Let me set the stage for you. It was spring break 15 years ago. I was fifteen and couldn't go anywhere. But I was home alone with access to all the internet porn at the blazing dial up speed of 56k that my feeble teenage mind could handle. I had spent the first couple days of the week doing what you'd guess I was doing.

Let me also mention I was a bit of a pyromaniac and loved to play with candles. Don't get ahead of me, it's not what you're thinking. Anyway, I had played with this candle melting the wax and what not. I blew out the candle and poured off the melted wax to get to the soft unmelted layer beneath. I scrapped out what I could and was playing with it like play doh. Then I rolled it up into a pencil shape about 2" long. That's when my porn addled mind came up with a "genius" idea. "I wonder what this would feel like in my dick."

Without hesitation, I dropped my shorts and proceeded with my endeavor to explore the unexplored. About halfway I was thinking this felt strange but after the better part of a week of choking the chicken, anything different felt good. So I pushed it in until I could barely see it. I sat there touching myself thinking it wasn't half bad, but then I noticed my little wax probe was slowly disappearing deeper. I tried to squeeze it back out with my hand with no luck. It was too deep. Panic started to set in. My mind was racing on how I could get this out. As I fumbled wth my junk, I soon realized that the object I sought to remove had disappeared completely. It was gone, vanished, escaped deep into the recesses of my anatomy. Then came full blown panic mode. Burn the furniture, break the windows, call the cops. It's going down and it's getting ugly. I was grasping for ideas.

First I thought pee it out. Ran to the bathroom. Push like hell. Nothing. Fuck. Then I thought maybe I can find it via the backdoor. Jumped in the shower and did a little searching for treasure. Again, no luck. As I sat in the shower, scared to death, I came up with my last ditch effort. Maybe I could ejaculate it out. I began to beat it like it owed me money. I was furiously going at it. The fap and the furious. Then came the moment of truth. I would like to tell you at this point that I had a glorious explosion of cum and wax to great relief, but I'd be lying. It was very weak with only a small amount to come out. That was it, my last chance to extract my homemade toy.

I just sat in the shower crying and scared. Most people would say go to the doctor. That's what I should have done. But being only fifteen, I couldn't take myself and there was no way in hell I was telling my parents about this. So I didn't do anything. I just prayed it would come out on its own. So I went about my life.

The pain was excruciating. Any movement below the waist felt like being stuck in the dick with a knife. Every step I took, I could feel a sharp pain in my crotch. I constantly felt like I had to pee and was on the verge of pissing myself. But whenever I went to the bathroom, only a small amount of pinkish urine would come out. I knew it was probably in my bladder but I was too embarrassed to even think about seeing a doctor. So I just lived with it everyday. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. The pain never got better. I just resigned myself to the fact that this was my life now.

Fast forward two years to the summer after graduation. Some friends and I were having a party and drinking. We decide to take our drunk asses to a strip club. So we go and are having a good time. Suddenly I have to pee like no tomorrow. I just assume it's the alcohol talking. I head to the bathroom and do my business. As I'm peeing, the flow kind of slows down to a trickle and I get this very weird feeling coming up the length of my dick. And then I see it. Amidst the trickle of pink urine, I see this thing peak out the tip. It's the piece of wax I had lost two years earlier. I'm so drunk and excited, I don't know what to do. I grab the end of it very carefully and slowly pull it out. I stop for a couple seconds to look at it and ponder my life up to this point. Then I throw it in the toilet, finish by business, and go on my way.

The relief I felt coming out of that bathroom in the strip club was like nothing I have ever experienced before that or since then. The pain in my crotch was fading. When I walked, I felt lighter than air. It stopped hurting to walk and I stopped peeing blood. I suffered for over two years with this thing lodged deep inside my bladder and just like that it was gone. That summer before college, things really turned around for me.