"That should have gone directly DVD," Kyle complained. "Did you see that makeup?" I asked with a laugh. However, a few hours later we'd finished with the movie, were sitting in Richie's garage, and were still talking about the movie, though not in quite the same way. "I hear it's really violent," Richie announced with a broad grin. If we're late, we won't get that Saturday matinee discount." "We'd better not be late getting to the theater. We teased Richie a little more before I reminded the others of our reason for gathering this morning. "It was a time capsule," Kyle pointed out with a chuckle. "It was a treasure chest," Richie protested weakly. "Is this like that time you found that treasure chest?" I asked him with an expression of mock innocence. "Sure you did," Kyle told him with a roll of the eyes. "You'll never believe what I found in the school library," Richie exclaimed the moment we were all together. He was the one who always got good grades, though the fact his mom made him study a lot probably had something to do with that. He was the chubby member of our group but also the smart one. My other friend Richie was just a hair under my height but weighed a good fifty pounds more. I couldn't help but feeling a little jealous of the fact that he didn't have my acne problem, nor much problem getting the attention of girls at school, not that he actually went on many dates. Kyle was a slender guy about an inch or two taller than me. "Sure," I responded with an absent nod, already on my way out the door.Ī short time later, I met up with my friends Kyle and Richie. Mom frowned slightly and told me, "All right, but we still need to talk when you get home." "I told my friends I was gonna meet up with them." "Later," I told her, already getting up from the table. Once I'd finished eating, I noticed that my mom was still watching me with a thoughtful look. I just dug in and ate, not looking at her since I was embarrassed about my problem and my mom was the absolute last person I'd want to talk to about it. Mom gave me a skeptical look but set some pancakes in front of me without a word. Then she paused to give me an odd look and asked, "Are you all right?" My mom looked really good for her age and somehow made it look effortless. She was fixing my breakfast and looking fantastic as always. A short time later I went to the kitchen and found my mom was already there. I shook my head to clear it then went and got dressed. His big brother always bought a bunch for him and he sold them to the other boys. I was pretty sure I could get some dirty magazines from one of the guys at school. Maybe I just needed some new porn material. Unfortunately, I had a pretty bad case of acne which made a lot of the girls at school a little more likely to overlook me.Īfter a few minutes, I gave up trying to get my rocks off, knowing it wouldn't do much good. I'm 5 foot 9, fairly athletic, and not bad looking.except for the acne. My name is Eli Durling and I am nearly seventeen. I didn't even have a girlfriend and none of the girls in school seemed particularly interested in me. "Maybe my hormones are telling me I need to do it with a real girl," I told myself with a sigh, knowing that wouldn't be too likely in the immediate future. I was afraid I was developing a permanent case of blue balls. I'd even jacked off a few times each day to try getting some relief.but more nothing. I'd have some great sexy dreams but couldn't seem to do anything about it. It had been this way every morning this week. I got up and went to the bathroom and jacked off for a few minutes, trying to get some relief but nothing. It was crazy erotic though I couldn't remember much in the way of details. "Damn," I muttered, wanting to just go back to sleep and get back into that dream. Instead, I woke up with a case of blue balls. Of course, this was more of a dry dream since I didn't get any relief. I sat up in bed, having just woken up from the middle of a wet dream. After Eli and his friends play around with a magic spell, Eli finds something inside of him awakening.
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