Freshman Blue Balls Ch 02

The next day I woke up hard, as usual. I looked around my room, still sleepy. One of the benefits of choosing community college is being able to live at home and sleep in my own bed. I have a nice room, I live in a nice house and am blessed to have a nice family.

My dad is black and my mom is white. He met her after he became a doctor. She was a nurse, I know that seems cliched, but that's their story. My Dad is now an ENT with a private practice and the community loves him and he has a reputation as a good doctor.

It's because he went to medical school that I know he is disappointed in my decision to stay local and not go to Harvard or some other high-end school. He tells me he is fine with my decision, but I know better, he is too nice to tell me how he feels. But I don't like book-work, I am not dumb, I get good grades, I just hate it.

I know two things: The first, I do not want to be behind a desk somewhere when I get older, sitting on my ass all day. The second, I want to be in charge of me, I want to have my own business, possibly in the sports world, like a coach, or an agent or something. Afterall, I am going to get a four year degree in sports management.

I looked around my room, the walls decorated with signed NBA jerseys, team logos, and other memorabilia I'd collected over the years. Beneath the TV mounted on my wall was a built-in display showcasing all the trophies, ribbons, and medals I'd earned since my tee-ball days.

I had hopes of adding some more trophies as a freshman basketball player this year. But, now with this injury, it looked like I may be out for a good part of the season. I am not sure if we even get personal trophies or ribbons in division-three community college. It didn't matter, I knew that I had the rest of the week off from school and nothing to do today but go to Mrs. T's for therapy.

"Holy shit!" I muttered under my breath. "I fuckin' almost forgot!"

I was still tired and groggy, but how could I forget getting a blow job from my best friend's hot mom. I smiled, at least I had something to be happy about this week.

The image of Mrs. T's auburn red hair, framing her pretty face as she bobbed up and down on my cock was making me hard again. As hot as that is, I was not gonna re-live it in my mind. Mornings were for one thing, watching back shot videos on my phone.

I opened my phone and pulled up one of my favorite videos; some black dude plowing his white girlfriend from behind. I loved jerking off to back shots, there is something magical about seeing that big round ass getting pounded from behind and the sight of a woman's asshole winking as her pussy gets slammed by a big cock.

My ex-girlfriend Sara had a nice ass, unfortunately, I never got to see it naked, she was very uptight about sex. We had sex four times, each time missionary and I was not allowed to go down on her and she would not go down on me. We were both virgins, so I figured it was okay, I figured she was just nervous and felt guilty about sex before marriage.

I pushed the blanket down. My cock was a deep chocolate brown, smooth to the touch, with a thick vein running up the side that pulsed whenever I gave it a squeeze. I was circumcised, so the head was always exposed--slick, slightly shiny, and a bit lighter than the shaft. The shape of it had always looked kind of odd to me. The ridge around the crown was barely there--just a gentle curve that didn't flare out much--which made the whole thing look a bit like a bright pink Tic Tac.

I began stroking my cock, staring at my phone, getting ready to cum along with the guy in the video.

In the video, the girl was moaning loudly--cumming hard as he rubbed his thumb across her asshole. He kept slamming into her, relentless, and she was already cumming a second time. My cock in real life was about ready to explode, the tip slick with precum drooling down the head.

I looked back at the video, a few more pumps and then he pulled his cock out, blasting rope after rope of hot sticky cum up her back and then over her ass cheeks. As I watched the final shot of cum land squarely on her asshole, I began to cum in real life.

I held it for one final stroke, then let go, cum shot out, landing on my stomach and chest, in big white sticky ropes. Every time I pumped my hand, I squirted a stream of cum, after fifteen squirts, my chest and abs covered in spunk I was finally done.

I lay back, resting my head on the pillow. Relieved and drained of cum. The pressure in my balls relieved.

After recovering for a minute I grabbed my tshirt and wiped myself off. My phone rang, which was unusual, I never get calls especially in the morning. I looked at it... it was Mrs. T.

"Hello." I said, sheepishly. Putting the phone on speaker and flopping it on my chest.

"Hey Trey! It's Mrs. T." She said, her voice sounding sexy even though she was not trying.

"I know. Good morning, Mrs. T." I said, already sounding defeated.

