Night of Many Firsts Part 3
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Note: This was a popular CBT story that I published here years ago and then took down, partially of embarrassment. I've since overcome that embarrassment and decided to re-upload a portion of it. The rest of it can be found in a new eBook. More info at the end of the story. For now, enjoy!
“Are you sure you want me to do this? I can still give you a hand job instead.” Dana‘s voice was whiny with anxiety. Her thoughts kept dancing between exhilaration and guilt. I wanna do this. I’ve never done this before. Is this wrong? Is he just weird? Is he weird in an ok way? Matthew gave her a guilty look. His eyes were so round and sincere that she felt her heart washed over with puppy fuzz. I can’t say no, her brain concluded.
They just walked into the living room. The apartment was already cleaned up. Matthew’s roommate would be gone for the weekend. Dana wanted to do things to him, nasty things to be sure. But this, this caught her off guard. Matthew’s shyness was killing her.
“Well, we don’t have to…”
Ugh, his voice. It was so cute! I just wanna hug him and kiss him and make him cum all over me. How can I do this to him?!
Dana Oum was a Cambodian-American biology major with ambitions of becoming a veterinarian. She was a typical sophomore at Queen’s Grove University. At 5’4 and 120 lbs, she was reasonably fit, with light tanned skin and shoulder length black hair. She liked a specific kind of guy, shy, kind, skinny, nice smile. Matthew Rodriguez, a surprisingly fair-skinned k** with Costa Rican parents, was actually a bit more broad-shouldered than what she had in mind, but it was cool.
“I mean, yah it’s gonna hurt but it feels good to me. I wish I had an explanation... It’s just… it’s just something I wanna experience, badly.” Matthew couldn’t look her straight in the eye. He had never asked for any kind of intimacy from anyone before, let alone this. Dana rubbed his shoulder. Matthew was able to look up at her. God those jeans look great on her, he thought (She often wore denim because she loved the sensation of it on her inner thighs). She was wearing a black long sleeve blouse that left plenty to the imagination. But if anything it just made her neck, face, and hair that much more attractive.
Dana softly said, “I’ll do it. I can definitely do it. But I mean…” She said this with a squirming smile. “They’re your balls.”
Matthew, the History major freshman with a heart of gold, had a ball-busting fetish. He got off on testicular pain, or to be more precise the fantasy of testicular pain. It was a dark secret he kept from everyone he knew, to an extent even himself.
His face froze as he just wasn’t sure what to say. Dana could read him quite well. She turned back to the door, closed, and locked it.
“Take your clothes off.” She smiled. Not grinned, but smiled. There was a difference. A grin would suggest some anticipation, maybe a touched of sadism. But this was just a smile, a cautiously optimistic, comforting gesture to preempt what she feared was going to become very uncomfortable. He was wearing grey gym shorts and a white t-shirt. When he removed his shirt he revealed a tone, dark body perfectly designed for his favorite sport, basketball. She bit her lower lip. Ugh this was too perfect. He pulled off his shorts and then his underwear. To his embarrassment he was already upright. Dana reached out and gently held his cock in her hands. She loved how soft the skin was. She ran her thumb over the vein on top. He wasn’t circumcised, but she could see the pink head peeking through the flesh. She pulled back softly, her body inching closer to his. When she placed her arm around him and pushed her lips (the ones on her face) on his, he inhaled sharply through his nose. At that moment his head (not the one on his shoulders) was revealed in the open air, and he couldn’t help but twitch it hard, a phenomenon which never ceased to amuse her.
But then she had to pull back. She had to remember why she was there. Balls, huh?
“Umm…” She started when Matthew spoke up.
“Aren’t you going to undress too?”
Dana chuckled. “Oh yah, my bad.” She replied. She backed away, giving his aching parts a bit of time to rest. It wouldn’t be much of a rest once she pulled off her black blouse. Her skin around her sides and abdomen looked so smooth. Her black bra seemed to be low cut. He didn’t know much about bras. She could have told him it was a balconette bra with black lace frill on top.
“You look really nice.” Matthew grinned awkwardly.
