Balls O' Fire
At this point, whenever I wear the chain collar or chrome cockring from Big, I break out. Red, itchy, and scaley. I miss wearing the collar keenly, and so I've been making do with a leather thong. But I can't not wear the cockring. So what I've been doing is keeping it on until I can't stand it anymore, and then giving it a rest for a few day. And, it's summer, and summer for me has always meant jock itch.
All this adds up to some really really itchy balls. I savor the rare opportunities presented to me when I can just scratch away, going hog wild. I'm finding that my Starbuck's card, always in my pocket, makes a very useful tool for this purpose.
I know I know I know. You're not supposed to scratch. But I have always been a scratcher. Never able to resist an itch. So I bleed. So what? It feels good.
And, I suspect that scratching is less abrasive than my other way of... *ahem* "treating" my situation. Y'see, when I get in the shower in the morning, the water is initially really hot before I adjust it. Hot as in intolerably so. Except--you guessed it--on my balls. I just let the steaming water flow over them. It feels wondeful. Absolutely wonderful.
And, it tends to make them verrrry sensitive. Just a wee tickle and it has the sensation of electricity.
So yeah! I'm a balls scratchin', cigar smokin', whip wieldin', cabinet makin', stick weldin', leather wearin', dog walkin', latte swillin' kinda guy.
The World best make room for me.