Its been a while since the Pagan and I have had a really long sex session. As we’ve documented before, I’ve been experiencing some penis pain when I cum. It’s been happening for a few years now.
Last Tuesday the Pagan drove me to the hospital and the doctor fixed my dick. Which is good. Very good.
(Okay, I’ll stop stating the obvious now!)
We’d been to the doctor a couple of weeks before. Last time this same doc had advised us to concentrate on the IVF first, so he was delighted to see our little one. Even more so since his own kids were IVF too. When we said we wanted to get to the bottom of it he said the magic words.
“I think we’d better stick a camera up there and have a look. Whatta ya think?”. Yeh, why not. It’s nothing compared to what the Pagan has gone through of late.
Its no secret the Pagan and I haven’t been having an awful lot of sex lately. She’s feeling very “touched out” with the breast feeding, everyone’s tired and really, its not always the first thing on either of our minds when we find ourselves in bed together. So when it got to the night before and we hadn’t done it, I genuinely wanted to be able to answer the doc if he asked how the symptoms were.
“Hey Pagan, can I fuck you so I know how much it hurts?”. Well, it was a little more involved than that, but that’s what I felt like I was asking. What a terrible thing to ask of one’s lover. As soon as I put it in, though, the Pagan lit up.
“Oh, my god, that feels good.” And there was me, about to blow quickly, just to get it over with. Bugger!
Anyway, long story short, Tuesday came around and three years of increasingly painful sex came down to nothing more than my seminal ducts being squashed between my bladder and my prostate. A jiggle here and an adjustment there and that was it. I was out of the anaesthetic about two hours after we arrived at the hospital!
So, by Thursday night, of course, I was hanging out to road test it. As regular readers would know, I can be pretty unsubtle when it comes to begging the Pagan for sex. The term ‘puppy dog eyes’ comes to mind!
We’d been kissing on the couch watching tv. As we were heading to bed the Pagan put some music on - often, but not always, a bit of a cue. She brushed her teeth which is not something either of us usually do before bed. (Turns out my breath was bad and she was trying to dupe me into doing it too… which worked, by the way!)
Boy, this post is really starting to drag out the minutiae, isn’t it? 
Suffice to say I begged and the Pagan said no. Emphatically no! We snuggled up and I was trying to fall asleep when she broke the silence.
“I can’t keep a straight face any longer!”
“Oh, really? And just how long were you planning to mess with my head?”
“Not sure”, she winked (or she probably winked. It was dark, after all!)
“Ha-de-bloody-ha”, says me. “But we are going to, right? :)”
So, we did.
And I came.
And it didn’t hurt. My smile must’ve lit up the dark!
Now I guess I’ll have to learn to do it for a long time again
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