My  story starts back in my teenage years, before I had started to have sex. Everything was fine when it came to sollitary pleasure, as an intact boy I had no difficulties pulling my foreskin back. Yet since the day a friend of mine showed me the first truely adult films that went beyond eroticism, i.e., which entirely showed the anatomy of both sexes, I asked myself questions about my own penis, for those I saw onscreen were different. Mine was bent downward 90 degrees when erect. I had a bent pipe instead of a straight one.

So my GP had me see a sexologist because of the curvature. The sexologist had me see a urologist who said surgery was necessary. He explained my condition was most probably a congenital deformation of my penis. He explained the surgery (imagine straightening a banana by removing a piece from the upper side)…

So I know its been forever since my last post.  And truth be told, I did stop stretching for a little while.  And even when I was stretching, I wasn’t really inspired to write about it because there was nothing new to say that hadn’t already been said.  But luckily I was completely re-inspired by a new routine and have been going steady for the last few months. Over that time, I have been wearing my stretcher for only 30 minutes twice a day.  That’s it.  And by now any initial skepticism I had about this short routine is long gone.  I can say for certain that things are progressing quite well.  And even though I’m probably not even half way done with the whole process, I already feel like I have a brand new penis.  In fact, it has totally revolutionized the way I masturbate.  And as a pleasant…