Amy's Got Questions, pt 1 of 2

Written by Uncle Pan

"What makes boys' peepees get big?" Eight year old Amy McPherson was asking the question of her best friend, nine year old Laura Bingham. They were spending the night together at Laura's house and had just gotten into their sleeping attire and crawled into bed. They were lying side by side, whispering because the lights were out and they were supposed to be going to sleep. Laura looked at Amy and shaking her head as she answered even though Amy couldn't see her shaking her head, she replied, "I haven't the faintest idea. I didn't even know they could get like that. I thought they were always wrinkled and flabby like wet noodles. Like Jimmy Webster's used to be when we were little and he and I used to show ourselves to each other."

"Well, I guess mostly they are," said Amy, "but they can get big and hard and stick up in the air without anything even touching them," said Amy.

"That's amazing. How come you know about that?" asked Laura, curiously.

"I was spending the night with Polly Sherman last week. And when her fifteen year old brother Roger went in to take his bath Polly said we should go in and watch him. She said he likes it when she comes in to watch him take his bath, and she said he especially likes it when she brings in one of her friends. And so that's what we did."

"You mean you and Polly just walked into the bathroom while he was taking a bath? Didn't he lock the door?"

"Nope. Polly said none of them in her family ever lock the door, not even when they're doing pooh. Of course, I can't imagine anyone wanting to come in to see somebody doing pooh. I mean, there's not that much to see, but it would smell godawful. Anyway we went in the bathroom and stood next to the tub and there was Roger lying flat on his back without a stitch of clothes on, which I guess is not all that unusual when you're in the bathtub taking a bath."

"Was there water in the tub?" asked Laura.

"Yeah, but there wasn't enough to cover his top side. You could see his boy thing plain as the nose on your face."

"Was he washing himself?" asked Laura.

"No, he wasn't using soap or a washcloth, at least not while we watched him. He was just lying on his back in the tub with his eyes closed. At first his thing was shrunken and flabby, but after a minute he opened his eyes and scoped out me and Polly hanging over the tub looking down at him, and right before our eyes his boy thing started to get real big and stiff. I swear it like to doubled in size and it ended up standing all by itself. I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing, it was like . . . alive."

"What did it look like?" asked a breathless Laura, instinctively reaching down to scratch a sudden itch between her legs. "Well, it was like he had an extra finger growing between his legs, a big, fat finger. It looked just like a thick pole with most of the pole covered with loose, flabby skin, skin that looks something like a chicken's skin after its feathers are plucked. There was hair growing in a patch above the pole, and there was some stringy hair growing on the sak below. And the pole has a helmet sitting on top, looking very different from the rest of it. The helmet has smooth skin, not wrinkled, and it's colored red turning to purple. And it has a slit at the top, which I guess is where the pee comes out." "That's unbelievable," said Laura. "You're right there," said Amy. "Did he just lie there, or did he do something?" asked Laura. ......(cont)



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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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