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through it. Whatever happens in the future, I am not ready yet but I know that I will be more than ready, some day.
In spite of everything going on and my increased desperation, the school year is moving on. This feeling of dread, mixed with the other powerful surges of sexual energy, occupies my thoughts and attention for the whole day, every day. I am relieved to hear from other boys that I was not the only one experiencing these new feelings, that some of their parents told them it was just part of growing up. Other kids would show me their boners in the rest room and tell me that for them, it was always that way, every day. “What do you do about it?” I asked. “Just rub it and think of Elizabeth’s breasts”, was the reply. I already knew about that strategy to get rid of this feeling, but, even at three times a day, it only works for just a little while and then all those feelings come back again.
The next day, I am in the boys’ rest room on our break. I stand next to Fred at the urinals and we are both relieving ourselves. Fred showed me his boner, and said,
“Did you see Barbara Taylor’s breasts today? The uniform she is wearing really shows them off!”
I reply, “Yeah, her breasts look really great today. Fred, what do you think “having sex” means?” I asked. Fred gave me his theory, that having sex had “something to do with girls ears”. I know that is not right because I have looked into both my Sisters and Mothers ears and I knew I could not get a boner in there. We both zipped up and went to our next class, Religion. I guess Fred does not know any more about it than I do.
Sister Honorine stands in front of the classroom as we take our seats. Fred was in the third row and I was in the second but our desks were right next to each other across a small aisle. When the class was ready, Sister Honorine said,
“Today we are going to have Father O’Malley come in and speak to the boys so we are going to have all the girls come with me to another classroom down the hall. Get up now and come with me, all girls in this class. Come on.”
The girls all stood up and slowly left the room with Sister Honorine. Fred and I saw Barbara Taylor in her tight fitting uniform get up and get in line to leave the room. Fred and I both watched her as she left. When she went out the door, Fred and I looked at each other and grinned.
At that moment Fred and I were grinning about Barbara, Father O’Malley came into the room, walked to the front of the room and slammed a book on the desk.
“Quiet, you boys! We have something to talk about today of great importance.” Appearing very upset and agitated for some reason, he seemed to look directly in Fred and my direction and went on,
”You are probably going to be familiar with today’s topic. In these days, we hear this awful music called Rock and Roll everywhere. Some of these songs are immoral and you need to know this, if you ever want to go to heaven! For example, one very popular song out there is the height of immorality! The name of this song is, Standing on the corner, watching all the girls go by, but then it goes on with the words, You can’t go to jail for what you’re thinking or that wild look in your eye. Well, you boys need to understand that,” He suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs“, you might not go to jail but you can still GO TO HELL for what you are thinking!”
I looked at Fred and he looked back at me with a very scared expression on his face. Oh my God, Father O’Malley knows what we were thinking! That fear of going to hell came into my stomach. We sat very still, with our hands clasped, looking straight ahead, as he went on. “Another really immoral rock and roll star, demonstrates how vulgar the music is, by swiveling his hips in a suggestive manner while singing.” Fred and I both knew who this was, it was Elvis Presley but I really did not know why Elvis swiveling his hips was “suggestive”. Father continued in a
In spite of everything going on and my increased desperation, the school year is moving on. This feeling of dread, mixed with the other powerful surges of sexual energy, occupies my thoughts and attention for the whole day, every day. I am relieved to hear from other boys that I was not the only one experiencing these new feelings, that some of their parents told them it was just part of growing up. Other kids would show me their boners in the rest room and tell me that for them, it was always that way, every day. “What do you do about it?” I asked. “Just rub it and think of Elizabeth’s breasts”, was the reply. I already knew about that strategy to get rid of this feeling, but, even at three times a day, it only works for just a little while and then all those feelings come back again.
The next day, I am in the boys’ rest room on our break. I stand next to Fred at the urinals and we are both relieving ourselves. Fred showed me his boner, and said,
“Did you see Barbara Taylor’s breasts today? The uniform she is wearing really shows them off!”
I reply, “Yeah, her breasts look really great today. Fred, what do you think “having sex” means?” I asked. Fred gave me his theory, that having sex had “something to do with girls ears”. I know that is not right because I have looked into both my Sisters and Mothers ears and I knew I could not get a boner in there. We both zipped up and went to our next class, Religion. I guess Fred does not know any more about it than I do.
Sister Honorine stands in front of the classroom as we take our seats. Fred was in the third row and I was in the second but our desks were right next to each other across a small aisle. When the class was ready, Sister Honorine said,
“Today we are going to have Father O’Malley come in and speak to the boys so we are going to have all the girls come with me to another classroom down the hall. Get up now and come with me, all girls in this class. Come on.”
The girls all stood up and slowly left the room with Sister Honorine. Fred and I saw Barbara Taylor in her tight fitting uniform get up and get in line to leave the room. Fred and I both watched her as she left. When she went out the door, Fred and I looked at each other and grinned.
At that moment Fred and I were grinning about Barbara, Father O’Malley came into the room, walked to the front of the room and slammed a book on the desk.
“Quiet, you boys! We have something to talk about today of great importance.” Appearing very upset and agitated for some reason, he seemed to look directly in Fred and my direction and went on,
”You are probably going to be familiar with today’s topic. In these days, we hear this awful music called Rock and Roll everywhere. Some of these songs are immoral and you need to know this, if you ever want to go to heaven! For example, one very popular song out there is the height of immorality! The name of this song is, Standing on the corner, watching all the girls go by, but then it goes on with the words, You can’t go to jail for what you’re thinking or that wild look in your eye. Well, you boys need to understand that,” He suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs“, you might not go to jail but you can still GO TO HELL for what you are thinking!”
I looked at Fred and he looked back at me with a very scared expression on his face. Oh my God, Father O’Malley knows what we were thinking! That fear of going to hell came into my stomach. We sat very still, with our hands clasped, looking straight ahead, as he went on. “Another really immoral rock and roll star, demonstrates how vulgar the music is, by swiveling his hips in a suggestive manner while singing.” Fred and I both knew who this was, it was Elvis Presley but I really did not know why Elvis swiveling his hips was “suggestive”. Father continued in a
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