Growing boy-1

“Yeah, I fucked her good.” Eric’s head jerked up when he heard that. He looked around and saw that he was very nearly alone. There were only four other boys who hadn’t been able to leave school yet. They were clustered in the rear of the locker room and evidently the talk had turned to girls.

“I bet you did,” said a ninth-grader, named Charles, sarcastically.

“Damn right,” said the other boy. He was also in the ninth grade. His name was Bobby, as best as Eric could remember. Bobby grabbed his crotch and gave it a squeeze.

“Not with that little pencil-dick of yours,” said Charles, “I’ve seen you in the showers.”

“Mine’s as big as yours when it’s hard,” said Bobby.

Charles reached down to the front of his pants and began to stroke the cloth covered lump there. “OK, let’s find out. Make a hard-on, if you can, and we’ll see,” he said.

Bobby began massage his crotch in earnest. He looked over at the two eighth-graders, who had been sitting nearby, and said, “You guys need to get in on this. Let’s see what you’ve got.”