Cut guys? circumcision revision?
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Be careful when choosing doctor to perform a revision. I was the victim of mutilation.
I was circumcised as an infant (in 1958), which was an incomplete cut. My right side (my POV, looking down) of head was connected to shaft from slit side about 0.75" (adult measurement) to the right side.
I never knew my cock was different until I was 13 (1971) and had a sleepover with my best friend who was a year older. When comparing cocks, I was not only humbled by his thicker size, but by the beauty & perfection of his cock. During summers we had regular sleepovers which always included sexual experimenting, etc. I thought he had a special cock for a few years, until I got a look at nude magazine spreads, and finally porn mags. Of course, after high school I got out into the real world and realized something had gone wrong with my circ.
By the time I was age 20 (1978), away at college and seeing a lot of other cocks, I decided to get my dick fixed. With no money and no insurance I had to figure out how I could get this done. I got on Medicare (Medicaid in California) and because it was considered cosmetic, I found a psychologist to evaluate me for a special psych reason. With all the built up angst and inferiority complex I had, it wasn't difficult.
I forget how I found/chose the doctor but being young and very naïve, I ignored the red flags --He told me it was fine as long as it functioned, and that women don't care about how it looks--When I explained I was bisexual and men certainly do, he expressed disapproval of gay sex (Hello? BIG RED FLAG!)
When I came to I was so thrilled to have a new normal penis and obeyed the doctor's orders to not remove dressing for several days. When it finally fell off (the bandage, not my cock) I screamed in horror---where the skin tag or flap had been was a brown blotch on the right side of my head. When I returned to the doctor, angry & hysterical, he told me to relax, that it was surgical trauma and discoloration would fade within a few years. Again, stupid naïve me, not knowing he was dodging statute of limitations. I left Southern California by the end of that year and returned to Northern California.
I remember the first reaction it got from another guy was anger--he threw me out of his hotel room. The most common reactions I received were awkward silences from the other guy and sudden excuses why he needed to stop and go to a forgotten appointment, or whatever.
By 1980, I was living in NYC and the "scar" was as brown as ever. I began to wizen up and carefully inspected what was done to me. It appeared the quack had cut the skin flap from the shaft and peeled up to the head, leaving my darker shaft skin to graft onto the glans. When soft, I could pinch the brown blotch and raise the skin up, convincing me that a normal glans color surface was underneath.
When I returned to California in 1981, I went to another doctor, who refused to help. During the next decade, I was able to navigate sex by either pre-sex explanation/disclaimer (always a mood killer) or wait to be asked "What happened?" or "What's that?" and give a brief succinct explanation so to not ruin the mood. What resulted almost every time was I sucked them, they explained they didn't like sucking or no explanation at all. I made lemonade out of my lemon and began to enjoy performing 68 (That's 69 minus one).
Sometimes I had fun when asked what was up with my dickhead--I made up a tall tale of how a psych tried to cut it off, which REALLY killed the mood. Or I'd respond, "What did you do to my dick?!?" or "Hmmm, it wasn't there this morning. Wonder what happened?"
In my 30s I discovered sex parties, etc. and those experiences mostly went well as long as I did not seek reciprocation. By the time I was in my late 30s, I renewed my search for medical help, and finally in early 1997 read about a local urologist who specialized in repairing penis enhancements gone-wrong, botched circumcisions, and other horrendous things I don't want to know about. His name was Dr. Jack McAninch (I kid you not) and he was in residence at UCSF where I received my health care, so getting a consult was fast and easy.
During the exam, I gave him my penile history and explained to him what I thought happened during the revision. He not only agreed that was it, but he told me it had to have been done on purpose, and angrily disparaged such a doctor, and that he should have lost his license. He said he could remove the unwanted graft and make my penis look much more normal. When I started crying in relief, he patted my shoulder and said he understood how important our penises are to us. He also arranged for my Medicare to pay for it by lying and calling it a lesion removal.
Miracle accomplished. Nothing left to explain away. There was some colorless raising of the skin (That was surgical trauma) He referred me to a laser surgeon to have the mostly unnoticeable scar flattened and smoothed out. These treatments ended in the next year and I entered my 40s with a normal cock.
Getting blown was a new experience which made me uneasy at first but after a while just became sex. But ironically, the thing that never went away was my obsession with pretty cockheads--and if they look flawless--I'm all hot & bothered (not really bothered but just excited).
I chose to tell the whole story here because although I hope what I went through was a 1 in a gazillion odds mishap, I'd hate for anyone else to have to go through such sexual turmoil. I'd like to show you all what it looked like before, after, after that, and now 24 years later but would you think I'd have taken pictures? Of course not.
Here's a shopped pic to show how the first circ left a flap or skin tag:
![1983-09-MyCock-002-Shopped-02.jpg]( "1983-09-MyCock-002-Shopped-02.jpg")
Here's how it looked after the revision:
![1983-09-MyCock-002-Shopped-03.jpg]( "1983-09-MyCock-002-Shopped-03.jpg")
![1985-MyCock-001A-Crop-Blotch.jpg]( "1985-MyCock-001A-Crop-Blotch.jpg")
Me trying to hide it:
![09-1983-RichardPastor-FultonStApt-NYC-008-Crop.jpg]( "09-1983-RichardPastor-FultonStApt-NYC-008-Crop.jpg")
And the finished project:
![2018-MyCock-022.JPG]( "2018-MyCock-022.JPG")
![2018-MyCock-025.JPG]( "2018-MyCock-025.JPG")
All fixed up and looking fine (But don't try this at home)
![2018-MyCock-004.JPG]( "2018-MyCock-004.JPG")
Talk about divulging! But I think it's important to warn everyone that things can go very wrong. So, make sure you're getting the right doctor to do the job. An impeccable job.
