Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2003 23:25:20 -0400
From: Shaver Boy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: DOCTOR'S ORDERS (Chapter 14) (TT/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 14 - OPENING UP

As I stood naked in front of his desk, I knew the doctor was right. It did
excite me to be pushed a little. As I stood there naked and hard in the
middle of his office, I knew that was part of what had turned me on so much
from the beginning of this, back in the previous summer. From that first
time he'd gotten me to masturbate in front of him, to the first time he'd
shown me how it felt to have a finger probe my ass, to the first time he'd
gotten me to suck Rick's dick, it had always been pushing me just a little
farther than I'd gone before. It was both scary and thrilling, if that makes
any sense. And I couldn't help wondering if I was weird. But right at that
moment I didn't quite care. I was horny, and as all of you who were ever
thirteen know, that seems to trump everything else.

I was wondering what Dr. Owen had in mind.

Still sitting at his desk, he unlocked the bottom drawer, reached in and
picked something up from beneath a pile of papers. He held it up.

It was a rubber dick, about nine inches long and very thick. It had a wide
head flaring out from the shaft. At the base were a set of balls, and a
suction cup on the bottom. I looked at the big thing, not sure what to say.
I trembled a little.

"Have you ever seen a dildo before, Doug?"

Another new word. I shook my head.

"Do you think you could take this?"

I stared at him and then at the dildo. The thought of that inside me was
both a turn on and frightening. "You mean in my, um, hole? I'm not sure I
can. I mean, that thing looks really big."

"Well you like to have your boundaries pushed don't you?"

I nodded.

"So let's give it a try. We'll go to one of the exam rooms where there's a
little more room. Go to Room 4, the large exam room. Leave your clothes
here. I need to take care of something first."

Wordlessly, I opened the door and stepped out into the hall. My heart was
pounding as I walked down the hall, my dick swinging with each step,
flinging a drop of precum to the floor every few feet. I reached the room
and walked in. When I reached the middle of the room, I looked at myself in
the mirror on the far wall. I ran my hands over my chest, pausing to lightly
pinch my nipples. Then I watched myself run my hands down my stomach to my
trimmed bush. My dick was up against my stomach and the back of my hand
brushed lightly against the ridge of the precum-slicked head, sending a
little chill through me. It was still sensitive from the rubbing it had
gotten in Dr. Owen's office while I had had the vibrator inside me. Now he
wanted to put that big rubber pole in me. Part of me said no, I'd already
done too much. Part of me was hot about the idea of trying it. Part of me
was still trying to work through that question of whether or not I was gay.
And most of me was just plain horny. That was the part that I saw in the
mirror, naked and hard, a little shaky, but filled with lust. Lust for what?
As weird as this sounds, I think it was lust for myself, or maybe just lust
for sex. I don't know. As I've said before, I wasn't too analytical at that
time in my life and certainly not when I was boned up and leaking.

The doctor entered the room behind me. He smiled. "Don't fall in love with
your reflection, Narcissus."

I wasn't sure exactly what he meant but I was a little embarrassed to be
caught admiring myself so much.

He sat down on the stool next to the counter, reached in a drawer and pulled
out a tube of the lubricant he had used on my hole before. He slipped on a
glove and squeezed some of ointment out of the tube. I was shaking slightly
as I watched him. My breathing was getting more rapid. Precum drooled from
my achingly hard dick.

"I don't think I ever seen you so excited, Doug," he commented as he rubbed
the lubricant on the head of the dildo and down the shaft. "Well, don't
worry it won't be too long now. Get up on the table on your hands and
 knees."

I climbed up on the table, feeling slightly silly with my ass up in the air.
My dick rubbed against my belly, smearing me with its leaking lube.

"Spread your legs."

I moved so that my knees were almost at the edges of the exam table. I felt
him rub a gloved finger against my hole. I let out a low moan.

Without a word, he pushed two lubricated fingers into me. I sucked in a deep
breath and held it, feeling him probing around inside me. He found my
prostate and gently massaged it. That sent a shudder through me. I felt him
ease a third finger inside me, slowly twisting around. With his other hand
he felt my balls, squeezing them slightly.

"Ohhhhhhh!" I moaned. My balls pulled up toward my body. He wrapped his hand
around the sack and pulled down on them.

"Your testicles do still have a lot of semen in them. This should help."

He removed his fingers from my hole and I felt him push the wide blunt head
of the dildo against it. The opening was relaxed from his massage and the
experience with the vibrator. Still, I grunted in discomfort as it stretched
to accommodate the girth of the new intruder. I felt a slight pop as the
head made it all the way in, followed by a few inches of the thick rubber
shaft. I shivered at the sensation of my hole stretching open more.

Dr. Owen stepped back. "Now turn toward me and sit back on it."

I scooted around on the table until I was sideways, facing out toward him. I
leaned back on my legs, feeling the base of the dildo come to rest on the
table surface. The suction cup adhered to the table's surface. The wide
shaft pushed against my hole. I rose up in a crouched position, standing on
tiptoe, using my hands to both balance myself and keep from sinking down on
the big pole in my ass too quickly. Dr. Owen sat down on the stool by the
counter and watched me. I could see my reflection in the mirror behind him.
My dick stood straight up toward my belly, twitching and leaking, dripping a
steady trickle of thick clear fluid down between my legs and onto the
leather surface of the table.

"How do you feel, Doug?"

I tried to find the right words. "R-r-really excited. R-really h-horny."

"You like this, don't you?"

"Uh-huh," I grunted.

"Squeeze your nipples."

Lifting my left hand from the table, I pinched first my left and then my
right nipple between my thumb and forefinger. An electric feeling seemed to
go straight to my dick. I moaned again.

"Now start working more of the dildo into yourself. Sit back on it."

I pushed back, feeling another several inches of the shaft slowly open up my
insides. I groaned from the uncomfortable feeling but also from how good it
felt. I reached down with my right hand and started stroking my throbbing
dick.

"Work the dildo in and out of you as you masturbate. Go up and down on it."

I did, still stroking as I bounced up and down on the pole in my ass, each
time going a little deeper. Dr. Owen sat and watched, the usual
dispassionate look on his face.

"Go faster, Doug."

I did. My leg muscles were aching from pushing myself up and down on the
thick rod in my ass. I stroked myself in the same tempo. My heart pounded as
I felt the load building inside me. I was letting out short grunts and could
feel my balls drawing up. I could feel sweat rolling down my back. In the
mirror I watched the image of myself, naked, pumping away at my dick and
working the rubber pole in and out of my ass. I moaned louder.

