An Education: A Coming of Age Story

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Chapter VI“Hey, want to come to mine to do our homework?” asked Jeremy. Practice was letting out for the day and the boys were walking to their bikes.“Sure. I’ll take a quick shower at mine and then come over. Do you know if your mom is making dinner?”“Probably. You know she always comes up with one of those health-freak recipes of hers—quinoa something-or-other.”“Ha. It’s still bomb though. Plus, now my mom is getting all her recipes from your mom. She’s been complaining that my dad’s been putting on weight. She’s putting his ass on a diet.”“Great. Just great. I loved your mom’s cooking. She makes the best mac-and-cheese this side of the Mississippi.”“What the hell are you talking about, bro. You never even been east of the Mississippi. How the hell would you know.”“Damn, man. It’s an expression. Anyway, I’ll race you home.”Jeremy was already on his bike and pedaling as fast as he could. Ken jumped on his and raced to catch up, but his friend was well ahead and had no intention of giving up his lead. After a few blocks, Ken let up and cruised the rest of the way home. When he walked in through the door, he gave his mom a quick peck on the cheek and jumped upstairs to shower and clean up. Then he walked over to Jeremy’s.Ken walked right through the front door and bounded up the stairs without announcing himself. He opened the door to Jeremy’s room and walked in.“Woah, what the fuck?!” screamed Jeremy. He was sitting in front of his desk, in his underwear. A porno played on the computer screen.“Oh, shit, sorry,” Ken replied. “My bad, bro.”“Haven’t you heard of knocking? Damn. And close the door. My mom might walk by.”Ken shut the door quietly. “C’mon man, when do I ever knock? Plus, your ass must have gotten home like twenty minutes ago. How did I manage to take a shower, get dressed, and come to yours, and your ass is still sitting here in his underwear?”“Yeah, whatever man. I was obviously a little distracted.” Jeremy reached for the mouse to shut off the porno. “I’ll be like ten minutes.”“Okay, mind if I check my email?”“Not like you ask anyway.”“Good point.”Jeremy stepped away and walked into his bathroom. Ken sat down behind the computer and scrolled to open the Internet browser. He then noticed that Jeremy had only minimized the browser, so when he tried to open a new browser, the porn website was still open. Ken scrolled the mouse over to the video and hit ‘Play.’ The volume was low, but the video picked up where Jeremy had paused it. A cute Latina was on all fours in between two guys as one fucked her from behind and the other aggressively shoved his cock down her throat. The two Kadıköy Escort men were slamming hard into her, but the girl had no trouble taking them, seemingly enjoying the challenge of pleasing two men. She periodically turned around to say something dirty to the man fucking her from behind, goading him to fuck her harder.Ken was getting turned on. He could feel his cock getting hard underneath his jeans. He reached underneath and readjusted his dick, allowing it more room to grow, further enhancing his arousal. He reached down and gently caressed his balls through the thick fabric, massaging them, warming himself up, just like he did when he would fantasize about Mrs. Thomas.Ken shot a quick look at the bathroom door and listened for the sound of the running shower. Upon hearing that, he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them around his ankles, allowing his dick to spring free. Almost reflexively, Ken grabbed it with his left hand and began stroking gently, his gaze glued to the screen.Suddenly, the bedroom door flung open. Startled, Ken jumped out of the chair and turned toward the noise, dick still in hand.“OH! Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” said Alley, aghast. She stood frozen in place in the doorway, staring at Ken’s swollen member protruding out from his hand.“Oh shit! Fuck! I’m so sorry, Mrs. T.! What’re you doing here?” Ken stammered. He scrambled to pull up his underwear, but his dick flopped comically over the waistband, exaggerating the absurdity of the situation. He finally grabbed it and repositioned it inside, only to have half of the shaft and the head poking up from above the waistband like a submarine periscope treading water.He looked up with dread to gauge Alley’s reaction. His best friend’s mom was horrified; staring in stunned disbelief, one hand resting on the doorknob, the other covering her mouth in shock. Her cheeks were flushed red.“I’m so, so sorry, Kenny. I should not have barged in like that. That was very inappropriate of me.” Not knowing what else to say, Alley stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her.Ken pulled his jeans up and quickly buttoned up. He repositioned his t-shirt over the protrusion from his pants and took a glimpse of himself in Jeremy’s wall mirror. Aside from the bulge, he looked covered up.Just then, the bathroom door opened and Jeremy stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist.“What happened? You look like you saw a ghost?” asked Jeremy.“Uhh, nothing, nothing. Your mom just came in to ask about dinner, I think.”“Okay. What’d you tell her?” Jeremy kept his eyes on Ken, who had still not moved Kadıköy Escort Bayan from his position in the middle of the room. “Yo, you sure you okay?”