" Mizz Latham was a year out of college herself. She was nice to us students, too, but I'm sooo glad we have Mister Jim. Anyway, she smiled. "I need t... call the high school and get you some order forms for your graduation gown and a class ring and your graduation invitations, right, Mister Jim?" One of us needs to, Miss Carlee." Let me do that, then." She grinned at me. "It hasn't been THAT long that I had to do that stuff for myself. We'll get you fixed up." Thank you," I said. "When you get. I pulled out my strap-on dildo. This is a leather harness with chromed rivets securing a six inch long flesh coloured phallus, realistic down to the throbbing veins and purple head. In fact it is so realistic that sometimes I just like to suck it after I've been wanking using it, imagining it is a real cock.When Nick saw me strapping it on he looked game for it but I had to disappoint him. "Sorry Nick, but this is going up Andrew's arse but don't worry, I have plans for you."When the harness. "I dare you to show me your... boy thing," she said, obviously a little sheepish. I looked at her and smiled, then dropped my pants. The hormones had started in long before she had asked the question. Just being alone in a room with a girl my age at 16 had given me an instant hard-on. So, shorts and boxers down, I stood there as she looked at my hard dick. She just stared for a while. I liked being ogled, and she was obviously enthralled by the sight of my penis. We sat in silence for what. As mothers do, mine told me it was brilliant. A year later, I thought it was dumb. A year after that, I wished I could write like that again. The next year, I burned it. My mom spanked me for playing with matches. The next day I wrote a story about a mean old mother and her reign of terror. As mothers do, she said it was cruel. The next day, I burned it.I was always a writer. Only, I was never very good once my age hit double digits. And I’ve only gotten worse with age. Last year, I published.