7 Seeking help

I swear for a split second I could see a sort of surprise in his eyes but either I misjudged him or he was just that good because in the next second he replied casually, "You tell me what your problem is and I solve it for you." He said it with all the confidence in the world that I just knew I had come to the right place.

"I have a terrible hard on" I blurted out. He had a belly laugh before asking "Have you tried jerking off?"

Hhhhmmm...now why hadn't I touched myself. Surely I'm not so slow that I forgot the possible cure was in my hands. But in my defense I had not had the urge to touch myself. My urges were for Mrs Johnson to meet my soldier and do all the work.

"Of course" I lied. "But it doesn't seem to be working which is why I sought you out" I answered with all the confidence I could master in such a situation.

At that point his left eyebrow raised as if to show intense curiosity then he searched through his bag and found a pen and a notebook. He scribbled down an address and handed it to me and said "Meet me here at 4" and he turned away as if implying that I was dismissed. I took my que and left since I didn't want to risk being seen with Steve, that was a real reputation dropper.

Tick tock tick tock tick tock

At this rate even time seemed to be against me for I was sure it should be at least lunch time but the stupid clock was saying 9:30am. It's like I had not suffered enough and the worst was yet to come.

I was still in pain, barely talking which led to everyone assuming that I was sick. For starters I was not an overly talkative person but I had a smile to spare for almost anyone but today I was having none of that. I was grumpy and only grunted as a reply to those who bothered to say hello.

Thank God my long time friend Marcus was away with his parents for a trip otherwise I don't know what I would have done. Marcus is the type of guy who can shake almost anybody out of their shell, he is also too talkative for his own good.

I went through all the motions of school that day as best as I could considering. The worst part of my day was having to see Mrs Johnson with her daughter Sabrina during lunch. They were just three people ahead of me in the line but it was like they were right in front of me. For starters I could smell Mrs Johnson's nice perfume from where I was. I used to think I hated strong scents but this woman must have turned me somehow. Everything that she did automatically became desirable, she was the baseline for beauty for me. I would not consider a girl even remotely pretty if she didn't share a common feature with my Mrs Johnson.

My thoughts only had her the moment she came into view, so I had to do the only other logical thing available to me, I ran!

I ran out of the que abruptly into the men's room directly to the first cubical and fellas I am not so proud to admit this but it is in that cubical that I remained till the bell for end of school rang at three.