Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2000 17:54:40 -0500
From: Charlie <charlieje@nc.rr.com>
Subject: David's Christmas Present - 6

The following story is total fiction. Any relationship to persons living or
dead is purely accidental.

This story depicts sexual acts between people of the same sex (male), some
of whom are under age. If you find this concept distasteful, or if it is
illegal where you live, or if you are underage, please stop reading now.

                    VI. Doctor's Orders

Doctor Derek Enfield was more than pleased at the chance to repay some of
the favors David had done for him. He was also more than pleased to simply
do anything for David Saunders, because what David didn't know was that
the good doctor had the hots for David. Neither had the slightest idea that the
other was gay, but that didn't stop Dr. Enfield from wanting to be close to his
heart throb. He had considered calling his nurse in as well, but had thought
better of it. He could handle it all except for the drawing of blood samples,
and that was better done at the hospital anyway, so he had instructed David to
take Adam there first, then meet him at the office at ten. Two hours later, Dr.
Enfield reluctantly told Adam he could get dressed, called David into his
office and closed the door.

"I ordered just about every blood test known to man," he began as soon as
they were seated. "I'm glad you told me about the hormone problem, so I've
done a complete workup on that situation. When the results come back, we'll
know all there is to know about Adam and his hormones. Judging by the
appearance of his genitals I'd say the testosterone level is at least normal, but
I have no idea about all the rest. You should be very thankful that he at least
has lots of that one."
"What do you mean by that?" David said defensively.

"God, David," Dr. Enfield exclaimed, "Adam has got to be the most beautiful
boy in the universe! You lucky bastard! I had no idea you were gay!"
"To be honest," David answered, somewhat surprised at the doctor's
remarks, "I didn't know either until I met Adam. But... what makes you
think..."
"David, I know you didn't realize it, but I have always had a thing for you. If
I'd known you were gay I'd have put the moves on you long ago. And now
it's too late! Now you've got that Cherokee god all to yourself! I hate you
both!"
"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," David said nervously. "I
don't know what Adam told you, but..."

"Relax," Derek said with a chuckle. "Adam didn't say a thing, at least not
verbally. He said a lot with his eyes, and he told me volumes when he was
standing in front of me naked with his boxers around his ankles and my hand
was checking for hernia. I mentioned your name and his dick jumped under
my hand!"
"You're outa your mind!" David scoffed.
"David," Dr. Enfield said, "I'm no threat to you. I have simply told you what
I've observed. I'm not asking you to confirm nor deny. But I do want you to
know that I care deeply about you, not only as your doctor but also as your
friend and secret admirer. I want to tell you some things that I think you need
to know. If I'm wrong then I apologize, but I don't think I am. Did you know
you're blushing right now?"
"Dr. Enfield," David said defensively, "I don't think..."
"It's ok, David. Please, if you would, just listen, ok? I'm hoping I can tell you
some things that'll be of help. If I'm wrong, or if you already know all I want
to tell you, well, I tried. But humor me, ok?"

David didn't answer. He felt an overwhelming desire to tell all, but after his
experience with Ben he didn't want to put Adam through another such
experience. He thought the doctor might indeed suspect something, and
perhaps was trying to trick him, so he said nothing.

"Social Services has a form that I have to fill out in circumstances like this,"
Dr. Enfield was saying. "It asks some pretty pointed questions about the
child's condition, including things like is there any evidence of abuse. They
even specify categories of abuse, like physical, mental, and sexual. I will be
answering negatively to all of them. I can in all good conscience say that I see
no evidence of abuse of any kind in that boy."
"But you just said..." David argued.
"I said I am pretty sure you and Adam are lovers. Fortunately for both of us,
there is a very big difference between love and abuse - a difference that the
designers of that form don't seem to understand. If there is something going
on, I'm confident that it's love, not abuse.

"What I'm going to tell you will, I hope, assure that you continue to love him
without abusing him or hurting him."
Fine, David thought to himself. Here comes the part about what I should and
shouldn't do with him. Here's where he tells me what's safe and what's not,
what hurts and what doesn't, how emotionally damaging gay love can be to
one so young, etc, etc, ad nauseum. David still wasn't convinced that the
doctor wasn't trying to trap him, so he said nothing.

