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A powerful fire and tightness, like a white heat, began to build inside me. Saoirse was almost screaming now, her head twisting this way and that, her hands grabbing at whatever they could get to: scratching my back, scrunching up bedclothes, blindly tugging at my hair. Some irresistible force from deep within compelled me to keep thrusting harder and harder inside her, and the sensation all along the end of my cock — right from the head to my circumcision scar — was becoming unbearable. It was making me crazy with primal lust. I pressed her down harder, holding her in place so I could rub my newly circumcised cock inside her in just the right way, each thrust slapping into her body with a brutal shock reverberating through her trembling thighs and breasts. The image of the anonymous American, pounding her mercilessly into a crumpled, sweaty heap just so he could rub his rough, circumcised cock off in her pussy came into my mind. I was the same as that imagined man now. My circumcised cock was buried deep in Saoirse's sopping wet cunt, each thrust stimulating parts of it drawn tight and held in place in ways they should never have been, ways that were completely unnatural. But it felt amazing. Each stronger thrust brought the white force building inside me closer to bursting point. The pursuit of releasing that fire consumed me. My only thought was to thrust, to fuck, to rub my bared cock head and my electric circumcision scar off in this beautiful, deviant circumcision slut who had wanted me to get that operation for her. And then the white heat consumed me, focused through my pulsating cock — which was enflamed with sensations I had never imagined possible as an uncircumcised man — thrusting deeper and harder into Saoirse's hungry cunt. My scar line and the tight inner skin felt like they were glowing from the sheer force of pleasure — new sensations, I thought, only unlocked through my being circumcised.
I yelled as I came in her, my whole body convulsing powerfully. At the same moment she let out a guttural shriek and her tiny body quivered against me, her arms and legs tightening around me, practically pulling me deeper into her. We bucked against each other, blinded and completely disoriented in that moment by the overwhelming release. We locked hungry mouths. A few last, desperate thrusts — it wasn't me, but some more powerful force within me which compelled them — and we lay in silence, save for our exhausted panting.
I held Saoirse and felt her little body tremble against me. Minutes passed without either of us saying anything. Eventually she spoke. "Wow," she said, looking deeply into my eyes. "I didn't expect that. It was amazing."
I brushed her cheek and smiled at her tenderly. "It was. The best orgasm I ever had was when I came inside you the first time after I got circumcised."
We kissed deeply. "And I'm so happy you did," she beamed.
Our sex life was electric again. Saoirse was delighted that I could make love to her as many times as we wanted each night, with no pain or problems like there used to be. We would often work role play or dirty talk around circumcision into our regular routine. She loved trying to cover my glans with what little skin I had left — and delighted in always failing. "No, you're far too tightly circumcised now for that, aren't you?" She would say. Sometimes we would role play that I had just been circumcised recently, and was completely clueless about how to use my new penis. "What a silly boy," she would say. "You're trying to wank like you're not circumcised. You don't have any loose skin anymore. You have to go get your lube if you want to do that."
Those games always ended in primal, savage fucking. That seemed to be all I wanted now. It was certainly the best way to stimulate my circumcised penis. Saoirse seemed to love it too. Every time she would claw and scratch me in the throes of a trembling orgasm. On occasion we would just talk about circumcision, or look through web pages with pictures and descriptions of the different kinds of procedure, or the different experiences of men who got circumcised. We would talk and browse those sites sometimes for hours at a time, touching ourselves and each other. I loved watching her masturbate to videos of men being circumcised, or anything else related to it.
Over time my glans got more and more roughened from constant exposure. The color dulled to a very light pink where once it had been a dark reddish-purple. Eventually I grew to love the velvet touch of her unlubed hands on my dry glans and inner skin. Saoirse loved giving me handjobs that way too. It seemed so wrong, she said, that she could get me off just with short quick strokes on my dry glans. When she focused on the corona it didn't take her long to make me come. "I think it really is flaring," she told me. I had to agree. After almost a year of exposure the sensation on my glans had completely changed from before I was circumcised, and the corona had started to grow more pronounced. It seemed to have gradually expanded from a little lip to an angry-looking ridge. "This flared ridge is what I feel on my G-spot," Saoirse told me, rubbing it lovingly.
