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“I’m so glad that you and Steven made up. You’ve seemed so down since the pair of you stopped hanging out.” Mom declared as she served up a pre-bought casserole she heated in the oven.

It was supposed to be my job to have turned the oven on and tossed it in. That way, we would have been able to eat at a decent time. I had been distracted by the love letter and got home late, only to need to take a shower. I had forgotten, and my stepdad didn’t do anything to rectify that situation. As a result, by the time the casserole was done, it was already dark out.

I sat at the table with the invitation in my hands. Mom tried to engage in conversation since my stepdad never showed a single ounce of interest in anything I did. I wasn’t interested in talking, and I didn’t want to explain the situation to any of them. Thankfully, I was saved by the door opening. A girl walked in, my stepsister.

She was wearing a miniskirt and a blouse. The skirt was barely enough to cover her butt and the blouse was open enough to show a fair amount of cleavage. She also wore heavy makeup and had her hair up. It was pretty provocative, and her dad constantly chided her for wearing outfits like it, but she worked at a restaurant that hired provocative waitresses. I had never entered the restaurant, but I had seen her walk out with some of her coworkers. I’d say she dressed rather modestly compared to some of the other girls. The less they wore, often the bigger tips they’d get.

“What are you all doing up?” She asked.

“Jenna,” Dad smiled. “We’re having a late supper. Why don’t you join us?”

She made a face, clearly uninterested in his suggestion. “No thanks, I need to clean up.”

His smile diminished slightly, but he shrugged. “Whatever you need, sweetie. We’ll leave you a plate in the fridge.”

She didn’t respond, already heading upstairs with heavy steps. Even though she was eighteen and had no plans to go to college, her dad was still letting her live here rent-free. He didn’t even ask anything of her. Meanwhile, I had a list of chores a mile long. If I came home past dinner, there would never be a plate waiting for me. There would just be a lecture.

“I’m done,” I responded, not feeling like eating anymore.

I put the plate in the sink and rinsed it before leaving. I was going to go do my night crunches. I may not be as physically fit as I was when I was in sports, but I still maintained my body a little bit. I did crunches in the morning and the evening. It was enough it kept my stomach flat, with maybe the hint of muscle if I flexed hard. Despite everything that had happened, I still wanted to look my best, just in case my luck ever changed. I still combed my hair, ate reasonably, and showered properly.

“Make sure to do the dishes before you go to sleep.” Mom ordered.

I slowed down and sighed. “Yes, mom.”

It wasn’t my job today, but I knew if I argued it’d only get me a speech about being ungrateful. I left the kitchen and began walking upstairs. As I reached the second floor, I heard the faint sound of water running. I realized that Jenna was in the bathroom. At the same time, I remembered that I had forgotten to put on my deodorant. I didn’t want to do my crunches without deodorant on, or I’d smell like a goat tomorrow. I wouldn’t be able to live down smelling bad at school, especially after the prank they pulled earlier.

I began walking to the bathroom, intending to knock, but two things caught my notice. The first was that the door was open just a crack. The second was that there was a noise I could hear just under the sound of water. It was a vibrating sound.

“Haaah…” I heard a feminine voice come from the bathroom.

I leaned closer to the door, and I could hear an even more distinct buzz sound along with heavy breathing. What was she doing in there? Was she using a razor? It sort of sounded like one, but I didn’t get why she was breathing so hard. My curiosity got the better of me, and I gently touched the door, opening it enough that I could see the mirror. After tilting my head, a reflection of my sister appeared in the mirror.

She was standing in front of the toilet facing the mirror. She had a towel wrapped around her body, but she had one leg up on the bathtub and it caused the towel to lift. Her vagina was exposed, but she seemed to be doing something to it. She had some kind of long vibrating plastic thing which she was pushing in and out of herself. As my brain started to put things together, her eyes seemed to raise as if she had sensed something.

If I could see her in the reflection, that meant she could see me as well. Our eyes met for just a moment, and then she let out a scream. I let out a curse, running to my room and closing the door.

“What happened?” I heard her dad bellow, his feet thudding up the stairway quickly.

I turned and locked the door, and then tossed myself on the bed, putting the pillow over my head. I was trying to process what I had just seen. It had only been a second, but the image of my sister standing there naked was glued into my mind. Yet, that picture was a mess. I didn’t even look at her breasts. She had a hand up on her chest and my eyes had been focused on what she was doing down there. It’s not like I never had a health class, I knew that was a female vagina, it had just caught me by surprise.

She was putting something inside and outside. Wasn’t that some kind of sex toy? My sister was using a sex toy? What did they call those things that vibrated? Oh, duh… vibrators. She was using a vibrator. Holy crap, the first vagina I ever saw was my sister’s. That’s fucked up.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The door was struck so hard that it nearly broke open. I came out of my mental break and looked up at the door, feeling an ounce of fear.

“Open the damn door!” I heard my stepdad roar.

I had never heard him so angry before. What did she tell him? She was the one who decided to get naked with the door open! How was it my fault?

Bang! Bang!

“What’s going on?” I heard my mom coming up the stairs thanks to the commotion.

“It’s your son!” I heard him speak.

He didn’t yell at Mom, but he still spoke loud enough that I could hear him through the door, even with his back turned speaking to Mom.

“What did Lucas do now?” She asked with a sigh.

“He was peeping on his sister naked. She says he even had his dick out and was touching himself.”