“Haha, thanks.” She removed her sneakers and slid off those tight jeans. Woah. Her legs were long, and really tone. They were absolutely gorgeous, stunning, but… they looked really strong too. Matthew gulped. Those transparent black hipster panties now felt untouchable.
“Do you feel like you could cum right now?” Her bright playful eyes could have knocked the wind out of him.
“I’ll try not to.”
Dana smirked. She could already see a slight glistening at the very tip of the head of his cock. Fortunately he was in good company. Her swollen labia push against the fabric of her panties when she thought of those innocent eyes rolling back into his head, that soft voice moaning loudly as if he were trying to sing to the clouds
“So… umm…” Dana thought for a moment and rubbed her chin. Matthew thought she looked sexy even in her pensive state. “Well, what do girls usually do in porn? Do I just start kicking them?”
“Umm, I guess so.” Dana took a step back. She could see it in his eyes. He was scared. He was terrified. He was kinda sorta trying to hide it. But she could tell
“Umm… maybe we should test to see how sensitive you are. I’ve heard some guys are more sensitive than others, right? You’ve never been kicked in the balls before have you?” Dana thought about the absurdity of her question. This guy couldn’t hurt a fly, almost literally. There isn’t a girl on earth who would want to rack him unless she was unbalanced.
“No, I haven’t.”
Yep. Figures.
“Ok, umm… Oh! I’ve got it! Be right back.” Dana darted into the bedroom, leaving Matthew leaning against the wall with his cock still erect and wondering what the heck was going on. He looked down on himself and thought idly maybe he should have shaved.
Dana came back into the room with two ribbons. “Ok, stand up straight.” Matthew did so obediently, like a soldier brought to attention. Dana paused to smirk for a quick second before tying one ribbon around his waist in such a way that it lifted his cock away from his balls and pressed it against his stomach. She then took the second ribbon and wrapped it around his waist too. But this time the front of the ribbon went under his balls, pushing them forward and outward just a bit to make them easier to… target.
“Is that comfortable? Lean back lean back.”
Matthew leaned back against the wall against. Yah, the ribbons were quite comfortable, but now his nuts were sitting ducks.
The pun did occur in her head. And yes, she knew it was terrible.
Dana took a second to admire her handiwork. She felt like the bottom ribbon might be pulling some hairs, so she went back and adjusted it. Matthew’s member twitched again at the feeling of her soft fingers. Dana felt each testicle with each hand to make sure they were securely out. That’s when she realized that them being pushed outwards actually left the skin on the surface quite smooth. She held one in each hand and rubbed her thumbs up and down very gently on the top. Aside from a few bumps from hair follicles, the skin was incredibly soft, even softer than the skin around her labia. She looked up at Matthew’s face and saw that he was pale with fear even though he was still clearly turned on. Some sweat was trickling down his temple. She looked at his balls in his hands. They were actually quite cute in their own way, so vulnerable and delicate. She felt like she could play with them for a few minutes.
She shook her head. She feel kinda stupid. She thought to herself, balls? Really? I think balls are cute? But on a guy like him they are kinda cute, like holding baby ducklings that produced sperm. “Ok, be right back.” This time she went into the kitchen. She came back out with a wooden spoon.
“There we go. Now we can test how sensitive you are.”
Matthew actually looked relieved. He had busted himself with a hair brush before. It wasn’t that bad. It hurt, but it felt great afterwards each time.
“You ready?” Matthew actually grinned. He was much less nervous.
“Ok. Go ahead.”
*Slap*
Without warning she wacked them both at once. She was careful to get some good surface area using the convex side of the spoon.
“Oh! Ahh, ahh…” Matthew yelped, and then yelp degraded into a strained sigh. The smack hurt a little, but the real pain came a second later, a strong pressure in his upper groin area. It was very uncomfortable, but at the same time he felt like feel good chemicals were rushing into his lower abdomen and grazing his cock. As the sensation flowed throughout his body he breathed a sigh of pleasure. Dana was scared at first, but then realized he felt fine right now. She smiled. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad. Instead of using her mouth or vagina or hands, she’d be using a wooden spoon. It’d be like playing an instrument, except sex
“Hard or softer?” Matthew’s shyness had subsided dramatically.
“Can you go a little harder? Oh, and twice in a row?”
