I guess it was mostly because I was still obsessed with that one girl. Gargoyle drawings Different girl, Fav. This is high school I'm talking about here.

my school dances in junior high were on wednesday afternoons and as such we were required to attend oh the agony

Gargoyle girl, though, ugh

ahahahaohshitahahahaha

i think i probably won out, though i told my friend a couple years later that i was nearly fucking her and he just kinda laughed and shook his head in a 'she's got stds' sort of way Dodging those kinds of bullets give you the strangest feeling.

it's like.. getting laid was my top priority, and i was clueless... but it wasn't a bad thing? MY GOD MY WORLD IT'S TURNED UPSIDE DOWN

Hmm, middle school was kind of long ago. I can only remember about three things that happened during that time, so I'll just post the one that could be considered a story. The choir I was in was getting ready to do a performance at a local elementary school. The great thing about the choirs at that middle/high school is that they constantly had shows. It is always sad to spend months learning music only to have two or three actual times on stage. Anyways, the day in question was unusually hot out. We couldn't do the performance on the blacktop area like we normally would, so they had to relocate to the small cafeteria/auditorium building. They try to avoid this normally because it isn't the biggest room ever. They turned on a couple fans and had us do our thing. About halfway through the set there is this loud thud noise. Apparently, one of the students got so overheated that he passed out and fell backwards off the risers we were standing on. Nobody realized this at the time so we kept on singing. And more people started fainting. I was really starting to feel the heat myself and was freaking out about what was going to happen. My body started to fall forward a bit, so I threw my arm back and clutched on to the person behind me as hard as I could Right on his crotch. Bullseye. There was a loud yell and we both went down. Later on I asked the director if that performance was the biggest disaster he has ever seen and he replied "you know, it really wasn't." What a scary thought.

okay kinda long story Spoiler: show spoiler hide spoiler when my parents split towards the end of high school i stayed with my mother during the week cos it was close to school, and on fridays went back to my dads house, which was also the house i grew up in so i liked goin there and on quite a lot of fridays i would get dropped off near school by my mother and walk to the train station and go back to my old house and chill there all day cos my dad would be at work every time i would wear a tshirt under my school shirt, and sneakers, which was fine cos my mother didnt care about uniform much and it made more sense to wear sneakers and have them for the weekend. so as soon as she dropped me off i would take the school shirt off on my way to the station, and buy an overpriced adult train ticket instead of using my free student card or trying to get a concession ticket. all these precautions. i would also walk a weird long way to the station to avoid the area of my mothers office and just pray that no one recognises me. even when i was almost back at my old house i either had to get a bus or walk for 30mins and i would try to keep an eye on cars coming past and maybe hide my face a bit, again to avoid recognition, especially by my dad who could potentially leave for work late since he ran the company. with this in mind i would also lift up the garage door a bit to check that his car was gone before heading inside one time i was on my way and changing trains, just sitting on the platform waiting, when a couple of police walk over to the end of the platform where i am, away from everything and connecting to nothing, with no one else around, meaning that they clearly walked over just to question me. this one incident made all the precautions pay off when i showed them an adult ticket and they left me alone but then there was this other time, everythings goin smoothly and all, i get back to my old house and walk up to the garage, casually lift it up a bit and crouch down to look inside. after having done this for a while and never seeing a car there i kinda double taked when i found my dads car just sitting there. so i try to quietly shut the garage door. now my old house faces out into a valley so its kinda open at the front. meaning that if i tried to walk back down the driveway and leave i could potentially be seen from plenty of places inside the house, notably the balcony which i was now scared to get in view of. so i quickly dashed over to one side of the house which was rarely visted and as i tried to think of what to do i heard a hairdryer operating from my dads bathroom, so at least i knew where he was and that i hadnt been seen. i quickly ran through my options, which seemed to be 1- go somewhere else and come back in a few hours (but there was nothing close by and i would have to get a bus, which rarely came and would risk my dad driving past as he left for work), 2- go hide in the bush, which could work but i wasnt sure if i would be able to tell when my dad was leaving, and if i wasnt careful i might be spotted from the balcony, 3- stick to the side of the house since it was the one area that was fairly hidden and it was unlikely that my dad would go around there, unless he decided to do some gardening or something now this house was sorta built on this big boulder, meaning that the land behind the house was at the second story level, with a small balcony filling the gap between the house and backyard on this side of the house, and making things level on the other side where part of the boulder stuck into the house. to be safe i figure i should go hide in the gap between the house and the boulder, this little dank area with little light cos of the balcony above and about a metre wide and like 3 high, so like a small narrow hallway, and some spare bits of wood and such were kept there and it was probably filled with spiders and shit. since i knew my dad had just had a shower i expected him to leave any minute, but i had to wait to hear the electric garage door open. the sound of wind blowing past this crevice i placed myself in sounded a lot like someone walking up the grass right next to me, so im standing there getting more and more panicked and thinking maybe my dads not going to work today and what if hes just gonna do some gardening or shit hes been doing some work on the house what if he comes to get some wood what the fuck can i say to explain this right here there is clearly no reason for me to be standing in this place anyway and at this time of day what could i say and why the fuck wont he just leave already so clearly this spot isnt great, but i cant go anywhere else now cos what if my dads doing some gardening or shit id have to walk in front of the house anyway and id be all exposed so my only option is to hide even more within this space. which means moving to the back where the boulder was sticking out, meaning i had to scaled a couple metres and climb up into an even smaller space with only room to crouch with the balcony about 30 cm above my head and it was all muddy so i had to squat so i wouldnt ruin my pants and he still wouldnt leave. and im still feelin paranoid cos what if he comes in and looks up in the back and sees me or what if he walks on the balcony right above me and hears me or something and i didnt even bring anything to read and i cant use my mp3 player cos i gotta keep listening and obviously i cant smoke so i just gotta sit and be bored out of my fucking mind but also paranoid now fortunately i was only stuck there for like an hour or two, and it was a huge fucking relief to hear that garage door cos i had started to think he might be staying all day, which obviously leaves me in a shit position for even longer but i would have to pretend to come home later, without being seen coming from the side of the house which would be a matter of dumb luck. but shitty enough being stuck all cramping up in confined muddy spaces for hours oh wow that was longer than expected and i bet you expected me to get caught in some ridiculous circumstances well too bad for you i never got caught i was like solid snake with this shit

