The Age of Discovery – Part Six (Exhib, Humil, mmfffFF)
By Hooked6
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The Age of Discovery – Part Six (mmmmfffFF,Exhib,Humil)
By Hooked6

The next morning I awakened with a hard-on. I felt funny inside. Thoughts of Susan filled my mind as I laid there trying to wake-up. I couldn't quite put a finger on it but it felt as though she had some type of magic spell on me. It was as though my mind could think of nothing else but her! I also felt a little queasiness in the pit of my stomach. The more I thought about Susan the harder my penis seemed to get. It was then I heard my mom stirring downstairs along with the familiar smell of freshly brewing coffee. My thoughts turned to trying to make my woody go away. It was only a matter of time before my mom would call me down to breakfast. If she saw me like that I'd be in a world of hurt now that things had gone so far.

"JOHNNY . . ." my mom called up from downstairs.

"BE RIGHT DOWN MOM . . ." I responded hurriedly. Now I began to panic. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my pants. I had them half way on before I remembered my mom's rule about not putting anything on or taking anything off unless she told me too.

"JOHNNY, BREAKFAST IS READY. YOU CAN'T SLEEP ALL DAY YOU KNOW . . ."

"I'M COMING MOM," I quickly replied almost before she was finished speaking. I pinched my arm hard like Susan did the day before as I scurried around my room. Much to my surprise it worked! I was soft again.

Upon reaching the kitchen my mom looked me over, smiled gently and asked, "So how are you feeling today?"

"Fine," I replied and quickly sat down.

My mom came over and felt my forehead. "Well, you don't seem to have a fever are you sure you are alright?"

"Yes mom," I answered impatiently. I hated it went she doted on me like that.

"Well, just to be sure you had better get dressed. I don't think it's a good idea for you to be running around without clothes if you might be coming down with something." She then put my breakfast plate in front of me at the table and went back to the kitchen counter.

"Okay mom, whatever you say." I was never so glad to be told to get dressed as I was just then! Finally I could live like a normal boy!!

After breakfast I ran upstairs and put on some clothes and went to the front room to watch TV. Later, my mom came in holding a large bag. Honey will you do me a favor?"

"Um, I guess."

"Would you take these serving plates over to Mrs. Handy's for me? She's having some guests over for dinner tonight and needs these."

"Okay mom."

"Be CAREFUL with those, they're glass."

"Oh mom, why do you do that? It's not like I'm a kid anymore. You can trust me. I'll just go and get my shoes and be on my way." I then took the bag carefully from my mom and went up to my room. No sooner had I left my room I remembered that stupid jar. Oh heck, I thought I'll only be gone a minute. I left the jar under my pillow and headed for the stairs when another thought popped into my head – what if my mom finds it while I'm gone? Man that would be a disaster! Quickly I retrieved the jar from its hiding place under my pillow and hid it in the paper bag loaded with mom's serving dishes.

I bid my mom a nervous goodbye and left the house. Man was that ever close! Just CARRYING that jar gave me a bad case of the heebie-jeebies! I was ever so glad she didn't want to check the bag one more time. Mrs. Handy lived five blocks away. The neighborhood was quiet this morning and the sounds of the early morning birds were beautiful. I slowed my pace and took time enjoy their music. Soon I found myself in front of the Miller's farm and thoughts of my near catastrophe with Mrs. Miller invaded my serenity. I stopped and stared off across the fields perhaps just to reassure myself that she wasn't about. A nervous feeling began welling up inside of me and I knew I had better high-tail it out of there before she caught me loitering and put two and two together. Deep down I didn't think she knew I was the boy that ran around her farm naked as she chased me, but I wasn't about to take any chances either.

"JOHNNY!" I heard a voice call out musically to me from behind. I immediately turned and saw three girls, Kim, Ann and Patty from my class.

"Oh hi girls," I said relieved that it wasn't Mrs. Miller.

"Where are you going?" Ann asked.

"Just taking these stupid serving dishes to Mrs. Handy for my mom," I explained holding out the large brown paper bag. "What are you girls doing in this neighborhood? Don't you live across town?"

"Well . . . we were looking for you, actually." Ann replied with a smile.

"You were? Why?"

Kim smiled awkwardly and blurted out before Ann could answer, "We have a message from Susan!" The girls all giggled out loud and then said almost in unison, "IT'S TIME TO GO TO WORK!"

