Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2008 14:33:33 -0500
From: Justin Kase <sbc_tek@hotmail.com>
Subject: Scorpion Roulette

Probably nothing is true here, I probably misremember almost it all.  I
would love to hear what you think.  Email me at sbc_tek@hotmail.com


It started when I was a kid.  I had no pubes and nothing down there had
started to grow.  It was just a dare.  And it grew from there.

There were always things that would sting or stick you.  And one of those,
a scorpion found us.  I'm sure that he was intent on sneaking into our
shoes and inflicting a burning shot of poison into our feet.  Or maybe
crawl across our bedroom ceilings only to drop as we slept and deliver that
sting right where our underwear met our bellies.

Kevin trapped the scorpion in a clear box made to hold fishing stuff.  We
tried putting army ants in with it, neither one was very concerned with the
other.  A beetle just crawled all over the scorpion.  Yet a pencil and
finger would get an attack.  Later that night, when our truth or dare game
progressed as far as it could.  Kevin dared Larry to stick his wiener into
the box with the scorpion.  Kevin knew that Larry would do just about
anything, it didn't really have to be a dare, Larry's wiener was only about
2 and a half inches, it really didn't matter if he was hard or not, he was
always about that long.  It was enough to scare the scorpion, he scooted
off to the corner.  It was as if he was offering a deal, "don't mess with
me and I won't mess with you."

Larry didn't take the deal.  He got just a little too close.  I was so
close that I saw the first stick of the stinger, it picked up a little bit
of skin on his wiener and then sunk in.  Then it was a blur.  Larry jump
immediately, the box and the scorpion went flying.  Kevin started laughing
hard, Dean and I headed for higher ground and looked to spot the scorpion.
Larry danced around and held on to his wiener.  Larry had cussed before,
his favorite cusses were crap, oh dookie, and calling somebody pee-phlegm.
While he was in pain, he came up with words that I know I hadn't heard,
several of which were good enough that they are still in effect today.

Within minutes, there was a big knot right in the middle of Larry's wiener.
It looked hot and it pulsed.  It created a curve, bending his wiener away
from the bump.  Larry had to shake it and squeeze it all around the sting.
We told him to put ice on it.  I pulled an ice cube from my drink and held
it on there.  That worked a little bit and then he stuck his entire wiener
in my drink.  Dean ran to the kitchen and came back with a baggy full of
ice.

The rest of the night, Larry sat there with ice on his wiener.  We tried to
play cards, watch TV, or read comic books.  About the time that we settled
down and forgot about it, Larry would twitch or moan or shift his ice, that
got us all laughing again.

And that scorpion lived only until Larry applied it to the bottom of his
shoe.

Later that year, another scorpion and another opportunity.  We even had to
go get Dean so that it was the complete group.  Instead of the clear box,
we used a box for the kitchen matches.  You could push the end open and see
the scorpion in there.  This time instead of Larry just sticking his dick
in there, we started doing scorpion roulette.  That was a cool name and we
talked about it more than we actually played it.  Larry wasn't about to be
the first one.  Kevin flipped his dick around and got it hard.  He held on
to the box and stuck the tip of his dick in and shook his butt like he was
moving his dick around in the box.  The scorpion was at the bottom and not
even close to Kevin's dick.

I saw what he did so I wanted to go next.  I didn't have to do any flipping
or shaking my dick, I was already hard.  I stuck my dick in and was
mimicking Kevin.  When Dean and Larry pushed on the box and sent the
scorpion sliding towards my dick.  I flinched, I contracted my dick muscles
so that my dick raised up.  And it came down right on the scorpion.  I
could feel the weird body and legs squirming.  Then BAM!  It felt like
somebody shot a huge hot nail out of a nail gun and hit my dick.  I swear I
could even hear the shot when it hit me.  I fell back and when I landed,
the scorpion was still attached to my dick by his stinger.  I knocked it
off and then grabbed my dick.

I think it was the greatest pain I ever felt in my life.  The other three
were laughing hard and actually rolling on the ground.  My dick shrank in
my hand.  The others wanted to see it.  I didn't think about it at the time
but I was embarrassed later on when I thought about how small I was when
they were looking.

