Soulfly3
Footballguy
Well... Gonna try to open a thread about another person we pay to often mingle with our junk. Hopefully this one stays open.
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Story 1: The Physical
I should preface this by mentioning that my doctor is a 6'7" Jamaican immigrant. He is so thin and dark that he looks like Manute Bol, but speaks in a thick Peter Tosh accent. The guy is ROFL hilarious.
I go for my FIRST ever physical with him that I can remember in my early 20s. I walk into the office, and he gives me "what's up Brother" kind of hand shake/highfive... We shoot the #### and then we get down to business.
"Ah-rite sir, drop dem pahnts fah me"
They go down... He kneels infront of me, and still seems to be as tall as me (note: Im 6'1", but this Doc is one lanky SOB). In what feels like the slowest of slow motion, he reaches out and spreads open his Clyde Drexler sized mits and cups my scrote.
I look down for what feels like an eternity, and have never felt so ashamed. My sack looked like a single portion of crab rangoon on a family sized platter. Like a star among the night's sky.
"Jesus" I said... and started chuckling to myself as I turned and stared at the ceiling.
"Dun worry, dun worry.. not all dem people have di blessings like a jamaican", he says in an attempt to make me feel better?
Ive always been pretty confident in my junk. Im not packing Lex Steele stype business, but Im happy with what I got. That is, until they were cupped by the hand of Black Galactus.
As I left the office, he gave me a single pat on the back. Degrading.
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Story 1: The Physical
I should preface this by mentioning that my doctor is a 6'7" Jamaican immigrant. He is so thin and dark that he looks like Manute Bol, but speaks in a thick Peter Tosh accent. The guy is ROFL hilarious.
I go for my FIRST ever physical with him that I can remember in my early 20s. I walk into the office, and he gives me "what's up Brother" kind of hand shake/highfive... We shoot the #### and then we get down to business.
"Ah-rite sir, drop dem pahnts fah me"
They go down... He kneels infront of me, and still seems to be as tall as me (note: Im 6'1", but this Doc is one lanky SOB). In what feels like the slowest of slow motion, he reaches out and spreads open his Clyde Drexler sized mits and cups my scrote.
I look down for what feels like an eternity, and have never felt so ashamed. My sack looked like a single portion of crab rangoon on a family sized platter. Like a star among the night's sky.
"Jesus" I said... and started chuckling to myself as I turned and stared at the ceiling.
"Dun worry, dun worry.. not all dem people have di blessings like a jamaican", he says in an attempt to make me feel better?
Ive always been pretty confident in my junk. Im not packing Lex Steele stype business, but Im happy with what I got. That is, until they were cupped by the hand of Black Galactus.
As I left the office, he gave me a single pat on the back. Degrading.