Left with Blue Balls
I have jacked off for years thinking about how my buddy, Matt bested me with some public school girl. it make me hard just thinking about it now!
It was my senior year in (private) high school, I had just broken up with my girlfriend and was at a small party. My buddy, Matt brought some girl from the public school to a party. Well, all the guys were talking about how hot she was, and flirting with her, including myself. I have always stood out with the women in my silky shirts and ties with a collar pin, against my buddies in their boring button-down collar and loosened ties.
It paid off, because at one point, I got the her to heavy pet with me in the bathroom. My slacks at my ankles and cock trapped in my nylon bikinis, throbbing. I had the her silky panties on the floor as was rubbing her pussy hole with my fingers getting her warmed up. I could feel her juices flowing so I got down on my knees and started licking as she sat on the edge the sink. Just as I stood up to get the broad to stroke my cock, when there was a knock at the door. Matt was asking she was ok. She said she would be out in a minute and she would met him in the billiard room. Grabbing her panties, I watched her put them on as I stared with my cock throbbed for attention. I began to feel the familiar ache in my balls. I remember her telling me to pull up my slacks and feeling very emasculated by her telling me what to do, but disappointingly, I did just that. When I tried to cop a feel as she was adjusting her dress in the mirror, she turned and cupping my balls through my slacks, she whispered in my ear, “Too bad he interrupted us, I was going to milk your shaft. I love it when cocks shoot all over the place!” I about came in my slacks. Then the sent me out of the bathroom first, where I went back to the party with blue balls. I spent the rest of the party frustrated as I tried to get her to go back into the bathroom with me. I was surprised that Matt could not tell.
After watching them leave, I went home and spent the night jerking off thinking about her milking Matt’s cock, while I had to use my own fist. I must have come on several of the women in my jack-off magazines that night, but I could not get rid of the feelings of being frustrated. I jerked off for the next few months thinking about the girl's pussy and how close I was to getting my rocks off for the first time with a real broad, not in my jack-off magazines!
The next day, Matt called me up and told me all about how she slowly milked his shaft for over an hour before letting him cum on her big tits. My cock was rock hard in my slacks as I listen to the details. When I got off the phone I jacked off, trying to get rid of the frustration, but all I wanted to do was jack-off more.
And of course, he bragged about it in the locker room about all his adventure with her, in which I would always have to hide my growing erection. Again, I had to use a lot of control to not run to into one of the stalls and jack-off!
It wasn’t until a couple of years later when I was home for winter break, Matt told me that he knew about me in the bathroom with the girl. And that he was mad until he found out that she didn’t get my rocks off. He also said that he enjoying knowing that I was left frustrated, while she gave him the best hand-job, allowing him to cum on her tits. I will never forget the words he said “I guess being called a jerk-off from now on, will have a deeper meaning for you, than other guys.” I felt so humiliated and horny at the same time. I wanted to run the men’s room in the clubhouse and jerk-off. I bet Matt knew it too because he did an up and down gesture with his fist as he laughed. luckily, i had on my sports coat to hide my erection in my slacks
It was my senior year in (private) high school, I had just broken up with my girlfriend and was at a small party. My buddy, Matt brought some girl from the public school to a party. Well, all the guys were talking about how hot she was, and flirting with her, including myself. I have always stood out with the women in my silky shirts and ties with a collar pin, against my buddies in their boring button-down collar and loosened ties.
It paid off, because at one point, I got the her to heavy pet with me in the bathroom. My slacks at my ankles and cock trapped in my nylon bikinis, throbbing. I had the her silky panties on the floor as was rubbing her pussy hole with my fingers getting her warmed up. I could feel her juices flowing so I got down on my knees and started licking as she sat on the edge the sink. Just as I stood up to get the broad to stroke my cock, when there was a knock at the door. Matt was asking she was ok. She said she would be out in a minute and she would met him in the billiard room. Grabbing her panties, I watched her put them on as I stared with my cock throbbed for attention. I began to feel the familiar ache in my balls. I remember her telling me to pull up my slacks and feeling very emasculated by her telling me what to do, but disappointingly, I did just that. When I tried to cop a feel as she was adjusting her dress in the mirror, she turned and cupping my balls through my slacks, she whispered in my ear, “Too bad he interrupted us, I was going to milk your shaft. I love it when cocks shoot all over the place!” I about came in my slacks. Then the sent me out of the bathroom first, where I went back to the party with blue balls. I spent the rest of the party frustrated as I tried to get her to go back into the bathroom with me. I was surprised that Matt could not tell.
After watching them leave, I went home and spent the night jerking off thinking about her milking Matt’s cock, while I had to use my own fist. I must have come on several of the women in my jack-off magazines that night, but I could not get rid of the feelings of being frustrated. I jerked off for the next few months thinking about the girl's pussy and how close I was to getting my rocks off for the first time with a real broad, not in my jack-off magazines!
The next day, Matt called me up and told me all about how she slowly milked his shaft for over an hour before letting him cum on her big tits. My cock was rock hard in my slacks as I listen to the details. When I got off the phone I jacked off, trying to get rid of the frustration, but all I wanted to do was jack-off more.
And of course, he bragged about it in the locker room about all his adventure with her, in which I would always have to hide my growing erection. Again, I had to use a lot of control to not run to into one of the stalls and jack-off!
It wasn’t until a couple of years later when I was home for winter break, Matt told me that he knew about me in the bathroom with the girl. And that he was mad until he found out that she didn’t get my rocks off. He also said that he enjoying knowing that I was left frustrated, while she gave him the best hand-job, allowing him to cum on her tits. I will never forget the words he said “I guess being called a jerk-off from now on, will have a deeper meaning for you, than other guys.” I felt so humiliated and horny at the same time. I wanted to run the men’s room in the clubhouse and jerk-off. I bet Matt knew it too because he did an up and down gesture with his fist as he laughed. luckily, i had on my sports coat to hide my erection in my slacks
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