What the hell?

I opened my mouth to shout that it was a lie, but then I realized it didn’t matter. It’d be her word against mine, and there was no chance that they would take my word.

“Honey… he’s a young boy…” Mom stated.

I wanted to feel good that she was defending me, but didn’t she believe everything he said? She did not doubt that I did something that was perverted, even though it wasn’t the truth. I shook visibly, my hands in tight balls. I wanted to punch something, but there was nothing in my room I could afford to damage.

“That little freak better stay the hell away from my daughter!” He snapped. “He’s a deviant.”

“Sweetie…” Mom sounded hurt. “Why are you saying this?”

I stood up and walked over to the door. I reached out, but I wasn’t able to grab the doorknob. My body just couldn’t put myself out there.

“It’s about time someone told you. Your kid is a sexual deviant. He’s looked at Jenna before, and he came home smelling like… like he just had a golden shower.”

What’s a golden shower?

“Ah… that. I had no clue…”

“Our only chance is to restrict his freedoms. Tomorrow, I’m going to remove that lock from his door. He must come home straight after school, and work until his bedtime.”

“That’s a bit extreme.”

“Do you want him to turn out strange?” Dad asked.

“O-of course not.”

“Then, just trust me. This is the last chance… otherwise, I won’t allow him in the same house as my daughter.”

“What do you mean?”

“If he fucks up again, I’m going to send him to military school. Starting tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? But what about his friend’s party.”

“Naturally, he can’t go!”

“You don’t understand, he stopped hanging out with his friends. They were a good influence on him. It’ll be good for him.”

A moment of silence. “Fine, he can go to that friend’s party. Maybe, if he meets some girl his age, he’ll ruin her with that thing instead of my daughter.”

“Huh?”

“N-nothing! Ahem… I’ll do the dishes tonight.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I remembered it was my night to do it anyway.”

I heard their voices trailing away, and then I turned and leaned against my door. It was hard to say where my mind was at. Military school? I suddenly wished my stepdad could go back to ignoring me. Meanwhile, by lying whore of a sister ruined my life, all because she was too dumb to close a damn door. I felt anger, frustration, and helplessness.

In the end, I went to bed without doing my crunches, falling into a fitful sleep. I woke up to the sounds of a screwdriver buzzing. It took me a few moments to realize that it was my door. My stepdad wasn’t wasting any time. He was taking off my doorknob and replacing it with a lockless variety. He had managed to get the door open. It wasn’t hard. If he had wanted to last night, all he would have needed was a paperclip. I sat up in bed, watching him.

He continued to work silently for a bit, but he finally paused, letting out a deep breath. “You heard everything last night?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“I meant every word of it. You’re not going to perve on my daughter anymore. I know boys like you masturbate constantly and look up pervy magazines, but when it’s gotten to the point where you hurt family, you went too far. She was so upset about it that I had to give her a hundred dollars just so she could get some mall therapy. You’re lucky she is so easy to please. As for you, you better stop having such wicked thoughts, or it really will be military school.”

He finished his talk with that. It was the closest I had ever gotten to a talk about the birds and the bees with either parent. It was too bad it was made up of a bunch of assumptions. First off, I didn’t own any pervy magazines. I didn’t even know how to go about obtaining them. My friends all had the internet, and when it came to porn, they got it from there. I had managed to avoid porn my whole life, and I certainly didn’t touch myself.

Honestly, until very recently, whenever I got hard, my head would get a little woozy, and I didn’t like the feeling. I had tried to touch myself a few times, but it usually resulted in me passing out. It had only been since my last growth spurt that an erection didn’t put me to sleep! As a result, I had avoided them most of my life. Plus, after being caught my first time by my stepdad and having that change our relationship forever, I had a bit of trauma when it came to that stuff.

My stepdad finished the installation, and without another word, got up and left me alone. Even though I couldn’t lock my door anymore, I still didn’t want to do anything. I remained there until around noon time when my mother called me down. I walked down, afraid that she was going to lecture me as well. I was surprised when she pushed a big wrapped present in my hand. It took me a moment to notice the label had my name as “from”, not “to”.

“It’s a gift for Steve.” Mom declared. “The party is an hour. You should go get ready. You’ll need your swimsuit too.”

I nodded and returned upstairs. My eyes fell on the bathroom, and the flash of my sister’s body appeared in my mind. I looked away. We’d be in a pool, so I didn’t need to shower to get ready. Instead, I went into my room and got dressed. I did my morning crunches, even though I had slept through the morning and it was the afternoon now. When I was done with that, I checked myself in the mirror. I wasn’t a narcissist or anything. I was just making sure nothing looked weird… well, anything except for my penis.

I pulled out my swim shorts and awkwardly put them on. It was harder to find a pair than one would think. I had tried a few others, and the tip of my dick seemed to always appear out the bottom. In the end, I had to get long basketball-shorts-style swim trunks before I felt like it was properly contained and I wouldn’t accidentally flash someone. I also had to get a dark black pair out of very baggy material, because anything else would show an outline of it. I wondered what other guys did. There had to be some kind of trick to it, but I couldn’t ask my stepdad, especially now, and I had no guy friends I could ask such a personal question.

When I was finished fixing up my hair with gel, Mom was already calling me to go. Since I had been grounded for everything, this was probably the last time I’d be allowed out of the house in a long while. It was a shame that it was to go to a person I hated’s party only to hang out with more people I hated. Then again, after I remembered the promise I made Steve keep, this might be a more entertaining party than I thought. A small smile formed on my lips.

