I have put this site together for a number of reasons,I originally had a site years ago when I was living in San Francisco, I was part of an on-line group connected to a certain university,and was involved in research of many aspects of human behavior, from observing peoples behaviour during the day, as how their personalities changed, with different situations,the difference in them when alcohol is consumed, how their writing even changed, but most of all, I was more curious about how when alcohol is involved, how sexually liberated we can all be. My time in San Francisco opened my eyes in nearly every respect.As you will have noticed I placed bananas as my image, I would have loved to place a photo of my penis, but I don't want to shock on the first page, there will be plenty of images from this page onwards.

First of all the fact that I mentioned my Penis, it makes it obvious that I'm a male, shit I was born with this thing, for better or worse, to be quite honest I believe  he has a mind of his own, Billions of men would agree with me, sometimes we can relate, other times he has seriously let me down.

My very first observation of my own genitals, was when I was about two years old, I barely walked down a garden path, at my Grandparents house, and upset a nest of ants, which attacked me,and bit me in certain places, managed to get under my nappie, (diaper) which was the good  old cloth terry ones.
The next major issue and again in myGrandparents was when a toilet seat fell on my penis, this was a heavy wooden one that my Grandfather had actually made, there were no spacers between it and the bowl, and it didn''t stay up unless held, I was only about three at the time and had to stand on my tippytoes, I can still remember the incident to this day and the pain I suffered, two incidents to affect my genitals in the spaces of a couple of years. 

I started school at age  four, it was an old school, outdoor toilets and just the bowl to piss in, many of us gathered around it at a time and noticed each others penises, I became very aware of their sizes, I was taller than many, but my penis was tiny in comparison, I had younger friends and brothers who were bigger, this would ring through, throughtout my life, I have yet to have a friend or socialise with men who have had a smaller penis than me, it was very disheartening for me .

Another incident that happened a few years later again harming my member. and yet again in my Grandparents We were down visiting, (well for us to go down visiting them, meant there was generally some work involved, and this day was no different, our normal visits, we as children, as young as we were, were put out in the vegetable patch and had to weed it).I hated it, as did the others, apart from anything else, you’d get stung by nettles, bitten by ants, and have them and other insects crawling all over us, and our hands would be green for days, from the weeds.  

This I believe was the last time that my Grandfather ever worked in his garden, before he died, and I might have just turned eight 

All the weeds, grass, brambles, and branches from trees that had been pruned, were gathered pilled in a heap, and a bonfire was lit. When the fire got into a full blaze, we had to step back a bit from it, naturally because of the heat, and also because of the sparks, which could end up anywhere, I was standing a good few feet away from it, and I needed to take a pee, I looked behind me to the house, to see if the bathroom was free, but noticing a light on, I deduced that it wasn’t, It was fairly late in the evening, and dark, I figured that I could take a pee, where I stood, and no one would notice. 

I hadn’t retracted my foreskin, so the glans were covered, I took my penis out to take a pee, and in the process, got this awful pain in my foreskin, it felt like something had stung me, or that a spark from the fire, had actually had a direct hit, and burnt me. When I got the opportunity I headed straight to the bathroom, dropped my pants, to look at my now extremely sore penis, my foreskin was swollen, it now looked like a small balloon, but I didn’t go to my Mother, or Grandmother, or to any of my Aunt’s. I went through the medicine cabinet and found similar cream that had been smeared on me when the toilet seat fell on my penis, and spread it all over my genitals. In pain, but not extreme, I went to bed early, we as a family were staying in my Grandparents for the weekend. I examined my penis before I went to sleep, it was sore, and swollen, I couldn’t move my foreskin at all, I could barely pee, and when I had to, the pain was extreme. For the rest of that weekend, I applied the cream a couple of times a day, for about three days there was no significant improvement, and then, the swelling began to subside, I could move my foreskin again, and check if any harm was done underneath it, thankfully there didn’t seem to be any harm to the glans (head) After a week everything was back to normal, I’d taken care of myself, and I went back to retracting my foreskin  {I also endure throughout my life, other abuses to my genitals.especially when younger, from getting then kicked kneed,slap by the back of ones hand grabbed and squeezed, which can be quite painfull and can cause long term injury, in some cases, should be a serious offence}.

I discovered an extreme pleasure when I took a bath, and it was the only time, in my own house that I had a bit of privacy, because not only did we share rooms, we also shared beds. When I got into the bath, the first thing I did was to retract my foreskin, and feel the warm water around the  glans, it was awesome, I’d develop an erection, and depending how deep the water was, it sometimes protruded above the water, when I washed myself, and got out of the bath, and dried myself with a towel, when I got to my penis, the head still bare, and I’d be erect, the movement of the towel on it, sent shivers through me, I think I’d more baths than anyone in our home.

{About two years before this I'd a medical in school, (we all had) and some of my friends needed a circumcision, through the decision of medical personal, but because of this, and their decision, I believed that it was something that all boys experienced, and would eventually happen to us all. My observation of the boys around me at the time was that we naturally had penises, but our foreskins, (although so young didn’t even know the words or of the  meaning) looked a bit different, some seemed to protrude longer than others, some had bigger penises, but I  clearly remember at the time, that any penises that I'd seen, (as many of us had to stand around a cubicle at a time to take a pee, it was the only one, and there weren't any urinals) at that time none were circumcised,(again not really knowing the full implications of the word),(as in infant circumcision maybe there were, and were just shy about displaying it) I was also clinically aware that mine was a fair bit smaller, and I had very little foreskin in front. This medical, involved a thorough check up including our genitals, in particular how easy our foreskin moved, Given the fact that I was still in infants, and there were many classes above us, older boys, who shared the same toilet with us, and again none seemed circumcised, some old enough, to beginning puberty, and in many cases either were visibly sporting erections or semi-erections and this was greatly more evident the day of the medical, the touch of a strangers hand on their penises exciting it.  

It was after this medical that many pupils were given letters, for their doctors via their parents, some needed glasses, hearing aids, but a number of boys needed THE OPERATION a circumcision, including my, or our closest friend at the time, Our friend disappeared for a week or so, as did a number of other boys, at different times, who were also missing for an equal amount of time.. The next time we s our friend, he showed us what had been done to him, how so much different his penis now looked, he not only showed us, but girls as well, a fascination with it, bestowed them, and as each other boy had their circumcision they did the same thing, displayed to everyone, same reaction from the girls, I don't ever remember any of the boys declaring that it hurt, suffered any pain, only that some had to wear an instrument for a week. (a clamp) I also don’t recall any of the older boys (classes above us), having to go through the procedure, maybe some did, but as we were now in a new school and had urinals, (which I rarely used, through shyness, using the privacy of the cubicles instead) I didn’t get to notice, any of the other boys any more NEXT PAGE