My heart stopped dead in my chest! My mouth went dry and I had a hard time saying anything. I wasn't sure WHO was more embarrassed me or the girls! "What do you mean, go to work?" I asked cautiously. "I don't have a job." I was hoping that they had no idea what that innocent phrase they had uttered really meant.

Kim laughed all the louder. "You know what that means."

"Yeah where's the jar?" Ann asked excitedly.

THAT DID IT. I was convinced they knew for sure! "Look I . . . uh . . . I mean . . ."

Ann, smiling like a Cheshire cat, drew closer and continued, "Susan said to tell you that she couldn't make it over to your house and asked us to quickly find you. She said it's time and that you had better not delay or this won't work."

"Yeah she tried calling you at home but you weren't there," Kim added with a snotty tone.

"But . . . but . . ." I stammered and then mumbled all sorts of incoherent babble. I knew I wasn't making any sense but the very thought of not only exposing myself to these girls but JACKING OFF in front of them as well was more than I could handle.

Seeing my state of sheer panic Ann put her arm gently around me and said in a consoling voice, "Calm down! We aren't out to make fun of you, were here to HELP you. Susan told us all about your 'situation' and we all agreed to see to it that you don't get into any trouble."

Kim added with a smile, "Sure it might be a little embarrassing but your secret is safe with us. We ALL know what you have to do. Honestly, we won't tell anybody if THAT'S what you're worried about."

I swallowed hard and muttered, "Not exactly, no that's NOT what I'm worried about." I looked around at the three of them staring with gleeful anticipation which sent a jolt up my spine. "Look, thanks for letting me know but I can take care of this by myself. You all can go now."

"WE can't let you do that," Ann said seriously. "You need us."

"HUH?"

"That's right," Kim said with a knowing grin. "You'd be in even worse shape if Mrs. Miller caught you wanking off on her farm. Remember how mad she was when she caught you just walking around naked? Oooh I hate to think of what she'd do if she caught you doing that! No, we had better stay and keep a look out for you. Besides, there's no time to try and find another place. Other than this farm there are no vacant areas around. There are houses everywhere! If you don't do it here, someone will surely catch you. Besides you are running out of time. You had best get started and SOON! Susan was most explicit about time being critical."

Darn! They had me and they knew it. In my distorted state, everything they said seemed to make sense.

"Come on," Ann said taking my hand, "follow me."

Blindly I followed her onto the farm as she quickly took me to a bunch of shrubbery, the same shrubbery I had hidden behind as I watched Mrs. Miller search for me several days ago.

"Okay let's get started," Ann said commandingly.

"But I can't just . . . you know!" I protested.

"Oh for Pete's sakes," Kim said growing impatient. "Just remember this is for your own good." With that she grabbed the waistband of my pants and with one swoop yanked both my pants and my underwear to my ankles exposing my shriveled penis to everyone.

All the girls tried their best NOT to laugh or show any amusement, but from the subtle smirks on their faces I could tell that inside they were all making fun of me. Kim took the bag out of my hands while Ann took hold of my right hand and placed it on my soft cock. They all then stared at my hand with great anticipation waiting for me to start. I was totally mortified.

"Go on," Ann said with a sense of urgency. "Patty will keep a look out for you, won't you Patty?" Patty nodded her head eagerly and began looking about in an exaggerated motion. Of course it wasn't long before her eyes were also fixed back on my privates.

Standing there exposed as I was in front of my classmates I was mortified but, despite that fear, it wasn't long before I became erect. I couldn't help myself. My penis began rising on its own accord poking out in ever-increasing length from the tips of my fingers. Much to my chagrin a small bead of clear fluid then oozed from the tip causing me to blush even more.

"He's ready now!" Kim remarked excitedly as she noticed my erection. She then reached into the bag and retrieved the jar. I watched with trepidation as she unscrewed its lid. I just stood there stupidly while loosely holding my cock not daring to move my hand even an inch.

"HURRY UP!" Ann admonished. "You're going to draw attention if you stay out here all day like this! Besides we've already seen your little dick so the worst part is over."

Reluctantly I wrapped my hand tighter around my shaft and began sliding it up and down – slowly at first then increasing my speed as the tips of my fingers found the droplet of fluid making my hand slide easier along the shaft.

I was so ashamed of myself yet somehow deep inside a funny feeing began overtaking my common sense and pressure began building between my legs. My back began to arch slightly forward and my breathing quickened.

"Oooohh," Patty remarked enthusiastically, "He's really going to do it!!"