"Go ahead, Doug. Go ahead and ejaculate."

It wasn't really like he had to tell me that. It was going to happen. And it
did. My moaning became a shout as a geyser of cum shot straight in the air
and hit my chin. A second arced through the air and splashed onto the floor,
followed by a third. I knelt there on the table, my ass still spread open by
the dildo, glassy-eyed and panting. A glob of cum hung from my chin. My hand
was still wrapped around my dick. Rivulets of cum dripped slowly down my
knuckles.

"Feel better?" Dr. Owen asked, smiling.

I cleared my throat and managed to say, "I guess, yeah."

My heart was still pumping away. I moved up on the dildo to try to ease the
cramped feeling in my legs. The feeling of it sliding through my insides
sent another tremor of excitement through me as I slowly tried to pull up
and off of it. I still had my cum-covered, half-hard dick in my hand and
could feel it twitch from the stimulation in my ass.

Dr. Owen was still smiling. "You could actually do more couldn't you?"

"I don't know. Maybe this was enough." Honestly at that moment I wasn't
sure. My body ached but my dick still wanted more attention. And I was
enjoying the rush of being naked and being watched. But I'd already cum
twice. I didn't want to seem like too much of a pervert. I finally got the
dildo out of my hole and slowly climbed off the table, trying to stretch my
cramped legs. My dick still wagged in front of me. As I glanced at Dr. Owen
watching me, it started jerking back up to full hardness. I blushed,
embarrassed by my body's seemingly endless horniness. I squeezed my dick a
few times.

"You are still aroused. I suppose it's not surprising given that you had
been abstaining for a while. Still, you probably need to rest after all the
activity today." He stood up and walked toward the door. "Clean yourself off
and then join me in my office."

I nodded as he opened the door and walked out. After the door shut behind
him, I glanced at myself in the mirror again. I couldn't believe what I'd
done, and even more incredible, I couldn't believe how horny I still felt. I
watched the mirror image of my dick twitch and jerk.

I shook my head, trying to break the trance I felt like I was falling into.
I turned away and grabbed a towel off the counter. I wiped the jizz off my
stomach, chest and chin. I took one last look in the mirror I pulled the
dildo loose from the surface and opened the door to head back to Dr. Owen's
office.

I walked into his office to find him sitting at his desk, writing notes as
if nothing unusual had happened. He looked up at me, taking in my nakedness
and still half-hard dick. "Sit down for a minute, Doug."

I sat down on the couch. The cold leather was a little uncomfortable. I
shifted for a moment until it started to warm beneath me.

The doctor sat back and studied me. "Are you feeling better now?"

I took a deep breath. "I guess so. I still don't know how I feel about all
this. And if I'm, well, you know."

"You have plenty of time to figure out all the intricacies of your
sexuality, Doug. In the meantime, enjoy the freedom of exploring what you
like. I'll always be glad to help."

Now there are probably some of you out there thinking "Yeah, I bet he will."
And you're probably right. But to me at the time, I found him reassuring. As
weird as it seems, it was comforting that I had this man who let me do this
stuff. The fact was, after the incident with Chip, I needed Doctor Owen more
than ever. After the emotional rollercoaster I'd been on lately, he gave me
a sense of security. As I said back at the beginning, at thirteen, I didn't
analyze (or particularly care about) other people's motivations. I was just
caught up in me and my jumbled up feelings.

"How would you like to help me with something, Doug?"

"Sure," I said without hesitation. As soon as the words were out of my
mouth, I thought I should have asked what first.

"I need somebody to help with a presentation for some students. They're
learning about the basics of physical examinations. Nothing complicated.
Would you be willing to help out?"

A little bell went off in my head. I wasn't sure what this would entail. But
something sort of excited me about it. I told myself there was something
impressive about helping Dr. Owen. But deep down, I knew there was going to
be more to this.

"OK, sure. I'll help."

"Can you be here Wednesday around four? Tell your parents I'll make sure you
get you home."

I wanted to ask what all would be involved. And yet I didn't want to.

"Yeah that'll be cool."

Dr. Owen looked pleased. "Good. I knew I could count on you. Now I know how
you hate to do this, but I think it's time for you to get dressed and get
home."

I did. Dr. Owen walked me to the elevator. "I'm glad you're feeling better,
Doug. Believe me, you have nothing to feel bad about."

I nodded. "Thanks." I felt a little awkward about having been such a basket
case when I'd come in that day. "I'll see you Wednesday then."

He patted me on the shoulder as the elevator door opened. "Wednesday it is."





The next several days were pretty uneventful. I did feel better than I had.
My parents were grateful that I had had a talk with Dr. Owen which had
seemed to cheer me up from the funk I'd been in.

I thought about what had happened in the doctor's office. I still wasn't
sure about the whole gay thing but I wasn't going to worry about that right
now. All I knew was that I had been incredibly turned on again by being
naked in front of somebody and that I liked being turned on. Now was that so
weird? I figured I could deal with the rest of it later.

Maybe tomorrow hadn't quite come yet after all. (Never underestimate the
power of denial.)

I thought about Chip. Maybe I could try again to explain it all to him. I
did miss him. Maybe if I made it clear to him, he'd get over being pissed
off. Of course the problem was I had to make it clear to myself first.

On Sunday night, I went up to my room, and thinking once again of what I'd
done the day before, stripped in the middle of the room. I pulled the
vibrator out from under the mattress and as I stroked my dick, began rubbing
it up and down my crack. I spread my legs and slowly began working it into
me. I closed my eyes and imagined Tommy, Brett and Derek, sitting by the
pool. They were watching me fuck myself, cheering me on. After a few minutes
my knees started trembling and I shot a big load all over the towel I'd
carefully laid down in front of me.

As I opened my eyes, I glanced out the window. I was sure I caught a glimpse
of Chip in his bedroom across the way. I looked again but he was gone.

On Monday morning, I waited for the school bus up at the corner as usual. A
few other younger kids were there as always, talking and trying to keep
warm. I was lost in thought, remembering the feeling of that big dildo
penetrating my ass. It was a good thing that my jacket covered my crotch.

"Hey."

I was startled out of my thoughts by a voice from behind me. I turned around
to see Chip. I was caught off guard by the fact that, for the first time in
over a week, he was talking to me.

"Hey back," I replied, trying to think of what to say next. I decided to let
him take the lead, not knowing exactly what to expect from him.

