Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2003 01:26:12 -0500
From: Shaver Boy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: DOCTOR'S ORDERS (Chapter 13) (t/t, M/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 13 - RE-ENTRY

An hour later, I was in my room, unpacking. On the way home, Mom and Dad had
asked all about my stay with Uncle Frank. I was obviously vague in my
answers, although accurate about going to the beach and on the sight seeing
boat and to Ted's for New Year's Eve. I just left out all the detail.

"Well that was nice of Dr. Goetz to have you all over last night," Mom said
over her shoulder as I sat in the back seat of the car. "By the way, Dr.
Owen called to make sure you had recovered from your allergy attack. He
wants you to come in next Saturday so he can check on you."

I shivered a little at the thought. I hadn't quite figured out what I was
going to tell Dr. Owen about Florida. But I knew he'd have a lot of
questions and that I'd end up excited and hard from giving the answers.

In my room, I unzipped my backpack. There was the package that Tommy had
given me. I ripped off the wrapping. There were three VHS videotapes and a
note.

    Dude,

    Hey it was a fucking blast wasn't it. Thought you'd like a little
something to remember your trip by. I threw in the one of me so you'd
remember how fucking hot I am (HA!) Come down to Tallahassee one of these
days and the roomie and I will show you around college life.

    Later,

    T

I looked at the labels on the tapes. The first one read "Hot Fucking Stud".
The second one read "Dougie the Dude meets Hot Fucking Stud". The third read
"New Years with the Stud Boys". (OK, Tommy wasn't going to win any prizes
for witty titles.)

I stuck the tapes on the top shelf of my closet where I kept a collection of
comics and a few sports mags. I had a VCR down the basement but I needed to
wait until everybody was gone to watch these. I felt a tingling in my dick.
I rubbed the front of my jeans, feeling the goopy leakage soak my underwear.
I knew my parents were going over to an open house at a neighbor's house
later and my sister was over at a friend's to spend the night. In the
meantime, I could wait. Well, maybe. Well, no I couldn't.

I went in the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stripped down and looked
at my body. My tan looked great and my trimmed bush really did make my dick
look bigger as it waved in front of me. I climbed into the shower and
started soaping myself up. I reached back and ran my finger down my crack,
gently rubbing my hole. It was still pretty tender from all the action of
the night before. I massaged it with my soapy finger and slowly worked it
inside of me. With my other hand, I squeezed and stroked my achingly hard
dick, moaning softly. I was getting close when I heard a knock on the door.
I was so startled, I nearly fell over. It was Dad shouting through the door
that they were leaving and something else I didn't catch. I yelled back OK
and tried to refocus on what I'd been doing. But the mood had been broken.
Besides, if they were leaving, now I could go down the basement and watch
the tapes while I did it. I rinsed off and shut off the shower. Climbing
out, I toweled off and then, picking up my clothes, walked naked back to my
room. I stopped in the doorway.

There lying on the bed was Chip, reading a magazine. He looked up and saw me
standing there, naked and hard. He studied my tan and his eyes settled on my
hard cock.

"Christ, Doug," he said, "Is that all you do?"

I was a little unprepared to see him like this but I tried to act calm. "I
didn't know you were here." I threw my clothes on a chair and flopped down
on the bed next to him. He moved away a little bit.

"Didn't you hear your dad screaming at you through the door? He let me in
before they left."

"I was in the shower, man." I was rubbing my dick a little as we talked.
Chip nervously looked down and then looked away.

"Um, so how was your trip?"

"Great. It was really great. I got a lot of sun." I wasn't sure quite what
to tell him.

"Yeah, I can see. Like, all over it looks like."

"OK, look, you're not going to believe this. My uncle took me to a nude
beach."

Chip stared at me. "You're kidding me. Your uncle?"

I tried to be cool about it all. "Yeah, he likes to go there and he thought
I would. And it was pretty cool."

Chip was still trying to process all this. "So, like there were guys and
girls there, and they were all, like, nude?"

"Yeah."

"Good looking girls?"

"Some of them. And some good looking guys too."

Chip was quiet for a second. "Did, like, guys get, um, boners?"

"Some did. Nobody got bothered about it."