"Your next appointment is today at five and I thought I could pick you up early so we could talk about... some things."

"Yeah, I kinda figured." I said, feeling a little deflated. I knew this was a one-time thing, and to be honest, I was glad she was going to address it so that it wouldn't be weird when I was over hanging out at her house.

"I will pick you up at three, we can talk and then you can come with me to pick up Avery, he had to pick up a shift at the mall today and his car is in the shop."

I said okay, then we hung up.

I had been home alone for since yesterday, my mom and dad left on a trip to the Mediterranean. They actually postponed it a few days when I first got injured, and finally left yesterday. The rest of the day dragged on. By two-fifty-eight, I was already standing outside when her big white SUV rolled up, I hobbled to the passenger side and climbed in, pulling the door shut behind me.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound casual.

"Hey, Trey," she answered with a soft smile. But her voice... there was something different about it. Something tighter underneath the warmth.

We pulled away from the curb, and silence filled the car. Not the teasing, comfortable kind we'd shared before. This was thick, heavy, almost suffocating. I stared out the window, feeling every second stretch longer and heavier. My palms were sweaty against my shorts, my heart pounding harder with each passing block.

I could feel her glancing at me now and then, but neither of us spoke. The air conditioning hummed softly, filling the space with an empty, meaningless sound. I tried to think of something to say -- anything -- but my throat was dry, my mind spinning.

My stomach twisted into a knot so tight it felt like I couldn't breathe. I clenched my fists in my lap and stared harder out the window, willing myself not to panic.

Finally, she spoke. Her voice was calm, steady, but serious. "Trey," she said, keeping her eyes on the road. "We need to talk about this."

I turned toward her slowly, bracing myself for the worst. The weight of dread settled on my chest, making it hard to get a full breath.

"You're mature enough to understand this can't get out," she said, her tone even but firm. "You can't tell anyone. Not your friends. Not your teammates. Not even someone you think you can trust." She tightened her hands slightly on the steering wheel, glancing over at me for a second before looking back at the road. "I'm trusting you, Trey. You need to protect me. Protect Mr. T. Protect our reputation and protect your best friend, Avery. If you want this to continue..."

My eyes grew as big as frying pans. 'Did she just say "continue"?' I thought to myself. For a second, I just stared at her. Then a slow, wide grin spread across my face.

"Hell yeah! I want this to continue," I said, my voice low but sure.

Mrs. T smiled faintly, almost like she'd expected that answer. She pulled off into a gas station and then she turned off the engine and shifted in her seat to face me more fully, resting her hands lightly on her lap. There was a seriousness in her eyes now that wiped the grin off my face.

"Trey," she said, her voice even, calm. "We need to be clear about a few things before anything happens again. You need to really listen to me."

I nodded, sitting up straighter, the weight of her tone cutting through the haze of lust in my brain.

"First," she said, "what happened yesterday wasn't planned. I did it--it was all me. But I'm honest, and I told my husband. Mr. T and I have been faithful for a long time. After twenty years of marriage, we've talked about spicing things up, but we never acted on it. Honestly, we didn't want the jealousy, the drama, other guys, the risk of disease--none of that. We didn't want to complicate our lives. But then I saw your cock and thought... this is perfect. A chance to shake things up and help you relieve the worst case of blue balls I've ever seen."

I laughed, "Yeah, that was pretty bad. They were pretty full."

"But there are rules," she said firmly. "This is about sex. That's all. No relationship. No romance. No sneaking around trying to text me at night or getting jealous if you see me with Mr. T. You're not my husband. You're not replacing him. Do you understand?"

I swallowed and nodded. "Yeah. I understand."

"This has to stay between us. Completely. No friends. No teammates. No 'locker room talk.' If even a whisper of this gets out, it could destroy a lot of things. For me. For Mr. T. For Avery. For you." She looked me dead in the eyes, her voice calm but razor sharp. "You have to be smart, Trey. I am not telling you what to do. I am simply offering you a deal."

I nodded again, more seriously this time. "I get it. I swear. No one will ever hear a word from me."

She watched me for a long moment, weighing the truth of my words. Then she nodded, seemingly satisfied.

"Good," she said. "Because if you can't handle that, if you even hesitate, this ends right now. No hard feelings, but it ends. I am sorry to hammer this, but... you are young and your generation..."