Dana was getting increasingly aroused at his eagerness. “Ok.” She said ok with a background giggle and a bubbly head. She stoned up her face a bit to make herself look serious (the actual effect was that it made her look more adorable) and wacked him two more times.
*Slap slap*
“Hunnnn!” He grimaced and then exhaled, inhaled, and exhaled again. That hurt quite a bit more. The pressure acquired a burning attribute and was pushing up into his stomach. But his cock was also aching to where he felt like he had to push his pelvis forward, sprawling his hands on the wall for support. Dana inhaled sharply. That was the reaction she lived for, the first signs of his senses being overwhelmed. Warmth was overtaking her privates steadily as well.
“Are you still ok?” Matthew’s face scrunched up. “Do it a bunch of times, harder, this time with the edge!”
“Are you sure?” Her voice was clearly whining with concern. Matthew gave a puppy whine and thrust his pelvis forward. Dana was reassured.
*Thud thud thud, thud thud thud*
Each nut got three. “Uuuu… huhuh! Ahh…” That time really got him. The burning and pressure were even more intense and his knees started to buckle.
“Are you ok?!” Her natural instinct was to care for him after. Maybe an apologetic rub of her panties against his cock? Maybe a little neck massage and some kissing?
“Ahh… ahh… just give me a second.” Matthew took some deep breaths. Was it over? Matthew, very shyly and with a c***d-like grin, said
“Harder? Please?”
Dana gritted her teeth. “Umm, I don’t know. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” Her eyes were a bit watery actually.
“I’m fine, really.” Was he really? His boner didn’t even seem as intense anymore. Was the rush making up for it? Dana relented with a raised eyebrow.
“How much harder?”
Matthew thought for a second. “Like… if you were trying to break an ice cube.” What?! Was he serious? Oh my god. His poor balls. Poor babies.
“Umm, ok!” Dana actually took a step back to position her body in just the right way. Then she swung.
*THUD!*
She managed to do it horizontally so that the edge of the spoon delivered equal force to both organs. What a sickening sound. It was a combination of a thud and a slap, but the thud was a bit too soft to be a real thud. “UGH!” Matthew’s face grimaced and he doubled over. Dana stood in awe before setting the spoon down on the ground and caressing the sides of his head with both hands. She felt the sweat on his cheeks. Did he have a fever?
“Oh my god, sorry. Was that too hard?!” Her voice was so apologetic it cracked. But once he caught his breath he started chuckling.
“God I wanna remove your panties with my teeth!” Matthew, in his doubled over state, was staring at her crotch. She gently guided his head and body up to where they were eye-to-eye, but he was staring at her bosom. His hands reached around her waist and went up her curves and finally around her back, and he pulled forward like she was the only thing stopping him from drowning. She was still stunned. His pleasure was addictive. And he came out of his shell, really. He wanted to take her. And she wanted him to take her. What was strange about it was that he seemed… powerful. He pulled her against his pelvis. The head was slippery with pre-pre-cum, just that mucousy layer that seems to magically appear before anything even shoots out. But as quickly as it came, his surge of power quickly subsided.
“Umm, sorry! I guess I was kinda excited there… um…”
Dana wasn’t sure why, but him backing down made her even hotter. He was still that shy man, but there was something raging beneath him (aside from his dick) that wanted to subdue her. It wasn’t quite what she fantasized about, but it was fascinating. Dana chuckled.
“I’m just glad you’re ok. I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
Matthew bent down a bit, supporting himself with his hand against his thigh. “That really hurt!”
Dana gave a demure smile. “Do you… wanna stop?”
Matthew, with some strain, stood upright.
“I wanna try one more thing.”
Dana thought aside, well damn, it felt like I was the one doing the trying. Dana wanted to encourage Matthew’s more assertive personality to keep coming forward. She already wanted to cum badly, and she was the girl. Matthew’s breathing was rather labored itself.
“How hard do you think you can squeeze?”
Say what? “Say what?”
***
If you're interested in about 10 times more material, including an expanded version of this story with a very messy conclusion, a few sequels with some new characters, and two more short stories, look up Queen's Grove by Sam Hunter on Amazon Kindle. The book is available for free with Kindle Unlimited. Thank you so much for your past support and I hope you got a kick out of it this time around too.
