Discovering Blue Balls

While growing up I didn't have much privacy, I had my own room but the door always had to be open, this was even after puberty started, or if it was closed it had to be for a really good reason. As most guys (I assume) I started masturbating once puberty hit, however I would always feel the need to hide it and do it in secrecy... I would hide in the bathroom, pretending my stomach was hurting so I could sit on the toilet and do it, or do it late at night or when someone was smoking and I could have a reason to close the door.

This has led to a behavior where I could find small moments where I could touch my cock a bit before the danger was imminent. In turn this caused a rush of adrenaline along with thoughts of being sneaky, naughty as well as the thrill of almost getting caught and the conviction that once caught I would be scolded, shamed, ostracized etc.

Years passed, I was around 18, and everything was pretty much in the same manner, by then though my masturbation habits were well established. I would know when to tease my cock a bit, when to stop, when to start again.

However one, hot evening as it got darker outside I started to tease several times, most likely almost 1 hour of constant on off teasing passed, my heart was elevated, my adrenaline pumping, my cock sensitive but my balls... my balls felt tense. I got up from the chair, turned off the porn on my computer, checked if the coast was clear, and while squatting so I wouldn't be seen through the blurry door glass I pulled down my pants to my ankles and touched my balls.

"Oh," I said to myself, "they ache", one hand on my cock, one hand inspecting them, then the scrotum all together. "Oh, my scrotum.. it's as if it filled up with veins and tubes". I was both shocked, intrigued and scared. "F*... what did I do to my balls... my entire scrotum feels like a round apple, it feels swollen". I thought to myself: "I should just orgasm and release the pressure, that's all there is".

I started to jerk off rapidly planning to finish right there on some sock and hide it for now. As I was jerking off violently, my balls started to tense and twitch even more... The ache got more prominent, but so was me getting closer to the orgasm, so was the sensitivity I felt, so was the pleasure and the adrenaline rushing up my spine.

And then... I got called: "Come we have to go pick-up something" ... fuck... "'kay coming..." (ironically... I "came" for sure but out of the room not out of my teased cock and tensed balls).

I got outside, got in the car.. we had to run a late errand which I knew about, but in my whole endeavor I've lost track of time.

As I was sitting on the car seat, "F*..." I said do myself, "they ache even worse..." as soon as I get home I was planning to release this pressure. The ache was now present in my scrotum but also my lower abdomen as if I was about to require the nearest toilet immediately after eating some bad food...

We ended up coming back at around midnight, lights out everyone asleep, door open.

"F*... how am I supposed to do it?" I didn't know how long it would take, I just wanted to be done with it and that's that, but I also wanted some light to see if I was ok... There was no way I was doing it in the dark in my room. "I'm going to the bathroom," I said, My lower abdomen ached, for a different reason though, so it was not entirely false. I went to the bathroom. Closed the door (that one had a window too, but was blocked by robes and towels, however the light was giving away that someone was in there late at night).

"I need to be quiet... I want to take my time and clean up, and leave no traces", I concluded...

Once in the bathroom, I got fully nude I looked in the bathroom mirror at my "minigrapefruit" which had replaced my well-defined hanging balls and my mind was blown with intrigue. "Wow, it's so round, so weird.", I touched it, it ached a bit, but that's when I realized in the 2 hours I had to endure the pain was almost completely gone.

Two thoughts came to mind.. do I just leave it and sleep it off? Or do I release? I release... it should be healthier, and besides at least I get my orgasm. So in front of the mirror I start stroking while standing. My sack barely able to jiggle, no way it could flop. I was mesmerized ... I found myself aroused by my own ball sack, I kept jerking harder and harder, it was good, the pleasure, the adrenaline, the sensitiveness... the safeness of the bathroom, the mirror, the nude body, the swollen sack... And then... the ache was back, "ugh", I grunted in my mind. "Now I really have to finish it...".

Instinctively... I spread my legs to make more room for the sack so I didn't press it as much with my thighs.. then instantly I felt the need to squat and there was all the space I needed. I started stroking, I opened my mouth, relaxed my eyelids, my mind was: "Oh this is amazing", however the ache caught up with this position too... but by now it felt so good, I wanted more... so I kept going, losing track of time... being there for almost an hour or more.. the ache was irrelevant compared to the pleasure and adrenaline rushing through my body.

Finally, I blasted my cum all over the bathroom floor... it was so much, both thick and runny, puddles all over, it was probably double than what it normally did, probably two and a half spoonfuls... I needed several rounds of toilet paper to "mop" it all up.

That was intense... but now the pleasure was gone... only the ache remained, and because of my spasms and orgasm it seemed as if someone punched me in my balls. "Oh cr*p", I felt like I was about to have explosive "d*...*ea", but I knew that wasn't the case. I knew I was as if someone punched me in the nuts. I got scared... I went to bed, promised myself that I would never do this to my balls ever again, and hoped to wake up with normal balls. Which the next morning I did, I was relieved and put it all behind me.

Later on..., an unremembered amount of time had passed... I was again horny, I would do my tease on off play (back then I did not know about edging, nor blue balls). After doing my little game... it happened again, got to that ball-aching pain... "Nope this is the signal we need to finish it now", said to myself, and I did, I was respecting my promise, once the limit of 1 hour was reached, and my balls started to feel funny, I would orgasm.

That worked... for a while... but later on, I got bored of jerking off the same way... so I tried to push it to see how much I could edge for beyond that 1h... at first it was roughly 1h... then as years passed it was 2h then 4h... my balls got used to it, the ache was coming after 4 hours now.... after that something odd clicked into my aroused mind... I was enjoying this ache by now... after so many years. I was in denial to myself that I came to crave it, to long for it, it made me feel alive, it made me feel my orgasm all the way into my gut... I had to stop this... but couldn't so I accepted it and kept at it until I got to 7-9 hours of edging with blue balls, which caused my biggest orgasms ever...