About Growing Up

  I am thinking of a boy who lives a couple of houses away. As a little rascal Jerry was always doing something. I remember one time when he was about three, he took off all his clothes to pee in the front yard. His little peter was almost invisible. Everybody who saw him laughed, except his mother. Boy was she embarrassed. Time goes by. The kid is a teenager now. 

 One day last week the mail carrier left some of their mail at our house. I figured somebody would be home because of the "shelter in place" orders, just as I was at home myself. So I put on a face mask and walked to their house. I rang the doorbell and waited. I could hear music and there were lights on in the house. I rang again. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming" Jerry yelled. 

 The door jerked open. Jerry had an exasperated, impatient look on his face. But there was more than his face to look at. Jerry was wearing nothing but a pair of nylon basketball shorts. Bright, shiny, baggy and seriously revealing. There was no way to escape the bulge of his erection. The shadow of his boner was thick and slightly curved. It was not fully vertical but aimed slightly off-center. Its shaft was crowned by the unmistakable outline of his circumcised head. 

 

 Thanks to the shorts, Jerry's manhood was not only clearly displayed but unmistakable hard. All I could say was 

"Your mail." 

 He grabbed the letter out of my hand and was already closing the door before I could add "Hope I didn't interrupt anything." In answer I heard the "click" of Jerry locking the deadbolt. That is the same Jerry who pulled the cute nude stunt twelve years earlier. Yes, they grow up.

 

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