“Are you sure you want me to do this? I can still give you a hand job instead.” Dana‘s voice was whiny with anxiety. Her thoughts kept dancing between exhilaration and guilt. I wanna do this. I’ve never done this before. Is this wrong? Is he just weird? Is he weird in an ok way? Matthew gave her a guilty look. His eyes were so round and sincere that she felt her heart washed over with puppy fuzz. I can’t say no, her brain concluded.
They just walked into the living room. The apartment was already cleaned up. Matthew’s roommate would be gone for the weekend. Dana wanted to do things to him, nasty things to be sure. But this, this caught her off guard. Matthew’s shyness was killing her.
“Well, we don’t have to…”
Ugh, his voice. It was so cute! I just wanna hug him and kiss him and make him cum all over me. How can I do this to him?!
Dana Oum was a Cambodian-American biology major with ambitions of becoming a veterinarian. She was a typical sophomore at Queen’s Grove University. At 5’4 and 120 lbs, she was reasonably fit, with light tanned skin and shoulder length black hair. She liked a specific kind of guy, shy, kind, skinny, nice smile. Matthew Rodriguez, a surprisingly fair-skinned k** with Costa Rican parents, was actually a bit more broad-shouldered than what she had in mind, but it was cool.
“I mean, yah it’s gonna hurt but it feels good to me. I wish I had an explanation... It’s just… it’s just something I wanna experience, badly.” Matthew couldn’t look her straight in the eye. He had never asked for any kind of intimacy from anyone before, let alone this. Dana rubbed his shoulder. Matthew was able to look up at her. God those jeans look great on her, he thought (She often wore denim because she loved the sensation of it on her inner thighs). She was wearing a black long sleeve blouse that left plenty to the imagination. But if anything it just made her neck, face, and hair that much more attractive.
Dana softly said, “I’ll do it. I can definitely do it. But I mean…” She said this with a squirming smile. “They’re your balls.”
Matthew, the History major freshman with a heart of gold, had a ball-busting fetish. He got off on testicular pain, or to be more precise the fantasy of testicular pain. It was a dark secret he kept from everyone he knew, to an extent even himself.
His face froze as he just wasn’t sure what to say. Dana could read him quite well. She turned back to the door, closed, and locked it.
“Take your clothes off.” She smiled. Not grinned, but smiled. There was a difference. A grin would suggest some anticipation, maybe a touched of sadism. But this was just a smile, a cautiously optimistic, comforting gesture to preempt what she feared was going to become very uncomfortable. He was wearing grey gym shorts and a white t-shirt. When he removed his shirt he revealed a tone, dark body perfectly designed for his favorite sport, basketball. She bit her lower lip. Ugh this was too perfect. He pulled off his shorts and then his underwear. To his embarrassment he was already upright. Dana reached out and gently held his cock in her hands. She loved how soft the skin was. She ran her thumb over the vein on top. He wasn’t circumcised, but she could see the pink head peeking through the flesh. She pulled back softly, her body inching closer to his. When she placed her arm around him and pushed her lips (the ones on her face) on his, he inhaled sharply through his nose. At that moment his head (not the one on his shoulders) was revealed in the open air, and he couldn’t help but twitch it hard, a phenomenon which never ceased to amuse her.
But then she had to pull back. She had to remember why she was there. Balls, huh?
“Umm…” She started when Matthew spoke up.
“Aren’t you going to undress too?”
Dana chuckled. “Oh yah, my bad.” She replied. She backed away, giving his aching parts a bit of time to rest. It wouldn’t be much of a rest once she pulled off her black blouse. Her skin around her sides and abdomen looked so smooth. Her black bra seemed to be low cut. He didn’t know much about bras. She could have told him it was a balconette bra with black lace frill on top.
“You look really nice.” Matthew grinned awkwardly.
“Haha, thanks.” She removed her sneakers and slid off those tight jeans. Woah. Her legs were long, and really tone. They were absolutely gorgeous, stunning, but… they looked really strong too. Matthew gulped. Those transparent black hipster panties now felt untouchable.
