My Summer Amusements

I really like it when insects bite me and I want to talk about it: about horseflies, gadflies, and botflies, and of course, flies are always involved. Although I've been into this for a long time, I don't do it very often—due to my capabilities and busy schedule.

Usually, horseflies, gadflies, and botflies appear and bite especially hard in the middle of summer during lunch on a bright sunny day. There are especially many of them in places where cattle, cows, and horses graze and near watering holes. I come to the village and put on my specially prepared pants with a cutout in the genital area, and over them, simple tights. On the shore, I take off the tights and remain in the pants with the hole,

through which my penis and balls immediately fall out into the open.

I find a spot near the water and in the sun and cover my face and hands with a towel so they don't get bitten either, and I bend my knees and spread my legs wide. I lie like that for no more than five minutes. Horseflies and all the others appear quickly, and here come the first bites. I even flinch, and my hands reach out to swat them, but I restrain myself and only slightly lift the towel and my head to peek out. Judging by the bites, several are already sitting there, drinking my bad blood. Then bites follow one after another, and I get used to them, and a sporting interest arises—how much can I endure? I lie there and sometimes peek out.

Within an hour, my entire penis and balls are covered with these insects, and the penis seems to be moving. The bites are no longer felt, and I become indifferent to what's happening under the layer of insects—just curious about when they'll drink their fill and fly away. But there are many of them and only one penis, and unable to hold out, after about an hour and a half, I get up and shoo them all away, unless someone scares them off earlier. On the grass, there are a few red drops—blood dripped. The entire penis itches, is covered in blisters and bites, and blood oozes from the wounds eaten away by flies. The glans always got the most.

The skin there is thin, and they bite it like a sieve in just over an hour. And of course, afterward, the entire bitten area becomes one huge bruise, and I heal it for two or three weeks, and even then not completely. During the summer, I manage to have such fun a maximum of two times if I wait for everything to heal, but if I don't wait, I could do it every day—only I'm afraid that especially the skin on the glans might not survive. And there's another danger in such experiments or entertainments of mine—it's hot in summer, and the chewed-up skin on the penis starts to chafe, and it's possible that rotting could occur—I once almost let it get to that point, came to my senses in time, and became more careful.

If I didn't feel so sorry for my penis and balls, I would let the insects bite it as much as possible, even if they gnawed it all off, but I couldn't lie under the sun for that long without anyone noticing, although to be completely honest, this idea often occurred to me, and that's why I endured as long as I could, meaning, as long as I had the strength to bear it.

Mosquitoes are also very interesting insects—only they whine disgustingly.

Some swell up and become burgundy, while others poke their noses around, looking for a better spot to insert their proboscis. It's so interesting. A few times, while watching all this, I came without even touching my penis. Of course, afterward, when you leave the forest, a terrible itch starts, and sitting on the edge, you jerk your penis until it's red to somehow soothe it.

In the evenings, there are also these insects, but on the shore. Midges appear, which bite painfully, and after them, everything itches terribly. I tried a few times, and each time I was ready to tear everything off to get rid of the itch. With midges, it's even simpler. You lie on the shore and wait, having pulled your equipment out of your fly. Midges quickly sense it and fly over, landing on the exposed area, and as soon as a few manage to bite and drink blood from the penis or scrotum—immediately such a multitude of them swarms that you lie there and endure, gritting your teeth so hard that a grinding sound is heard, they bite so painfully. Blisters and swelling appear quickly, followed by a terrible itch.

Midges are small and easily crawl between hairs, and in pubic hair, it's especially hard to scratch afterward. I even shaved my genitals specifically for this, so insects could easily bite everywhere, and I could scratch later. These are truly indescribable sensations and feelings.

I also once decided to try bee stings, remembering how one stung my hand in childhood, and my whole hand swelled up. So I decided to catch one and put it on my penis. I managed to catch one using an open matchbox, then put the bee into a plastic bag and lowered my equipment in after it. The bee buzzed in the corner, and I had to press it a bit against my penis. Well, it stung. I almost cried out in pain. Soon everything calmed down and even felt somehow extraordinarily good. I caught another one, and then more, about six or seven in total.

