When I grow up - Part I

I would love to have some of this…and some of that…maybe some of something else; they look so fresh and tasty.

These things are not allowed in our house. When I visit my best friend he often treats me to some and when he does, I swallow with no second thoughts. No mum and no dad around to nag or scold me and I can enjoy the sweet muddy taste melting on my gums and tongue, tingling my throat like nothing I have ever tasted.

But there’s a rumor that these things are bad for my teeth. Mum says I will lose them one by one if I keep eating that stuff. Other boys will call me names like ‘gummy boy’ and I won’t be able to answer back because they will have a point. I won’t be able to speak clearly (not that I do now) or even eat.
I wouldn’t want that to happen to me, I like talking and I like eating sometimes - even those broad beans they force down my throat. Besides, my teeth have just started to pop out and I can’t risk being toothless in the near future.

Those things will not help me grow up because they lack the necessary vitamins. My dad says that my belly will blow up and I’ll become like a pig. When I say I don’t care (I can’t resist their crunchy salty taste), dad says I will probably stay short as well. I wouldn’t want that to happen to me, I don’t want to be the shortest boy in my class. Besides, I can’t even see behind the fence, and I’m telling you, there’s a lot of noise behind it at night - like cats crying and calling each other names.

The one thing I’m mostly afraid of though is that thing that keeps your dick small. I wouldn’t want that to happen to me. They say it’s needed to make a family. I can’t imagine how though. It’s squashy and thin, smaller than my little finger and can’t even move. It spits like a maniac sometimes, especially when I drink lots of water –which unfortunately, they make me do all the time. I guess I should wait and see, as dad says.
I thought that children are made by storks but it seems that family is made by us and it needs a big dick. It seems that dicks grow like trees. I asked a friend about it once but she didn’t know what I was talking about. Anyway, I heard some boys talking about it and I got the impression that theirs have started to make sudden moves on their own. They talk about it all the time and it seems that it’s something to be proud. I guess I should be proud of it as well.

Well, I should go now. It’s time for bed and mum’s looking for me in the attic. But I fooled her this time; shhh....I’m under the bed...with you!