Chapter 13
LABOR DAY 1996: Tug… Tug… Tingle… Tingle… I lay on my bed and “pulled the pud” as they say… For the 6 th time that Labor Day… Late summer afternoon light pierced the periphery of my shade. Noon o’clock and I had already climaxed five times (ten times a day was nothing for a young buck/cuck like me!) The next morning, I would start the first day of my Sophomore year and so I made sure to make the masturbatory most of my idle idylls. School meant six hours a day of not jerking off – the horror! (though, on the other hand, the sluttish girls who walked through the pheromone-saturated hallways were the best source of fantasy fodder.) A wave of fresh anxiety coursed through my body. I shook my left leg, twirled my right hand, and rolled my head back and forth against the pillow (as if I were the little girl from “The Exorcist” – “your mother sucks cocks in Hell!”) Oh, the first day of school… (scarier, in many ways, than shaking my tush on the catwalk!) Stomach-churn, stomac...