Date: Sun, 12 May 2002 19:04:55 -0400
From: Shaver Boy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Doctor's Orders (Chapter 3) (teen, mast, Exhib, 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. And remember, it's a fantasy, guys. Keep it that way.

Comments are appreciated to shaverboy@yahoo.com


CHAPTER 3 - OUTSIDE AND INSIDE

   And, yes, I jacked off the moment I got home and could get to my room and
strip. (In case there was anybody reading who wondered what I was thinking
about at the end of the last chapter!)

   I lay there naked on the bed afterward, jizz still pooled on my stomach.
Almost hypnotically, I reached down and scooped some up in my hand and
brought it to my mouth. I licked my hand, tasting once again that funky
taste of cum. 'God, what am I doing', I thought. But mostly I felt guilty
pleasure.

   I walked to the bathroom and cleaned up. There was no one home, Mom
having dropped me off after my trip to the doctor. Chip was at some family
wedding or something. I thought about what I was going to do. It was a
beautiful, hot September Saturday and I wanted to get outside. I put on a
pair of cutoffs and a tee shirt and got my Nikes and socks back on and
headed down to my bike. I got a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and
stuck it in my bike bag.

   I rode for a while, not really heading anywhere in particular. I ended up
at the park, a 700 acre wooded area with hiking trails, tennis courts and a
road leading up a steep hill to vast area of woods and fields and an
overlook. Several years earlier a storm had washed out part of the road
leading up the hill, so it was no longer open to cars. It was great for
biking though, and the acres of woods at the top were pretty deserted. I
pedaled up the hill. By the time I reached the top I was soaked in sweat. I
coasted around the winding road for a while until I found the trail where
Chip and I would often go exploring. Getting off my bike, I walked it along
the narrow path back into the woods. I reached the clearing where we would
often go to lie out in the sun or just goof off. I laid my bike down and got
my water bottle out. I sat in the sun, sipping the cool water, and thinking.

   The slight breeze was refreshing in the humid heat of the day.
Absent-mindedly, I ran my hand over my damp tee shirt. My nipples were hard
under the thin cotton and I squeezed one of them. That seemed to send a
direct signal to my dick. In my shorts, I could feel it begin to twitch its
way toward hardness. An idea was forming in my head. I looked around.
Nobody. Not a sound except for the birds and the breeze through the trees.

   It was a quiet day and I was here alone.

   Why not?

   I untied my shoes and pulled them off, peeling my damp socks after them.
I placed them by my bike. I pulled my tee shirt over my head and laid it on
top of my shoes. My hands were shaking a little. Should I do this?

   I stood up and unbuttoned my cutoffs. Slowly I slid them down my legs and
kicked them off, plopping them on the pile. I now stood in just my briefs.
My hard dick tented out the front, a wet spot the size of a quarter marking
the leaking head. I lazily rubbed the palm of my hand across it, feeling the
slightly gooey dampness. The sensation in my dick was delicious. I took one
last look around.

   Still nobody.

   I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my jockeys and pulled them down.
When I reached my knees I let them fall to my feet and stepped out of them.
I was naked and hard in the great outdoors! I felt exhilarated and at the
same time, really nervous. Anybody could come along. And yet, truth be told,
that was part of what made it so exciting.

   I decided to walk around a little. Not far. I walked over to the trail
and down the little hill to the stream that ran through the woods there. My
dick was wagging back and forth in front of me. A string of precum was
dancing back and forth, trying to stay attached and then finally falling off
into the grass. I found a fallen tree and leaned back against it. The bark
felt rough against my bare butt. I stood there with my legs spread wide. I
cupped my balls in my hand and gently massaged them. Then, unable to resist
any longer, I grasped my dick, rubbing my thumb over the wet head. I rubbed
in circles, spreading my lube around the head and then down the shaft as I
started to stroke in earnest. The feel of the air against my naked body was
stimulating. The idea that I was naked and beating off in a public place
excited me in ways I couldn't explain. I began to pick up speed.

   I thought back to the morning, stroking off in front of Dr. Owen. It had
turned me on so much. I replayed the scene in my mind as I began really
pounding my dick. I thought of Chip, of how I'd love to be doing this in
front of him, of how I'd love to watch him do it too.

