Growing boy-1

“Are you making a mess in there?” his mother’s harsh voice called through the closed bathroom door.

“No, ma’am,” Eric said immediately. He didn’t want her charging in to see for herself.

“Stop playing around then; it’s time to get out, and you better be clean,” she said.

“Yes ma’am,” Eric said. He opened the drain on the tub and stood. His penis was back to its soft state and didn’t seem to be any the worse for whatever had just happened.

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Eric stood over home plate with bat in hand. He was twelve years of age now, and playing softball during school recess was one of his favorite things. He had already been at bat twice, hitting homeruns both times. The field on which they played held three ball diamonds without any fences between them, so any hits that got past an outfielder had a chance to bounce and roll an inordinate distance.

The score was tied and recess time was nearly over. Eric was likely to be the last batter. The pitch came in and Eric swung as if he were trying to flatten the ball. He didn’t catch the ball solidly, but it still managed to sail over the third baseman’s head and go bounding into the outfield. Eric ran to first base and headed to second. He saw his good friend, Adam, get his glove on the ball, and Eric slowed to stop at second. Adam fumbled with the ball, dropping it to the ground. “Run, go, go, go,” Eric heard from the bench. Jose Williams, who valued winning above breathing, was screaming for him to take third base.