“Do you feel like you could cum right now?” Her bright playful eyes could have knocked the wind out of him.
“I’ll try not to.”
Dana smirked. She could already see a slight glistening at the very tip of the head of his cock. Fortunately he was in good company. Her swollen labia push against the fabric of her panties when she thought of those innocent eyes rolling back into his head, that soft voice moaning loudly as if he were trying to sing to the clouds
“So… umm…” Dana thought for a moment and rubbed her chin. Matthew thought she looked sexy even in her pensive state. “Well, what do girls usually do in porn? Do I just start kicking them?”
“Umm, I guess so.” Dana took a step back. She could see it in his eyes. He was scared. He was terrified. He was kinda sorta trying to hide it. But she could tell
“Umm… maybe we should test to see how sensitive you are. I’ve heard some guys are more sensitive than others, right? You’ve never been kicked in the balls before have you?” Dana thought about the absurdity of her question. This guy couldn’t hurt a fly, almost literally. There isn’t a girl on earth who would want to rack him unless she was unbalanced.
“No, I haven’t.”
Yep. Figures.
“Ok, umm… Oh! I’ve got it! Be right back.” Dana darted into the bedroom, leaving Matthew leaning against the wall with his cock still erect and wondering what the heck was going on. He looked down on himself and thought idly maybe he should have shaved.
Dana came back into the room with two ribbons. “Ok, stand up straight.” Matthew did so obediently, like a soldier brought to attention. Dana paused to smirk for a quick second before tying one ribbon around his waist in such a way that it lifted his cock away from his balls and pressed it against his stomach. She then took the second ribbon and wrapped it around his waist too. But this time the front of the ribbon went under his balls, pushing them forward and outward just a bit to make them easier to… target.
“Is that comfortable? Lean back lean back.”
Matthew leaned back against the wall against. Yah, the ribbons were quite comfortable, but now his nuts were sitting ducks.
The pun did occur in her head. And yes, she knew it was terrible.
Dana took a second to admire her handiwork. She felt like the bottom ribbon might be pulling some hairs, so she went back and adjusted it. Matthew’s member twitched again at the feeling of her soft fingers. Dana felt each testicle with each hand to make sure they were securely out. That’s when she realized that them being pushed outwards actually left the skin on the surface quite smooth. She held one in each hand and rubbed her thumbs up and down very gently on the top. Aside from a few bumps from hair follicles, the skin was incredibly soft, even softer than the skin around her labia. She looked up at Matthew’s face and saw that he was pale with fear even though he was still clearly turned on. Some sweat was trickling down his temple. She looked at his balls in his hands. They were actually quite cute in their own way, so vulnerable and delicate. She felt like she could play with them for a few minutes.
She shook her head. She feel kinda stupid. She thought to herself, balls? Really? I think balls are cute? But on a guy like him they are kinda cute, like holding baby ducklings that produced sperm. “Ok, be right back.” This time she went into the kitchen. She came back out with a wooden spoon.
“There we go. Now we can test how sensitive you are.”
Matthew actually looked relieved. He had busted himself with a hair brush before. It wasn’t that bad. It hurt, but it felt great afterwards each time.
“You ready?” Matthew actually grinned. He was much less nervous.
“Ok. Go ahead.”
*Slap*
Without warning she wacked them both at once. She was careful to get some good surface area using the convex side of the spoon.
“Oh! Ahh, ahh…” Matthew yelped, and then yelp degraded into a strained sigh. The smack hurt a little, but the real pain came a second later, a strong pressure in his upper groin area. It was very uncomfortable, but at the same time he felt like feel good chemicals were rushing into his lower abdomen and grazing his cock. As the sensation flowed throughout his body he breathed a sigh of pleasure. Dana was scared at first, but then realized he felt fine right now. She smiled. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad. Instead of using her mouth or vagina or hands, she’d be using a wooden spoon. It’d be like playing an instrument, except sex
“Hard or softer?” Matthew’s shyness had subsided dramatically.
“Can you go a little harder? Oh, and twice in a row?”
Dana was getting increasingly aroused at his eagerness. “Ok.” She said ok with a background giggle and a bubbly head. She stoned up her face a bit to make herself look serious (the actual effect was that it made her look more adorable) and wacked him two more times.
