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My Life With Two Penises
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A Note from DDD:
When I 'came out' to the world on Reddit, I had no idea anyone would really care that much about me. When you've had two dicks your whole life, it's not a big shock. Fascination about my double dicks is one thing. However it's the wave of acceptance for being myself that inspired me to write this book. I'll try to cover all the bases. It's difficult writing about myself like this but I'll give it my best shot. Special thanks to the editor/publisher who stuck by me the past few months. They are giving me this chance to get my story out. In my own words, on my own terms, with no risk of losing my anonymity. They waived all credits for publishing and signed all sorts of legal agreements that protect me. This is something almost no one else has offered. In exchange, I've relinquished all proceeds and profit from the sales of this book to them. Money was not the motivating factor for writing this book. In reality my privacy was the one thing holding me back. My privacy is extremely important. Imagine if Superman went public as Clark Kent. His life would never have been the same. The same applies to me. I like walking amongst everyone else knowing they have no idea who I am. This book will give you a chance to walk in my shoes and maybe when you've finished reading it, you'll understand why being the man with two penises isn't exactly what you thought it would be.
Then again, maybe you will.
Love,
DDD
DIPHALLIA
Guess what? A condition that has been linked to legends, myths, humorous stories and movies actually exists! The reality is that most cases of diphallia (pronounced: die-fal-ee-ah) are pretty damn brutal (I'm talking life threatening okay?). A lot of boys don't live long after birth. Without getting technical it really jacks up the body. Spina bifida and a handful of other nasty conditions usually accompany diphallia. The most minor cases give the baby boy a duplicate penis that may or may not work. It may not be fully functional and it might just look like a growth. However some have two working, but not very 'attractive' penises. So when my parents discovered that their third child appeared to be suffering from something potentially life threatening, they were terrified. To put it simply, two dicks were the least of their concerns.
You see, my mother had two previous miscarriages. I have two siblings, in the ground. So when they discovered she was pregnant again they were worried. The cause of my diphallia isn't one they can pinpoint. Medically the explanation is that she suffered some sort of trauma or stress during my initial development. Exactly what it was is not certain since the first signs of my diphallia were there in the ultrasound when she first went in to be examined. There wasn't a point when my second penis appeared, so linking it to a specific incident is impossible. All they could do was hope and pray that I wouldn't end up showing more complications as the pregnancy continued. Leading up to my birth my mother had regular check-ups and besides having two dicks, they saw no other problems in the ultrasounds. Even still, they were all concerned.
I was born in the summer of 1989. My father explained that when I came out the doctor heaved a sigh of relief and announced "It's a boy!" To which one of the midwives exclaimed "Boy oh BOY is it a boy!" There was a sigh of relief and then the doctor announced "Ten fingers, ten toes and well, hot damn, two penises, just like we expected!"
Since my penises were both fully formed and functional my parents decided to 'leave things be.' I remember at some point in my youth my mother explained that I had two for a reason so she and my father saw no need to remove one. Looking back after reading over most of the medical reports I've seen, it might have also been due to the fact that both were almost equal in size and pretty difficult to determine which was the duplicate and which was the original. To this day I still don't know if the right one or left one was the original. The right one is still the strongest and most durable but that could be simply due to blood flow. The world may never know!
GROWING UP
One of the biggest, if not the most frequent question I've been asked is when did I realize I was "different" from other boys. The answer is, I don't know really. Ever since I can remember I knew I was special. My mother made sure at some point (before I could remember), to drill it into my brain that I was special and different from other boys. Both my parents made it very clear to me that I was not to tell other people I had two penises. I can't really put into words my mind-set then. As I got older my mother made it clear to me that I shouldn't tell anyone because it might make other boys feel bad that they only had one penis. I do remember my mother telling me once never to play "doctor" with my friends. Which by the way I did have to avoid. Boys and girls are really curious about that stuff. The bottom line was, however they explained it then, it stuck with me. I was never, ever made to feel 'different' or 'abnormal.' I always felt like I was special. Also, not special in the way teenagers identify as only something a parent would say. I really did feel special. Almost like a super hero as goofy as it might sound.
Puberty came and I noticed that my right dick was growing a bit bigger than my left one. Up to that point they had been relatively equal in size. I also was having wet dreams very early. My mother took me in to the doctor for my annual check-up. I remember the scene vividly. It was the first time I really got a grasp on how unique I really am. For some reason my personal doctor was not there that day and another doctor came in to see me. One look and he said he'd be back in a moment. The next thing I knew the door was wide open and a handful of other people were with him coming into the room.