   My knees were shaking. I knew that any moment I'd shoot. And I did. As I
groaned happily, cum came flying out, splattering the grass, the ground, and
even my bare feet. I looked down and could see a glob of my load slowly
dribbling down the side of a rock. Somehow that made it official. I had shot
my juice in the park.

   I still had my dick in my hand. The last remnants of jizz were still
oozing out, coating my fingers. I released my dick and brought my hand to my
lips. Slowly I licked the milky residue off my sweaty hand. As I did, a
motion in the distance caught my eye.

   I looked up quickly. Standing on the far side of the stream, maybe a
hundred feet away, was a guy, maybe in his early 20s. He was about medium
height, stocky and muscular, with short red hair, and was wearing a yellow
tank top. He was standing absolutely still, watching me intently. His
expression was blank, just intense. I could only see him from the waist up
through the foliage. My heart was thumping like it would blow to pieces. Yet
I stood still, my feet seemed planted firmly in place. I wanted to run but
for some reason, I couldn't move. The two of us stood facing each other
virtually motionless. Then he moved a little to the left.

   He was wearing red running shorts and had pushed up the left leg with his
hand. I could see that he was holding his dick in his hand and slowly
stroking it. I could see that his dick was thick and the head was big and
knobby. I knew that I should get out of there but somehow I couldn't tear my
self away. I knew that he had watched me, now I was watching him. He started
picking up speed, still staring at me. I could tell his breathing was
getting harder and I saw a big shot of cum shoot out, landing in the bushes
in front of him. It was followed by several more. Finally he stopped. He
stood for a few seconds, still looking at me. Then he stuck his dick back in
his shorts and smiled at me.

   I came out of my stupor, realizing that I was standing there naked in
front of a total stranger. I turned and ran back up the trail to my clothes.
I quickly put my clothes back on and grabbed my bike, walking it hurriedly
back to the road. I hopped on and rode away fast. I nearly wiped out heading
down the hill. Finally when I got to the bottom, riding past the tennis
courts, I slowed down to catch my breath. I was shaking all over. I finally
had to just stop before I fell off my bike.

   I pulled over to one of the picnic tables and sat down, trying to pull
myself together. What the hell had I done? I'd let some guy watch me beat
off. And I'd watched him too. And I'd enjoyed it. Even now, panicky as I
was, the thought made me hot, the image of him standing there stroking his
big dick kept replaying in my mind like an endless loop. What was happening
to me? Was I nuts or something?

   Having calmed down a little, I got back on my bike and headed home. When
I got there, my dad was just getting out of the car, having returned from
his usual Saturday golf game. I must have had a strange look on my face.
Guilty, scared, crazy, I don't know. He asked me what I'd been up to. I just
said I'd gone riding through the park. I quickly stowed my bike in the
garage and headed up to my room. I closed the door and flopped down on my
bed.

   My head was throbbing. I felt almost dizzy. I kept thinking, 'OK Doug,
get your act together. You're never gonna do anything like that again.'

   But I wanted to. That drove me crazier than anything. I REALLY wanted to
do it again. My stiffening dick REALLY, REALLY wanted to do it again. I
unbuttoned my cutoffs and reached inside my damp briefs. There was a residue
of cum on my belly, mingling with a fresh batch of precum that was oozing
out as I lay there. I started rubbing my boner again. I realized that this
was the fourth time in four hours that I'd beat off. Part of me thought that
couldn't be a good thing, another part just wanted to do it again. I kicked
off my Nikes and pulled off my sweaty socks. I pushed my shorts and
underwear down and off. I pulled my sweat soaked tee shirt over my head and
lay back on the bed, naked again. As I slowly rubbed my dick against my
belly in the mixture of cum, precum and sweat, I replayed the events in the
park again. I relived the excitement of stripping out in the open, of
walking around naked and exposed, of stroking my dick in the woods. I saw
the redheaded guy watching me. I imagined what I must have looked like to
him. My mind's eye zoomed in on the guy's dick as he stroked it. I could see
him shoot. And in minutes, I was shooting another load onto my stomach. I
made no move to clean up. I just lay there, trying not to think.




   For the next two weeks, I tried to get my life back to normal. Chip would
come over to watch TV or we'd go to swim practice or we'd go biking. I
stayed away from the park, scared that I'd see the red headed jogger. I told
myself I'd never do anything like that again, but to be honest, I wanted to
go back and do it again. I still beat off every night (and sometimes in the
morning as well) thinking of what had happened.

