This is NOT a sexy story.

 The frenulum, in case you didn't know (which I didn't either until this episode) is the bit of skin connecting the head of the penis to the foreskin in uncircumsisced men. The same word is used to decribe the similar skin strip connecting the lower lip to the jaw, the upper lip to the upper jaw and the tongue to the bottom of your mouth. But here I'm just talking about my penis frenulum.

Like with many uncircumcised men, mine was quite tight. It sometimes got painful when my penis was very erect and during long sex sessions.

One night, I was lying in bed listening to my flatmates arguing downstaris. I was kind of playing with myself. Not having a full wank, but just touching myself. I was very hard. My frenulum was straining.

I used to wear a silver ring that went three quarters the way around my right hand middle finger. I thought it looked cool.

Anyway, I was touching myself in the darkness when suddenly my hand felt wet. Very wet. I hadn't come and I hadn't weed myself or at least I hadn't felt myself do either, so I was curious as to what it was.

I got out of bed and turned on the main light. The first thing I noticed was that the light switch was covered in blood!

As was my right hand.

And my crotch and down my legs. And all over the sheets and floor. My cock was pissing blood!

Aaaargh! Should I call an ambulance? With my flatmates downstairs?

I decided to make a dash for the bathroom across the hallway with a towel wrapped around me. I sat in the bath and turned cold water on my penis. I gripped it tight to try to make a tourniquet but that make the blood squirt harder, like a water pistol. At least now I could see where the cut was among the general gore. My frenulum had torn from top to bottom, probably caught on my stupid silver ring.

The cold water subsisded my erection and gradually with it, the blood flow. I showered down the rest of my bloody body and the bath, the water in which was now going a brownish shade.

I towelled down in shock and cleaned the bath again. There was just a blob of blood on my frenulum now, I just had to hope it scabbed over and that I didn't bleed to death before morning.

I didn't sleep very well that night.

It took a bit of time to heal but when it did it was better than ever! I now have no frenulum to speak of, no painful skin pulling my foreskin forwards. I never saw its use anyway.

I also gave up wearing rings.