Chip sort of looked off into the distance as if scanning the road to see if
the bus was coming. "I'm sorry about what I said." I could see that his eyes
looked a little glassy, as if he were about to cry.

My eyes sort of teared up a little too. I cleared my throat. "Um, it's OK. I
hadn't wanted you to see all that. I figured you might get weirded out about
it."

Chip turned and looked me in the eyes. Tears were rolling down his face.
"Are we still friends?"

I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. "Sure we are. I missed
having you hanging around."

Chip wiped his eyes and rubbed his sleeve across his nose. "Yeah me too."

"You want to go up to the mall after school? We could play some video games
and check out the comics place."

"Sure, that's cool." He wiped his nose again and looked off in the distance.
"Here comes the bus."

We reached down to pick up our backpacks, bumping heads together hard.

I started laughing as I rubbed the sore spot on my head. "You are such a
klutz." I shoved him in the shoulder.

He shoved back, laughing too. "You're the klutz. With a head like a damned
rock."

The bus arrived and we climbed on, still laughing and shoving and insulting
each other.

Just like always.





Wednesday afternoon I took the bus downtown. I was in a good mood. Chip and
I had hung out together the last two days. We'd gone to the mall Monday
afternoon and went to a movie Tuesday afternoon. For the moment, it seemed
like neutral locations were best. After the last blow up, I didn't want to
take any chances of things getting all heavy until the dust had settled. And
Chip definitely didn't want to talk about any of it.

As I sat on the bus, I wasn't sure how I felt about this afternoon. I
figured that something might happen with Dr. Owen, it usually did. The last
visit had been hot, although I'd wondered if I'd gone a little too far. I
didn't intend to go as far this time. Jacking off was one thing, but the
dildo thing, well that was a little more than I'd bargained for. Still, even
sitting on the bus thinking about it, my dick stirred.

I got off the bus and walked into the building and took the elevator to the
sixth floor. It was quiet in the hall and I remembered that the doctor's
office was closed on Wednesday afternoons. It dawned on me that the doctor
and I would probably be alone in the office. I opened the door to the
reception room and sure enough, it was dim. I felt my heart pound a little
faster.

Dr. Owen opened the door to the reception room. "Doug, good you're here.
Come on in. Let's go in my office for a minute."

I followed him in. Dr. Owen sat down at his desk.

"There are a couple of students I've been working with to teach them the
fundamentals of physical examinations. I thought it would be better if I had
a test subject to work with. Are you OK with that?"

I nodded. I wasn't exactly sure what he meant but I trusted him enough to
think it was OK. It sounded simple enough.

"Alright, why don't you go ahead and get undressed and we'll go down to the
exam room."

"OK."

I started unbuttoning my shirt and kicking off my shoes. As always, just the
thought of getting naked in front of the doctor had gotten my dick heading
toward a major boner. By the time I pulled off my underwear, I was hard as a
rock.

Dr. Owen chuckled as he walked over to me. "You are the most easily aroused
boy I've ever known." He reached down and squeezed my dick. A drop of precum
appeared at the pisshole. "Well, let's get going. We'll deal with that
later."

He opened the door and headed out into the hall. I followed him, naked and
hard.

Dr. Owen opened the door to the exam room. When I looked in, I must have let
out a gasp. Sitting there were two guys in their mid-teens.

The first guy was short, almost my height, but husky and muscular. He looked
like he was maybe seventeen or eighteen. The guy behind him was tall, about
six-three, black and very good looking. They were wearing sweatshirts and
jeans.

"Come on in, Doug," Dr. Owen said, with a motion of his hand. "Boys, this is
Doug Weston."

I walked into the room, and stood by the door. I tried to cover my hard dick
with my hands.

"Damn, Doc," the shorter guy exclaimed. "You said you were gonna get a test
patient for us. I didn't expect him to be butt naked."

Dr. Owen leaned against the counter. "Doug isn't ashamed of his body. And
when I said we were going to go over all the points of a physical, I meant
it."

He pointed at the short brown-haired guy. "Doug, this is Dan Carrico."
Pointing to the black guy he said, "And this is Jeff Howard. They're juniors
at St. Francis and have been patients of mine for a long time. They have
been interested in medicine so I've been meeting with them on weekends to
discuss different medical issues. I thought you might help us out by giving
them a test subject to practice on."

Dan looked me over and spoke up. "Yeah. This'll be cool. We wanted to be
able to try some of the stuff the doc has talked to us about."

Jeff stood back in the corner. He looked a little rattled by suddenly being
faced with a naked teenager with a hardon. Still, he shyly studied my body,
his eyes returning several times to my crotch.

"What exactly are they going be testing?" I asked.

"Different aspects of physical exams," the doctor said casually. "I'll be in
my office working on some paperwork. I'll check back with you all later to
see how it went."

OK, to be clear about this, I wasn't completely stupid. I had figured
something like this might happen. But I thought I'd be with just the doctor,
preparing for something. I hadn't really figured on being examined by two
high school guys. I didn't know anything about these guys. But I knew how I'
d react: I'd get hard. And, as usual, I felt a mixture of embarrassment and
excitement at the prospect.

Dr. Owen walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. He said softly,
"Look, remember what we were talking about before? About boundaries? I know
you like to have them pushed but if this is pushing too far, all you have to
say is stop. Nobody will think anything of it. I'll be right next door. You
know I wouldn't let anything bad happen."

I thought about it. I did trust him. But I was also scared. What were these
guys going to think of me? I mean, would they think I was . . . no, I wasn't
going to say it to myself again. I told myself it would be OK. From the way
it sounded, all they wanted to do was examine me. And also, deep down, I
wanted to see what was going to happen. And to be completely honest, the
thought of being naked in front of them excited me. I wanted to do it. I
nodded.

"OK, I guess it'll be alright."

Dr. Owen squeezed my shoulder. "Good for you." He turned to the others. "You
two could learn a thing or two from Doug here. He's got the courage to
expand his horizons. So don't abuse his trust. If he says he doesn't want to
do something or talk about something, you listen. Maybe if you explain it
better he'll change his mind. But if he doesn't, respect it. OK?"

Dan spoke up. "Sure, it's no problem, Doc. I mean, we know how to draw the
line."

"Dan, you come and get me when you all have finished." He exited the room,
closing the door.

Dan spoke first. I was quickly getting the idea that he was going to be the
one in charge. "Hey, don't be nervous, man. I mean, it's all gonna be cool."

I nodded.

The two of them looked me over.

Dan commented, "Get hard really easy don't you?"

