In 1979, I was stationed at a military base in Virginia--where I spent the next two years. My favorite hobby was metal detecting, and, due to the abundance of Civil War relics and old coins to be found, I pursued this endeavor at every opportunity. During the colder weather months (winters are relatively mild, around Hampton/Newport News), it was a coin/relic hunters dream; this was largely due to the absence of flying pests--mosquitoes, in particular. However, when spring rolled around, the "skeeters" showed up in droves . . . . searching for any warm-blooded mammals, from which to extract their desired food supply.
Naturally, with the warmer temperatures came the need to wear lighter clothing (e.g., short-sleeve shirts)--although long pants were still required, to ward off the deer ticks; unfortunately, the lighter clothing also exposed more skin . . . . which the mosquitoes greatly appreciated. 'Deep-Woods Off' became an essential part of my gear, when going out treasure hunting; I generously covered every square inch of skin, with the exception of facial areas, to protect myself from the little beggars. There was one are of skin, however, that I totally neglected when 'putting on my armor' --which I'll get to in a moment.
My first day of detecting during 'skeeter season' turned out to be pretty productive; in the first couple of hours, I recovered seven Civil War 'mini-balls' (musket rounds); a couple of silver quarters; three silver dimes; two 'shield nickels;' and assorted Indian-head, wheat, and Lincoln-head pennies. Having drank from my water bottle several times, the time finally came when I needed to relieve myself; since I was hunting in a wooded section bordering a swampy area, the mosquitoes had long ago announced their presence. They hovered close to me, patiently waiting for the insect repellant to wear off--just enough to attack; I kept repeating its use, which had saved me thus far.
Anyway, I was alone in the area so I unzipped my trousers, and withdrew my organ to take a whiz; well hell, you'd have thought I'd just rung the dinner bell! The one area of my anatomy, that I never considered as a target, was instantly under attack by these blood-thirsty savages! Have you ever tried to piss when a horde of mosquitoes was descending on your exposed cock, from every direction? I furiously waved my free hand, to ward them off, but they refused to leave me alone; I had already begun to urinate, and I quickly moved to a less dense area (still pissing & waving)--hoping to leave them behind. Forget that shit . . . . they stayed right with me, so I had no alternative but to continue waving them away; by now, an area of my neck came under attack as well, which distracted me from the "task at hand" (pardon the pun). I had to stop waving, so that I could slap the ones on my neck--which left my exposed prick totally unprotected!
Instantly, I felt a slight burning in my dick, and looked down to see that two of the little critters had already inserted their respective proboscis into my cock head; I shuddered, slightly, as I actually felt my blood being siphoned up their feeding tubes! Even more surprising, my cock instantly began to stiffen--rising to full erection, as they voraciously extracted blood from me. In the meantime, four or five more of the 'little beasties' now laid claim to the stem of my penis, and followed suit; the sensation in my sensitive cock head and foreskin was unbelievable!