   It was Saturday morning, two weeks later, and time for another allergy
shot. I had mixed feelings as I got out of the car. Dr. Owen had called Mom
and told her that he wanted to do a follow-up check on me (assuring her that
there was nothing wrong, just that I had matured more than he expected and
there were tests that applied to teenagers he had not conducted before). She
didn't seem concerned and was glad to hear that I was in good shape aside
from my ongoing allergy problems. So we agreed that I'd just take the bus
home after I was through.

   It was around 11: 30 in the morning when I walked in to the reception
area of Dr. Owen's office. There was one woman sitting there and Ginny, the
receptionist sitting at the desk. She smiled at me and told me to go on back
to the lab. I went back and sat down, waiting for the nurse to show up. A
guy in a white outfit walked in, about mid twenties, tall, dark-haired and
well-built.

   "Hi, I'm Rick. I've just started working here as a nurse. And you must be
Doug."

   I nodded. It was strange to see a guy working as a nurse in Dr. Owen's
office. All the nurses I'd known had been female over the years. Still this
guy seemed nice and all. He got the vial with my medication out of the
refrigerator and got ready to give me my shot. As he rubbed the spot on my
arm with alcohol, he said, "The doctor told me to have you wait in his
office after you're done here. He said he was running a couple of tests."

   I nodded again as he injected me. Since I still didn't have any idea what
it was the doctor wanted to test, I had no real comment in response.

   "Well that does it," he said cheerily, "You know where Dr. Owen's office
is, right? I need to put stuff away so I can get out of here. I'll be seeing
you in a couple of weeks, I suppose."

   "Sure, see you then," I said, as I walked out of the lab and down the
hall to the doctor's office. I walked in and sat on the couch. I could still
hear voices down the hall. I heard the doctor talking to the woman I'd seen
in the waiting room about her daughter's ear infection. The minutes ticked
by.

   I was nervous. I'd been thinking about this visit with mixed feelings of
excitement and a little fear. As I sat on the couch, I could feel my dick
tingling in my shorts. One by one, I could hear people leaving outside.

   Finally the doctor walked in. As usual he had his lab coat on over his
customary blue shirt and tie and black dress pants. Dr. Owen was a nice
looking man, masculine in an understated sort of way. His black hair was
peppered with grey. In every way, he seemed the perfect family doctor. I had
always felt comfortable with him.

   He smiled as he went and sat down behind his desk. "So, Doug, how are
things going?"

   "Fine, same as always."

   "You look like you're still getting outside a lot. Still have a good
 tan."

   "I do a lot of biking and stuff."

   "And what about other things? Still masturbating every day?"

   Well, that was sure cutting to the heart of the matter. I blushed and
nodded.

   "How many times a day do you do it?"

   "Um, sometimes twice, sometimes just once a day."

   "Most of the time in bed or in other places?"

   "Yeah, most of the time in bed."

   "Do you ever like to watch yourself? Like in a mirror?"

   God, all my guilty secrets! "Um, yeah, I've done that." I was red as a
beet now.

   "Doug, that's perfectly normal. Don't worry. Have you ever done it with
someone else?"

   My mind snapped back to the park two weeks earlier. I thought that
technically since I didn't realize the other guy was there until after I'd
shot, I could still honestly say, "No".

   "Well, don't worry about it if you have. A lot of boys your age do that."

   "Well, I haven't," I replied, sounding a little defensive.

   "You have an erection now, don't you?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, since you're going to need to get undressed for me to check you
out anyway, why don't you take your clothes off right now. I know how much
you leak when you get excited. You can't be walking out of here with a big
spot on your shorts."

   OK, that didn't make me feel any better. But I knew he was right. My dick
was already leaking in my underwear. I got up and did as he said. I piled my
clothes next to the couch and turned to stand naked in front of him. My dick
stood straight out, achingly hard.

   Dr. Owen stood up and walked over to me. He took my dick in one hand and
my balls in the other. The feel of someone else's touch on my dick sent a
shiver through me. With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the head of my
dick. A soft 'ungh" escaped my lips.

   "A little sensitive there, huh? You know that your penis is pretty large
for a boy your age, don't you? I'm sure you've compared it to others."