*Slap slap*
“Hunnnn!” He grimaced and then exhaled, inhaled, and exhaled again. That hurt quite a bit more. The pressure acquired a burning attribute and was pushing up into his stomach. But his cock was also aching to where he felt like he had to push his pelvis forward, sprawling his hands on the wall for support. Dana inhaled sharply. That was the reaction she lived for, the first signs of his senses being overwhelmed. Warmth was overtaking her privates steadily as well.
“Are you still ok?” Matthew’s face scrunched up. “Do it a bunch of times, harder, this time with the edge!”
“Are you sure?” Her voice was clearly whining with concern. Matthew gave a puppy whine and thrust his pelvis forward. Dana was reassured.
*Thud thud thud, thud thud thud*
Each nut got three. “Uuuu… huhuh! Ahh…” That time really got him. The burning and pressure were even more intense and his knees started to buckle.
“Are you ok?!” Her natural instinct was to care for him after. Maybe an apologetic rub of her panties against his cock? Maybe a little neck massage and some kissing?
“Ahh… ahh… just give me a second.” Matthew took some deep breaths. Was it over? Matthew, very shyly and with a c***d-like grin, said
“Harder? Please?”
Dana gritted her teeth. “Umm, I don’t know. I don’t like seeing you in pain.” Her eyes were a bit watery actually.
“I’m fine, really.” Was he really? His boner didn’t even seem as intense anymore. Was the rush making up for it? Dana relented with a raised eyebrow.
“How much harder?”
Matthew thought for a second. “Like… if you were trying to break an ice cube.” What?! Was he serious? Oh my god. His poor balls. Poor babies.
“Umm, ok!” Dana actually took a step back to position her body in just the right way. Then she swung.
*THUD!*
She managed to do it horizontally so that the edge of the spoon delivered equal force to both organs. What a sickening sound. It was a combination of a thud and a slap, but the thud was a bit too soft to be a real thud. “UGH!” Matthew’s face grimaced and he doubled over. Dana stood in awe before setting the spoon down on the ground and caressing the sides of his head with both hands. She felt the sweat on his cheeks. Did he have a fever?
“Oh my god, sorry. Was that too hard?!” Her voice was so apologetic it cracked. But once he caught his breath he started chuckling.
“God I wanna remove your panties with my teeth!” Matthew, in his doubled over state, was staring at her crotch. She gently guided his head and body up to where they were eye-to-eye, but he was staring at her bosom. His hands reached around her waist and went up her curves and finally around her back, and he pulled forward like she was the only thing stopping him from drowning. She was still stunned. His pleasure was addictive. And he came out of his shell, really. He wanted to take her. And she wanted him to take her. What was strange about it was that he seemed… powerful. He pulled her against his pelvis. The head was slippery with pre-pre-cum, just that mucousy layer that seems to magically appear before anything even shoots out. But as quickly as it came, his surge of power quickly subsided.
“Umm, sorry! I guess I was kinda excited there… um…”
Dana wasn’t sure why, but him backing down made her even hotter. He was still that shy man, but there was something raging beneath him (aside from his dick) that wanted to subdue her. It wasn’t quite what she fantasized about, but it was fascinating. Dana chuckled.
“I’m just glad you’re ok. I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
Matthew bent down a bit, supporting himself with his hand against his thigh. “That really hurt!”
Dana gave a demure smile. “Do you… wanna stop?”
Matthew, with some strain, stood upright.
“I wanna try one more thing.”
Dana thought aside, well damn, it felt like I was the one doing the trying. Dana wanted to encourage Matthew’s more assertive personality to keep coming forward. She already wanted to cum badly, and she was the girl. Matthew’s breathing was rather labored itself.
“How hard do you think you can squeeze?”
Say what? “Say what?”
***
If you're interested in about 10 times more material, including an expanded version of this story with a very messy conclusion, a few sequels with some new characters, and two more short stories, look up Queen's Grove by Sam Hunter on Amazon Kindle. The book is available for free with Kindle Unlimited. Thank you so much for your past support and I hope you got a kick out of it this time around too.
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