sure as possible that every bit of the small tube that used to carry only piss is as lubricated, ensuring the smooth muscles within his body, those beautiful little things all tied to his pituitary gland, which thankfully was a generous hormone contributor for all of Adam's life, would open the duct between his prostate and the rest of his cum-making equipage, giving his cumshot that bit of umph, and often liquidity, for as you might remember from your own experience, if you do not possess male equipment, first ejaculations are usually not the rich cream you start to produce two or three years into your ejaculation-capable and therefore much improved life, gooey, gel like as opposed to the white/off-white milk of a mature, fully developed man, not as much semen in them, sometimes this cloudy whitish that magnifies the urethral meatus when it dribbles out rather than squirts as you might have wanted it to) sticky stuff from the tip of his head, he tried to pee a bit more, nothing, just this hardness which was honestly pretty nice, he'd been getting more erections recently, so Adam walked, almost prancing, with his pinkish purple glans as a figurehead, foreskin a furled sail, rolled back on it's own for the second time that week, it used to never roll back on its own, and it would get smegma, which he washed away during the twice a week bath by just shaking his foreskin-retracted shaft and glans until the accumulations came free, doing the same for his twin brother, Bart, just like Molly, his now fifteen year old sister, used to do for him when they bathed together (with Bart, too, but Molly was in charge of genital cleanliness, being the eldest in the tub) before puberty hit her like a generous truck, delivering pert, perfect breasts that even her father, years after the accident, sometimes watched with a millisecond of lust before remembering this Venus in Teen Gap and tight shorts or sweats that said "WET" on the back of them, was his daughter, produced in his absent scrotum, his wife's sweet pre-three-children pussy, and their shared sweat, surgically "restored (to honestly the tightness of what , and his cock as a bow, taking the need for Freudian analysis out of figureheads all together by one simply being the resplendent and shiny in the locker light glans of a sexually capable male, biologically no longer a child in one sense, this male still must achieve full stature in limb and penis, and a hair covered pubis rather than just hair sporting, but for the purposes of this little detour considering phallic symbols he will serve perfectly around a corner into the continued labyrinth of lockers and showers that make up the hospital basement, and he spotted our vigorously fucking lovers...(named)... The lovers: {John O'Clare, an uncircumcised, rangy and wiry file clerk in the medical library adjacent to the clinic, located on the Bradenton-Hillard Campus of College Health Services University system, which ran like a line of anthracite coal through the black hills and deep, dwarf-filled caves of the arboreal state, write more about his masturbatory and otherwise sexual back-story later, background story background story, mirror experiences you've heard of, the narrator notes and the viewer does not really see) and one (Nurse-Aspirant Conchita Paulina, a sweet and usually not at all this slutty novice, adopted from Salvador da Bahia, Brazil by a Good Catholic Family who sent her to the Good Sisters, though she did suck off Howard Gaines in the deserted co-ed student lounge that one time when she was sixteen, you see he tutored her in C++, and she might have let him awkwardly grope and kiss around her vulva for a few minutes while she moaned so he wouldn't feel bad since he really was a nice guy {and his penis was actually on the larger side of what Connie would learn was the average, and she thought this meant he would cum less, even though she was good in life sciences, for some reason she failed to understand a vital male sexual function that was increased to gagging volume when the ejaculator was in his teens, plus, his foreskin looked really cute and she'd never seen one in one of the diagrams used in her partially gender segregated science classes--so she was curious about it's function, which, she determined by use of her now amazing intellect, was analogous to her clitoral hood (the nuns called the vulva "a veil of modesty topped with a berry from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil) and spent what were for Howard unbearably enjoyable three minutes playing with before, admittedly with a little trepidation because she'd heard other girls, mainly the [still a technical virgin, of course, since everyone knew anal didn't count and was okay because it was mentioned in the Bible (prior the destruction of Sodom, but a biblical source was a biblical source), and oral was okay if you hadn't taken Communion in the last three hours, and handjobs were just handjobs and there was nothing even remotely morally questionable about them in the minds of young girls] slut of her floor, Ariana DeWitt, talking in the showers about intra-school dances and what happened after them, Connie slid her naturally cherry red and what the nuns (aside from Sr. Elle, who called them beautiful and would leave holy orders after an incident that might have led the abbess to her, involving three novices on the softball team, several candles, and a jar of christening oil) called "man-swaying" lips around his actually pretty textbook beautiful uncircumcised cock, a cock Robert Mapplethorpe would have loved even though it was (only slightly) under his usual photographic minimum of eight inches, a cock that Howard had imagined in Connie's mouth for half the semester}, he was just too nerdy to be the proper boyfriend material Conchita wanted to harness for her own "anatomical studies," when she went off to study nursing as a major and semiotics as a minor at College, and then, impressively, Howard found her G-spot, [which she had been looking for ever since she was 13 and discovered she not only had a vagina but that sticking things in it, even menstrual cups],what he brought on in her would only later be felt at this precise moment.... ...