1. One Thousand Apologies - Part 1 (censored)


    Date: 3/1/2016, Categories: True Story, Erotica, Incest, Masturbation, Rape, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Virginity, Young, Author: Joe Long, Rating: 79.3, Source: sexstories.com

    he asked “So when are you going to tap that?” “She’s my cousin, for Christ’s sake.” “Oh don’t tell me you haven’t thought of it” Paul said as he gave me a hard two hand pass, and then continued ”but yeah, you’re not getting anything off of her. You two look like an old married couple sitting out there. She’s got you whipped already, lover boy. You still a virgin? I think you need to let off some steam somewhere, and I’m not talking Lady Palm and her five daughters.” I banked the shot in, my first and only of the morning. “Well, now that I scored, I’m going home to get a shower. See you later.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We played Coke that night out at the park, and Dave was getting his first start as a pitcher. Before the game I was shagging balls in left field and Dave came over to chat. “Hey man, Hannah was telling me how you hook up with chicks on the CB.” I gave him this frown. “I wouldn’t call it hooking up, but yeah, you can get on the radio and see if they want you to stop by somewhere for a face to face.” “Well I don’t know my way around town yet, it’s hard as hell to get a car with mom and Doc both working – and I’m about ready to bust a nut. I haven’t been with anyone since I got here.” I had to laugh. “Poor baby, why don’t you just go to the bathroom and take care of it yourself?” “This dick is made for chicks, jacking off is for wimps.” I couldn’t let that go unchallenged. “I’m ...
    hitting tonight, I’ll show you who’s a wimp.” “Well anyway, how about we go cruising after the game Friday. I play the early game at the stadium, and can hang around until you’re done with the late game. Mom can take the girls home. It sounded like he had this all worked out. “OK - Friday, I’ll show you the town.” Left field and batting 9th. Not very glorious, but the way I hit lately I was lucky to be in the lineup at all if I wasn’t pitching. I can still picture batting practices during sixteen year old tryouts. The coach was a thirty-seven year old former minor league pitcher. “I’m going to throw it as hard as I can, show me what you can do.” The first pitch bounced into the left field stands. The second landed half way up. The third cleared everything and landed in someone’s backyard. I made the team, but rode the bench with a good veteran squad, playing maybe one game a week, but I was proud to wear the uniform. Then dad wouldn’t let me play at seventeen while I looked for a job in a town with 20% unemployment. When I came back last year my timing was shot - I swung and missed through so many pitches. In the first two innings, I could see Aunt Tess, Hannah and Donna sitting in the first base bleachers (not fifteen feet from the base line), and they all gave me excited waves as I came jogging in from left. When I finally stepped into the batter’s box in the 3rd, they weren’t as kind, with their son/brother on the mound (even if I knew it was all in good fun.) Hannah’s voice ...
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