“Jaxon, please explain the difference between metonymy and synecdoche.”
I blinked my eyes a few times, trying to make it seem as if I hadn’t just fallen asleep in English class for the eighth time that week.
“Um... they’re spelled differently?”
“Would you like to enlist the help of a classmate?”
I looked around the room hopefully, but not a single person would make eye contact with me. “No, Mr. Lambert,” I said, disappointed. “I guess not.”
“Maybe if you were listening instead of napping you would know the answer. I will see you after school.”
“But, sir, tonight’s Homecoming.” I had been looking forward to the game and the dance for months.
“I’m afraid that’s not my problem. This behavior can not and will not continue.”
And just like that Mr. Lambert went back to the marker board and began rambling about euphemisms and onomatopoeias.
I didn’t process a single word. How could this happen? I’d always liked Mr. Lambert. In fact, I kind of had a crush on him. But this just seemed so unfair.
The rest of the day seemed to last three years. I couldn’t concentrate on any classes and I barely even had an appetite to eat the pizza boats at lunch (which are my favorite meal). Every clock I looked at seemed to move in slow motion, but eventually the final bell rung.
I dragged my feet down the hallway and into Mr. Lambert’s office. The far wall was lined with windows that normally let a lot of light in, but now there were curtains pulled over them.
Then I realized that Mr. Lambert wasn’t even in the room. I thought maybe this was my chance to run away but I figured he was probably just in the bathroom and would catch me on the way out.
I began to walk over to my desk when something caught my eye. On Mr. Lambert’s large mahogany desk there was a note and next to it was a bottle of what looked like lotion.
I picked up the note gingerly. It read:
Jaxon,
I give you my deepest apologies for causing you
to miss tonight’s game. However, you will
hopefully be finished in time for the dance.
Please do the following for me:
1. Lather this lotion thoroughly on your
genitalia.
2. Enjoy! ;-)
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. What was this stuff? Would it hurt? What the heck was going on?
I was certain of one thing: I had to make it to that dance. If this was the only way then...
I quickly the shut the door and locked it so I would have privacy. Then I pumped some lotion into my right hand and pulled my pants down with my left.
I coated every inch of my dick and balls with the lotion. It felt surprisingly good. All of a sudden I felt the urge to masturbate. I used the lotion as lubricant and became hard quickly.
The lotion felt incredible on my skin and within seconds I deposited loads of cum on Mr. Lambert’s desk.
“Oh no,” I thought, suddenly horrified at what I’d done.
I started to pull my pants back up, but then the changes began.