Poked, prodded, and yes even hooked. That is an accurate description of my cock (sorry, I can't think of a more appropriate word; johnson, sausage, and genitalia just don't seem right) after a day at elementary school. These kids are relentless and as single-minded as a dog with a hand waving food tauntingly in front of its nose. They attacked in waves. Yes, these kids had a battle plan that two slapping hands and waist gymnastics couldn't stop. I am sad to say that today I lost the battle of young awkward school boy gayness by a sizable margin. But luckily all parts of me survived, and I live to fight another day. I am seriously thinking of investing in battle armor aka a cup. Assuming they have my size. Oh snap! and Zing! on all the Asian men out there.
Maybe I will spread the rumor that touching other boys' cocks makes yours smaller.