Cody sat on the bed of the motel, thinking
greatly and longly about Mel. He remembers specifically trying to act very nonchalant
and casual about the whole ordeal. Making sure to say “whatever” many times,
just to make it sound like he didn’t care all that much. He thought that would
stop him from coming off as desperate, or even pathetic. Cody tried to make it sound like he wasn't dreaming about the very situation she proposed to him, and hoped that when she came over it wouldn't be obvious that Cody had not been able to sleep the night before. Cody shifted, thinking about how he should be sitting, or perhaps lying, or maybe even standing when she came in. Cody sat down, then decided that seemed too engaging and thought to lie down. Then, he thought that doing so would make him look too comfortable, and would end up being a turn off to see he's not interested. Cody then stood up, and wasn't sure to do with his hands, so he began to pace around the empty, smelly and creaking motel room, thinking of how he should stand. Cody knows pacing like this would be out of the question, this just isn't approachable, he must look like a nervous wreck. But he felt it okay for the moment, as he thinks better when he walks, so he continued to walk around the room, trying not to bang into any furnitures and make too much noise. Cody thought about lying against the wall with his elbow bent, like he was this cool dude, but then realized how dorky and begging it made him look, and couldn't believe he considered such a stance for even a moment. He began to unbutton his flannel shirt as he found the room to be uncomfortably humid, but then rebuttoned it when he imagined how he would look unbuttoned, which he envisioned to be nervous and unfit, and Cody refused to let himself come off as nervous, especially when he was as nervous as he was. He found unfit to be acceptable however, because he knows that once things get going, his body would be able to make up for any of his other shortcomings, which he couldn't help but begin imagining as he began to try and straighten his hair. He imagined he wouldn't know what to do when the time came, he also imagined that he would come way too quickly because of how he didn't jack off yesterday or today because of how excited he was and didn't want to risk not giving her his best, but realized that by doing this, he may be too excitable and this would leave her unsatisfied and Mel would look at him as less of a man because of it. Cody also remembered the very small birthmark he has next to his left testicle on his thigh that is only noticeable because he shaved himself earlier today to prepare for this. He then began to believe that when Mel saw how hairless Cody was, she would either think of his as less of a man, because men have body hair, or think of him as too eager to please and that would be a turn off. Cody smacked his head for doing something so shortsighted as shaving his body hair, and can't believe he'd completely butcher his image like that, and how it contradicted how casual he tried to come off as earlier. Cody checked his phone, and realized that it's 3 minutes past the time the 2 agreed to meet, and Cody began to fret. He wondered if him, trying to be so casual by throwing in 'whatevers' and doing everything in his power to contradict how excited he was when Mel proposed intercourse with him, made her think that he really wasn't interested and decided it wouldn't be an issue if she didn't show up, considering Cody tried to come off as so uninterested that it wouldn't be a surprise if he entirely forgot to show up himself. Cody wanted to text her to ask if she's coming, but then thought that would come off as too desperate and by consequence would make his shaved body look even worse. Cody stretched the collar of his shirt, feeling it was suffocating him, and had to fight every urge not to unbutton his shirt, as he concluded it would be best for him in every conceivable measure to keep his shirt buttoned, as he looked more presentable. Then, he realized that if he unbuttoned his shirt, he'd look more casual, would could make up for him shaving himself. Cody then unbuttoned his flannel all the way down and pulled his white shirt up from under his khaki's held by his belt. Cody then wondered if she should've brought a belt with him, but quickly agreed it was fine as belt's can be used for many things. Cody then wondered if she would want to use his belt, and Cody began to fret if so. Cody doesn't want to use a belt. He doesn't want to whip her, and he doesn't want to get whipped, as he is a sensitive sort and wouldn't enjoy the pain either way. Then he thought about pulling the belt off and hiding it, but then realized that if she found it, it would make him look very strange unless he would be able to say it's not his belt, which he felt he would be able to do if he feigned ignorance well enough. But Cody knows he's a terrible actor and has terrible issues not telling the truth, which is a reason why no one tells him any secrets they want to keep hidden. Cody kept the belt on, because he thought any situations that come from him having a belt, he could ask to put off for another day when he's feeling more adventurous. Cody then rearranged his manhood in his tight briefs, as he felt they were getting very sticky and uncomfortable. Cody then panicked and thought of what Mel would think if she walked in on him touching himself like this and ran to the bathroom and locked the door. Cody decided to let his khaki's fall to his ankles and pull his briefs down and rearrange himself in a comfortable way. He then began to think about which way would look best for Mel when, no, if Mel shows up. Cody bent over and checked the pocket in his khakis that were on the floor, and checked the time. Mel was 14 minutes late, and Cody began feeling like he shouldn't of sounded so casual. He threw the phone across the room, as he felt himself dangerously close to texting her and he knew, under no circumstances, could he do that. At least not unless it's in response to her, but even then, he needs to wait to respond because if he responds too quick he would look far too desperate. He then looks back to his briefs and rearranges himself in what he thinks is the most attractive set up he could manage. He had his dick down against his right leg and had his balls obviously sticking out, making sure as much of what mattered was on display. Cody thought it looked okay, but decided to see if he can check in the mirror to make sure it looked perfect. Cody looked in the mirror and saw how red and sweaty his face was and instantly grew more red and sweaty. He muttered under his breath as his hazel eyes grew panicked and he tried to think of a way to calm his nerves. However, all this did was make him more nervous because he couldn't think of anyway to calm his nerves quickly. Cody then had to come up with a reason why he looked like this, and quickly thought of one. Without thinking Cody lifted his dominant right hand and punched himself in the balls as hard as he could and then quickly did so again before his body could react appropriately. At the second strike, Cody yelled out and curled in, cupping his self-assaulted testicles. His eyes were wide and his mouth quivered shut as he felt terribly sick and sat his forehead on the dirty floor. Cody writhed and wheezed, holding his manhood and then wondered why he just punched himself in the balls twice when he was expecting to have sex with a gorgeous girl any moment now. Cody heard someone knock at the door and instantly felt himself in a hurry. He tried to spring up to his feet, pushing himself up by the hands and drag through the pain, which he did, but then forgot he had this pants around his ankles and fell down face first, not moving his hands down quick enough. The fall aggravated his recently attacked and now extra sensitive testicles and Cody yelped out and pulled his hands in with a sour expression.
