Date: Sun, 9 Feb 2003 03:02:24 -0500
From: Shaver Boy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: DOCTOR'S ORDERS (Chapter 12) (TTT/t, exhib, mast, oral, anal)

NOTE: This is a work of fiction that depicts sexual situations between men
and teenagers. If that offends you or you are under 18 years old, don't read
on. Remember, these characters are fictional. They don't get any disease
that I don't want them to and they deal with things the way I want them to.
That isn't true in real life. Play safe. This is a fantasy, guys. Keep it
that way.

Comments are appreciated to shaverboy@yahoo.com

CHAPTER 12 -- PARTING SHOTS

"Sir, would you like something to drink?"

"Young man. . .?"

I snapped out of my haze and realized the flight attendant was talking to
me. I was a thousand miles away, staring out the window at the clouds and
thinking thoughts that had nothing to do with the friendly skies.

Besides, I really wasn't used to anyone calling me "sir".

"Um, a Coke, thanks."

She smiled at me as she handed me a can of Coke and a glass of ice,
accompanied by the little bag with eleven peanuts in it. I could tell she
thought I was a little weird. Or maybe that was just the way I felt right at
that moment.

I know at the end of the last chapter I said I was feeling on top of the
world. And I was. I had never felt so good in my life. I think I told you
all early in this story that I was sort of shy. What had happened in Florida
was unbelievable to me. I'd been the center of attention. I'd been the star.
I'd felt, well, so grown up. I know how stupid that phrase sounds. It was
too stupid to say out loud even then. But inside that was exactly how I
felt. I had been, as they say, `hangin' with the big dogs' and they had
treated me like I was one of them. It was a thirteen-year-old's dream. Well,
with a few variations, I guess. The majority of thirteen-year-olds don't
dream about being naked with the big dogs and getting fucked. But still the
general idea was right.

But now it was Saturday, January 1, 1994 and I was on a plane back home. My
little dream world was coming to an end the moment we pulled up to the gate.
All my doubts and unspoken fears started to creep back in.

OK, a little bit about what happened after we left the woods. (I knew you
were wondering.) Yes, we did stop at the shower room. And yes, I did get
naked again with Brett and Tommy. And yes we did get each other off one more
time, stroking each other until we creamed all over each other while several
other guys, of various ages, watched. And yes, yes, yes, I loved it.

Uncle Frank and I spent the evening together. He took me out to a good
seafood restaurant and then we went back for a late night naked swim at the
house. We ended up jacking each other in the pool and he even pulled me up
to the surface so he could suck my dick. I shot into his mouth and he shot
his load into the water as I stroked him. We lolled around in the water
until late, talking. He tried to be reassuring about the new sexual freedom
I'd found. But he also cautioned me about being too impatient about stuff.
And to be careful about who I let in on my desires until I'd figured it all
out. I tried to take it all in. But at thirteen, `patient' is a meaningless
word.

The next day was New Years Eve. Uncle Frank took the day off and we went on
a sight-seeing cruise. Sounds boring? Well the boat was clothing optional (I
think Uncle Frank knew every clothing optional option in south Florida).
Well guess what we opted for. Let's just say that I made much more progress
on that all over tan -- it was great lying out on the deck, naked, getting
hard. And let's also just say that I had a little bit of fun below decks
with two guys from Boston who were vacationing in South Beach. If that ship
had had set ground on the shore of some uncharted desert isle, I don't think
I would have minded playing an X-rated Gilligan for a few years.

That night we went over to Ted's. Uncle Frank and Ted were heading out for
another party at some friend's house. Tommy and Brett had opted out of going
out to hit the clubs and were having a New Year's Eve pool party (I think
they'd been thrown out of some club the night before for being under 21.).
Coming from colder climates, it seemed so strange to me to be going to a New
Year's party on a sultry warm night wearing shorts and a tee shirt. After
the usual warnings to Tommy to keep things cool, the two of them left us.

Tommy had on a pair of baggy jeans, riding low enough that you could see the
top of that bubble ass of his. No shoes or shirt. He led me back to the bar.

"OK, dude, fix what you want. We're all back in my room." He headed off down
the hall.  I got a coke from the bar and mixed a little Jack Daniels in it
(Boy was I feeling bold!). I went off down the hall to look for Tommy and
Brett.

