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by Frank Corey

Years ago, when I used to go camping with my father and grandfather, I'd noticed the difference in our penises when we stripped down to go swimming. My penis, circumcised at birth, had a smooth, streamlined look compared with my father's, with its thick wrinkled foreskin covering the bulge of the head. I'd see my father pull the skin back to wash underneath. My mother had told me while bathing me that my foreskin had been removed to make cleaning easier, and that my trimmed model did not have the odor my father's did. However, I'd seen that my grandpa's big purple helmet was naked like mine, but with a thick, jagged brown scar that contrasted with my thin circular scar ring. As our family had always been open about sexual topics, he'd satisfied my childish curiosity by telling me that he'd been circumcised in prison when he was 20.

Sam was sentenced to two years for grand theft auto, his only encounter with the law. A week after arriving in state prison, he'd been alone in the shower room, stripping his foreskin back to wash, when his penis had swelled. He hadn't had a discharge for three weeks, when he'd had a wet dream in county jail, and he badly needed relief. He pumped his foreskin back and forth over the swollen head, and as the tickle in his head changed to a hot tingle, he closed his eyes. As orgasm neared, he withdrew into himself, and his awareness of the world outside faded as his attention focused on the hot sensations in his penis.

He didn't see the guard walking in, and as his body convulsed, spewing his white cream into the shower stall, he was totally unaware of the guard's eyes on him. The guard was compassionate, and did not interrupt him as his body released its juices, but when Sam opened his eyes and saw the guard, he heard:

"Sorry, but that's against the rules. Get dressed. We're going to the captain's office."

Sexual activity of all sorts was prohibited in prison, and the captain looked at him after the guard had explained the transgression.

"He still got his skin?" the captain asked. The guard answered affirmatively, and the captain said:

"That's the cause of his self-abuse, then. Take him to the doc for circumcision."

"Circumcision." Sam had heard the word, whispered in reference to some of his classmates in school. When Sam had been born, boys were not circumcised at birth, but some had been during childhood. One boy was taken to the hospital for a tonsillectomy, and when he awoke both his throat and penis were sore. The doctor had advised his parents that, as he was going to be under anesthesia, he should be circumcised to match his baby brother. Another classmate told how he'd been taken struggling to the hospital and forcibly held down as the mask was clamped on his face, to wake up with his penis bandaged and sore for three weeks.

In the prison infirmary, panic gripped Sam as they led him to the gurney where the doctor would perform the surgery. Guards held him down while the nurse put the cool mask over his face. Expecting the sharp odor of the ether he'd been given when he'd had his tonsils out, he was surprised that there was no odor. He later found out that they'd used nitrous oxide, and as he breathed in the gas a pleasant feeling of warmth and lassitude came over him, and he soon sank into unconsciousness.

The gas sent him into deep chemical sleep, annihilating all conscious thought and more importantly, all pain, because soon the doctor was amputating his foreskin. The doctor was inept, having graduated at the bottom of his class. He'd been unable to pass the licensing exam, and was practicing medicine at the prison because of a special waiver issued by the state. The prison could not attract a good doctor, and was forced to use sub-standard help. An inmate orderly who witnessed the procedure later told Sam about it:

In the 1920s, doctors did not have the circular clamps that removed the foreskin cleanly and left a neat scar, and they operated freehand. The doctor stretched Grandpa's foreskin out and placed a pliers-like clamp on it at the same angle as rim of the head, then cut off the skin with a scalpel. When he removed the clamp, the remaining skin slid back behind the rim of the head, but the inner layer still covered it. The doctor used scissors to cut away the inner layer, then stitched the edges together with four sutures and applied a bandage.

Sam woke up to find his penis wrapped in gauze, with only the front of the head exposed so that he could pee. He saw that between the four stitches, the edges of the wound gaped, and red raw tissue was underneath.

Back in his cell, he lay down and went to sleep, physically and emotionally exhausted by his ordeal. He awoke with a painful erection that threatened to tear the stitches, and he screamed in agony. His cellmate, Marty, told him he'd been circumcised the year before, and helped him cope with it. Marty grasped Sam's penis at the base and pulled up on the shaft skin to relieve the painful pulling on the stitches. He said that the quickest way to suppress the erection was to have an orgasm, and he poured oil on Sam's exposed head and massaged it with his fingertips. The touch of Marty's fingers on Sam's newly circumcised head, tender from the pain, quickly brought about release, and his erection subsided. His penis was oozing blood at the cut, and the pain kept Sam from sleeping the rest of the night.

Sam had several more erections before his penis healed, and each time he used the method Marty had taught him, relieving the tension while rubbing the head until he ejaculated. As the edges of the cut did not heal together, the result was a thick, jagged brown scar about half an inch wide on the shaft behind the head.

Marty had advised him to relieve himself in bed, at night, so as not to be caught again, which would have gotten him 30 days in solitary. He and Sam often found relief by masturbating each other after lights out.

Sam's experience was so traumatic that when he was released and got married, he absolutely refused to let the doctor circumcise my father, which is why he remained intact all his life. My mother, however, was adamant about having me circumcised, and signed the release without telling my father.

I did not mind having been circumcised, as the doctor had used the special clamp that left a neat scar ring, and I liked the streamlined appearance of my penis, with the big purple helmet in its naked glory at the end. Although they didn’t use anesthesia on babies when I was done, I am glad I did not remember the pain. When my son was born, we had him circumcised using both anesthesia and clamp.