Date: Wed, 4 Sep 2002 09:50:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camp Clover For Boys 04 (revised)

Camp Clover For Boys
By chipster071053@hotmail.com

LEGAL STUFF: If you're offended by stories with a sexual content, don't
read this. If you're under age, don't read this. If it's illegal to be
caught with this stuff where you live, don't read this.

This story will eventually have boy/boy, boy/man, boy/girl, boy/woman,
group and other assorted combinations.

This is my first effort at erotic fiction, although my story "Weekend In
Houston" is posted in the Nifty Archives under Bisexual/College, and is a
basically true story. Your comments on this and the other story are welcome
at chipster071053@yahoo.com. The story belongs to me under copyright laws
of the United States, and any reposting without my permission will get you
in bunches of trouble.

And now, our story continues.



Chapter 4

	Timmy felt the penis-like probe penetrate his ass-hole and begin to
sink into his bowels as Dr. Burmeister watched a television monitor behind
him. While the probe did have a medical purpose, it was also supposed to
excite young Timmy and did just that as it brushed past his prostate gland,
sending a shiver through his young body.

	"Now you see part of the reason you're strapped to the table. This
thing will likely give you a few more spasms like that before I'm done and
I'd hate for you to hurt yourself falling off the table," the doctor told
Timmy. "Is it hurting you?"

	"No, doctor, actually it feels very good," said Timmy.

	Suddenly the tube around his penis began to vibrate and so did the
probe. As the probe again brushed across his prostate, Timmy lurched,
pulling at the restraining straps, his body stiffening.

	"While you're on the table, we'll need to get a semen sample for
the lab work. The opening where you're penis is contains a vibrating and
massaging device that is designed to help you ejaculate. The sample is
collected in a small cup at the bottom of the tube. Relax and enjoy it,
Timmy," said the doctor.

	Timmy wasn't complaining. He was experiencing feelings he'd never
had before. He felt helpless and out of control. His head was rolling from
side to side. He was breathing deeply, occasionally licking his lips. His
eyes were closed. He could not believe the feelings coming from between his
legs and didn't even try to understand why this was part of an examination.

	The doctor pressed a floor pedal and the vibration in the probe
increased as he pushed it deeper into Timmy's aching ass. The rollers
hidden outside the tube around his penis began massaging him faster and
faster. His breath became short and quicker. Finally he reached the point
of no return. He pressed his hips hard against the table, pushing his cock
into the hole as far as he could. His buttocks tightened around the probe
and he felt the streams of milky liquid boil out of his shaft and into the
tube. He shot nine times, each load falling into the waiting specimen cup.

	As he finally began to relax, Dr. Burmeister slowly pulled the
probe out of Timmy's butt. Quietly he began putting the equipment away and
removed the specimen cup from below Timmy's body and put a lid on it. Timmy
was almost asleep when Dr. Burmeister warned him that he would feel a prick
in his arm as he took a blood sample. The sharp, short pain brought Timmy
back to awareness as he realized he was still strapped to the table.

	"Now, Timmy, one last thing before we're done. Do you think you're
soft enough to urinate? We need to get a sample. Just relax and pee into
the tube. When you're done, let me know and I'll unstrap you," said
Dr. Burmeister.

	Still feeling exhausted, it wasn't much trouble for Timmy to relax
and slowly the flow began, filling a small jar that Dr. Burmeister had
placed under the tube.

	"I think I'm done now, doctor," said Timmy.

	"Fine, Timmy. You've done everything very well, and unless
something shows up in the tests I didn't see, you're in good shape," said
the doctor as he took some wet wipes and began to clean up Timmy's butt
crack.

	Finally, the doctor took the straps off and helped Timmy off of the
table. Timmy looked down at his cock and realized it was bright
red. "You'll probably feel some irritation on your penis for a few hours,
so let me put some cream on it to reduce the inflammation," said
Dr. Burmeister.

	He reached for a jar on a nearby counter and took some of the cream
on his fingers and began rubbing it up and down Timmy's abused rod. In
spite of the rough handling it had just been through, it sprang erect
almost instantly in the doctor's hand.

	"Well it looks like you might want some more attention, doesn't it,
Timmy? If you'd like, just lay back on the table and I'll see if I can make
you cum again. Would you like that?" asked the doctor.

	"It's sore, but that sure does feel good," said Timmy as he settled
back, his head resting on the pillow.

	The doctor took his free hand and put the bottom section back
together so Timmy could lay his legs straight out on the table. His other
hand kept massaging the hard cock. After a couple of minutes, Timmy came
again, this time just a couple of spurts that dribbled down the doctor's
hand. He took another wet wipe and washed Timmy off, then cleaned his hands
in the sink.

	"Timmy, you're in good shape overall and I'd say from the results
of this exam that you're ready for Camp Clover."

	Timmy lay on the table, feeling week from what he had just been
through, but he smiled at the doctor.

	"One more thing, Timmy, and this is important. You must not tell
anyone what happened to you in this examination room today, and that
includes Tom or anyone else at school. This was a very special, private
exam, and what happened here today is confidential, just between you and
me. Your parents will know the results of this exam when the lab work is
done, but what we did here is a secret, OK?"

	"Sure, doc," Timmy said weakly. "But why the secrecy?"

	"Because these are special tests and aren't part of a normal
physical examination. Because Camp Clover requires them for all their
campers, I can't tell anyone about the methods I use to get the
results. It's part of their contract with me, and it's also part of the
agreement your parents signed for you when they applied for the camp. You
understand, don't you?"