With that, we left for the car and began the drive over to his place. On the way, Mom gave me a glance from the side.

“Honey, are you doing okay?” She asked while continuing to watch the road and drive.

“Yeah Mom, why?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I know, I haven’t been there much for you these last few years. It’s just, things have been difficult with work. I just want you to know that things will get better, eventually. You’ll get through this puberty thing, someday.”

“Mom…” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

She laughed as she slowed down and stopped the car. We were in front of his house. I hadn’t been over here in years. I felt a bit of excitement and anticipation. Mom told me to have her mom call her when I was ready to be picked up, and I gave her a wave and left with Steve’s present in hand. Part of me wanted to open his present and keep whatever Mom had gotten for me. I didn’t care about Steve at all, and I was only there to try to have fun at his expense. In the end, as I looked down at the present I shook my head. I wasn’t a thief.

I must have been waiting at the front door too long because it unexpectedly opened up. My eyes immediately fell on two large boobs. I looked down, instantly, feeling embarrassed that I had even accidently seen her.

“Hello, Mrs. Parker.”

Her red curly hair was tied back, and she was wearing a bikini that exposed a lot of her skin. She was a beautiful and mature woman with pale skin and freckles. She had a curvy mom’s body and a pretty face. Her chest was probably size D, definitely big when compared to most of the high school girls I’d seen.

“You’re a bit early.” Steve’s mom smiled. “Is that a present for my Stevey?”

“Ah, yeah…” I held it out, and she gestured to the table. “You can put it over there. Stevey is in his room playing video games right now. I’m getting the party ready now. Why don’t you go play with Stevey while I get things set up.”

Video games… that was right. I had almost forgotten about video games. Mom would never buy a system for me, so the only times I had ever gotten to touch a video game was when I went to Steve’s house. That was one of the many things I had lost when our friendship was destroyed.

I left Steve’s mom in the kitchen and started walking through the house. I was very familiar with this place. I had practically lived here for a few summers. Playing video games, and swimming in the pool, our friendship had been a lot of fun. Then again, those were things I got from him. As for what I could provide him, I had nothing but my friendship. In the end, that hadn’t been enough. I realized that no one gave something for nothing. It was a philosophy that I lived by.

I finally reached Steve’s room, and there I saw him sitting in the middle of his floor on a square carpet looking up at his thirty-two-inch television in his room as he played games. In some ways, it almost felt like things hadn’t changed. Yet, I knew deep down that everything was different.

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EAT SHIT!

Those were the words written across my locker. I let out a sigh, pulling off the sign and crumpling it up. This was the kind of stuff I experienced daily. Loneliness, fear, isolation… those words went synonymous with high school for me. These were the best years of my life. Whoever said that must have been a complete idiot. I hated my life, and almost everyone in it.

I got my stuff from my locker, but on the way, someone put out their foot and tripped me. My books went halfway across the hallway. I immediately got on my hands and knees to pick up the papers while I heard giggling behind me.

“Lucas! Stop messing around.” A saw two smooth long legs fill the peripheries of my vision.

I looked up to see Mrs. Smith standing there with her arms crossed. Three years ago, she had been Miss Smith and had been the most popular teacher in school. Then, she got a husband, and to many, half of her appeal was gone. She still liked to wear these black silk stockings and a plaid skirt. Where I was sitting, if I just moved an inch forward, there was a chance I could see up her skirt. I felt that thing between my legs shift in desire.

Her legs were so long and beautiful. Who cared if she wasn’t a virgin anymore? She was still a hot teacher. She wore thick black glasses, and even that stern look she gave the boys was sexy. Yet, no sooner had my dark desires risen to the surface than I felt the familiar shame. I dropped my head submissively.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Smith.” I declared, desperately grabbing my papers.

It didn’t matter that someone had knocked them out of my hand. The teachers didn’t care about things like that. I was just a kid causing trouble in her eyes.  Just once I’d like a woman like her to look at me as something other than a kid. However, I might as well ask for the sky to fall.

“Just, clean it up.” She responded, stepping away and taking that tempting scene away with her.

I finally got the papers in, but the bell rang at that moment. I cursed as I headed to my next class.

“You’re late.” My Spanish teacher declared.

“I’m sorry.”

“En español.”

I winced. “Lo siento.”

She pursed her lips, but then nodded and continued her lesson. At least I wasn’t alone in oogling the Spanish teacher. She had dark tan skin, with curly black hair, and her Latin accident was sexy. She wore her shirt low, showing quite a lot of cleavage, and she wasn’t above leaning over next to you when you asked for assistance with your work.

Many of the boys would ask her for help just so they could stare at her chest. She seemed oblivious to this, as well as the snickering. The other girls in class noticed, but most of them lacked Ms. Gonzalez’s particular dimensions, so they secretly were jealous of her. They spread rumors behind her back that she was a hoe who gave male students handjobs and felt she deserved any unwanted attention she got. Ironically, this backfired, making her even more popular among the male students, although it was anyone’s guess why the administration didn’t step in. Many secretly believed she must be doing sexual favors for them as well.

Next up was lunch, where I sat alone. I didn’t even sit next to the gamers or the losers. Those tables seemed to be too good for me. I got pushed into the far back, and any time I even considered finding another table, I’d get dark eyes from various people until I went back to my place.

