How do you answer that?
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Adult
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How do you answer that?
I was recently reminded of a conversation from my early high school days and wondered what would happen if the tennis boys were there instead. Sorry its pretty pointless I just had to get it out of my head. Not even sure why I am sharing it but hopefully someone will get a laugh.
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Tennis practice had just wrapped up. Oishi watched as the first years hurried to clean up the courts so they too could go home. They were making good time, probably so that they could enjoy the rest of the beautiful evening. If he wanted to enjoy the rest of the evening he should probably finish up the paperwork. One of the drawbacks to being fukubucho was all the paperwork. Attendance, match results, and any other random notes passed on by Ryuuzaki-Sensei, Tezuka or Inui all had to be sorted out and recorded. Days like today were the worst, they were preparing for a match soon and so had a "game form" practice, allowing anyone to challenge the regulars. The added paperwork kept him busy past when the freshman finished cleaning up. As he neared the locker room to lock it up for the night he heard raised voices from the side of the building.
"Momo-senpai, just tell me what it means! What if he asks again or someone else does. Just tell me! or do you not know what it means either?"
Oishi paused, it was unusual for Echizen and Momoshiro to be the last ones to leave tennis practice let alone for them to argue. Well, he had better step in before it gets bad. Everything seemed normal, Momoshiro tugging on the younger boys arm trying to drag him off to play tennis. "Come on Echizen, let's go before its too late to play at the street courts." Echizen pulled away "I don't want to, not untill you tell me what it means." Oishi watched them go back and forth on using the same arguments for a few minutes before finally breaking in. "Momoshiro, Echizen, what are you fighting about?" They both jumped at the addition of a third person. "Oishi-senpai, its nothing, Echizen--" Momoshiro was cut off by the first year, "Momo-senpai won't tell me what something means, and I won't go back to the street courts until I know what that guy wanted to play for!"
Completely confused now, Oishi prompted for more. Momoshiro looked uncomfortable and Echizen seemed pretty worked up. "Saturday I was meeting Momo-senpai at the street court and this guy wanted to play me, he wanted to bet on the game, I told him no but he kept trying to get me to play him and I didn't know what he was wanting to play for...... I don't think Momo-senpai knows either so umm... Oishi-senpai, whats a blow job?"
For some reason Oishi started to choke on the air. He never would have expected the first year to ask him that. How exactly do you answer that? Oishi knew his face had to be bright red, why does he alway try to help when it gets him into situations like this. Echizen probably would accept a basic definition and not ask for details. Still to say it out loud, well it had to be done. He could feel his face redden even more with each word,"Errrr.. well it's uhhhh, oralsexpreformedonaman." Echizen nodded and turned to Momoshiro, "see that wasn't so bad, I bet you didn't know what it was.... anyway I'm going to grab my bag then we can go." The first yeardisappeared even as Momoshiro spouted his protests that he did too know what it was he just didn't want to say it. "Really Oishi-senpai I knew, I just well I don't really understand it."
"Understand it?" as soon as the words escaped his mouth he regretted them. "Errrr yeah, how does someone blowing uhhhh down there feel good?"
Oishi smacked his hand to his forehead. "I guess its a bad name, there usually isn't much blowing involved." "oh, well I guess that makes more sense then..." luckily Echizen had re-emerged from the locker room with his bag and they headed off to the street courts to play some more tennis. As he locked up for the night Oishi wondered how he had become Seigaku's tennis club sex-ed teacher.
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Tennis practice had just wrapped up. Oishi watched as the first years hurried to clean up the courts so they too could go home. They were making good time, probably so that they could enjoy the rest of the beautiful evening. If he wanted to enjoy the rest of the evening he should probably finish up the paperwork. One of the drawbacks to being fukubucho was all the paperwork. Attendance, match results, and any other random notes passed on by Ryuuzaki-Sensei, Tezuka or Inui all had to be sorted out and recorded. Days like today were the worst, they were preparing for a match soon and so had a "game form" practice, allowing anyone to challenge the regulars. The added paperwork kept him busy past when the freshman finished cleaning up. As he neared the locker room to lock it up for the night he heard raised voices from the side of the building.
"Momo-senpai, just tell me what it means! What if he asks again or someone else does. Just tell me! or do you not know what it means either?"
Oishi paused, it was unusual for Echizen and Momoshiro to be the last ones to leave tennis practice let alone for them to argue. Well, he had better step in before it gets bad. Everything seemed normal, Momoshiro tugging on the younger boys arm trying to drag him off to play tennis. "Come on Echizen, let's go before its too late to play at the street courts." Echizen pulled away "I don't want to, not untill you tell me what it means." Oishi watched them go back and forth on using the same arguments for a few minutes before finally breaking in. "Momoshiro, Echizen, what are you fighting about?" They both jumped at the addition of a third person. "Oishi-senpai, its nothing, Echizen--" Momoshiro was cut off by the first year, "Momo-senpai won't tell me what something means, and I won't go back to the street courts until I know what that guy wanted to play for!"
Completely confused now, Oishi prompted for more. Momoshiro looked uncomfortable and Echizen seemed pretty worked up. "Saturday I was meeting Momo-senpai at the street court and this guy wanted to play me, he wanted to bet on the game, I told him no but he kept trying to get me to play him and I didn't know what he was wanting to play for...... I don't think Momo-senpai knows either so umm... Oishi-senpai, whats a blow job?"
For some reason Oishi started to choke on the air. He never would have expected the first year to ask him that. How exactly do you answer that? Oishi knew his face had to be bright red, why does he alway try to help when it gets him into situations like this. Echizen probably would accept a basic definition and not ask for details. Still to say it out loud, well it had to be done. He could feel his face redden even more with each word,"Errrr.. well it's uhhhh, oralsexpreformedonaman." Echizen nodded and turned to Momoshiro, "see that wasn't so bad, I bet you didn't know what it was.... anyway I'm going to grab my bag then we can go." The first yeardisappeared even as Momoshiro spouted his protests that he did too know what it was he just didn't want to say it. "Really Oishi-senpai I knew, I just well I don't really understand it."
"Understand it?" as soon as the words escaped his mouth he regretted them. "Errrr yeah, how does someone blowing uhhhh down there feel good?"
Oishi smacked his hand to his forehead. "I guess its a bad name, there usually isn't much blowing involved." "oh, well I guess that makes more sense then..." luckily Echizen had re-emerged from the locker room with his bag and they headed off to the street courts to play some more tennis. As he locked up for the night Oishi wondered how he had become Seigaku's tennis club sex-ed teacher.
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