	"Well, not really, but I guess I can keep a secret," answered
Timmy.

	"I have to move on to my next patient, Timmy. It was nice to meet
you and I'll look forward to seeing you again at camp. Now get dressed and
my nurse will be here in a few minutes to help you out. You wouldn't want
to get caught without your clothes on, now, would you?" The doctor let out
a little chuckle.

	"By the way, if you want to keep using the butt plug, please do,"
said Dr. Burmeister as he started to open the door. "It will help reduce
some of the discomfort you'll be having from this exam." He turned and
walked out the door.

	Timmy lay there for a minute or so, making sure he could move his
limbs, then slowly started to sit up. What had just happened to him? Why
the secret tests? And why was it all necessary for camp? This had not been
like any physical he'd ever been through before, not for school or scout
camp. The questions swirled around in his head as he slowly pulled himself
up to a standing position and tried to get his clothes on.

	It took him a while to get dressed. He felt weak and sore and knew
he would have trouble sitting for what felt like the rest of his life, even
though he knew it wouldn't be that long. But the feelings he'd gone through
were still drifting around in his mind and he liked the way his body felt.

	Finally, he got his shoes on and went to the door, only to find it
locked from the outside. As he wiggled the knob, the door opened and the
nurse who had brought him to the room let him out into the hallway. As he
walked toward the door to the waiting room, he passed another examination
room just like the one he had just left. Sitting on the table was Nathan,
wearing just a paper robe. Timmy smiled as he thought about what Nathan was
about to experience.


	By the time Timmy got back to school, it was after lunch and he'd
missed Tom. He realized that Tom was probably next in line after Nathan and
again he smiled. Tom was going to love it.

	There was no swimming practice that afternoon, so he went home and
tried to call his friend, but Tom wasn't home yet. Timmy went into the
bathroom and retrieved the butt plug he had hidden behind the towels
earlier that morning then went to his bedroom and locked the door.

	The doctor had said that the plug would help ease the discomfort,
so Timmy stripped down and laid back on his bed, reaching between his legs
to push the plug into his sore hole. It did feel a little better, and he
laid there for a few minutes as he got used to the feeling of the plug
inside of him. He pulled his pants up and stood up to fasten them, and
realized that Tom was right. Having it inside of him made him feel
strangely good.

	That evening, Timmy's parents told him that they had heard from
Dr. Burmeister's office and that all of the lab work came back positive and
that he was in very good shape. Dan asked his son if he felt uncomfortable
from the tests, but Timmy told him he was all right.

	As he headed off to bed that night, he felt the plug rolling around
inside of him as he walked and he realized that his cock had been hard all
afternoon and evening. He went to bed that night determined that he wasn't
going to touch his sore cock, but wasn't sure he could resist the urge to
jack off one more time that day.


	The next day, he saw Tom as he came into the cafeteria. He was
walking like a cowpoke who'd been on his horse too long. "What's with the
walk, Tom?" he asked his friend.

	"That exam was a little rough, didn't you think?" asked Tom. "I may
not be able to walk normally for weeks! And besides, the doctor gave me a
bigger plug and told me I should keep it in for a few days. He said it
would help me feel more comfortable, but this thing is almost as long as
your dick. I might feel better if you were inside me instead of this plug!"

	Timmy was struck by how odd his friend's comment had been. His cock
up Tom's butt? That sounded so strange. He'd never even thought in those
terms before. He looked questioningly at Tom.

	"I was only kidding, buddy. Where you put your cock is your
business. I just think it might feel good after having this plug up my ass
for a few days," said Tom.

	"I don't know, Tom," replied Timmy. "I don't want you thinking I'm
some kind of fag. Or anyone else, for that matter."

	"Don't worry about it, Timmy. If you don't want it to happen, then
it won't happen. Besides, I'd hate to let a hard cock screw up our
friendship," said Tom.

	"I hadn't really thought about it, Tom. We've fooled around
together all this time and I'd never thought about fucking you," Timmy told
his friend. "I'm not sure it's something I want to do. At least right now."

	"That's OK. I hadn't thought about it either, until today. That
doctor asked me if I'd ever had sex with anyone. Can you believe it? I
didn't tell him about you and me and our jack off sessions, 'cause that's
not really sex, but he asked if I'd ever had sex with you."

	"Are we supposed to be talking about this? At least, not here,"
said Timmy. "Too many people, and besides the doctor said not to discuss
the examination with anyone, didn't he?"

	"Yes, I guess so, but it's still kind of strange, don't you think?
Why would he ask about you specifically?" Tom asked.

	"He knows we're friends," said Timmy, "and he knows you loaned me a
butt plug."

	"How did he find THAT out?" asked Tom.

	"Well, he found some Vaseline when he did his exam and I had to
explain how it got there. He also knows you have one, because your Dad got
yours from the doctor. Now are you satisfied?"

	"Well don't that beat all. I wondered why Dad had one. That
probably explains the extras in his drawer, too," said Tom.


	Timmy was about to celebrate his 16th birthday and his best friend
was going to give him a gift he would never forget.

	Tommy met him at the school door that afternoon. Together, the two
of them went to Timmy's house, where nobody was home.

	"Are you sure you want to do this, Tom?" asked the birthday boy.

	"As sure as I'll ever be. For as long as we've been hanging out
together and everything we've done with each other, this is something
special and something I've wanted to try for a long time with you. And
since it's your birthday, what better time to try," exclaimed Tom.

	"OK. What do you want me to do?"

	"Why strip to your birthday suit, of course! It is a birthday gift!


(more to come)


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