Mitch had sore balls by the end of the evening. Apparently three balls was less practical if you have to walk around, sit down and all that sort of stuff. He rubbed his sore balls absent-mindedly during dinner while eating with one hand. His mother stared at him; her eyes screaming that he should eat with both hands and keep his hands above the table. He eventually complied just as she was starting to open her mouth. He didn't feel like arguing this evening. He had heard what had happened to Tim and was really discomforted because of the entire situation. He felt like someone had caused Tim's sudden problems and perhaps his too. Even Ben seemed off at school though Mitch didn't know why exactly.
I meandered upstairs after having to put up with some tasks from his mother. He walked off saying he didn't right and headed upstairs without her uttering so much as a complaint though he felt her eyes in his back till he closed the door behind him. Sitting down on his bad he exhaled in probably the biggest sigh of his entire life up till this point. He got up and locked his bedroom door. Grabbed an old bikini-girl filled magazine that had seen better days and lowered his pants and underwear revealing his soft junk. "It has to have some advantages, right?" He thought to himself. He started rubbing his manhood while staring at a particularly attractive girl. Her face wasn't the best but her body was just as Mitch liked it.
He rubbed it and rubbed it and felt it harden and then realized it felt more and more awkward. He pulled back his hand and looked down. "What the fuck?!?"He said just a little too loudly. His mother screamed from downstairs. "I heard that!" Mitch screamed '"Sorry, mom!'' back at her with poorly hidden frustrated tone. He held his shrivelled hardon between his fingers. "What the fuck, it's tiny, jeez it's not even half the size it was when I was soft." He almost screamed out but managed to keep to loud whispering.
He panicked his heart was pumping so hard that he thought he could feel his veins expand. His muscles ached and he started sweating. He started moving around his room and randomly smashing against stuff in his haze. His tiny hard-on however didn't go away despite his movements. His father hit against the door. "You okay?" Mitch quickly realized he was making noise when he heard his fathers authoritative voice. "Yeah... sorry." His father walked off after uttering ''okay'' while sounding doubtful. Mitch sat down and was still hyperventilating a little. He then looked at the magazine and then started jerking off as if that was the logical next step. His tiny manhood uncomfortably in his muscular brute fingers. He leaned back and then he came. His three balls pumped a considerable amount of semen out of his tiny manhood more than double the amount he was used to. He collapsed onto his bed almost passing out from all the energy he had burned up.
He didn't leave his room before sleeping. In his sleep he hoped it had all been a dream. Tomorrow he would wake up to this bizarre nightmare again. At home Ryan was grinning at the thought of what he had done to the jocks while rubbing his massive appendage in private with two hands and still barely managing to get himself off.