“H-Here…” I was surprised to see a girl standing in front of me.

She dropped a note on the table before blushing, turning, and running away. I didn’t recognize her. She was a freshman, so she was a year younger than me. Wait, that might mean that she hadn’t heard all the bad rooms about me. As for the Sophomores, I had no hope. Every girl there treated me like a leper, but could I be so lucky as to find one who hadn’t been exposed to it yet? I reached out and opened up the letter, and my heart began to skip several beats as I read through her message.

Dear Lucas,

I’ve always been watching you from afar, and I really like you. If you don’t have a girlfriend, would you like to try going out? Please meet me after school behind the bleachers. I really look forward to seeing you there. XOXOXO

Cynthia

My mind went blank for a moment. Her name was Cynthia, and she wanted to be my girlfriend? Was there so much luck in the world? My only regret was that I couldn’t go home, take a shower, and dress into something nicer. Instead, I spent the next few hours ignoring my classes and daydreaming about Cynthia. My mind went to all kinds of places.

Why did she want to meet somewhere as seclusive as the back of the bleachers? She finished with ‘XO’. That was a girl slang for hugs and kisses, right? Maybe she was telling me what she wanted to do behind those bleachers. My lower regions naturally shifted again, and I started to grow excited until I reminded myself to cool down. If I came on too strong, I could scare her. That’s why I had to be smooth.

I snuck out during a free period and found a flower growing in the greenhouse. After picking it up, I just had to wait until the end of the school day. When the bell finally came, it couldn’t be soon enough. I naturally waited for almost everyone to clear out. When I wasn’t being bullied, I was being ignored like a ghost, so no one gave any notice when I remained behind.

When the halls were empty, I grabbed the flower and headed outside. I walked past the track and onto the grass. Two large stands behind the school could be wheeled into place whenever a sports game was happening. Although they could be retracted, I had never actually seen them that way. They had remained perpetually out as long as I knew. One of those bleachers was against a brick building that contained gym supplies, the coach’s office, and a bathroom. When the bleachers were out, it created a pocket space just behind it that was free from people’s eyes. It was a well-known secret that this was the place to go for people who wanted to make out or smoke weed.

I cautiously approached the bleachers. I honestly didn’t want to run into anyone dealing drugs there. Some of those guys didn’t like witnesses, and the situation could get a bit uncomfortable. I wouldn’t have chosen this spot to meet with Cynthia, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have my hopes up. I didn’t hear any voices or sounds behind the bleachers, so I carefully poked my head around the corner. At first, I was relieved to see that it was currently unoccupied, but then that left me wondering where Cynthia was. Had she not arrived yet?

It was okay. I was too eager. Just five minutes after school ended? She probably would take longer to reach me. I took a few breaths trying to calm myself. I kept thinking about what I was going to say to her. I wanted to make a good impression. I wanted to come off as a cool kid. Yet, as soon as my mind started working, I started imagining her naked. I fantasized that right after the meeting, she was on her knees sucking it. I knew these thoughts were perverted, but my teenage mind couldn’t stop fantasizing.

That’s why I didn’t notice the steps only they were right overhead. Somebody wasn’t going behind the bleaches but was walking right up them. It wasn’t just one somebody, it sounded like a bunch of them. I tried to stay quiet, afraid of being caught by a teacher and accused of doing something back there. I hadn’t though. Did I smell like weed? I didn’t get time to think about it much though.

“Hey, Creepy Luke! In what world would a girl want to see your creepy ass!” A boy suddenly shouted.

The next second I felt cold liquid splash down on me. Someone dumped it through the cracks of the bleachers directly on my head. I let out a cry, my nose becoming assaulted by a foul-smelling odor. It smelled like piss, and I realized they must have dumped a bucket of toilet water on me. The bleacher shook as the people jumped off of it, laughing. I didn’t just hear the laughter of the guys, but several other people, including a few girls, who had been standing in front of the bleachers watching it happen.

I stumbled out of the back of the bleachers to hear clapping and laughing from at least a half dozen of my peers. “What the hell, man?”

Those were the only words I could get out. I went for tossing the flower on the floor. It was the only thing that was still dry.

The guy at the lead was one of the popular kids in school. He was a football player and had a body to match. The others appeared to be on the football team, while the girls were some of the school’s most beautiful cheerleaders. These were not a group I could get into a fight with. I mean, physically, they’d beat my ass if I tried, and with their popularity, everyone would side with them. It was the group of people I least could afford to upset.

“Ew… he smells like piss.” One of the girls made a face, pushing her nose into her boyfriend’s varsity jacket.

This led to even more laughter from the group. I could only stand there with the stuff dripping down my body. I couldn’t fight them or talk back to them. I couldn’t even run away because they were making a barrier keeping me there.

“Hey! What are you all doing?” A familiar voice shouted.

“C-coach Rex!” The football player cried out.

“Shouldn’t you be hitting the showers?” he asked, a sour expression on his face.

“Yes, coach, sorry coach!” The boys gave apologetic looks at their girlfriends, before turning and running to the locker room.

The girls rolled their eyes and walked off to their practice. Some of the keys even kissed or grabbed the girl’s butt before leaving.

“Lucas?” Coach Rex approached, then sniffed. “What is that smell?”

