Just wanted to vent and get my story out - Sex Stories

Just wanted to vent and get my story out

... I didn’t think that I was asking for much, not after I had spent the past 4 hours between her legs getting her off half a dozen times. She balked at the idea of even viewing a boys penis and ran out of the bathroom. I got home Sunday with blue balls to say the least and painted the shower with my cum for a couple of weeks after that. It was about this time that I really started to watch porn as well. I had seen plenty of porn before growing up. But after Cynthia, I started to devote a lot more time to stroking my meat while watching the screen instead of pursuing girls. I’d had enough of their bullshit. When I moved down to Texas to state college, I was still pretty much off girls and on porn. When I started my first semester at a community college I met a group of people who I now recognize as the lower society of community colleges. Every college probably has them. They take one or two classes, and spend their entire day not studying and getting great grades in their very light work load, but rather hanging out and pulling pranks on others. And at first I thought it was cool, but soon found out that they were nothing but leeches looking for healthy subjects to pull into their den of disgust and drain them dry. About the only thing I got from them was the chance to finger a girl, but I with my luck I knew that I wasn’t going to get anything else except sticky fingers and blue balls so I passed on them. She was my first black experience though, so that’s something. I went ...

... to school and had a very uninteresting life. Didn’t make friends at all, until about a year ago when I was in a psychology class. Met a girl and wanted to date her, found out that she was already in a relationship with a guy so I decided to just be her friend. I thought that our friendship wasn’t going to last past that semester, was usually the case for me. But we ended up having the same federal government class the next semester, after that we grew close and I helped her out through some shit, all while being nothing but a friend. We set up another class that following semester to be in, and I found a girl that would be my first, first girlfriend. We got together about halfway through the Fall semester and broke up beginning of December. I got told that we were expecting different things from this relationship, and that I had somehow mentioned marriage which freaked her out. It’s bullshit, I didn’t say anything about marriage to her, that was my other friend who we both hung out with at school. I know the reasons why she broke up with me. It was the date right after we had our first kiss together, my actual first kiss of a girl on the upper set of lips. It was, nice, so very nice. She was soft, I loved holding her, I really liked the contact that I was finally able to give to a person. In my family I don’t really touch anyone. No hugs, maybe a handshake. With her, I was able to hold her hand and hug her tight. I also fucked up majorly when I touched her inappropriately in ...