When I was about 13, all the other guys advised me that I needed a rubber. Evidently according to them, now that I was older, girls would soon be begging me to have sex with them and I needed to be prepared!
Knowing nothing about rubbers or horny older girls I was advised to go to the local drugstore and discretely purchase from a male pharmacist. Evidently women weren’t supposed to know about ‘man’ things like this.
So, wanting to be prepared for the coming onslaught of suitors I did as suggested and went to my local drugstore and asked the pharmacist, a man around 60, for rubbers.
“Really… are you sure your old enough?” the nice man asked.
“Sure I am,” I told him.
Actually I didn’t have a clue about the minimum age for buying rubbers, which I had never even seen before. He went off to the back and after a long while returned with a handful of little rubber circular cylinders and put a bunch in my hand. They looked like tiny tan colored balloons and appeared entirely too small to possibly fit as the boys at school had described. The Pharmacist was grinning widely and when I asked him about payment he said to merely give them to the cashier and she would ring them up.
I knew the cashier was a women, but I guessed that it would be ok as she probably didn’t know what they were used for, and so I tossed them on the counter and indeed she rung them up and placed them into a paper bag without comment.
When I got home I locked my bedroom door, poured the bags contents onto my bed then grabbed one of the rubbers and tried mightily to stretch one over my manhood. I was entirely too big! Not one would begin to stretch wide enough to wear. I tried for a half hour using every possible stretching technique and all my strength pulling as hard as possible but finally gave up. I assumed I was just so well endowed that a regular size just wouldn’t do. Evidently, I would require extra, extra large!
The next day I brought the rubbers to school and at lunch discreetly showed them to the other boys who knew about this subject. They laughed heartily at me and asked if the pharmacist was laughing when he gave them to me.
“Well he was smiling,” I recalled.
They finally explained that what the pharmacist had given me were little page turners that one would place over the tips of your fingers for reading books.
I was the laughing stock at school for the rest of that year!
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