And John had also intended to do the same. But right now, it was a little bit after 4 o'clock on a sunny Saturday afternoon. And John was standing in front of the vanity, in the main bathroom at his and Jan's home, with his pants and underwear pulled down around his thighs, as he was stroking himself towards another one of his hard-fought-for orgasms. Ever since his adolescent clandestine "one-night stand" with his slightly-older twin sister, it had always been very difficult for John to build up his sexual excitement level to a point where it would actually trigger him to orgasm. He assumed that it was just the way that his body was "wired." The thought never occurred to John that his orgasmic difficulties might be mentally and emotionally-related, and actually be the direct result of his extremely embarrassing premature ejaculation onto Val's vulva, that night in his bedroom. 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This was only made worse by the fact that John's fully-erect penis was a short one, by almost anyone's standards. At this point in his life, his boner was just a little under 4 inches long. However, what John lacked in the "penis" department, he more than made up for in the "testicles" department. John's balls were quite large, and still capable of producing lots and lots of sperm. At any rate, this afternoon, John had already been Blowjobs in the bathroom aggressively hand-pumping blondes his penis for nearly 15 minutes, before he finally got to the point where he could feel that he was just about to climax. And only thing that John was really concerned about at this very amateur moment, was that he didn't get any sperm on those precious white nylon panties, the crotch of which he had wrapped around the end of his penis. 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