“They just dumped something nasty on me!” I declared, pointing at the tote they had carried which they had left behind in their haste as proof.

He looked at the tote, and then at me. “What did you do this time?

I blinked, my mouth open. “I didn’t do anything? They’re bullying me!”

“That’s a heavy accusation.” He responded. “You may have decided to slack off in sport, but that doesn’t mean you have the right to take it out on students who put effort into their physical education.”

“Are you kidding me?” I asked. “The only reason I dropped out is because you told me I couldn’t cut it.”

“Are you giving me a tone?” he asked. “I may not be your coach, but I’m still a teacher at this school.”

“N-no tone!” I held up my hands, trying to look earnest.

“Those are good kids. They wouldn’t bully you if you weren’t asking for it.” He sniffed and then made a face. “Go clean yourself off.”

I turned and walked away, mostly so he didn’t see how angry I was. My hands were shaking, but if I couldn’t do anything about the football player, one could bet I couldn’t touch the coach. Instead, I slipped into the bathroom and rinsed my body the best I could. Some of it had soaked into my clothing though, and short of washing them, I wouldn’t be able to get rid of the smell.

“Hey, beautiful. Where is that smile?” I heard a voice just outside the bathroom.

I looked to see the bathroom window was open a small crack. The voice was Coach Rex. I couldn’t help but be curious, so I jumped up and pulled myself so I could look over the edge. It was Ms. Barnett. If Mrs. Smith had been the hottest teacher in school before she got married, then Ms. Barnett was the hottest teacher now. She was an English teacher, and she spoke with a British accent.

“Coach Rex, must I remind you that those kind of comments could be construed as sexual harassment?” The woman herself, a young beauty with blonde hair and green eyes declared.

“You’ve never reported me so far.” He moved closer to her, his eyes filled with a lusty glaze.

“You have a good track record with the kids. I didn’t want to ruin your reputation or risk your job. However, if you want to insist on coming up with these ridiculous reasons to get me to come out to your office.”

“What ridiculous reasons?” he gave a wounded look. “You recently gave one of the guys on my team a D. He needs a C to keep playing on varsity.”

“Is that what this is about? I don’t play favorites, and I don’t give people exceptions.” She turned to leave.

“Come on.” He moved in her way. “Don’t be that way. The big game is coming up in a few weeks. He doesn’t have the time to fix his grades any other way. Can’t you give me a break? How about, if you do this for me, I’ll buy you dinner.”

“Dinner? Are you trying to ask me out?” She demanded.

“Not at all!” He gave a phony laugh. “I just heard you were interested in trying that new Italian place.”

“Geronimos?” She gasped. “That place is booked until December!”

“Well, I might no a guy in the kitchen, a former student. I can get us in within two weeks.”

She looked reluctantly around. “This is… highly inappropriate.”

“We’re just going co-workers.” He declared. “No pressure.”

“It’s also very expensive.”

“It’s on me. I said I’d buy you dinner, didn’t I?”

She tightened her lips, and then sighed, her shoulder slumping. “Fine… I will see what I can do, C-. No higher unless he does the work!”

“Yes!” He pumped a fist before grinning at her. “You won’t regret it.”

Her face turned red, but she said her farewell and walked away. Coach Rex remained there with a shit-eating grin. He seemed to sense something, and he started to look my way. I ducked before he was able to notice me, then I sped out of the bathroom and broke into a sprint.

My mind was a bit numb as I ran. Coach Rex was always like that. There were rumors that before Mrs. Smith married, he’d also banged her, and several other teachers too. His only saving grace is nothing ever suggested he did anything inappropriate with students. Furthermore, he fought for the guys on his team and they all loved him to death. I was someone who might have been on the team in another life, but he had stopped encouraging me just when I needed it most, and slowly I had lost interest in doing that kind of stuff.

That’s why my run ended before I was even a block away from the school and I was bent over with stitches. I forgot that I didn’t have the stamina that I once had. After recovering, I walked the rest of the way. It was a miserable walk. My clothes were wet and I still smelled. The only saving grace was that it was a Friday. I’d have the whole weekend to forget about school until I had to return on Monday once again.

When I arrived home, the house was empty. My stepsister had a job, and my stepdad worked late. Mom worked as well, so I was the only one at home. I was thirsty after arriving home, so I immediately went to get a drink. While I was doing so, my stepdad’s car parked and he headed in.

“Lucas, what are you doing?” He asked, staring at me with a carton of juice in my hands.

I wasn’t drinking out of it. I was getting glass.

“I… live here,” I responded blankly.

He grunted, putting down his keys and briefcase before sniffing. “What the hell smells like piss?”

I felt embarrassed, so I mumbled something about working out, and then ran to my room to get clothes and finally the bathroom. By the time I had shown and cleaned up with the messed up clothing rinsed and hidden at the bottom of the hamper, Mom was arriving home as well.

“Did no one start food?” She asked. “The first person who gets home is supposed to get things started for me! I told you guys, I can’t do all of this myself.”

“Luke was the first one home.” My Stepdad declared as he sat lazily on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table.

“I’m sorry, I was busy.”

“Lucas, this is about responsibility.”

“Mom…”

“Carl!”

“Listen to your mother!” My stepdad responded without looking up from the glow of the television.

I wanted to bang my head against a wall, but thankfully, I was spared by the doorbell ringing. Mom went to check it, but after a second, she looked at me with a smile.

