A childhood belief about rude bits

When I was a young spadge I used to think that your bell-end was like the ball in a ballpoint pen. Consequently, I also believed that if you pulled your foreskin too far back your bell-end would plop out like an egg from a hen’s arse. What were my parents thinking? Why didn’t they ever tell me? Oh, and nobody told me that banjo-strings (the string of flesh that links the foreskin to the bell-end, known in GU clinics everywhere as the frenulum) were normal either. I spent most of my adolescence thinking I was a freak. It was only when a friend told me his had nearly snapped, before whacking his cock out and showing me the withered thread that I realised I was normal. I’m not exaggerating when I say it was the biggest relief of my life.