They stung me in different places, even on the glans—it was very painful, but I endured. Swelling didn't appear, and I began to doubt it would. Aching in the lower abdomen and groin area drowned everything out, and I calmly continued working after lunch, and when I needed to pee, I reached into my pants, and there it was so warm and something big. I pulled everything out and got scared myself. The skin on my penis was stretched tight, and everything was swollen, looking like it might burst. The entire penis was hot and barely fit through the fly.

Then my brain switched to what I saw, and I struggled to get through the rest of the workday. Between my legs, I felt something always in the way—so hot and reddened. In the evening at home, I lay naked on the bed and examined what seemed to be swelling before my eyes. The next day, I didn't even go to work; it was hard to move my legs, and it hurt when I touched my penis. The swelling lasted about four days and then slowly began to subside, after which itching appeared, and I spent all my free time rubbing my hand along the length of my swollen penis. And after two weeks, everything calmed down, and not even traces remained—only dots from the stingers, which I didn't pull out immediately but only after the swelling went down.

It seemed very interesting and unusual to me, and after about ten more days, I decided to repeat it. I found a flowering shrub and started catching bees using a matchbox, putting them into a plastic bag, pressing them against my penis and even my scrotum. I didn't choose where to get stung. I wanted to place as many as possible. In over an hour, I managed to catch about 18 bees, and all stung my genitals, leaving their stingers in them, and only when another two or three stung me—I don't remember exactly—something started spinning in my head, and even nausea appeared. I stopped immediately.

By evening, everything swelled up and reddened so much that I walked like a cavalryman, couldn't move my legs, and started deliberately limping, explaining to everyone that I stepped awkwardly and sprained my leg. They sent me home, and I lay at home for a week without getting dressed. Everything swelled even more, and when I walked around the room, I lifted everything with my hands and held it in the air so it wouldn't rub. I could talk about this for a long time, but it's all the same. Since then, every summer I've amused myself with bees like this and continue now. Only one problem arose—the body's habituation, and it doesn't swell as much as the first times. But now I can place over thirty bees on my penis and balls.

Quite recently, I was looking for new opportunities and new insects, and Colorado potato beetles caught my eye. They are, of course, nasty, and if you crush them, they stink. But I thought that they somehow bite and eat potato foliage, and not only them, but other beetles too, and I started collecting all kinds I came across—on fences, in the forest, and on grass. There were many species; I didn't count. Big and small, with antennae and without, and they all looked very scary. So, having collected over three dozen of them, I put them all in one bag and lowered my penis and balls into it, and to prevent the beetles from crawling out, I tied it at the base. I let the air out of the bag so my pants wouldn't bulge and went walking around the yard.

Soon, someone bit painfully, and I immediately dropped my pants and started examining. I didn't think such a thing could happen, and soon I saw for myself. Several beetles had little pincers like horns, pinching the skin on my penis and practically biting through it, and then a small strip about 2 mm appeared, with a droplet of blood oozing out, and they sucked it. After making several such punctures in the skin, they crawled around them and tried to make new ones, and I got scared.

They'd shred all the skin on my penis like a sieve, so I released them all. Now I experiment with only one or two beetles—I don't put many on my genitals. It's hard to keep track of them all. But Colorado beetles aren't so dangerous—they just wear down the skin in large numbers but can't bite through. After them, the skin, especially the foreskin, becomes flabby and thin. I sometimes even collect about fifty Colorado beetles, put them all in a bag with my penis and balls, and go to sleep. Good thing there are plenty of them on potatoes—you can collect and experiment all summer. And after the bites, the release becomes three times as pleasant.

I've tried other insects and beetles too, but there's nothing to describe there, except maybe that earthworms very easily penetrate the urethra (urinary canal), and then when I go to pee—they fly out with the urine—interesting, but not as arousing.

Now I live in a village near a forest and often, as soon as spring comes and everything alive awakens, I wander through the forest in search of new insects to experience new sensations, but I don't forget the old ones, even though I have to repeat myself. We have a river nearby and many swamps and ponds around—so the opportunities to find something are very great, and I hope that this summer I'll find new sensations again and maybe write about them.