Tommy, Brett and another guy were sitting on the bed in Tommy's room,
drinking beers. They all had their shirts off and sat there barefooted in
their jeans. Tommy introduced the other guy as Derek. He was seventeen, a
year younger than Tommy. He was a slimmer build than Tommy but a little
taller, red-haired and toned. They had played baseball together in high
school. Tommy promised to tell me all about him later. There were a lot of
things that Tommy had promised to tell me about. (But he didn't get around
to it until later so you'll just have to wait.)

They were watching the TV and passing a joint back and forth between them. I
'd never done pot but the smell of it filled the room. There was something
appealing about it, like burning leaves in the fall. As I glanced at the
screen, I realized that they were not watching Dick Clark's New Year's
Rockin' Eve. They were watching the tape of me licking the precum off the
tip of Tommy's dick. My face burned red.

Tommy grinned that wicked grin of his at me. "Hope you don't mind, dude. I
just had to show them what I could do with this thing. We already watched
the one of me. But this one was so fucking hot I had to show it. Anyhow, no
need to be freaked. Derek here sure knows what my knob tastes like."

Derek glared at him as he took a hit on the joint and reached over Tommy to
hand it to Brett. "Fuck you! Shut up, asshole!"

Tommy had no intention of shutting up however. "Hey, I've tasted yours a few
times too man." Looking at me as I came toward the bed, he continued. "I
wish I'd had this fucking camera when he and I used to room together on
those team trips. We got pretty fucking wild in a few of those motels.
Remember the time we stayed in that dorm and I boned you in the shower and .
. ."

Derek clamped his hand over Tommy's mouth. "What part of "'shut up' don't
you understand, you jerk. Now leave it."

Well, at least I wasn't the only one who was embarrassed.

Brett handed the joint back to Tommy, laughing, "Calm down, you bitches.
Everybody here knows what Tommy's dick tastes like. Who gives a shit." He
motioned to me. "Come on over, dude. Take a look at how hot you are on TV."

I took a big gulp of my drink. I wasn't used to drinking and the warm
feeling of the bourbon ran through me, leaving me just a little dizzy. `What
the hell' I thought and sat down on the crowded bed next to Derek. Tommy was
next to him and Brett was on the end. I watched Tommy and myself sucking
each other on screen. I had to admit that seeing this again was hot. Tommy,
Brett and Derek rubbed their dicks through their jeans while they watched
the performance. I took another sip of JD and Coke.

Tommy looked over at me. "Take off your shirt, dude. It's fucking hot in
here. Get comfortable. Have a drag." He held out the joint.

I slipped my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. I kicked off my
tennis shoes and sat back on the bed next to Derek. I took the joint and
sucked in the acrid smoke. After the coughing fit that followed, I handed it
back to Derek.

The tape had reached the point where Tommy was getting ready to put his dick
in me. I could feel Derek breathing hard next to me. He had his hand down
his jeans groping his hard cock.

Tommy was on the other side of him. "See Der, I knew this would get you
fucking hot and bothered.

Tommy reached over and started rubbing his hand over Derek's chest, lightly
brushing his nipples. I heard Derek groan softly. Tommy's hand rubbed in
lazy circles, working lower and lower down his stomach. I watched, feeling
my own dick drooling in my shorts. I reached down and began rubbing the
bulge.

Tommy raised an eyebrow at me. "Are we going to have a live performance
here, dude?"

I felt a little self-conscious but also from the combination of a little
booze and a little pot, was feeling kind of mellow. "Um, well, I don't know.
. ."

Tommy ignored my hesitation, looking at Derek who was definitely hot and
bothered. "Hey, Der, why don't you help him out."

Derek looked a little hesitant himself but reached over and, pushing my hand
out of the way, began squeezing and rubbing my dick through my shorts.

"Oh, yeah," escaped my lips. Derek's manipulation felt so good.

"Let's get him naked, dudes," Tommy instructed, "I know how this little
fucker loves to get naked."

The three of them were on me. Brett pulled off my socks while Tommy and
Derek unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down my legs. I lay there in my
white briefs, my dick straining against the fabric. Tommy hooked his fingers
in the waistband and pulled those off as well. I was naked with a throbbing
dick and three hot guys were kneeling over me.

