C4 antho - Chamber Four

Seven Little Stories About Sex ~59~
groggy and just the vibration of the bus would set it off.
That’s why, when he talked to the girl, he couldn’t say much.
He was wondering if she could see his erection in the folds of
his loose pants, the pants that she told him to buy, the goodass
pants.
But now they were at the school and the kids were getting
off the bus, shuffling past one another, wires trailing
from ears into pockets, backpacks swinging, and the girl was
waiting for the boy and the boy said, “I’ll be there in a second,”
because he was at full mast now and the lack of vibration
wasn’t doing squat. So he picked up his violin case from
where it lay at his feet. It was hard and black and plastic,
shaped a little, he thought, like a penis. He held the case in
front of him so that it angled up, a giant erection hiding his
little one. The girl was ahead of him now and the case
bumped against his good-ass jeans until he could feel the
swelling starting to work its way out, and then they were
moving through the glass double doors and the girl was waving
to her friend and she took the boy by the hand and
twirled and twirled him so that the other girl could see how
good he looked in his new jeans.
* * * *
Yanking your Yoda. The new Star Wars had just come
out and the boy made a fist and unclenched and held his
limp penis in his hand. Poor Yoda, about to be strangled. To
be a Jedi, strangle him you must.
The boy made up the phrase at a friend’s house. They
found a colloquial dictionary that the boys took turns reading.
Masturbation wasn’t something the boy felt comfortable
discussing openly; for all he knew, he was the only one of his
friends who yanked his Yoda day after day. But reading the