Check out Part I in the Incest section to discover the backstory and world of Plumedale. However, these chapters are vignettes more than a serial, and should be able to be read as one-offs. This will all come together, eventually, anyway. Hard to find an appropriate category for this specific diddly. If you like a touch of comedy in your erotica, I hope this humors you enough. Thanks for the continued support and input from what few fans I have. :)
The Gnome Chronicles
Billy Turner's Stupid Wish
Billy Turner had a problem. At 21 years old and a senior at Plumedale University, his hormones had yet to settle down. He was known as the weird kid who always got erections in class, garnering him the nickname, "Billy, the Perv." He'd hoped that by the time he reached his senior year, the problem would be under control, but it was quite the opposite.
Everywhere Billy went, he couldn't help but notice all the pretty girls. Even plain girls sent a tingling sensation down his shaft, and if a girl so much as said "hello" to Billy, he popped an instant hard-on. Perhaps if Billy hadn't possessed a ten-inch penis could he have avoided some embarrassment, but he'd yet found a pair of pants or jeans that could disguise or hide the problem.
Now Billy sat in his French class, trying to pay attention to what the attractive French teacher was saying. Instead, his mind continually shifted to the healthy amount of cleavage she displayed, showing off a golden tan. Billy tented his tight jeans to such a degree that it was touching the bottom of his desk. Everyone in the room began pointing and whispering.
"Billy Turner!" yelled the teacher. This is the third time this week I've had you interrupt class. If you cannot control yourself, you are to leave this room immediately!"
Humiliated, Billy gathered his things and awkwardly walked out of the room, his erection on display for all to see.
"My God," said one of the girls. "That would handicap someone."
Billy bolted out the door and ran down the hallway, out of the school. By the time he stopped running, he'd made it all the way to the park and he grabbed a seat by the pond. As far as Billy knew, not many students took advantage of the park. He buried his head in his hands.
"Why?" he screamed. "Why can't I be normal?"
Just then, a little green gnome popped out of the bush, startling Billy.
"Perhaps I can help you with that," said the funny little creature. "I'm Abe, the Wishing Gnome. I may grant you one wish, anything you like."
"Wait a minute. Is this a joke?" asked Billy.
"I assure you it's not a joke. I also know all about your problem. i was sent specifically to you from my master. You are easily stimulated sexually. As such, it has led to many embarrassing situations for you. Your classmates and teachers look at you in disgust and bully you. For years, you have had to put up with their torment."
As the gnome reminded Billy of all those humiliating situations he'd been subjected to, it got Billy rather angry, and he blurted out, "Yeah, I wish everyone had to experience my problem. I can't help it that I am horny every waking moment of every single day!"
"Excuse me, sir," said the gnome, raising his hands. "I was reminding you of your problems, so that you would make a wish to be normal, to be like someone that can control their hormones."
"Of course I would wish for that...," said Billy, "... if what you say is true... that you're a wishing gnome?"
"But you just wished for something else. You just wished for others to be like you."
"Oh, I was just speaking hypothetically, when you were reminding me about all the bullying I've gone through. If people understood what I go through everyday, they wouldn't bully me."
"Well, that's the thing. It is what you wished for. For people to be like you!"
"But we were just having a conversation. I wasn't making a wish."
"I'm sorry, Billy, it's too late. You said, and I quote, 'I wish everyone had to experience my problem,' and you were referring to your hormones, as well as the students and teachers of your school. Perhaps you don't understand, Billy, but you have made your wish. You see, I'm a Wishing Gnome. The act is autonomous, and it begins the moment you wish for something."
"Well, that's unfair. I didn't know there were rules."
"It's NOT a rule, it just IS. I am sorry. What's done is done. You know, I must admit, I am really upset that the folks who have such a great opportunity to do something good for themselves, or others, just keep making terrible wishes."
Abe shook his head in disdain and hopped back in the bushes, disappearing.
"That was crazy. And uh... no, it can't be real." Billy realized he was talking to himself.
Billy had one more class today, Drama. It was the least favorite of all his classes, because he was guaranteed to get an erection the moment he got there. There were twice as many girls than guys and many dressed provocatively enough to get Billy's cock cemented constantly. Billy always made his way far to the back of the room and typically disengaged from participating in group activities. Still, he did enough to pass the class to the teacher's satisfaction. Perhaps Miss Vanderbilt was empathetic to his problem, because she rarely called on him.
As Billy scrambled to make his way to the rear of the class, he noticed two of the girls seated already. They were kind of squirming in their seats. It was another ten minutes before the rest of the students clamored into the large room, followed by Miss Gloria Vanderbilt, who wore a thin, pink summer dress. Billy could clearly see the indentions of her hard nipples, of what must have been C-cups, protruding through the thin fabric.
"So, Rebecca and Jonathon were going to rehearse the end of Romeo & Juliette. We're going to do two different interpretations of this scene, so play close attention."
Rebecca Smith and Jonathon Livingston were two of the more popular students in class. Frankly, it was well-deserved, as both were charismatic. They commanded the stage with grace, and a nuanced realism. Billy actually enjoyed watching them rehearse scenes, but Rebecca's lithe, pert body made it difficult for Billy not to react sometimes. Once, Rebecca wore a tube top for a scene and Billy almost ejaculated in his jeans. His penis hurt for hours after that, from the stress of holding it back.
Rebecca was now in jeans and a t-shirt, Jonathon the same. It was midway through the scene that Billy noticed Rebecca's crotch area was dark. More to the point, it was damp. He could tell all the way from the back of the room. Glancing at Jon, Billy noticed the student-actor holding a position that would hide an erection, if he were indeed having one. Clever.