Tommy grabbed my balls and started massaging them. He looked at Derek. "Why
don't you show him what you can do, bud? He deserves a hot blow job."

Derek looked at my dick for a few seconds and then nodded and bent down and
took it in his hand. He ran his tongue around the head a few times. I
moaned. He took it in his mouth. Derek definitely knew how to suck. He
expertly worked his tongue around my dick as he applied suction off and on
to it. I was in heaven.

Tommy jumped off the bed. "I gotta get this on tape guys. This is just too
fucking good." He stopped the tape that was playing and stuck a fresh one in
the camcorder. He aimed the camera and pressed Record.

Derek sat up. "Hey, man, I don't know about this. I mean, I don't want
anybody seeing this. What if Dee found out I was sucking some guy's joint?
She'd freak."

"She'd just be jealous `cause you do it better than she does, dude. And you
do."

"Hey, how do you know how Dee is at blow jobs?" Now Derek was a little
upset. He was obviously not prepared to hear that his girlfriend had done
Tommy too.

Tommy just rolled his eyes. "Oh, for God's sake, dude, don't get all freaked
out. I only know `cause you've told me what she sucks like. And I know you
do it better. Hell, dudes always give better head. So get back to work on
the little dude there. He's getting impatient. And don't worry about the
fucking tape. It's just for us guys."

Derek seemed pleased that Tommy hadn't had first hand knowledge of Dee's
cocksucking talents. He went back to work on my dick. Tommy winked at Brett
and mouthed `Oh yeah I had her' and gave a thumbs down. Brett just shook his
head and tried not to laugh.

On the TV, I watched Derek working his mouth on my dick. It was still so
strange to be seeing myself naked and with a guy sucking me. It made it even
hotter for me.

By this time, Brett had stripped off his jeans and had positioned himself
kneeling near my face. I knew what he wanted. He bent down over me and I
wrapped my lips around his fat dick.

Tommy had also stripped down. He was kneeling behind Derek, rubbing his dick
up and down his crack. Derek tried to pull off my dick in protest but Tommy
pushed his head back down. Derek didn't resist too much.

Tommy patted him on the butt as he gripped his hips and humped his crack
more. "Enjoy it dude. You always did. And this is the first time in fucking
months we've gotten together. I still remember how much you used to love
this. Remember that trip to the Keys with Dad and Frank two years ago?"
Tommy grinned at me as I continued sucking Brett. "You should have seen Der,
Dougie. You would have fucking loved this trip. We stayed at this cabin
right on the water on Marathon Key. Fucking naked the whole weekend. And
that was the first time Der let me bone him. We'd fooled around on team
trips before but this time we smoked a little weed one night and I started
fingering his hole while we blew each other and the first thing you know he
was begging for it. So I stuck it in him. Thought he'd have a fucking heart
attack. Squealed like a pig. But by the time I was done he was humping my
rod like there was no tomorrow. I was beatin' his meat while I boned him and
he blew the biggest wad of spunk I ever saw all over himself. And he blew
again when I shot in him without me even touching him. Yeah, you would have
loved it."

I could feel Derek getting more excited, apparently thinking about that
time. He sucked more deeply on my dick. And I was getting more excited too.
The thought of Tommy fucking him for the first time was creating images in
my head that were sending hot signals right to my dick. Tommy was bending
down now, licking Derek's crack, tonguing his hole. Derek moaned deeply, the
vibration of it tickled my straining cock as he sucked it. I started
cumming. Derek gulped away at my load, taking it down his throat. I shook,
making animal sounds around the thick pole that filled my mouth. That sent
Brett over the top. His hot jizz sprayed into my mouth. I did my best to
swallow it.

Tommy, by this time was starting to push his dick into Derek's butt. I
watched as Tommy started pumping in and out of his ass. Derek had this sort
of glazed look on his face, part stoned and part really turned on. Derek was
now moaning loudly. "Oh, shit, man, oh, shit! Oh, God!" I reached under him
and stroked his leaking dick.

Tommy picked up speed. Within a minute he was shooting his load into Derek's
ass, slamming against him. He knelt there, still inside Derek, sweaty and
panting. Brett was stroking me gently, brining my dick back to full hardness
(not that it had gone down too much). He leaned over and whispered to me
"Hey, Dougie dude, you want to try it? You want to see what a hot manhole
feels like around your fucking cock?"

