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Blue balls and safety goggles

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by Phil This story is true, but it's a composite of two distinct events; first, because it makes a better story that way, and second, because I no longer remember what happened which time. It's not exactly flattering, but what can I say � that's what happened (near enough). In my first year of college I was a shy and horny virgin, and when I became friends with Diane, even though I wasn't sure I wanted a relationship with someone as messed up as she was, her hot body certainly had me thinking about the advantages. Eventually her slim, flat stomach, smooth creamy skin, and beautiful full breasts got the better of me and one night as we were talking in her room I made a tentative pass at her. To my surprise she was receptive, and soon her shirt was on the floor and I had her bare breasts in my hands. They were amazingly soft and light, like marshmallows � no wonder she never wore a bra. I spent some time on her breasts, trying to figure out how to broach the subject of sex, especially since I was even now somewhat ambivalent about the relationship thing. Eventually she said "Aren't you going to kiss me?" Fair enough, as we seemed to have skipped first base on our way to second. This turned out to resolve my ambivalence, as the instant our lips met, she jammed her tongue into my mouth and waggled it around with all the subtlety and nuance of a cement mixer. I broke off as soon as I overcame my surprise, and kept my lips just out of reach after that. If I had been suave, or if I had really been interested in her romantically, I would have taught her how to kiss (but of course I didn't have any experience either). But I wasn't, and I didn't. My dick was fully erect by this time, and I still held out some hope of getting something more, even if I wasn't sure what. So I went back to playing with her breasts and grinding my thigh between her legs. Soon she was giving me the heavy-lidded smile of a woman drunk with excitement, and soon after that she moved her hips vigorously against me and panted loudly, then collapsed. I inferred from this that she had had an orgasm (yes, I knew that this was possible). I was pleased that I had been able to bring this about, and I thought that maybe this would mean that it was now in some way my turn, for what I didn't know, and I wasn't sure how to ask. Since I still hadn't said anything about it, eventually she declared that she didn't want to have sex (I took this to mean intercourse) without a "commitment," and also that she thought that oral sex was disgusting (which I took to mean either kind � too bad, as I wanted to lick her pussy almost as bad as I wanted her to suck my dick). Well, I knew by this time I wanted to pass on the commitment part, so that meant that neither intercourse nor oral sex was forthcoming. Naturally I should have gone for a handjob, but (amazingly) that didn't even occur to me. I didn't want to just leave (I was perhaps still embarrassed by the kiss fiasco and my own somewhat ungentlemanly reaction to it) so I went back to fondling her, and after a while she had another orgasm. We had been going at it, whatever "it" was, for some time now, and I had had a throbbing erection for virtually all of that time. I had heard of blue balls," but I had never before experienced that remarkable sensation, so I was surprised when, over the space of only a few minutes, I felt a pain that increased from uncomfortable to sharp, and then on to alarming. I disengaged from her and stood up. I explained as best I could, given what little I myself understood, and said that I had better go. If it's never happened (or can't happen) to you, you can't imagine how painful it was. (Just to be clear: I'm sure other things, like cancer, are more painful; the point here is that given that nothing's really wrong with you, it's surprisingly painful). I could barely walk as I made my way back to my room. I had heard that ejaculation helps ease the pain; but of course as horny as I was I was going to masturbate anyway. My roommate was asleep and I went into the bathroom to have a look. My dick was an angry purple, darker and bigger than I had ever seen it, and leaking fluid. It was also so hard that I literally couldn't bend it. I mean, usually, no matter how hard you are, there's a little give. If you try to bend it forward, it will, at least a little. But on this occasion there was no give. I could not bend it at all (along the shaft, that is). I put some Vaseline on my hand and wrapped it around my dick, which felt huge in my hand. My balls ached, but when I started to stroke my dick it too was incredibly sensitive, only this time in a good way. I gasped with the intense pleasure, and after a single stroke � down, up � I was on the edge of orgasm. Of course I needed to ejaculate; but I like to masturbate too, and I was willing to overlook the pain in my balls if I could prolong the overwhelming pleasure. I let go, and started again, more slowly, rolling my eyes at the amazing sensation. I tried to stave off climax as long as possible, and to keep my gasping under control, but after a few minutes I had an outrageous orgasm and shot a torrential blast of semen right into my face (luckily I wear glasses, or masturbation really would have made me go blind!). After I caught my breath (and massaged my balls gently as the pain receded somewhat), I thought some more about Diane's hot body (and what I had been doing to it, and the effect on her of my doing it), and my erection, which had subsided slightly, returned, albeit at merely normal strength. I grabbed it and started to stroke it again, and even after coming only ten or fifteen minutes earlier, I shot another copious load (accompanied by another wild orgasm). Epilogue: I did mess around with Diane again, a drunken encounter after a party. After I had gotten her shirt off, she wisely told me she didn't want to do this again, and I made no objection. I did decide, however, that even if home was beyond me, seeing as I was already on second base, I should try for third. I unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper, but made no move to pull them off. Later, though, I reached into her panties, past her silky pubic hair, and onto her pussy. I had intended simply to put my hand onto the outside of her pussy (still being not entirely clear about female anatomy, never having had a good look), and was surprised when my middle finger slipped right into her. Her cunt felt so smooth and soft and wet that for an instant I regretted spurning a committed relationship despite her problems, as what I felt confirmed my suspicions that a woman's wet cunt would be the ideal place for my dick to be. However, I shook off this thought, and when we parted this time I didn't even go back to my room to masturbate. On the other hand, that brief experience with her wet pussy fueled many such stroking sessions later on. And when I finally did drive my dick into a woman's wet cunt (alas, far later than I had hoped to do so) it was indeed just as wonderful as I had expected based on that encounter with Diane. And I still love pussy; but of course I still like to masturbate as well. But I've never had "blue balls" again.