"Hey Barb, what's this spot on my dick?" my husband asked me this morning as he pointed at a small brown dot near the base of his shaft. As my husband had been deer hunting this past weekend, I thought maybe it was a tick, so put my thumb and forefinger together to make tweezers of them and lowered my hand to his groin. Before I layed a finger on him, he screamed like a schoolgirl and jumped away from me, his eyes white with fear. I said, "Hold the fuck still, I can't even see it," and rubbed the brown spot. After looking at it, I decided it was a mole of no importance and looked up at him and told him as much. He said, "That's what I kinda figured." I said, "Then why did you jump away from me like that?" He said, "Because I thought you were going to gouge a hole in my dick." I said, "Derrrr, like I'd intentionally damage you rbeautiful cock." We both laughed but it's true, beyond the occasional bloodblister from sucking it too hard, I'd never hurt my best bud like that.