"Did you? Oh wait, why am I even asking? You get hard if the wind blows."
Another pause. "So what all did you do there?"

Now it was my turn to hesitate. What was I going to tell him? "Well I went
swimming in the ocean and laid out. And then, well, um, I went back in the
woods near the beach 'cause I had to pee. And there were this guy and girl
doing it, right there."

I could see Chip shaking a little. "You mean they were screwing?"

"Actually, she was blowing him."

"And you watched."

I took a deep breath. "Some. Then she saw me and got me to come over."

"No way! You're not serious."

"No, really."

"You were still like naked?"

"Well, I'd put my shorts back on when I left the beach but she pulled them
off. And she felt my dick."

"Shit."

"And then she sucked it."

Chip's mouth was hanging open. "Wait, no damn way. What was the guy doing?
Just standing there letting his girlfriend suck another guy?"

OK, now the hard part. "Um, well no. He . . .got me to play with his dick."
I felt a pounding of blood in my head as I waited for his reaction to that.

"What?"

"He asked me to and so I did."

Chip's face was turning red. "Um, so, was that all you did?"

A long pause. "No. I, um, well he asked me to, um suck him." I was really
rubbing my dick now, spreading the increasing flow of ooze around the head.
I could tell that Chip was hard too. He shifted around on the bed.

"And you did."

"Yeah."

"While this girl sucked you."

"Yeah."

"Shit!"

Chip tried to process all this information, obviously having a hard time
doing it.

"So was this guy Hot Fucking Stud?"

I did a double-take. "Huh?"

"I saw the tapes up in your closet when I got the magazine out."

OK, I hadn't prepared for discussing Tommy with Chip. How was I going to
explain this?

"Um, well, see, a few other things happened too. This friend of my uncle's
was a doctor and had to give me an allergy shot and while I was over at his
house I met this guy's son and he and I sort of, well, fooled around and he,
well, sort of taped it."

As I raced through that very sketchy summary of my time with Tommy, my face
was burning with embarrassment, but also with excitement. As awkward as I
felt about telling Chip about this, I also was turned on to be telling him.
And it showed in the increased flow of pre-cum from my throbbing dick.

Chip was just lying there staring at me like I had grown two heads. "So . .
. what's on this tape?"

"Um, well, it's me jacking off. And then Tommy and me, um, blowing each
other." I deliberately left out the other part of the scene where Tommy had
fucked me.

Chip sat silently for a moment. Finally he said, "Can I see it?"

"Oh, shit, I don't know. That's kind of."

"Come on, man. I can't believe you did this. I want to see."

I thought for a second. Maybe, if I just showed him the first part it would
be OK. I had an idea.

"OK, but on one condition. You gotta be naked when you watch it."

"No way."

"Hey, you're gonna be watching me naked. So you gotta be. And anyway, it's
not like I haven't seen it all before."

Chip looked a little uncomfortable at the mention of our Christmas night
adventure.

"OK. It's a deal."

I got up and went over to the closet and pulled out the second tape. When I
turned around, Chip studied me.

"What happened to your hair down there?"

"Tommy, that's the guy with the tape, trimmed it. He thought it looked
hotter. And it makes my dick look bigger."

Chip frowned a little but kept staring at my crotch. "OK."

"Come on, let's go."

I picked up a pair of jeans and a tee shirt just in case my parents came
back, and headed out of the room. Chip followed me. I could feel him looking
at my ass as we headed down the stairs to the front hall and then down to
the basement. My sleeping bag was still spread out on the floor from the
last time. I dropped my clothes on the couch and went over to stick the tape
in the VCR. I turned around. Chip was just standing there.

"OK, if you want to see this, you know the deal."

Chip kicked off his tennis shoes and undid his jeans. He pulled them off and
then his sweat shirt and tee shirt. He stood there in his briefs and socks
for a moment. The front of his briefs was tented out by his dick. After
hesitating, he pulled them off and peeled off his socks. He turned to face
me, spreading his hands.

"OK, happy?"

"Yeah." I sat down on the sleeping bag, the video remote in my hand. Chip
sat down on the couch.

I shook my head. "No, sit down here with me." I pointed to the space next to
me.

