Rantings of a Pervert

There were four of us, all out on summer vacation from school, and we had been out all morning playing army in the woods near the school. Bored and looking for something to do, we ended up at the school playground.

Looking back, I don’t quite understand how we always ended up playing at school when we hated going there so much, but that is where we were. Up to no good, we checked the doors all around to see if we could get in, but they were all securely shut and locked. We went down the narrow stairway that led to the boiler room and checked that door too. Locked.

As boys would do, we started to think of stupid things to do, and the idea hit us to get naked and run up the steps to the playground and run back. We all thought that was a good idea, but strangely enough, no one was willing to go first.

Ray was willing to run partway up, but wouldn’t go all the way to the top. Jimmy wasn’t about to do it until someone else had. Ralph said he would do it in his shorts, but not naked.

How I got picked is a little fuzzy to me now, but it ended up that everyone was daring me to do it. I was protesting, even when they started to call me chicken. I denied being chicken of course, but then they started to dare me.

Well, that couldn’t be accepted! I stripped down, and ran halfway up the steps to prove that I wasn’t chicken, and to answer their dare. Coming back down the steps, with something of a swagger, I assured them that I wasn’t chicken. That is when they double-dog dared me to go completely to the top of the steps. Now it had progressed that I would have to go completely to the top, and stand there for a count of 5 before returning.

I weighed my options, one, I could refuse and be labeled a chicken, or two, I could go up, prove my manliness and courage. I opted for the second choice, and with a deep breath, and a second to swallow the lump in my throat, I ran up the steps as fast as I could.

It seems that this was the very time that the best looking girl in our 5th grade class would decide to go bike riding. Not only that, but that her riding would take her right by the stairs I was running up at the same time. We nearly collided as I reached the top of the steps!

There I was, in all my naked, hairless, pre-pubescent glory as Lisa stopped. We stared at one another for what seemed an eternity. Her gaze was locked with mine, then it drifted south, and a smile came across her face. Meanwhile, I was turning every shade of red imaginable. She licked her lips, and rode off on her bike.

The other boys wanted to know why it took me so long to come back down the steps, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell them. I just put my clothes back on, and never mentioned what had just transpired at the top of the steps.

Three weeks later, we were all back in school, and I was sitting two rows across from Lisa. She never mentioned our chance encounter, and I was too embarrassed to ever ask her about it. Every now and then though, I would catch her looking over at me with a smile on her lips.

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