"What the hell is wrong with you Rick, you some kind of pervert?"
My dad was yelling at the top of his lungs. I hurried into my bed room, closing the door behind me. The problem was my erection. For the last week I get hard for no reason at all. I stay hard, or at least semi hard, for hours. I know a normal eighteen year old guy will get a hard-on, but not like this. I tried to whack it off, but it would still be swollen enough, that it looked the same as when I started. My dad would see my bulge and yell at me, telling me to go to my room, so much, that my mom and sister would warn me when dad's car came in the drive.
I only came out of my room when dad was not home or I had to take a leak. I didn't eat at our dinner table because dad would go ballistic and ruin everybody's meal. I would try to eat before dad got home, but sometimes mom or my sister, Trish, would bring a plate into my room.
Mom had taken me to the doctors office, but he said I was fine, just a little more libido than normal. I wasn't so sure about having extra libido, but I sure had the glares from everyone in the waiting room.
I went straight to my room when I got home from the doctors.. Mom followed and stood in the doorway. I was sulking and mom wanted to try and help me out of my gloom.
"Rick honey, can't you...take matters into your own hands?"
"Mom, I tried everything. It does what it's supposed to do, it just won't go soft."
Mom turned and left. Thirty minutes later, my twenty year old sister, Trish, knocked on my door. I always liked to talk with Trish, she was two years older than me but, much wiser, I thought.
"Hi Rick. Mom told me about the doctor's visit. If I can help...in anyway... I will."
Trish turned and left. Did she say what I think she said? No, I'm just not thinking right. Dad would be home soon, so it was too late to get something to eat in the kitchen I hoped Trish or mom would bring me in a plate.
Dad came home and was in a somewhat better mood, probably because I wasn't there. I could hear my parents talking, and knew it was about me. Dad's voice would get loud and mom would hush him. It sounded like mom was telling dad it wasn't my fault about, my condition. There was a knock on my door, it was dad.
"Son, I'm sorry for the rough treatment I've been giving you...I guess I just don't understand about these things."
He stood there for a few seconds, turned and walked away. I figured I'd stay in my room until this was all over with. Trish brought me in a tray of food, and asked if I wanted company while I ate. I said I was fine and she could leave, but she stayed and made small talk, taking my mind off my problem, for a little while. Trish told me that she was working on a solution to my dilemma, but would not go into any details yet. I was sure that if the doctor couldn't help, Trish wouldn't be able to either.
I had just fallen asleep when there was a knock at the door. It was Trish. She came in and had a smile on her I hadn't seen for quite awhile.
"Rick I have it, a solution, I have it."
"What are you talking about Trish, what solution, tell me."
"I've talked this plan over with mom, and she thinks it might work too. Rick you're going to love it"
"You're not making any sense Trish, love what?"