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Anything Goes
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Straight Male / 55
Who Do You Trust More, Your Doctor Or Your Lady?
I'm from the bush, we didn't have many doctors around, so you either fixed it yourself or got over it.
Moving to the smoke was fun but people didn't seem to give a shit. That included doctors.
I found a lump the size of a large Thunder marble in my sack. So i went to the doctors, he seemed pissed off he would have to feel my nut sack. I started to get my back up, and began to wonder if i was a younger person or female, would he of cared more?
"Its prob, a cyst, here's a referral, see the nurse on the way out.
Now I'm not a doctor but i knew heaps of girls that had cyst that turn cancerous, so i was worried enough to go to the specialist. They knocked me back and said i had to make a phone appointment. Fair dinkum, that was enough for me, I'll cut it out myself!
Yeah in my head it sounded fine!I it wouldn't be any different from sowing myself up as a young bloke. Yet, cutting into your own arm, chest or leg is way different from cutting in your own ball sack. I just couldn't do it. So I left it for a few years. it grew bigger.
Then i met this chic, she loved squeezing pimples, piercing boils, removing tags etc, Women can be so weird that way. While i'm sure she loved petting over me, she wasn't happy until she drew blood and slap me for bitch'n about it. So i asked her to either cut out my third ball or at least drain it with a syringe. I know it was a dumb idea but the other option was death. So i taught her how to sow and the importance of hygiene, She wasn't to cut any tubes what so ever.
She seemed excited, which was a bit unnerving. I washed my self down with iodine and assumed the birth position with my legs held apart with a broom stick and gaffer tape. I knew i couldn't trust myself not to reflex them slam shut. She started to cut!
Well that was the end of me.
I was out of there faster than a fly outa a can of bug spray.
It just goes to show a man would rather die from cancer than have his nuts cut off!
Our relationship didn't last much longer after that, other than having a 1 inch deep cut in my sack. i just didn't want her anywhere near me while i slept!
Moving to the smoke was fun but people didn't seem to give a shit. That included doctors.
I found a lump the size of a large Thunder marble in my sack. So i went to the doctors, he seemed pissed off he would have to feel my nut sack. I started to get my back up, and began to wonder if i was a younger person or female, would he of cared more?
"Its prob, a cyst, here's a referral, see the nurse on the way out.
Now I'm not a doctor but i knew heaps of girls that had cyst that turn cancerous, so i was worried enough to go to the specialist. They knocked me back and said i had to make a phone appointment. Fair dinkum, that was enough for me, I'll cut it out myself!
Yeah in my head it sounded fine!I it wouldn't be any different from sowing myself up as a young bloke. Yet, cutting into your own arm, chest or leg is way different from cutting in your own ball sack. I just couldn't do it. So I left it for a few years. it grew bigger.
Then i met this chic, she loved squeezing pimples, piercing boils, removing tags etc, Women can be so weird that way. While i'm sure she loved petting over me, she wasn't happy until she drew blood and slap me for bitch'n about it. So i asked her to either cut out my third ball or at least drain it with a syringe. I know it was a dumb idea but the other option was death. So i taught her how to sow and the importance of hygiene, She wasn't to cut any tubes what so ever.
She seemed excited, which was a bit unnerving. I washed my self down with iodine and assumed the birth position with my legs held apart with a broom stick and gaffer tape. I knew i couldn't trust myself not to reflex them slam shut. She started to cut!
Well that was the end of me.
I was out of there faster than a fly outa a can of bug spray.
It just goes to show a man would rather die from cancer than have his nuts cut off!
Our relationship didn't last much longer after that, other than having a 1 inch deep cut in my sack. i just didn't want her anywhere near me while i slept!