Chip sighed. He got up and came over next to me on the sleeping bag, leaning
back on his elbows. His hard uncut dick stood almost straight up, twitching
from time to time.

In his most sarcastic voice, he said, "OK. NOW can we start this thing?"

He was starting to piss me off a little. I mean, I could tell he wanted to
see this and that he was turned on about it. Why was he being such an
asshole about it? I hit Play.

The TV screen lit up with the picture of me lying naked on Tommy's bed. I
was stroking my dick.

Chip's eyes were wide with amazement. "Shit, you really did do this."

I rubbed my cock back and forth across my belly as I studied his reaction.
"What do you think?" I finally asked.

Chip was stroking his own dick as he watched the screen. "This is so weird."

I reached over and took hold of his dick as we watched. At first, he seemed
reluctant to let me touch it, then he lay back and let me stroke him. I
pulled the foreskin over the head and back again. I felt him shiver. Finally
he reached over and took hold of mine. He rubbed his thumb around the head,
spreading the thick lube that continued leaking out. He didn't look at me,
just at the TV.

The tape progressed to the point where Tommy joined me on the bed. This was
Chip's first glimpse of Tommy.

"Wow. He's really built well." Chip said softly, squeezing my dick slightly.

"He sure is." I increased my stroking of Chip's dick. I wanted him to cum
before the tape got to the part with Tommy fucking me. I just wasn't quite
ready to let him see that.

"Damn, you're blowing him." Chip whispered as he watched me take Tommy's big
cock in my mouth. He started working my dick even harder.

"Yeah, remember how that feels?" I wanted to go down on him.

"I remember," he said softly.

He spread his legs a little more. I got the signal. I got up on my knees and
moved between his legs. I bent down and ran my tongue around the head of his
dick. He shuddered and let out a soft "aaah" sound. I took it in my mouth.

"Shit!" he groaned. He continued to watch the tape as I worked my lips up
and down his shaft. I cupped his balls in my hand and gently massaged them.
I felt Chip's hips grinding slowly and thrusting slightly into my sucking
mouth.

On the screen, Tommy started to move around into 69 position. As he bent
down to take my dick in his mouth on the tape, I started to inch around
toward a similar position with Chip. He reached over and took my dick in his
hand again and resumed stroking but gave me no sign whether he wanted to
imitate the action on the screen. I sucked harder. I felt him pull on my
dick a little and shift himself toward it. I lifted my leg up and positioned
my dick right over his face. For a moment he just kept stroking it. And then
I felt his tongue touch the tip. I pressed it against his lips. He took it
in his mouth. I started pumping in and out slowly. His mouth felt so good.

I glanced up at the screen. I knew that soon we'd be moving on to my first
fuck experience. I decided to go for broke, using another trick that Tommy
had taught me. Pulling my mouth off of Chip's dick, I began licking his
balls, stroking him as I did. I leaned in further and ran my tong deeper
between his legs. I hit the zone behind his sack, what Tommy had called the
"taint". Chip shook violently. I both heard and felt him utter a loud moan
around my dick. And I knew it was not going to be long. I flicked my tongue
back and forth more across the sensitive skin and worked his dick faster. He
spread his legs wider and I could see his toes curling and uncurling.

"UUUUUNNNNGGGHH!"

Chip's back arched off the sleeping bag and his dick erupted in a blast of
cream, shooting up and splattering my neck with what felt like the force of
a garden hose. A second round seemed to hit my chest equally hard. A third
splashed onto his belly, and a fourth and a fifth.

I pulled my dick out of his mouth and, still kneeling over him, jacked a
huge load onto his stomach chest and neck. I panted for a moment. Then I
looked at the screen. I only had a few seconds before the scene changed. I
rolled over beside Chip and grabbed the remote, pushing the Stop button. The
screen sent blank.

Chip was still shaking. I looked over at him and ran a finger through the
sea of cum coating his chest. I stuck my finger in my mouth and licked the
mix of his and my cum off of it. Chip was looking up at me, with this sort
of half smile and a strange look in his eyes. He reached up toward my chest
and ran his hand down it gently. Then he stopped, as if he had caught
himself doing something he hadn't meant to. He lay there looking at the
ceiling, his chest still heaving.

"So you liked it?" I asked.

