Growing boy-1

“It hasn’t hurt much,” said Eric.

“Hop up on the examination table and we’ll take a look at it.”

Eric pulled his pants down to his knees and took a seat. Sara noted once more the substantial bulge in Eric’s shorts, but first things first. She unwrapped the stretch bandage and then gently pulled away the gauze from his leg. The scar was pink with a little scabbing, nothing to worry about. “That looks fine. I don’t think we’ll have to amputate,” she teased.

“Oh thank goodness,” said Eric as if he had really been worried. The two talked for a few more minutes about school as she changed his bandage.

Sara kept glancing at Eric’s crotch. In the past week she had been telling herself that the apparent size of his dick had been a trick of perspective, that it really wasn’t the monster she remembered. She had debated with herself as to whether or not she ought to try for another look. This morning her curiosity, and frankly, her lust won out. “Eric, you remember that semen sample you gave me last week?”