Growing boy-1

“Certainly,” she answered.

Eric was suddenly shy. He was wondering about something and he didn’t know who to ask. He tried not to ask his mother about stuff like this because she was capable of snapping his head off over the least thing. Besides, Ms. Miller was a nurse and she should know. “It’s about my penis,” he finally managed to mumble. “Sometimes stuff comes out of it.”

“You mean besides urine,” said Sara.

“Yeah.”

Let’s jerk those pants back off and check that puppy out, thought Sara. But what she said was, “Well, it usually happens in older boys, but it’s normal to see drops of a clear fluid from time to time.”

“It’s a lot more than a few drops,” Eric said.

Gallons of cum from those big balls, I bet, sounded in Sara’s mind. She put her fingers to her mouth for a second just in case what she was thinking tried to leak out. Actually, she was concerned. Maybe the boy really had some disease that was making his gonads balloon up. “Eric,” she said softly, “do you masturbate?”

Eric blushed to the tips of his ears. Yes, he masturbated. Ever since that first orgasm in his bath a couple of years ago, he’d done it on a daily basis, sometimes more often. At first there had been only that fantastic feeling, but after a couple of months he began to see a burble of clear liquid on the tip of his cock after he came. At first he thought that it was pee, but as the weeks went on, there was more and more of the syrupy stuff. “Uh… yeah,” he answered.