For those of you who are interested to know whether the theory of nominative determinism has a basis in fact, one only has to meet Everard to obtain proof of its validity.
Everard was just fourteen years old and since he seemed always to be ‘ever ‘ard’, one might say that his baptismal name suited him perfectly. It wasn’t entirely Everard’s fault, but his life had spiralled out of control to an extent that underlined his mother’s quite unintentional foresight in choosing her son’s name. Let me attempt to describe the events which caused the young teen boy to so readily live up to his name.
Everard had a brother, Lance, who, at the age of eleven, was almost three years his junior. Like most if not all boys his age, Everard was a frequent masturbator and it is this aspect of his young life that would cause him so much torment and humiliation. You see one day Everard started to develop fantasies about being caught jerking off.
It all began as he was lying in bed one afternoon after school. As usual as soon as he got home he’d rushed upstairs straight to his bedroom, eager to get wanking. He’d been horny all day, but hadn’t had any opportunity to do anything about it. He stripped off his school uniform and was lying on his bed playing with his stiff penis when he heard his kid brother come upstairs with a couple of his friends and race to Lance’s bedroom next door to Everard’s. Their bedrooms were separated by a thin partition wall. Everard listened as the boys started squabbling, jumping about and being generally noisy as they fought over something about which Everard neither knew nor cared.
Ignoring the noise from the next room, Everard carried on masturbating not bothering to consider the consequences of leaving his bedroom door unlocked as he closed his eyes and thought about one of his classmates he'd seen in the school showers earlier in the day. Everard started to edge himself, maximising his enjoyment as he imagined what it would be like to hold his classmate’s impressive nob and give it a good feel. Wondering if the boy would be up for a mutual wank, Everard held back from his climax causing him to ooze a little pre-cum which he used to help fully retract his foreskin. He loved playing with it, slipping the foreskin back and forth over the glans as he enjoyed the heightened sensation this gave him, but careful to hold back until he was ready to shoot his load of boy-juice.
Everard was so wrapped up in his thoughts as he pleasured himself that when his mother marched into his room unannounced with a pile of his clean clothes to put away in his wardrobe, he barely had time to roll over onto his tummy to hide what he’d been doing. It had been a close call. He hadn’t heard his mother on the landing what with all the noise from his brother’s bedroom, but Everard wasn’t so naive as to think his mother didn’t know what he was doing. He pleaded with her to leave.
“Not until I've put this washing away, darling,” his mother replied, her head appearing from behind the pile of clothes. When she saw how Everard was lying naked on his bed with his pert, bare bottom facing her, she rolled her eyes towards the ceiling with a scarcely suppressed “tut”. She knew exactly what Everard was up to... and he knew she knew, which made the whole situation for him even worse. The noise from the next room grew louder. Everard pushed his face into his pillow, unable to look at his mum putting his clothes away as he heard his younger brother having fun with his friends in the next room.
Everard turned his head to peek at his mother and saw she was nodding towards the bedroom wall: “You should be more careful in future, Everard... just think what it would be like for you if your little brother had run in here with his friends and caught you on your bed with no clothes on,” she paused, looked at Everard’s guilty red face, then added a piece of advice, “If I were you I’d lock your bedroom door in future…” leaving Everard in little doubt that she did know what he was up to lying naked on his bed after school.
As she left, Everard’s mother sighed, shook her head and said to herself: “Boys! They never learn…”
Everard turned and rolled over onto his back. His bedroom door was still unlocked. His mum was right, of course he should have thought to lock his door. But as he moved to get up and do just that, Everard paused and for reasons he didn’t understand, he stopped, collapsed back onto his bed and started to think what it would be like to be caught masturbating by his kid brother, Lance. As he took hold of his hard boy-cock once more, Everard imagined how it would feel if his little brother discovered his secret. He thought of the power that knowledge would give Lance. Everard’s mind began to race with thoughts of his having to beg his brother not to tell anyone; how he’d be forced to plead that he’d do anything, anything at all so long as Lance didn’t tell on him. Then, in a sudden frenzy, spurred on by these strange new ideas Everard climaxed, spraying out ropes of thin boy-cum up over his chest and onto his neck. It was one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever experienced.
Everard lay panting on his bed wide-eyed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to believe, or even understand why the thought of being caught was so exciting. One thing he did know was that in the midst of the anxiety he’d somehow conjured up he’d given himself the means to achieve the most incredible cum in his young life. As he calmed down and slowly relaxed, Everard knew he’d discovered something, a new thrill which needed serious investigation.