I blushed. "Yeah, I guess."

He shrugged, "It's OK, me too." He squeezed his dick through his jeans and I
could see that he wasn't lying. The bulge in the front was obvious.

Over the next few minutes, they took turns listening to my heartbeat, taking
my blood pressure, and doing the usual physical exam routines as I sat on
the exam table. Each time one of them touched me, I felt my dick get harder
and an increasing drool of precum running down my shaft. The guys made no
comments about it but it was obvious they noticed (it would have been hard
not to.) I caught them glancing down at my dick every so often. Dan even let
his hand brush against it a couple of times as he was listening to my heart
through the stethoscope. I was pretty sure it wasn't an accident.

Jeff did the exam to check my lymph nodes. He first felt my neck and then
got me to lift my arms, pushing and prodding under my armpits. Then he
started feeling my lower belly, poking and feeling around. He seemed to be
taking his time. His hand too kept brushing my dick. By the time he was
done, Jeff had a smear of precum on the back of his hand. He looked at it
for a moment. I almost thought he was tempted to lick it, but instead he got
a paper towel and wiped it off.

"Well, so far, so good," Dan said. "What's next?"

Jeff cleared his throat and replied, "I guess the next thing to do is a
hernia exam."

Dan nodded in agreement, smiling a little. "Yeah, I guess so. You need to
stand up, Dougy."

I got off the table, my cock, hard and oozing, swaying in front of me. Dan
came over and wrapped his hand around it. I shuddered a little.

"You got a pretty good sized dick for your age, Dougy." He squeezed it a
little. "You jack it a lot?"

"Yeah, I guess." I mumbled, looking at the floor.

"You jack it today already?"

I shivered a little from his hand around my cock. I nodded.

"Yeah, me too. I get off a couple of times a day at least. I bet you do it a
few times a day too, don't you?"

I nodded again. Looking down, I could see that Dan's hand was wet with
precum as he continued his massage.

"You've jacked for the doc, haven't you?"

I turned redder. "Yeah." I figured if he asked that he must know about these
things with Doctor Owen.

"Don't sweat it man, we've done it too. Right, Jeff?"

Jeff looked like he could strangle Dan. "Damn, you didn't have to tell about
that. That's private stuff, dude."

Dan laughed. "Hell, man, we're all part of the same club here. Doc Owen's
masturbators. I don't mind. Do you, Dougy?"

"I guess not. Since you two have done it too." There was something about Dan
's cocky attitude that made me a little uncomfortable. How far would he push
things?

Dan continued. "Shit, he's even gotten us to do it together. Remember last
time, man. He was showing us how to check for hernia and everything and he
got me to strip down. Well, of course I boned up right away. Then he got
Jeff here to strip. That big thing of his was about half hard. But by the
time the doc had gotten done feeling his nuts, he was sportin' a woody big
time. So the doc got us to masturbate. And we both blew big loads all over
the floor."

Jeff grimaced a little at his mentioning that.

"Don't pay any attention to Jeff. He thinks he has to play big black stud
and be above all this. Me, I don't care how I get off. And be honest, Dougy,
I think you're like me. I think you kinda like showing off the old meat down
there." He squeezed my dick for emphasis. "You like being bareassed in front
of the doc, don't you?"

I was shaking a little now from his continued rubbing. "I don't know, I
guess I do."

"Yeah, I know you do. I mean, like the first time the doc got me to do it
for him, I felt a little strange. But after that I started looking forward
to it. Like, having him look at me, kind of gets me off. You too, right?"

Hearing him say that made me feel a little guilty. Because he was describing
exactly the way I felt. It just sounded weird to hear it put so
matter-of-factly. "Yeah, I guess."

"If Jeff weren't such a tight-ass about it he'd admit it too."

Jeff was getting a little upset. "Hey, don't be puttin' words in my mouth,
dude. I don't get off on it like you do. I just do it because he's the
doctor."

Dan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. So how come you've never objected?"

Jeff looked at the floor. "I, um, hey, drop it, man. I like to get off as
much as you do. I just don't feel as comfortable waggin' my cock here as you
do. So let's just get on with this."

Dan pulled down on my dick a little, then let go. It slapped up against my
belly, leaving a wet splotch. He grinned at me. "You're a horny little
fucker."

Jeff stepped forward. "Hey, be serious man. The doc's gonna be pissed if we
just fool around. I mean we gotta do what we're supposed to."

He pulled a latex glove out of the box and pulled it on to his right hand He
came over and stood in front of me. He stared at my hard dick. He seemed
unsure of what to do about it.

"Damn, you are horny."

Dan leaned against the table , a serious look on his face. "Jeff, maybe you
should masturbate him first so that he doesn't accidentally shoot all over
you while you're feeling his balls." It sounded almost exactly like
something Dr. Owen would say.

Jeff stared at him for a moment and then turned back to me. "You want that,
man?"

I was so horny now that any answer except yes was out of the question. I
nodded. I could see Jeff's hand shaking slightly as he took my dick in his
gloved hand and started stroking it. Precum dribbled out. Jeff smeared it
around the head and down the shaft as he started working up and down. I let
out a soft moan. His manipulation of my dick felt great.

Dan stood closer. "Damn, watching you get off is making me horny too." I
could see that a wet spot had formed on the front of his jeans at the end of
the bulge. "It's getting awful damned hot in here." Dan was looking a little
flushed and Jeff, well he was downright sweating.

As for me, I was burning up as Jeff continued stroking me. He was getting
into it, squeezing and rubbing my dick, studying my reactions. "Yeah, that
feels good, doesn't it?" he murmured. I nodded.

Dan pulled his sweatshirt off. "You don't mind if I get comfortable, do
 you?" His chest was fantastic: Big smooth pecs capped by large nipples and
a rippled stomach.

Dan kicked off his shoes and undid his jeans, then pulled them off along
with his socks.. He wore a jockstrap underneath. He threw them over by his
bag, then stood up and stretched. The pouch of his strap was definitely
straining with a hard cock inside. I could tell that he enjoyed my looking
at him. he stretched his arms up over his head and twisted around, showing
off his muscled chest and hard stomach. The sight, combined with Jeff's
stroking, was pushing me closer to the edge.

"Damn, I love being bareassed. Do him faster, Jeff," Dan instructed, lazily
scratching the pouch of his jock. Jeff increased the pace of his jacking. I
felt the cum rising in my balls. I groaned louder. Jeff could tell I was
about to blow my load and stepped aside. A jet of jizz flew past him and
landed on the floor, quickly followed by several more. I stood panting, Jeff
's hand still wrapped around my half-hard dick.

