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|Text=My earliest recollections of bathing with my brother (perhaps when I was only 3-4 years old) revolve around my mother’s close examination and cleansing of my brother’s long foreskin. My mother was foreskin obsessed... obsessed with its looseness, cleanliness and general removal. She regularly talked to my brother about his foreskin and about how he needed to be circumcised. The problem seemed to be that my father didn’t allow her to have him circumcised at birth. But back then, all I knew was that a boy had a foreskin that could be "clipped back" and that most other boys seemed to have already been "done." It’s not that my mother paid less attention to me in cleansing my own small vagina, but there was never any talk about needing anything "fixed". During these early years, <span style="background:#FFE87C">my brother had his foreskin regularly checked in front of me and other guests.</span> [...] Additionally inspections his foreskin also followed our baths as we got older. <span style="background:#FFE87C">This occurred routinely until my mother finally had Junior circumcised.</span> [...] Later that week, mom told me that I was going along and that <span style="background:#FFE87C">I would be able to watch my brother being circumcised</span>, if I wanted to. [...] He didn’t like talking about his foreskin and circumcision... not the way I did. I had become obsessed. [...] <span style="background:#FFE87C">He was circumcised as my mother and I watched</span> [...] I remember my mother saying to make sure "it was good and tight". [...] During the first few months after Junior’s circumcision, I got to see his bared glans regularly. <span style="background:#FFE87C">Mom was constantly checking it out.</span> [...] She even commented that my interest in caring for his incision might be an indication that <span style="background:##FFE87C">I might one-day become a doctor or nurse, myself.</span> Little did she know that my interest was in my brother’s peter and how it looked after being circumcised. This was the beginning... it is how <span style="background:#FFE87C">I became a circumcision slut!</span> [...] I loved them tight with the scar back the shaft... and <span style="background:#FFE87C">I even loved teasing the uncircumcised boy in our neighborhood</span> and telling him how he was going to be circumcised (He sometimes cried, but always listened intently when I told him how the thing was put on my brothers dinky.) [...] I just couldn’t get enough of the cock I had seen before-circ, during-circ, and post-circ. [...] my mother was in the hallway watching the circumcision slut she had created blow the son that she had circumcised. [...] I still love sucking his cock and remember how <span style="background:#FFE87C">he was circumcised while I watched.</span> It wasn’t long after my mom caught me blowing Junior, that she would also begin to service his studly circumcised cock. I have three small children of my own. My first is a girl, and the second was a boy. He is 4 now and still is uncircumcised. <span style="background:#FFE87C">I’m hoping to have one more son, and I think I will circumcise him with a Plastibell [[PlastiBell]] at birth. Eventually of course, his older brother will need to be circumcised, perhaps while my daughter watches</span>... just like it occurred with me and Junior. I’m glad to have found your website and CIRCLIST so I can be with a group of people who have interests similar to my own.