Part 1 The Columbian Family Jewels

I had been dating this guy for a couple of months.  Things were going well and we had already taken it to the next level.  After he got back in town from a work trip, he came over.  That night we started fooling around.  Things were getting pretty hot and heavy when all of a sudden he stopped.  He said that we needed to talk.I looked at him confused and said now?  He said yes.  Okay, what do you want to talk about?,I ask.  He says do you remember how I told you that I was in Washington DC this past week? Yes. He responds that wasn’t true. I didn’t have a business trip. Okay, where were you then, I ask.  He tells me that isn’t important.I ask what is important then? That you lied to me? He tells me that he did in fact go out of town, but not for work. He said that he had gotten something done and had spent a few days at a friend’s house recovering. He told me that what was done means that he cannot have sex for six weeks.  At this point, I am really confused.  What?  Is he serious?  What did you have done?,I ask.  He tells me that it is personal.  He said that the only reason he was telling me was because we had already been intimate together and were about to again.  I am shocked.  I have a million questions running through my head at once.  What did he have done?  Why was it too personal to tell me? Seriously?  At this point in time, I am naked as a jaybird and he is only wearing boxers.  I say all of this to him.  He tells me that he will at some point, but that not now.  He didn’t want to talk about it.  Okay. Fine.  Don’t tell me.  Keep your secret, I think to myself.  I start thinking to myself how long it is going to be before he is going to be able to have sex again.  Six weeks?  I do the math in my head and say so it’s going to be November then before you can have sex again.  He starts chuckling to himself about what I said.  Then he tells me that even though he cannot have sex doesn’t mean that he can’t satisfy me.  He said that he wanted to focus all of his attention on making sure that I was taken care of.  That it would give him time to perfect his skill sets of going down on me.  What girl is going to say no to this?  I perk up a little at the thought of the next six weeks being all about me.  I tell him that will work and that one of these days I hope that he will feel comfortable telling me what was going on down there.  I figured that I would try to be supportive to him about what was going on even though I had no clue what it was.  Mainly, I was curious to see what it was. 

Later on that night, I was having problems sleeping.  He had stayed over and kept getting up every five minutes.  After several hours of being woke up by him, I ask him if he is okay.  He tells me that he is in a lot of pain.  I ask him why.  He tells me that it was from what he had done.  I ask if there is anything that I can do.  He tells me no.  I ask if he wants some Tylenol or something.  Again, he tells me no.  He says that he has pain meds, but he forgot it at home.  I respond that we need to figure something out because I needed to get some sleep.  Now, I am starting to get annoyed.  He won’t tell me what’s up because it’s too personal and now here he is keeping me up all night from whatever the hell is going on down there.  He says that he should probably go home.  I agree that it’s a good idea.  He leaves at 5 o’clock in the morning.

The next day he text me that he wants me to come over that night for dinner and a movie at his place.  This begins the start of his making sure that I am taken care of.  I figure that in a couple of days, he will tell me what happened.  I try not to make a big deal about it him not telling me, but in fact it really bothers me.  If he can’t tell me this, what else can’t he tell me?  Or is this too personal?  You can fuck me, but not tell me what’s wrong with your penis?  Shouldn’t that be when you do tell me? 

I didn’t tell anyone about what happened.  I didn’t know what to say.  I was still shocked by what he had told me.  I Google what could make a doctor tell a guy he can’t have sex for six weeks.  At this point, I don’t know if he is lying to me.  After all, he did lie about having a business trip.  I got results back for everything from gender reassignment, to circumcision, to vasectomy, etc.  This only brought up more questions.  I didn’t think it was gender reassignment.  Even though, his three best friends were gay guys.  I thought it could be a vasectomy.  But, that typically didn’t make a guy wait six weeks before having sex.  He had mentioned that he was going to do that or at least was thinking about it.  I was convinced that he had a circumcision.  He was originally born in Colombia.  He moved to the States when he was three months old.  Colombia typically does not circumcise baby boys.  It had to be that.  This may sound strange that I am not 100% sure of this.  Especially since, I have already said that I have had sex with him.  When we had sex before, it was really dark.  I couldn’t see his penis.  He wouldn’t let me touch it.  I didn’t really think about it at the time, but now that I am it’s weird.  He told me at the time that he wanted to focus on me.  I guess I was caught up in the moment.  And in case you wondering…no it didn’t feel any different.     

There are several parts to this story this was Part 1 move on to Part 2