"I don't know what you two have done," Dr. Enfield went on, "but I have a
pretty good idea. I chose not to do a throat swab because I suspect if I did,
we could find traces of your DNA there. If you ejaculated in his mouth, there
could be traces of it there for days, sometimes even longer. I also think I
could find traces of his DNA in YOUR mouth if I were to look. Frankly, I'm
jealous of you both!"
"What makes you think..." David asked helplessly.
"Please," the doctor interrupted, "just listen, ok? I'm not accusing nor passing
judgment. As much as I personally would love to hear the details, I'm better
not knowing. I'm merely giving you information I think you might find useful.

"I did take a sample from his anus. I'm sure Adam will tell you about it
because it's not the most pleasant procedure in the world. I inserted a small
device that looks something like a miniature ice cream scoop about a foot into
his rectum and took a sample. We're mainly looking for blood here, evidence
of ulcers or other digestive problems. Here too, if your semen has been
deposited there within the last few days, chances are it would show up. I did
the test because I'm pretty sure you haven't..."
"I should say not!" David said haughtily. "Why would you suspect..."
"I don't! I just told you, I took the sample because I'm pretty sure there's
been nothing like that going on. But it will, and if you will let me, I would
love to help you do it in such a way that it won't hurt him or damage him in
any way. You owe him that much, don't you?"

"Doctor," David said helplessly, "I would never think of..."
"Never say never, David. Sooner or later one or the other of you will want to
try it. With us it's normal. Some of us like it, some don't; but we all try it. I
just don't want you to hurt him, and you can, you know! You can hurt him
really badly if you don't know what you're doing, and that's the reason for
this little talk. Please, bear with me."

Just then there was a knock on the door. Adam opened it a crack and stuck
his head in. "I'm ready," he said. David thought he saw Dr. Enfield salivate
and swallow hard. No, it couldn't be, could it? "We'll be done in a minute,"
he said.
"Come on in," the doctor invited. "You should probably hear this too."
"There's nothing to hear," David said emphatically. "When will the blood
tests be ready?"
"The whole thing will be ready for your court appearance in the morning. I'll
have it sent to you by courier. And David, please consider what I've told you.
Use common sense and you'll be fine. The human body can respond to just
about anything, long as we don't try to force it. Oh, and please, should the
need arise, please use these." He held out a small package. David had no idea
what was in it, but he accepted it, thanked the doctor, and escorted Adam out
of the office.

"What was that all about?" Adam wanted to know.
"Just the doc trying to tell me things that are none of his business," David
answered somewhat sulkily. "Let's go get you outfitted for skiing."
"What's in the package?" Adam pressed.
"I have no idea," David answered. "He said we should be sure to use it if we
ever... well, it doesn't matter because we'll never need it."
"Aren't you gonna open it?"
"I hadn't planned to."
"May I?"
"Adam, I don't know..." Too late, Adam was already reaching into the bag
and pulling out its contents.

"Hmmmm" Adam said as he pulled out a tube of something. "K-Y Jelly. I
wonder what he expects us to do with this? And an extra large size too!"
"You know what that is?" David questioned.
"Course I know what it is, David! It's lubricant, for... well... for whatever."

Adam pulled out a red rubber object. "What the heck..." he mused half to
himself.
"You don't know what that is?" David said sarcastically.
"Fraid not," Adam said. He laid it on the seat of the truck and reached into
the bag again. He pulled out two more objects like the first, only one was
smaller, one larger. "What the heck are these things?" he asked as he
examined one more closely."
"I think they're the doctor's idea of a joke," David said.
"But what are they?"
"To be honest, I don't know for sure. But I think they're what they call butt
plugs."
"Butt plugs? Like, for plugging butts? Why?"

Before David could answer, he saw a smile come across Adam's face. To his
horror, Adam had figured it out, and David didn't like the look on his face
even one little bit! Adam didn't say anything, but he reached back into the
bag and pulled out a package of a dozen lubricated condoms. The grin grew
wider. He reached into the bag again as David parked the truck outside a
sporting goods store. Adam pulled out a small bottle, then a second. They
were enemas! Finally he produced a bundle of typewritten papers, stapled at
the corner and rolled up and tied with a ribbon. "I could be wrong," he finally
said excitedly, "but I think I'm gonna like Dr. Enfield. I think he's just solved
a problem I was having."
"Problem?" David asked helplessly. "What problem?"