"Nice, man." Dan observed. "OK, I think you can do the hernia check now,
Jeff."

Jeff slowly released my dick, trying to maintain his concentration. "Um, I
guess you need to spread your legs a little," he said in a soft voice. I
did. He reached down and took hold of my ball sack, his hand brushing the
underside of my dick. I felt his fingers manipulating my balls until he had
one in his grip.

He pushed my left nut up in the sack. There was a little discomfort as he
pressed on it. "OK, now turn your head and cough." I did. He repeated the
procedure with my right nut and then let go. By the time he was done I was
almost all the way hard again. I glanced at Jeff's crotch. His loose fitting
jeans were definitely tented out some. By the looks of things, he had a lot
in there to tent it out.

"I think you're OK," Jeff mumbled, finishing up the exam. He pulled off the
glove and turned away. I saw him reach down and adjust the bulge in his
pants as he turned his back to me.

"OK, good," Dan said, "I guess the next thing we need to do a prostate exam.
You've had that before, haven't you, Dougy?"

"Um, yeah." My heart was pounding hard at the thought of him doing that to
me. A mixture of excitement and embarrassment filled me. The thought of this
hunky teen putting a finger in my ass was exciting but I wondered what he
would think of me when he saw how horny it made me. I looked reluctant about
it, but my twitching dick gave away the fact that I enjoyed the idea.

Dan smiled at my reaction. "Yeah, I figured. The doc gave me my first one
when I was about your age."

Dan went over to the counter and got a latex glove. He then picked up the
tube of lubricant and squeezed a little on his gloved index finger. Jeff
stood at the foot of the table, watching. Every so often he would feel his
dick through his jeans.

Dan shook his head at him. "Damn, man, why don't you get comfortable. It's
hot in this damn room. Besides, Dougy and I are comfy, so don't get all
freaky about it."

Jeff looked unsure of what to do. I could tell he wanted to get undressed
but something held him back. I sort of wanted to see what he looked like
under those clothes. And the idea of all of us being naked was hot. I had an
idea.

"Hey, Jeff," I said, "It seems only fair. I mean, like, you've seen
everything I have. Come on."

Jeff thought for a second, then reached up and pulled his sweatshirt and
tee-shirt over his head and dropped them on the floor. His caramel colored
chest was smooth and well defined - slim, tapering in from his broad
shoulders, not husky like Dan, but chiseled and leanly muscular. He kicked
off his Nikes and undid his belt. Unzipping his jeans, he pushed them down
and stepped out of them, removing his socks after he did. He had his back to
us as he folded his clothes and put them on the chair. His butt was packed
tightly in his white briefs. He turned around. A faint trail of black hair
ran from his belly button down into his shorts. I stared at the huge pole
that snaked from his crotch to the left side of his Jockeys, pushing them
out from his body. It looked thick as my wrist and a good nine inches or
more long.

Dan saw me looking. "Yeah he's got a big one. The doc got me to measure it
last time. Nine and three quarters. Six around. Stays pretty big soft too.
The guys on the basketball team call him 'the pole'."

Jeff seemed both proud and embarrassed by Dan's blunt discussion of his
equipment. He shifted nervously from foot to foot, occasionally reaching for
his dick and then backing off.

Dan, who didn't seem to be the type to give up the spotlight, slid off his
jock strap. His fat dick slapped against his stomach. It was maybe seven
inches but looked even wider than Jeff's. it stood straight up against his
stomach, the wide head shiny with precum. He reached down and scratched his
balls, rubbing his dick against his belly.

"I told you you're not the only leaky one." He squeezed his thick shaft,
only getting his hand about two thirds of the way around it. A big drop
appeared at his pisshole. Jeff and I both watched as he rubbed the slick
liquid around the head.

"Just get on with it, dude," Jeff said hoarsely. "Do the exam already."

Dan came over and stood in front of me. Standing only about two feet from
me, he said, "OK, you need to turn around, bend over and put your hands on
the table. Then spread your legs about two feet apart."

I did as he said. I felt my heart pounding. This guy was about to stick a
finger in my ass. And I had to admit, I wanted him to.

Dan came up behind me and began to rub his finger down my crack until he
reached my hole. He rubbed around the tender entrance a couple of times and
then began pushing inside. I let out a soft groan.

"Is that OK?" he asked. "I'm not hurting you am I?"

"No . . . it's alright." I managed to say. After the other invasions my ass
had experienced, his finger wasn't a problem. It was just making me hot.

"Good." He probed further, twisting his finger around inside me. I gripped
the table firmly, my whole body focused on the feeling in my ass.

Dan kept feeling around until his finger touched the bump inside me that was
my prostate. I let out another moan. "I think I found it." I shuddered a
little as his finger rubbed against my prostate. My dick was drooling
steadily now. I could see Jeff standing at the end of the table watching it
intently.

"You get pretty turned on by this, don't you?" Dan asked as he continued
twisting his finger around inside me. He reached around me with his free
hand and squeezed my dick. Precum dripped onto the floor.

"Ungh," I groaned. Dan twisted his finger in me again.

"You're a little more opened up than I thought you'd be," Dan whispered.
"You've done stuff, haven't you?"

I groaned again, not knowing how to respond. How could I admit to that?

Dan twisted his finger in me again. "It's cool. Don't sweat it, man." He
started pushing a second finger in. I groaned again. Dan smiled. "I know you
like it." I felt the wet head of his dick rub against my ass cheek.

Jeff was watching and still rubbing his hard dick through his underwear. His
breath was getting more labored as he saw me getting two fingers worked
around inside me.

Dan motioned to him with his head. "Hey man, come on over and give the
little guy some help. I can't do all the work, you know."

Jeff walked over and reached down between me and the table, and gripped my
rigid pole. I moaned again.

"Man, he's really leaking a lot." Jeff commented, rubbing his thumb against
the head of my dick. "He's really horned up, dude."

>From behind us, a voice said, "Masturbate him a little."

I looked around to see Dr. Owen standing in the doorway.

Jeff hesitated a moment then slowly began to rub his big hand up and down my
dick. Dan was still rubbing his fingers around inside me. My knees started
to shake.

Dr. Owen came in and sat down on the stool in the corner. "I see you two
have made yourselves comfortable. Is the examination going alright?"

Dan replied, "Yeah, it's going fine." He told the doctor all that they'd
done. "We just thought we'd get comfortable too. That's OK isn't it?" He was
still probing inside me with his two fingers.