God, yes. I nodded. Tommy heard what Brett had said and pulled out of Derek'
s hole. He motioned to me. I looked at Derek first. He looked back at me and
nodded.

I got up on my knees and worked my way around behind Derek. Brett was now
stroking his dick. Tommy slowly pulled out of him and backed away. "Do it
dude," he said to me. "You're gonna fucking love it."

I put my hands on Derek's sweaty hips and rubbed my dick against his firm,
smooth ass cheek. I was nervous. What if I screwed this up? What if he
pulled away saying I didn't know what I was doing?

Tommy seemed to realize what I was feeling. He put his hand on my shoulder.
"Just take it slow, dude. Just slide it in. He's all ready for you."

I took my dick in my hand and placed the head at Derek's hole, rubbing it a
few times and smearing it with my precum. It was already moist from Tommy's
juices. His hole sort of spasmed a little bit as I rubbed.

"Push a little," Tommy prompted.

I thought about what it had felt like when Tommy had pushed into me. I
applied a little pressure. The head of my dick started spreading his hole
open and then popped in. My momentum carried me in about two inches. I heard
Derek groan.

"Easy, man, a little at a time," Derek said through gritted teeth.

I blushed. "Sorry."

"No, it's OK. It feels good. Just work the rest in slow, man."

I thought back to Tommy again and started slowly working in and out, working
a little more of my dick in with each thrust. It felt so strange but so
good. Derek's insides were hot and velvety, and gripped my dick like a soft
glove. Tommy was behind me, massaging my shoulders and rubbing his dick
against me. Suddenly I realized I was all the way in. My belly was up
against his ass.

"You're in dude," Tommy whispered in my ear. "Now go for it."

I started pumping my hips. My dick slid in and out of Derek's tight hole. It
was fantastic. Tommy was still behind me, reaching around me and playing
with my nipples. I was on fire. I started pumping a little faster.

"Fuck him, Dougie," Brett said as he knelt beside Derek watching, still
stroking Derek's dick and his own. "Work his ass." He scooted around in
front of Derek and rubbed his fat cock against his mouth. Derek turned away.

Tommy gave directions. "Come on, Der, show my roomie how good you are."
Derek looked at Tommy and nodded, then turned back to the fireplug of a dick
in front of him and began licking and sucking the head. Soon he had his
mouth stretched over Brett's thick shaft. Brett winked at Tommy and gave a
thumbs-up.

Tommy started working a finger into me as I pumped. My heart was pounding so
hard I thought everybody must be able to hear it. I was fucking hard now.
Derek bounced on the bed beneath me as I picked up speed.

"Oh, fuck, man do it! Fuck me!" Derek was breathing hard. I felt the muscles
of his ass tighten around my dick. I felt his cheeks tense in my hands. "OH
SHIT!" he yelled. I looked down to see him shooting all over the bed. I sped
up even more. I knew that I wouldn't last much longer.

As I got close, I was grunting and pounding. Sweat poured off of me. The
room was spinning. Tommy screwed his finger around in my butt. He was
stroking his dick.

My balls pulled up tight to my body and let loose.

"AAAAAAAGH!" I shouted as my cum exploded into Derek's hot guts. Again and
again, volleys of jizz shot out. I could feel it around my dick, slicking up
Derek's insides. I finally stopped. I fell on top of him, my dick still in
him. Tommy and Brett both moved around to either side of me and splashed a
load of cum on my back as I lay there. I was trembling uncontrollably and
panting like I'd swam a hundred laps.

Tommy flopped down beside us, a little out of breath himself. He smiled at
me. "OK dude, you are now totally not a virgin anymore."





I sat on the plane thinking of all that. Thank God there was an empty seat
next to me. Anybody looking at me from there would have seen the huge bulge
in my jeans and the big wet spot that had formed on the front.





The evening had gone on from there. We'd gone out to the pool, all still
naked and a little high and horny. We horsed around in the pool for a while.
Tommy had fucked me while Brett fucked Derek. At midnight, I got to fuck
Brett while Derek finally got to do me and Tommy did him.

