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Good sportsmanship: Oklahoma Little League player consoles pitcher that hit him in head during LLWS qualifier in Texas

During Tuesday's Little League Southwest Region championship, there was a scary moment between teams hailing from Pearland, Texas and Tulsa, Okla. In the first inning, Texas East pitcher Kaiden Shelton had a pitch get away from him and strike Tulsa's Isaiah Jarvis in the head. 

Luckily for Jarvis, the ball struck him in the helmet, so he was able to remain in the game.

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Judging by your upheaval of faith and beliefs you are certain of this too. But in the quiet moments of you finding yourself naked and your room empty; except the sounds of your restless undertaken heart. You retreat to what feels good. And what feels good is not measuring yourself to what everyone else thinks. So you release an indefinite part of you. An unspoken truth hidden from everyone else. You take those moments you let pass and think, what if I hadn’t?

And then truly you are free, as the last clattered chain of the resemblance of the world falls to the ground - “unshackled” from its constrain. Your underwear on the ground and the sound of just your hand on your penis as the silent humming of your breath and bed fade as your thoughts begin to take on more shape and adding thoughtless color to what was once your dull gray life. What if I had acted and I was born in a world where I could be free without the judging of a loving god?

Shots of cum spray up with tumultuous noises from you and your body as you sigh a breath of relief. Realizing that like a child staying true and obedient and not flying off to where the cocks crow you will stand better for it. Not better than them, but better than if you had done the deed. In the end it’s all the same path just different vices trying to pull you away right?

So really is there a difference to where you are now, hoping to know what that blissful experience is like vs being at the other end and regretting it - Hoping you could return what you decided to embellish in?If I could know without the pain and the marks made in my mind and the flesh that I did something wrong I would. But then I’d be no better than a child wishing I had not done it and with it sacrificed the only innocent part of me that’s left. In the end the fate of one person left in an empty room will either fall in or fall out. The difference is not then in the decision of whether to say “yes” but the strength to uphold what you know and say what “no” is needed to walk away. Knowing that if a session where you sprawl out naked and indulge. That it’s better than the weight that could be fitted on you. It’s better to keep it with the thousands of other unspoken thoughts of the heart. It’s better to let it be wayward in the mind. After all isn’t the mind as unspoken as you have made the effort to be?

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Disclaimer: this is a 100% true story of consensual sex acts between my older brother and i. If you do not like/support consensual incest than this story is not for you to read.

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This occurred pretty recently, sometime between summer of last year.

I have a problem of not being able to jerk off comfortably knowing people in my house are awake and possibly interrupt my “me time,” so i typically jerk off once everyone is asleep after midnight in our living room, guest room, outside by my pool, shit even sometimes in the kitchen if I’m doing some work at the table and randomly get hard. All these rooms have no doors to enter in as well, but knowing everyone was asleep meant i could freely walk around my house completely nude without no remorse. And if someone were to wake up i would be able to hear them and uh cover my tracks so to speak to prevent being caught. I can’t do it in my room because I share it with a straight roommate, which resulted in finding my other options later on.

Now that I mention the kitchen table I’ll go off on a slight tangent and say that it was common for me to do my homework at the kitchen table and being a typical teenage student, homework meant a lot of stress build up, which can be seen by my swollen balls filled with cum. Sometimes late at night when the head of my penis was more focused than my actual head i found myself with one hand holding my pencil, the other in my pants. Occasionally i would just take my pants off completely for easy access to stroke my cock under the table while simultaneously writing. Multitasking at its finest. Since i sat in the corner of the kitchen anyone who walked in wouldn’t be able to tell that the bottom half of me was sweating in my seat from how hot and heavy things were getting. In fact this happened a couple times that i would either have my head phones in or was just too focused on my cock that i wouldn’t hear my father or roommate enter the kitchen to get some water, they were completely oblivious at the fact that my pants were in the chair next to me and my underwear laid over my backpack on the table lol. Those were some close calls but no one is able to catch me masturbating successfully other than my older brother.

Going back to the main story now haha as i got older the more comfortable I was at showing off my body. I was in sports, i was (still am) nice and tan, tall but toned, so I have to admit I enjoyed being naked, especially if other people saw me. As i got older, the less often my brother and i would fool around. It was only when HE wanted it, which was close to never unfortunately. So i took it upon myself last year that whenever I would jerk off, I wouldn’t shy away and hide it whenever my older brother walked in on me. I figured if he saw me the way I was, I could possibly turn him on and maybe he’d want to fool around. My brother also worked a late night shift so he never got home until 1 am anyways, the time I usually am on the living room couch, in my element.

I don’t know if it’s just me but masturbsting, especially after a long day or late at night makes me sleepy as fuck. There will be times i come home after school, and when i start to jerk off, i accidentally doze off and wake up 5 minutes later with my cock still in my hand lol. Well this essentially happened to me this one night. I was edging since 11pm, it was a school night (i has summer school) and i didn’t sleep much the night before. Sometime between 12 am and 1 am i fell asleep while edging, fully nude on the living room couch. I must’ve been in a deep sleep because I was so comfortable I thought I was already in bed.

