When I was 14, I fell off my bike and had the wind knocked out of me. I was at my aunt's house, and she came over and asked if I was all right. I just nodded, I couldn't catch my breath. She put her hand on my stomach and said "does it hurt here... " I shook my head no, and she put her hand right onto my crotch and said "...or lower?" I was 14 years old, and my fairly attractive aunt had just put her hand on me... it took me all of a half second to respond physically to her touch, fully and completely. She smiled and said "we'd better get you inside, you feel swollen and I will help relieve the pressure". We went in, and she took me to her room, and had me lay back. She took my shorts off, and my briefs, and sure enough I was swollen all right... she helped relieve the swelling by sucking out the liquid that had apparently caused the swelling; it took less that 30 seconds. Tragically, the swelling returned a short time later; this second time she thought it best if she took the swollen part into her body and worked it out through massage. Watching as it went into her, and then feeling it all the way inside; I had to agree that this new method had a great deal of merit as a treatment for my swelling. This second time around, it was a longer period of time to reduce the swelling, although an nearly equal amount of liquid was removed before the swelling was reduced. But even then, the swelling did not go away completely, and before I knew it; the swelling returned. She suggested we try a different position, perhaps with me on top of her and pointing slightly downward into her, and suggested I thrust repeatedly in an effort to eject all of the swelling - inducing liquid. That technique worked well, although we did have to endure two additional treatments before the swelling abated for the day. Several times during the summer, we did have to repeat the process; as well as over the course of the next few years, throughout high school. Looking back on it, I know that it was wrong, although I have to say that most of the time I felt fortunate. I do know that during high school, with girls my own age; I had quite a good reputation because I was... better than the other guys my age...
