I found myself focused on a spot on the ceiling for what seemed like 10 minutes. I'm not sure what the spot was - a fly maybe? Perhaps just a petrified dust bunny? Whatever it was, I couldn't take my eyes of it.
Then I refocused, going in and out from focusing on the spot on the ceiling to complete darkness. And back again. I saw the heads of different people around me. Were they looking down on me? I couldn't move. I heard my name over and over: "Aaron? Aaron? Aaron?"
Then suddenly with a start, I felt a flash of consciousness. My surroundings shook a bit, cleared up but were still blurry, and I had the biggest pulsing headache. I instinctively grabbed my head to control it. I heard an adult's voice off in the distance. "Seizure" was a the main word that jumped out at me.
But more than that, it was the murmuring of all the students. Especially the girls. I had all these girls - some of which I didn't know, some of which I was very close to, like Ashli, and others which I strangely had crushes on forever but never said anything about it - circling around, giggling and whispering.
I made note of the awkwardness of the adults around and began to raise myself up slightly on my elbows. When I did, all the girls gasped and jumped back. I had no flippin' idea what was going on.
As I raised myself up, I looked down and got a big eyeful of what all the commotion was about.
The thing is this - I was 18 years old. When you're a boy, being 18 is synonymous with virility and unending horniness. I, at this stage, was a boy that had never gotten laid. Hell, I hadn't even had a girlfriend yet - endless crushes but no girlfriend. As a result, I jacked off constantly. If I jerked it less than four times a day, something was wrong. I always seemed to find time to blow that load SOMEWHERE. And that also meant that the moment I went to sleep every day - ping! Up came the morning wood. Or in my case, the mid-day-nap wood, or the passing-out-on-the-couch-while-watching-The-Simpsons wood... whatever you may call it. I tried to avoid taking naps in public areas because it could and would happen.
And additionally, let's just say that when such nocturnal how-do-ya-do's do take place, there's no hiding it. I knew that I wasn't small down there. In fact, thanks to a solid education from my dad's porn stash (this tale takes place in the early days of the Internet, so internet porn wasn't as widespread), I knew that I had the biggest cock I had ever heard of or seen. If you put me up against a solid 12-inch ruler, it was almost a perfect fit. At my hardest and thickest, I was always about a 1/4-inch shy of the 12-inch mark (which annoyed me to no end!).
But I digress - the commotion was the way in which my cock swelled and snaked down my leg as I was conked out from my seizure. And since I chose to wear shorts that day, as I sat up, out of the bottom of my shorts, sticking out about two inches past the hem, was my cock. My shorts were stretched, pulled at the point where my cock exited its confines. Turns out when I sat up a bit, my hard cock sprang forward even more, surging ahead and causing the girls to gasp.
So thus was the situation - the onlookers were half shocked that I just had a big giant seizure in the middle of the hallway at my high school, and half shocked at the sheer magnitude of my junk, that was poking out obscenely from the bottom of my shorts.
In short, I, a pretty socially invisible kid until this time, had suddenly turned into an urban schoolboy legend.
Just as I was mentally taking stock of the situation, my cock began to shrink back down and the paramedics showed up to whisk me off to the hospital. My best female friend, Ashli, actually rode in the ambulance with me, a prospect I found kind of weird.
