Mr. Turtle KeyHolder Ch. 02

I wiped the dirt off of it and stuffed it into my pocket as I found my way back to my car. Patti's mom had already driven away; there was no opportunity to negotiate a second chance -- it was her way or the highway, so to speak. So the dilemma is mine alone: Would I wear the plastic device this week to obtain a 2nd date with Patti? Or admit the defeat that I had failed, when all my buddies had apparently scored with Patti?
I weighed the pros and cons all the way home.
I had worn it uncomfortably this evening; I can't imagine wearing it for a week. But I'm not about to give up that easily and be the butt of my buddies' jokes.
"Hey guess who couldn't score with Patti Putout? Harold, you've gotta be the biggest loser ever. What's the matter, Harold? Couldn't she find your little pee-pee?"
No, it's not ending that easily. I can handle a little discomfort for now, in the interests of scoring with Little Miss FarmGirl on Saturday night.
Arriving home, I took the cage into the bathroom, washed it off with hot soapy water. Even used my toothbrush on it. I don't need any cornfield germs crawling up my penis!
Bam, bam, bam! My younger sister is beating down the bathroom door.
"Harold, c'mon, you've been in there for Kartal Escort a half an hour. I need to get in there!"
"Hold on, Sis. I'll be out in a minute!"
I rushed to push my balls through the ring. Owww. And slip my penis under and cap it off with the tube. And now the moment of truth..."
"Hurry up, Harold! I've gotta pee! Stop playing with your ding-dong and let me in!"
"I'm not!"
"Let me in and see, then! Or are you in there and thinking about Patti? I'll bet that's exactly what you're doing. Patti, Patti, Patti!"
No time to ponder any longer -- I crunched the lock shut. And exited the bathroom, pushing past my sister who was playfully grabbing at my privates.
"Patti, Patti, Patti!"
***
Sunday was the longest day ever. Between my sister teasing me with her childish sing-songy reminders about Patti... and my painfully trapped hard-off (not on!)... I couldn't get any relief all day.
"You know, Harold, the girls at school say Patti is quite the vixen. She swears she has never put out on a first date, so I'm not surprised you seem to be crazy horny today; but word is, she makes up for it on a second date -- if you get a second date, that is. I heard her parents Kartal Escort Bayan are pretty cautious about horny young guys wanting to date their daughter." Then Sis continued her taunt:
"Patti, Patti, Patti."

I thought the day would never end. But nighttime was even worse. Trying to sleep with my penis trapped -- it's downright cruel. And that singsongy chorus kept going on