That night as he lay in his bed, his hand inside his pyjama shorts casually stroking his penis, Everard mulled over what had been constantly on his mind all evening. Little did he realise it, but thoughts of his kid brother catching him masturbating were rapidly in danger of becoming an obsession. He pictured himself lying naked as Lance walked in on him. Desperately he would try to cover his raging erection with both hands; he would beg his younger brother not to to tell anyone what he saw. Then he visualised the mischievous grin which he knew would light up Lance’s face when he realised the hold he had over his masturbating older brother. Everard could almost hear the little boy squealing with delight as he mocked and made fun of him, making him take his hands away and show him his erect penis dribbling boyish pre-cum.
It was only by his swift action in flinging back the bed sheets and hastily pulling open his pyjama-top before he ejaculated that Everard managed to avoid leaving evidence his mother would be bound to notice. This time Everard was shocked at the intensity of his orgasm when he dreamt about Lance humiliating him. He lay panting after his exertions. Thoughts of being caught jerking off had already supplanted the image of his classmate in the showers at school, the boy he’d been picturing as he masturbated before being interrupted by his mother earlier in the day.
Over the coming days Everard slowly became bolder, daring himself to put himself in increasing danger of being caught wanking by his little brother. At first he deliberately left his door unlocked when he heard Lance next door in his room. However when he saw the key in the door as he stroked his hard-on Everard guessed it would be too easy for him to simply turn the key and lock himself in his room, as his mother had advised him to do, and chicken out of his self imposed dare.
He decided to do something about it and the next day, on his way to school, he took his bedroom door key with him. With his heart thumping, he tossed the key into some undergrowth. Everard knew it was utter madness to throw away the key, but from now on there would be no means of ensuring privacy in his bedroom when he wanted to masturbate. He told himself that Lance might walk in at any time. Immediately he felt his penis pressing hard against his underpants. The thought had given Everard a boner and filled him with nervous excitement as he began to count down the hours until he would be back in his room after school. He eagerly imagined how he’d feel naked, masturbating with no means to lock his bedroom door anymore.
When his mother saw the key was missing and asked him what had happened to it, a blushing Everard told her he’d lost it. She frowned and, as if reading her son’s mind, added: “I hope you know what you’re doing…”
His mother’s observation, although hugely embarrassing, nevertheless excited Everard even more. It was as if she knew what he was up to, but as it was even she didn’t think her son was getting a kick out of what he was doing. “Boys do the stupidest things,” summed up her thoughts and she put it down to some sort of silly dare game Everard was playing egged on by his friends from school.
Now, with the key gone, whenever he heard Lance playing with his friends in the next room Everard, shaking with nerves, but as horny and excited as only a young teen boy can be, would get completely undressed. He would stand facing his bedroom door and masturbate. His anxiety was intense, but this so heightened the exquisite feelings he was experiencing that he had to be careful not to cum too quickly.
To begin with Everard would leave his clothes within reach, so that if he did hear Lance outside his room on the landing he would be able to grab something and cover up before his door was opened. But that would be too easy, Everard thought, so he dared himself to put his clothes away, out of sight and out of reach, so that if his kid brother should barge in, he would have no choice but to be caught naked masturbating.
Needless to say each time he carried out this self-imposed dare the result was an explosive orgasm, leaving Everard to wipe his bedroom door clean after splattering it with boy-cum.
When he wasn’t caught by Lance the thrill subsided and Everard realised he’d have to make his dares more demanding, so one afternoon a few days later he had another idea.
Everard had been mooching around downstairs and generally getting in his mother’s way. Lance had brought his friends back to the house after soccer practice and raced upstairs to Lance’s bedroom. The young boys were still full of energy and even before they’d reached the top of the stairs, Everard could hear them squabbling. His mother had gone into the kitchen to prepare some food for the hungry boys, so Everard slipped upstairs to his room. Next door the boys had begun to jump around and it sounded as if they were bouncing on Lance’s bed playing some game or other.
Everard peeled off his clothes and naked, muttered the words, ‘you can do it’, as he dared himself to take hold of the doorknob. With his heart pounding he turned the handle, opened the door wide, and looked out onto the landing. Lance’s bedroom door was closed. Everard’s boy-cock was already hard and twitching. He was so hard that his foreskin had partially retracted, uncovering the glans, and a bubble of pre-cum could be seen on the tip of his penis.