I lasted about another 20 minutes of them looking and laughing.  I just
couldn't take it anymore.  I ran home, I had my hand in my front pocket and
holding tight on my dick.  I got home and went right to the bathroom.  I
kept looking at it.  The stinger went in right above my pee hole.  It
almost stung inside my hole.  And there was a bump swelling up and it was
so sore that I couldn't touch it.  I didn't even care if any one was in the
house, I waddled out to the kitchen and got a bowl of ice.  I got in front
of the TV and for the next several hours, I held ice cubes right on that
spot.  My whole dick head was bright red, the shaft was almost as red.  The
ice was pretty good at numbing it.

I did have to get up to piss.  The piss barely started to drip out and it
was buring inside my dick.  The piss just wouldn't come out.  I pushed and
it started spraying all around.  I pointed into the bathtub and kept
pissing.  I had as many tears coming out of my eyes as piss coming out of
my dick.

Right before I went to bed, I got another bowl of ice.  I buried my dick in
the ice and got it numb.  During the night, I rolled over several times and
when my dick got underneath me, I would jump in pain.

The next morning, the swelling may not have been so bad but everything was
so sore.  I couldn't wear underwear without it irritating the sting.  I had
to go out.  I went in an borrowed one of my dad's silk socks.  After trying
some things, I got a rubber band on the base and it held the sock on my
dick.  It wasn't nearly as bad but it still hurt to walk around.

I probably should have taken the sock off when we went swimming.  I noticed
people giving me a weird look and a few girls whispering to each other and
looking at me.  I noticed that you could see the sock through my swim
trunks.  You couldn't tell it was a sock.  It looked either like a huge
mass of pubic hair or my dark dick.

I did survive that one.  And we talked about how to make it fairer next
time.  So, that everybody would have a chance.  We came up with the idea of
using a pizza box.  Cutting holes in the four sides and we all stick out
dicks into the box at the same time.

One summer day, we were just hanging out at Kevin's.  He had been mowing
the lawn and it was hot.  He was completely sweaty and his chest was so
slick looking.  And his happy trail, the little line of pubes from his
belly button to his dick, was really showing up.  Kevin and Larry were out
back and kicking rocks.  They were looking for another scorpion.  We had
been talking about it so much that I knew we were going to do it soon.  The
sting I got was from the year before and even though I swore I would never
do it again, I did.

I was hard as soon as we got close to each other and put the scorpion in
the box.  Kevin and Dean had to flick and shake theirs.  Larry was boned up
and so hard that his dick was bouncing with his heartbeat.  The hole they
cut for my dick was tight.  I got it in just fine but the box would have
stayed on my dick.

We were lifting the box up and trying to get it to slide against the
others.  I felt the scorpion slide right along my dick.  I felt a leg reach
up and try to hold on.  The box was about to fall apart when finally Dean
got stung.

It was on the side, just about where his dick went into the box.  I could
tell it hurt but he was taking it a lot better than me.  In a few minutes,
there was a big knot on the side of his dick and also inside his scrot.
The scorpion did fall out and land in Dean's underwear.  He was more
worried about the scorpion in his underwear than the pain from the sting.
He said later that if it hurt that much on his dick, it would kill him to
get his balls stung.

It was quite awhile before the next round of scorpion roulette.  We were at
the lake, camping out and running around on the boat and trying to ski.
There was a personal pizza box in the pickup and when I saw Kevin and Larry
walking up with the box and trying to be very careful, I knew what was
going on.  We had to get rid of two other guys, they took the boat and ran
some trot lines.

With the help of benches and ice chests, all four of us were able to get
our dicks inside the box from different sides.  We started to shift the box
around.

Instead of feeling a scorpion, I kept feeling the soft skin, hard shaft,
and heat from all the other dicks in the box.  I was rubbing up against all
three.  I thought I was going to start cumming.  I was concentrating on not
shooting but with that much touching, it was so hard to not notice.  I was
really bearing down when all of a sudden, I felt wet hot cum on my dick.
One of the other 3 had cum in the box.

When I felt the hot, slick cum on my dick, I had to let go.  I make all
kinds of weird faces when I cum.  They all felt the hot cum shoot out in
the box.  They were kidding me about it, all I could do was put my head
back, enjoy the cum and just shoot.

Oh, and there was no scorpion in the box.

I wasn't the only one who enjoyed that feeling of hot, healthy, hard dicks
rubbing against my own.  From there on, we forgot about the scorpions, but
still called it scorpion roulette.