Hearing the innocent excitement in her voice was more than I could handle. I shot my first stream of goo in the air before I knew what was happening. "OH MY GAWD!!!" Patty exclaimed with a loud gasp.

In a panic I heard Ann urgently shout to Kim, "GET THE JAR STUPID!! IT'S GOT TO GO IN THE JAR!!!

Kim was so caught off guard that she quickly extended her hand that was holding the jar towards my penis. As she did so my second stream missed the jar completely, landing instead on her wrist causing the other girls to cackle with laughter. Kim was so shocked that she dropped the brown bag she was holding in her remaining hand. I could hear my mom's glass serving dishes shatter into a million pieces as the bag hit the ground!! Ann immediately grabbed the jar out of Kim's hand and plopped it at an angle almost upside down over the tip of my penis. The last few squirts made it into the jar while all the girls doubled over laughing their fool heads off. Kim meanwhile was holding the hand that had been splattered with my goo out away from her body as if it had dog poo on it or something. The look on her face was priceless. "GROSS! Get it off!" she yelled to her friends. "GET IT OFF!!!" The girls just roared all the more and did nothing to help their friend. Kim finally wiped her hand on my shirt removing the offending liquid once and for all.

I stood there breathing heavy and feeling weak as I took in the sight of the girls' reaction to what I had just done. Ann finally removed the jar and recapped it after checking the contents. "Gee, you've got a ways to go before you fill this baby," she said teasingly. "You've got to practice your aim!" I just lowered my head in shame.

"HEY YOU KIDS!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE?!! shouted a voice from behind me in the distance.

It was Mrs. Miler!!!! The girls screamed and took off running in every direction leaving me standing there exposed with my pants down around my ankles! I too tried to run but tripped over my britches. I hurriedly stooped over and tried desperately to pull them up as I ran. It then occurred to me that the bag with my mom's serving dishes was still on the ground. If I went back for it Mrs. Miller would identify me for sure! I decided to just leave it where it was. It was just a pile of broken glass anyway, I figured.

Just like before Mrs. Miller pursued me with determination. "YOU STOP RIGHT THERE YOU PERVERT!!" she yelled. "IF I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SIT FOR A WEEK!" There was anger in her voice as she picked up the chase. I don't think I ever ran so fast in all my life! It was Deja Vue all over again. I was scared to death hoping that all she saw was my naked butt and not my face! All I could picture was her seeing me naked for the second time in a week.

Somehow I managed to lose her, though I'm not sure how. After hiding for sometime in a neighbor's back yard I felt sure I had lost her. I decided that I had better get to Mrs. Handy's house and explain what happened. Upon arriving at her door I explained that my mom had sent me over with some serving dishes but that I had dropped and shattered them into a million pieces. I begged her not to tell my mom. To my great relief she seemed sympathetic and told me that it was not her place to tattle on me. She indicated that it was MY responsibility to confess my accident and urged me to do the right thing. I assured that I would and left quietly. It was awkward having to admit my clumsiness but at least she wouldn't be phoning my mom asking where the dishes were. I felt good about having the presence of mind to at least protect myself with a plausible story.

I made my way towards home. I was about two houses away from my own when I heard a familiar voice call out teasingly, "JOHNNY!" It was Ann menacingly waving the jar in her hand. I turned beet red.

"Put that thing away!" I demanded as I ran towards her. What was wrong with her? Didn't she care that my mom might see it?

Ann extended her arm as I approached as if to give it back then yanked it away at the last minute. "HEY GIVE ME THAT!" I yelled in frustration.

"Relax dude," she said calmly. "I'll give it back. I just didn't want you to drop it. Catch your breath first and calm down and THEN I'll give it to you."

I continued gasping for air for a minute as I stood in front of her, Grateful she wasn't running away with the jar. "Okay, I'm fine now. PLEASE give me back that jar," I begged with my voice cracking.

"Like I told you before, Knot-head, it's not my intention to make fun of you. I'm just looking out for you and your best interest. I didn't let anything happen to the jar did I? I mean anyone else would have dropped the darn thing when Mrs. Miller came hollering after us." She then carefully placed the jar in my hand and wrapped my fingers tenderly around it. "Now you take care with this thing."

"Don't worry I plan to!"

Ann smiled at me, looked me up and down and then turned to leave. "Oh, by the way," she said pausing on her journey, "I just want you to know that I think you are a very brave and a . . . um, a really cute boy." She added quickly. She then blushed profusely and scurried out of sight.

Gross, I thought to myself. Why did she have to say all that? What a dumb girl! As if my life wasn't bad enough.