Everard could hardly believe what he was doing, but he felt even more excited than ever listening to Lance and his friends, knowing the boys were so close by. At any moment they might tumble out of his brother’s room onto the landing and if Everard wasn’t quick enough in getting back into his bedroom he’d be seen standing naked through the open door with a hard-on. All these thoughts tumbled around in his head. He was so nervous as he stood looking through the doorway onto the landing. Yes, what would happen if he couldn’t get back inside his bedroom and close his door fast enough before the boys saw him? But this made the dare even more thrilling.
The one thing that remained clear to Everard was that he did not want to be caught. No boy in his right mind would and Everard, suddenly releasing the danger he was in, staggered back and sank onto his bed, his fist tight around his stiff cock. Jeez… maybe this was too much, he thought, but then he told himself he had to do it… he had set himself a dare and boys didn’t chicken out of dares - they do them, no questions asked.
There was no choice. A boy has his self-respect, so Everard stood up again and walked back to face his open bedroom door and stood on the threshold rubbing his stiff penis. His toes were actually on the landing. Lance and his friends sounded even noisier from where Everard stood, terrified that his brother would any second burst out onto the landing on their way to his mum’s kitchen for food. Yet he was more excited than he’d ever been.
Suddenly the boys stopped bouncing about on Lance’s bed and Everard heard the rattle of his little brother’s doorknob. Quickly Everard backed into his room and pushed his door closed as fast as he could before he heard Lance call out:
“You coming, Everard?!”
Everard actually was coming, but not in the way Lance meant. He’d only just managed to get his bedroom door closed before he ejaculated and shot spunk over it again. Boy-slime slithered down the door as Everard managed to blurt out that he’d be down in a second in a voice that he hoped didn’t betray his post-orgasmic state while he gasped for breath.
Everard couldn’t believe how amazing it had been; the feeling that he could so easily have been caught by his brother and his brother’s friends; the danger he’d put himself in; the whole exciting experience and of course the unbelievable cum!
Everard’s fantasies took over his waking life. He was rapidly becoming addicted to putting himself into ever increasing danger, but at the same time he was scared witless he’d be caught masturbating. Though being a horny fourteen year old teen he carried on regardless, swept up in the thrill of carrying out his self-imposed dares while thinking of ways to make them tougher for himself.
Saturday mornings after breakfast would see the boys, both still in their pyjamas, lounging around in the family room watching TV. Everard wearing an old T-shirt with loose-fitting pyjama shorts, while Lance wore his favourite Marvel Superheros fleece pyjama set. Everard knew from previous experience how tricky it was to hide a boner wearing his PJ shorts as mum didn’t allow the boys to wear underpants when dressed in their pyjamas. The fly on his shorts had a small button halfway down and Everard knew that if he left the button undone the material would gape wide open at the most inopportune moments. He also knew he should avoid thinking about anything that might turn him on, but Everard was so into his fantasy that he couldn’t help but think about what it would be like if Lance saw him with an erection poking out through the fly.
Whereas before when Lance had caught him with an obvious hard-on bulge, Everard had hated it and had found it genuinely embarrassing to be teased by his little brother, but now he found the prospect weirdly exciting. As it happened Lance had picked up on the fact that his older brother had become increasingly more shy over the past year. Before he would quite often see Everard naked, but he’d hardly seen him bare for ages. So whenever Lance did see his brother struggling to hide a very noticeable bulge appearing at crotch height, he would leap at the opportunity to tease Everard. He loved the way he could make Everard’s face turn bright red when he yelled out: “Everard’s got a boner! Everard’s got a boner!” His older brother would tell him to shut up, worried that their mother would hear and ask what all the noise was about.
So Everard was fully aware of what would happen if he ‘accidentally’ let Lance catch sight of his hard-on poking out through the open fly of his pyjama shorts. Lance would make so much noise he’d likely be forced fight with him to make him stop. So far Everard had managed to keep his erection covered; Lance hadn’t actually seen Everard’s penis in its fully aroused state. If he did see it, Everard knew Lance would never let him forget it.
Had Everard really considered the possible consequences of his obsession? Of course not. The only problem as far as Everard was concerned was whether he would have the courage to go through with his self-imposed dare. Just thinking about doing it gave Everard a raging boner as he lay in bed one Friday night.
