Chapter 1: How can Tim Miller’s blue balls get some relief?
By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

It was a Sunday morning, and my cock was hard in my hand. As an eighteen year old virgin, the strength of my erections was never in doubt, but their frequency was becoming distracting, to say the least. Hard when I went to sleep, hard when I woke up, hard at various impractical points throughout the day, my hormones were in a constant cascade down from my brain to my dick, swelling up my balls and begging to be released in an explosion of hot, white, euphoria.