I was circumcised as an infant (in 1958), which was an incomplete cut. My right side (my POV, looking down) of head was connected to shaft from slit side about 0.75" (adult measurement) to the right side.
I never knew my cock was different until I was 13 (1971) and had a sleepover with my best friend who was a year older. When comparing cocks, I was not only humbled by his thicker size, but by the beauty & perfection of his cock. During summers we had regular sleepovers which always included sexual experimenting, etc. I thought he had a special cock for a few years, until I got a look at nude magazine spreads, and finally porn mags. Of course, after high school I got out into the real world and realized something had gone wrong with my circ.
By the time I was age 20 (1978), away at college and seeing a lot of other cocks, I decided to get my dick fixed. With no money and no insurance I had to figure out how I could get this done. I got on Medicare (Medicaid in California) and because it was considered cosmetic, I found a psychologist to evaluate me for a special psych reason. With all the built up angst and inferiority complex I had, it wasn't difficult.
I forget how I found/chose the doctor but being young and very naïve, I ignored the red flags --He told me it was fine as long as it functioned, and that women don't care about how it looks--When I explained I was bisexual and men certainly do, he expressed disapproval of gay sex (Hello? BIG RED FLAG!)
When I came to I was so thrilled to have a new normal penis and obeyed the doctor's orders to not remove dressing for several days. When it finally fell off (the bandage, not my cock) I screamed in horror---where the skin tag or flap had been was a brown blotch on the right side of my head. When I returned to the doctor, angry & hysterical, he told me to relax, that it was surgical trauma and discoloration would fade within a few years. Again, stupid naïve me, not knowing he was dodging statute of limitations. I left Southern California by the end of that year and returned to Northern California.
I remember the first reaction it got from another guy was anger--he threw me out of his hotel room. The most common reactions I received were awkward silences from the other guy and sudden excuses why he needed to stop and go to a forgotten appointment, or whatever.
By 1980, I was living in NYC and the "scar" was as brown as ever. I began to wizen up and carefully inspected what was done to me. It appeared the quack had cut the skin flap from the shaft and peeled up to the head, leaving my darker shaft skin to graft onto the glans. When soft, I could pinch the brown blotch and raise the skin up, convincing me that a normal glans color surface was underneath.
When I returned to California in 1981, I went to another doctor, who refused to help. During the next decade, I was able to navigate sex by either pre-sex explanation/disclaimer (always a mood killer) or wait to be asked "What happened?" or "What's that?" and give a brief succinct explanation so to not ruin the mood. What resulted almost every time was I sucked them, they explained they didn't like sucking or no explanation at all. I made lemonade out of my lemon and began to enjoy performing 68 (That's 69 minus one).
Sometimes I had fun when asked what was up with my dickhead--I made up a tall tale of how a psych tried to cut it off, which REALLY killed the mood. Or I'd respond, "What did you do to my dick?!?" or "Hmmm, it wasn't there this morning. Wonder what happened?"
In my 30s I discovered sex parties, etc. and those experiences mostly went well as long as I did not seek reciprocation. By the time I was in my late 30s, I renewed my search for medical help, and finally in early 1997 read about a local urologist who specialized in repairing penis enhancements gone-wrong, botched circumcisions, and other horrendous things I don't want to know about. His name was Dr. Jack McAninch (I kid you not) and he was in residence at UCSF where I received my health care, so getting a consult was fast and easy.
During the exam, I gave him my penile history and explained to him what I thought happened during the revision. He not only agreed that was it, but he told me it had to have been done on purpose, and angrily disparaged such a doctor, and that he should have lost his license. He said he could remove the unwanted graft and make my penis look much more normal. When I started crying in relief, he patted my shoulder and said he understood how important our penises are to us. He also arranged for my Medicare to pay for it by lying and calling it a lesion removal.
Miracle accomplished. Nothing left to explain away. There was some colorless raising of the skin (That was surgical trauma) He referred me to a laser surgeon to have the mostly unnoticeable scar flattened and smoothed out. These treatments ended in the next year and I entered my 40s with a normal cock.
Getting blown was a new experience which made me uneasy at first but after a while just became sex. But ironically, the thing that never went away was my obsession with pretty cockheads--and if they look flawless--I'm all hot & bothered (not really bothered but just excited).
I chose to tell the whole story here because although I hope what I went through was a 1 in a gazillion odds mishap, I'd hate for anyone else to have to go through such sexual turmoil. I'd like to show you all what it looked like before, after, after that, and now 24 years later but would you think I'd have taken pictures? Of course not.
Here's a shopped pic to show how the first circ left a flap or skin tag:
Here's how it looked after the revision:
Me trying to hide it:
And the finished project:
All fixed up and looking fine (But don't try this at home)
Talk about divulging! But I think it's important to warn everyone that things can go very wrong. So, make sure you're getting the right doctor to do the job. An impeccable job.
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Thanks! It took many years to get it right but I'm very happy with it now.