Chapter 4
The feeling of euphoria stayed with me all the way home, where I crawled into bed with a big, dopey grin on my face and drifted off to sleep in the clouds.
But the next morning, I awoke with a massive erection that tented up from my bedsheets. My whole body seemed to crackle with electricity. My skin was sensitive all over. Even the gentle pressure of my cotton Jockeys against my swollen wood was too much for me to handle.
I threw on a robe and hurried out into the hallway, where I barely missed slamming into my sister with my sword. What an embarrassment that would have been. She scowled at me as she left the bathroom, drying her freshly washed hair with a towel.
That's what I needed. A good, cold shower to calm me down.
But the water was lukewarm. That damn Sacramento summer heat kept the pipes warm, even at the start of the day. So I only turned on the right knob, trying to keep it as cold as possible. The cascading sensation of water on my cock did nothing but drive me crazy.
My cock.
I'd never called it that before, not even to myself.
That's what that man in the spa had called it. "Ram your big cock up my asshole," I heard him say.
Cock.The word only seemed to excite me more. It seemed the lukewarm shower wasn't going to do anything to help me, so I turned the water off and grabbed a towel.
What next?I wondered. The doctor had relieved my ache, but it only made me want more.
And then...
My head was racing with possibilities. If a doctor could bring me that much satisfaction with only his fingers, I wondered what it would feel like to have a penis inside me. No, not a penis.A cock.
What would it feel like to have a man's hard cock in there, hot to the touch, pulsing with veins and filling me with his semen?
Er, wait.Cum.That's what the man called it. What would that feel like?
For every question I had, there were five more questions to follow, and none with any answers. Those thoughts had to be wrong. It was one thing for the doctor to help me with a medical procedure, I rationalized. But actually engaging with other men; that would be very wrong.
I started thinking about all those men playing in the pool. It was a scene more magical than I could have ever dreamt of. Like one of my muscle magazines come to life. A safe place where men could be with men the same way they were with women.
Those men looked so happy. Frolicking around the pool in their posing straps. Frolicking wasn't wrong. Just guys being guys.
The bathhouse was aspecialplace, as the doctor had described it.
But it was the other stuff. The men paired together, sullying the sheets of those creaky beds. Thrashing about like wild animals.
Oh, god.
I threw on some clothes and coasted through the kitchen, grabbing a piece of toast from the table where my mother and sister ate breakfast.
"Where are you off to?" my mother asked. She wasn't usually the curious type, but that day, of all days, she just had to ask.
"Oh, I need to run a few errands. Say, ma, is it alright if I borrow your car?"
She eyed me with skepticism. "I suppose. Just be home for lunch."
"Thanks," I said, giving her a peck on the cheek and then dashing out the back kitchen door before she could ask more questions.
There was a sports shop on the other side of town that sold all kinds of gear and uniforms. I was never big on sports, so I only shopped there when I needed a new pair of clothes for gym class. But they had everything there, so it was the best place I could think of.
I walked into the store feeling like a stranger in a foreign land. A man at the sales counter nodded to me.
"Good morning," he said. We were the only two in there. I could see he was in the middle of reading the newspaper so I hoped that would keep him occupied while I browsed.
"Morning," I said, avoiding his eyes.