So this is a follow-up to yesterday’s story about one of the only times I’ve been busted out of anger. You can read it here

Anyways….

It’s the next morning and I’m still in a lot of pain. Amber must have crushed my nuts against my pelvis with her punch pretty good. I had a horrible sleepless night and actually considered going to the hospital, but decided to wait and see.

My balls are still tender to the touch and a little discolored, tho I’m not sure if that’s bruising or just blue balls. I have my sack resting on a pack of frozen veggies and another pack laying on top.

My phone buzzes.

“Hey, are you alright?”

It’s Amber.

I decide to respond by sending her a picture of the frozen veggies on my junk.

“But like, they’re not broken, right?”

I tell her, “they’re probably fine but they’re killing me.”

“Ok.”

That’s it, that’s all I heard for two fucking weeks lol. I decide not to reach out to her and let her initiate all contact.

It took about a week for the pain to subside and things to feel back to normal. Another two weeks at least for me to even think about ballbusting.

Shortly after that I hear from Amber again.

“Hey.”

Ignore it. Little while goes by.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure.”

“First. Are you ok? Like there?”

“Yea.”

“Okay. Who was that girl?”

Got some confirmation it was the Snapchat that caused it. Damn…

I explain to Amber who she is. I’m totally honest with her and share that history. Amber takes a while to respond.

“Okay. I get we’re not like, “exclusive” or whatever, but that’s pretty shitty. Like you didn’t even try to hide it.”

We chat some more about it and things cool down and it feels like old times.

“Can I come over?” She finally asks.

When she gets to my apartment it’s almost romantic. We’re immediately making out and she has me pushed against the wall. I manage to close the door before stumbling to the coach where we fuck.

After some rest we get ready for round two. I start eating her out, some fuzz has grown by now I’ve noticed. Before I know it she’s sitting on my face and I’m grabbing her thighs.

After a bit of this she slides off of me and onto the floor. I’m laying on my back on the couch and she’s on her knees on the floor next to me.

She starts jerking my cock and softly playing with my balls.

“Jay, I seriously can’t believe they’re okay. I swear I heard a pop or something. I thought I broke them.”

“Well, you did a number on them, fucking hurt. But nah, they’re good.”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I really thought I broke you. You should’ve seen your face, the noises you were making.”

I didn’t respond.

“Have you ever been hit that hard? Was that the worst?”

I have. It wasn’t.

“Oh my god yea, that was insane. I couldn’t walk right for a week.” I say, my breath getting heavier as she keeps jerking me off. She’s playing rougher with my balls too, now.

“God it’s so fucking hot. I wish I could explain.” She pretends to punch me in the balls in slow mo, pushing her fist into them. “Like, I could feel them. I heard them.” She pushes her fist into them again and gives a light tap, making my legs jump a little.

She gets up and swings her leg over and sits on my chest, facing away from me. How have I never noticed she has back dimples? I put my hands on her hips and am either ready to hold on for dear life or ready to throw her off of me lol

She starts playing with my balls, squeezing a bit. I feel her get a tight grip around the top to bunch them up. I brace for impact but it doesn’t come. Instead she traces her nails over them and pushes into the nut itself.

“I mean it, I thought I broke them. I was so scared. Once I knew you were ok I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

“Jesus, I get it” I tell her “you got off to almost breaking my balls” I try to tease her.

“No, seriously, I did. It was so fucking hot. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I even dreamt about it. You should’ve seen it from my view”

With the hand that’s not holding my balls in place she gives a few light slaps and a nice squeeze, hard enough for a reaction, but not crazy. She bends forward and starts sucking my cock.

I grab her hips and pull her on my face and start eating her out. She keeps sucking my cock and we 69 for a bit until she can’t focus anymore and just sits on my face, shortly after she cums.

She lays down next to me and catches her breath. I wipe my face dry with my tshirt that’s lying there. I’m still rock hard and begging to cum at this point. She lazily teases my cock and gives me a surprise smack in the balls. And then another. I slowly and teasingly grab her by the hair and pull her face close to mine. “I need to cum. Now.”

She gives me a nice hard smack, might’ve been a punch, my legs curl up a bit from the pain and I groan but open back up to make room since she slides back to the floor on her knees.

I sit up and spread my legs so she has plenty of room to work. She sucks my cock and plays with my balls, mixing in some squeezes and smacks. Nothing hard.

When I tell her I’m close she stops and pretends to punch me in the nuts. I flinch like a motherfucker and have a mini heart attack. She can’t stop laughing and climbs up me and positions herself to slide her tight soaked pussy over my cock. She starts to ride me and I suck her tit, but I don’t last long. Within a minute I have her flipped on her back on the floor, hand wrapped around her throat, fucking her hard, pulling out just in time to paint her from her face to her stomach. Something about how cum sticks to a chick’s hair…

I collapse and lay next to her and we just laid there for a while catching our breaths before getting up to go shower.