The next day Everard forwent his usual early morning wank, so determined was he to carry out his dare and expose his stiff penis to Lance’s gaze. This meant he was already sporting a full hard-on when he clambered out of bed. He did his best to try and make his stiffy less stiff by thinking of the science homework he needed to finish before he handed it in on Monday morning. It helped, but even so, when he walked into the family room to find Lance lying full length on the carpet watching cartoons, Everard still had a semi rubbing against his PJ shorts. He grabbed a bean-bag and pushed it against the sofa, then sat down a few feet behind and to one side of his brother. Everard pushed his hips from side-to-side as he settled a bit deeper into the cushion, ostensibly to watch the cartoons, but in reality so that he could hide his growing erection until he’d hyped himself up enough to carry out his dare.
Everard loved playing with himself, but in some odd way, known only to teenage boys, he thought masturbating was childish, something that older boys didn’t do; a sign of weakness even. For his little brother to see his erection or, quelle horreur, to find out that he masturbated, was for Everard to risk losing the superior status that an older boy was entitled to enjoy over his younger sibling.
But that’s what drove his fantasy… the ‘what ifs’. What if Lance knew he masturbated? What if that meant he lost his authority over his little brother? What if Lance was in charge? What if he, Everard, had to submit and do whatever Lance ordered him to do? Everard’s heart was pounding at the very thought and it continued to pump ever more blood into his engorged member.
Did Everard really want to end up in this situation? Of course not. He was fourteen, a teenager, well over a foot taller than Lance, and besides teenagers didn’t listen to kids of eleven and allow them to take control… but, what if? For some reason unknown to Everard, that’s precisely why he had lifted his knees up to his chest, to hide his raging hard-on as these thoughts continued to torment him. Barely able to control himself, Everard carefully undid the button that held the fly of his PJ shorts closed. Now the slightest movement would cause his stiff penis to poke out through the gap.
Lance twisted his head round to look at his brother. He wasn’t stupid. He could see Everard was hiding something by the way he had his arms wrapped around his legs, squeezing his thighs against his body.
“What are you doing?” he asked, “... you hiding something?” Then Lance’s face lit up and despite Everard’s evident discomfort, blurted out: “You’ve got a boner! I bet you’ve got a boner!”
Within seconds Lance had spring up: “Let me see! Let me see! Let me see!”
Just at that very moment mum stepped into the room: “What’s all this noise about?” she asked, although neither interested in, nor expecting an answer, “and why are you sitting there all scrunched up like that, Everard?”
Lance was giggling by this point. He thought mum didn’t know why his brother was sat on the bean-bag with his hands round his legs. ‘Cos he’d got a boner obviously! Well, Lance didn’t know that for sure, but why else would Everard be shielding the front of his PJ shorts from view?
Mum got to the point: “You didn’t finish your chores last night, Everard… You know the bins have to be put out this morning. Why didn’t you do it last night like I told you to? Go and do it now.”
Lance started to snigger. This was going to be fun. He was sure he was right about the boner.
“Come on, Everard, get a move on or you’ll miss the binmen… chop, chop!”
Everard wasn’t having it, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. How could he stand up in front of his mum and Lance without them seeing his hard-on? It was all very well fantasising about being caught with an erection, but no boy in his right mind wanted it to actually happen… least of all Everard, especially in front of his little brother with his mother watching.
He did the only thing he could do and prevaricated: “I’m not dressed yet…”
Mum wasn’t having that: “I don’t think anyone’s going to mind if they see you in your jimmy-jams… now get a move on.”
“I’ll do it in a minute, mum…”
“You’ll do it this minute, Tugger!”
Everard’s face turned crimson. Lance saw this and wondered what mum meant. Whatever it was, Lance could see the embarrassment it caused by Everard’s reaction. He watched as his brother began to move forward and twist to one side. Everard was clearly attempting to minimise the chances of them seeing what was going on between his legs. Everard crouched forward, facing away from his mother, as he slowly got to his feet
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Tugger! What do you think you’re doing?” his mum said, exasperated at watching Everard’s performance.
There it was; that word again. Mum called him ‘Tugger’, Lance said to himself. He had no idea what the word meant, but whatever it was, Lance had seen the way Everard responded the second it was spoken. Then Lance saw his brother leap forward with both hands pressed against the front of his pyjama shorts, clearly in a hurry to get out of the room. Lance thought he’d see what would happen if he said mum’s new name for his brother.
“Hurry up, Tugger!” he cried and was rewarded by a filthy look from his older brother.
“Shut up!” Everard scowled.
