Hi all! Usually I write much longer stories but, I decided to just grind out a short quick one. Instead of the teasing and long build up this is more simple and straight to the point. Enjoy!
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“Okay David I have good news and bad news.” The doctor said as he walked into the room.
“Bad news first I guess.” I responded.
“It looks like a large amount of muscle in your wrist has indeed been damaged as a result of the accident. This means you are going to have to keep in mind a few prohibitions that I must tell you to refrain from doing. This list includes: physical or strenuous activity, writing, typing, throwing, lifting, and also masturbation.” The doctor explained.
My stomach sank.
“Masturbation?” I repeated for reassurance.
“Yes, but, here is where the good news comes in. If you do listen to me and not participate in any of those activities, your wrist should be healed in only a short month.” The doctor said with a hint of sympathy.
“A month??? Oh boy. Alright then. Thanks doc. I’ll make an appointment for next month to see how the healing process has come along.” I said as I put on my jacket and left the room.
‘A month without jerking off?’ I wrestled with the harsh reality of that sentence in my head as I got into the elevator. Considering the fact that I didn’t just have girls on speed dial that could come over and get me off, along with my current residence at my Dad and Step-Mom’s house (which was far away from my home town where all my friends live), it was looking like a hard, drag of a month for me.
My sister and I alternated who we stayed with each month of the Summer ever since my parents split. Staying at Dad’s was always the shorter end of the stick, due to the frequent boredom as a result of there being nothing to do in the small town where his house was. It didn’t take my Dad long to find another woman and he eventually re-married this much younger (34 in comparison to his age of 50) partner. Although I would never admit it to anyone aloud, ever since my Dad started dating my now Step-Mom I’ve always had a slight crush on her, which ultimately led to a wide array of incestuous and taboo fantasies. With me being 18, it was definitely weird having a mom less than 20 years apart in age from me, especially when I grew up with old parents. Whenever my friends met my Step-Mom they would always go on about how hot she was and how they wanted to do sexual things with her. While I had no choice but to make grossed out faces and tell them they’re fucked up, I secretly had the same exact obsessions.
The first week was pure torture. I had been accidentally aroused several times and having an incurable case of the blue balls almost every day was not enjoyable to say the least.
With today marking the start of week 2, I have become fed up past my limit. I was determined to get off in one way or another tonight but, I also knew the repercussions of going against the doctor’s orders and using my hand. If I messed up my wrist even more, I would be looking at even more time without jacking off. Somehow, someway, I was going to find a solution.