Growing boy-1

“Maybe a little,” said Eric. He moved his hands to reveal a ragged tear in his pants and a line of blood.

“Go to the nurse’s office,” said Ms. Cane, “we’ll sort this out later.” Eric clamped his hand over his burning inner thigh and limped up the stairs to the school building.

Sara Miller was the school’s nurse. She was a pixyish woman with spiky blonde hair and large liquid brown eyes. She looked up as Eric entered the infirmary. She spotted the blood on his pants right away. “What happened to you?” she asked with concern.

Eric told her the story of the short lived shoving match. Sara nodded and said, “OK, pull down your pants and we’ll take a look.” She turned to a supply cabinet and began to pull out gauze, tape and antiseptics.

Eric pulled down his pants and saw that the wound ran under the leg of his boxer shorts, so he went ahead and pulled down his shorts too. His leg was aching so much that he wasn’t concerned about modesty.

Sara turned back to Eric and almost dropped her supplies. Eric was seated on the exam table, his pants and shorts pulled down to his knees. He was looking at the scar on his leg and kneading the muscle of his thigh in obvious discomfort. Sara glanced at his scar, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off Eric’s cock and balls. They were the biggest that she had ever seen on any boy, or on any man for that matter. His scrotum looked as if it contained a couple of tennis balls, and his cock lay draped over those cum eggs like a fleshy shriveled hose. Sara was amazed at its size and the thing wasn’t even hard.