2T4U/Ask Jack about the white stuff
"Hey big bro?" you ask and fill your bowl with cereal. "What's that white stuff that comes out of your pee-pee?"
Jack, who was drinking juice straight out of the carton at the time, jumps in surprise and starts coughing repeatedly.
"Th- The fuck did you just say?"
"The white stuff," you repeat. "My little fella was all hard this morning, and after I pulled it for a while it started squirting this warm, white stuff all over my bed."
"For chrissake-..." he wipes some spilled juice off his T-shirt, clearly at a loss for words. "Stop calling it 'wiener' and 'little fella' already, just say 'dick' or I won't be able to talk about this seriously."
"You think it's serious? Oh man, what should I do, Jack? I don't want to turn into stone!"
"Chill out, chill out. It's not-..." he begins to say, but then he stops and starts grinning really evilly instead. "... It's nothing I can help you with, really. You should ask Mom or the school nurse to have a look at it before you end up getting hurt."
"Getting hurt?! Is it that bad?"
"Hey, it could be nothing! But like I said, I don't know. It could just as easily be something that kills you."
Now you're really starting to panic. In fact, you are too shocked to even eat, much less process what you have just heard. ' Kills you '? You can't die, you've still got homework to turn in! This thing has to get fixed, and quickly!
Your mother suddenly hurries into the room, looking unusually stressed. Her hair is in a messy bun and she's struggling to button her suit jacket. You're too unfocused to notice, but just looking at her makes your wiener jump to life again.
"Oh good, you're eating." she breathes heavily and gives your brother a quick kiss on the forehead. "Sorry Aaron, but I'm in a really big rush. If you want me to drop you off at school we're going to have to leave right now."
You haven't even begun eating, but then again this would be a good a time as any to show her your dick.