This was no way to spend boxing day.. or the New Year. Here's what happened last Christmas. It has not been easy for my boyfriend and I to have sex... we both live at our respective parents' houses, and neither his nor my parents approve of us spending nights together. Maybe they've been proved right. Anyway, weeks sometimes pass during which we look forward to our next night of passion together, and during this time we typically discuss at length exactly what we want to try together, who would do what to whom and so on. I become a sex-starved minx as any possible time in private approaches, as all the talking really heats me up. Craig just goes crazy...
So, when Craig's parents announced their intention to drive off to York on Boxing Day afternoon to spend a night at his grandparents, we saw a fantastic opportunity to release some of the built-up pressure in our systems. I don't know whose idea it was originally, but anyway we decided that we would give anal sex a first go... and it retrospect maybe having two weeks to build up both anticipation and apprehension were a mistake.
Now, for you to understand what happened that evening, first I have to describe Craig's anatomy. The thing was, as we were both virgins when we started dating, neither of us was aware of Craig's condition -- an extremely tight foreskin that would not retract over the head of his penis. We're both more informed now, as a result of what happened, so I now know that this is not such an unusual condition -- it affects about 1 in 500 or so men, and is generally inherited.
Well, we'd had time to read up what we wanted to do, and following the sex manual tucked away behind Craig's motorcycle magazines, we had KY-jelly to hand and realised that we needed to take our time so that it would be enjoyable for both of us. And although it was intensely painful for me at first, as I relaxed it became increasingly enjoyable... I realised that I could indeed get to like this as Craig's book suggested and my instincts told me.
At the suggestion of the sex manual, we had started out in a "spoon" position, on our sides to allow easy entrance and to enable me to control to some extent activities. Wow! -- I was really getting to enjoy this. Thank god, after all the waiting! This was really getting my motor running.
The books tell you that to get maximum penetration, you need to be in the "doggy" position.. so I told Craig that is what I now wanted to do. He carefully pulled out from my body, then went to the bathroom to wash himself down before we resumed in the more intense position. We were both incredibly heated up by now. He came back from the bathroom having washed -- his erection just as prominent as before. We agreed that anal sex was most definitely for us!
Perhaps the fact that he'd washed off lots of the lubricant we'd been using, and we didn't think to apply more at this point, was what caused the problem. Perhaps it was the change in position. Perhaps my muscles just tightened up. Maybe all of these things. Anyway, Craig had difficulty penetrating me again.. although it was what we both wanted and needed. We started breaking all the rules.... he was not taking his time, I was not relaxing, it started to become painful. I guess that we both got pretty frustrated and carrried away -- I remember losing my patience and telling him to "just damn well push it in".
The next thing I knew, he had (very painfully for me) penetrated me again, but was literally screaming in pain. He withdrew almost immediately, not carefully like before, and I felt a hot liquid on my legs. Oh good God, I thought, he has split my anus! Or I've become incontinent.
In fact, my anus was bruised and painful, but intact. What had split, though, was his foreskin. When we had both calmed down enough to start reacting to the situation, I could see a steady flow of blood from the clearly torn foreskin hanging abnormally around his now limp penis. I was also trying to establish how much damage had been done to my anus, which of course was dripping what in fact turned out to be his blood.
The blood and other matter all over his bed was horrific. I called an ambulance, and managed to get him into a dressing gown. I got my own dressing gown on, and bundled my clothes and his into a sports bag. We tried to staunch the blood with some success, but it was obvious that some severe damage had been done.
I have to say that everyone in the NHS was very sympathetic and professional, down to the ambulance crew. They got Craig into the ambulance, whilst keeping the neighbours at bay, and off we set. Craig was given sedatives at the hospital -- he was going into shock I think -- and after an hour or so a lovely female doctor came by to explain to me that she was going to have to perform an emergency circumcision. Craig had already been put to sleep, she informed me, and was being prepared for the surgery. She then insisted upon giving me an internal examination (no damage, lots of bruising -- as if I wasn't aware). She insisted that we both make out-patient appointments for HIV testing, as we had been practising unprotected anal sex.
The doctor went on to explain the operation, and how Craig would need to care for it afterwards. She explained that there are different views amoungst doctors about how much or little skin to remove, and that personally she favoured removing the maximum amount. In any event, she explained, his foreskin was severely torn, and she had no choice but to remove the entire foreskin. She assured me that we would both be very pleased with the results, and that our lovelife would be even better than before (although it might be some weeks before it resumed, and anal sex was out of the question for at least six months). Plus he would now be able to wash the head of his penis properly -- it had always been hidden from view until now.
To cut a long story short, Craig returned home (in a taxi this time) the following day, thankfully before his parents. I was able to change all the bedding (and take it to my home for washing!), then put Craig to bed. His penis was so painful that we could not have a quilt over it for about a week, and I was sent off to by him extra-baggy trousers and XL boxer shorts. I left before his parents returned -- he told them essentially what had happened, but that it had occured during vaginal intercourse with me. He was able to wear regular trousers and walk normally after about a fortnight.
Of course, it completely spoiled the rest of the Christmas holidays and the New Year celebrations, and put me off anal sex for quite some time. The incident did not cause us to split up, however, and we are still together a year later. I have not spent a single night at his parents' house since though (it was weeks and weeks before I went back), and we'll be spending time together this Christmas at my parents'....
On the positive side, Craig's penis looks completely different and so much more cute now! That doctor did a fantastic job -- his penis seems so strained and taut and eager when erect now. She left no stitch marks, although there is a very clear scar. I much prefer it since the circumcision!. Once Craig was able to have sex again (we didn't try until Valentine's day) we discovered that he is far more sensitive since his operation. In fact, I only have to lick his straining head slowly for a minute or two now and he cums.And now, instead of his cum dribbling from his foreskin, it shoots out in the lovely spurts that people always refer to.
One obvious word of advice .. if your boyfriend suffers from Craigs condition, don't wait for the accident to happen. Take him off to the caring people at Manchester Royal Infirmary now for his snip!
