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DANGEROUS VEGETABLES
In my early to mid-teenage school years, many of us were more or less obsessed with masturbation and its delights, wanking being the ordinary word we used. Not that we ever did it for each other, just had a lot of fun watching each other doing it in one of several hideouts where we were sure of not getting caught. Competitions were held to see whose spunk shot furthest and how much there was. Just about every classmate knew what was going on, with never a word to anyone in any kind of authority.
By the time I left school aged 16 to attend a local college, I had discovered how to make home-made dildos. Using these could get me into a frantic state of excitement often lasting 30 minutes or more before I got to the point of ejaculation. That usually happened with only a couple of light strokes of my cock. When I was doing like that, my cock got so stiff that it hurt, with that place under my balls a ridge of muscle. The place I most often did it was on our bathroom floor, lying naked on a thick old towel there.
The home-made dildo I started with was a plastic Coke bottle with plenty of lube on it, but I gave up on that because it hurt. After that, I found several vegetables that were lots better. I tried cucumber and carrots. The carrots were best of all because they were hard & solid. Finding a big thick carrot with a point, I could get one all 8 or 9 inches up inside me, starting lying on my back, shoving it in with both hands, then sitting up, lowering myself down on on it.
I had done this with a big thick carrot a good number of times before I had the accident. Maybe a few days had gone by without doing it. Whatever the reason, I was just dying to get down to it. I was quite muscular especially in my legs with swimming, a thing I loved, so it was easy for me to balance on the carrot I was using.
Before I knew what was happening, I started a strong orgasm, with my spunk shooting out. The spasms made me lose control so much that I lost my balance, collapsing on the carrot under me. It went right up inside me. Still out of breath, I rolled about on the floor, trying to get hold of the end of the carrot. It was no good. I couldn't even get a finger in there. Once I got to my feet and had a long drink of water, I sat on the lav, hoping that the carrot would pop out. It didn't. I could feel it up inside me, hurting a bit when I walked. Back in my room, I struggled into a pair of boxers, my tracksuit and trainers. There was nothing I could do except phone for a taxi to get me to the A & E at the hospital. It wasn't far, but with that big carrot inside me, I couldn't have walked there.
Luckily, I didn't have long to wait because sitting on a hard chair felt real bad. A male nurse led me into a cubicle with a bed, drawing the curtain. Red-faced, I told him about the carrot up inside me. He shook his head, just asking me my name & age. After only a few minutes, he came back with a young doctor who told me his name. He was Scottish. With my boxers & trainer bottoms round my ankles, he had me lie on the bed on my side with my knees up. "This needs some local anaesthetic, Robert, before I can use this." `This' was a thing made of stainless steel like used to open vaginas. "I'll rub some round your anus and just inside."
With thin gloves on, he rubbed something cold there. After that, I hardly felt the thing opening me but I could feel him pulling the carrot out.
That was an amazing relief. I couldn't keep from gasping. He wiped my anus with something, told me to get dressed. When I stood up off the bed, the doctor was holding the carrot, just looking at it. "Look, Robert, what you do is your own business. You're old enough to know what's risky. Take my advice, the 5 veg a day rule means eat them." He and the nurse grinned. I was given a plastic bag for the carrot and was free to leave. I threw it into a rubbish bin on the way home.
I was able to walk home inside 20 minutes. When I went in there to pee, I realised that I'd forgotten to clean my cum off the bathroom floor. It had gone three feet from where I'd been sitting on the carrot. After that scare, I never again used any home-made dildo.
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