He stared at the clean white lines of a larger than life vagina and next to it a half-size penis on the grey backdrop of a blackboard.
He shifted on his hard wooden seat and felt the sweat roll down and tickle his butt-crack at a spot where he couldn’t reach over and scratch because the hottest girl in the entire middle school was sitting behind him.
The little droplet of sweat seemed to expand and terrorize his sensitive skin. The need to scratch took his mind off the ovum and sperm talk. The little hair around his butt hole began to moisten and little worms of sweat wriggled and drove his senses wild.
He gripped his pencil hard and stared at the dour faced teacher’s face as she spoke about penetration, menstruation, pregnancy and then jumped straight to different kinds of diseases contracted by unprotected sex.
The girl behind him giggled and whispered to her desk mate Madhu something about female condoms.
He shifted on his seat and tried to concentrate on the conversation carried on behind him. The science teacher hadn’t reached the contraceptive part as yet. She was too busy sermonizing about lust and unwanted babies.
He so wanted to turn around and tell her about the technique of using a female condom. He was savvy that way, even though he was only eleven. He read and compartmentalized information into different slots and knew when to say what.
But no one was interested in what he had to say. People rarely paid attention to sweaty fatties who sweated like overfilled lamb skin water bags.
The need to run his fingers roughly against his butt skin wrecked havoc on his senses and he began to fantasize scratching hard and feeling that fissure of sweet pain and relief pervade his bottom. Maybe he could jab a pencil down there and run it up and down the region.
His fingers trembled, his butt shifted, the girl behind him giggled and the teacher before him bought the wrath of god down on them.
He needed to do something fast!
A chubby hand was raised and demanded the sourpuss’s attention.
“What?” she glared at him. Pristine in her starched cotton sari she looked as if she woke up all tidy, hair was pulled back severely in a bun and a constant scowl on her plain features belied the rose she always had tucked behind her ear.
She hated the brats she taught but the job paid and being the bitch in control kept the classes she taught in perpetual fear of her.
“Can I go to the loo, ma’am?” he asked in a low voice and the girl behind him giggled again. He wanted to whack her silly, it wasn’t as if he was about to show her his willy!
Bright red patches stained his fair sweaty cheeks and his head lowered. He felt humiliated. He could sit it out, he told his mind but the moist inflamed butt had other ideas, it wanted instant relief. Perhaps a little water and whole lot of toilet paper would help. Fuck the bitch behind him. He felt good using that word; he had picked it up from his dad, a man who was sure of himself, his life and even his fat sweaty kid.
Thinking about his father made him more self assured. He raised his hand higher and interrupted her.
“Ma’am may I go to the loo?”
She wanted to smash his chubby sweltering face down on his desk. This was the last period in the day and she so wanted a cup of tea. What a bunch of fuck alls! As if knowing it was as good as doing it! She wasn’t going to tell them how bad sex could be, how bad losing female virginity could be and how it ruined your chances of marriage.
She looked past the chubby boy at the hussy whispering into the ear of a lanky 50 cent look- alike. Kids nowadays were into hip hop! They knew stuff by being online that made adults her included feel like a couple of dumb fucks.
She had done wild stuff too back in the hippie era but for Chris sake she was out of college but these kids seemed to be born grown up. Even this talk was useless; they probably knew sites that even their fathers had never heard of.
She sighed and looked back at chubby and her heart softened. Out of the class of fifty shit heads he was the only mature one, though the class hated him for the padding he couldn’t loose no matter how hard he tried.
“GO!” She muttered dangerously. Her eyes became little slits that her class feared and the girl finally shut up.
He pushed the chair back nosily and heard Madhu mutter, “Going for a wank, pork face?”
The words gripped his heart and made him think of dark things he wanted to do to that wanna be mother fucker of a rapper. Some rapper he’d make with a name like Madhu.
The thought made him grin. Fuck them all! He had an itch to scratch and a father who thought his son was a walking talking knowledge store house.
The boys’ loo was not far. All he had to do was to turn right and follow the stink of unflushed shit and piss.
He pushed open a stall door and stared at the turd floating happily in the commode as if it was its personal aquarium. He needed to scratch before he decorated the seat with toilet paper.
He fumbled and pulled his pants and shorts down in a smooth motion and scratched the inflamed area. Relief calmed his senses, numbed his mind and made him sigh. He rested his head against the wooden stall wall and scratched the skin less vigorously. The day was going to end soon and he would be home.
“Hey pork chops!” A voice boomed at him and he was grabbed out of the stall before anything registered in his mind.
“See, what did I tell you? The pervert was wanking!”
He was caught with his pants and shorts down. Things looked bad. He stared at Madhu and Ashok, Madhu’s side kick.
His heart sank as they sniggered and Madhu pulled him harder by his tie.
“You know what we do to fuckers like you?” Madhu tightened his hold over the tie making him choke.
“We make you suck your own cock!” he laughed and sniggered. Ashok repeated the same sentence.
His eyes stared at the flapping toilet door and he prayed someone would enter and this would stop. How come both of them were allowed to come out together? The thoughts flitted through his mind.
Madhu glared at Ashok “Why the fuck do you keep repeating what I say?”
Ashok looked like a whipped puppy “I’m just saying….”
“Shud the fuck up and grab his weenie!” Madhu threw the words at Ashok.
“Grab it! Or else I’ll shove it up your mouth and not in pork chops!”
Ashok looked at the swinging door nervously just as he had done a few minutes ago.
“Come on Mads! This isn’t right” Ashok muttered nervously
Madhu didn’t seem to care and stared into his victim’s eyes just before he grabbed his nuts and twisted them.
He howled and Ashok grabbed his head. Madhu had gone too far.
He howled hard, his body shook like a fish fighting the tag that was reeling it in, he howled like a wolf trapped in a body that had imprisoned him, had sentenced him to a life of prejudice and bloody loneliness, he howled for the loss of his mother who died, the midnight binges he had caved in to, the tears he had cried into his pillows, he howled for all the injustices done to him and then just like that something cracked within him and the animal in him sprang out, the wolf in him demanded blood and screams for the shit he had gone through in his young life.
He grabbed Madhu’s scrawny shoulders and pushed him against the damp cement wall. Surprised at pork chop’s actions he let go of the twisted scrotum with a yelp.
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that, you gutter snipe!” His eyes bulged with unleashed violence, his smarting balls demanded retribution.
“Do you know what I can do to you and that sidekick of yours?” he spat into Madhu’s face.
“I’d cut you two up into tiny little pieces, bag them and throw them into the sewers” Madhu tried to speak up as he bought his face close to the has-been bully’s face and muttered dangerously “Don’t you dare say shit to me do you know who my dad is?”
Shuddering with fear Madhu shook his head. He pressed his nude nether regions against Madhu’s, a sign of dominance that he had seen his dad perform on a subordinate jackass who failed at his given task. His dad was the alpha male and he brooked no failure.
“Listen carefully; my dad is the type who wouldn’t think twice disposing you.” He cocked his head and drove his point home “In other words I can get away killing you but I would rather not. Get it?”
Madhu nodded his head vigorously, shitting bricks, having seen Chubby in a new light.
He picked his pants up and before he left for the class told Madhu and his side kick over his shoulder “Flush that turd before you leave. Okay?”
“Yes! Whatever you say, Rajiv!”
Going back into the class he felt liberated; he was his father’s son. Pork chops was liberated.
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