I no sooner reached the front porch when my mom opened the door. "It's about time you got back. Is everything okay with Mrs. Handy?"

"Yeah, sure mom, I spoke to her and she seemed okay." I was ever so grateful that she hadn't asked me directly about the dishes. At least this way I didn't have to lie.

My mom then spotted my jar. Seeing her look at it, made my legs turn to Jello. I felt so guilty! I instinctively gripped it tighter trying to hide the liquid within. "Are you still carrying that thing around?" she asked with a wry smile.

"Um . . . yeah, Susan might come over and I want to have it ready, you know, just in case. It's HER teapot you know."

"Uh huh . . ." she said disbelievingly. "Are you feeling alright? You look a little flushed again." She put her hand on my forehead trying to decide if I had a fever. "You feel a little clammy but you don't seem to have a fever. Maybe you had best stay inside for a while."

"Yes ma'am." I replied and went up to my room trying my best to hide the jar from her prying eyes. I messed around up there by myself for several hours. It was late-afternoon when I heard my mom calling me, "Johnny, you have a visitor."

I bounded down the stairs. To my surprise there standing in the front room next to my mom was ANN!

"Um . . . hi . . ." I said reluctantly. What on EARTH was she doing here? We aren't friends, just classmates. Wasn't this morning's debacle enough?

"Hi Johnny," she said cheerfully.

"Um, hi, what are you doing here?" I snapped as my mom gave me a look as if to say I should be polite.

"I just came over to tell you that it's time to go to work."

My eyes about exploded out of my head!!! Holy crap! She said it right in front of my mom! What was she thinking?!

"Work?" my mom asked inquisitively looking at Ann.

"Oh yes Mrs. Taylor, I have something I need him to do and Johnny said he would do it for me this afternoon. It shouldn't take too long . . . if that's okay with you, ma'am."

"Oh?" my mom remarked raising an eyebrow. "But don't you live across town? How'd you get here?"

"Oh I'm staying Tina Mitchell down the street. I saw Johnny this morning and asked him if he would do something for me and he said he would. Isn't that right Johnny?"

"Um, yeah," I mumbled still pissed off that she would drag this out in the open in front of my mom!

"Well . . . is this hard?" my mom asked. "Johnny's looking a little flushed I wouldn't want him to over-exert himself if he's coming down with something."

Ann smirked and stated, "I don't think it's hard. Is it HARD Johnny?"

I wanted to slap her so hard I could barely stand it. What was she doing to me?? Surely my mom would pick up on her double meaning! I cleared my throat and giving Ann a dirty look replied, "No it not HARD, mom. This won't take long." I then quickly added hopefully, "But if YOU think I should stay in I will. You know what's best, after all."

"Well . . . I think it will be okay. Go on and do what you need to do for your friend. After all I believe if you make a promise to someone you should keep it if you can. You two have fun." With that my mom left the room.

"I'll take good care of him Mrs. Taylor. I'll make sure things don't get out of HAND! I promise!" Ann said gleefully.

I gave Ann such a look. If we weren't in the house I would have told her off big time!

Ann grabbed my hand and led me out the door. No sooner were we outside I gave her a piece of my mind. "Just WHAT do you think you are doing?! I thought you said you were looking out for me? You were deliberately trying to get me in trouble back there."

"No I wasn't and I AM looking out for you. It's time. There was no other way to get you out of the house. I mean we can go back if you want to and do this in front of your mom!" she said snottily.

"But I can't do this again. I just did it this morning!" I protested.

"You'll have to try. Susan said so. Now come on."

"I can't!"

"For heavens sakes why not," Ann asked impatiently.

"I don't have my jar."

"Well go get it. I'll wait."

I didn't really want to get that dumb ole jar but the reality was I couldn't take the chance of leaving it in the house lest my mom find it. Stupidly I turned back and re-entered the house. I had managed to sneak up to my room and retrieve the jar without my mom noticing. Now all I had to do was get downstairs and back outside. I made it to the bottom step when my mom came around the corner surprised to see me standing there. She spotted me holding the jar and smirked.

"What are you doing with that thing? I thought it was Susan's?" she asked skeptically.

"Um . . . it is." I replied lowering my head in shame.

"Oh I get it," she said finally. "You're going to have a tea-party with Ann and her friends. Did Susan tell them about you playing with her the other day?"

"Ah . . . yeah, I sorta agreed to play with them today."

