OK, blue balls. Pain in the balls after extended (male, obviously) arousal with no ejaculation.
I’ve experienced this. First ever sexual encounter, walking down the stairs in the morning was bad news. Later on, my first girlfriend never got me off, so I had it several times after spending the night with her, with varying levels of pain/discomfort. I’d even had it before when, say, a solo session was interrupted by unexpected visitors (“Georgie, what are you doing?!”)
My sex ed teacher in high school broached the subject. “Blue balls…” I groaned a little groan to myself… “…does not exist. It’s a way for guys to trick girls into finishing them off.” No one batted an eye.
So what’s the deal? Why are some people so sure it’s imaginary? I don’t think it’s a valid excuse to make the girl do something she doesn’t want to (nothing is). But it’s real, and it can be downright painful, depending on the circumstances. In my experience, it’s lasted up to maybe and hour and a half, give or take.
Guys, have you had it? Have you used it to get finished off?
Girls, has a guy told you he had blue balls? How did you react?
No one has said it to me, but if they did I’d tell them to take care of the problem themself. There have been times when I’ve asked my partner to finish by themself anyway, usually because I was getting tired or sore. [2-3 solid hours of intercourse will do that]
Arousal causes the increased production of sperm, IIRC, which is collected in the epididymis. Since the seminal vesicle is full and ain’t getting emptied anytime soon the sperm has nowhere to go. That swelling adjacent to the testes is what I’d guess causes that nasty, painful, can’t-walk-fully-upright feeling.
And as to the OP I’ve tried to take care of it myself but even a good ejaculation isn’t enough to relieve the pain. Only time seems to heal that…
When I was a teenager (all nerve endings and hormones) there was many a date when I returned home so sore I could hardly walk.
After a point it seemed like not even a DIY project would help. Only time seemed to help.
Cecil speaks on Blue Balls. Yes it’s a real thing (and hurts like hell), but lots of girls don’t believe it exists. I think this is probably because guys might be tempted to use it as a guilt trip for a climax even if they’re not experiencing it.
I think “doesn’t exist” refers more to guys claiming that blue-balls are damaging to their health on a long term basis; “But it’s not gooood for meee!”.
I knew a guy once who claimed blue-balls would make him sterile.
FWIW, my junior high sex ed teacher talked about blue balls and was adamant that the condition did indeed exist. She was also very clear, however, that it was a temporary state and should not be used as an excuse to badger partners into sex.
I’ve never personally had a guy tell me he was afflicted, but that’s probably got a lot to do with the fact that I’m relatively easy…
A few years ago, I experienced this uncomfortable affliction with the pain getting bad enough that I ended up driving myself to the ER at around 3am on a Tuesday night (after speaking with a nurse over the phone).
It was, of course, a bit embarrassing being there for that reason and the intake nurse was this very effeminate guy* asking all the relevant questions. He even asked if I used a “cock ring”, which caught me off guard since it didn’t sound like much of a technical term (perhaps “penile enhancement device” would have been better?).
After then waiting for a couple of minutes, the doctor walks in (young, Asian guy) and the first thing he says is: “So Joel! What’s wrong with your balls?!?!”
In the end, I’m given some Vicodin and a shot in the butt (antibiotics?). I hate shots and so I asked the intake nurse (yes, the same “cock ring” one) if it was going to hurt. He said, “Well, it ain’t gonna hurt me!”
It was a funny experience.
*to avert any possible charge of 'phobia, the nurse and I butter our bread on the same side . .
Last night, actually, was the worst case I’ve had since I was 20. I didn’t say a word to her - but when I sat in my car upon leaving, I had a word or two to say. I was afraid to move my leg to brake the car! An hour or so after I left the source of the, ummmm, tension, I was better. I might tell her tonight, in passing: “You wanna make out for four hours again tonight? Say, did you know blue balls can give you cancer?” Yep, Mr. Subtle, that’s me.
Well, I think the reason that some people think it doesn’t exist is that some guys say “blue balls” when they really mean “I’m really horny and I really want to come.”
Obviously, there is really such a thing as “blue balls,” but I would guess it’s a relatively rare condition for most guys. I asked my husband, and he said he only had it once, but it really sucked.
Okay, this is a hijack, but it does speak to the subject of odd colors in the male anatomy.
I read the autobiography of one of my favorite actors, and he spoke about having prostate surgery. The affected area was purple for a while, from bruising I guess, so he says he wrote a little poem about it for his wife.
I never saw a purple cock,
I never thought there’d be one.
But think of this to ease the shock
Be glad it’s not a wee one.
I have had it twice while in college. First one was playing Sade and everything, it was a sure thing until it wasn’t. Damn long walk home the next morning. Ditto for #2 (minus the Sade, but with the long walk). Of course at that time, walking out of the women’s dorm at 6:30am, everyone THOUGHT I got some, and I didn’t correct them.
I hat eto admit to it, but yes, even I have had it…once!
It started about one hour after my girlfriend and I had our little couch wrestling session. I was probably about 20 years old, and by the time I got home, I was in PAIN!!!
The doc told me to wank off, and I would be just fine, so I did and I was.
Never had it since. Which is wierd, because my wife and I may make love for quite a while and although I will sweat profusely during that 1-3 hours of fun, I may never ejaculate or orgasm.
Sure it feels good, but in order to keep going, I have to supress the orgasm. I am just a sex slave to my wife after all.
First time was when I was 15 and with my first girlfriend. We had one of those long make-out sessions which left me bow-legged and with cottonmouth. We started having sex soon after, however, and it didn’t happen again (with her).
Second time was when I was in my early 20’s. A long night at a new acquantance’s house with lots of fooling around. I drove straight to work the next morning and ended up masturbating in the restroom.