   "Not r-r-really." I lied. I had been taking stock of the other kids'
dicks since I was six years old. I knew mine was bigger than most of them.
But honestly, I'd never seen any of them hard. As a matter of fact, that day
in the park was the first time I'd ever seen a hard dick other than my own.

   "Have you ever measured it?"

   I shook my head, another lie.

   "Well, let's check it." He let go of my cock, leaving it to swing back
and forth. He got a tape measure out of his desk drawer and came back to me.
Pressing the end of the tape against the leaking hole in the end of my dick,
he measured all the way back to the root in my small nest of light brown
pubes.

   "Six and a quarter inches. Very impressive." He wrapped the tape around
my shaft. "Three and a half around. By the time you're through growing, you
are going to have a definitely larger than average penis. Even now at your
age, it's thicker than a lot of men's." Putting the tape measure on the
desk, he resumed his squeezing of my dick. A large drop of precum dripped on
my bare foot. "How long have you been masturbating, Doug? Over a year?"

   "Yeah, I guess over two years really."

   "I thought you had developed early. But until you came in for your
physical I had no idea how much. All the more reason to give you a thorough
checking out." He let go of my dick. "Let's go down to the exam room." He
went to the door and opened it. I bent over to pick up my clothes. "Never
mind those. You can leave them here. Come on." He gestured for me to move to
the hall.

   Leaving my clothes behind, I walked out into the fluorescent light of the
corridor. The linoleum felt cold against my bare feet as I walked down the
hall. It felt strange and yet somehow exciting to be walking naked down this
public hallway, my dick wagging in front of me. We got to the exam room and
walked in. I stood in the middle of the room as the doctor came in behind me
and closed the door.

   "OK, Doug, up on the table." He nodded toward the exam table.

   I hopped up and sat with my legs dangling over the edge.

   "Lie down."

   I did. Dr. Owen came to the foot of the table and began adjusting these
things I'd noticed before but never really had figured what they were for.
They were stirrups and he adjusted them so that they were about 5 inches
above the surface of the table.

   "Alright, now scoot down a little and place your feet in these."

   I did. With my knees bent and my legs spread, I felt even more exposed
than I already had been. He adjusted the bars that supported the stirrups to
spread my legs wider and told me to scoot further down. My butt was now
almost at the edge of the table. Something about this position scared me a
little but also made my dick throb even more than it already had. It
twitched up and down on my stomach, leaving wet patches as it did.

   The doctor walked over to the counter and opened a drawer. His back was
to me as he spoke. "Since you've developed so much, I thought it best to
give you a prostate exam. Normally I wouldn't do this til you were maybe a
year or so older. But I think you're ready for it."

   I didn't have the slightest idea what he was talking about. What the hell
was a prostate? And why did I have to be in this position to check it? But I
figured I'd be finding out.

   When he turned around, he had a latex glove on his right hand. In his
left was a tube of something.

   "This ointment has a little anesthetic in it. It will help to relax you."
He moved between my legs. I still had no idea what he was going to do as he
squeezed a dab of cream out of the tube onto his gloved index finger.

   I couldn't really see what was going on. But suddenly I felt something
cold against my butthole. I almost jumped off the table.

   "Just relax, Doug. I know it's a little cold. It'll warm up."

   I could feel him rubbing the cream all around my hole. It felt so strange
to have someone touch me there. I felt embarrassed. Here I was naked and
with my asshole exposed and being rubbed. It was about as vulnerable as I'd
ever felt. And yet there was something hot about it too.

   Gradually I started to feel a slight tingle around my hole, a warm
feeling, as he continued to massage it. Then he started applying a little
pressure. I lay there with my heart pounding as his finger started slipping
inside of me.

   "W-w-what are you doing?" I stammered. I really didn't understand what
was going on.

   The doctor pulled his finger out. "I'm sorry, Doug. I should have
explained this. Your prostate is a gland that is located inside your rectum.
It's the gland that helps to control sexual function. I have to insert my
finger inside to feel it and determine if it's OK. You understand?"

   I nodded, still not real clear on what this thing was. The doctor began
pushing his finger in me again. It was a weird sensation. Slightly
uncomfortable, yet kind of good. I took deep breaths and tried to relax.

   "You're doing fine, Doug. Don't worry this makes a lot of people
uncomfortable. But it can feel sort of good once you relax. Don't you think
so?"

