Last weekend I met up with a friend for a movie and dinner. Per usual I was running late and had to hurry once I got out the shower to quickly dress and get to the cinema before the previews started.
I hate missing previews. When they come on I like to quickly air clap and whisper to my friend “Ooo wee I love previews.” It usually gets me a hateful leer but friends are supposed to tolerate the quirks of their friends and this is one of mine.
After the previews and the movie got underway I slowly moved in my seat for a more comfortable position when I felt a slight pinch down there… below the waste and above the thigh… in the crotch area. It was a subtle pinch but it got my attention.
I kinda liked it. It was unexpected and it sent a nice sensation through the region.
Without anyone noticing I ever so slightly wiggled my hips to reproduce the sensation. It felt better the second time.
The only way I can describe it was that it was a tickling of the testes. The right one, not the left, to be exact. The kind of tickle you get when a gentle touch, like a breath, seductively blows over the area. It was foreplay, but in this instance there was no way it could go any further than it had.
I was hooked and wanted more.
I wiggled enough to enjoy a prolonged tickle. I closed my eyes and uttered a low-voiced tight lipped “ooh.” My friend shot me a “what the fuck are you doing” look. I motioned to the screen as if I was totally into the movie.
And then as quickly as it happened it stopped.
After the movie it was off to dinner and then out for some gelato.
It wasn’t until I was heading to my car to go home that I felt a sharp movement in my crotch. This wasn’t a tickle. This was a stabbing and it wouldn’t stop. I had no choice but to immediately unzip my pants right there in the parking lot and reach in and cup myself until I found out what was causing torment to my testes.
And that’s when I felt it. Something hard.
I pulled it out of my pants…
It was my Fitbit, my pedometer that measures the steps I take each day.
In my haste to not be late I had hooked it to my underwear as I ran around my apartment getting dressed. (I never want to miss a step.) Unfortunately it didn’t hook on the waste band and every so slowly slid down my crotch.
I quickly zipped my pants, and that’s when I noticed I had walked nearly 13,000 steps (over six miles) that day. Yeah!
True story.
I hate missing previews. When they come on I like to quickly air clap and whisper to my friend “Ooo wee I love previews.” It usually gets me a hateful leer but friends are supposed to tolerate the quirks of their friends and this is one of mine.
After the previews and the movie got underway I slowly moved in my seat for a more comfortable position when I felt a slight pinch down there… below the waste and above the thigh… in the crotch area. It was a subtle pinch but it got my attention.
I kinda liked it. It was unexpected and it sent a nice sensation through the region.
Without anyone noticing I ever so slightly wiggled my hips to reproduce the sensation. It felt better the second time.
The only way I can describe it was that it was a tickling of the testes. The right one, not the left, to be exact. The kind of tickle you get when a gentle touch, like a breath, seductively blows over the area. It was foreplay, but in this instance there was no way it could go any further than it had.
I was hooked and wanted more.
I wiggled enough to enjoy a prolonged tickle. I closed my eyes and uttered a low-voiced tight lipped “ooh.” My friend shot me a “what the fuck are you doing” look. I motioned to the screen as if I was totally into the movie.
And then as quickly as it happened it stopped.
After the movie it was off to dinner and then out for some gelato.
It wasn’t until I was heading to my car to go home that I felt a sharp movement in my crotch. This wasn’t a tickle. This was a stabbing and it wouldn’t stop. I had no choice but to immediately unzip my pants right there in the parking lot and reach in and cup myself until I found out what was causing torment to my testes.
And that’s when I felt it. Something hard.
I pulled it out of my pants…
It was my Fitbit, my pedometer that measures the steps I take each day.
In my haste to not be late I had hooked it to my underwear as I ran around my apartment getting dressed. (I never want to miss a step.) Unfortunately it didn’t hook on the waste band and every so slowly slid down my crotch.
I quickly zipped my pants, and that’s when I noticed I had walked nearly 13,000 steps (over six miles) that day. Yeah!
True story.
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