headbang8: I'm embarassed to bring up this subject for a number of reasons that soon will become obvious. But we have no secrets here, and the following tale certainly pertains to penile health.
A couple of weeks ago, I was away from my partner on an extended business trip and missing him badly. One evening, I retired to the hotel room, exhaused and lonely, and in the mood for some self-comfort.
I planted some strokes on the flaccid old fella to get him to attention--that usually does the trick in short order. But he wasn't co-operating; I must have been more tired than I thought. Frustrated, I gave him a few more vigorous tugs, which set the problem right. Or so I thought.
The rest of the wank passed pleasantly and unremarkably, until it was time to come. A wave of pain and burning sensations flowed down my dick. The semen dribbled on for what seemed like an eternity, rather than bursting out in fast spurts.
Needless to say, it scared the crap out of me. In a moment of weakness two days before, I'd been unfaithful. I pictured the scene when I had to go home and fess up to catching a disease from some stranger I met in a seedy bar. Our relationship would survive, probably, but it would break my poor guy's heart.
The next day, I had to tell the story to a strange doctor--a strange straight doctor, of course, just to make matters worse.
To piss had become agony. It took an almighty push to get a stream going, and no amount of "kegeling" seemed to empty the bladder. And it always felt as though a few drops were left, stuck somewhere in the middle.
The doc ran a few tests that, surprisingly, came up clear. There was no discharge, nor blood in the urine or semen, so we could rule out infection or a tear.
And it appeared too suddenly for prostate trouble. (At 46, the thought had crossed my mind).
Nope. I had bruised the inside of my dick. And in time, the bruise would subside. So I could go home and safely enjoy the customary reunion fuck. Though in this condition, "enjoy" was too strong a word.
The 13 hour plane-ride home was excruciating. And the internal swelling still hasn't gone down completely.
How did this come about? Reckless handling of a limp dick. Be warned, gentlemen.
An interesting side effect is that orgasms are prolonged (if painful). One short dribble emerges, and about ten or fifteen seconds later, another has made its way down the pipe, and so on. My partner is sort of intrigued by it, but I just wish it would go away.
Has anyone else had this problem? How long did it take to clear up? I'd appreciate hearing about your experience, if it doesn't make you wince to recall it.
Thanks from (the now-perfectly-faithful) headbang8
A couple of weeks ago, I was away from my partner on an extended business trip and missing him badly. One evening, I retired to the hotel room, exhaused and lonely, and in the mood for some self-comfort.
I planted some strokes on the flaccid old fella to get him to attention--that usually does the trick in short order. But he wasn't co-operating; I must have been more tired than I thought. Frustrated, I gave him a few more vigorous tugs, which set the problem right. Or so I thought.
The rest of the wank passed pleasantly and unremarkably, until it was time to come. A wave of pain and burning sensations flowed down my dick. The semen dribbled on for what seemed like an eternity, rather than bursting out in fast spurts.
Needless to say, it scared the crap out of me. In a moment of weakness two days before, I'd been unfaithful. I pictured the scene when I had to go home and fess up to catching a disease from some stranger I met in a seedy bar. Our relationship would survive, probably, but it would break my poor guy's heart.
The next day, I had to tell the story to a strange doctor--a strange straight doctor, of course, just to make matters worse.
To piss had become agony. It took an almighty push to get a stream going, and no amount of "kegeling" seemed to empty the bladder. And it always felt as though a few drops were left, stuck somewhere in the middle.
The doc ran a few tests that, surprisingly, came up clear. There was no discharge, nor blood in the urine or semen, so we could rule out infection or a tear.
And it appeared too suddenly for prostate trouble. (At 46, the thought had crossed my mind).
Nope. I had bruised the inside of my dick. And in time, the bruise would subside. So I could go home and safely enjoy the customary reunion fuck. Though in this condition, "enjoy" was too strong a word.
The 13 hour plane-ride home was excruciating. And the internal swelling still hasn't gone down completely.
How did this come about? Reckless handling of a limp dick. Be warned, gentlemen.
An interesting side effect is that orgasms are prolonged (if painful). One short dribble emerges, and about ten or fifteen seconds later, another has made its way down the pipe, and so on. My partner is sort of intrigued by it, but I just wish it would go away.
Has anyone else had this problem? How long did it take to clear up? I'd appreciate hearing about your experience, if it doesn't make you wince to recall it.
Thanks from (the now-perfectly-faithful) headbang8
