Different & Embarrassed In 1st Grade

Childhood Stories
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Well when I was 6 year old, I remember being a first grader, a step up from kindergarden. Well . . . I went to public school, in a Mexican/Portuguese dominate area. I myself was half Mexican and half White. I don’t know what came over me one day while using the restroom. But I was glancing my friend’s penis at the urinal and noticed his penis looked different, and I did this about a couple of times to other friends, and began to survey the look of their penis’. All my friends were white, and they were circumcised.

(Side Note: Later I found that when I had the missals, my foreskin stuck to the head of my penis for some reason. So I could not retract all the way, just about half ways of the head. Thank God, I didn’t know that something was wrong with my foreskin, or I would had really had complex then.)

Now back to my story . . . After thinking that I was a freak, and my penis was different from my friends, I began a fear of using the restroom at school. I would remember coming home from school, and telling my parents I wanted to be circumcised like my friends every now and then. But it wasn’t a main concern of mine, because I kinda never talked about sex or girls, with my parents. I was more of a Mommas boy. So now at school I would piss my pants about mostly after lunch sometime. And I guess my teacher noticed this, and brought this to my parents attention.

I didn’t find out that I was exposed and the gig was up, of not using the restrooms at school. Not until I was called into the counselors’ office at school, and the subject of me being afraid to use the restrooms at school. I wouldn’t dare bring the real story to light. So I made up this bogus story, that now thinking back on it, had soooo obviously sounded made up. Well then came a solution, that I was to be accompanied by my best friend to restroom when ever I had to go. So quite frankly I guess I got over the issue.

As the years went by and I became a young man. And about that lil’ issue about the foreskin not retracting back all the way, I had seen a doctor about that, and he ripped the skin from my head. I remember those tugs, those 4 unforgettable tugs. But soon, after that my foreskin, was all good. Its funny cause I now am glad I have foreskin, because I am strangely only attracted to men when foreskin, if they were cut, I would lose interest real quick. So yeah, I felt I would just share this about my life. Curious on what comments or questions I might receive about my story.

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I had a somewhat similar experience in the first grade, because I had a foreskin and some of the other boys were like me but some were different and the head of their penis was exposed.

My foreskin was narrow, long, and totally non-retractable at that age, so I did not even know that I had a head concealed beneath my foreskin. I had never heard of circumcision.

I was totally mystified by the two different kinds of penises. I was wondering if their were two kinds of humans. It was not until several years later that this was explained to me.

I never felt like a freak, however, because there were some other boys like me. I thought that the circumcised boys were the freaks.

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I knew the difference at an early age since my younger brother was cut and so was my step dad, cousins, uncles and grandfathers. I knew I was different and felt insecure and embarrassed whenever it came down to bathing together or going to the bathroom in public. I found myself always waiting for an open stall and would never use the partitioned urinals or the one where you stood together and pissed into the same bucket.

I’ve had many embarrassing moments but the most embarrassing moment around the 1st grade time frame was when I went to a class mates house to swim with a bunch of guys and 2 girls from the neighborhood and class. Well, as every kid rushes to pee so we wouldn’t miss all the fun, I quickly zipped up my cut offs and caught my testicle in the zipper just like the movie “Something About Marry”. I yelled so loud that the mother came in to check on me and there I was with my little pointed foreskin covered boy penis sticking out of the fly. She stared for the longest time until one of the other boys came in to use the bathroom and scared her. Once he saw what was going on, he went to tell the other boys and next thing I knew I was surrounded with on lookers. In her attempts to free me, she was hit with questions from the other boys asking what was wrong with my penis etc. She tried her fastest to free me so she wouldn’t have to answer all the questions flying around the room. She explained that my parents should have circumcised me like the rest of the boys. It would have made me cleaner, less likely to get a disease or develop problems later. She scared me by telling me it was a big mistake that my parents didn’t circumcise me that all boys left intact develop a problem and will get circumcised at an older age and then I’d wished I had it done at birth because it will hurt like hell.

Needless to say, it was damaging to my relationship with my friends and to myself. I kept to myself and never brought up the question with my parents as to why I wasn’t circumcised like my brother etc. It got worse as I got older because I grew more attached to playing and exploring new pleasures with my foreskin. I learned to enjoy it as much as possible because I thought I was going to develop a problem just like the mother said and I will have to get circumcised. The thought of it today is still in the back of my mind because I have run across a few old guys that have developed problems around 50-60 years old and have been circumcised. They had never got to explore and enjoy it because they always pulled it back when they were with women.

I plan on using it and I’m still exploring ways to play with and enjoy my foreskin with others to the fullest.

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It is sad that this mother was spouting all of the myths and old wive’s tales about the alleged horrors of the foreskin, which we all know to be false. She must have made you feel horrible.