eternalii-famishiis:

So I guess I’ll start off with the story that my wife calls the beginning of our journey into this lifestyle.

It wasn’t long after we started talking seriously about marriage that she broached the subject of me getting circumcised. She had been with a few guys before me, all of whom were circumcised, and growing up she had always been taught that this was just the way boys should be, all of the males in her family being circumcised. She explained that she enjoyed being with me as much as the circumcised men before me, but she had always imagined her husband as being circumcised and it was important to her that I get circumcised if we were going to be married.

Now when she brought up the subject I’d seen plenty of circumcised guys in the locker rooms (at least half of all the guys I’d seen there were cut) and just as many in porn. I was also aware that my father had been circumcised as a young adult, though I’ve never learned why. None of the girls I’d been with prior to my wife had raised the issue of my foreskin with me directly, although there was one that I always suspected preferred men to be circumcised. Although I was aware of my bisexual tendencies, at that time I hadn’t actually been with a guy yet so I didn’t have any hands-on comparisons to go by.

Needless to say, however, when my soon-to-be wife suggested I get circumcised I objected rather forcefully, but over the next several weeks the idea started to grow on me. I did some reading online about the pros and cons and I talked it over with a few close female friends and found that they had mostly been with circumcised men and while they of course insisted that either way was okay, they also admitted to a preference for men being circumcised. I talked to my wife a few more times about it without committing before I finally agreed. I should make it clear that when I agreed it wasn’t grudgingly, I had genuinely come to the point of wanting to do it; I had come to think of it as sort of a rite of passage to go with our marriage and something that would set our relationship apart from all those I’d had before. Not to mention that I did see the masculine attractiveness of the circumcised penis and having already been with a number of girls as an uncircumcised man I was curious about what it would be like to be cut.

When I did finally agree my wife was very excited. The decision led to some fun play over the next couple of months—between the time I agreed and the time of my appointment with the doctor. She would tease me about the fact that I still had a foreskin, about being made to get it cut off, about what it would be like after it was gone (often whispering in my ear that I’d better enjoy masturbation while I still could because I wouldn’t be able to once my foreskin was gone, though she knew that this wasn’t true). Several times she sucked me off, holding my foreskin tightly back the whole time so I could get an idea of what it would be like.

The day of my procedure I made the trip to the doctor’s office alone. It was the day of the week that this doctor reserved for circumcisions so there were several other guys in the waiting room all looking terrified. A male nurse led me first into an exam room and had me undress before the doctor came in and looked over my penis, pulling on it to consider the length and girth and rolling my foreskin back from the glans and then forward again. I remember being a bit embarrassed by how small it had shrunk from my nervousness, though I suspect this doctor was used to it. As I sat naked in front of the doctor he asked me if I preferred a certain style of circumcision: more or less of the inner skin left behind, how snug I wanted it, if I preferred him to do it free hand with a scalpel or with a Gomco clamp. I told him that I would leave it in his hands to do what he thought was appropriate and I just asked that he made sure to completely remove the frenulum because I had always found it to be a bit tight and wanted it gone. This prompted him to tug back the foreskin again to see for himself and then grunt in understanding. He told me that his approach would be to use a scalpel to cut away my foreskin free hand, leaving about half the inner skin intact and with moderate snugness to which I agreed.

I still remember the feeling as he pushed the anesthetic needle into the flesh at the base of my penis to freeze it and leave it completely flaccid.

The doctor left me there for about 10 minutes while the anesthetic set in before the nurse returned and led me to the next room where I was laid onto the table and prepped. A short while later the doctor came in and the two of them carried out the procedure. Lying on my back I couldn’t see them actually working on me but a few times I remember feeling blood trickling down to the base of my penis despite the local anesthetic. The actual cutting never hurt though. When he had finished the stitches he let me sit up to see what it looked like before he bandaged it. When I sat up to go and put my clothes on again I remember seeing the skin that had been cut away on the stainless steel surgical tray. It was sort of a funny thing to see it there, knowing it was gone from me forever.

When I got home that night my soon-to-be wife of course wanted to see it, although it wasn’t much to look at all bandaged up. I healed quickly and was soon out of the bandages and stitches and it wasn’t long after that that she wanted to try it out. She loved it from the get go and started telling me how much better it was this way, how glad she was that she made me get it done, that she thought I looked more like a man this way, and how happy she was to know that her husband would be circumcised. I guess it is in this way that she sees it as the beginning of our entry into this lifestyle because, as innocent as it started out, it paved the way for us to start talking about sex in incredibly open and explicit ways that we never had before and it started us talking about our deepest and most explicit fantasies and desires during sex. And even now, years later, we both still talk about it in bed, though as we have grown sexually so have the ways we use it; for instance, when I’m being dominant and fucking her brains out she’ll often cry out how good my big bare head and smooth shaft feel pounding into her little pussy, or beg permission to worship my hard, cut cock. Other times we treat it as a mark of submission, as when I watched her taken in our bed by a very well hung, uncircumcised, older Black Man and she sternly teased me about how she took away my foreskin to remind me that I would never be as good as Men like Him (although that’s a story for another time). It’s not necessarily a story we share with everyone we’re with, many people have no interest in it and we understand that, but there have been a few that I’ve either been with or chatted with online who have been very into the subject and have loved talking about it.
 
A lot of people complain about how circumcision causes a decrease in sensation but overall I haven’t found that to be the case. I slept with a decent number of girls before I was circumcised and I have been with a decent number since and I would simply say that it’s different; in some ways I’m less sensitive, in other ways I’m more sensitive. Masturbation changed slightly after I was circumcised. When I had a foreskin I masturbated by rolling it up and down over the head, whereas now, without a foreskin, my focus has changed to sliding my hand up and down the shaft and stimulating the head with my thumb. I have no regrets about choosing to have it done and my wife is equally happy with the long term results.

I want to end by saying that this is simply a story of what my wife and I have been through as adults and is in no way an endorsement of RIC. For any advice on that subject I would refer you to your family doctor.

This is such a hot story. I would love the chance to get circumcised for a girl like this.