Adam put the papers on the seat of the truck next to the other items from the
Doctor's package. "David," he said softly, his liquid brown eyes growing as
wide as David had ever seen them. "David, I've been wondering how to tell
you... I dunno how to say it and make it sound... I mean, that word... I hate
that word! It sounds so crude! But... I mean... I can't think of any other!"
"Adam," David said in a somewhat confused state, "I'm afraid you've lost
me."
"David, surely you know what all this stuff is for! Please say you
understand!"
"I understand what that stuff is for. What I don't understand is what's
bothering you! Adam, please don't be afraid. I'm not going to do that to you!
I didn't ask him for that stuff, he just kinda forced it on me. I would never do
that to you!"
"That's what I was afraid of," Adam wailed. "Don't you understand, David?
I want you to! Please, David? Please?"

David was totally floored. As near as he could tell, Adam was practically
begging to be violated in a way that David had considered nothing more than
the worst kind of abuse. Not only that, but the doctor had obviously believed
that it was inevitable. He had obviously prepared packages for gay couples...
men and/or boys who the good doctor thought would be experimenting with
anal sex. David thought of the contents of the package. The purpose for each
item was painfully obvious to him, but still he couldn't get his arms around
the entire concept. To him it was abusive! To him this was why men went to
jail for doing such things to boys! And now a boy was sitting looking at him
expectantly, begging him to say yes, he would do it.

"Tell ya what," David suddenly said. "Let's put everything back in the bag.
Tonight when we get home, we'll read what the papers have to say, and we'll
talk about it."
"Sounds like a plan," Adam answered excitedly.
"Cool. Now let's go get you outfitted for that ski trip."

The remainder of the day was spent outfitting Adam for his ski trip. They
picked out a pair of skis, and of course ski boots. "Man," Adam exclaimed.
"These boots feel so cool!"
"They've got to fit right," the clerk told him. "If they don't fit perfectly, you
could snap both your ankles like match sticks."

They selected a ski jacket; pants, sweaters, hats and gloves. When Adam
thought they were finally done, David led him to the underwear section.
"Long underwear?" Adam questioned. "And... and silk?"
"Long underwear because it gets cold on those slopes," David explained,
"especially when you're traveling at fifty miles an hour. And silk, because
silk is the best, so they say. And my son has nothing but the best!"
"But..." Adam protested, "I've never worn long underwear in my life! Do I
really need it?"
"Trust me, ok? You'll need it. I bet you'll like it."

None too soon for Adam, they were on their way home. David stopped and
picked up a pizza, figuring that Adam would probably be too tired to wait for
him to prepare anything. Adam was excited about all the ski purchases, but
his enthusiasm was definitely dampened. David had mistaken that reduced
interest for fatigue. In fact, Adam was becoming more excited by the minute:
he could not get his mind off the contents of that brown bag.

Home at last, they made quick work of the pizza. Then David suggested
Adam try on his ski clothes while he called Arnie to report on the doctor's
visit. Adam complied readily, retreating to his own room. David had agreed
that they could sleep together as much as Adam wished, but for appearances
sake, and for Adam's self esteem as an individual, he had to maintain his own
room and keep all his personal things there. As David hung up the phone after
filling Arnie in on the day, Adam came down the stairs wearing only the black
silk long underwear. David gasped. "I can't believe it," he exclaimed.
"You're breathtaking even in long underwear!"
"Breathtaking enough to make you want to screw me?" Adam said shakily.
The familiar grin was not there; the remark was not a wise crack, nor a quip.
It seemed more to David like a plea than anything else.

David didn't answer the question. He took Adam in his arms and held him
close, then kissed him deeply. "That stupid underwear looks so awesome on
you!" he exclaimed.
"Feels awesome too," Adam replied. "It's... it's makin' me feel like... O man,
David, I think I'm gonna explode. Please, can we..."
"Tell ya what," David said, "let's just take the package and go to bed. We'll
read what the doctor wrote and figure out what to do next."
Adam didn't answer. He was already scurrying about, locking doors and
turning out lights.

Adam picked up the brown bag just as David picked up Adam. "You read it,"
Adam said as David climbed the stairs. I'll do whatever you say."
"You don't want us to read it together?" David questioned with surprise.
"Nope. You read it while I put these things away. Then you can surprise me.
Long as we... well... you know what I want, right? But I'll do it your way."
"Adam, I don't know any more about this than you do. I'm not even sure I
want to do this."
"You promised, David. You're not gonna break a promise are ya?"
"No, Adam, I won't break a promise. Go put your ski clothes away while I
get undressed and read what the doctor gave us."