Lance grinned: “Boner! Boner!” he cried as Everard shuffled towards the door on his way out.
Lance reckoned he’d never seen Everard’s face so red.
“That’s enough, Lance!” Mum snapped, then her eyes focused on Everard. She sighed and shook her head: “Honestly, can’t you learn to control yourself?”
Everard raced down the hall to the kitchen. Jeez, that was a close thing. It definitely wasn’t supposed to happen like this. No matter how much Everard’s fantasies excited him in private, it made the thought of being caught ever more frightening. It was unbelievably embarrassing having his mum call him ‘Tugger’ in front of Lance. It was her way of letting Everard know that she knew what he really got up to in his bedroom in spite of asking him with an innocent smile why he took so long to do his homework after school every day.
Now Lance would pester Everard to tell him what ‘Tugger’ meant and that was something he would never do; tell Lance how their mum knew he masturbated. That wouldn’t stop Lance though. He’d call him Tugger, and wouldn’t stop calling him Tugger, however much Everard would tell him not to. In fact, as Everard well knew, if he told Lance to stop calling him Tugger, it would only encourage him to call him Tugger even more.
By the time he’d reached the kitchen Everard’s penis was poking out of the front of his pyjama shorts. He’s not been able to do up the fly button again, so Everard had kept it closed with a clenched hand as he scarpered down the hallway. He gave up the struggle when he was out of view of his mum and Lance and loosened his grip on his pyjama shorts. Everard walked around the kitchen to the cupboard where the recycling bins were kept with his penis pointing vertically out from the open fly. Unthinkingly he took hold of his stiffy as he looked at the bins he’d have to lug all the way down the drive in readiness for the kerbside collection. Everard looked down at himself and tried to push his penis back inside the shorts, but without the button done up the slightest movement made it pop out again.
“What are you doing?”
Everard hadn’t realised Lance, who’d followed him quietly into the kitchen, was standing behind him a few feet away.
“Nothing… taking the bins out, what d’you think?”
“You were doing something… I saw you.”
“Go away… Leave me alone will you…”
“You were,” Lance said accusingly, then added maliciously, “Tugger…”
Everard gritted his teeth. “Stop saying that…” he said under his breath and picked up one of the bins. He held it up against himself and swung round in a way that he thought the bin would shield his erection.
But eagle-eyed Lance got a glimpse of the stiff rod. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. It was the first time he’d seen his older brother with a full on erection and he was stunned at its size.
“You have got a boner… WOW it’s big!”
Everard dropped the bin which crashed onto the kitchen floor. “Leave me alone, can’t you! Just leave me alone!” he yelled at his brother as he quickly pushed his boner back into his PJ shorts.
The boys were interrupted by their mother’s voice: “Will you two stop arguing!”
Lance couldn’t help himself: “Everard’s got a boner!!”
“And is that stopping him from doing his chores?” mum wanted to know. “I hope not…” It was a statement of fact, not a query and Everard got the message, but in truth he just wanted to get the bins out, get the chore over and done with, then to escape back to his bedroom for his overdue morning wank.
With his hard-on pushing against his PJ shorts and in danger of making itself visible, Everard lugged the bins down the drive. Mum had sent Lance back to the living room while she stood at the back door watching Everard. She wondered what he was up to; there had to be more to this, she thought. While she was sure Lance didn’t understand what she meant by calling Everard ‘Tugger’, she knew Everard understood her all right. What she couldn’t quite grasp was why her oldest son had got himself into the situation in the first place. Are boys really that stupid? He must have known what would happen if he didn’t put the bins out last night. The must have known he’s end up being teased by Lance. And his penis… I mean I know he’s fourteen and he can’t keep his hands off it, but really… an erection when he’s made to finish his chores? What’s that all about?
Everard’s mother was well aware that her son would have had plenty of time to masturbate before he got up and emerged from his bedroom. Heavens to betsy, she thought, I mean the number of mornings I’ve had to yell up and tell him to get a move on, that his breakfast’s ready, when I’m pretty damn sure what’s holding him up, or rather what it is he’s holding up that’s causing the delay.
Blushing, with his head bowed trying to avoid eye contact with his mother, Everard turned back up the driveway with his hands clasping his PJ shorts again.
As he approached the door his mother stopped him.
“Just a minute… I want a word with you young man…”
Everard’s heart was thumping as he looked up and met his mother’s eyes. There was guilt written all over his face as Everard wondered what was coming. He clutched the front of his pyjama shorts tighter.
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