"I can handle it," I said, meeting her gaze. "I want this. I want you."

For the first time, a genuine smile curved her lips -- warm, approving.

"Okay! Good! But... a few more things to iron out. I am assuming and hoping you are free of diseases, as in STD's?" She asked.

"Yes Ma'am!" I said confidently. "I only had one girlfriend and we were both virgins. Honestly, Mrs. T. I have only had sex four times in my entire life... I am not like an experienced guy or anything like that. I don't really know what I am doing, when it comes to pleasing women. Sara would never even let me go down on her."

She cut me off, "Trey, it's okay, forget about Sara. I was a virgin when I met my husband, I have no diseases either, you are welcome to come with me and talk to my primary doctor, if you want to verify that I am clean and have no history of venereal diseases."

I was staring at her tits now and looked up into her face, she noticed and smiled. "Naw, Mrs. T. I trust you." I said, grinning from ear to ear at the prospect of having no-strings sex with a hot MILF. "If you want you can come to my doctor too! I never had anything Mrs. T."

She watched me for a long moment, weighing the truth of my words. Then she nodded, satisfied.

"Good," she said. Her voice stayed calm, professional, like she was discussing errands she needed to run. "Because after we do physcial therapy tonight, I'm taking you home. And on the way to your house, we are pulling off somewhere quiet and you are going to fuck me in the back of this gigantic SUV. And just so you know, we don't have to do any of this if you don't want to! Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to have your very own fuck doll?"

I nodded, trying to stay cool even though my heart was hammering in my chest.

There was no smirk on her face. No playful sparkle in her eyes. She wasn't seducing me. She was telling me what was going to happen. Like an agreement. Like a contract.

"Yes," I said, my voice low and raspy. "Absolutely."

"Good," she said, starting the SUV again. "Now we've gotta pick up your best friend from work, and by the time we get back to my place, it'll be around 4:30. We can do your therapy a little early today. Then I'll tell Avery I'm dropping you off and heading to my book club--that way, he won't want to come."

We pulled out of the gas station, we still had another fifteen minutes before reaching the mall.

The ride to the mall was quiet, but not for me. Mrs. T kept her eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually in her lap. Her outfit was sexy--tight white T-shirt, black leggings. Nothing special, but on her, it might as well have been lingerie.

Her tits looked even bigger from this angle, snug under the thin fabric, the seatbelt pressing between them and pulling her shirt just tight enough to show the soft round curves underneath. I was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra. Every little shift in the seat made her chest jiggle just slightly, like it was moving in slow motion just for me.

My eyes dropped to her thighs. Her leggings were stretched over them, smooth and flawless, and the seam ran right between her legs, outlining her pussy in a way that made my cock twitch. I had to shift in my seat, but it didn't help. I was already rock hard, the head of my cock pushing up against my waistband, leaking like crazy.

I couldn't stop thinking about what she said. She was going to let me fuck her tonight. That word--fuck--just kept echoing in my head. Not a blow job. Not rubbing. Full-on sex. Mrs. T, my best friend's mom, was going to let me slide my cock into her pussy and bust a nut deep inside her.

My chest was tight just thinking about it. I tried to picture what she looked like naked. What her pussy looked like. What it smelled like. Was it shaved? Was it thick? Did she get wet fast? I imagined pulling down those leggings and seeing her bare ass in the daylight, that tight body bending over the back seat while I got behind her.

I had to clench my fists to keep from groaning. My balls ached bad, worse than this morning. It wasn't just that I wanted her. It was that I was about to have her, the anticipation of sex was making my cock hard and my balls were filling up.

"Mrs. T," I said finally, my voice rough and low from holding back.

She glanced over at me, raising an eyebrow, then back to the road. "Yeah?"

I hesitated for a second, but there was no point pretending. "I'm hurting again. Bad. My balls... it's worse than yesterday." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my shorts tenting embarrassingly high, the head of my cock leaking through the thin fabric.

She spoke calmly, "We've got time for a quick blowjob. That should take the edge off."

She looked down briefly, taking in the sight, then gave a small, almost imperceptible nod like she was confirming something in her mind. She said nothing, just flicked on her blinker and turned down a quiet side road. We drove a minute or two and ended up on a dead-end road.