"Well?" Adam demanded fifteen minutes later when he came bouncing into
David's room. "What'd it say?"
"Not very much, really," David replied. "There's just a lot of biological hocus
pocus there about the human anatomy and how flexible it can be, long as it's
not forced. It told about how a young person's body is still growing and can
adapt to almost anything, long as it is introduced gradually and not forced."
"But he didn't say we can't do it, right?" Adam asked anxiously.
"No, Adam, he didn't say that. He said it could be really great, long as we're
careful and take it slow."
"Did he tell us how to do that?"
"Not exactly. Of course he said we should use those plugs, one at a time, to
gently stretch the opening. But the instructions weren't very explicit. He
seems to think we'll know when we're ready."
"I'm ready now!"
"Maybe you are, but your butthole isn't. That's gonna take some time. And I
think maybe I'm gonna have you do me first. If that doesn't hurt too much,
then we'll go ahead."
"Can we do it tonight?"
"I don't see why not. We can start anyway. But it's gonna be a while before
we finish."
"What do I do?"
"Just relax. I'll tell you what I'm doing as we go, ok?"

"David," Adam said in his very best little boy voice as he snuggled in and got
comfortable.
"Yeah, Adam?"
"D'you think I'm weird?"
"Hell no, man! Why would you say a thing like that?"
"I dunno. It's just that... well... that silk long underwear."
"What about it? You look so awesome I almost jumped your bones right in
the den!"
"I dunno, it's kinda hard to explain. It's just that... well, when I put it on I got
real hard and hot. It really made me feel like... well, sexy!"
"You ARE sexy!"
"But... I got the same feeling when I put on those new Bugle Boy boxers for
the first time; and those new cargo shorts; and the Speedo bathing suit. I get
so... I'm just so..."
"You're like me in another way," David said with a chuckle. "Haven't you
noticed I've got drawers full of underwear, bathing suits, shorts? I'm the
same, Adam! You're not weird, just very horny! And I for one am very
thankful for that!"
"Really?"
"Uh-huh. So let's just relax and go to sleep, ok?"
"Oh no ya don't. You promised, David!"

David still wasn't sure about this. He wasn't sure he was doing the right
thing, and he certainly wasn't sure that this wasn't abuse in every sense of the
word. He would have flatly refused, but Adam was so excited! He wanted
this so badly! David had hoped that there would be information in the
doctor's documents to convince Adam that anal sex was a bad idea, but no
such information was there. On the contrary, the doctor had indicated that it
could be pleasurable, harmless, even beautiful, if done right. Unfortunately
there were not step by step instructions on how to do it right; only principles
and fundamentals. There was adequate information, the doctor had written, to
prepare any intelligent person to do it right. To be more explicit, the doctor
had said, would be restrictive. There was no single detailed procedure that
was right for everyone; it was up to the individual to apply the principles
presented to the specific situation.

"I'm gonna start by doing what we've been doing," David said. Adam was
trembling with anticipation. "I'll be massaging around the opening, then I'm
gonna stick my finger in you. You've got to promise you'll let me know if I'm
hurting you."
Adam didn't speak. He nodded his agreement.
"You sure?"
Adam nodded.
"Promise you'll tell me if you want to stop?"
Again a nod.

David wrapped his arms around Adam's trembling body. Their lips met and
they kissed deeply. Adam moaned softly as he felt David's erection push
against his thigh. David's hand was fondling Adam's genitals, rubbing gently,
then gliding lightly down below the scrotum, caressing the perineum softly.

Adam wasn't sure how it happened, but the next thing he knew his entire
package: penis, testicles, scrotum, were in the warm wetness that was
David's mouth. He didn't suck, didn't squeeze with his lips, didn't nibble. He
moved his tongue around very gently, barely touching the various parts in his
mouth. Meanwhile his finger was working its way closer to its goal: Adam's
tiny rosebud.

Adam felt his legs being raised as David released his genitals and moved into
position directly below his crotch. His legs were now spread wide and resting
on David's shoulders as David's tongue probed and poked about his scrotum
and beneath it. David's nostrils were presented with a little stronger aroma
here: the aroma that he knew was Adam's scent and his alone. Adam felt
what was almost a tickle as David's tongue inched closer to his opening. The
earlier trembling that had been Adam's nerves was gone now. He wasn't
thinking any more because all his strength, all his consciousness were being
used to experience: to feel the excruciating pleasure that was his lover taking
their love to a higher level.

