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After talking to a boy for a few days – and by talking I mean winning over with my amazing sense of humor and cleavage baring shirts– I finally got invited over to his place to watch a movie. Clearly, I wanted some snuggle action on the couch so I threw on some sweats (the cute/tight ones, obvi), grabbed a bottle of wine and headed over there.
The night was great. We watched the movie, drank some wine and did some serious snuggling. Never one to make the first move, I flirted mercilessly but waited for said boy to lay one on me.
And boy did he.
By the time it happened, however, I was so ready to go (because he was looking goooood in his sweats) that things moved pretty quickly. One minute we are sitting up and watching TV; the next we are rolling around the floor. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and got really lost in the heat. The moment.
Until we knocked a candle off the table and were forced (by fear of burning) to take a break.
The moment to breathe allowed me to think about what I was doing with my head instead of my….well, you know.
I immediately realized that things were progressing too fast and I had to leave before a walk of shame was to be had. Not that I minded the walk of shame – after all, I had done them before – but because I actually liked this kid and wanted something to come of it.
I told the boy that I had to go. He was sweet and understanding, but he also seemed a little…heated up? Ready to go? Um…aroused? I didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, I was leaving specifically to avoid having to take care of that situation (if you know what I mean). But at the same time, I didn’t want to leave this poor boy in pain.
I was really torn inside. I know it sounds lame, but the last thing you want to do to a boy you like is give him blue balls. He was sweet and never pressured me to stay, but I am Jewish and feeling guilty about things is just part of who I am.
As soon as I got home I did a little research on the validity of blue balls. Yes, I know I am crazy. Anyways, here is a little information that all girls should know (so you don’t feel/get pressured to do things you don’t want to do just because Mr. Happy Pants is asking you to):
Blue Balls are real. But, they also tend to be exaggerated. When men are aroused, a lot of blood flows to the penis. This is most often remedied by an orgasm. However, if an orgasm is not reached, there will be discomfort - usually for a very short period of time. Yes, reaching orgasm will make this situation go away faster, but is not always necessary.
So I shouldn’t feel so guilty after all.
In fact, he already called to ask me out again.
11 Comments
Blue balls is the oldest trick in the book. Sure, I believe it is a real condition, but moreso a LAME excuse.
I’ve had blue balls before and i had to go to work like that. when my (female) boss saw me walking with a limp she asked what was wrong. i lied. i couldn’t tell her i had blue balls. it sucks
There’s no such thing as blue balls just as there really is no such thing as a G-Spot, size DOESN’T matter and Santa Claus really left the wii under my tree a couple weeks back…
Blue balls are real, but they only really happen in extreme cases, i.e. 4hrs of straight making out, or seeing your girlfriend for the 1st time in a month.
Hate to break the man-code, but here’s the fact. Blue balls, while real, are nothing more than an excuse a guy uses to get you to feel sorry for them and, therefore, do them. Guys are really good at playing on sympathies, especially when the reward is sex.
Girls, don’t be fooled. He will take care of those blue balls himself as soon as you leave. Also, there are two scenarios that will play out afterward. Either he will call you again, with the hopes that you fix his blueballs next time, or he will find someone else to do it for him. Stringing a guy along is a good way to get him to do what you want, but it only works for so long;
She pulls out her book of morals and ethics AFTER she goes to his place with a bottle of wine, intent on “cuddling”. He’s a “nice guy” raised by his mommy and sisters, with lifelong training to be a big sissy and she knows it. She writes her little story in hopes of a big group hug to tell her that it’s OK to tease a man to the point of no return and then run away feigning guilt. Reality is she sucks as a human being for playing her little games. I would have never called her back for pulling a stunt like that.
Any dude that says it’s fake has never experienced it. Like Ben said, in extreme situations it can be seriously painful. First time it happened to me was after groping a hot girl at a party for a few hours… Hurt so bad I had to stop at a McDonalds rest room to relieve it cause I thought I might die. Know however that relief comes immediately after release, so don’t feel bad cause he WILL take care of it immediately after you leave!
for god’s sake, you could give the poor boy a hand job at least! have some mercy with us!
But keep us posted on what happens next…
dude screw that, i have blue balls right now and ti fucking hurts man, this chick brittany came over and long story short she doesnt like to “do the dee” unless going out , so she left .. left me in this pain that is so terrible id ont even want to walk…
but good news, she wants to chill tomorrow.. oh and btw the cure to this is… Bust one!! lol
blue balls is definitely a real condition, and you dont understand it till youve had it. In the past I had lighter cases but today i got an extremely bad case after making out with a girl for 5 hours and she wouldn’t go any farther, i didnt try to pressure her or anything but i had to realease the pressuer. so i popped one while i was driving on the way home, and it is not an excuse to have sex. i didnt even tell her about it, it also does not go away immediatly about an hour after ejaculation is when its finally gone. i dont even know how long it would be if i didnt tho, but it would be unbearable, since they are constantly hurting and if the are bumped it feels the same as getting punched when they are normal.
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