A few things happened all at once. A few gasps came out of the group, my mother threw a sheet over my lap and proceeded to shove the group out of the room. I didn't really hear what the man was saying as he stuttered at my mom. All I really remember is her slapping him in the face while telling him "My son is not a freak show!"
Go mom!
Up to that point it never really seemed like having two dicks was that big of a deal. Sure I felt special, and unique as a grew older. But in the early years it was all I knew. Imagine it like having a belly button that pokes out instead of in, or the other way around. It's just how things are. I handled them the way any other guy handles one dick (no pun intended). I didn't talk about them or bring attention to them. They are just part of me. Elementary life was fine. I was never really bullied or made fun of. I did well in school and progressed into high school. Where we lived it went from elementary directly into high school with five grades all in the same school. I avoided most sports, not because I didn't like sports, or because I wasn't capable of participating. I just had no desire to play anything. I enjoyed music and art more than anything else. Locker room situations didn't exist for me because I wore briefs under my boxers for the days when we were to change into gym clothes. Up until nearly the end of my 10th grade year I had
successfully managed to keep my double dicks hidden from sight. No one knew... Yet.
EXPOSED
She was nice and pretty. It wasn't until after the fact that I realized, she talked, a lot. We had 'dated' a few times. Kissed once or twice and held hands. I was awkward for sure. She had been very interested in having sex. I got excited about the idea but it wasn't until I really thought about it that it became clear that it might not go well. I was so accustomed to my life that I didn't factor in what would happen when she saw both my dicks.
I kept avoiding the entire ordeal. I was 16, I had my drivers license and was able to use our spare truck to go to school. She had been on me about going camping before it got cold. I did a pretty good job of putting it off until late spring of the following year. Tenth grade was wrapping up in a few weeks and I kept feeling like it was a bad idea. What most guys would have been going crazy for, had me nervous and paranoid. Spring break of that year is when it happened. Going into a lot of detail is still difficult for me.
We had been drinking (yes I was under age, when did that stop anyone?) and I was really relaxed about everything. After half a bottle of butterscotch schnapps everything seemed great. We were parked not too far from her house and had thrown an air mattress and sleeping bags in the back. She had long since stopped pushing me for sex. So I literally had no idea she had other plans. I laid there staring up at the almost night sky when suddenly I felt her hands trailing down below my waist. Before I could say anything she noticed. I froze up and held my breath. She would be the first person to ever see them that wasn't a doctor or my parents. She didn't react really. She smiled and seemed amused.
I lost my virginity. It didn't bother me really. I had never thought I'd save myself for marriage. I just had never thought I'd have sex any time "soon." So when it happened I shrugged it off. Things seemed to stay normal for the first few days back at school. It was probably the second week after Spring Break that I noticed girls were looking at me a little more frequently than usual. They also stared at my crotch a lot more than I was used to. To give you an idea of how oblivious I was, it hadn't crossed my mind that she told anyone. I was wrong.
I usually gave my buddy a ride home after school. He hated riding the school bus and lived only a street passed mine. It was on the ride home when it all came full circle. I still remember it like it was yesterday. Another defining moment in my youth.
"So is it true?"
I looked over at him while sitting at the stoplight.
"Is what true?"
"There's a rumor going around right now that you've got two dicks."
It felt like my stomach went straight through the floor.
"Who the heck is saying that?"
He got quiet, then asked me.
"No one has two dicks." I tried dodging the question.
"Show me."
That really caught me off guard.
"You want me to show you my dick?" I tried to deflect again.
"If you have only one, then prove it."
I really couldn't figure out what to do so I just laughed at him and told him he was nuts. The rest of the ride to his house was in silence. If he kept insisting, I had no idea what I was going to say or do. I tried figuring out how I could pull one out through the fly of my pants without showing the other one. By the time we were pulling into his driveway I had figured if I was really careful about it I could probably pull the right one out and he'd be satisfied enough.
"Keeping secrets and stuff like that isn't cool. I've told you practically everything I've ever even thought about."
He was right. We'd been friends for years. He was mad and I felt really bad. Not bad enough though.
"Here," I sighed as I managed to get my fly open and pull out only my right dick.
He glanced over and looked at it and then back up at my face.
"Unzip your pants and show me the whole package."
My stomach fell again. He was a lot smarter than I had expected.
I started to tuck it away when he practically demanded it.
I'm not sure if it was the tone of his voice, or the hurt and betrayed look on his face that made me feel bad. Before I even realized what my hands were doing, both of my dicks were out, right there in the truck.
"Daaaaamn," he sort of whispered as he leaned over and stared down at them.
"So she told everyone?"
Without looking away from them he replied.
"A few of her friends, but it's getting around. I don't think anyone believes her though."
