Maybe.
Here’s the deal: I haven’t had any type of sexual relations (and by that I mean with a partner or on my own) in about two weeks. It was 10 days ago I started dating a nice young lady and this past Tuesday on our fourth date we had a romantic dinner. Afterwards one thing led to another and nature began to take its course. When I got an erection I also got a feeling in the back of my skull I had never experienced along with a stiffy. . . pain. Bad pain. I tried to ignore it, but the hotter and heavier we got, the worse the pain got. It was a throbbing, hammering, agonizing bolt of pain that ran from the back of my neck across the right side of of my head to behind my eye.
I’m a guy (I guess you figured that out earlier from my use of the term “erection”) and I have my pride. I wasn’t gonna stop - no way. This was our first time as a couple and I’ll be damned if I was going to freak this girl out by stopping and running screaming across the bedroom. Plus some sick part of me thought “maybe when I come, the release will make the pain stop”. Wrong. Very very wrong.
I was able to “finish”, but the pain then went from roughly an 8 on the old 1 to 10 scale to (as Spinal Tap would say) an 11. Intense, mind blowing pain. Just awful. I can honestly say that I have never lost an erection that fast in my life. I must have gone from steel to sapling in about 2 seconds. Now I’m running across the bedroom screaming. My poor date didn’t know what to think, but hell neither did I. I tried to explain to her what I was feeling and that it was my first time having this happen. She attempted to be understanding and nice and helpful - but neither of us know what to do. She ascertains I might need some alone time so she grabs her clothes and makes as dignified an exit as is possible in the given circumstances.I take some Advil and try to wait it out.
One hundred and twenty minutes. Two of the most excrutiating hours of my entire life. With every heartbeat my head throbs with the pain. Nothing helps. Nothing. Not standing or sitting or lying. Not cold wash cloths or hot compresses or ice placed directly on the skin. I’m in agony. I want to die. Seriously, if someone had walked into my apartment and said “NothingMan I know what you are going through and I can make it stop right now, but you have to let me cut off your right arm.” - I’d have made that deal, no questions asked. Finally the pain subsides enough to be barely tolerable (it took 6 Advil folks - 6*). It is now Thursday and the dull throb still has not gone away. Its nowhere (and I mean nowhere) near like those first two hours. . . but its still annoying.
So I checked online today and evidently this is not that rare a condition. It seems there are some men out there who have had the same experience. The problem is that the condition of getting a migrane pre-orgasm can be one that goes on for six weeks or six months. It can go away for years and then reappear with no warning. Some sites have mentioned certain migrane drugs that can be taken two hours before “getting busy” that might stop it from happening.
Look folks, the problem I have with that last sentence is “might”. Might?? Pavlov had the right idea. The mere thought of sex makes me cringe. I do not want to go through those two hours again EVER. There IS a hell and I was there for two hours, and I ain’t going back for no one! This is bad. I want a wife, I want a family. . . I like sex, really I do. What am I supposed to do?
I’m running scared. What if I get morning wood? What if I accidently stumble across some porn? (Granted that doesn’t happen often but you get my point.) I liked this young lady - what in the world am I gonna do? How can I face an existence that precludes ever having another orgasm again for the rest of my life?
Has any other doper had a similar situation happen to them? I need some help here. . .