"You are lucky my cousin lives down the road here, and he is not home, we can get some privacy." She said before pulling into a driveway of a secluded house. I looked around, nobody was home and there were no other houses around.

She parked the SUV without a word and turned off the engine. For a moment she just sat there, hands resting lightly on the steering wheel, not looking at me. Then she unbuckled her seatbelt, turned in her seat, and looked me dead in the eyes.

"Go ahead, take it out," she said simply, her tone cool and matter-of-fact, like she was asking me to hand her a piece of paper.

My hands moved automatically, shoving my shorts down just enough to free my cock. It sprang out instantly, hard and twitching, the tip already glistening with precum. I caught her eyes flicker, just briefly, at the sight of it -- no shock, no hesitation, just quiet, hungry acceptance.

She leaned across the console, her ass turning toward the window, the fabric of her leggings stretching tight over her curves. Her tits moved softly under her shirt with every shift of her weight. I couldn't stop staring. I'd pictured her like this a thousand times, but nothing came close to the real thing. She looked calm. Focused. Like she already knew exactly how this was going to go.

Then her face was right there in front of my cock.

I was holding my breath. My cock was standing straight up, leaking hard, twitching with every heartbeat. And when her warm breath hit the tip, I nearly lost it right there.

She opened her mouth and took me in slowly, her lips wrapping around the head, tongue swirling like she was tasting me for the first time. I reached out with my left hand, squeezing her ass as I took in the full curve of her hips. I ran my fingers over the strip of exposed skin between her white shirt and the waistband of her yoga pants--soft, warm, and smooth.

I couldn't help myself. I slid my hand down the back of her pants, under her thong, and grabbed a full handful of her right cheek. My fingers worked under the thin strap, sliding lower until I felt the tight heat of her puckered asshole. Fuck, I was so hard now.

I ran my finger over her asshole, then pushed lower until I found her soaked pussy lips. My arm was fully stretched as I leaned forward, her mouth still wrapped around my cock. I slid my middle finger inside her--warm, wet, and gripping. She moaned around me as I pushed in deep.

I pulled my finger out and held it up, watching her wetness glisten. Then I slipped it into my mouth, tasting her. Her pussy was sweet and warm on my tongue--and I instantly wanted more.

"Oh fuck," I whispered. I couldn't help it. Her mouth was hot, wet, and relentless--she sucked like a woman who craved cock. She slid down deeper, one hand stroking the base while the other reached underneath and cupped my balls. They were tight and heavy, and she knew it.

She moaned when she felt them--not just reacting, but like she needed it. Like the feel of my full balls in her hand made her even wetter.

She pulled off slowly, lips slick and glossy, a thin string of spit hanging from her mouth. Her eyes were wild, locked on my cock like it was the only thing in the world.

"Trey..." she whispered, breathless. "I fucking love sucking your cock. It turns me on so much. I get wet just feeling it twitch in my mouth." She gripped the base tighter, slowly stroking. "You have no idea how bad I've been needing this. I want your cum so fucking bad--I want it all. Feed me, baby. Fuck my mouth and let me swallow every drop."

Before I could even respond, she took me in again. Deeper this time. Her throat opened up and I felt the head hit the back. I gasped, body jerking forward, and she didn't flinch. She took it. She worked her mouth around me like a woman who knew exactly how to drain a cock and loved doing it.

Her lips were slick, spit running down the shaft as she bobbed faster, one hand stroking, the other gently tugging my balls. I couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Just moaned, quietly and helplessly, while the pressure built deep in my gut.

"I'm gonna cum," I managed, barely getting the words out. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum..."

She didn't stop. She moaned around my cock like she couldn't wait.

And then I was cumming. Hard.

My cock throbbed in her mouth--and then I exploded. The first thick rope blasted straight down her throat, but she didn't back off. She kept her lips locked tight around me, sucking slowly, carefully, like she was trying to catch every drop. More kept coming, pulse after pulse, and she let it pool in her mouth--groaning softly, like she loved the weight of it, the taste, the act itself.

My legs shook. Toes curled in my sneakers. I couldn't breathe. I came harder than I ever had in my life--like days of need were pouring out all at once.