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

    shoulders began a rapid shaking as if I was having a seizure. It must have lasted ten seconds, after which I could feel the warm cum spreading over my hand. That was an orgasm for the ages, and the first time I had ever felt the need to satisfy myself within a few minutes of meeting someone. I heard the front door close and had to stumble around for a kleenex while my pants were around my knees. Mom called out, “Joe, come on down for lunch!” Quickly rearranging myself, I slipped into the bathroom, flushed my goods down the toilet, then headed downstairs. When I got to the kitchen mom asked, “are you alright honey? You look a little flushed.” “Nah, I’m fine, it’s just a little hot out”. Mom had made some sandwiches and set out drinks, as we all gathered round to get to catch up after all the time apart. For me, baseball was life, and Dave was a fellow player, so I plopped next to him on the couch and talked his ear off about the Pirates. For the last two years the Phillies had won the division instead of my Bucs, but after recently trading for two time batting champion Bill Madlock, we had won ten of the last eleven, currently only one game behind the young newly hot Montreal Expos. Pennant fever was alive again. Hannah was in a chair near the fire place, talking with our moms, less than ten feet in front of me and slightly to the right. A profile of her thigh was in plain view, but I tried very hard not to be noticed stealing glances. I ran the rules through my head - only ...
    look for a second or two at a time; never turn the body or head to follow their movement; eyes straight ahead but occasionally sweeping the room so that they’d catch the object of attention. Damn, did she just lean back to stretch and shove her chest forward into her t-shirt? This was not the time for me to have an erection, surrounded by family. And this was my cousin, dammit, that little voice inside my head reminded me, despite what had just transpired upstairs. The party broke up after an hour or so, and I headed back up to my room to squeeze myself nearly raw one more time. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had a game scheduled every weekday during June and July, leaving me free during afternoons and weekends, as I was without a job that summer. In fact, I had missed my entire age seventeen season when my dad was vehement that making money was more important than playing ball games. I scored off the charts on my standardized tests, but was an A/B student who didn’t do a lot of homework. For every A, every accomplishment, it was, “Why couldn’t you do this all the time?” to which I replied with a silent “Fuck you!” That was a lot of my relationship with my father. My grades, my girlfriends, my job, my wife, the skin color of my grandchildren, was never good enough. Five years after his death, I still regret that we never made peace, that he would not apologize for how he had treated my wife, a dagger ...
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