By around two o'clock, Brett and Tommy were sitting in the Jacuzzi enjoying
one last joint. They were pretty stoned by then. I was a little smashed
myself on a couple more JD and Cokes. Derek was sitting with his feet in the
pool, drinking a beer, smoking a cigarette and looking out into space. I
came over and sat by him.

"Hey, thanks for tonight," I said, "I never got to do that before, I mean,
you know, do it to somebody."

Derek took a drag off his cigarette. "Hey, no problem, buddy." He looked at
me with somewhat bloodshot eyes and smiled a woozy smile. "You know, I don't
do this shit too often. I mean, like, it's just like, when I'm around Tommy.
He and me, we like, we started this stuff back in sophomore year and it's,
like, it's just what we do. I mean, yeah, I've done it with a few other
dudes, but like, don't get the wrong idea. I mean I really dig the ladies.
And Dee, well, she , like, well is special, man. I mean, sometimes she's a
little wild and all but she kind of knows what turns me on, you know?"

I nodded even though I didn't have any idea what he was talking about.

Derek put his hand on my shoulder. "Can I tell you something, buddy?"

"Sure."

Derek took another drag. "Sometimes, when she's giving me head, she sticks
her finger in me. And man, it makes me blow a wad. And a few weeks ago, she,
like, used her vibrator on me. And I blew like this awesome load all over."

"Great."

"But, you know, and this is what you can't tell anybody, especially not
Tommy." He paused and squashed his cigarette out in the ashtray. "When she
did it, and like when she does other stuff, like eat my butthole, and, you
know, fingers me and stuff, like, sometimes I start thinking it's Tommy. And
I start thinking of the shit that we did and stuff. And that's when I blow."

"OK." I could see he was getting a little hard again just talking about it.
I watch his dick twitching up between his legs.

He lit another cigarette and took a slug of beer. "You don't think I'm . . .
you know, . . .queer?"

I shifted uncomfortably. This topic was one that I kept trying to avoid. I
didn't want to think about it. And I sure didn't know what to say to Derek.

"I don't. . ."

He interrupted, "'Cause I'm not, you know. I mean, I don't think so. I mean,
sometimes I do think so but I think that's bullshit `cause I do it with Dee
but you know," he looked over toward the Jacuzzi, "I really, well, I sort of
miss him, a lot. We were real tight. And you know, like I did this stuff
with him like because we were so tight and stuff. But, then, sometimes, I'm
just not sure. But now he' off at fucking FSU and this Brett guy are all
tight and I, well, shit, I miss him."

He went on rambling for several minutes. I was just as glad because I didn't
have any idea what to say when he stopped. He had his hand on my thigh now
and was sort of massaging my leg. My dick started coming back to life.

He finally ran out of ramble. "So whadaya think, buddy?"

"Um, I don't know. Just do what you feel like, I guess." It was about the
only thing I could think of to say.

He grazed his index finger against my dick and leaned closer to me. We sat
silently while he did that for a couple of minutes. Finally he spoke
quietly. "And what are you feeling like, little buddy? You want to do it
again?"

I could see his dick was hard as stone again. So was mine. I nodded. "Um,
sure."

Derek slid off the lip of the pool and into the water he came around in
front of me and gripped my dick. He reached up with his other hand and ran
it across my chest.

"Scoot up right to the edge, man, and lean back."

I did. He leaned forward and started licking my head, running his tongue
around the edge of it. Then he licked down the bottom of the shaft. He
tongued my balls and sucked one and then the other into his mouth. It hurt a
little having them pulled like that, but it felt good too. He spread my legs
further and flicked his tongue further down to my hole. He licked in circles
around it. he had my dick in his hand slowly stroking. It felt unbelievable.

Suddenly he stopped. He looked up at me and said very softly, "You want to
do me again, buddy?"

I was too turned on talk. I just nodded. He gestured toward the yard and
then jumped out of the pool. His dick was still hard as a rock. He stood and
reached down to pull me to my feet. He grabbed the big double air-mattress
near the lounge chair and led me over to the grass back in the shadows. He
put the mattress on the ground and then turned to me. He put his arms around
me and leaned down. We kissed. I could taste Miller Lite and Marlboro on his
tongue as he ran it around in my mouth. Slowly he pulled me down on top of
him. Our dicks rubbed together, smearing precum on each other's stomachs. He
ended the kiss and pushed up on my shoulders.