“Lucas, your friend is here.”

Friend? I didn’t have any friends. I took the door from Mom and peered outside, only to see a short redheaded guy with freckles. My expression turned cold. This was the guy who I used to call my best friend before he stole my girlfriend.

“Steve.”

He winced. “What’s up, Lucas?”

I grimaced. “That’s what I want to know.”

He made a face. “Look, I don’t want to be here any more than you want me here.”

“Then why are you here?” I demanded.

“It’s… my mom.”

“Huh?”

He jerked his hand back, and I looked to see a car. The car window was opened and a curly red-headed woman gave a wave, smiling. I could barely make her out, but I did have a small impression of Steve’s mom. I frowned even deeper.

“She said she used to like us hanging out.” He declared.

“Okay…”

He took a breath. “She said she’d only pay for the present I want if I invite you to my birthday party.”

“Seriously?”

He shoved the invitation into my hands. “Just call her and tell her you’re not coming and that can be the end of this.”

I looked at the invitation, which appeared to be a pool party at his house. I remember his mom was pretty wealthy and they had their pool and even a jacuzzi in the backyard. It was tomorrow, so he didn’t give me the time to prepare. Had I had any plans that day, I more than likely would have refused to go.

“Maybe I want to come?” I responded, feeling contrarian.

“Noone even wants you there.” He spoke bitterly, and I felt the anger I had suppressed for two years rising.

“I guess that present you want isn’t very important.” I raised the letter in my fingers, about to rip it in two.

He let out a cry, throwing his hands out and trying to grab the invitation. I held it away from him. One nice thing was that I was taller than him.

“You bastard!” He growled, then winced, looking back before lowering his voice. “What is it going take?”

“What?” I grinned.

“What do I have to do, so you satisfy my mom?” he asked.

My grin increased. “Now that… is the question.”

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It may seem hard to believe, but I used to be the cool kid. At least, I saw myself as fairly popular at school. I had a best friend, a popular girl I was fairly sure was into me, and a core group of buddies I would hang out with and joke with.

My home life wasn’t perfect. My dad passed away when I was young and my stepdad had come along a few years later. Some kids are standoffish around their new dad, but my stepdad and I got along fairly well. He brought along an older sister, whom I got along well enough with too. I encouraged mom to marry my stepdad, and at their wedding, they made me one of the groomsmen even though I was barely in my teens. That’s how well we got along.

Then, one day, everything changed. It was a few months after they got married, and it was completely my fault. I was just starting to get used to my sexuality, and suddenly having a girl only two years older than me move into my family home felt odd. I wasn’t used to worrying about doing things like locking doors and maintaining privacy.

I suppose it all started at school. Three girls had suddenly gotten pregnant in my middle school. I grew up in a small country town, and for three out of the two hundred students to suddenly get pregnant, this became a giant phenomenon. It turned out the girls had made a pregnancy packed, all doing it to try to get back at their fathers. Rumors floated around about who the fathers were. Even my name was thrown around, although I don’t think tests were ever done.

As typical for a small town, the three girls went away for a while, and when they returned they were no longer pregnant. Their once outgoing personalities had become extremely refined. They kept their eyes down, barely talked, and went through school almost like ghosts. Since then, all but one of them moved away, not able to deal with the shame, teasing, and looks they got daily. The last was taken out and homeschooled. No one ever talked about it after that, and I don’t know if the babies were born and raised by family or something else.

Around this time was our school’s mandatory sex education as part of our health class. Yet, because of the pregnancies, the administration was terrified to teach us about sex. Everything was spoken in strange euphemisms. It didn’t help that we were in 8th grade and doing as 8th graders did, we tried to make the teachers as uncomfortable as possible. Boys would ask impolite questions intending to make their teachers blush, and girls would spread rumors about students hooking up. In the end, the sex education lessons were shut down with a strong emphasis on celibacy.

Unfortunately, I was a fourteen-year-old boy just starting puberty, and I suddenly found myself near a sixteen-year-old girl. I never had any interest in my sister, but my sister’s best friend was hot, and she would come over during the previous summer while wearing a swimsuit so she could jump in our pool. My mom was very traditional, and my sister had to wear a full one-piece, but her friend wore a bikini that showed a lot of skin.

I should also add that my mom was very strict. We weren’t allowed to have phones or access the internet. The only internet usage I got was at school, and that was usually limited. I had never seen a naked woman before, nor talked much about dirty things. The guys sometimes made jokes and I laughed along like I understood what they were talking about, but I had been depending on that sexual education to learn, and instead, I got my stepsister’s friend in a bikini.

One day, shortly after sex education was shut down and the 8th-grade year was in full swing, I got home early from basketball practice. As I was walking to my room, I noticed a picture on the floor outside my sister’s room. It was clear she had dropped it by accident. When I looked at it, my body immediately reacted. It was my sister and her friend. They were both in swimsuits. It was a picture from the previous summer. They had their arms over each other and they laughed, their bodies dripping wet after a dip in the pool. In particular, my sister’s friend was leaning forward in a manner that showed a lot of cleavage.

I had never done anything before, but I had hit a breaking point that day. I knew I was in the wrong, but I snatched the photo and then ran to the bathroom. For the first time in my life, I pulled my dick out for something other than peeing. As I touched myself, it started to grow hard. I had bent the photo in half, cutting my step-sister out. My focus was on her friend and her nice cleavage.

