I was born in a French-Canadian family in the mainly English-speaking province of Ontario, on December 30th, 1947. On that day, there were two things that my mother did not know. First, to her surprise, she was expecting twins; my sister came out and I followed two minutes later. Second, when asked by her family doctor if he should circumcise me, she had no idea and told him to do what was best. He opted for routine circumcision. It would take me long to find out the meaning or difference between cut and uncut.
Generally, parents choose to have their child circumcised for religious, cultural or esthetic reasons. In Canada, statistically, circumcision varies from one province or territory to another. Alberta and Ontario have the highest rate at approximately 44%. Nunavut and Northwest Territories are almost at 0% because it requires travelling to a nearby province. The circumcision rate in the French-Canadian province of Québec is around 3%. The average for Canada as a whole is 32 to 35% (which is roughly where Saskatchewan stands).
I have no brothers and I have never seen my father naked. The first time I saw someone’s penis was when I slept over at the neighbour’s place, in the same bed as their older son. I was 12 or 13 years-old, he was at least one year older than me. We only had a quick glance at each other’s weenie, and all I remember is that they look different. Our families raised us in the Catholic faith, and any sexual contact outside marriage was a mortal since. It’s only in grade 12, in a Catholic high school, that I first saw a totally naked boy, in the shower room after gym class. Being shy and pious, I did not dare to stare below the belt.
Being the only boy in the family, I had my own room, my own privacy. I remember having masturbated by rubbing my cock against a pillow. It felt nice to see it reach almost 5 inches. My pink knob or mushroom shooting a creamy jizz was simply awesome! In the 1960s, in a catholic family, sexual orientation was obviously never discussed. When a school mate called me “a cock-sucker”, I asked my father what it meant. He only told me to NEVER say that word. In retrospective, I wish my classmate had showed me how to practice fellatio, how to enjoy boy-to-boy 69.
I was never attracted to female companionship. I have never seen a naked woman. You might find this hard to believe, but it’s only at 24 that I had my first sexual contact. It was with a 16-year-old boy, an escort. It did not last more than 10 minutes, but it confirmed my gay status. Coming to grips with that reality was not easy in the mid 70s, but I had the support of the gay organization in Ottawa, the nation’s capital, where I worked. It held a drop-in every Friday night, and I met other guys, discovering that there was a gay community, that I wasn’t the only one “like that”.
Back to cut or uncut. The first gay porn magazines and videos that I discovered almost only showcased men who were well-hung and cut. Even if I couldn’t match their length or girth, there was a sort of pride in having a similar trimmed tip. I’m a very oral guy. Kissing, licking and sucking a cut piece of meat are part and parcel of gay sex for me. I’m not a size-queen. As long as the cock is cut meat, I can imagine all sorts of scenarios. A big knob on a man’s soft joystick is like a lollipop in a kid’s mouth, a licking delicacy. I’m not into fucking – active or passive –, but I like to rub my pink mushroom on a man’s ass hole, especially if it’s hairy. Watching two cut guys masturbating in a duo rub extravaganza gets me hard and juicy in no time.
My first and foremost fetish is the jockstrap, not so much wearing it but admiring a partner’s merchandise in that kind of pouch, plus his ass framed by the back straps. A standard Bike gear outlining the cut tip of a rod always arouses me, especially if it’s sweat-cum-pissed stained. I subscribe to the yourjockstraps.com web site which offers an incredible gallery of men wearing sport, vintage, fashion, fetish, mesh or erotic jockstraps. The hard cut dick sometimes perks out to show its yummy mushroom. I’m also a member of the Facebook Locker Room Confidential private group; it has 24 k members and features hot pics of guys in a jockstrap on a daily basis.
As mentioned, I’m not into fucking guys or having men shove their cock in my tight ass hole. But I adore watching videos where men get pounded hard and deep. My preference is when they show the hard cut dick getting in and out of the back door, not staying in very long. I love to see the cut piece of meat pop in and out, and explode on the hairy crack. In one video that I watch often, two guys bang their long cut rod together on the hungry face and ass of their playmate. They obviously end up penetrating both holes, but it’s seeing the creamy jizz spurting out of their cut weapon that arouses me.
What is hidden can often be very exciting. I love to see front pics of guys in their tight jeans, white underwear, bathing suit or bulging jockstrap where you can imagine the prize just by the outline of the crotch, by the shape of the pulsing mushroom. Tom of Finland excels in drawing huge bulges of macho men who are always cut. I discovered his talent 50 years ago, have bought many of his books, have often jerked off while imagining the incredible power of a cut piece of meat.
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