I have another memory that is pretty seared into my mind, I thought I would share it.
Still living abroad, I had come home from partying, and I had the very early stages of blue balls from grinding at the club/bar. Turns out she was dating someone and I almost got the shit kicked out of me, so I arrived home alone, just me and my balls. Beating off with blueballs is painful for me, feels like turning my balls into a speedbag, and I was pretty tired and still drunk so I just went to bed and fell asleep immediately. I woke up about an hour later with a pretty intense case of aching blueballs, really swollen, my balls looked like a dark tennis ball
I decided that waiting out the pain wasn't an option and that I should use my mouth to finish myself gently without knocking my balls around. Best decision I ever made. That was the night that I realized that self-head doesn't have to be a big production, with meticulous warm-ups and planning ahead and scented candles for the mood (joking). I sleepily rolled onto my side and pulled my legs up straight, with my arms folded under my upper thighs so I could pull my head down. The blankets were still over most of my body except for my upper back, but the AC was on so I didn't feel too hot.