I didn’t know how long I sat there staring at the image and touching myself, but I must have blanked out because I didn’t hear anyone coming home. The next thing I knew, the bathroom door I had forgotten to lock burst open and my stepdad was looking in. I was so startled that I dropped the picture. It floated over and landed open at my father’s feet. My dick was in my hand, and I had been seemingly doing it to a picture of my dad’s daughter.

His eyes widened. I could never forget the shock and horror on his face as he looked at me. Then, he turned around and left, closing the door quickly. He didn’t even snatch the picture back up. I felt so bad. I felt like I had betrayed his trust. Plus, I had been doing something I shouldn’t have. As I result, I swore I’d never touch myself again. It wasn’t always easy, but I didn’t want to show something unsightly again.

My relationship with my stepdad changed that day. He became cold to me. He never looked me in the eye. He also became wary of me whenever his stepdaughter was around. He’d eye me suspiciously, and deep down I knew he had every right. It was the biggest mistake I ever made, but regrettably, that was only the beginning.

I was already stressed and embarrassed over what had happened with my stepfather, but I mostly kept it all down and ignored it at school. It was getting to the point where the popular girl was letting out a lot of signs I should ask her out, but because of my shame at home, I kept holding it off.

Then, the fateful day when my school life fell apart came. It was a fairly normal day, except that our gym class which was normally in the afternoon had to meet in the mornings. Our normal gym teacher was sick that day, so they asked the high school gym teacher to fill in. I can’t stress enough how this was a small town where these kinds of things happened. The gym teacher, a guy named Mr. Rex, was someone I knew. He had been my coach for basketball as well, and a lot of people liked him. He was a cool guy. A lot of the high school girls had a crush on him, and there were even rumors he might be dating one of the teachers.

Mr. Rex was tough but fair, and by the end of the gym session, the boys were all covered in sweat. He told us to hit the showers. I had never done that before. The middle school didn’t have a shower room, but the two schools were connected with a division between the upper and middle students. He sent us to the high school to shower. I had never been there before. Since my activities were at the end of the day, I usually just went home and cleaned up there. However, it was the morning and we had a day full of classes, and none of the guys wanted to be the smelly, sweaty one.

As everyone stripped and jumped into the shower, I became to feel my shame creeping in again. I didn’t know why, but I just wasn’t comfortable being naked around the other guys. It had never been an issue before. It wasn’t like I had never been at a sleepover, but I was always able to change quietly in a corner and it wasn’t like anything would be seen. The guys were already roughhousing in the shower, and I quietly wrapped a towel around my hips and put on shower sandals.

Since I wasn’t making a ruckus, the guys hadn’t noticed me at first, I quickly rinsed my body up and was just about to escape when my best friend must have realized I was being rather quiet and avoiding everyone else.

“Hey, Lucas, what are you doing?” He asked his hands on hips proudly.

I was deliberately avoiding looking their way. I didn’t know exactly why. Was I thinking that if I looked it was permitting them to look? I just remembered touching myself and being seen by my stepdad and then how cold he became, and I just tried to walk out of the room quickly.

“What’s with the towel?” One of the guys asked.

“Are you embarrassed about something?” My friend asked.

I couldn’t help but stiffen. Those were the worst words that could be spoken in front of a group of middle school boys. They were all looking my way now, and I could feel my back burning from their eyes. I didn’t want to respond. I was thinking to myself that if I could just escape to the locker room, then everything would be fine.

“I bet he has a small penis…” One of the guys laughed.

The others started laughing too. I didn’t think my penis was all that small. I didn’t know how large it was. I had tried to measure it a few months prior, but the ruler wasn’t long enough. It was a little more than 12 inches. I had tried to ask the sex ed teacher about it back then, but he had gotten angry at me, telling me not to mess around and all the other students had giggled and laughed as they had been doing through the entire thing.

The result was that I had never gotten the answer I was looking for. I reckoned that I was a bit on the large size. After all, there were all those jokes about “foot-longs”. That led me to believe that a foot was average, more was above and less was below. To me, a small dick guy was someone with six inches. I couldn’t even imagine having such a small dick.

I didn’t know what was going through my head, but I responded angrily. “I bet I’m larger than you!”

It was just the dumb things a kid says. There were oo’s and ah’s and the guys laughed. I turned and left the shower, relieved that I was over the ordeal. That was until one of the guys I had said had a small dick snuck over and ripped my towel off. The guys were all waiting as he did it, and when I saw the look on their faces, I’d never forget it.

It wasn’t too different from the look on my stepdad’s face. Shock… and then coldness. I would have been happier if they had pointed and laughed. Instead, they all grew silent. There wasn’t even a single smile. They put on their clothing as if nothing happened, and I hid in the corner and finished changing as well.

Since they didn’t say anything, I had hoped that nothing changed. However, my hope was unfounded. The guys immediately started distancing themselves from me. Whenever I walked to them, they would become silent and stare at me until I left. This continued through the rest of 8th grade. Their coldness seemed to permeate over to the girls as well. At first, I was still friends with a lot of girls, but one by one, they would all start coming up with reasons to avoid me.

However, it was when the popular girl, my school crush, ended up dating my best friend that I started to feel abandoned. At that point, he still grudgingly talked to me, but when I found out he asked her out and she said yes, I grew angry. We ended up arguing about school. No one else was there, but I was furious.

