My name is KingBey, and I’m twenty-nine years old. Judging from stories I’ve heard and things I’ve observed, I’d have to say I officially bloomed into an active gay man quite late. I had my first sexual experience, both with a girl and a guy, at age twenty-three, well after I had left the university. I’d had feelings for guys earlier though, but the most I did was smooching back in the boarding house of my secondary school days.
I had this habit of reading while sitting on the toilet seat when I was much younger. I only realized that it was a bad habit to stay longer than necessary on the toilet seat a little bit too late. I also used to have mad cravings for sweets and confectionary. My best snack even until early this year remained biscuits and chocolate flavored ice cream. I had such a sweet tooth.
I started out having penetrative gay sex by being the Top. But in 2009, I was into a lot of experimenting, and one of such endeavours was when I tried taking a dick up my ass. The other guy was much younger and I tried to sit on his dick. I had to stop when I felt a sharp bolt of pain shoot up my spine, and subsequently realized there was blood everywhere. It was not a funny experience. I simply decided there and then that perhaps I’m not cut out to swing both ways, and maintained my role as a Top.
Then three years ago, I noticed I had pains whenever I visited the loo, and sometimes a streak of blood would appear in the toilet bowl. So I went to see a doctor and after examining me, he diagnosed me with hemorrhoids. I was given medications and sent off with an advice on proper feeding and toilet habits. It was not really serious back then, the pain and bleeding only coming upon me say twice a year or less. When I told my mother about it, she consoled me and told me my father had the same ailment, as well as two uncles of mine, and that it was hereditary. Consequently, I had to study the ailment online to better educate myself.
And so, I continued managing myself and letting any guy who wanted my backside know that that couldn’t happen; sometimes, I let on that it was due to some health issues. Some guys never seemed to understand me, some of them expressing their annoyance by saying I was being too stingy with my ass, and all that kind of talk that comes when you say no to someone.
Then I met this younger, cute guy sometime this year. He told me at the onset that he was strictly Top, but I wouldn’t let go. I wanted him, and I wanted him my way. He was everything I wanted in a guy; well-built, young, slim, dark, tall and with a very long and big dick. When I say that, I mean about 10inches in length. The dude is endowed. He knew of my health concern and so didn’t bother me about spreading my cheeks for him. A few weeks into our dating, I cajoled him into taking my dick, and he did. And that first time penetrative sex between us was divine.
And then, one day in July, we went out for drinks. I must have been tipsy, because when we returned home, I told him I wanted to try bottoming for him. He was wary, warned me of the consequences, but I wouldn’t listen. In my inebriated state, I mounted that mammoth dick, and mere seconds later, an explosion of pain surged up from my rear. I quickly got up from him to discover that I had sustained a tear in my anus. That was how my days of regular pain started. When I went online, I was made to understand that I’d suffered an anal fissure. This situation brought back my hemorrhoids, and life became unbearable for me. I began to suffer a loss of my appetite, subsequently shuttling from one hospital to another, seeking opinions and second opinions. I tried all the home treatments the doctors recommended and the ones I read about online. All of these only gave me temporary relief. A doctor friend of mine advised me to go for a surgery as that would give me a definite cure, but I didn’t think I was ready for that. I basically stopped eating because I was scared of going to the toilet and suffering the pain of that exercise. This made me lose weight, and my light complexion became even more pallid. My life quickly became dependent on different kinds of pain killers. I took all sorts of tablets, lotions and ointments – Anusol, Xyloproct, Tramadol, Diclofenac… You just name it…I took them all.
Two months later, I explained my ordeal to a friend who, after examining me, said I had warts and that he could get rid of them with the aid of a chemical. I countered by explaining to him that I already knew what I had – internal hemorrhoids and anal fissure, a diagnosis a surgeon had confirmed after his examination. But due to the pains I was suffering at the time, I was open to any cure that could bring relief to me. I paid for the chemical – a huge sum, that – and upon application, it was as if I had drenched my entire anal area with acid. The pain was horrific. I even started to have a sore. And I was too scared to tell my mum as she had already warned me against the chemical I wanted to apply.
And then, I met a guy online and we hooked up the same day at my place. He actually spent two days with me, and during his stay, he observed my anguished disposition. When he inquired about what was wrong, I opened up to him. Then he took it up from there. After he examined me (I’d become used to people telling me to bend over, and not for anything sexual, lol) he told me he has a surgeon friend who can take care of it.
And so, I found myself in the hospital. It was not an easy ride, as there were horrible stories of people dying due to this type of surgery going wrong. However, I steeled myself against my fear, and with help of family and my friends, I went through it. I had two surgeries; the first to remove the anal fissure and the second to remove the internal hemorrhoids. It was hell in the theatre during one of the procedures when I woke up midway and felt the surgeon drawing at my skin as he stitched me up. I spent five days recuperating in the hospital ward, and three days out of that, I had nothing but fluids. Recovery was truly a painful experience, in spite of the pain killers I was placed on.
This is a procedure or ailment I wouldn’t wish even on my greatest enemy.
Things I’ve learned from this?
Stick to what you feel comfortable doing. I guess I would still be managing my internal hemorrhoids if I hadn’t sat on a mammoth dick, got punctured and ended up having anal fissure. Although, that had to happen for me to get completely cured.
If you’re reading this and you have piles – and I know a number of guys do – don’t take a dick; if you must, let it not be those giant ones that are usually mouth-watering on sight, but destructive when they get inside. Anal fissure is something you most definitely do NOT want to happen to you.
Thirdly, maintain a healthy feeding habit filled with enough fibres, fruits and vegetables, and also drink enough water. Make your bowel movement to be routine and make sure you don’t stay in the toilet for an unnecessarily long time. Ideal time is 5 minutes or less.
And lastly, Piles is different from warts. Warts are found outside and around the anal area. They are generally painless and contagious, even with the use of condoms. My case was made worse because my friend mistook my anal fissure for warts and administered the wrong medication on me. If you have piles and you’re reading this, please get a good surgeon to perform a surgery to remove it, as it’s a sure way to cure it. It is a bit expensive though, but the aftermath result is worth it.
Written by KingBey