"Of course it is. I'm sure it made Doug feel more at ease. Didn't it, Doug?"

"Uh-huh," I managed to get out. I knew I was going to shoot soon from the
manipulation of my ass and of my dick. It didn't take long. After several
more strokes, I let out a loud groan and shot my load onto the side of the
table. Jeff still held onto my dick as I stood there shaking.

The doctor looked us over and continued. "Actually, Dan is as much of a show
off as you are, Doug. I thought it might be interesting for you two to meet.
I'm not surprised he ended up naked too. He's always been pretty eager to
show off his body. Yes, my two exhibitionists. Doug, does it excite you that
Dan is seeing you, naked and hard, working yourself on that dildo?"

It did, of course. But I felt weird saying it. It took me a minute to
finally whisper, "I guess so."

He looked at Dan. "And Dan, it arouses you to have Doug seeing your body,
doesn't it? You love knowing he's admiring your hard muscles and watching
you play with your erection. That's true isn't it?"

Dan was getting more excited. He kept looking at me as he responded. "Yeah,
I guess I do get off on that."

"See how stimulated he gets. Dan, keep massaging. You'll see that Doug will
stay erect."

I did. Even though a load of my jizz was slowly dribbling down the metal
side of the exam table, my dick was as hard as ever.

"Jeff, you're aroused too." the doctor said, noting Jeff's stiff rod poking
out his briefs. Jeff looked down. "Don't worry, it's a natural thing, like
we've discussed before."

Jeff cleared his throat. "Um, well, yeah, I guess so."

"Why don't you remove your underwear and show Doug what you have there."

Jeff stared at him. "Doctor, I. . ."

"It's alright. Doug has seen erections before. And I know how proud you are
of yours from the times you've been here."

Jeff hesitated a few more seconds and then let go of my dick. He pushed his
underwear down and stepped out of it. His huge dick swung back and forth in
front of him. I'd never seen one that size before. He wrapped his hand
around it and stroked slowly. His egg-sized balls swayed low in their sack
between his legs. Unlike Dan and me, Jeff didn't seem to be much of a
leaker.

Dr. Owen must have read my mind. "I see that you're impressed by the size of
Jeff's penis. As you may have noticed, Doug, he doesn't secrete as much as
you do. Jeff, what do you usually use to lubricate during masturbation?"

Jeff stared at the floor. "Um, sometimes Vaseline. Sometimes just spit."

"Have you ever had someone perform oral sex on you?"

"Um, well, my girlfriend tried. She couldn't get it in her mouth." Jeff was
working his dick a little faster as he spoke.

"But she did lick it."

"Uh-huh."

"And how did that feel?"

Jeff closed his eyes a moment, as if he were remembering the feeling. "Good,
man, real good."

"Doug has had some experience with oral sex. Maybe he could do that for
 you."

I looked around at the doctor in panic. How could he suggest that? What
would these guys think of me? Dr. Owen sat there with his usual impassive
look.

Jeff opened his eyes. "I don't know, doctor."

"You let Dan touch it. And also there was that time you let my nurse Rick
masturbate you. I'm sure Doug would like to. Wouldn't you, Doug?"

Jeff looked at me. "You wanta do it, dude? I mean, it's cool with me if you
do."

I thought it over. I couldn't resist. I wanted to touch that big pole. I
wanted to hold it. And yeah, I wanted to lick on it.

I nodded at Jeff. He walked closer to me. I reached out and took his dick in
my hand. It felt heavy. I ran my thumb over the dark colored head and then
gripped the thick shaft. I knew there was no way I could get it in my mouth.

Dan was still standing behind me, his fingers working around in my ass. He
was playing with his dick with his other hand, smearing its juices over my
butt cheek.

"Go on and lick his dick, Dougy. I wanta see how he likes it."

I leaned forward and ran my tongue around the flared head. Jeff shuddered
but didn't move away. I flicked my tongue back and forth across the
sensitive skin behind the head and he let out a moan. At that point I
started licking up and down the shaft, cupping his huge balls in my hand and
slowly massaging them. I worked back up to the head and opened my mouth as
wide as I could. I couldn't get my mouth all the way over it but I sucked
and licked on the head like a popsicle.

"Oh shit," Jeff groaned, his head back and eyes shut. "That feels so damned
good."

I was pleased. I liked the fact that I was making his dick feel good. I kept
working. Meanwhile, Dan was still working my hole and rubbing his dick
against me.

"Damn that looks hot, man," Dan murmured. "And your ass feels really hot."

Dr. Owen spoke up from across the room. "Dan, do you want to stick your
penis in Doug?"

Dan seemed startled, as if he'd almost forgotten the doctor was there. "Um,
well, I guess. I mean, is that, like OK?"

"Doug has had some experiences with that before. Ask him if  it's alright."

I trembled a little at his mention of that. I still felt a little awkward at
these guys knowing I'd been fucked.

Dan leaned over and whispered to me, "Is it OK, man? I'd love to try it."

I took my mouth off Jeff's big dick. I looked around at Dan. He had a hungry
look like he really wanted it. I said, "I guess it's OK. Just be careful."
Hell, deep down, I knew I wanted it. But I wasn't going to sound too eager.

Dan slowly pulled his fingers out of me. He moved directly behind me. I felt
his drooling dick sliding up and down my crack.

"Let me know if I'm doing it right, man," he whispered. "I've never done
this before."

Somehow, the thought that I knew more than he did was a turn on to me. I
nodded as I continued rubbing and licking Jeff.

Dan took his dick in his hand and aimed it at my twitching hole. I felt the
head push against it. I tried to relax as he began to push in. I could feel
my hole spreading open around the fat head as it moved into me. I groaned
from the discomfort as the head popped through the opening.

"Are you OK?" Dan asked breathlessly.

"Just go slow," I replied through gritted teeth. I had let go of Jeff's big
pole while Dan worked into me. Jeff was watching Dan penetrate me with
fascination.

"Damn!" Jeff muttered. "He really has his dick inside you. Doesn't that
hurt, man?" He had taken hold of his cock again and was slowly stroking it
as he watched.

Dan was still pushing more of his fat rod into my ass, making it a little
hard for me to provide commentary to Jeff. Between grunts and groans I tried
to reply.

"Ugh, it kind of hurts, ohh, but it also feels kind of good. . .nnnnngh."
Dan was all the way in now. I could feel his bush scraping against my ass
cheeks.

