The picture posted with this story makes me think of the time I enlisted a neighbor boy to help me plant some shrubs on a Saturday.
I was ready to get started about 8 AM but Jason was nowhere to be seen. I went to their house. His mother said he was still in bed and probably forgot about what he was supposed to do. She told me to go on in and wake him up. It seemed an odd directive since I had only been in their house a couple of occasions all seemed okay. Clearly they were friendly people who often hosted block parties with tons of families and kids roaming throughout the house and lawn. Their son was popular with the younger kids and perhaps his gentle kindness had caused me to think of him as a responsible yard-work helper. I located his room, nervous yet feeling slightly voyeuristic to glimpse his room and what delicate secrets it might have stowed away over time.
I cautiously peeked into his room, respectfully knocking to alert him of my presence. The following result was just about as common as any teen boy's awakening day. Yet my image of him as a youth leader was somewhat corrupted as Jason struggled out of bed. He had on nothing but low-rise baby-blue briefs containing an unmistakable angular bulge.
It was the sort of completely unexpected glimpse that leaves you gasping for breath - so little clothing and so much lump. This Kid was about 15 and hormones were surely coursing through his system at an alarming rate. I would assess nature's masterful edict rejuvenated nightly to raise an apocalyptic monument tormenting those soft scant undies. A flurry of antagonized thoughts raced through my mind.Was I here with authority, Yes his Mum had said to awaken him. Was it a moment that I would prefer never happened, NO WAY! Was the whole thing dangerously evil, Of course not. Was today going to be special, But of course!!
I hurried out of the room and went on home to settle my nerves, and wait for him. When Jason got there I had a wicked inclination to ask if he'd had a pleasant session subduing his morning boner, but with restrained wisdom, I kept my mouth shut about it.
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You were lucky (or unlucky?) that the lump was INSIDE those briefs! Walking in on a 15-year-old boy in bed is risky.
ReplyDeleteIt is best sometimes not to sat anything. It sounds to me that he isn't very bashful. Thanks for sharing your experience.
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