Of course, things became very serious between us. The circumcision experience brought us much closer together. I felt like I never wanted to sleep with any woman other than the one who convinced me to get circumcised for her. We also started to discuss starting a family more seriously. "What if we have a son?" I said to her during one such discussion. "Would we get him done too?"
"Done? You mean circumcised?" she said. "I think you know there's no question. I would want him to be circumcised, just like his daddy is. Like father like son: fully circumcised. And any son I have is going to have a proper high and tight circumcision. We never got to do it with you, but I would want him done with a Gomco clamp too. You know it's my favourite."
It was true — when we spent nights surfing the internet and reading about circumcision Saoirse was always talking about Gomco clamps. I knew she was very aroused by the brown ring scar they left on boys. She never said so, but I'm certain she wished I had a scar like that rather than the pale ring separating the two skin tones on my shaft. "My second boyfriend had a very pronounced brown ring around his cock," she told me once. "It was always fascinated me — and now I know what it was."
We don't have any plans for children yet. But we have planned something else. "You went through so much for me, gave up so much sensitivity for me, darling," she said one weekend. "So I've been thinking. I want to do the same for you."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I want to get circumcised too. For you. If you would like. I mean: have my clit hood removed. Then my little head will be permanently exposed — just like yours is now."
The idea did appeal to me. "That's a beautiful thought — so symmetrical," I told her. "We'd have matching genitals then, both surgically modified for each other — for more pleasure."
"Mmm yea that's what I was thinking," she said.
"I guess we should do some research... If we don't get too distracted while doing it," I said slyly.
"Yes, let's. But right now all I can think about is how sexy it would be for you to rub your permanently exposed cock head on my forever-bared clit," she said, gently cupping my balls.
After Saoirse gets circumcised for me we have it all planned out: we're going to consummate our relationship properly, as fully circumcised lovers. Not like nature intended: better.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous10 months agoYes, he should have described the damages better. He obviously doesn't even know what he's missing.
Anonymous11 months agoCould’ve been more accurate. I think describing the husband’s complete loss of sensation would’ve been accurate. But whatever makes you and that dry dick happy I guess
Anonymousover 5 years agoWay down under in Melbourne, Australia is the story of a
tightly done male adult circumcision of the ultimate kind. You'll never
believe the story … or will you?
Around 17 years ago, I became aware that circumcision was of interest to
me. How to go about it ? What an embarrassment, how to sneak into a
Doctor cost etc. I became more and more frustrated, as I knew I wanted
it done. Australia is a hot climate too and I wanted a slick model
penis, not a sock, at half mast. I had learnt from school that I was
bisexual, I would use the odd opportunity to check out and occasionally
talk another classmate into pulling down his pants and letting me give
him oral sex. Both circumcised and uncircumcised, although I didn’t know
what circumcision was then.
Anyway back to circumcision. I became more and more, frustrated and
there didn’t seem to be a way of resolving the issue. Then I had a
bereavement in the family. If I couldn’t solve this simple problem… It
was a question of honor.
So what I did may surprise many. I am an everyday kind of bloke, a
family now, job and the rest of it. So don’t be too shocked. Where there
is a will there is a way.
I had been researching on the net at the time and I was reading and
seeing pics of tribal and African circumcisions. There are great stories
of the Tuli in the Philippines and also teens putting their penis on a
log with a piece of twine and the elder slicing off the foreskin, high
and tight, leaving a terrific red patched scar.
I decided after much viewing and research that this is what I wanted. I
was a bit far from the Philippines and Africa, so this is what happened.
One long weekend when there was a Public holiday, I decided to have a go
myself. This is not for the faint hearted.
On the Friday night, I did the usual, a few beers then came home. I
opened a bottle of white wine and proceeded to watch an x-rated video.
Of course with a long ring barked cock or two. After a while I was
ready. A bit of popper amyl and I was more or less ready to have a go.
At circumcision.
I knew the skin would be sensitive, so I had purchased from an adult
store, delay spray. This I think had lidocaine like when you get Suntan
mozzie burns cream from the supermarket only stronger. I applied it to
my foreskin until the end of my cock felt number, than usual. Another
drink and some poppers, a look at the tightly taut scarred cocks on the
TV screen and it was time. Time to join the rest of my male brothers on
the planet with a permanently forever nude glans and a stripped pointed
helmety penis. Intention purple glans to always lead the way, from that
night on or else.
I sized and drew a line working out where to cut and checked this out
numerous times. Another drink, more amyl and an inspection of the video
playing and I was ready.