"How does that feel, Dan?" Dr. Owen inquired as he observed from his stool.

"G-good," Dan stammered as he started to pump in and out slowly. "R-r-really
good. It-it's like his ass is massaging my dick."

"I think Doug knows what he's doing," the doctor said back. "Feel his
 penis."

Dan reached around me and gripped my rock hard dick, which was standing
straight up against my stomach. He started pumping it in rhythm with his own
pumping of my ass.

"Oooh, God, yeah." I moaned. The combination of sensations was driving me
wild. On top of that I had the sight of Jeff working his huge dick right in
front of me.

Dr. Owen spoke to Jeff. "How do you like what you're seeing, Jeff? Is it
erotic for you to see Doug with Dan's penis inside him?"

Jeff hesitated, still stroking. He seemed embarrassed to admit that the
sight of two guys fucking was turning him on. "Um, well, I guess. I mean, it
does look kinda hot."

"Did you like it when Doug was licking your penis?"

"Yeah, um, that felt great."

"Why don't you return the favor."

Jeff stared at him. Dan and I were only halfway paying attention as he kept
picking up speed fucking me. But we were both curious as to Jeff's reaction.

"Um, wow, doctor, I don't know."

"You've thought about it before. Remember when we discussed that?"

Jeff's eyes widened. "Doctor, I don't think . . ."

"Don't be ashamed, Jeff. After all, Dan and Doug are being pretty open about
their sexual desires. All of what we do here is confidential. It's your
chance to try something you've wanted to do." He nodded toward the two of us
as Dan thrust into me ever harder.

The two of us were bathed in sweat from the heat of the small room, the
exertion of his fucking me and the excitement of all that was going on. We
both watched Jeff to see what he would do.

Jeff pondered for a second. I guess he was weighing the idea of doing
something he'd apparently wanted to do versus his fear of this whole
situation. He let out a long breath. Then he put his hands on my shoulders,
pulling me away from the table around toward him as Dan shifted behind me to
continue his working of my hole. Jeff reached down and took my dick in his
hand, pushing Dan's hand out of the way. He stroked me in time with Dan's
fucking. After a minute, he slowly sank to his knees. My dick was inches
from his face. He continued to stroke it. Between my spread legs, he could
see Dan's cock moving in and out of me. I could see Jeff trembling a little.

Dan spoke up from behind me. "Come on, man," he panted, "Suck it."

Jeff still held back. A few times he leaned forward, his mouth getting
within an inch of my dick. But each time he backed off again. He looked up
at me.

"Don't blow in my mouth, man. You gotta warn me if you're gonna shoot."

I nodded. The rubbing of Dan's dick inside me was driving me wild. I knew
neither of us was going to last too much longer. If Jeff was going to do
this, he better do it now.

"Yeah, sure, I'll warn you. Please just do it," I said hoarsely.

Jeff leaned forward and opened his mouth. He pulled down on my shaft and
enveloped it. I felt his tongue slide along the underside of my dick. The
wet warmness of his mouth felt fantastic. He started sucking in and out. He
was still holding the shaft in his hand as he pumped up and down on the head
and first inch of shaft with his mouth. With his free hand, he was stroking
his dick. I put my hand on his head, holding on to his curly black hair, and
started working my hips to work in and out of his mouth in time with Dan's
working of my ass. I could tell from Dan's breathing and the increased
strength of his thrusts into me that he was getting really close.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum! Oh, shit!" Dan shouted. He grabbed hold of my hips
and shoved into me hard. I felt the warm jets of his jizz squirt inside me.
His whole body shook and twitched as he continued shooting in me. As his
shooting subsided, he leaned against me, still shaking and panting, his dick
still spasming in my ass.

The cum was rising in my own balls. Dan's jizz in my hole had put me close
to the edge. Jeff's continued sucking was pushing me over. He was getting
into it, working my cock with his mouth and his hand. He seemed to have
forgotten everything else around him and right now, the whole world was my
dick in his mouth. As he sucked I saw him madly jacking his own hard meat.

"J-jeff, man, I'm gonna blow.

He continued sucking for a few seconds. I started moaning more. At the last
possible second he pulled his mouth off my dick. A spurt of cum splashed his
face and dribbled down his cheek. A second hit his upper lip. Several more
splattered his neck and ran down his dark chest. At almost the same time I
felt his dick erupt, sending his load all over my legs and feet.

The three of us were panting. Jeff sat back on his heels, looking a little
stunned. Dan was leaning against my back, his hands still gripping my
sweat-covered hips. He slowly began to pull his dick out of me. I braced
myself against the exam table. None of us spoke.

Dr. Owen finally broke the silence. "I think you've successfully completed
the examination."

Dan and I turned and stared at him and then Dan started laughing. "Yeah, I
guess it was pretty damn complete. Inside and out."

I smiled. But I wasn't entirely sure how I felt. I couldn't deny that I'd
enjoyed it. And yet, I felt that unsure part of me reasserting itself.

Jeff said nothing. He stood up, a little wobbly, and went over to wash his
face at the sink.

Dr. Owen looked concerned. "Jeff, are you alright?"

Jeff picked up his underwear and pulled it on. "Yeah, sure." He continued
dressing in silence. We could all feel that he was definitely shaken up
about what had happened.

Dan finally said something. "Look, man, don't get all weird on us about
this. We all did stuff. It was just for fun."

Jeff looked up. He looked like he was about to burst into tears. "Yeah, I
had fun. I liked it. But I don't want to like it. I've told you that before,
Dr. Owen. I feel shitty about the fact that I think about this stuff. When
you got me talking about some of it in front of Dan, I felt, well, ashamed.
Even though he seems OK about it and you seem OK about it. And now I've
tried it. And . . ." He looked at the floor, taking several deep breaths,
"and I did like it. I was turned on. And that's just not right." He stood
there, holding his shirt in his hands and trembling.

Dr. Owen looked at him with that same look he'd given me the week before - a
look of sympathy and said, "Jeff, you told me you wanted to try it. I
thought this would be a good opportunity."

He stood up and walked over to Jeff and put his hand on his shoulder. "I've
known all three of you since you were in diapers. If you're going to try
things, I want to make it easy for you." He looked around at Dan and me.
There was a wistful sort of look in his eyes. "Don't be afraid of what you
want. Trust me on that."

Jeff nodded. He put on his shirt and grabbed his coat, then headed for the
door.

Dr. Owen followed him out the door. I could hear them talking out in the
hall.

