Men and Balls

Ok so we all know that men LOOOVE to play with their twigs and berries all the time, it's nothing new. New to ME though is the sudden raise in percentage of men I see on a daily basis yanking their crank. I don't really mind, I find it amusing the level of comfort some of the males in my life have found in my presence.

1. One of our salesmen. Great guy - funny, cute, hard worker, great dresser blah blah but a King of ball adjustments. He will be standing talking to me and our bosses and just start goin at it, rucksackin around down there until he's satisfied and all usually while he's talking. It's like a one man show or something. Add to that he's very particular about how his clothes look and at any point during conversation might whip off his belt buckle, down his zipper a bit, pull out his shirt part way and go on his merry way of re tucking it in to be just right.
We've called him on it more than once and his excuse is that he grew up on a farm and is just used to being around guys out in the field all the time and not caring. Whatever, he also went 1st-12th and college. Oh well it's a laugh.

2. C 's started doing it in front of me now. We are to that stage where things like not ball shucking in my lady-like presence have flown the coop. Oh well if I call him on it he at least will still blush. (I know the day will come when he preforms the "helicopter" for me but I think it's quite a few months to come.)

3. My dad the other day. Eeew. I don't even think he realized he did it but my mom and I had a good ole time letting him know.

4. Last but not least my sweet little brother. I went for a visit on mothers day and throughout the day he slowly shed clothing like he always does. Kid LOVES to be nekkid. Anyways right before I left he was down to his superman undies and was getting ready for bath time. He knows he at least has to keep his skives on throughout the day but any mention of bath time and he considers it fair game. His mom told him to come and give sissy a hug and here he comes a runnin all nekkid and free to give me a hug. Great.

Anyways as he stood back to say bye he found it to be the opportune moment to scratch the hell out of his wee ballsack for his Dad and I to see. And enjoy it. I think he might have even closed his eyes and concentrated. He's the greatest and I'm pretty sure my bio Dad was actually proud. Boys.