1. One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised)


    Date: 1/5/2016, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, First Time, Incest, Masturbation, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: Joe Long, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Both girls nodded and said, “That’s nice!” “Is it bigger than Dave’s?” Ellen nodded again, “I think so.” Hannah leaned in on the other side and whispered “You can put it away now.” Ellen didn’t take her eyes off my cock until it was back inside my pants. At that point she signaled her departure. “Wow, thank you, but it’s getting dark and I have to go home now.” I never saw her again. Alone once more, I turned back to Hannah. She glared and scolded me, “You know, she could see everything you were doing!” I shot back, “You never told me to stop!” She bit her lip and looked down. Ignoring her signs, I was still hard and horny and put my left hand on her crotch. I was taken aback by the level of heat on my finger tips, and how her blue jeans had apparently soaked through. “Wow, I didn’t expect that!” Hannah pulled back with a look of fear and said “I’m sorry!” “What, there’s nothing to be sorry for. I was just surprised at how hot and wet it was.” She pushed me away. “No - I’m sorry. Please – take me home.” I looked at her for a few seconds but figured there were no chance pleading at this point. God, had I managed to fuck this up? I dropped her off in the driveway and turned for home after she entered the basement door. I had swung from so high to so low in just a matter of minutes. As I drove home I replayed the events to see what I might have done better. Was she pissed that I showed Ellen my cock? I had asked her twice. Or like she said, was it because I had felt her up in ...
    front of someone else? I really had gone overboard. About halfway home a dull ache started in my balls and continued to get worse until it felt like someone was squeezing them in their fist. When I got home mom and dad were upstairs watching TV, so I called Paul on the phone in the kitchen. “Paul, help me out here.” “yeah, what’s wrong, bro?” he answered in a curious tone. “I feel like someone kicked me in the God damn nuts.” “Wait, what?” as then he just sounded confused. I had to explain. “OK, Hannah and I were making out, like I was working on her boobs and when I went for her crotch…” Now Paul was back to his normal self. “Whoa! My little baby boy is growing up! You got to feel some boobies? You’re what? 37 now?” I really didn’t have time for this, I had called for help. “Shut up, asshole. Yeah, that was nice, but she shut me down when I went for her pants, and fifteen minutes later my balls start hurting so bad, and they still haven’t stopped. I’m dying, man.” “What you have here is a classic case of the blue balls. Tell me, you’ve never got this far with a chick yet?” Maybe Paul had forgotten, so I needed to remind him. “Actually I did, a girl blew me last year at school, but we didn’t finish and I didn’t really like her anyway.” “That’s right - congratulations. But now, when she shut you down, all that sperm that was expecting to shoot all over and/or in her got bottled up in your balls, with no way out. You’re just going to have to rub it out and take a hot bath, dude.” ...
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