He didn't respond for a moment.

"Could you get me a towel?" he finally asked, still staring into space.

That wasn't exactly the response I'd hoped for, but then again, he was
pretty glopped up. I started to reach down and touch his face. But like him,
I pulled away. I was feeling . . . something. I just couldn't quite put a
name to it.

"Sure." I got to my feet and walked back to the laundry, still dripping
slightly myself. I found a towel on top of the dryer and wiped Chip's cum
off my neck and chest. I turned and headed back into the rec room as I heard
Chip say "Oh God!"

I froze when I walked into the room. Chip had the remote in his hand and had
fast forwarded the tape. On the screen, Tommy was pumping away at my ass. I
felt all the blood drain from my face.

"Shit, I didn't want you to see that quite yet."

"What the hell were you thinking? You let a guy screw you!"

"Yeah, well, it just sort of happened."

He grabbed the towel out of my hand and started wiping himself off. His eyes
never left the screen. The tape continued playing.

"It looks like you're really getting into it just sort of happening. How
much have you done this?"

"Hey, this was the first time."

"But not the last, I take it?"

"No." I looked at the floor.

"The same guy?"

Oh shit, why did he have to ask that? I struggled to decide how to respond.
I decided on the truth. "Him and a couple of others."

Chip stood up and started pulling on his clothes. He glared at me. "You're
too much. I never realized what a pervert you are."

That hurt. I spat back at him, "You didn't seem to mind when I was sucking
your dick. And when you were sucking mine."

"That was a mistake. I should have never let you talk me into it. I'm not a
goddammed fag."

"And you're saying I am."

He pointed at the screen. "There it is, in living color. I don't know why I
didn't realize it a long time ago."

"Fuck you! I didn't hold a gun to your head to blow me you know."

Chip was dressed now. He started toward the stairs. He turned back for a
second, fire in his eyes. "No, fuck you, Doug. Oh sorry, somebody already
has."

He ran up the stairs and I heard the front door slam. I sat down heavily on
the sleeping bag. I glanced at the screen, seeing myself shoot all over my
chest as Tommy pounded my ass. I trembled and grabbed the remote, punched at
the Stop button and threw the remote down.

Once again, I found myself thinking "Now what?"







The first week of 1994 is not one I like to remember. I went to school on
Monday to find that not only would Chip not talk to me, he wouldn't even
look at me. I'd glance over at him from time to time, wondering what I could
say to make it OK. I was pissed at him too. He had had no right to say the
things he said to me. But I also missed him.

On top of that, what had happened with Chip sort of erased all the fun I'd
had in Florida. I shoved the tapes way back in the back of the closet, under
a bunch of other junk. I had no desire to look at them. I just felt stupid
and weird. I tried jacking off a few times but for the first time since I'd
started doing it, I didn't even finish. I just rolled over and thought about
Chip and the look on his face until I finally fell asleep.

My parents were worried about me. I seemed so, well, out of it. They knew
something had happened between Chip and me. I mean, it was pretty obvious.
For the past three years he'd been a fixture in the house, now all of a
sudden he was nowhere to be seen. But they kept quiet, figuring it must be
something silly and would work itself out. I was grateful. I couldn't very
well explain it to them and I was too worn out to come up with a good lie.

I thought about calling Uncle Frank and talking to him. But that was too
involved, both in terms of I didn't want any questions from my parents about
why I was calling him and because my feelings about what had happened were
sort of confused at that point. I knew there was only one person I could
talk to.

Saturday morning I took the bus downtown and went to Dr. Owen's office. I
walked in to be greeted by Ginny the perpetually cheerful receptionist and
directed back to the lab. Rick was in there waiting for me. He smiled when
he saw me.

"Hey, Doug, you look great. Nice tan. You have a fun trip?"

I took off my coat and rolled up my sleeve. "Yeah, it was fine," I said
somewhat listlessly. Rick frowned and seemed to start to ask what was wrong
but thought better of it. He got the serum together for my shot and gave it
to me.

"The doc said to have you wait in his office."

"OK." I rolled my sleeve back down and picked up my coat.

Rick looked at me again as he disposed of the used hypodermic. "Are you OK?"

