wrong, just wrong
I've done a few stupid things with, or rather to, my gentleman in the past.

1. When I was about 7 years old, I thought it would be interesting to put toothpase in my foreskin. I found it wasn't interesting while crying alone behind the sofa later.

2. At around 13 I covered my ball-sack in bubblebath liquid or shampoo or something (can't remember what). It felt great at the time but I got interupted and didn't wash it off. When I went for a shower later, it had irritated my boogie-bag and I had a red and paper-thin clackersack with flaking bits of skin and the whole hilarious works! I think I cried that night.

3. As an adult, I had my then girlfriend giving me a bit of pleasuring when she started giving me love bites on the old chap. I thought, "ooh, this is a bit dirty!" and let her carry on. The next day I woke up with a stonking hard-on, you know, MEGA-STIFFY- the kind where you get peelback. But, I needed a wazz, so I wapped him out and, like a vicar with a quireboy, started to push him down when I saw that I had a ZOMBIE knob!
All down the shaft and even on the bell, it looked like I had knob-rot, either that or I was slowly turning into a leopard.
Love bites on the cock. Bad idea kids, don't do it.
(Mr.Dog was in love again on, Mon 16 Mar 2009, 14:33, 1 reply)

For 'boogie-bag'
and 'clackersack' alone, you have garnered yourself a worthy click, young sir.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 16 Mar 2009, 14:40, closed)