Looking intensely into my eyes he whispered, "Fuck me."

Remembering how Tommy had done me the first time, I scooted back onto my
knees and took both of Derek's legs in my hands. I pushed them up toward his
chest. As I leaned forward my dick scraped against his ass. I reached down
and aimed it at his hole.

Derek's eyes were shiny, he looked at me and whispered again, "Fuck me."

I pushed. My dick sank into him. He had opened up more since I had done him
earlier. He let out a groan. I stopped for a moment and then he nodded at
me. I started pumping my hips. His insides still felt so warm and soft and
gripping. He was doing something to work his muscles to massage my dick as I
fucked him. I couldn't believe how good it felt.

Derek was making little `ugh, ugh, noises. He looked up at me as I worked
his hole and hissed, "Harder."

I picked up speed. The wet sound of `thwap, thwap' echoed through the
darkness as my hips slapped against his ass. He was fucking back now,
working his ass down and up on my dick.

He was jacking his dick as I plowed into him. He closed his eyes and started
mumbling, more to himself than to me. "Fuck me, yeah, do my hole, screw me,
buddy, screw my ass, do it hard, man, fuck me, Tommy."

I realized then what he was thinking. I felt a little funny about it. But I
was too far gone to worry about it. I fucked harder. I could feel the jizz
rising in my balls. I grunted and slammed into him. My juice shot into his
ass. As it did I watched his dick blow a load all over his stomach. I fell
forward on top of him. Both of us lay there for a few minutes and tried to
catch our breath. My head was against his chest and I could feel the
thumping of his heart. He caressed my back with his hand.

Finally, I rolled off of him, my dick pulling out of him. He rolled on his
side and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, buddy. You're a good guy."

I kissed him back. "Thank you too." I lay back and stared up at the stars.



By the time Uncle Frank and Ted returned, sometime around four in the
morning, we were still lying on the air mattress together, sound asleep.
Brett and Tommy were snoring away on two lounge chairs on the other side of
the pool. They didn't bother to wake us.

The next thing I remembered was Uncle Frank gently nudging my shoulder in
the morning. Tommy and Brett had already gotten up. Derek was still dead to
the world next to me. I had a horrible headache and my mouth felt like it
had been stuffed with the contents of a throw pillow. It hurt to move. But I
was happy.

Derek and I had gone in and joined Tommy and Brett in the big shower in Ted'
s room (they were already in progress, stroking each other's dicks) and
Uncle Frank and Ted ended up joining us for a morning cumfest. We all sat
out naked by the pool. I was sort of quiet as I swilled down orange juice
and tried to keep my head from falling off and rolling away. But being
hung-over (for the first time in my life) wasn't what was really bothering
me.

It was that this was all coming to an end.

Uncle Frank and I went home and I started packing. I looked around to see
him standing in the doorway smiling at me.

"So, you had a good time?"

"Um, yeah, it was great." I didn't know exactly what to say.

"You are alright with everything that happened, aren't you?"

"I guess so. I just, it's just that. . ." I sat down on the bed, not sure
how to put all the thoughts going through my head.

Uncle Frank came and put his arm around me. "Don't try to sort it out too
fast, Doug. Just go with it as it comes."

Tears were in my eyes. "But what do I do now?"

"Opportunities will come up. Not everyday is a day at the beach." He
squeezed my shoulder and chuckled.

That got a smile out of me. "Especially not that beach."

"Well, anytime you need a day at the beach, you come on down. But you'll
find what you need." We hugged. And he kissed me on my forehead like always.

Tommy and Ted were at the airport when we got there. Tommy handed me a
package. "Hey, dude, I thought you should have a little reminder of your
trip. Enjoy it."

We all hugged and I waved to them as I headed onto the plane.


"Ladies and gentlemen, please make sure your seatbelts are fastened and
return your seats and tray tables to their upright and locked position. We
will be landing in a few minutes."

I looked out the window at the ground getting closer as we circled back over
the river. We headed over downtown, and lower over the university, and lower
over the fairgrounds. As I heard the screech of the tires hitting the runway
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Now what?

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

Copyright 2003 by Shaver Boy

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