Hello. Welcome to the story, I do address you dear reader, thanks for clicking and all that. Just wanted to say that if you want a quick masturbation session then don't read this, it's hopefully going to be a bit more detailed and in multiple sections. There will be slightly more than a two dimensional character, all I can promise is that sex will eventually cum. Also this story may or may not contain stalkery ideas and values. Don't operate that way in real life. Even if the story doesn't contain rape I just thought I ought to tell you that if you were considering rape it's a bad idea and not to do it. By the way, this is an entire work of fiction, but I work from pictures and you can have some of those if you'd like.
26th of August. Results Day across England and Wales. Everywhere teenagers awoke at the early and unusual time of 9.00 am to be dragged to school and screamed at by disappointed and frustrated parents.
One such individual was that of Tim. He'd had a relaxing summer filled with parties and sleeping till noon. No-one had bothered him all summer and his parents had left him to fester in his room. He had done little but rot away on the internet. However all the time he had put off worrying about exam results was coming to swiftly bite him in the backside. Today of all days was results day, the feared doom that awaited him was not something Tim was eagerly looking forward to. He got up, looked in the mirror at his bed-head and sighed. Often Tim's dark brown hair was manageable, but today like everything in the universe, it had decided that it was not going to be pleasant for Tim. grimacing into the sunlight Tim clutched and fumbled around for his spectacles in order to better see the wreckage he had devolved into.
'
Not bad,
' he thought, eyeing himself up in the mirror and hoping that people would still find him attractive by ignoring his flaws. '
Good face,
' he murmured. He was right, on the whole "Clean and Clear" had delivered him blemish free skin. The spots he had been riddled with at the beginning of the year were now slowly fading. His lips were thick and pouty, had no obvious marks although he bit them near constantly. Not in a sexy way, but in a much more awkward manner. As for his eyes they were still good, dark, brown and sexy. Covered by long voluptuous eyelashes that gave him a slightly feminine look. His nose was the disappointment of the face. Tim hated it, despised its enormity as it protruded from his face. Almost as if to point out his ugliness to passing onlookers. His teeth were good though, clean and all still original. As for his hair, he'd shower and bring that back to into heel.
'
Body needs work
' he thought absentmindedly as he looked at his scrawny body. HIs arms were near bone with great gawking shoulders that had yet to be filled in. Despite his near scarecrow figure however he still seemed to have a small middrift which he despised as he could not even say he was thin. Simply skinny. His legs were not awful, not thick but hardly something to write home about. His feet were normal, hardly huge but in proportion to his body.
Then his thoughts turned toward his cock, '
definitely nothing I can do about that,'
he pondered whilst staring at his penis, vaguely willing it to grow a few inches before his very eyes in the hope it might look average. His dowdy hair covered the top of his penis and went round covering his soft balls, small and delicate like eggs. HIs penis was four inches long and two inches in girth. He was circumcised although he wasn't Jewish, his parents clearly just disliked him.
"TIM!" his mother called, "We have to go! I really want to see your results before we head off to work!"
Tim was immediately snapped back from morosely looking at his body to the despair and fear of his results. He'd taken the exams early May and couldn't remember what he'd put in them, much less if they were right. He threw on the closest things in his wardrobe and stumbled downstairs.
"Ah, sleeping beauty's down at last!" his mother cried, beaming at her son. "Would you like some breakfast? Growing boy like you needs to eat!"
Tim glanced at the cereal and burnt toast that looked nibbled at. He decided to skip breakfast if only because he never normally ate in the mornings anyway.
"No thanks mum, I'm not hungry today thanks."
"Oh go on, just a slice of toast, you'll need it, especially if you want to get some girls!" his mother finished the sentiment with a wink. Sealing not only Tim's hunger but also his embarrassment.
"No, really it's fine."
"Alright, but we're not getting McDonalds. I suppose you're a bit nervous anyway."
"Yeah, I suppose.
Tim almost ran to the car slipping on his shoes in the process and waited with baited breath for his mum to begin the drive that would decide his life.
*
At school Tim sat, petrified in the car, refusing to get out of his seat in hopes that they could go home and not have to know his results.
"Go on then!" His mother smiled encouragingly at him, oblivious to her son's panic and fear.
Tim, facing the inevitable decided that it would be like ripping off a plaster, the quicker it was done, the quicker he'd be free. Hopefully it was the right time to come off. Screwing his courage up, Tim opened the car door and faced the cold summer wind with a new found sense of despair. He dragged himself over to the crowd clearly waiting for the results, the huddled mass clinging together in hopes that numbers would save them from the cruelty of the examining body. That the universities might accept their low grades if only there were enough of them. Amongst this seething mass of people Tim spied his friends and walked slightly quicker in their direction.
They smiled on his approach. Misery loves company. After catching up on how they'd been after George's house party they discussed the reason why they were here.
"Well, I don't mind not getting my first choice" said Davies, who always got straight A's, although no-one ever saw him work, be it in class, home, or the school free periods.
"I do" said Derek, a slightly stupid boy, but a hard worker, he could only apply to low grade schools, but his attitude to work was the best anyone in our school had. However, as teachers were quick to point out, that doesn't mean you'll get good grades.