"I'm just a little tired. I'll see you next time." I headed out the door and
walked down the hall to Dr. Owen's office.

I heard people start leaving as I sat on the couch, mulling over what to say
to the doctor. Finally, Rick and Ginny both headed out and I heard the door
close behind them. Dr. Owen walked into the office, smiling.

"So how's the sneezing wonder of South Florida?" He took his seat at his
desk.

"Dr. Owen, am I a fag?" There. I said it. Tomorrow had finally come and I
had to ask the question.

Dr. Owen's eyebrows went up in a look of surprise. "What brought this on?"

I slumped on the couch. "I don't know. It's just, I've been thinking and . .
."

He leaned forward, his elbows on the desk and his head resting on his hands.
"Maybe you better tell me what happened in Florida."

I told him. About the beach, about Lena and Rufino, about Uncle Frank and
Ted and the shower room, about Tommy, and Brett, and Derek. I told him the
whole story. About sucking dick, about getting fucked, about fucking, the
whole thing. Even telling it made me hard. I was almost sweating by the time
I was done.

Dr. Owen sat there for a few moments, just looking at me. "Well, it sounds
like you made the most of your time."

I looked at the floor. I know he was trying to lighten the mood but I didn't
feel like it.

"It arouses you to talk about it, doesn't it?"

I let out a deep breath and nodded. "I guess that means yes, doesn't it?" I
stared at the rug in front of me.

He got up from his desk and came over and sat next to me. He put his hand on
my shoulder. "Doug, look at me."

I did. He had a look on his face I didn't think I'd ever seen before. More
than concern, more than the usual cool efficient and reassuring look that I
remembered since I'd been a little kid, there was a look of genuine, well,
affection in his eyes.

"Doug, I can't answer your question. Only you can. Even from what you've
told me, it may be just experimentation. Or maybe you're gay. Or bisexual.
Lord, you're young. Things can turn out in any number of ways.

"What I do know of you is that you're a very sexual young man. You've been
very open about things. You're not ashamed of sex which is a hang-up that
most of the people in my generation have. And I appreciate that about you.
But more than that, I've watched you grow up from the time you were six
months old. And one thing I know about you is that you're a good person. Who
you're attracted to isn't important."

I started to cry and he held me. I sobbed hard against his shoulder. It must
have gone on for several minutes. It was like all the anxiety and hurt that
I'd felt from what Chip had said, all the doubt and confusion that I'd felt
for all these months, was pouring out onto that starched blue oxford shirt.

In my heart, I knew he was right. I was a good guy. And none of what I'd
done changed that. My mind would take a little catching up. But somehow, I
felt a little bit cleansed for having told him everything. I felt like I'd
gotten over a hurdle. Not to the finish line but further down the track. I
sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"Thanks," I sniffed.

Dr. Owen sat back on the couch. "No, thank you, Doug. I'm honored you
trusted me enough to talk about all this."

I blushed. "Well, considering what I've done here. . . you just seemed like
the only one to talk to."

"Have you enjoyed that, Doug? All the things you've done here?"

I thought for a second or two. I was embarrassed to admit it. "Yeah. I guess
I have. Sometimes I've thought I'm kind of strange for enjoying it. But I
guess I do."

"Good. I'm glad. I always thought you did or I wouldn't have encouraged you.
I knew last summer when you came in that you'd grown into a young man who
had a very strong sexual nature. But it's good to hear you say it. And you'
re not strange. I think you like to show off a little. That can be a good
thing if you don't carry it too far."

I nodded. I wasn't quite sure what all that meant. What was too far? But
somehow the fact that he didn't think I was a total nut case was reassuring.

He patted me on the shoulder and stood up. "Well, just give yourself time.
You'll work it all out. And you know you can always talk to me. Or show me
anything." He smiled.

I expected now that he'd work around to getting me naked and jacking off.
Actually, I guess I was sort of wanting him to. But he didn't. He just stood
there like he was waiting for me to say something or to bring this to an
end.

I stood up hesitantly and picked up my coat. "I know I can. Thanks again."

He walked back to his desk. "I'll see you in a few weeks, Doug. But if you
want to talk in the meantime, you know my door is always open to you."

