Got a vasectomy...

I watched porn six days after surgery, didn't lay a hand on myself = still ended up with two black and blue golf balls.

I've gone a couple of months at a time without masturbating. When I go for long periods, it's always the same: lots of cum but almost no sensation the first climax; then, if I keep working at it, a second climax with thicker (but less) cum, with amazing sensations that buckle my legs.

Imagine having the worst case of blue balls known to mankind, and then a beautiful lady grabs hold of your penis and strokes you to oblivion until your very soul has erupted all over her fingers and arm.
So: did you end up with 'two black and blue golf balls'? Or with 'lots of cum'?


I usually only do it when my head is otherwise preoccupied by life occurrences powerful enough to take my focus off sex. (This is pretty rare.)
We already figured that one out.;)
 
As salamu ! :)
(maybe Rory will stop hating me if I pretend to be muslim)
 
Saying 'creating another human being' instead of 'having a baby' tends to put things into perspective. Child bearing is a full time, expensive and time consuming move if done right.

Damn straight.
 
You already did it!! You bumped it!!
I laughed.:D:D

I see you are happy Babu that is good, you must have committed a rape or two to get you in such high spirits. Who says dirty Pakis can't have fun? You're proof we can!

Sanjeet
 
I see you are happy Babu that is good, you must have committed a rape or two to get you in such high spirits. Who says dirty Pakis can't have fun? You're proof we can!

Sanjeet
Tell that to your real bum-chum Babu (aka smootG aka RacistDownSouth), Disgustipated.
 
At twenty-six, I had two children and was happily married. My wife convinced me that birth control would be easier if I simply had a vasectomy. She presented arguments of care-free, gratuitous, condom free sex and research showing that it was a simpler operation for men than the reciprocal surgery for women.

The procedure was conducted in my doctors surgery in less than half an hour. I came home and iced the area as suggested. It was most comfortable sitting in a recliner watching television. I had a cold beer while I sat and watched something as numbing as the ice in my jocks. In no time at all I fell asleep.

I woke some hours later feeling the need to urinate so shuffled off a little uncomfortably to the toilet whereat I discovered I could not remove the bag of ice from my ball-sack. Panicking a little I ran a shower and let the water run over the bag of ice and sack of insulted testes until I was gradually able to peel the ice and plastic away from my red and hairless scrote. The pain of the warm water on the burned skin was mind clouding in intensity and it was about at that my family became aware of a 'situation', alerted by my childlike whimpering and squeals of intense relief as I rubbed cold burn cream onto the boys.

Over the next 5 minutes my offended man parts turned a lovely shade of blister yellow with purple highlights where the pushing and pulling had irritated stitches which were now bleeding.

My wife drove me back to the doctors laughing now and then with self-adulation for her extreme wit and humorous expertise at conjuring nicknames like 'frosty' and others. I was unable to adequately riposte at the time.

The nurse at the practice examined the affected area and proclaimed, "frostbite" which further solidified my wife's assertion that I should be re-named 'frosty'. Ha Ha etc... everyone is a joker when it's not their balls.

My testicles recovered over the next few weeks, my dignity slowly returned but sadly, my sex-life never achieved the promised glory that was suggested by pre-snip propaganda. This was not in fact due to the vasectomy at all, but a consequence of finding out that my wife's motivation toward this course of action was in part due to her lover, (my best friend) having had a vasectomy.

A short time later, I was a single father of two children with a vasectomy who could have carefree condom-free sex but had no current sex-partner, and an ex-wife who could go fuck herself.

I've since remarried and we have a son through IVF. (needle to the balls to extract wrigglers.) I first attempted a reversal operation but it was unsuccessful. In hindsight 26 years old was too young for me to make that sort of life-changing decision but there was no way of telling 26yr old me that.

Stay frosty!
 
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At twenty-six, I had two children and was happily married. My wife convinced me that birth control would be easier if I simply had a vasectomy. She presented arguments of care-free, gratuitous, condom free sex and research showing that it was a simpler operation for men than the reciprocal surgery for women.

The procedure was conducted in my doctors surgery in less than half an hour. I came home and iced the area as suggested. It was most comfortable sitting in a recliner watching television. I had a cold beer while I sat and watched something as numbing as the ice in my jocks. In no time at all I fell asleep.

I woke some hours later feeling the need to urinate so shuffled off a little uncomfortably to the toilet whereat I discovered I could not remove the bag of ice from my ball-sack. Panicking a little I ran a shower and let the water run over the bag of ice and sack of insulted testes until I was gradually able to peel the ice and plastic away from my red and hairless scrote. The pain of the warm water on the burned skin was mind clouding in intensity and it was about at that my family became aware of a 'situation', alerted by my childlike whimpering and squeals of intense relief as I rubbed cold burn cream onto the boys.

Over the next 5 minutes my offended man parts turned a lovely shade of blister yellow with purple highlights where the pushing and pulling had irritated stitches which were now bleeding.

My wife drove me back to the doctors laughing now and then with self-adulation for her extreme wit and humorous expertise at conjuring nicknames like 'frosty' and others. I was unable to adequately riposte at the time.