“Yeah, yeah. I’m cool. To be honest, I’m actually not that hungry. I think I’ll go home for a bit. Maybe I’ll join you after dinner.”“Um, sure. Whatev’s dude. You’re acting all sorts of weird.”“Cool. I’ll hit you up later.” Ken opened the bedroom door, did a quick check of the halls, and bounded down the stairs and back to his own house.Chapter VIIIKen rushed upstairs to his room and shut the door. He was mortified by what happened in front of Mrs. Thomas. A sense of utter despair washed over him—how would he ever face her again? She probably thought that he is some sort of sexual deviant; or worse, his dangling appendage had revealed him a freak. He racked his brain in an effort arrive at a solution for how to mend the situation, but the trauma blocked him from thinking clearly. Eventually, he dozed off, still smarting from the humiliation.He had a fitful night of sleep. His dreams were mired with vivid images of Mrs. Thomas recoiling when her gaze lowered to see him wrestling with his wretched dick as its swollen head pierced through his clenched fist. He had nightmares of her trying to escape while he chased after her, his engorged member drawn to her like a divining rod to water. He woke repeatedly—in cold sweats over the possibility that she may forbid him from even interacting with his closest friend.The next morning, Ken woke up determined to set things straight. He knew what he had to do—he would stand tall and apologize to Mrs. Thomas. He would accept whatever reproach came his way, and hopefully, they could move past this encounter.He hoped that by apologizing, he could rid himself of the shame and embarrassment. The pain was all the more acute because Alley was not just anybody to him—she was the woman who occupied the most space in the depths of his thoughts. The woman he had fantasized about for so long, whose every curve he could instantly recall by simply closing his eyes, as if the outline of her sensual figure was imprinted on the backs of his eyelids. This woman, this perfect fantasy, had seen him at his worst. Waves of humiliation flooded through him.That morning, Ken decided to do something unprecedented. Immediately after the first period bell rang, while other students packed their bags and prepared for the next class, he discreetly shuffled to the parking lot, hopped on his bike, and peddled as fast as he could toward Jeremy’s home. What use was it sitting in class when Escort Kadıköy all he could think about was the impending conversation he had to have? Moreover, he did not want Jeremy lurking around—the last thing he needed was for Jeremy to witness his humiliation. Ken only hoped that Alley would still be home. By his estimation, he could make his apology and be back to school by third period.He pulled his bike into his own garage, took a moment to catch his breath, and walked over to the Thomas home. For the first time in ages, he rang the doorbell. After a few moments, Alley walked over to the door and opened it.“Oh, hi Kenny. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in school?”“Hi Mrs. T. Yeah, I, uh, I kinda wanted to talk to you about yesterday.”“Oh, I understand, honey. Do you want to come in?”“Thanks.” Ken made his way inside and the two walked into the living room. “Am I interrupting anything?”“Thanks for asking, but no. I am teaching a class later this afternoon, but right now I was trying to write a blog post. Not feeling very creative today, so you came at just the right time. Come sit here on the couch next to me.”Alley hoped that by acting calmly, she could get Ken to relax and make his apology with little fanfare. Although she did not want to admit it, she was almost as uncomfortable as he, and she hoped that the incident would be over quickly.Ken’s palms felt clammy. He had never felt more nervous. He took a deep breath and launched right into it. “Look, Mrs. T., I really just want to say I’m really sorry about yesterday. I really don’t know what came over me. I just hope that you don’t think I’m some kind of weirdo or, or some freak or something.”Alley was thrown off by this last comment. “Freak?” Strange that he would view himself through such a negative lens.“Ken, that’s really sweet. It takes a strong person to make that kind of apology, and I’m very glad you did so. That means a lot to me, honey. But I don’t think you’re weird, and you are not a freak. Why would you think such a thing?”“I—I dunno. The expression on your face, I guess. You looked scared or something.”“Well, I was shocked, that’s for sure!” Alley smiled. “I didn’t expect to walk into my son’s room and see,” she struggled to find the words, “and see what I did.“To be honest, Kenny, I owe you an apology too. I shouldn’t have walked in without knocking. You and Jeremy aren’t kids anymore, and I should respect your space. That was a complete invasion of your privacy.“But honey, don’t call yourself a freak. I’m surprised to hear that you would even think that way about yourself. You’re a spectacular athlete and a charming young man. What would compel you to think that about yourself?”“I guess I’m just a little shy, that’s all.”“Sweetie, it’s one thing to be embarrassed. I am as eager as you to put the incident behind us. But I’m concerned that there might be something else going on? Don’t be afraid to tell me.

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