[Fiction] The Exam

[The Evil Porlo]

Part 1: Should I continue or not???

David stood under the shower letting the hot water run down his smooth tight
body. Man, it felt good. He raised his arms and the spray hit his almost
hairless pits, then down his over his broad pectorals, around his lean waist and
straight onto his long uncut penis. He was definitely hung like a 21-year-old,
not like the high school kid that he was. The water poured down the shaft and
off the covered head, creating another spray. He soaped up his upper body,
rubbing his chest and abs, letting the soap roll over his tan skin. He lowered
his hands down to his long cock, washing his fat tool. He was so proud of his
big tool, and it was the envy of every dude in the locker room. David would
watch their eyes as he walked bareassed through the dank musty weight room
toward the showers. He would flip his towel over his broad shoulders and parade
past his teammates and the coaches. He could feel the big meat flopping from
thigh to thigh; the head actually making a sound as it "THWAPPED" his muscular
legs. The guys who weren't as well equipped would stare, some actually slack
jawed, at the floppy dong. He liked showing it off to the guys and to the
coaches who weren't as hung as he was. Everyone said that he should be an actor,
but he scoffed at that notion. Waaaaay to faggy for a guy like him, he believed.

But today at home, in his private bathroom shower there was no one to watch him.
Before he knew it, his cock was standing straight up and the foreskin had pulled
back revealing a big purple head. He rubbed his soapy hands around the tip and
moaned accidentally aloud. His thoughts were all about his girlfriend Cindy, how
she looked at him when he stripped for her and flexed his taut tan body for her.
She liked to look at him naked and she liked to keep him that way for hours,
making him do sit-ups and pushups until he was soaking wet, and exhausted. She
got off on making him work like a horse for her. She wouldn't, however, let him
fuck her. He would kneel in front of her, naked and humiliated, begging to stick
his oversized young tool into her. Sweating and raw from exercising, he would
plead, almost to the point of tears, for her to just touch it. She would just
point and laugh at his donkey dong standing straight out. Then maybe just maybe,
she might let him masturbate onto a small rag she put on the floor for him. When
he would be allowed to cum, the spooge shot out of his dick in huge white gobs
and she would giggle and tell him to get dressed. She liked watching the sweaty
animal beat his tool. Poor David had no idea that Cindy had a video camera
stashed above her bookcase and filmed him for hours. She was saving the film for
just the right time, for the ultimate pay back. Several months earlier David had
drunkenly attacked her cousin at a party, only to get of scott free with the
help of some expense lawyers. It had taken almost a year, but she gained David's
trust and made herself indispensable and irresistible. Now he was following HER
orders. Although, she hated having the dumb-shit jock touch her, it would be
worth every repulsive moment. If he only knew...

But for now, he just stroked his cock, soaped up and ready to shoot. Man, it
felt good to pump his long tube. His eyes were shut under the hot shower and he
was oblivious to the bathroom door opening quietly.

"David...get out of there! We have to be at the doctor's in 20 minutes!" It was
his dad, standing outside the shower curtain. David turned in the shower to face
the wall in case his dad opened the curtain, "I'll be right out," he answered
back.

"OUT NOW!" his old man yelled. The older man had not patience for the boy
anymore. His attitude was abhorrent and now his grades were dropping, also and
after the episode with the girl that had screamed "rape", David was getting
close to a permanent grounding. He could see his father's silhouette through the
plastic curtain, was he actually tapping his foot?

"Gimme a minute to rinse off. Please?" he shot back. David looked down at his
oversized cock still standing straight up. He couldn't cum now, there wasn't
enough time. He only needed a few more seconds. Man, he never had any privacy;
he couldn't even have 10 minutes to beat...

The curtain ripped back and open. David's hands shot to cover his bone, and as
his palms rubbed the head, the milk flew out of the top spraying the wall and
hips bucked back and forth. What was he doing? Cumming in front of his old man?
He couldn't control it; the spooge just kept shooting out. Shit, he could even
hear it hitting the shower wall! The last drops ran down his shaft and his dad's
workpants. Then he looked up at his dad, like a beaten puppy.

"What the fuck is that?" his dad yelled. "Can't you keep your hands off it?" he
demanded. His dad grabbed him by the biceps and yanked him out of the shower.
"Just because you got that big tool, you think you are a man?" he asked.

"No Sir," he answered humbly. His Father could only think of how Dr. Blume would
fix alot of these problems.

"Get to your room and get dressed. We are going to be late for your physical.
Now march!" Almost completely naked and wet, David walked down the hall toward
his bedroom. His hardon was still fat and floppy, bouncing from thigh-to-thigh
and making that audible "WHACK" he always heard in the locker rooms. Beads of
semen still fell off the tip. He had never been so fucking humiliated. The face
towel his Dad had handed him didn't even cover his bag or his cockhead. He
walked past his little sister's room and could hear her and the other 9-year-old
girls giggling at him.

When he got to the room, he was stunned as she stood next to his dresser mating
socks. "MOM, what are you doing in here?" he shouted. Her eyes immediately went
to his crotch, "your penis is nothing I haven't seen plenty of times," she
replied, "are you sure that you are still washing it like i taught you to?" This
was all too much for the boy. Not only was staring at him, talking about his
manhood AND she had laid out his clothes on the bed. The clothes that she chose
for him; a ripped t-shirt that barely covered his navel, old baggy jeans that
sagged so low his little blonde bush sometimes showed, and a pair of ripped
briefs. He reached for a better shirt on the bureau and she jumped in, "No, I
don't like that one as much as this tee..." she acted so sweet and concerned,
"so just put it on and don't question me." He felt 9 years old.

She put away the other shirt and watched as her teen son gave up yet another of
his options and pulled the old shirt over his head, the movement causing his
towel to fall off and onto the floor. Reaching for it, she picked it up and
folded it, leaving him with a shirt that barely covered his abs and his long
uncut hose flopping around. With her intense staring, he dressed quickly;
pulling his briefs up and trying to stuff his oversized teen dick into the
tightey-whiteys. He desperately needed new shorts, as his long foreskin was
hanging through one of the holes. He pulled up his jeans, put on his ball cap,
and walked downstairs, where his dad was waiting.

The old man looked pissed and he obviously wanted to continue their "little
discussion" in the car. "What are we gonna do with you, boy?" his old man asked.
"You can't be pleasuring yourself all the time." His dad stared at him straight
on. David's face was beet red, he had never been caught before and since he only
masturbated when he absolutely had to, this was the worst. He went to bed with a
hardon and woke up with a hardon, rarely touching it. He was proud that his sack
was so full and swollen, he liked looking at his huge baby-makers hanging down,
filled with spooge.

"No sir, it won't happen again," he promised. "You're damn right it won't happen
again," his dad shot back. "To make sure it doesn't, you'll be taking showers
with your Mom or I monitoring you. If we aren't available, then your sister or
your brother will be watching. One of us will also be with you every moment that
you are in the house. Also, until further notice, you will be sleeping on a cot
in his room for a few weeks."

"YOU'RE KIDDING!" David yelled. This was unreal, this couldn't be happening! "NO
I AM NOT, boy" his dad hollered back, "you want me to tell your poor mother what
I saw today? It would kill her. She knows you got that big dick, but she doesn't
need to know that you beat it, 24-7."

"But...Dad I...no sir," David said just giving in; staring at the floor,
suddenly embarrassed just for having a big cock. "Good, then it's settled, now
get in the fucking car," his Dad answered. "Maybe we'll have to ask your doctor
what he thinks about you playing with yourself like a dumb animal. Huh, boy, are
you a monkey? Are you???" David could only stare straight ahead.