The nurse at the practice examined the affected area and proclaimed, "frostbite" which further solidified my wife's assertion that I should be re-named 'frosty'. Ha Ha etc... everyone is a joker when it's not their balls.

My testicles recovered over the next few weeks, my dignity slowly returned but sadly, my sex-life never achieved the promised glory that was suggested by pre-snip propaganda. This was not in fact due to the vasectomy at all, but a consequence of finding out that my wife's motivation toward this course of action was in part due to her lover, (my best friend) having had a vasectomy.

A short time later, I was a single father of two children with a vasectomy who could have carefree condom-free sex but had no current sex-partner, and an ex-wife who could go fuck herself.

I've since remarried and we have a son through IVF. (needle to the balls to extract wrigglers.) I first attempted a reversal operation but it was unsuccessful. In hindsight 26 years old was too young for me to make that sort of life-changing decision but there was no way of telling 26yr old me that.

Stay frosty!

I always say if you are going to be cold,then BE FROSTY...But DAMN it man!:eek:
 
At twenty-six, I had two children and was happily married. My wife convinced me that birth control would be easier if I simply had a vasectomy. She presented arguments of care-free, gratuitous, condom free sex and research showing that it was a simpler operation for men than the reciprocal surgery for women.

The procedure was conducted in my doctors surgery in less than half an hour. I came home and iced the area as suggested. It was most comfortable sitting in a recliner watching television. I had a cold beer while I sat and watched something as numbing as the ice in my jocks. In no time at all I fell asleep.

I woke some hours later feeling the need to urinate so shuffled off a little uncomfortably to the toilet whereat I discovered I could not remove the bag of ice from my ball-sack. Panicking a little I ran a shower and let the water run over the bag of ice and sack of insulted testes until I was gradually able to peel the ice and plastic away from my red and hairless scrote. The pain of the warm water on the burned skin was mind clouding in intensity and it was about at that my family became aware of a 'situation', alerted by my childlike whimpering and squeals of intense relief as I rubbed cold burn cream onto the boys.

Over the next 5 minutes my offended man parts turned a lovely shade of blister yellow with purple highlights where the pushing and pulling had irritated stitches which were now bleeding.

My wife drove me back to the doctors laughing now and then with self-adulation for her extreme wit and humorous expertise at conjuring nicknames like 'frosty' and others. I was unable to adequately riposte at the time.

The nurse at the practice examined the affected area and proclaimed, "frostbite" which further solidified my wife's assertion that I should be re-named 'frosty'. Ha Ha etc... everyone is a joker when it's not their balls.

My testicles recovered over the next few weeks, my dignity slowly returned but sadly, my sex-life never achieved the promised glory that was suggested by pre-snip propaganda. This was not in fact due to the vasectomy at all, but a consequence of finding out that my wife's motivation toward this course of action was in part due to her lover, (my best friend) having had a vasectomy.

A short time later, I was a single father of two children with a vasectomy who could have carefree condom-free sex but had no current sex-partner, and an ex-wife who could go fuck herself.

I've since remarried and we have a son through IVF. (needle to the balls to extract wrigglers.) I first attempted a reversal operation but it was unsuccessful. In hindsight 26 years old was too young for me to make that sort of life-changing decision but there was no way of telling 26yr old me that.

Stay frosty!

Good story!

Also, they didn't tell me about the potential issues with the stitches. For anyone else thinking of having one: ask your doctor about aftercare.
 
Good story!

Also, they didn't tell me about the potential issues with the stitches. For anyone else thinking of having one: ask your doctor about aftercare.
Such a coincidence that I started posting and bump! this thread.:D

Missing Ann much? I guess I'll do, until she starts posting again… :rolleyes:

BTW Rolinbones: Vasectomy my ass - Rory never had one.
 
Since deplorables are once again on an abortion kick...

...thought it'd be a good time to revisit them badmouthing vasectomy. ;)
 
I’m not letting anyone near my dick with a pair of scissors. Nope, just not that trusting with people in this world🐾Kant
 
LMAO on sitting a bag of frozen peas.

Imagine having the worst case of blue balls known to mankind, and then a beautiful lady grabs hold of your penis and strokes you to oblivion until your very soul has erupted all over her fingers and arm - and she breathes her delight into your ear after she's eaten a Peppermint Patty.

That's what it feels like to sit on a bag of Bird's Eye frozen peas after the procedure.

(And yes, I'm still walking like Chilly Willy.)

LmAo, Been there done that in Feb 1971. Was off work a week. No going back to
work next day for me. could barely walk from the bedroom to the bathroom and or the kitchen. Purple balls and stabbing pains for a week.
Would I do it over again. OH Hell yes. Haven't found a thing wrong with firing
blanks. :devil::devil::devil:;)
 
I must have had a good doctor. No pain...nothing. Snip snip. Done. Back to work the next day.

Absolutely no regrets.
 
No kids for me. Not a hasty decision, either - gave myself years before going through with it.

My doctor told me 30 ejaculations before a sperm test. (Screw Adderall; this is the best prescription, ever.)

What's your post-vasectomy life been like?

Sigh of relief:D
 
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