This is an original story of mine that I
wrote nearly an entire year ago. Now before I hear any accusations
of plagiarism from the select few who may recognize it from Experience
Project, I posted it. I am the user Ryansmith60 and here's a secret for anyone
who knows of that account - it's fake. The story is fictional and I hope you
enjoy it!
Back
in 1975, when I was only a fifteen year-old boy, my extended family was
visiting for one week in the summer. This included my two aunts who were in
their forties, my two uncles also in their forties, my five cousins - a girl of
twelve, a girl of fourteen, a girl of seventeen, a boy of fifteen, and a boy of
thirteen - and my seventy-year old grandparents. We had a medium-sized house
and, although we didn't really have enough space for all these people, my mom
made it work. My male cousins stayed in my room, my female cousins stayed in my
sister's room, my aunts and uncles took up the couches and a one of the guests
rooms, and my grandparents got the larger guest room. Despite how crowded the house
got, it was always fun when my family made their annual trip to spend time with
us.
The only drawback to
having fifteen people in the house at one time was showering. We only had two
showers in the house, so we divided those between the adults and the kids.
Usually, it was peaceful - everyone was willing to wait patiently and, whenever
one of us had finished up, we would just let the next person who needed the
room that we were done. However, it became more complicated as we got older. As
we entered puberty, we had to take more time for shaving and grooming, so the
wait became longer. This was never much of a problem, except for one day that I
will always remember.
My family was getting
ready to go to the local park, which had easily become a tradition for us. The
adult bathroom was right outside the main hallway, which could easily be seen
from the living room, which is exactly where most of my family was waiting and
casually chatting. I hadn't showered for several days, so my mom insisted that
I do so before we left. The upstairs bathroom, which is the one that the
children used, was currently occupied by my fourteen-year old cousin, so I had
to use the adult one.
When I finished showering, I threw on a towel around my waist and slathered
shaving cream on my face. Then I heard a bang on the door, so I yelled out,
"Occupied." My sister told me to hurry up and I heard were walk off.
Not even a minute later, my sister banged on the door again, so I yelled out,
"Just a minute."
"No, I need to use the bathroom! Get out now!"
"Use the one upstairs."
"Sarah's still using it."
"Tough luck."
She tried to open the door, but luckily, it was locked. I heard a loud sigh,
followed by footsteps as she walked off down the hall. Soon enough, there was
more banging and my mom yelled, "Young man, you get out here right
now!" I rolled my eyes and cracked open the door to explain that I wasn't
done shaving, but I didn't even get a word out. My mom simply grabbed my arm
and pulled me out into the hallway. My sister ran in, locking the door behind
her, but my mom dragged me out further as I struggled to keep my towel on. She
stopped me in front of the family and, as she began walking away, her watch got
caught on my towel and, as she pulled her hand away, it yanked the towel off of
my body. At that exact moment, Sarah (my fourteen-year old cousin) walked
downstairs and witnessed this.
After a horrible moment of silence, everyone began laughing and pointing at me.
I looked back to see my own mother laughing as she stared at my exposed butt.
My two aunts were giggling and making the small penis sign to themselves,
trying to hide it from view, but I still saw it clearly. I then covered my
little penis and bent over to pick up my towel. I wrapped it around my waist,
temporarily exposing my penis to the giggling crowd again, and ran upstairs,
past Sarah, to my room and got dressed quickly.
When I walked back downstairs, my entire family was still laughing and pointing
at me as they wiggled their pinkies in unison. I never lived that one down.
