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| Hard Daze | |
| By Nick | ||||||||||
| 28 June 2008 | ||||||||||
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This is one of the first stories I ever wrote - I think I was 16 at the time - far to long ago now! I assume most of the men will be able to relate to this unless of course you all had Zen like control of your hormones at 14?? Comments much appreciated I’m sitting here nicely tucked under my desk with what feels like a rod of iron in my pants. I’m 14 so their's no obvious explanation for my excitement. It's a Tuesday morning, I'm in school and as usual, wishing I wasn't. English lessons first thing in the morning are never pleasant. We're supposed to be discussing our latest assignment. Another crappy book about some kid who gets separated from his parents, goes through some shit, and then finds his mommy again. It's called “I am David” and the bloody teacher was smart enough to know there isn't a film version. What's the point in reading anyway? My state of arousal isn't unusual but it is worrying. Do the other boys in my class experience this or is it just me, am I a pervert? God this is uncomfortable, he's straining against my trousers like some angry snake. Feels pretty good though. In my reverie and excitement I don't realise the teacher is yelling at me to stand up and answer her question. I don't know what the question is but I do know if I stand up everyone will see my pointless state of arousal. I just don’t understand, I’m not thinking about naked women and I haven’t been indulging myself in complex fantasies where I’m the James Bond type hero, where I beat the baddie and get the babe where we proceed to make love for hours on end in a little dingy in the middle of the Mediterranean ocean. Never the less he’s down there throbbing like he has a life force all of his own and all he wants is to be taken care of. The teacher’s still yelling at me to get to my feet so I start to rise, and by this time he’s pulsating harder than ever and I’m sweating like an Eskimo in the desert. I continue to rise, expecting a mass eruption of laughter from my class-acquaintances, and I’m hoping the world is going to come to a very swift end in the next 5 seconds - but typically it doesn’t. I realise my eyes are shut and then I hear it. The first giggle, and then another one but this time it’s more of a laugh and then finally there's a mass eruption of laughter and I just know everyone is pointing and laughing at the bulge in my trousers. That’s not the worst thing though. The worst is yet to come when some smart arse will think up an appropriate nickname for me that will stick for years to come and give me endless abuse. It will probably be something like Throbber or Knobber or they might even get inventive and call me Bomber or Scudz or something of that nature (for the less inventive reader Bomber or Scudz would be a good nickname cause I have a missile in my pants hence scud missile, which is a bomb, get it? Oh never mind!). I open my eyes expecting scenes of comical madness but there’s nothing. Everyone is silent and just sitting at their desk’s looking at me while the teacher continues to yell in my direction. With equal measure’s of relief and embarrassment I realise he's gone to sleep.
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