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Blue

Blue's not just a color
Back in the day's of school
Was what happened to my balls
That were hanging from my tool

Back in the days of puberty
When I first noticed girls were fine
And I had no real experience
Felt I had to draw the line

In middle school, when we danced close
And I felt a perky breast
My dick got hard and balls got blue
Was no cumming in her nest

I was a good religious boy
Was no sex until were wed
Couldn't ask her for a blow job,
So I went home instead.

Took my blue balls right away
By taking things in hand
Took a couple strokes to do it
Masturbating felt so grand

Put up with getting blue balls
Until my senior year
When lust for sex took over
And I overcame the fear

Dipped my dick in my first pussy
Was the first time, not the last
That was the end of Blue Balls
I had put them in the past

It was the sexy sixties
Girls were ready, hot and slick
They were glad to help with blue balls
If you didn't cum too quick.
Written by eightmore
Published
Author's Note
Another poet in DUP suggested that there were not enough poems about Blue Balls. Here is my contribution; so to speak.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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