From the age of 9 until 12 if felt a bit strange when my dad picked me up and held me while I was naked. I enjoyed the physical closeness and the feeling of being loved but at the same time I was aware of my uncovered genitals pressed into his side. It was most noticable when he wasn't wearing a shirt and it was skin to skin.

I was terrified of castration but at such moments I thought it might be nice to be nullified. That way there wouldn't be any awkward parts getting in the way.

I wonder if I would've felt the same way had I been a girl. I know that there are boys who are afraid of losing their sex parts but at the same time love the idea.

Are there girls who both fear and desire female circumcision? In the most extreme form the girl's genitals are removed and the opening is sown shut to make penitration by a penis impossible.

Why don't we see stories about young girls who to have that done?

Around the same age I suffered from a severe phimosis (tight foreskin). My dad was very disappointed and put all the efforts to made it looser. The stretching was quite uncomfortable, my glans was obviously hypersensitive but my father exchanged the pain I feel for tantrums. he did not understand that a never exposed glans was too sensitive, and I could not explain it.

he always talked about circumcision, but being Italian I had no idea what circumcision was. I knew from the bible that Jesus Christ was circumcised, but I had known of his naked representations from a newborn, therefore from intact, so, no clue from Church.

in addition, my father had a somewhat wicked sense of humor with me, he enjoyed the jokes to make me feel even worse about the situation. in short, between 10 and 12, I was convinced that circumcision was the complete removal of the glans penis, which made sense to me because it hurt me.

at the age of 12, the first hairs appeared, and my father, in agreement with the doctor who followed us, decided that it was no longer worth continuing to torture me with stretching and in the end I was circumcised. Nobody thought that a 12 year old boy needed explanations, they didn't even warn me before, I understood it only when from the usual medical office where they normally visited me to evaluate the developments they took me to the operating room. I felt devastated but also resigned, after all those years of CBT I was now ready to give up at least half of my penis. over the years that half had caused me so much pain that I had convinced myself that it was better this way.

Even if they didn't cut what I expected my circumcision was radical: freehand, low and super tight, and no trace of frenulum. It was so narrow that as flaccid it got stuck in midair. although the ridiculously tight circumcision that even my balls no longer dangled as before, I had the feeling that they had left things halfway. I was terrified to see my glans still there, I wondered how much more I should suffer. my glans, perhaps for psychological reasons, has never stopped giving me bad feeling. I refused to explore my new cock, to reach orgasm I started to explore my ass and immediately became super bottom. To make the idea at age 13 it was normal for me to masturbate with an eggplant in the ass. at that point my father could have made a new appointment to remove the leftovers and keep them in a jar, perhaps I would have been happier with nothing between my legs and perhaps he too would have liked it.

It is strange how adults dont seem to think boys can understand some things.

A boy I was in a dormitory with, didn't know he was circumcised until he came to our school, and at the physical on the first day the doctor asked him about it. That evening everyone was comparing. Most boys couldn't pull their foreskin all the way back, but I could pull mine all the way so it looked like his , but no scare. That caused much discussion. Our dorm prefect, a much older boy told us about circumcision, said that made us either Round heads or Cavaliers, but I was different and said I was a double agent. I remember one boy saying my erect penis looked like a hissing cobra when I pulled the skin tight to the base. I nearly got in soooooo much trouble because I managed to urinate in that state, to make it a spitting cobra, and it went on another boys blanket. I remember playing games of tucking in the showers, and calling out to the matron there were girls in the dorm. I was always fascinated with the thought of being able to change to a girl. I often wore girls clothes and remember being very confused about the feelings. I have often been put in the position of having to explain facts about boys bodies when they say the most ridiculous things. I always tell the parents when we get back. Single parent moms are usually grateful, but two parent families not so much. Boys should be educated about their genitals the same as their eyes, ears or nose! Although that might take some of the fun of learning and discovering away ��