   I nodded. I could feel him twisting his finger around, pushing deeper
into me. Then he touched something. I felt this warm jolt in my balls. My
dick started leaking even more than it already was. I let out a low moan.

   "That, Doug, is your prostate. How does it feel when I rub the tip of my
finger against it?"

   "OK," I whispered. Actually, I couldn't even begin to find words to
describe how it felt. My dick was aching, it was so hard. My breathing was
irregular and I was trembling slightly.

   "You seem very aroused, Doug. Why don't you stroke your penis while I do
this?"

   He didn't have to ask twice. I took my dick in my hand and began slowly
stroking it while he gently massaged that spot inside me. There was so much
precum pouring out that with a few strokes, the whole shaft was slick. Some
of the thick clear liquid oozed between my fingers.

   "See, I knew you'd feel better if you did that. I doubt you'll last too
long though. I think you're close to climax at this moment. And this may
push you right over the edge." I felt him rubbing his middle finger at my
hole. Suddenly he pushed that in as well, reaching in beside his index
finger.

   "UHHHHNGH!"

   He was right. That did it. My back arched up off the table. A jet of cum
shot out of my dick and a foot or more into the air, landing with a splat on
my face. Two more hit my neck and chest, followed by two hitting my stomach.
Even as the volleys of jizz subsided, I still could feel my dick spasming,
trying to find more to shoot. Finally I collapsed back on the table, panting
and shaking. Doctor Owen smiled down at me.

   "You see now what your prostate does. That's why it's important to check
it and make sure it stays in good working order. And I would say that yours
is working fine."

   I lay there speechless. I had never felt anything like that. Cum was
slowly running down my cheek, past the corner of my mouth. Without thinking,
I stuck out my tongue and licked it up.

   "So you did decide you like the taste of your semen." Dr. Owen still had
his fingers inside me slowly I felt him start to rub that spot again. My
dick, which had softened only slightly, was immediately hard again. "Why don
't you scoop up some of it off your chest too?"

   Silently, I did. I raised my left hand to my mouth and licked it clean.
My right hand was still grasping my dick. As the doctor began massaging more
again, I felt the horny feeling in my balls reassert itself. I needed to
beat off again. Slowly I started to stroke.

   "You see the effect that this has, don't you? You could probably climax
two or three more times if I kept massaging your prostate. Would you like
that?"

   My head was spinning. I felt like I'd lost control of my body. But all
that mattered to me at that moment was the feeling coursing through my dick
and balls. I nodded.

   His fingers twisted around in my ass. I started stroking my dick again.
As he worked that spot inside me, I could feel myself building to another
explosion. I whimpered a little as I shot another load onto my chest and
stomach.

   And he kept going. And so did I.

   Three loads later, he pulled his fingers out of me. There was cum
dripping off my stomach and chest everywhere. I was exhausted.

   "Well, Doug, I think it's time you got cleaned up. You are definitely in
good shape. Your mother will be happy to know."

   Slowly, I pulled myself off the table. I was a mess. Dr. Owen led me down
the hall to a bathroom with a shower in it. My asshole was still tingling
from the cream he had rubbed on it and the workout he'd given it with his
fingers. It felt funny when I walked. I got in and washed the layers of cum
off of me. I reached back and felt my hole. It gave me sort of a thrill when
I touched it.

   I toweled off and walked back down to the doctor's office with the towel
wrapped around me. I suddenly was getting that self-conscious feeling.
Doctor Owen was sitting at his desk.

   Looking up he said, "Well, Doug, I think you did fine. Did you enjoy
that?"

   "Um, yeah, I guess so." I was feeling embarrassed and wanted to go. I
turned to pick up my clothes. I pulled off the towel and started pulling on
my underwear. I could feel him looking at me.

   "Well, we'll check you out from time to time now. You're getting to be a
man, Doug."

   I nodded as I finished up putting my sneakers on.

   "You aren't uncomfortable about what you did are you?" he asked, looking
at me concerned. "Because there's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm your doctor.
Everything here is in confidence, Doug."

   "Yeah, I know," I replied. "I guess I'll see you next time."

   I walked out of the office and headed for the elevator. All the way home,
I thought about that feeling in my ass.

   And how much I wanted it again.

   TO BE CONTINUED . . .

Copyright 2002 by Shaver Boy