Portal - Part 4

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.

To be Continued....