Friction
By Invid Fan
(c)2013

	Jason now knew what hell would be like.

	It would not be pain. Pain was ordinary. Transient. Pain could be overcome. No. It was pleasure, pleasure unwanted, that tortured.

	Case in point: his current situation.

	Jason had a boner. At fourteen, this was not unusual. It happened all the time. Was, in fact, the most constant thing in the boy's universe. For over a year his dick had been popping up, sometimes for reasons he could discern, such as Debbie bending over in gym class, but just as often random fluctuations in subatomic particles could just as easily be to blame. The damned thing would just harden in his pants, doing nothing more than causing discomfort and, depending on the situation, embarrassment.

	Today, things had gone a step further.

	He blamed his underwear. Ordinary white Fruit of the Loom briefs, the same kind his mother had been filling his drawers with since he left diapers. It did the job it was created to do: his pants were kept clean, on the off chance a fart was in fact more than that, and his mighty puberty driven erections were kept contained where they could do no harm. That system had failed, with regard to the second part.  Somehow, the hardening dick had slipped out of the front fly. His cock had escaped, and he was powerless to put the genie back.

	The whole world could see it. Jason was certain of that. He was walking with his family, Mom, Dad, sister Tori, through a crowded public space. Through, in fact, a tourist spot, with people from all over the world walking by.

	Looking.

	Staring.

	He knew they were. Jason wasn't looking at anyone, true. He didn't know for certain that he was the object of laughter and ridicule. But, how could he not be? How could everyone NOT see what was happening? After all, it was the focus of every fiber of his being!

	The rubbing. That was the worst. The reason he was staying hard. The tip of his dick was rubbing against the fabric of his shorts, every step he took moving it up and down, side to side. Every movement sending a jolt of sexual pleasure through his teen body. It had been going on for five minutes. Every since they walked past the last building with a rest room. Jason should have asked to turn back. Said he suddenly had to go, and run back into the men's room to re-arrange himself. But, no. In his embarrassment, he hadn't dared draw their attention.

	So he suffered.

	It was the fact it felt so incredible that was the worst. He'd never felt this good while he played with it. Even when he shot off, he didn't think it was this good...

	Oh, god. What if he shot off right against his shorts. How would he explain that to his parents? And to do it in front of his sister! He'd never live it down. The entire school would know!

	"Tori!"

	His sister's name was shouted by someone to their right. Jason looked over, despair falling over him.

	Debbie.

	Debbie. The most amazing girl in his class. Smart. Beautiful. Graceful. Long brown hair falling to the middle of her back. She stood next to a younger sister who was waving frantically to them, two adults who were probably their parents beside them.

	His dick twitched, even as his face got redder.

	They came over. God, they were coming over. What could he do? Debbie was looking at him. Was she smiling? Debbie was smiling at him? God, why now!

	Jason mumbled a greeting to Debbie, as the two sets of parents shook hands and the two younger siblings went off on some verbal adventure at the speed of sound. Her expression was confused, a bit hurt. Great. She hated him. A chance to talk to the girl of his dreams, ruined. Ruined because of...

	Debbie looked down.

	His heart stopped.

	Debbie.

	Saw.

	His.

	Dick.

	Her eyes widened. Her face reddened. His world was over. Debbie... she...

	What she did NOT do was laugh. Scream. Point.

	Debbie, instead, looked back up at him. Her expression... one of wonder. Her gaze slid to the others. Jason sent part of his attention to them as well, although not much. Debbie was wearing a tight shirt, after all, molded to her wonderful breasts. He heard something about the two families being in the same hotel. Something about dinner.

	Abruptly, or so it seemed to him, the parents and sisters were saying their goodbyes. Debbie looked at him, one final time, her mouth moving silently.

	"Show me later."

	Jason now knew heaven.

****

	Thirty seconds later, Tori noticed his problem.

	Hell reasserted itself.

****

Edited by SciFi Nut

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