I guess it was mostly because I was still obsessed with that one girl. Gargoyle drawings Different girl, Fav. This is high school I'm talking about here. Well, shucks I gave it my best

Well, you needed something to hold onto

I once had to scale the side of my house and patiently work a window open because I was locked out once. I'm not sure where all that upper body strength went.

also later on the school gave everyone a list of days they had been absent or late (i was very frequently late) throughout the term/year and hadnt got a note from their parents for it and they were on strips of paper cut just above and below the list of dates, meaning that if someone was absent once in they might get a strip just a few millimetres high, and then have to get a note from their parents explaining it later i think most people had maybe a couple cm, people who were late every now and then maybe 5 or 6 or something. and these were handed out in front of everyone so we could see how often other guys were late or away just by the size of the paper they got. and then they get to mine which is like twice the size of anyone elses, pretty much a full a4 page of course i found out about this later cos i was away that day

one time i discussed the finer points of black cock with a forumer

on saturday my friends and i were trying to go to one of the local canyons to start a bonfire, but it was all closed up. we were spread out in 3 cars. so we tried to get the other dudes to tell us where we were going next, but they wouldn't, so we just kind of left and sat in a nearby high school parking lot. this car full of girls pulls up next to us, one of them takes a look at us, and then they just point and laugh at us and drive off. like a something out of a high school movie.

wait, what

I don't know, I used to steal a lot. Daily, even. Everything, including money. We made jokes about me being cleptomanic. They didn't know about the stuff that belonged to them, of course. I only told them about things from to the school and the kid everyone hated. That fucking ass kid. Once I even stole a GBA SP or whatever it's called. I hid it beneath some rocks outside of the school, but when I went to get it, some shithead already found it and took it with him.

