18 Weeks of Twoey - 45. Week Seven Wednesday, October 15, 2014: Phantasmagasm

Our heart and mind will always trump our will.

“You’ve done it with her, haven’t you.”

“What?”

“That’s why you’re kissing her in class, isn’t it? You’re marking your territory.”

“Gary, you’re watching too many chick flicks.”

“You can tell me. I’m your best friend.”

“I know. OK, here it is ...I’m telling you: I haven’t even come close to doing it with Kathy.”

“Really?”

“Really. Best friend to best friend.”

“Well, best friend to best friend, you suck at boyfriendism.”

“Gary, that’s not even a word.”

“David, you’re not even a boyfriend. Now get with the program!”

My best friend is such a joker.

This morning’s breakfast found Tommy’s mother not speaking to me for a change. That’s OK. I guess I owe her, after my two weeks of silence. Anyway, at least I got to finish my breakfast. Tommy’s foot rubbing against my shin was his way of calming me down, but I’m calm ...NOT.

I did attend first period English today. I was, in fact, still feeling all alone and frustrated, but I didn't want to miss another class. Yesterday's cut class might still catch up with me.

My frustrations stayed with me until third period. I saw Kathy waiting outside the math room door. I guess she didn't need Mr. Elcher watching us. We went at it again, much to the amusement of the kids entering class, not that I actually saw anybody going into class, but I heard their murmurs. I was definitely getting a Kathy-boner. Probably the fact her hand was rubbing me while we kissed had a lot to do with it. I had to enter with my backpack in front of me. Terri winked at me as I sat down. She whispered, “You and Kathy seem to be getting on a lot better lately. If you keep dressing like that I'm gonna want seconds.”

OMFG!

After my shower this morning I had found an old band shirt and an even older pair of skinny jeans, both of which fit me like a second skin. In fact, I almost got a cramp in the ten minutes it took to wriggle and squeeze into them. I decided I might as well wear these old things while I was still down 20 pounds. But my boner was a problem. In fact, I think my dick was pretty much outlined even when it wasn't chubbed up ...hehe. At least Kathy didn't have any trouble finding it!

At lunch Matty said, “Holy Shit David, how do you get clothes fitting you like that?” And then he ran his hand up my leg almost to my crotch! I was ready to break his fingers. No one saw it though because, as usual, he was sitting next to me, almost pasted to my side. Well, I think Sam may have noticed, he’s next to me on my right side. The moment did not pass without me starting to chub up again. Matty probably noticed too. I know I turned red. Poor Matty, he’s gonna be running for the exits pretty soon!

When the last two periods of the day arrived, it felt freeing to finally wear shorts! In the weight room Biggy and I talked a lot while we went through our routines. I realized this would have been pretty boring all alone. I’m sure glad Biggy is here every day. The poor guy must have been bored to death all by himself. No wonder he was so happy to learn I was here long term. Biggy was even happier to share a bit of news.

“David, I took your advice. There’s this cute girl in second period English, Wendy Dalton. Do you know her?”

“Tall, dirty blond, glasses?”

“That’s her.”

“She is cute Biggy. So what happened?”

“Well, this morning I asked her about a small poem we were supposed to study. She gave me some ideas to consider when I write my homework tonight. But the best part is, she smiled at me and sorta blushed. But don’t worry, I’m not gonna blow this. You were right. I’m gonna take it real slow, but I think she maybe kinda might possibly sorta like me.”

Biggy’s too funny when he’s all discombobulated. And he is! I’m gonna enjoy watching this budding romance.

I can’t possibly get these pants back on, so I’ll stick to gym shorts the rest of the day, till I get home.

In PhysEd, the gym was filled with equipment. All we did was jump on the trampoline though, I guess to get used to jumping or something. I mean, the trampoline isn't in gymnastics is it?

I don’t know if it’s his smaller size, his athletic ability, or if he has lots of experience, but Matty is amazing on the tramp. He even got a warning from Mr. Cyrnn for doing a double flip! I guess you gotta have spotters or something when you do tricks. It didn’t look like he was having any trouble pulling it off though.

I think I’m re-evaluating Matty. He’s a pretty amazing guy!

Coach Basuba was not happy about my doctor's appointment Thursday. I told him there was no other time. He was happy I had started doing a double run (I mean, there's only two weeks left, why not?) ...but he pushed me extra hard today anyway. Then he pushed me harder! I was dragging when Gary and I walked home. All I could think about was a long hot shower. That is, until I hit the doorway to my room.