I came up at him and yelled. “You knew I liked her. Why would you do that?”

“Heh… like you don’t know.” He wrinkled his nose at me. “Don’t act like every woman isn’t chasing you. You can have anyone you want, so leave my girl alone.”

“I thought we were friends!” I snapped.

His face turned even more twisted and he spoke quietly. “You thought wrong.”

I was stunned by his words. I was hurt, confused, and isolated. Worst of all, I had no one to go to. There was one last person I thought to trust, Coach Rex.

“Hey, buddy, what’s with the long face.”

“The… um… the guys have been treating me strange lately,” I spoke, feeling desperate to find at least one person who had my back.

“Come to my office.” He gestured, and we ended up in an office adjacent to the very shower room where this all started.

There was a cramped desk, balls, and trophies scattered around a closet-like room. I was sitting across from Mr. Rex, who was wearing his typical polo shirt and tight shorts. I wondered a bit where he kept his dick. I had to wear loose and baggy pants all the time. I couldn’t wear anything tight or it would be sticking out. Times like that made me feel like a dweeb. Every other guy seemed to figure it out, but there was so much I didn’t know because of my strict upbringing.

“Now, Lucas, what is going on?” He asked. “I noticed you don’t hang out with your friends after school anymore.”

I calmed down a bit at his question. At least someone saw what I saw. It made me feel better reaching out to him.

“The guys stopped wanting to be my friend,” I spoke awkwardly, not sure how to sum up the last few months of experiences in a way my coach could digest.

“Really?” He blinked. “It’s probably nothing. Boys your age will get upset at each other over nothing. I don’t think you need to worry too much.”

“I see…”

“You’re going to do fine.” He laughed, basically dismissing my worries and standing up. “Is there anything else you need?”

Although his dismissal seemed abrupt, it was sort of what I needed. I needed someone to tell me it was no big deal and things would improve in a few months. He did make me feel better, but I still had a lingering discomfort, one that I had to get rid of.

“Um… I know this is awkward, but I don’t know who else to talk to about this.” I spoke strangely.

I definitely couldn’t ask my stepdad, not after what happened.

“What?” He covered his grin, looking serious.

“They… started acting strange, after seeing…” I felt my face redden, and I realized it was impossible to ask normally. “I-is there something wrong with my penis?”

He blinked, his expression turning a bit weird himself. “Ah… sorry, what did you say?”

I flushed. “I think… there is something wrong with my penis.”

“Alright.” He stiffened. “It’s possible. You’re telling me you need someone to take a look?”

I nodded, my face hot. “Maybe, I should go to the doctor…”

“No… no…” he shook his head. “I can handle it. Just show me.”

I pulled my pants down. At first, I was relieved that his expression didn’t change, but as I pulled my pants up and he didn’t react, I realized his expression was very stiff.

“Is… is there something wrong?” I asked.

“No.” He responded, but his voice sounded somewhat strange. “No, you’re normal.”

I let out a breath of relief. “Thanks!”

I was so excited I went to hug him, but he flinched, holding up his hands. I pulled back, realizing the situation was a bit odd to do something like that. I thanked him for a second time and then left, feeling a bit better. That feeling only lasted a few days. Although Mr. Rex didn’t say anything, his attitude toward me changed too. I used to be his favorite student, but he started picking the other students instead. He was giving me the cold shoulder as well, and it was a lot like my dad’s.

The rest of 8th grade passed like that, just a slow decline of isolation. At home, my stepdad wanted nothing to do with me. At school, every boy and girl avoided me. It was like I had contracted some kind of illness, and it all had something to do with my penis. Was it misshaped? Did I have a disease? I eventually concluded that it was small. I did have a micropenis.

I once overheard some guys making a joke where they called the penis a third leg. My penis was nowhere near the size of my leg. I had also heard someone call it a tripod. I must be really small. It makes sense if you think about it. A vagina was big enough to push a baby through. Girls must need something equally as large to enjoy sex. A baby’s birth length on average was 20 inches, with a 4-inch thickness. That’s what my googling at school taught me, where every term for penis was censored by the school’s software.

I figured my reasoning must be sound. A penis had to be the same size as a baby. That must mean a man’s penis size was 20 inches long and 4 inches thick on average. It was no wonder my 13-14 inches, with a 2-inch thickness was worthy of mockery.

As the isolation continued, I shut down. I focused entirely on my school work, avoiding anything to do with sex or the friends I once had. I was far too embarrassed to talk about it from then on. High school started, and what started as isolation turned into flat-out bullying. My biggest bully turned out to be my former friend, Mark. Meanwhile, the girl I used to like, Hailey, became cruel and spread rumors about me. Any new people who might have treated me nicely were quickly pulled aside and corrected.

My group of friends had become my worst offenders. When they weren’t going out of their way to embarrass or mock me, they would find other ways to make my life miserable. I had cried a couple of times, but that only got me labeled as a crybaby. I thought I could at least get out some of my frustration with sports, but I tried out for the high school team, but Rex refused to let me on the team. He said I was “too unbalanced”, whatever that meant.

Two years went by like this. It was a difficult two years. I thought about even killing myself. I had gone from the popular guy who everyone liked to the freak whom everyone avoided. I also had no clue what I had done that caused so much ire. Yet, the time was coming when I was about to find out. Well, I’m not the one who found out, it was my bully’s mom who made the discovery, and my life would never be the same.

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