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The Bulge In His Pants
Any other day would have been fine. Why did it have to be today? It was a Saturday evening and the whole world was going to be out on the streets, in buses, in trams. The gardens and the parks would be crammed and he was hopelessly stuck.
He was handsome, good looking and that itself was enough for people to look, rather stare at him shamelessly. He was quite used to girls acting fresh with him, but there also had been times when guys had tried to hit on him. Oh! God why do I have to do this? It was almost time. If he delayed it any further he would not be able to make it. He stood in front of the mirror. It was there; the bulge in his pants was so obvious. He adjusted his trousers, put his hands in the pocket and adjusted some more. No way, man. He would have to go like this.
He came out of the house and hurriedly walked to the bus stand. Luckily for him it was relatively empty. Only one girl was standing there. She gave him a look over. He immediately leaned back on to the metal column of the stand to make the bulge less conspicuous. The girl was looking at him and smiled. Shit! She must have seen it. He was embarrassed. The bus came and he boarded it in a hurry after the girl and then moved up to middle of the bus. As the bus filled out, the girl was now much closer to him, her back almost touching him. He thrust his chest forward and his pelvis backwards to avoid making contact. He was perspiring now. These days you never know. Even the women can't be taken on face value.
Finally his stop came. He crawled through the crowd and got down. There were a couple of guys standing there. Shit! He put his hand in the pocket to hide it. As he was crossing, one of the guys whistled. As he looked at them the guys started moving towards him amidst catcalls. He started running. He was too scared to notice that the guys were just having fun and not following him.
He made it to the house and banged on the door. A beautiful girl of about twenty-five opened the door. Her eyes fell down to his hands and then to his pants.
"What took you so long? And why are you panting and sweating?"
He thrust his hand into his pocket, "This is the last time I am doing this, Sis. What was so important in these papers that had to be guarded with my life?”
“These are pages from my personal journal,” she replied, “Didn’t want anyone to get their hands on it."
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Any other day would have been fine. Why did it have to be today? It was a Saturday evening and the whole world was going to be out on the streets, in buses, in trams. The gardens and the parks would be crammed and he was hopelessly stuck.
He was handsome, good looking and that itself was enough for people to look, rather stare at him shamelessly. He was quite used to girls acting fresh with him, but there also had been times when guys had tried to hit on him. Oh! God why do I have to do this? It was almost time. If he delayed it any further he would not be able to make it. He stood in front of the mirror. It was there; the bulge in his pants was so obvious. He adjusted his trousers, put his hands in the pocket and adjusted some more. No way, man. He would have to go like this.
He came out of the house and hurriedly walked to the bus stand. Luckily for him it was relatively empty. Only one girl was standing there. She gave him a look over. He immediately leaned back on to the metal column of the stand to make the bulge less conspicuous. The girl was looking at him and smiled. Shit! She must have seen it. He was embarrassed. The bus came and he boarded it in a hurry after the girl and then moved up to middle of the bus. As the bus filled out, the girl was now much closer to him, her back almost touching him. He thrust his chest forward and his pelvis backwards to avoid making contact. He was perspiring now. These days you never know. Even the women can't be taken on face value.
Finally his stop came. He crawled through the crowd and got down. There were a couple of guys standing there. Shit! He put his hand in the pocket to hide it. As he was crossing, one of the guys whistled. As he looked at them the guys started moving towards him amidst catcalls. He started running. He was too scared to notice that the guys were just having fun and not following him.
He made it to the house and banged on the door. A beautiful girl of about twenty-five opened the door. Her eyes fell down to his hands and then to his pants.
"What took you so long? And why are you panting and sweating?"
He thrust his hand into his pocket, "This is the last time I am doing this, Sis. What was so important in these papers that had to be guarded with my life?”
“These are pages from my personal journal,” she replied, “Didn’t want anyone to get their hands on it."
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