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Topic: Penis bud and bloom: anecdotes and wisdom from a real intact man
Leonidas !LK/hjg6qCA started this discussion 12 years ago#36,950
I was asked about the importance of leaving the penis alone during its key periods of development. Let me elaborate.
There should be a good bond between the glans and the foreskin for a number of years while the male is experiencing frequent erections, especially nocturnally. This allows the foreskin to grow long and shaped perfectly to the underlying structure. If the boy is retractable by 13, I consider that too early for an optimal result. Retractable later is preferable. There should be no rush.
In the teenage years relations with the opposite sex are best when not genitally focused. That is my opinion and my own value judgment. I am also mostly blind to the benefit of masturbation. I also suspect that boys who masturbate often develop less attractively, artificially dissipating potent sexual hormones otherwise utilized by the body to make itself as attractive as possible.
As an early to mid teen I was not a masturbator in any capacity and my relations with the opposite sex were purely romantic, not sexual. We have a tendency to view ourselves and our histories as models of excellence. Nevertheless, my penis developed perfectly because it was incubating for many years without any intervention. I don't know the rarity of my model. I experience it as an awesomely luscious treat making my lovers delirious with white-hot lust, a sophisticated trophy soaring proudly between my legs and filling all my body with heroic virility. I've been told I don't walk, I swagger. I guess that's just the way I am. By birth each man is granted this holy wand, this ethereal connection to divine realms unseen. In my case I couldn't ask for anything more. The human male is gifted with the most magisterial and impressive genitalia in all the vast animal kingdom. Almost invariably the first thing a woman wants to do is fall to her knees and adore my splendid fortune, and I can't say I blame her.
Yesterday I only wanted a massage but after a while my therapist started massaging my scrotal area and moaning and told me to turn over. I did but when I did that she literally began kissing my sweaty cock, sheepishly looking at me for approval. When I gave it she ran and got a condom and now began sucking wildly, slurping and worshiping like a rabid dog. I was glad the condom was on because for a moment wondered what I might catch without it. But the pleasure was so intense and heavenly that I didn't do much wondering. I was on Cloud #9, ascending straight into Paradise Beyond when she begged me to give it to her fully. I thought about it for a moment then agreed. She said she'd be right back and returned without her dress, buck naked, admittedly a gorgeous sight, flesh so shapely, soft, pure, straight out of God's boudoir. She said the door was locked and laid on the table, legs spread wide but almost not as wide as her grin. Do massage therapists normally get laid by their clients? I went after that sopping wet cunt with joyful abandon, feeling up her dollishly soft body, relishing my power and privilege as a foreskinned stallion created to probe thousands of these breathtaking bitches. The only thing that mattered anywhere in the world was my supreme manly pleasure. Life was an oyster on a silver platter arranged just for me. Who was I to complain? I deserved it.
Returning to the developmental years, I recall my many erections both during the days and in dreams when my penis felt like it was to burst through my underwear, always with the foreskin completely over the glans and I can only assume still fused in some way. As restorers you can imagine that frequent intense stretching of the foreskin stimulating its growth and overall development. To accommodate the erections I chose oversized boxers and large crotched trousers, never briefs and never tight jeans. To be honest, I didn't know how to masturbate. Nothing moved and since I was raised in a religious context I knew masturbation was treated with contempt so I didn't bother trying to unlock the mystery.
I believed in the teachings and I squirmed and felt incredibly dirty whenever I came across the word circumcised in the holy books. I knew I wasn't and I was ashamed of this. I wanted to fit in and belong. I know now that the only ones who should have been ashamed were the teachers having kids read passages with that awful word while referring to it as something religiously desirable, and the circumcised boy who saw me naked and told everyone I wasn't done. I insisted I was. Proof was not requested. But I will say now that I would be ashamed if anyone should think I am circumcised. Therefore, I don't like anyone thinking of me as Jewish because I wouldn't want them to think I am mutilated down there.
One day I had a girl in my lap and the combination of her hotness and overbearing affections took me over the edge as I experienced so often only in dreams. I climaxed and erupted right through my pants like a long overdue volcano. From that moment, somehow, I instinctively understood masturbation and could bring myself to that incredible climax on demand. But note that I was having frequent wet dreams before ever once masturbating or orgasming with a girl, and that I was not sexually frustrated. Seeing a girl or woman in a skirt caused the penis to burst up strongly but that is how it should be and how it remains. I adore being alive magnetized by sexual energy without feeling frustrated by it or in need of masturbating it away. Sometimes I can't resist making love to myself but that is different and positively delightful. I deserve it.
My advice to parents is to keep their hands away from the boy's penis. Maybe when he is very young they want to show him that he can take a piece of toilet paper to the tip of his mucosal acroposthion lips and absorb some of the sterile urine after he pees. My advice to boys is to leave it alone as the most magnificent gift to be unpacked and experienced only as men. Until then, wet dreams and humble anticipation. One day when it is good and ready it will suddenly erupt. Then you know the gods are grinning on you and have extended you the highest rite of your completed manhood.
I call this Penis Bud and Bloom because the truth is that the penis is like a flower. It begins as a bud and only over many years of hormonal influence and erections does it mature into full bloom. This is obvious enough but in American culture one would only dare link the vagina to a flower, never the penis. It seems the penis has been derided to the stature of a dumb stick that rages up with desire and irritates the delicate precious pretty vagina.