My mom giggled, "I didn't know you LIKED playing GIRLY things so much." She looked at me and must have felt a little guilty about her last remark. She gave me a hug and said. "Don't worry son. I think it's a nice thing you're doing. Don't worry about people thinking you're a sissy. We both know you're not. You run along now."

I kept my head lowered and made my way to the front door. No sooner had I opened it I heard my mom say, "Johnny . . . you're not doing anything that I wouldn't approve of . . . are you?"

"MOM! Why on earth would you think I would be doing that?!!"

She just looked at me carefully for a minute then shrugged her shoulders and left the room. I had the distinct feeling she STILL didn't trust me. Upon rejoining Ann on the sidewalk she immediately took my hand and started dragging me onward.

"Where are we going?"

"To Tina's house, weren't you listening?" Ann asked as she pulled me along.

"Oh no," I objected! "I'm not dong this in front of Tina."

"You're not."

"I'm not? Then why else are we going to Tina's house."

"You're not doing this in front of Tina. You're doing this in front of Tina AND her little sister."

"But . . . she's only 10!"

"I know. It's about time she learned about such things Tina said."

Before I could mutter another word I found myself standing on Tina's porch. Ann rang the doorbell and Tina's mother answered the door. My eyes widened. For some reason, that little inner voice was sounding the danger alarm inside my head. Mrs. Mitchell was the LAST thing I expected to see.

"Hello Johnny," she said in a welcoming voice. "Come to play I see. The girls are in the playroom." She led us down the hall to what seemed to be an unused bedroom that had been converted to a kids play area. There were several bean-bag chairs on the floor, a TV, a computer and a bunch of toys and games strewn around on the floor.

"JOHNNY!" Tina exclaimed about seeing me. "IT'S SO GOOD OF YOU TO COME!"

Tina's mom said for me to make myself comfortable and have fun. "If you need anything just holler."

"Thanks mom," Tina said and taking my hand ushered me to one of the bean-bag chairs facing away from the door and pushed me into it.

Tina's sister Katie was smiling from ear to ear. I was wondering if they knew why I was here. "I see he brought the jar!" Katie said pointing to the object in my hand.

"Let's get started," Ann said as the girls all gathered around in front of me. Like a dope I just sat there.

"Well . . . what are you waiting for?" Tina asked with obvious disappointment.

I just sat there not moving a muscle. I tried to act like I had no idea what was going on. In truth, I was too scared to move. It was bad enough that Ann, Kim and Patty saw me do this most personal thing. I didn't want the ENTIRE school to learn about it. Besides Tina's mom was just down the hall and the bedroom or playroom door was wide open!

Tina looked at me expectantly and then back at Ann and then back to me and waited. When it was apparent I wasn't going to do anything she spoke up, "You LIED to us, Ann."

"NO I DIDN'T," she defended herself. "Come on Johnny, get a move on!"

"No Ann," I replied. "I can't do this in front of them."

"Just try. The last thing Susan said to me was you must at LEAST try."

Tina giggled and said, "TRY? He must TRY??? You mean he can't always get it up? What a dork."

Her comment made me mad! Even though I was afraid to do this in front of them I wasn't about to let that remark go unchallenged.

"I can do it anytime I want! I just don't want to right now."

"BULL!" Tina snapped. "Prove it."

"FINE!" I said lifting my butt off the chair and sliding my pants down just low enough to reveal my limp penis.

Seeing the smirk on Tina's face as she saw my soft member made me blush. This was awful! I mustered up my courage and started stroking.

"What's he doing?" I heard Katie ask her sister softly.

"He's making it hard."

"Oh . . . why is he doing that?"

"So it will get bigger?"

"It gets bigger? It's already bigger than Tommy's." Katie's innocent comment about her little brother made all the girls laugh.

"Yeah it gets bigger . . . at least I hope it does," Tina added with a laugh.

I stroked away. I thought I would never get an erection. Finally I managed it and it was standing at full attention which I defiantly showed off to the girls. "I TOLD you I could do it anytime I wanted."

"Yeah, yeah it took you long enough, but you haven't made it squirt. Betcha can't do THAT," Tina said smugly.

I narrowed my eyes at her and gave her my best evil look. I resumed stroking when all of a sudden I heard Tina's mom coming down the hall. In a flash I yanked up my shorts just as she walked into the room.

"What's going on?" she asked. "You guys are all so quiet! Is everything alright?" She looked at me for a minute as if she suspected something. My heart was pounding away and I could still feel my aroused member straining against my pants. "Johnny," she asked, "Are you feeling okay? You don't look so good."

