I was a groomsmen in a wedding party a few years ago. I didn't really know the groom that well, the bride is my cousin, and I was basically just there to pad out the groomsmen side of the wedding party, as she wanted a million bridesmaids. The groom and the other groomsmen were all nice enough, really funny, macho Italian dudes. Slicked back hair, supe-ed cars. fun guys to party with, but pretty misogynistic, honestly.
The day of the wedding we were about 20 minutes out from the ceremony. All of us groomsmen were hiding out of sight behind a barn, waiting for things to start. The groom got up from his seat and the pants of his suit ripped right through the crotch. It was a huge hole. Turns out he goes commando 100% of the time. We looked around desperate to find something to fix it. Someone found some electrical tape, copper wire, and a pair of scissors outside the barn, and it was time to MacGyver something up quick.
It was crazy, none of his buddies would help him fix his pants. They were like 'thats gay dude' and 'I'm not looking at your dick!" This was seriously 10 minutes before the ceremony started, and his five closest male friends were too chicken shit to get near another dudes junk, and fix a hole before he stands in front of everyone he knows and gets married. Basically the least gay thing you can do(!) Fucking ridiculous.
I have worked in shops and studios/sets my whole adult life, so I know how to fix a thing that needs fixing. We couldn't really take off his pants, cuz he was commando. People were already seated, but someone might walk by. So I knelt in front of this guy, to the 'oooooo, he's gonna give him some head!'s and 'suck it bitch' of this dudes stupid ass friends. I had to convince his buddies to make a huddle around us for privacy.
I opened up the hole, his uncut cock was just dangling there. I was seriously like 4 inches from this dudes dick, could smell his axe body spray. His big hood covered the whole head of his very white cock. It was an average sized cock, but his balls hung down pretty low. He was totally shaved, pubes and big balls were clean as a baby (is that a macho thing? I don't get it). I had him cup his junk in one hand and hold the pants out with the other. I rigged this wire sewing job in like 5 minutes and put the electrical tape over it so his cock wouldn't get cut on the wire. I had to get at weird angles to get it all sewn up, and several times bumped, elbowed and grased his cock/balls, which were spilling out as he was only holding them with one hand. His nuts would flop out and he would have to re-grab them several times. At one point I remember trying to force this wire through the fabric, and just grabbing his junk with the other hand, to make sure if I used too much force, I would hit my hand and not his balls. We were in such a hurry that it didn't even register to either of us that I was cupping his sack. I think this dude was too stressed to even think about how much dick to dude contact was happening. He just stood there, deer in headlights, and did what I told him. His buddies made a few more comments, but started to get that shutting up would be way more helpful then saying stupid shit for the seventh time.
Once I was done, we had him let his cock down and I checked to make sure there were no sharp edges on it. At this point I had touched his dick several times in the rush to get it done. I gave my workmanship one last pat from the outside to make sure it could hold for a 30 minute ceremony. Not trying to be a creep, but feeling his package and nuts from the outside and making sure it wasn't near anything sharp. And he was good to go. Ceremony went fine. We found a bridesmaid with a sewing kit right afterwards, and she must have given him a proper fix before the dancing. He gave me a shout out in his toast for 'This guy! for pulling it together in the clutch'