wait, what yeah i dont even remember who it was

okay this isnt mine but happened to someone at my school some details excape me so when this guy was younger, early teens i suppose, somehow the topic of masturbation came up with his older brother who i guess tells him how to do it and that it feels really good and everyone does it so later on when the guy gets some private time hes sitting in his room and starts to get to work. now this is the first time he had done it, perhaps even heard of it, and as expected he is enjoying it. then i guess he starts to get a bit too relaxed because next thing he knows he starts pissing with the firehose-like pressure and verticalness that only an erection can give but this being his first time, he figures maybe this is normal, as he starts pissing all over his room. shortly afterwards he finishes everything up and feels satisfied later he talks to his brother again all 'yea it was pretty good but are you supposed to piss all over the place?' brother all

okay this isnt mine but happened to someone at my school some details excape me so when this guy was younger, early teens i suppose, somehow the topic of masturbation came up with his older brother who i guess tells him how to do it and that it feels really good and everyone does it so later on when the guy gets some private time hes sitting in his room and starts to get to work. now this is the first time he had done it, perhaps even heard of it, and as expected he is enjoying it. then i guess he starts to get a bit too relaxed because next thing he knows he starts pissing with the firehose-like pressure and verticalness that only an erection can give but this being his first time, he figures maybe this is normal, as he starts pissing all over his room. shortly afterwards he finishes everything up and feels satisfied later he talks to his brother again all 'yea it was pretty good but are you supposed to piss all over the place?' brother all Wait, you mean you don'-- Oh shit.

Okay, so, I broke my arm playing hockey in front of my house by myself when I was in eighth grade. Which wasn't embarrassing, really, because the only person who saw me was a car I had to roll out of the way of. But I went through basically the first half of that year with a cast on my arm, which kind of sucked a little, but whatever. I survived that just fine. It was the last day of school before Spring Break when probably the most embarrassing moment I've ever had happened. I'd had my cast off for about six months at this point, and had already survived a bunch of really hard falls in gym class or just in general since then. Now, to understand the magnitude of what happened next, you need to understand how my middle school did lunch breaks. The seventh and eighth grade classes are split into two "teams" that determine which teachers you get for your core subjects, and what time you go to lunch. And once you finish eating lunch, they send you and the rest of your class outside for fifteen minutes to give the teachers a bit of a longer break, and to clean out the lunchroom for the next class. But, it was raining that day, so the other half of the eighth grade class, which ate lunch the period before mine, was sitting in the hallway between the gym and the lunchroom. Here's a diagram! The red is the path we're supposed to take to get to the lunchroom. Since our classroom was really close to the cafeteria, some of the people in the class (me being one of these idiots) pretty much raced as fast as you could while still "walking" to get to the cafeteria first so nobody else would get the greasy ass food before you could. My neighbor, who at the time was like six foot five (as an eighth grader) kind of elbowed me right as we got to the rest of the eighth grade class, which wouldn't normally be a problem, but see that blue line there? On the diagram? That's where I went. And there was someone sitting there. So my leg caught her back and I went flying. So, fine, I went to push myself up and kick my friend in the balls or something. But then I looked down. And my arm had an extra joint in it. It didn't break the skin, but apparently, and my memories of this are a little hazy but someone told me later that I definitely said, "Oh, no." And to make matters worse, I looked up to see the entire eighth grade class staring at me. So yeah, for the remainder of eighth grade and well into high school, I was known as "broken arm kid" (nobody ever really could claim that eighth graders are witty). Later that year, my lab partner in science, a girl I'd had a crush on since like, fifth grade, broke her arm falling out of a tree, which led to me writing all our lab reports because my arm was less broken. Also, I failed to turn that mutual broken arm-ness into anything worthwhile, so the only thing I got out of the experience was getting out of drafting. And somewhere in between (or maybe after?) those broken arms I got dropkicked in the testes in front of maybe thirty to forty people and heard a teacher refer to my balls as "the lower extremities." Eighth grade was awesome.

Wait, I thought you'll pee a little [or a lot] until you develop the ability to cum? It happened to me some times, some times I could just tell I was done, I forgot. I remember when I gained that ability though. I was so excited.

Wait, I thought you'll pee a little [or a lot] until you develop the ability to cum? It happened to me some times, some times I could just tell I was done, I forgot. I remember when I gained that ability though. I was so excited. Uh, no, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to pee at all when you're supposed to have an orgasm, no matter how young you are.

Maybe I didn't. I don't really remember what happened back then.

Wait, I thought you'll pee a little [or a lot] until you develop the ability to cum? It happened to me some times, some times I could just tell I was done, I forgot. I remember when I gained that ability though. I was so excited. what the hell are you even trying to say here Also: I don't have much problem urinating while boingy.