I felt myself getting hard and immediately put them away and zipped up my pants.
"You can't tell anyone."
He looked at me and it was pure confusion.
"Why not? Are you kidding you'll rule over all the jocks!"
I felt like smiling. The warning my parents gave me had lasted that long and I found myself shocked that he wasn't upset or angry that he had only one! That warning I grew up with seemed to be in error. At least with him.
"No, you've got to promise you won't tell anyone."
After arguing with him about my reasons for keeping it secret I left and went home hoping that he wouldn't tell anyone. Little did I know he ended up wrecking his own identity to protect mine.
Half way through the next day I started hearing guys talking about my buddy. The gossip was he was a queer. Not only that but some how I was too. I caught up with him after lunch and asked him what the hell he said. Believe it or not, he was mad, at me.
"I defended you, I told the guys who were talking about you that you didn't have two dicks."
Before I could smile he kept talking.
"They wanted to know how I knew and I said that you showed it to me and now suddenly I'm a faggot."
I felt my fists clenching up. Not only had he kept my secret, he lied for me too. In return he was being treated like shit by the other guys.
"You can't say or do anything, they'll just demand you prove it and you can't."
That's when it all started going down hill.
I glossed over this part in my Reddit AMA. It's not really easy to explain all this when you're getting thousands of questions shot at you all at one time. The fact is I have two dicks, the word got out and my friend tried to protect me. Before we were prepared for it, we were both 'gay.' I also have to admit I wasn't really forthright with some of my replies in the AMA. I never showed my cocks in school, even when people started talking about them. I had a long discussion with my family about them. The fact was, I wanted one of them removed. I wanted to only have one dick, like everyone else.
Too Much of a Good Thing?
Some how I convinced myself that having one cut off would make everything better. What had made me special, made me miserable. I couldn't prove the bullies wrong. I went from being "cool" during the first week. When my buddy tried to save me from persecution we became "faggots." It went from being the cool taboo dude with two dicks, to the queer with two dicks. In one fail swoop he gave them another, more accepted target. Sexuality. It was more fun to call us homo's than it was to focus on something that made me (in the high school mentality) superior to them.
One day near the end of the year I came home with a bruised up hand. My parents had received a call from the school that I had gotten into another fight. What seems to be another difference about myself is I didn't back down from bullies. I stood up and fought back. I was sitting in the car with my dad when I told him I wanted one of my dicks cut off.
"I know why you want this. I really do. But even if you do, you'll still be the guy they make fun of. You'll still be the gay guy who might or might not have had two dicks."
Since I hadn't shown anyone except my buddy and the girl I lost my virginity to, it was her word against his. My buddy was labeled gay and she ended up getting labeled a slut. Some how I fucked up two peoples lives just because I had two dicks. After talking with my dad about it more, it became obvious that cutting one off wasn't going to do any good. It all clicked when he
said something that I'll never forget.
"Don't let the bastards get you down. You've got one up on all of them. To hell with the jealous fucks."
When I told him that they said I was gay he laughed and said something else amazing.
"What does that matter? If you are, you are, if you aren't you aren't. You're still my boy and whatever or whoever you like doesn't matter. I don't think you even know what you like yet. So don't let that bother you either. Your mother and I love you no matter what. Ignore those bastards."
As you read this now it's worth mentioning that my father has passed away. He died not too long after I went 'public' and after I initially had written this portion. Having to go back to this spot and edit it only shows me how much he meant to me. His memory lives on with me. I hope this reaches those of you who don't think a father like that exists. They do. Mine did and I'm a better person for it.
BADASS
From that point on I continually got into trouble. I never really went out of my way to cause it. At the same time I never backed down from it. My buddy and I got closer as friends. He nicknamed me "Double D." The school got really tired of the shenanigans. By the beginning of my senior year I had all but been expelled. Something that really frustrates me, even to this day is the mentality the school had. I was the one being bullied, yet I got punished just as much as the bullies because I stood up for myself. How can any mature human being fault someone for defending themselves? I get punched and I punch back. The idea of rolling over and taking it never existed. Well, not until later on, in the bedroom. But that's for later in the book. ;)
My parents and I were called into the principals office to have a meeting. I was on the edge of expulsion and I really wanted to graduate. The compromise was half days. I'd avoid confrontation as much as possible and I could leave at lunch and go home. This bummed out my buddy since he had to stay on for the full schedule. I found out after school that a lot of the guys really did think I was gay because I would come pick my buddy up after school to prevent him from being bullied on the bus. He never stood up for himself and was always persecuted. I felt I had to do whatever I could to help him avoid that. After all, it was my fault he was being treated like shit.
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