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It was a late night alone at my parents’ house in the city; the sounds of life were passing me by on the street below. The parents were gone for the weekend and with no brothers and sisters around I had the domicile all to my self. Needless to say for a 16 year old boy this was self reflection time, so I excitedly settled into the couch with a bag of popcorn and no pants. Watching the illegal adult cable channels on the big screen TV is a treat that no teenager should be spared. After a few hours of being bored by the endless flawed attempts by second rate actors at trying to weave a plot around gratuitous hump shots, and one liners:“You take my breath away…” giggles the leggy silicone blonde,“Baby, you take my CUM away.” groans the waaay too hairy balding fat man,I decided that a bit of kink would cure the mind numbing insults to intelligence that “Backdoor Brides” and “MUNCH-kins” had inflicted so I decided to go to the bathroom to see what props I could find for the demented drama I was about to produce.Opening the medicine cabinet revealed a variety of enticements, but the tube of icy hot beckoned me with thoughts of tingling cool and hot sensations on my most sensitive parts. Ooohhh. I squeezed out a pea sized portion of the balm onto my palm, and it tingled politely on my hand, promising more sumptuous sensations later. I rubbed it onto my cock and the sensation was like nothing I have ever felt. It was a glimpse of heaven, if I may be so bold. It was simultaneously hot and cold, my consciousness vacillating between the feeling of being under a blanket on a cold winters night next to a crackling fireplace and being on a tropical beach, margarita in hand with a warm tropical breeze gusting the small beads of sweat off of my naked body. It rocked me back and fourth between these two sensations, slowly, gently, so that the sensation made me throb in ecstasy. My hand was completely still, just holding the product against my penis, in a state of bliss, rocking back and fourth. The tempo of the gentle swaying between worlds of island sum and crackling fires slowly increased, the fire in the hearth making a growl and the island breeze knocking the glass over on its wooden table.Then the tempo increased again. And again. And again.Pretty soon the intensity was gaining momentum, and the icy started to feel a little like the inside of a refrigerator (the meatal parts) and the hot began to feel like sitting on the hood of a black car, or lying naked in a driveway in the dead heat of an Arizona summer. Naughty! I expected the intensity of icy to hot, hot to icy to plateau at some point, but it just kept picking up steam, snowballing down the sand dunes of ancient Persia. Pretty soon I started to get nervous, and break into a sweat! Holy shit! This crap is burning!Hotter and hotter, colder and colder until I could no longer take the pain, my crotch was being seared by red hot branding irons and dunked into liquid nitrogen at a rate unmeasured by scientists. Unable to take the excruciating pain any longer I jumped into the shower and turned the water on full blast. But which faucet to turn, the hot only burned more and the cold only froze! I was in quite a fix!In a panic I dumped one bottle of jergens body wash, two hotel bottles of shampoo, some baby oil, some vo5 hot oil, 1 econo size bottle of pert plus, and some shaving cream with aloe vera onto my abused boyhood, and somehow this magical con-cock-tion saved the day. The momentum began to slow down, the luke warm water rinsed the foul tincture away from my red man-bits and the drain emptied my tortures away to the nearest wastewater treatment plant where the solution undoubtably turned into some foul pain-spawn of evil burbling proportions that would later wreak havoc on Chinatown, only to be defeated by Godzilla or an oversized Mr.T.Do not jerk off with icy hot.