Growing boy-1

“I need a specimen of whatever it is that you’re talking about. Do you think that you could masturbate into this?” she asked as she handed him a plastic cup.

“Right here, in front of you?” he said, certain that he couldn’t.

She was tempted to tell him yes, but Sara said, “No, honey, you can go in the bathroom.”

He took the cup and headed for the small bathroom at the back of the infirmary. Halfway there Eric’s nerve faltered, he turned and said, “This might take a while.”

“Try to finish before the end of school,” Sara said dryly. That was two hours away.

Eric closed the bathroom door. The room was clean, brightly lit and smelled of antiseptic and soap. He pulled down his pants and winced as his bare skin touched the cold toilet lid. It was almost like jacking off at home. But at home he would have sneaked one of his mother’s fashion magazines into the bathroom. His cock began to lengthen and fill as the thought of fashion models in lacy bras filled his mind. He loved the sight of creamy breasts swelling above formfitting satin cups.