Chewing Gum On My Shoe
It started with
an accident. Damon can't walk and chew gum at the same time, at least that was
the joke at the time. He was on his way to class and chewing his gum as usual.
He was blowing a big bubble which blocked his view and he walked right into the
path of cyclist. Damon sommersaulted over the wheel and banged his head on the
pavement. He was out cold and blood was running down his forehead, I ran forward
to help, and step right into a wad of chewing gum. He was just starting to come
around when the ambulance crew loaded him into the University Hospital
ambulance. The siren sounded and the ambulance disappeared across the quad. It
was then that I turned my attention to the sticky pink mass stuck to my
Sketchers.
I grabbed a stick and hopping on one foot started to separate my sole from the
gum. It was bizarre. I swear the thing moved. I watched in amazement as the
loose gum reshaped itself into a tiny head arm and torso, the rest remained an
amporphous blob imbedded in the tread on the bottom of my shoe. 'Gawd!' I gasp,
I recognize the face of Damon's missing room mate, Billy. Others turn at my
words, I don't want them to see, so I smash Billy back into my tread with the
stick, and lower my foot.
'Whatsamatter, Nate?' Rollie asks.
'Nothin'. Well, it's just kind of freaky what happened to Damon. I mean, he was
walking along, and bam hit by a bicyclist, and off to the hospital. I'd feel
like a total jerk if that happened to me. He was hit by a friggin' bike, not a
car!'
'Oh. Uh, dude, looks like you stepped in something too. But it's better than
getting a concussion, I suggest you get it off before it hardens. Shoot, it's
getting late, I gotta get to class, catch you later, Nate,' and Roland books it
across the quad ostentatiously looking from side to side. Poor Damon's never
going to live this down, thinks Nate shaking his head.
I reach down and peel the Billy gum off my shoe with my hand. It feels soft,
warm and gooey, and no residue is left on the bottom of my shoe. I hold the wad
of gum in the palm of my hand and watch as it begins to move and reshape itself
into a tiny naked man. It was only when a huge glop of spit plopped in my lap
that I realized, I was grinning, drooling and sporting a boner, as the tiny man
cringed in terror against my palm. My entire focus concentration had been
focused on studying the tiny elastic man. I'm sure it is Billy, but how Damon
managed to do this to him is beyond me. My fascination is interrupted by the
tolling of the bell.
'Sh*t, I'm going to be late!' I shout and shove Billy deep into my front pocket.
He squishes and oozes between my fingers, and through the fabric against my
hard-on. But I figure after being chewed, blown into a bubble and stomped on,
what harm can it do. I run to class, and quietly sneak in the back. Fortunately,
Professor Turner is near-sighted, a bit deaf, and has his back to the class as
he writes on the white erase board the prof still insists on calling a chalk
board. I scrunch down in my seat, and cross my leg up and over my knee to
conceal my boner, and provide a desk for my notebook. The feeling of Billy like
putty pressed against my hard dick is so hot. I can feel him starting to
reshape, and pull away from my dick. I feel tiny limbs pressed tight in the
fabric against my thigh. My tongue rises to the roof of my mouth. I feel like
I'm about to orgasm, and then the unthinkable.
'Mr. Haliburton? Nathaniel Haliburton, do you have an answer to my question?'
Professor Turner glares at me, he's got new glasses.
The girl next to me whispers, 'American Civil War President?'
Nervously, I answer, well 'Abraham Lincoln was for the Union...'
'We all know that, does anybody know who was President of the Confederate States
of America?'
'Oh, Jefferson Davis, I'm sorry, sir, just nerves, a friend got taken away to
hospital just before class,' I blurt out.
The professor paused, and thought for a moment, then spoke. 'I see, well your
answer is correct. Sorry about your friend, but in my class, please focus on the
lecture. Everyone should be here to learn. Now, as I was saying...'
Needless to say, I lost my boner, and nearly forgot about Billy until class
ended.
To be continued...