(as Jim puts on his robe, as blades come out and cries go up, as Adam's hand travels to his impossibly erect and almost painful penis, for the first time seeking something other than to relieve his bladder and his balls and prostate and entire nervous system glow and have that perfect spurt of cum, beautiful and fascinating all the product of new thing his penis could do, as John O'Clare's uncircumcised and throbbing member buries itself in her to the hilt, a sexual partner hitting her G-spot for the second time in her life, and causing her to pretty much burn with lust and a desire to make John her personal sex-pony)... ...was amazing, causing her to have what could only be termed an orgasm so wet and well honestly luscious that the chaste and modest light woolen plaid St. Audrey's school skirt she was wearing would never really get that stain out of it (the nurse/proctress of her dorm room's floor, Sister Maura O'Harte, might take her into her office for punishment if she noticed the stain, which she surely would on her weekly inspection of the rooms and novices under her charge, and punishment made her knees shake a little at the very thought, considering how much Sr. Maura loved spanking students and she was rumored to have a black latex zentai-habit complete with strap-on dildos of differing size; since she wasn't evil, only intent on reformation and the salvation of these poor corrupted souls, she wouldn't want to stretch the younger girls too much, at first, anyway. Later in her punishing process, after four warnings and subsequent visits to the punishment room, she liked to be able to put her whole fist into those guilty, dirty, impure cunts that only tempted her otherwise angelic girls to sin, she had to make them hate their womanhood, you see, since she was really fucked up in the head psychologically and should not have been given charge over a group of teen girls, but times were tough and the number of available nuns dwindled and St. Audrey's convent had to cut corners, and Maura was a cut corner, she also was (had, really, since we're not going to get into synecdoche here because you can take your Derrida and shove him up your PoMo loving ass) a cut-back clitoral hood, *(something which she did to herself when she was thirteen, about a week after discovering her clitoris and then hearing a personal lecture from the sister in charge of examining every schoolgirl once a week, after phys-ed so their heart-rate would be pumping and they would be sweating a most exquisite dew that only amazingly homosexual nuns can detect on their young charges, chaste and pure (and beautiful, and lusted after by novice and teacher alike, though only a few girls would admit to being drawn to her if they had been asked) Maura used a small fragment from one of the anointed but ice-storm-broken stained glass windows in the hall chapel, and, stroking her clitoris to increase the size of the offending hood, she circumcised herself and then used a blessed adoration candle from the hall chapel to cauterize the wound. The blood from the wound, since the operation was done in the hall chapel toilets, was easy to dismiss as menstrual blood from one of the girls who forgot she was on her flow and had to repair to the toilet to apply the scratchy, stiff pads that the pad dispenser provided for a dime apiece, but was too late in making it to the toilet-sanctuary, and so the forgetful, newly menstruating girls let the sign of her fertility and communion with Saint Audrey, saint of pubescent novices, flow from their virginal and blossoming slits) here the story continues outside of the parenthetical interlude to the back-story of someone who will later become a plot device when/if she hears of Conchita's concupiscent conjugal congress)* , until x or y or something here, Connie kept the panties soaked in her juices in her footlocker at the dormitory, where she also kept a silicone PBA-free cross she made in art class and then found out later she could use for a sex toy even though it's kind of cliche for a nun to fuck herself with a Crucifix (paging Linda Hamilton, line one., Vanessa Redgrave, line 2) the ridges of the crucified Christ's feet, knees, and ribs touching the glistening insides of her pussy as she exclaims the name of the Divine in gratitude for earthly pleasure, often accompanied by grunting and heavy breathing, which made masturbating in the dormitories difficult until she discovered the showers, both in stall and group units, with pipes about six inches below her dark brown and perfectly trimmed bush of pubic hair, ostensibly there for the purposes of using like a bidet or douching station to prevent thrush, yeast infections, and similar embarrassing situations that would lead to trips to the infirmary, where an old nun would plaster a salve on the afflicted cunts, though due to the all-female nature of the dormitories, and their charges, three hundred seventy odd novices plus about two hundred girls in their last years of finishing school, many bound for the habit and halo themselves, and younger girls down to age nine (also residing within the dormitory of the the school that served as the one Catholic boarding junior-senior high school in the half-state-wide parish, and one-short-of-undefeated basketball champions in the All Catholic Basketball League)). The bathrooms adjoining the showers had two choices, bench or trench as the girls called it, the former for shitting and the latter for a quick piss without needing to ruffle a girl's uniform or habit and there was no worry about getting panties dirty, because the girls only wore undergarments (she missed bras, all of the more "blessed" girls did) when out in the world, so she needed to slide her contraband Victoria's Secret lacy thong of burgundy silk aside in order to let John take her, take her as she burned to be taken, having watched him work for the last year and a half, sometimes side by side, knowing he was stoic but sweet, horrifically socially awkward until he opened up, the kind of boy who started ejaculating young but had no one to share it with aside from friends with whom the subject could be discussed obliquely, John had secrets of his own he was ashamed of, his foreskin, which he later, thank the stars and the gods and everything in existence, learned to love because it was full of nerves and fun, often in code such as "playing Sega only" in which "Sega only" stood for S/O, shooting off, what the boys called their solitary ejaculatory ventures, each boy climaxing alone in his sleeping bag on camp outs, each boy sneaking into the bathroom at a sleep over to cum one after another with nobody mentioning their activities in the morning, uncertain sexuality, either way never really fulfilled with one or the other, and actually only experiencing the sex that he was not rather than his own, which also interested him, of course, but he really liked just getting off, too) she was studying to be a nurse so that she could work in Rome at Gregorian University's small but no less prestigious Hospitalle Romano. To be continued