Djam07: Sorry haven’t had time to answer your PM. But it is better to do it here anyway.
The donut is most likely from too much pressure, too cool a tube, or too long in the tube, not from the vibrator. However using the vibrator is a pain in the ass. I’m working on a new idea for a hands free way to do this. I will post about it in a bit.
Ticktickticker: I have not had sex with the urologist I am seeing now. She insists on keeping our relationship strictly professional: But, trust me, I’m working on it, because she is hot.
However my past urologist, Doc the one I write about often here, knows more about my dick than I do. She examined it for years, and still takes a look at it, every now and then, on a more friendly level. :leftie:
But I get asked about this a lot, so here is a quick refresher for the new guys who haven’t read my Doc threads. This thread is about mixing PE with sex, so I guess it is on topic.
The first time Doc saw my dick, I weighed 333 pounds. This was before I discovered PE. I remember the exam well. Sitting in that cold exam room in just my briefs and the little blue, paper bib they give a hefty man for a gown. What little dick I had was shriveled to the max. She took her stool and asked me to stand and drop them. There she was eye level to a fat pat, but no dick. She actually had to pull my tiny flaccid one incher out of the fat pad with her fingers to see it. It was probably the most humiliating moment of my life. The incident is burned into my brain., and I was so devastated by this, that I was determined to do something about it. This is when I discovered Thunders. I also became obsessed with loosing weight. Which I did. I lost 130 pounds and whittled my fat pad down to nearly nothing by swimming, power walking and popping ephedrine.
One year later I could actually see my dick without a mirror for the first time in many years. Plus, when I went back for my annual, physical exam I cheated a bit. Before I left the house I had been doing girth work all day right up to my afternoon appointment. I took a 20 MG Calis that morning when I got up. I even clamped off an engorgement and kept the clamp on during the drive over to her office. I popped the clamp off and went in to the waiting room. Then after vitals were taken I was taken to that same little exam room where I had been so humiliated the year before. So While I waited for Doc, I finished up with my routine. Dry jelqs, mostly, I mean what can you do in a doctors office, beside dry jelqs and tucking a Fowfer. In fact, I was sitting on a Fowfer on the exam table when she came in. She rolled her little rollie stool over, asked me to stand and drop them. When I did a huge, swollen, post PEed to death, dick flopped out. This time she didn’t have to pull it out with her fingers to see it. She had to lift it up and to the side to see my scrotum. It was heavy; a very heavy hunk of meat in her tiny gloved hand.
And this was the start of a beautiful relationship.