I nodded. He sat down at his desk and I walked to the door and opened it.
"See ya." He smiled and I walked out into the hall, pulling the door behind
me. I stood for a second, thinking. My dick was pushing hard against my
jeans.

As much as I'd been worrying about what I'd done here, for all the times I'd
avoided coming because I felt a little unsure about it, now, I felt cheated
that it didn't happen. Maybe I was pretty weird. But at that moment, I didn'
t care.

I turned around and walked back in. He was writing something on a pad at his
desk.

Dr. Owen looked up at me. "Is there something else?"

I blushed. "Well, I haven't, um, done it for a week."

He put down his pen. "Haven't done what?"

I reddened a little, "I haven't . . . masturbated." I knew he liked me to
use the right term.

His eyebrows went up again. "Lord, that's an eternity for someone your age.
And you want to do it now?"

I nodded.

"Then tell me."

"Tell you?"

"Tell me what it is you want to do."

I stared at the floor. "You know."

"Yes, but you need to own it, Doug. If you're going to do this, you need to
say what you want."

I thought for and moment and then I understood. This was the first time he
had ever asked me if I wanted to do it. Before it had been like an order, a
gentle one, but a direction nonetheless. This time it was up to me. It was
my show.

 "I . . . want to masturbate."

"You have an erection?"

"Uh huh. I mean, yes I have an erection."

"Do you want to take off your clothes and show me?"

"I want to take off my clothes and . . .show you my . . . erection."

"Then do it."

I dropped my coat and kicked off my tennis shoes. I unbuttoned my shirt and
pulled it off, following it with my tee shirt. My hands were trembling a
little as I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. I slid them off,
taking my socks off at the same time. I stood in my jockeys, the large wet
spot on the front revealing the excitement I had felt at telling Dr. Owen of
my adventures in Florida. My dick strained against the damp cotton, showing
pink through the white cloth. I pushed them down and stepped out of them. I
spread my legs and stood in front of Dr. Owen's desk, my hard cock twitching
up toward my stomach. Dr. Owen studied my naked body.

"You certainly did get a good tan, Doug. Turn around and let me see all of
it."

I slowly rotated, so he could get a good look at my tanned butt. I turned
back around to face him. By now a strand of precum was dripping from my
dick. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and slowly stroked.

"Very good. You enjoyed lying out on the beach naked, didn't you? Letting
everybody see your erection."

I blushed. "Yeah, I liked it, I guess."

"I see you've clipped your pubic hair."

"Actually Tommy did that. I guess that was a little weird."

"Not at all. A lot of men do. It gives a neater look to the crotch area. You
enjoyed being penetrated by the college boy, didn't you?"

I reddened a little more. "Yeah, it sort of hurt some at first but I guess I
did."

He opened his desk drawer and took out a tubular shaped object, about eight
inches long. It was smooth and tapered at one end. He held it out to me.

"Why don't you use this to show me. Show me how you allowed a penis into
your anus."

I reached over and took it from him. I noticed there was a button down
toward the bottom. I pressed it and felt it vibrate in my hand. I remembered
Derek talking about using his girlfriend's vibrator. So this was what he was
talking about.

"You want to show me, don't you?"

I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I want to show you . . . how I allowed a . . .
penis inside me." I felt awkward saying it but it was the truth. I did want
to show him.

"You should get it wet first. Lick it to get it wet."

I lifted the vibrator to my mouth and licked the smooth surface. I stuck it
in my mouth like it was a popsicle and sucked on it, thinking of the dicks
that had been in my mouth the week before, of Rufino and Ted and Tommy and
Uncle Frank and Brett. I was getting more excited.

"Would you like me to insert the vibrator in you?"

I felt embarrassed again. He was making me ask for it. I was trembling.
"Yes. I'd like that."

He got up and came around the desk. I took it out of my mouth and I handed
him the spit slick tube.

"Lean over and put your hands on the desk." I did. "Now spread your legs."

I did. My knees were shaking slightly, knowing that he was behind me,
looking at my exposed hole.

He slid the vibrator slowly down my crack. I let out a soft moan.

"Tell me what you're feeling, Doug."

"I-I'm excited."

"Why?" He continued rubbing up and down my crack, pausing to rub the smooth
plastic tip against my hole in a gentle circular motion.

