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A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 1)

Date: 9/16/2017, Categories: First Time, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

to going without jacking off. It didn't take long before my dick was hard and bulging. I was wearing loose-fitting athletic shorts, to allow me manage getting them up and down in the bathroom with the hooves now at the end of my arms. The tent I was pitching was beyond obvious, and to make things worse, my balls had really started to ache when I got horny. I had once tried using my wrapped hands, but it just felt unpleasant on my dick and hurt my burns. So I knew there was no hope of relief now, or for the next couple weeks, at least. Frustrated, I got up to get away from the TV and realized I needed to go to the bathroom. The bathroom turned into more frustration. With the hard-on, I had a more difficult time even getting my pants down, as the waist kept catching on it. Even when I got them down, I was still at a loss; my erection just wouldn't go away. With very limited ability to point it at the toilet if I was either sitting or standing, I couldn't get it pointing at the toilet. And with it sticking out there and my balls aching, I couldn't stop thinking about sex, either. If I'd been patient, I might have waited it out. Instead, I fuddled my pants back up with a growl and kicked the toilet seat down. By the time I went out the bathroom door, Mandy was standing outside it. &#034Everything alright?&#034 She asked, looking concerned. &#034Yes, everything's fine in the BATHROOM,&#034 I said, pushing past her, embarrassed she'd even ask. She followed me back to the living ... room. I stopped before sitting down, hesitating to let her see my tent. &#034Uh, well is there anything I can help you with?&#034 she asked. &#034No, you can't help me with this.&#034 &#034Are you sure? I don't mind, really, if there's anything-&#034 As she was talking my frustration won out and flopped into the recliner, tent sticking straight up. &#034No, I really don't think this is something you can help me with, Mandy,&#034 I said, cutting off her now-tedious mantra and glaring at her with raised eyebrows. &#034Uh...&#034 She didn't understand my meaning immediately, and stood there thinking for a second before her eyes seemed to discover across the main clue. &#034Oh. Uh....oh.&#034 I gave a sarcastic nod and looked away from her. &#034I hadn’t really thought about that. I guess you'd usally...&#034 she said. She was well aware that I masturbated, because, while I don't think she'd ever seen it, I'd joked or teased her about it several times, partly because I felt the goody two-shoes needed at least some exposure to that aspect of being an adult, and partly just to be a jerk. &#034Sorry,&#034 she said, way too sympathetically for the subject. I sighed, now feeling bad for being rude to her again. &#034It's fine, I just need some distraction. Can you help me find something different on TV? Maybe some sports.&#034 &#034Of course,&#034 she said, scooping up the remote. She flipped around, letting me get a look at each channel before moving on. There wasn't much to my liking. ...