However, at around 2 I remember slowly coming out of consciousness. This first began because there was a light flashing in my eyes. Since i thought i was in bed, I didn’t open my eyes, I assumed my roommate was just looking for something with his phone flashlight. Then, the more I concentrated on the light behind my eyelids, I began to wake up more. That’s when I felt something touching my balls gently. I immediately realized I wasn’t in bed, I was still on the couch. I didn’t want to blow my cover because i knew instantly that whoever was touching my balls, was my older brother. If he knew I was awake, he’d be scared off and retreat back to his room and I couldn’t let that happen. Incase me stirring from waking up made him suspicious, I took that time to excuse it by me changing positions in my sleep. I rotated onto my back, and began to breathe heavily in a purr sound, trying to make it sound like I was in a deep sleep. The moment I started to move his hand moved back quickly as he was startled. The light went away from my eyes and went off for a second. There was a pause of silence. He was trying to make sure that i was not awake… little did he know I was.

The light returned, I could now tell that he was using his phone flashlight pointing at my face to see if I would squint, because that would be a dead give away that I was awake. The light then faded a bit as he shined the light down my body. I made sure when i rolled over to flex a bit so he can notice my abs. A then felt a light tap on my balls, which caused me to jump a little because I wasn’t expecting such a thing. It was another test of his to make sure I was truly asleep. My heart was racing, i could feel myself blushing but I simply had to restrain myself from making any more reactions except for a fake light snore. Tap, tap, tap. Each time, my brother smacked my balls a little harder trying to see if I’ll flinch. With each slap, it was so quiet in the house I thought someone would hear it. Then i heard my brothers breathing: tense, quiet and in awe. I could hear him swallow. The sight of my cock made his mouth water, I know him way too well by now to know this. Tap, tap, tap. He slapped my balls three more times to be safe. Since it was summer and very warm at night where I live, my balls were hanging particularly low and loose that specific night. Since the skin is so thin and my balls were so exposed that as his slaps got harder, it was almost impossible for me to not whimper in pain. However, i bit my tongue and stayed silent.

He place his hand flat on my stomach, i could tell he was nervous because they slightly tremebeled and I could feel the sweat at his finger tips. His hands slid down to the base of my cock, feeling my pubic hair. I then realized this was the first time he’s seen my penis not erect. The first 20 or so times we fooled around he always asked me why it was always hard around him, so seeing me flaccid was a marvelous sight to see. As I realized it, it didn’t take long for the blood to rush to my penis, hardening over his palm. He was studying my body, the lack of touching allowed me to guess that he was admiring watching the natural state of a boy responding to his surroundings, even in his sleep. When I was fully erect, he took his hand off my stomach. I listened carefully, and in the stillness of the air I heard him lift up his shirt, tucking his fingers into the waist band of his pajama bottoms and tugging on them. It was so quiet, I even heard them fall around his ankles.

I then heard the shuffling of skin against skin as he looked at my body he begun to masturbate over me. Behind my eyelids, the light from his phone flickered as the shadow from his masturbating interfered. I was able to tell how fast he was stroking his cock, and seeing it slow down when he got a little too excited. Then he stopped, wrapped his fingers around the head of my penis, and began to slowly stroke my cock. I could feel his eyes looking at me, making sure I was still asleep. Minutes went by as he alternated masturbating me, then going back to himself, then back to me.

I thought how it was kinda fucked up to think my brother was getting off to my nude “sleeping” body, but i had a feeling he knew what I was up to. However after months of not fooling around I was glad to know he still lusted after me. Behind my eyelids I saw the light fall down towards my cock again. I knew this was my opportunity to get a glimpse at what I caused. I cracked one eye open. It was hard to see with the light directly on me, but lifting up the bottom of his t shirt was his erect penis. It was only 4 feet away from my face, and I briefly fantasized what it would be like to lean forward and take it all in my mouth. His balls were tight unlike mine, but they were plumped up like a ripe peach. He never once shaved his pubes in his life, I briefly saw his prominent bush. He just came home from work too, i knew that if i planted my face in the jungle that was his pubic hair he would smell nice and ripe. I’m typically not into body odor of any kind, but the idea of my brothers sweaty cock made me want it even more.

I closed my eyes once more as the light went back onto my face. I don’t know how long he was fondling me for, but i could care less. He was enjoying himself and so was I. I listened attentively as he vigorously touched himself over me, his breathing picked up rapidly and heavier. I then heard a gasp that sounded half of remorse and half pleasure. A faint moan and then the light was taken off my face suddenly followed by shuffling of clothes. i cracked one eye open again to see my brother pulling up his pants in a panic. His cock flipped up, i heard it slap his stomach before he gripped his balls in a mighty force bending forward. He looked like he was just kicked in the balls, using both of his hands to cover himself the way you would to dull the pain. But he wasn’t in pain at all. In fact, it was nothing but pleasure. He stood there, his body convulsed slightly and he whimpered like a sad puppy. That’s when I realized he jizzed himself. I could tell he felt embarrassed, spunking himself because he was fondling his little brother who was “sleeping.” Yet, I wish i could’ve told him there was nothing to be embarrassed about. When you gotta bust a nut, you gotta bust a nut. He stood there whimpering for 10 seconds as his orgasm passed. Then, still grabbing his crotch he slowly shuffled his way into his room to clean up the mess. The moment the door closed I “woke up” from my pretend slumber and masturbated to the thought of sucking his cock. It only took about 20 seconds before the load i spent an hour and a half edging previously were completely drained from my nut sack and on to my chest. I laid there covered in my own cum, wishing it was his instead of mine. Then I realized I had school in the morning, so I got up, cleaned myself off then went to bed.