"Cody? Is everything okay?"
Cody groaned and pulled his legs in as he breathed heavily and tried not to make anymore loud noises. Another knock, this one more energetic, banged at the door a couple times.
"Cody!?"
"Yeah..." Cody croaked out. "I'll... be right there..."
Cody slowly pulled himself up, thanks to the doorway he was next to. He stayed bent over, then pulled up his pants as he was bent over and painfully pulled them up. He then stood upright and tried to zipper up his fly, but was hit by another wave of agony and found himself dragged towards the floor once more. Cody brought a knee to the floor, one hand to his crotch and the other to the floor as he winced and tried to keep all noises at a minimum. He felt his eyes water and could not believe he just did this to himself. Cody then tried his best to pull himself together as best he could. He rubbed his eyes and hoped it wouldn't be obvious he may of just been crying on the other side of the door, and tried to do a last minute blind fix-up with his hair and then breathed.out. He moved his hand from his crotch put it on the side of the door, and went to open the door. The door wouldn't budge, and Cody got confused as he kept on trying to pull on the door, but it wasn't opening.
"Are you-"
"It's not opening, I don't know what to do."
"Is it locked?"
Cody looked at the door knob and saw the little hill like contraption and nervously missed it a couple times before his shaking fingers found it and turned it the other way. He then tried to open the door, and it flew open this time, much to his surprise. He hit his body with the door, but thankfully wasn't injured by it. Cody looked at the blond beauty behind the door, who was looking forward with a worried expression that seemed both confused and scared in equal measure. Cody let out a chuckle and opened the door wider and let Mel inside.
"Uh, sorry about that haha... uh-"
"Are you okay? Your face is really red..." Mel said as she walked inside and closed to door with Cody's hand still on the knob. She brought her hand to Cody's cheeks and felt how warm and wet his cheeks were. "And you're-"
"Oh, I'm okay haha... just, ahh... um, an a-accident, haha... I'm o-okay haha." Cody let out, his eyes not able to move from Mel's hand on his cheek at first. Then they darted to Mel, then back to the hand, then elsewhere, finding looking at her to be too nervewracking. And like mentioned earlier, the last thing Cody wanted was to come off as nervous in any sense.
"An accident? You poor thing, what happened? Come on, sit down." Mel said, trying to look at Cody's dancing hazel eyes. Once Cody's eyes darted at Mel's blue, they were locked in place and couldn't look elsewhere. Cody smiled and Mel did too. Mel pulled Cody to the bed a few feet from them. As they walked, Mel realized how strangely Cody was moving and asked a reasonable question.
"What? Oh, that's a weird question why'd you ask that haha? Um, ah actually. Um yeah, that was the accident."
"What happened?"
Cody and Mel sat down on the bed, and Cody realized that he needs to think of a reason why he got hit in the balls in this small motel room, and realized he couldn't think of any logical conclusions.
"Oh, I... I... uh, um, ah punched in the b-balls... the s-s-sink, looking at the mirror... uh-"
"The sink punched you in the balls?" Mel asked, trying to follow Cody.
"Uh, yeah! Uh yeah, I um, walked into the sink. The pointy end got me good!"
"Awww... you poor baby. Let me take a look..."
Cody gulped and nodded. "Oh, okay. That's... okay. Yeah." Cody said, not sure if he's feeling more or less nervous now, but glad that it appears to be working out for him.
Mel moved her hand to Cody's crotch and got to the zipper. She lowered the zipper slowly and then pulled down. Cody sat, watching and feeling as his cock began to get most of the blood circulation in his body.
As Mel unzippered, she felt soemthing poke her hand and looked up at Cody.
"I see your other friend wasn't too effected by that unfortunate assault by mean mister sink." Mel said with a smirk, getting Cody to chuckle.
"He's been looking forward to this..." Cody said without thought. Then he shook his head and nervously tried to backtrack, thinking he just came off as way too desperate. Mel laughed at Cody's obvious nervousness. She found it absolutely adorable. She interrupted his nervous ramble by moving her lips to the lips that she's been wanting to feel the entire day. Cody stopped muttering and stood frozen as he felt the lips of such a beautiful girl on his own lips and it took him a moment before he realized it's okay to kiss back. After a few kisses, Mel pulled back.
"Don't be so nervous, it's okay Cody..."