The first contact was tentative, yet strong enough to shock the both of them.
Adam was totally shocked with the realization that David's tongue was
actually touching his anus! David was startled to discover that the scent, the
taste, the sensation were not the least unpleasant; actually it was about the
most pleasureful thing David had ever done with his tongue; so much so that
he had to do it again, and again, and yet again! Each time he touched that part
of Adam, the touch was more firm, more positive. Finally all caution was
abandoned as David tried to force his tongue past the tight sphincter. He
failed and tried again. Still no entry. He knew it would get easier as his plan
progressed, so he contented himself tonight with licking, sucking, tasting,
getting the entire area very wet. He noticed with a great deal of satisfaction
that Adam's body was trembling again; this time the tremors were from
pleasure, not nerves.

When Adam felt David's mouth on his penis again, he understood
instinctively what would happen next. He tried to relax and allow the finger to
enter. The finger pushed, then relaxed. It pushed again. This time Adam felt it
slide into him. Just as he started to get comfortable with its presence, it
withdrew. Then it was at the door again, this time thicker. David released his
penis and whispered, "Damn, you're so incredibly tight! Just relax, baby. I'm
not gonna hurt you." He slid his two fingers into his mouth and slobbered on
them, then slipped them into Adam's opening. Those few whispered words
seemed to be like magic; or was it the added lubricant? Whatever it was, the
sensation of those two fingers sliding into him, working their way around in
circles, gently forcing the opening a little wider, was almost more pleasure
than he could bear. And then the fingers withdrew.

"Ready for the plug?" David asked huskily.
Adam nodded. He opened his eyes and stared directly into David's. His face
had a radiance David had never noticed before; there was an expression that
David found reassuring. Now David was at peace with what he was doing,
what he was about to do. "Ok," he whispered, "I'm gonna roll you on your
side and lift your leg really high. You just relax and concentrate on allowing it
to slip into you."

Adam was totally relaxed now, completely limp as he felt himself being rolled
to his side. There was a brief pause as David retrieved the smallest of the
three plugs. He felt the bed jiggle slightly as David opened the tube of K-Y,
then spread some of the gel over the rubber plug. His leg was raised and
deposited on David's shoulder. When he felt the cold end of the lubricated
device against his anal opening, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and
let the air flow out of his lungs. He felt the tip enter. He felt himself being
forced open more widely. It started to hurt; not a lot, but definitely a little.
The invasion continued, slowly, gently, firmly. "You ok?" David whispered.
Adam nodded.
"Just another inch. Am I hurting you?"
"It's ok, really. I knew it'd hurt a little. Go ahead."

A little doubtful now, David pushed again. He felt the plug in his hand slide in
a little more, then Adam gasped as the largest part slid past the sphincter and
the plug slipped into place. Adam felt just a moment of pretty intense pain as
the ridge slid past his ring, then a sensation that was indescribable as the plug
slipped into place. "It's in," David said. "Good job, man!"
"WOW!" Adam whispered as he rolled over on his back and smiled up at
David. "That feels so totally wild! Thanks, man! That hardly hurt at all! So
how long do I leave it in?"
"That depends. When did you have your last dump?"
"Just after the pizza."
"Want to try and keep it in all night?"
"Can I? Really?"
"Promise you'll tell me if it starts to bother you?"
"It won't. It feels totally awesome!"
"Promise?"
"You never give up, do you?"
"Believe it! Now promise, or I take it out now!"

"David!" Adam exclaimed. They had been all settled down in the bed and
starting to drift off to sleep.
"What, Adam? Are you in pain?"
"No, David. I... I think I'm gonna cum! Yeah, David, I'm cumming!"

David dove under that covers and took Adam into his mouth, just in time to
receive Adam's ample load. Adam moaned involuntarily at the intensity of the
orgasm. When it was over, David slid back in place and kissed Adam. "I
guess it's still feeling good, huh?" he chuckled.
"Unreal!" Adam sighed. "I can't believe it! I never touched it! But it just kept
building and building, and I knew it was gonna go over the top. That was so
incredible!"
"I know, champ. It was kinda good for me too. Thanks for the unexpected
snack. You still wanna leave it in all night?"
"Yeah, man! Just try and get it out! Every time I move I can feel it, an' I keep
thinkin' how awesome it's gonna be when it's you in there."

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