There it was again.

As I entered my room I smelled that strange whiff of a scent and the room didn’t feel exactly right, although everything was where it belonged. I recorded it on my calendar. I noticed the last time was a Wednesday too.

Again I skipped supper at home and did homework, a little meditation and, yes, my evening run. It's a little more lonely than my morning run, but I'm not gonna ruin Gary's nights too!

God, I took my third shower today! I’ll start to shrivel pretty soon. But one part of me didn’t shrivel. Under the warm water, I jacked off again. Hey! I’m fifteen! Anyway, this involved a weird fantasy. I usually don’t have any fantasies when I jack-off. Tonight’s was a little off the rails though.

Tonight I jacked-off thinking of Kathy, for the first time! It started with Kathy. Now, mind you, I’ve never seen Kathy naked or even in a swimsuit, for that matter. My mind somehow provided all the important details of her body. Hehe ...I wonder when I’ll be able to verify those details?

Well, enough of that! Back to this weirdness. So, as I said, it started off with a very naked Kathy. It was having an effect on my libido too. I closed my eyes and was having a lot of fun, more than usual. Suddenly the image of a naked Kathy morphed into an image of a naked Lanni! This image actually affected me more! I thought I would be riding Lanni to my inevitable conclusion, if you’ll pardon the expression. None of this was weird though.

The weirdness began when Lanni morphed into Twoey. This had an even stronger effect. I was completely lost in the fantasy and began to blow, big time. But this was not the worst of the weirdness! As my jizz splatted on the wall, loud enough for me to hear over the noise of the shower, Twoey morphed into Matty! Matty!!! Where the fuck did that come from???

How can I even look at the kid tomorrow, with such a vision in my mind? I’m gonna be embarrassed around Matty for like the next 30 years or something! Jesus, I must really be cracking up. After I dried off, I had to meditate to simply try and clear my poor brain. Finally, I left heading for the only place I knew where I could get a free meal.

Today at Ginny’s I made rice. It's not difficult either. Adding frozen peas in the last three minutes was a nice touch and they were good and firm, the way I like them. We ate it with chicken breasts Ginny fried up, while I watched. Oh, and rye bread ...Yum!

While we were eating, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I exploded. “I am so looking forward to meeting Dr. Keating tomorrow!”

Ginny lightly chuckled. Then she got serious and gave me some good advice.

“Don’t forget, he’ll never reveal what you say to anyone. In time, you're going to tell him everything, so don't hold back at first, even though you'll want to. All it will accomplish is to waste a few weeks of your time.”

I'll try to take that advice to heart. Just think, only a few weeks ago Ginny was supposed to be my psychologist!

On the phone tonight Kathy asked if I could find a few minutes to visit with her after supper tomorrow. I think my Kathy is getting horny. I told her I would love to but there aren't enough minutes in the day for me with a doctor's appointment and the new second run!

She was sad and ...I was a little sad too. I wonder what she had in mind?

Oh, and she never asked me why I had a doctor’s appointment. Well, at least I didn’t have to lie to her.

Twoey

Today the doctor told me my neck was healing nicely and, while he was telling me, I had the flash of a weird vision of looking down the muzzle of a huge pistol of some kind. Then as fast as it appeared, it was gone. I didn't mention it because it certainly didn't have anything to do with him. I was debating whether to tell Mom, when she walked into the room. But I decided against it.

Instead, I wrote: “Dr says healing well”

She helped me up and I walked a bit up and down the hall. When I came back, I had my lunch and by then I had had enough! She'd been here for four thousand hours, and not ONE word about David!

So I wrote: “David?”

She described what he cooked last night and he's eating well and all this other stuff that doesn't mean shit!

I frowned and wrote: “tell me about David!!!!!” I think she understood I wasn't going to take this crap from her anymore.

“He’s going to see the psychiatrist tomorrow.”

Tomorrow??

FUCK, that was fast! He must be worse off than I imagined. Great, more worries!

I wrote: “his mother?”

“Actually, David convinced his father to make the appointment.”

OMG he must really be in bad shape. I need to see my Angel!

I wrote: “when will I see him?”

“I'll maybe bring him along Sunday if he can afford to give up the whole day.”

Maybe bring him along?

I'm not going to sleep well tonight.

I just know it.