by Cole Parker
Circumstances 4
They were both huge, compared to me. They looked at me, standing there, and I simply looked back.
Number One said, “Hey, isn’t that the kid who dropped his pants on his bus and jerked off with everyone watching?”
Number Two grinned. “Yeah, I think so. My girlfriend was on that bus. She told me all about it. She said this kid must be one of those exhibitionist guys she’s read about. They talked about them in sex ed, too. Guys that want everyone to see their junk.”
One asked, “Really? They like people to see them doing that? Gross! This guy must really have a screw loose, whipping it out and jerking it for everyone to see, even the young kids and girls.”
Two said, “Really weird. Look at him! He looks a little like a psycho, doesn’t he? Look at his eyes! I’ll bet he was just waiting for someone to come in, all undressed and waiting. He’s all ready to start jerking again, now he has an audience.”
I had to say something, even though I was afraid these guys were working themselves up to pounding me whether I said anything or not.
“No, no. That’s not what happened on the bus, and not now, either. I fell asleep on the bus and had a wet dream. Now I’m just trying to clean up my pants and dry them. That’s all. Honest.”
Numbers One and Two looked at each other, then both said at the same time, “Yeah, right.” Two raised his hand and they high-fived each other, grinning, before Two said to me, “OK, get on with the show. You wanted someone to watch. Well, here we are. Get busy.”
One grinned at him, then looked at me expectantly.
“Hey guys, come on! I’m just drying my pants. Give me a break, will ya? So far this hasn’t been my best day ever, and it’s still only first period.”
Two ignored me and said to One, “He’s just drying his pants.”
One said, “Sure he is. Well, then let’s help him. Those tighty- whities look wet, too.”
They advanced on me. I was trapped in the corner between the wall and the sinks. There was nowhere I could go.
Two grabbed me, and One yanked my briefs off. Two let go of my arms, but then yanked my khakis from my hand. I thought they’d punch me out then and I cowered accordingly, but they didn’t. They simply turned and both walked out. I could hear One say, “These’ll dry much better spread out in the sun on the front lawn, won’t they?” and Two answered with, “Yeah, especially if they’re down near the front sidewalk, way down there.” And I heard them laughing.
I looked around. The only thing that was loose in that bathroom I could use to cover myself with was the little squares of toilet paper. Trying to cover myself with them would be worse than nothing at all. I tried to visualize me with little pieces of paper stuck all over my dangling parts and shuddered. I took off my shirt and wrapped it around myself but it would only cover half of what needed covering, either the front side or the back. I wondered if I had time to get to my gym locker. I could put my gym clothes on if I could get there, but the bell was about to ring.
I didn’t see I had a choice. Kids always swarmed into the restrooms at class break, and the idea of a bunch of boys coming in here and finding me like this didn’t bear thinking of. Someone would certainly decide if I didn’t have any pants, I didn’t need a shirt either, and I’d be in even worse circumstances after that.
I went to the door, looked out, and saw only empty hallway.
The gym was at the far end of the hall from where I was. Without pause, holding my shirt around my frontal nether parts as well as I could, I took off running.
I’d got maybe a quarter of the way down the hall when the bell rang. Classroom doors began banging open and kids flooded into the hallway.