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I was about 7. It was late spring early summer. Really nice day outside and we had been playing a game of smear the queer (is it still called that?). Anyways I had taken a break and went over near some bushes where there was a huge patch of those small fake looking mini strawberry plants - you know the type very low to the ground, they grow tiny green shaped strawberries and that is about it. Anyways bee's love them apparently. My mind was still on getting back into the game, so I whipped out my tiny wiener and let loose to relieve myself. Apparently the stream had agitated a bee and it flew up and stung me right on the side of my pecker head.
It hurt like nothing I can really imagine since. I remember screaming and running about with my pants falling down. People came and laughed at me something hard. Along with the pain came the swelling and I thought my diddle stick was going to explode. I had to ride my bike home which sucked even more and I had a real hard time even wanting to tell my parents yet at the same time I was fearful for my pee pee - fear won out and I got to visit the ER and have others check out my swollen weeny. Tuned out I was not allergic, but they gave me some drugs so that I would not scratch it.
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