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Many (many, many) years back, when I was still inexperienced in the ways of love, I found myself confronted with an unpleasant reality posed by the opposite sex.
Sitting in the front seat of the car with a new boy after a romantic date of salt ‘n’ vinegar popcorn and a film, I decided to move in and assess the situation.
After my closest approximation of foreplay – and once I was certain that the boy was beside himself with desire – I unzipped the manly package to see what I could see.
Before visuals could come into range, I was beset by truly nasty peen stank.
Smegma.
A wonderfully onomatopoeic word (if gross could sound like something), smegma refers to that thoroughly unpleasant concoction of bacteria, sweat and urine that cakes up all around the head, behind the folds of a boy’s foreskinned dick when it’s not seen a bar of soap in a few days.
It smells, disturbingly, like mature cheddar cheese.
I’m sure you can see that this was perhaps not the finest introduction to the hooded penis.
Since then, no matter clean and lovely my men have been, Brain has never let me forget that first attack on my olfactory senses.
Which is unfair to the uncut peen really because foreskin has many practical, handy uses.
Like, with more wiggle material, hand jobs are so much easier with a hood. And blow jobs don’t take so long cos the head’s so sensitive when exposed.
These are all good. But that’s kinda where it ends for me.
Now before I continue, I am well aware that there are a thousand medical/religious/moral/ethical/political/astrological reasons why a man/defenseless child should keep his foreskin.
But I am far more superficial than you make me out to be. And not often politically correct.
So.
I like prettiness and this extends to cocks also. Given a choice in the matter, I’d choose cut. It’s purely aesthetic.
A limp penis can be an unfortunate looking thing and when it has a few centimetres of squirrel dangling off the end, it makes me sad. And if it’s not cleaned properly there’s that whole breeding ground for disease thing and smegma to contend with.
Granted, this isn’t always the case with a hooded penis and most of our men are capable of basic grooming. I certainly wouldn’t turn a healthy brother away cos he got skin. Like one tweeter pointed out the other day, ‘It doesn't matter as long as the soldier can perform’. (And perform good, I might add.)
Still. If I had a choice.
Which doesn’t mean I’d make the choice for another human, like a baby or something.
Though, if you’re going to do it, isn’t it better when your brain is too busy developing to remember pain and your penis nothing but a teeny urinary tract?
Mr Hardman got his foreskin chopped off at the ripe old age of 20-something. It had to be done. His foreskin developed the nasty habit of tearing during sex, a problem I’ve found is quite common among our hooded men folk. But while he’s pleased as punch with his manhood today, recovery was a problematic procedure for a man with a healthy enjoyment of his cock.
The very thought makes me cringe in sympathy pangs. But only for a few seconds and then I remember how lovely his man bits are.
As I said. A superficial aesthetic thing. But, hey, so’s makeup, lipo, boob jobs, botox, photoshopped cover girls, fashion…
Oh and just a by-the-by, someone argued the other day that circumcision is the same as female genital mutilation. Ignorant billy goat. If comparisons are to be made, you can wrap your head around the fact that FGM is the same as male castration.
Anyway plums, smell ya later
over and out
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