Can you injure yourself during sex?
Posted Fri Dec 01, 2006 07:50 AM
I went to the urologist the other day for a follow up visit. I told him that the steriod (methyl something or another) and the Flomax really didn't do much for me. In fact I did not have any episodes a week after I stopped taking the Flomax. But they returned the other day.
What kills me is these doctors all they want to do is throw prescription drugs at the problem. They do not want to diagnoise the condition or tell you what may have caused it. This doctor has never told me even what I have! So I'm just assuming it's uritheritis.
I asked him again if he was positive I did not have some sort of STD. He said there was nothing in my urine and if I was not seeing any discharge there was no reason to test me.
So I'm trying to remember what might have happened on September the 4th after I had sex with my X g/f that started all of this. Before that day I was fine.
Several things come to mind. My X used to tug on my penis to the point it was painful. So I'm thinking that may have caused it. The other thing is it may have slipped out and got bent. Then there was the cock ring. I can't remember how long I had it on but I don't think it was longer than 15 minutes.
This condition is not getting any worse but I can't tell if it's getting any better either. Sometimes I can go for a week and feel no pain. And almost no pain even during urination. Other times I can be sitting still and feel a slight sensative someone is sticking a needle in my dick.
Sometimes it's just in the head of my penis. Sometimes it feels like it moves around.
It's not something I couldn't get used to living with but I wish it would go away.
I will say that it seems that what makes it worse is ejaculation. Usually I'm sore afterwards.
Posted Fri Dec 01, 2006 07:52 AM
Posted Fri Dec 01, 2006 09:06 AM
Posted Fri Dec 01, 2006 09:48 AM
Posted Fri Dec 01, 2006 10:35 AM
1) There are times when she's on top where we'll both just be in the heat of things and she goes up a lil too far, it slips out just enough, and ends up hitting against her pubic bone... OUCH! OOOOUCH!
2) She likes to bite/scratch, same with me, but I'm still waiting for a scar on my leg to go away... however I think it's perminant.
Posted Fri Dec 01, 2006 03:19 PM
Once, a girl with metal braces in her mouth snagged the skin on my johnson and cut me open. Not a pleasurable experience.
Posted Sat Dec 02, 2006 03:46 AM
Posted Sat Dec 02, 2006 05:37 AM
Posted Sat Dec 02, 2006 05:40 AM
Hmmm, sounds kinda funny. Imagine telling the doc how it happened.
Posted Sat Dec 02, 2006 07:36 AM
I stopped dropping. It got to be too
As stupid as you usually come off
during this diatribe of your's, you're
going to come off ten times as stupid
on this occasion.
What?! I lost my tolerance for the
bullshit baggage that comes with
eating girls out. What's the big
If you say the smell, so help me, I'll
Not the smell - the smell is good.
I'm talking about not being able to do
it property. And my mother brought me
up to believe that if I can't do
right I shouldn't do it at all. Of
course, my father told me she gave
lousy head, but that's beside the
At least you blame yourself for your
No, I blame them. Chicks never help
you out. They never tell you what to
do. And most of them are self-
conscious about that smell factor, and
so most of the time they just lay
there, frozen like a deer in the
headlights, right? Not for nothing,
but when a chick goes down on me. I
let her know where to go, and what the
status is. You gotta handle it like
CNN and the Weather Channel - constant
You're such an idiot.
No, he's got a point. That's how I
was in high school - I was nervous,
and inhibited about being eaten out.
But by the time I got to college, that
all changed. I loosened up. Not only
did I learn to communicate - I learned
to be bossy.
I was like one of those guys at the
airport with those big flash lights -
waving them this way, directing them
that way, telling them when to stop.
And that's all I'm saying, it'd be
different if chicks helped out -
pointed a guy in the right direction.
Then there'd be no bullshit, no wasted
time, and no chance for permanent
Sure. You wanna see something
(pulls our front tooth)
I got this from Nina Rollins,
sophomore year. I'm going down on
her, and out of nowhere, her cat jumps
on her stomach. She does this big ol'
pelvic thrust - cracks my tooth in
half, sends it down my throat. I had
to get a crown for the stub.
I got that beat.
I got that beat.
(half-turns and lifts chin)
Sophomore year. I'm going down on
Cynthia Slater in her dorm room after
we went club-hopping. I'm totally
drunk, and in the middle of it, I fall
asleep - right there in her lap. She
got so mad, she digs her heel into my
back, right there.
(points to scar)
You see this!
(moves neck slightly right)
That's the farthest I can move my neck
to the right Sophomore year, I'm going
out with Maria Bennert, and for six
months, I'm going down on her, and not
a damn thing's happening.
Then one night, I change a position,
or vary my lapping-speed, and suddenly
it's a whole new world. She's moving
around, convulsing, breathing heavy.
And her legs are pressing against my
ears so tightly that I don't hear her
father come into the room. He grabs
(grabs his own hair and pulls
...and he pulls me way back, hard.
(throws up her leg, and rolls
Senior year. Spring Formal. I'm
eating our Missy Kurt in her brother's
car. She's laying across the back
seat, and I'm half-hanging out of the
car, my knees on the ground. She's
flailing around, and she knocks the
parking brake off. The car starts
rolling down the hill, and my right
knee is cut up all to shit like a
kiddy's scissor class cut it up for
Banky and Alyssa laugh. Holden looks at a small scar on
his arm and thinks better about mentioning it.