Dan went over and picked up his briefs. "Wow. I guess he's more upset about
this than the doc thought he'd be. Me, I just like having a good time. I'm
not gonna worry about it."

I felt confused. On one hand I felt a little like Jeff: out of control doing
things I wasn't sure I should like. On the other hand, I liked Dan's
attitude: if it feels good, who cares? At that moment, I wasn't sure which
side was winning. As Dan got dressed I felt a little self-conscious since my
clothes were still in Dr. Owen's office. Pulling his pants on, Dan seemed to
know what I was thinking.

"Hey, man, don't get all hung up about this stuff. I love being naked. I go
naked all the time at home. Well, not all the time but a lot. Anyhow, I had
a good time with you. I hope you had a good time too."

I hopped up on the table and sat. My hands covered my still half hard dick.
"Yeah, I guess I did. It's just all sort of, well, you know, complicated."

Dan was pulling his shirt over his head. "Yeah, I guess. How long have you
been doing stuff here at the doc's?"

"About six months."

He leaned back against the counter. "Well, I've been jerking off here about
three years. And you know what? I wouldn't say this to anybody else. I sort
of look forward to it. It's a rush. I get the idea you find it that way
 too."

I stared at the floor. "Yeah, I guess so."

"You like being seen naked, right?"

"Um, yeah."

Dan picked up his backpack. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and
scribbled something on it. He grabbed his coat and walked over to me and
handed me the paper.

"Here's my address and phone number. Let's get together."

I took the paper and looked down again. "Yeah, OK."

Dan put his hand on my knee. I looked him in the eye. He smiled and winked
at me. "Call me. We could have fun."

"Sure."

Dan walked toward the door. He turned and looked back at me. "Look, I'd
always wanted to try what we did. I told the doc that. Thanks for letting
me."

I looked back at him. There was a sincerity in his expression that I hadn't
seen before.

"You're welcome."

Dan sort of laughed and walked out. "Later, man."

I sat there for a minute in silence. I couldn't hear anything out in the
hall. I thought about what had happened and my dick started stiffening
again. I decided to go get my clothes. I hopped off the table and headed for
Dr. Owen's office, my hard dick leading the way.

I opened the door. There was Jeff, standing in the middle of the office,
naked. He was stroking that big dick. Dr. Owen sat at his desk, watching.
Jeff's head snapped around to see me, a panicked look in his eyes. But his
hand never left his dick.

Dr. Owen motioned me into the office. "Doug, please, come on in. Jeff and I
had a little talk and he decided he needed to masturbate one more time. And
from the looks of it, so do you. Go ahead and masturbate if you like."

Jeff kept looking at me, especially my hard dick, which just made it get
harder. His hand was frozen on his hard cock. I couldn't help staring at it.
I walked over next to him and took my dick in my hand and started stroking.
Jeff started matching me stroke for stroke. The two of us faced each other,
our dicks about a foot apart, in front of the doctor.

Dr. Owen sat back in his chair. "You know, you two have nothing to feel
guilty about. You like to show your bodies. You like to masturbate. You
enjoy sex. There's nothing wrong with any of that and I like to provide a
space where you can explore that. So just relax, enjoy looking at each
other. Enjoy the feeling."

I was enjoying it. And I could tell Jeff was too. He spit into his hand and
picked up speed working his hand up and down the long shaft of his cock. I
was smearing precum all over mine, working my thumb around the head. Both of
us were getting close.

"Let me shoot on you, man," Jeff growled. "And you can shoot on me. Coat me
with your cum, man. Shoot it all over me." He kept going on in almost a
chant. I moved a little closer. A huge shot of jizz exploded from his dick,
splattering my chest, another hit my dick, slicking it up even more. Several
more volleys hit my legs and dribbled down to my feet. That sent me over the
top. I groaned as I shot a load of white juice splattering on Jeff's dark
belly. More jets of cum hit his legs. We both were panting and looking at
the mess that we'd made on each other.

Dr. Owen picked up a towel from his desk and tossed it at me. Amazingly,
given how focused I was on Jeff's body, I caught it. "Why don't you clean
the two of you up?"

I gently toweled the cum off of Jeff as he stood there motionless. I wrapped
the towel around his softening dick and rubbed it. He looked down at me,
smiling a little, and softly said, "Thanks."

He took the towel from me and did the same for me, wiping the gobs of cum
off my belly, my legs and my dick. Then he turned and went over to start
dressing. I stood there for a second looking at his lean, muscular body
before I went over to my clothes and started to do the same.

"You two did well today," Dr. Owen commented from behind us. "I know this
wasn't easy but I think you learned something about yourselves."

Jeff was dressed and picking up his jacket. "I guess so. I'm sorry I was so
weird about it all. I just. . ."

"Give it time, Jeff." Dr . Owen turned to me. "And you too, Doug."

I nodded as I tied my shoes. "I will."

"Do you two need a ride home?"

I spoke up first as I picked up my backpack. I stuffed Dan's address in the
front pocket. "No, thanks. I'll take the bus."

"Me too," Jeff added. He picked up his bag and we both headed for the door.

Dr. Owen followed us to the front door of the office. "Thank you both. You'
re good boys. I'll see you next time."

We walked down the hall to the elevator in silence. I wanted to say
something to Jeff but wasn't quite sure what. Finally, he spoke as we
stepped into the elevator.

"I meant what I said a while ago. I really did want to do that. It's just,
um, well, hey, if anybody knew. I mean my father would beat me to a pulp if
he knew I ever thought about something like that."

I stared up at the floor numbers above the door. "Yeah, well my parents
wouldn't be too thrilled either."

Jeff was quiet until the doors opened at the lobby. As we walked out he
turned to me. "Could we get together sometime? I mean, somewhere else. I
like the doctor and everything and he has been pretty cool about all this
but I'd like to see you in some other place."

"Sure. I'll give you my number." I reached in my backpack and got a piece of
paper and a pen. I handed Jeff my phone number which he stuffed in his
pocket. We walked out the door into the cold.

"Which bus you catching?" he asked.

"The 27, out to the South End."

"I'm catching the 13 to Portland."

I felt this sadness about him. I reached out and squeezed his arm. "Hey it
was great meeting you. Call me sometime. Maybe we can, um, like go biking or
something."

"Sure."

We parted, walking to our separate bus stops.

I looked back toward Jeff and felt something strange inside. It was
something I had almost put my finger on a few days earlier with Chip. I
still couldn't quite name it. I climbed on the bus still trying to figure it
out.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

Copyright 2003 by Shaver Boy

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