Just Looking
It’s my senior year of high school at the end of the year and it’s been super hot for days. For some reason, the A/C isn’t working. I have this pain in my scrotum area and I’m complaining about it to my friend next to me in biology class.
I really don’t want to go tell the nurse or have a parent look at it, so I ask my friend if he’ll take a peek. After all, this was before everyone had a cell phone with a camera to do this sort of thing. He says, “Sure, bro, I got you.”
The teacher tells us to split into pairs to quiz each other with flashcards for the final and then excuses himself to the bathroom. At this point, my friend and I pair up and head to the back of the lab where there’s a walkthrough office to the next lab.
We close the door behind us and move out of sight of the windowed doors, and I drop my shorts and undies while he squats down to take a look as I move my junk up and out of the way for a clear view.
Welp. In walks the teacher because he wanted to grab his water bottle out of the office on his way back from the bathroom, and I’m standing facing him. My friend is squatting in front of me, definitely looking like he’s blowing me from the teacher’s perspective.
The teacher freezes and can’t find words as I rush to cover myself and my friend turns around and blurts out “I’m not sucking it, I’m just looking!” The teacher backs out of the office and won’t look either of us in the eye for the last week of school.
It just turned out to be a boil, I managed to drain it later in the shower and it healed up fine. Story credit: Reddit / synocrat