Cir­cum­ci­sions and Vasectomies

In Swe­den, and most of the civ­i­lized world, boys are not cir­cum­cised unless the par­ents want it for reli­gious reasons.

Bar­baric.

How­ever, about 7 years ago, at age 35 or so, I had a vasec­tomy and a cir­cum­ci­sion done at the same time. It appears that the men in my fam­ily suf­fer from an afflic­tion that makes the fore­skin less elas­tic with age. My father only had the unelas­tic part removed, but I fig­ured that when in Rome, do as the Romans do; I chopped off everything.

Bada bing, bada boom.

Wham, bam, thank you… uh… dude.

At the same time, my car was out of com­mis­sion and I didn’t want to spend the money fix­ing it (I wound up doing it any­way later) but at the time I bought a cheap motor­cy­cle and I was com­mut­ing on it. So there I was, strad­dling a vibrat­ing two-​cylinder motor­cy­cle with my whole pack­age in a pack­age. Good think­ing, there.

The really dumb part about the motor­cy­cle was that I gave it away as a gift after I healed, so I only used it when I really shouldn’t have. I spent sev­eral weeks of con­va­les­cence strad­dling that bike, com­mut­ing a 50 mile roundtrip a day in Jan­u­ary. Dang it was cold. My poor testes were so banged up that they wished they never dropped. Nowa­days I telecom­mute so I don’t even have to leave the house. I’m not the sharpest tool in the drawer, but my mother main­tains that I am plenty smart.

One would think that there would be loss of sen­sa­tion due to cir­cum­ci­sion, expos­ing the ten­der skin of the glans like that. It did to a degree. Par­tic­u­larly the sig­nals that com­mu­ni­cate sense of wet­ness and warmth were com­pro­mised. Touch and fric­tion seem to remain nearly the same. In all it did not dimin­ish get­ting me off; I seem to have re-​routed the pro­cess­ing in my brain to sim­ply appre­ci­ate dif­fer­ent sen­sa­tions. If I last longer, it is because of age and not because of the circumcision.

Once, when I was try­ing hard not to come, I acci­den­tally trans­ferred my atten­tion from the head to the under­side of the shaft, where the big vein is. It was weird when it hap­pened but I quickly dis­cov­ered the ben­e­fits so I learned to do it more. I can’t do it all the time but when I do, it is a very nice feel­ing. That skin doesn’t have the plea­sure sen­sors the head does, but they are much more sen­si­tive to touch in terms of tex­ture. I will feel the entire slid­ing motion and sort of explore and it will give a great sense of the entire penetration.

As far as the vasec­tomy goes, I notice that I have a slight sen­sa­tion of gen­eral dis­com­fort in the area, feel­ing like a mem­ory of blue balls, and it never goes away. Some­thing that was a lit­tle freaky was that they left the sur­gi­cal hole in the scro­tum open, not sutur­ing it or glu­ing it. It was to not enclose a pos­si­ble infec­tion. After a few months it healed by itself, but it was jit­tery hav­ing a hole there; had you wanted to, you could have shined a light right on my balls. Really, now.

I asked the doc­tor about the hole in my scro­tum and he said that it was to not lock in any pos­si­ble pathogens that could cause infec­tion. By leav­ing the hole open, it allowed my body to expel any­thing that was still in there that was not good for it. Appar­ently, the hole won’t close until every­thing is good and ready in there. It didn’t hurt but it was some­what freaky hav­ing an open hole in your body where none is sup­posed to be. The thought just struck me; what if a spi­der crawled in through the hole and you could feel it run­ning around in there? Yewwww.

After the cir­cum­ci­sion it took me a few weeks to get used to fric­tion against fab­ric. That fric­tion was mostly an annoy­ing, almost burn­ing sen­sa­tion, not at all arous­ing. The head is really made for a soft, wet, warm place, and not dry fab­ric. Today, I have accli­ma­tized to fab­ric fric­tion and I don’t notice it any more.

Dur­ing erec­tion, the sheath nor­mally would pull back auto­mat­i­cally. It cov­ered every­thing nicely while flac­cid and when erect, it was com­pletely pulled back and while not as taut as now, there was not much give left. In fact, the skin behind the glans used to be incred­i­bly sen­si­tive to pulling that it hurt me while being erect. It also meant that I would have to work myself slowly into a not fully lubri­cated vagina because it would hurt too much oth­er­wise. After the cir­cum­ci­sion it doesn’t hurt at all, so that’s def­i­nitely an upside. I can hap­pily ram it in any­where I want to nowa­days, lubri­ca­tion or no lubrication.

I do remem­ber the sen­sa­tion of the fore­skin sort of “unrolling” over the fill­ing glans as it grew, heart­beat by heart­beat. It felt plea­sur­able, the glans cool­ing a bit as mois­ture evap­o­rated from the taut, over-​sensitive skin. When the final piece unrolled to lodge just behind the head with a notice­able pop­ping feel­ing, that pop­ping feel­ing could some­times feel like a jolt of elec­tric­ity. It was a very prim­i­tive sig­nal to my con­scious mind that my body was now ready to take pos­ses­sion of the female.

A dick is a really good thing to have because you get to put it in girls.

As a con­trast to the rev­e­la­tion of the head from the fore­skin, get­ting an erec­tion after cir­cum­ci­sion is quite uncer­e­mo­ni­ous and matter-​of-​fact, I’m sad to say.

I bike I bought was an old Yamaha 2-​cylinder (straight, not v-​twin) 750cc. I could have used another 250cc on the free­way but it was cer­tainly plenty to com­mute with. Were I ever to buy my dream bike, it would be an Indian or an HD Road King. If I even get me a bike again, I need me a big, fat V-​twin and ZZ Top in my ears.

And a tattoo.

I’m way too square.