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The School Bus by Kool Guy Eleven-year old Mark rushed for the front door. He was running late. He had to hurry or he would miss the school bus. His mother was waiting at the door to kiss him goodbye. Mark held his breath and turned his head, as he always did when his mother kissed him. Her cigarette breath was so overpowering, he couldn't stand to smell it. She was smoking her fifth or sixth cigarette of the day. Mark had lost count. It was only seven o'clock in the morning. Mark hated his mother for smoking. Ever since he had first learned of the dangers of smoking, in school, he had tried to get his mother to quit. Every time he bugged her about it, she would say. "Oh, leave me alone and let me work on my lung cancer!" She was joking, of course, but Mark often thought about that. He imagined what the inside of his mother's lungs must look like. He would frequently stare at her overcrowded ashtray. He thought, "If the filter from one cigarette can get so brown, from the smoke of just one cigarette, Mom's lungs must be covered with thick, dark brown, sticky crud." The thought of it gave him a strange tingling sensation. He kept telling his mother to quit, but, secretly, he hoped she wouldn't. He wasn't sure if this was because he really liked her smoking or because he secretly wanted to see what would happen to her if she kept on smoking. Again, he got a strange tingling sensation, and he ran out the door to catch the bus. The bus had just pulled up to his corner. Mark stepped onto the bus. Immediately he smelled something he didn't quite recognize. It smelled sort of like cigarette smoke, but, somehow different. Mark was very familiar with the smell of cigarette smoke. Both his mother and father smoked. His mother smoked much more heavily than his father. He could never remember seeing his mother without a cigarette for more than a few minutes at a time. She always had one going in the kitchen while he was eating. She would often have one going while she was eating, alternating between bites of food and drags on her cigarette. She smoked throughout her pregnancy with Mark. She even smoked while nursing Mark. There were pictures in the family photo album to prove it. Yes, Mark was familiar with the smell of cigarette smoke. This was different, though. He liked it for some reason, even though he usually hated the smell of cigarette smoke. Mark started walking toward the back of the bus, looking for an empty seat. He found one about four rows from the back of the bus. Just as he was about to sit down he noticed a girl in the back seat. She was sitting in the middle of the very last row, the one that goes all the way across the bus. She was really cute, Mark thought. She had a funny look on her face, though, as if she were trying to hide something. She was whispering to the girl sitting next to her. The girl's right hand was hidden behind the back of the seat in front of her. It looked as if she were either reaching for something or giving something to the girl next to her. But, in her left hand, which Mark could see, she was holding something that looked familiar to Mark. In fact, he recognized it right away. It was a pack of Marlboros. Mark recognized the red and white pack from the thousands of cigarette commercials he had seen over the years. He had always been fascinated by cigarette commercials, at least the ones that featured women smoking. He didn't seem to care much about the ones with men smoking in them. He didn't really know why he liked them. He just knew that he couldn't take his eyes off the TV screen when one came on. He wondered why the girl had a pack of cigarettes in her hand. He sat down in his seat, but continued to watch the girl. He heard her friend say, "Lori! Be careful! The bus driver will see you!" Just then, the girl pulled her right hand up toward her face. She was holding a lit cigarette! She put it up to her mouth and took a long, deep drag. Then she quickly hid the cigarette again behind the seat. Mark got an immediate cramping sensation in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know what was happening. He doubled over in pain, but he kept watching the girl. He now could not take his eyes off of her. She saw Mark watching her and gave him a flirting kind of smile. She then leaned down and took another deep drag off her cigarette. Mark had never seen her exhale the smoke from her first drag. Now the cramping in his stomach got worse. He became aware there was something wrong with his penis. His face turned red with embarrassment, but he couldn't take his eyes off the girl. The pain in his abdomen was getting worse. He couldn't straighten up. When he tried to, it felt as if his penis would break off. He had never felt this way before. He was mesmerized by this girl. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. He watched her take three more big drags before she dropped the cigarette to the floor and ground it out with her shoe. He never saw any smoke come out of the girl except for a few wisps which escaped through her nostrils. Mark was absolutely floored. He had never seen a girl his own age smoking a cigarette. He had never felt the feelings he was feeling at this moment. The bus had arrived at school. Mark could not stand up. Mark did not know what to do. His pants were very tight to begin with. Now, with his penis in this condition, he could not move. He decided to stay in his seat while all the others got off the bus. As the girl--Lori, he had heard her friend say--was walking past him, he pretended to be reaching for his books on the floor below, and leaned his head as close to the aisle as he could. As Lori passed him he instinctively breathed in with all his might. The smell was intoxicating! This was the smell he had noticed when he stepped onto the bus! It was Lori's smell! His penis seemed to triple in size! He thought he was going to die! When everyone had left the bus, Mark finally figured out that he could slide his zipper down, reach his hand inside, and carefully shift his penis around so that it was pointing up. He tried to hurry so he could catch up to Lori and see where she was going. As he quickly pulled his zipper up, the extra bulge got in the way and the zipper caught on his penis. Mark wanted to scream in agony, but somehow, he muffled his cry. He finally got the zipper up and carefully walked off the bus. Mark spent most of the morning walking very carefully and holding his books in front of his crotch. It was a long time before the swelling in his penis went away. Mark spent most of the rest of the school year trying to find ways to be near Lori. He didn't know why, but he wanted to see her smoking again. He was able to observe her smoking on numerous occasions. Lori and her girlfriends got reputations around school as the "bad girls". They were the smokers. They would sneak cigarettes at every available opportunity. None of them smoked like Lori, though. And every time Mark saw Lori smoke, that funny thing happened to his penis! He was much too shy to ask her for a date, but he could tell that Lori sort of liked him. She caught Mark staring at her on many occasions. She didn't seem to care, though. In fact, she seemed to like it. Mark was certain that Lori dragged longer and more deeply, and held in her smoke much longer, when she knew Mark was watching her. If only he could work up his courage! Mark thought about Lori constantly. He would lie awake in bed at night thinking about her. And he found that just thinking about her made his penis hard. He realized that the feeling he got when he thought about Lori was very similar to the feeling he got when he thought about the inside of his mother's lungs, or about his mother suffering from lung cancer. Only the feeling was much, much stronger when he thought about Lori. A thought occurred to him one night. Lori's lungs must be every bit as filthy with thick, brown goop as his mother's. Mark's dick sprang up. It had never gotten so hard, so big, so fast! He felt lightheaded and his knees became wobbly. He actually started arguing with himself about whose lungs were in worse shape. Naturally, his mother had been smoking longer. But, no one, not even Mom, sucked her smoke in deeper or held it in longer than Lori. He thought his penis would burst! Mark could not understand why it was so important to him that Lori's lungs be filthier than his mother's. But it was! He was obsessed with the thought. It would be another year or so before Mark would learn about masturbation. Until that time he spent a lot of time walking around very gingerly. For now, Mark was a very confused young man. He had many emotions he could not comprehend. He had thoughts and feelings he didn't understand. But he was absolutely certain about one thing. We was completely and hopelessly in love with Lori. He would do everything in his power to make her his. He knew that one day he would marry her. Oh, and one other thing. Mark learned to stop holding his breath when his mother kissed him. |
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