By Rhys Leeming

Faaarking hell. I’m up here in Far North Queensland getting some late summer sunshine before the Tasmanian winter sets in. I wake up with an expectant grin for the pre-breakfast activity. We’ve changed almost exclusively to morning sex these days – my erections are a bit stronger at that time of day. With the holiday feeling I was confident that I didn’t need Vitamin V – just a cock ring would be enough.

But then I realize I didn’t pack my cock ring! . My shitful memory and the forgetfulness of old[er] age are an outrage!

Taking a 1/4 tab of Viagra saved the day, but it could’ve and should’ve been so much better if only I’d had that ring snugly around the base of my cock and balls keeping it all nice and tight and hard.

Inventiveness: McGyvering sex with a not-so-hard erection

This afternoon it was a quick trip back to the supermarket to get some girl’s hair ties. Doubled over, they may make a Macgyvered alternative cock ring. Bet he never thought of that solution.

Sorry no photo 🤣 the anguish of the moment and the urgency of the fix cauterised any lateral thinking. I guess that’s why it’s called “Sex Drive.” I got a multi pack of hair ties, different thicknesses and lengths. A thick fabric covered one doubled over did the trick…. Less effective and comfortable, but still a help.

So one encounter without, one with a hair tie, and then the gods have smiled on me.

I found the bloody thing packed in deep in my main luggage. I had taken my cock ring out of my carry-on luggage, just in case I was asked to be searched at airport security to avoid embarrassment. And completely forgot what I had done. It was a very happy morning earlier today I can tell you!

Editor’s notes:

• This is an edited version of a post that first appeared on the excellent Sex, Love and Prostate Cancer Facebook group.
• Read more about the author’s prostate cancer story.
• And here’s more on the hard and soft of sex.