I took a very sharp pair a medium size sewing scissors and sat down
down. Carefully lining lining them up, I very slowly, and I mean realy
really slowly, put them through the line on the foreskin I had drawn. I
had already pulled the foreskin as hard as I ever could in front of my
glans.
Slowly but surely I got the job done. Everything dropped back behind my
glans and my foreskin lay on a tissue. A dream come true. I couldn’t
believe my absolute relief and satisfaction.
All this time later nearly two decades on, I am still happy. A couple a
days later, I consulted a friendly doctor and some stitches were added
on the quiet to complete the job.
Result is I have a very tightly circumcised penis, with absolutely no
frenulum or foreskin.
The absolute tightest male circumcision possible, for myself and any
partner I should choose, whether it be female or male. Amazingly there
is no two tone scar and the circumcision join is one color and height.
No different levels of skin height or misalignment.
Anonymousover 5 years agoNature Really Likes Male Circumcision
Way down under in Melbourne, Australia is the story of a
tightly done male adult circumcision of the ultimate kind. You'll never
believe the story … or will you?
Around 17 years ago, I became aware that circumcision was of interest to
me. How to go about it ? What an embarrassment, how to sneak into a
Doctor cost etc. I became more and more frustrated, as I knew I wanted
it done. Australia is a hot climate too and I wanted a slick model
penis, not a sock, at half mast. I had learnt from school that I was
bisexual, I would use the odd opportunity to check out and occasionally
talk another classmate into pulling down his pants and letting me give
him oral sex. Both circumcised and uncircumcised, although I didn’t know
what circumcision was then.
Anyway back to circumcision. I became more and more, frustrated and
there didn’t seem to be a way of resolving the issue. Then I had a
bereavement in the family. If I couldn’t solve this simple problem… It
was a question of honor.
So what I did may surprise many. I am an everyday kind of bloke, a
family now, job and the rest of it. So don’t be too shocked. Where there
is a will there is a way.
I had been researching on the net at the time and I was reading and
seeing pics of tribal and African circumcisions. There are great stories
of the Tuli in the Philippines and also teens putting their penis on a
log with a piece of twine and the elder slicing off the foreskin, high
and tight, leaving a terrific red patched scar.
I decided after much viewing and research that this is what I wanted. I
was a bit far from the Philippines and Africa, so this is what happened.
One long weekend when there was a Public holiday, I decided to have a go
myself. This is not for the faint hearted.
On the Friday night, I did the usual, a few beers then came home. I
opened a bottle of white wine and proceeded to watch an x-rated video.
Of course with a long ring barked cock or two. After a while I was
ready. A bit of popper amyl and I was more or less ready to have a go.
At circumcision.
I knew the skin would be sensitive, so I had purchased from an adult
store, delay spray. This I think had lidocaine like when you get Suntan
mozzie burns cream from the supermarket only stronger. I applied it to
my foreskin until the end of my cock felt number, than usual. Another
drink and some poppers, a look at the tightly taut scarred cocks on the
TV screen and it was time. Time to join the rest of my male brothers on
the planet with a permanently forever nude glans and a stripped pointed
helmety penis. Intention purple glans to always lead the way, from that
night on or else.
I sized and drew a line working out where to cut and checked this out
numerous times. Another drink, more amyl and an inspection of the video
playing and I was ready.
I took a very sharp pair a medium size sewing scissors and sat down
down. Carefully lining lining them up, I very slowly, and I mean realy
really slowly, put them through the line on the foreskin I had drawn. I
had already pulled the foreskin as hard as I ever could in front of my
glans.
Slowly but surely I got the job done. Everything dropped back behind my
glans and my foreskin lay on a tissue. A dream come true. I couldn’t
believe my absolute relief and satisfaction.
All this time later nearly two decades on, I am still happy. A couple a
days later, I consulted a friendly doctor and some stitches were added
on the quiet to complete the job.
Result is I have a very tightly circumcised penis, with absolutely no
frenulum or foreskin.
The absolute tightest male circumcision possible, for myself and any
partner I should choose, whether it be female or male. Amazingly there
is no two tone scar and the circumcision join is one color and height.
No different levels of skin height or misalignment.
Nature really does like male circumcision.
Anonymousover 5 years agogood to see idiots who still believe in the smegma meme exist.