"Be-because, you're rubbing my crack."

"Why else?"

What was he looking for?

"Be-because, you're going to put it in me."

"Yes, and why else?"

I thought for a moment, which wasn't easy given how turned on I was. Why was
I so turned on? It began to dawn on me what the answer was.

"Because I'm naked." I was breathing heavily now. "And because I have a
hard, um, an erection, and . . .because you're seeing me." I felt
embarrassed to my bones but I knew it was true.

He started pushing the vibrator into me. I groaned as I felt it spreading me
open.

"That is what arouses you isn't it? The thought that people are seeing you
naked, the thought that they're seeing your hard penis. You like for people
to watch you in sexual situations, don't you?"

"Y-y-yes. I-I g-g-guess so." It was getting harder to talk as he twisted the
 tube deeper inside me.

"Ungh!" I grunted, feeling my ass open up to accept the invading pole. It
slid deeper into me. After a few minutes, he had it almost all the way in.

He pushed the button. I felt the low buzzing sensation inside me.

"God!" I breathed through gritted teeth. I shivered and reached down to
stroke my dick.

"You like that feeling, don't you? It's massaging your prostate. You liked
that when I did the digital exam before."

I nodded.

"And when Ted's son penetrated you, you liked that feeling, right?"

"Oh God yes," I panted, "Tommy's dick felt so good."

He was sliding the vibrator in and out of me. I knew I couldn't last too
much longer. He pushed the vibrator all the way into me.

"You're going to ejaculate aren't you?"

I nodded as I drew breath in short, sharp gasps.

"Turn around and show me."

I turned around. The vibrator was still in me, its gentle hum barely
audible. I leaned back against the desk to hold it all the way inside me and
stroked my dick faster. Dr. Owen stood in the middle of the room watching
me.

I was consumed now, my mind completely focused on my ass, my dick, and on
the fact that as I was doing this, Dr. Owen was watching my every move.

My balls were aching, drawing up to my body. It had been seven days since I
came. I knew it wouldn't take long. And it didn't.

"AAAAAAAH!" I yelled as a jet of cum flew out of my dick and splattered all
over the couch, four feet in front of me. Another splashed on the rug. And
then another and another and another and another. It seemed like I would
never stop. I never wanted to stop.

Finally, of course, I did. I fell to my knees, my chest heaving, my hand
still wrapped around my cum covered dick. I released it and raised my hand
to my mouth and licked it.

Dr. Owen took his handkerchief and wiped my cum off the leather couch as it
started drooling down the front of the cushion. He turned around and smiled.

"I guess I'm going to really need to get the rug shampooed in here."

I grinned weakly. I was spent, exhausted. It had been an emotional cum
session. My dick was still hard with the vibrator still in me doing its
work.

Dr. Owen came over and put his hand on my head. I leaned against his leg.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah," I croaked out, "a lot."

"You understand why I wanted you to say those things, don't you?"

"I think so."

"If you don't face up to what you want, you'll never be able to figure all
the rest out."

"I guess so."

"Trust me, Doug. I know what I'm talking about." He pressed my head to his
leg and said softly, "I wish I'd had your courage."

I started to ask what he meant. He let go of me and walked back to his desk
chair. I pulled myself off the floor and reached back to slowly pull the
vibrator out of my hole. I released the button to turn it off when I had it
out. I held it and looked at it and then held it out to the doctor.

He put up his hand. "Keep it. Consider it a welcome home gift."

"Thanks." I took it over and put it by my clothes. I turned back to face
him. My dick still stood out before me. I made no move to get dressed.

Dr. Owen looked at me from behind the desk. "You want to do more, don't you?
After a week of abstinence, one ejaculation isn't enough is it?"

I stared at the floor. "Um, I guess." I felt a little ashamed of myself for
being so horny.

"You like having your boundaries pushed a little bit, don't you? Exploring
new things excites you, doesn't it?"

I wasn't quite sure where he was going with this but there was something in
what he said that did make my heart pound harder, maybe a little scared but
definitely excited. I wondered what he had in mind. I nodded.

He looked at his watch. "Yes, I think we can make the time. I think we can
explore a few new things."

I wondered what he had in mind.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

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