The aching in Ryan's groin was getting worse. It had built for days, until one morning he woke with an anguished groan and an enormous erection. Ryan panicked at the site of the peak in his blankets, and then quickly whipped them off. This wasn't the type of change that the talks he'd had with his father and P.E. teacher had prepared him for. He really thought he'd be done with this type of thing by the time he was in college. His member throbbed and the ache in his body returned even stronger than before.
Ryan started to rush to the bathroom, wrenching his bedroom door open, and then slammed the door closed when he saw his sister walking by in the hallway, just back from her morning run. He closed his eyes, tried not to think about the shorts she'd been wearing, and then wrapped a towel around his waist as tightly as he could given the situation still developing between his legs.
He walked down the hall backwards to avoid anyone seeing anything from an open bedroom door, and then scurried into the bathroom to run a long, hot shower. He took the time to relieve himself, and the pent up ache seemed to dissipate along with his erection. At the table in the kitchen below, Ryan's mother and father sat eating their breakfast together.
"The boy seems to be taking longer and longer showers these days," said his father, looking up toward the ceiling.
Ryan's mother laughed and punched her husband playfully on the shoulder. "Chip off the old block I'd say."
When Ryan finally emerged for breakfast, his problem seemed to have disappeared. He slumped into a chair at the dining room table and grabbed a box of cereal and the jug of milk. He downed a full glass of orange juice and ate a banana along with his cereal.
"Hungry this morning, aren't we?" said his father with a raised eyebrow. His mother chuckled. Ryan looked between them, unsure of what to say. "Don't worry about it, kiddo," said his father, rising from his seat, "I'm sure you need it."
"I wish you wouldn't call me kiddo anymore, Dad. I'm nearly 21."
"You'll always be a kiddo to us," said Ryan's mother, "No matter how old you are.
Ryan sighed and finished his breakfast, rushing to get out the door for his 8 a.m. class. As he tied his shoes in the entryway, Kate sauntered by, combing her wet hair.
"Jeez, Ry, didja have to use ALL the hot water?"
"Sorry, Kate. I guess I lost track of time."
"Yeah," said Kate, looking her brother up and down, "I bet you did."
Ryan sighed again, finished tying his shoes, and walked out the door.
The ache stayed away most of the day, until the sun rolled over into the afternoon and the heat began to build in the outdated room where Ryan had his compulsory English course. At first, he'd been happy to feel the heat when he saw that it was making the girl in front of him adjust her shirt a little too carelessly, but then the ache hit him hard. He let out an involuntary groan and the lecturer at the front of the class paused.
"Mr. Rundel, do you need to be excused?"
Ryan looked down the hall at Ms. Crane. She held her reference book low at her waist, next to the tight skirt hugging her hips. The dark skin on her bare legs glowed in the afternoon light. The ache struck again and Ryan groaned.
"Yes, sorry," said Ryan, "I think I better go see a doctor." He quickly scooped up his notes and his textbook and threw them into his backpack as he ran out of the room, drawing the attention of several people in the rows around him as he struggled to cover his crotch while he ran.
