Circ'd Bro's SA

So, your penis no longer looks anything like an ant-eater.

Are you happy that you were circumcised? Would you feel right about  recommending it to others that they should also get themselves circumcised?

First of all I would like to get things straight. This blog is intended to be a pure glimpse at the incredible aesthetics of the male circumcised penis. Nothing more, nothing less. Great. Now that’s been said, I am going to tell my story of how I became aware of circumcision and later became circumcised.

I would have been around the age of four or five, just in pre-school. This was a regular government funded Australian pre-school. Being of the year 1998/1999, political correctness wasn’t really a major concern. This being said, my pre-school’s toilets were single ceramic units with no doors or privacy. The boys and girls also shared. This was quite a common thing of that era.

It was “toilet time" one day, and I was eagerly waiting in line behind my “childhood crush" at the toilet entrance. All sessions were supervised of course. Waiting for the teacher to let the next three children use the toilet room, my friend (boy) who was behind my crush, ran in straight away when the “all clear" was given. “No running!“ Shouted the teacher. That quickly stopped him in his tracks I thought to myself. I walked up to the toilet, pulled my foreskin back and started to urinate. I had been taught since before I can remember to always do that. My crush was peeing next to me in the toilet beside me, getting a full view of what I had done, she made a comment. “What’s that thing you pulled back on your thingy?” The question beguiled me. I replied, “What?“ She said then, that her older brother didn’t have a “skin,” instead had a plump pink helmet like the one under the skin. My friend who was on the other side of the toilet said “Yeah, like mine.“

Going home that afternoon I was still confused. I had asked my mum about it all and she just told me that some boys are just different. I had made a nick name for it, a “ball willy” The next day at pre-school during playtime, I was playing with my friend and my crush behind the main building, away from everybody else. I remember telling them about ball willies and how I wanted to see what they looked like. My friend pulled down his pants and out popped a small penis with a colour change and a little pink helmet sitting on top. My crush looked at me with excitement and urged me to take my thingy out and see what it’s like. I first looked at his “willy" and touched it, he responded very positively to that. I then licked it and said it “tasted good.“ He laughed and my crush tried his “ball willy” for herself. I then saw his penis grow and then I took mine out and they did the same to me. My crush had said in her little voice, “I like the ball willy better!“

Ever since then, my fascination with circumcision is something that plays apart in my everyday life.

Anyway, I always wanted to be a circumcised guy. I went through high school being an uncut bloke. Most boys at my high school were not cut, but there still were a few helmets around the place. Now in my high school we didn’t do gym shower stuff like they do in the states, but the option was there. Just slap on the old “Lynx” deodorant, or as the Americans call it, “Axe,“ she’ll be right! So I didn’t see many cut guys in those scenarios, it was manly when we were in the toilet and you had a peek at the bloke standing at the trough next to you.

All throughout my life I had problems with my foreskin, whether it was ripped at the frenulum from masturbating. It was quite short, along with other problems, that was one of the diagnoses. Smegma would always find a way to build up no matter how many times a day I would clean it, it would always return, my foreskin never retracted by itself when erect, so I had to always do it myself. It was just a fucking nightmare. Just to name a few things out of the plethora of problems caused by BXO. At the age of 19, after graduating high school and TAFE, I encountered a problem during intercourse one night. I had ripped my foreskin. Once again, it bled, and bled, and bled, for hours. I was in so much pain, but that was the straw that broke the camels back. My now former partner was always fond of my uncircumcised penis and said that it felt great when we fucked. Never for me though. It always felt like me going in and out of my loose foreskin, which was dull and hardly ever stimulated me. It was sometimes hard to maintain an erection and ehaculation always took hours. The next day I booked an appointment with my GP and spoke about options around the standard fee of $2000 for an adult male circumcision, without resorting to private health insurance. Whilst there he examined me and said that apart from the rip, there seemed nothing wrong with my foreskin. He said that I shouldn’t worry about circumcision. This wasn’t the news a guy who had always dreamed of owning a cut dick wanted to hear. But with a positive attitude in my head, I went to the urologist and he immediately diagnosed me with BXO. I had never heard of that before. He described it to me in laymen’s terms and urged me to have a circumcision as an outpatient performed by him. Weeks later and I was circumcised low and loose.

That was almost a year ago now and I have never looked back on having it done! Sex is now fantastic and enjoyable! I feel like I can feel my penis inside of a woman’s vagina now. I ejaculate every time without any troubles. Best of all. It is super easy to keep clean and I never have to worry about smells or “disgusting stuff” under a foreskin again. At first I wanted to be cut high and tight, but mine is that happy medium. I never wanted a penis that looked uncut with the skin retracted when hard. My penis still has movement in the shaft when i am erect, but still shows a great colour difference between my inner and outer layers of removed foreskin. When I am using public changing rooms it finally feels great to show of my beautiful thick circumcised penis.