"Tina spoke right up, "Johnny's got a problem, but won't tell us what it is."

"Oh . . ."

"Yeah and he's too embarrassed to tell his mom about it. We tried to get him to tell us about it but he just denies it. I think it might be serious or something. I'm really worried about him, mom." Tina then gave me a sly evil grin. She was obviously enjoying all this.

"What's the matter son?"

"Nothing, I'm fine." I snapped.

Tina's mom bent down and put her hand on my shoulder. "It's alright, you can tell me. I'm a nurse. Maybe I can help you. What's bothering you?"

I looked at her in silence. I had no idea what to say. I could see Tina standing behind her, unbeknownst to her mom lifting her skirt showing off her panties to me and I knew I was about to explode right there in my britches!

"Oh I get it," Tina's mom said. "You're afraid I'll say something to your mom is that it? Well, you can trust me. Whatever you tell me will be just between us. They won't say anything either, will you girls?" They all shook their heads.

"I think he has something wrong with his Willie," Katie said quite concerned.

Tina's mom scrunched up her eyebrow. "Is that true, son? Is that what it is?"

My face flushed and I felt like I was going to faint.

"That could be serious. You surely don't want to ignore a problem like that," she said as she reached out and pulled me up off the chair. I was too scared and too worked up to say anything. Before I knew what was happening she was tugging at the waistband of my shorts. "Let's just check this out just to be sure."

I IMMEDIATELY grabbed my pants to prevent her from going any further.

"You silly thing," she said making light of the situation. "Little boys don't need to be so modest. Besides, I'm a nurse. I've seen it all many, many times. Would you rather have your mother checking you over?"

She had me there. I was sure that if I didn't let her continue she would indeed tell my mom out of concern for my health. "Okay . . ." I reluctantly said in a sigh and let go of my pants.

She wasted no time in yanking them down past my hips. My Penis literally sprang up once free of the restraint of the material and slapped against my belly. "Oh . . . I see . . ." she said trying to stifle a grin. "Is THAT the problem you are worried about?"

I silently nodded my head ever so slightly. She smiled a knowing smile and proceeded to look my penis over. She gently took hold of it and I almost exploded right there. She was most professional however. It was obvious she was making sure that nothing else was going on. I was sooooo embarrassed. She finally let go and stepped back a bit.

"How old are you Johnny?"

"Um . . . thirteen," I answered with my voice cracking.

She nodded as though she understood. "Johnny, what you see happening to your penis," she said as she gently touched my cock, "is perfectly normal. I guess since you don't have a dad living with you that nobody has had the talk about the birds and the bees with you have they."

I shook my head even though I knew perfectly well all about the differences between the sexes.

"You will find from time to time that this sort of thing happens. It's perfectly normal."

"What thing happens, mom?" Katie asked confused.

Without missing a beat she answered again very professionally, "His boy-part grows bigger."

"All by itself?"

"Yes baby all by itself."

I was afraid she was about to spill the beans about my stroking it to get it bigger but she kept quiet as her mom returned her attention to me standing there completely exposed with my pants still at my ankles.

"Johnny, it may not have happened yet but someday soon you may find that you'll ejaculate . . . that it to say 'squirt' some fluid into your underwear. It will most likely happen at night during a dream, but it may happen at some other time. That's perfectly normal too and you shouldn't be alarmed."

"Make it squirt mom," Katie said enthusiastically. "I want to see it."

Turning to face her daughter she said plainly, "That's not something boys should do in front of girls - at least not until they are married. That would be wrong. It's a very private thing. You'll understand someday. Now you girls don't worry about Johnny. He's perfectly fine."

She then turned her attention back to me. "Do you have any questions, Johnny?"

"Um . . . no ma'am, I think I understand." Good grief I was never so humiliated in all my life – having the facts of life explained to me in front of two of my classmates!!! I'll NEVER live this down!!!!

She then turned to leave the room as I just stood there like a dope.

"Johnny,"

"Yes ma'am,"

"I think they've all seen it now, you can pull your pants back up."

"Ah . . . yes ma'am!" I said as I hurriedly pulled them back to cover myself. Ms. Mitchell nodded her approval, smiled compassionately and left.

No sooner had she gone Tina was after me again. "She's gone now, make it squirt. It's perfectly natural you know," she said mocking her mother's words with a giggle. Ann held out the jar and sternly looked at me with every expectation that I would finish what I had started. How did I ever get myself into this mess?