Date: Tue, 21 May 2002 01:14:21 -0400
From: Shaver Boy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: DOCTOR'S ORDERS (CHAPTER 4) (t/t, m/t, mast, Exhib)

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 4 - GRIPPING EXPERIENCES

   Well, Doctor Owen had sure given me a lot to think about in the last
month. I'd learned that I liked to taste my own cum. I was doing that now
almost every time I beat off. And I'd learned that having a finger stuck in
my ass was exciting. I started trying that in the shower in the morning. My
sister started complaining that I was using all the hot water. Dad told me I
was going to have to speed it up a little. I cut back on that, but still
experimented with it on the weekends.

   And most of all, I'd discovered just how much it turned me on to be
watched. I would lay in bed dreaming of being caught naked or being somehow
forced to strip, being hard in front of guys, stroking my dick until . . .

   Well, you know.

   At night, when I got ready for bed, I would make a ritual out of
undressing, removing one piece of clothing at a time, imagining someone was
telling me to do it. By the time I got down to my underwear, I was hard and
leaking. I would rub the head of my dick through the gooey cotton, getting
even more excited. Then I would pull off my briefs, standing naked in the
middle of the room, my rock-hard cock twitching in front of me. Spreading my
legs apart, I would start, slowly at first, to stroke it. Gradually I would
pick up speed, sometimes using my free hand to squeeze my nipples or reach
back and rub my hole. I would always be sure to have my hand in front of my
dick when I came, splattering it with jizz as I groaned through another
orgasm. Then I'd lick the dripping juice off my hand. Climbing into bed, (I
had started sleeping nude most of the time), I'd lie softly fondling my dick
and balls. Sometimes I'd end up doing it again.

   In the light of day, I felt a little guilty about it all and was worried
that I was getting a little weird. I had a pretty good idea that most guys
didn't get off on the idea of other guys watching them beat off. But the
thoughts didn't go away. And truthfully, I didn't want them to.

   After September, I only went every three weeks for allergy shots (when
the pollen died down, so did my allergies). So it was the second week in
October before I went back to the doctor's. Dr. Owen was on vacation so it
was just Rick giving me my shot and that was it. I tried not to admit to
myself that I was disappointed. Rick was nice though. He told me he had been
a patient of Dr. Owen's all the time he was growing up too and the doctor
had been great about giving him a job when he got out of nursing school. I
found myself wondering it Rick had ever beat off for Dr. Owen when he was a
patient. But I found it hard to imagine.

   Chip and I were still hanging out together all the time. On Friday nights
he would come over and we'd watch TV or play video games or something. It
was the third Friday in October when he stayed overnight for a change. We
often did that but it had been a while. I had wondered if my little show had
made him uncomfortable. He'd never said anything more about it. And anytime
I tried to edge into the topic, he got sort of nervous and changed the
subject. But that night he asked if he could stay.

   Anyway, that night, as usual when Chip stayed over, we stayed down in the
rec room in the basement. There was a TV down there, and Chip would sleep on
the couch and I'd get out my sleeping bag and sleep on the floor. Chip was
lying on the couch in his briefs and tee shirt under a blanket and I was
wearing the same, lying on top of my sleeping bag on the floor as we watched
some old movie on cable. The lights were out and the light from the TV
screen was the only illumination in the room. We'd been sort of quiet for a
while and then Chip finally said, "I saw you the other night."

   I gulped. "What do you mean?"

   "I was in my room and I looked out the window and saw you, um, . . ."

   "Beating off?"

   "Yeah."

   He paused. "You do it a lot don't you?"

   "Yeah, it feels really good. Haven't you done it?"

   "No. I started to a few times but I didn't do the whole thing."

   "Why not?"

   "I don't know. I felt weird or something."

   I decided to pursue things a little. "So how much did you see when you
watched me?"

   "Pretty much everything, I guess. I saw you get undressed and start
playing with it and saw you, um, finish."

   "You saw me shoot?"

   "Yeah."

   I could see him turn red when he answered that. I probably should have
been embarrassed that he saw me do something so private. But I was really
turned on by the idea that he had watched me. "So whaja think?"

   "I don't know. I couldn't see real well."

   Heart pounding, I decided to go for broke. "You want to see it again?"

   Chip tried to sound cool about it. "If you feel like doing it, go ahead.
It won't bother me."

   "I always feel like doing it." I reached down and rubbed my hard dick. I'
d had a boner since the conversation began. I pulled off my tee shirt and
ran my hand over my chest. Then I arched my back and hooked my thumbs into
the waistband of my jockey shorts and pulled them down and then off. Chip
lay there on the couch, his head on his arm, and watched me closely. A wet
spot on my belly marked where my dick had landed when I pulled off my
shorts.

   "Your dick leaks stuff," he said pointing at the shiny blotch.

   "Yeah. It's called precum. Don't you get that?"

   "No. Why do you?"

   Chip was always full of annoying questions. "I don't know. I just do. And
it makes it easier to rub it. Wanna see how I do it?"

   Trying to sound unconcerned, Chip said, "Sure."

   Taking my dick in my hand, I started rubbing the precum around the head
and squeezing my shaft. Then I started really getting into it, rubbing my
dick against my stomach and then stroking it up and down as it got slicker.
My breathing started getting heavier. I would glance up at Chip every few
moments to see his reaction. His eyes were glued to my dick and I could
sense that he was excited by watching me. That just made me hotter.

   Breathily, I said as I continued to stroke, "Why don't you try it?"

   Chip seemed to consider it for a moment. I think he really wanted to but
just couldn't quite talk himself into it. "Naw, I'll just watch."

   I shrugged and continued working my hand up and down until I could feel
the load building in my balls. I stroked harder and faster and, with a
groan, a shot of cum flew out of my dick landing on my chest. Three more
followed, splattering on my stomach. I lay on the sleeping bag, covered in
jizz. Chip reached down and felt the gooey pond on my chest. Staring at it,
he rubbed it between his fingers.

   Catching my breath, I asked, "So what do you think? That's what cum feels
like."

   Chip was a little defensive. "I've felt it before. I just wanted to see
if yours was the same." He reached down and wiped his hand on my sleeping
bag.

   "I thought you'd never done this."

   He hesitated. "I haven't. But a couple of times I've woke up at night and
I'd shot in my sleep."

   "Really? What were you dreaming about?"

   He blushed. "I don't know. I don't remember."

   I had the feeling he wasn't telling me the truth but I didn't push it. I
got up and walked over to the laundry room to get a towel. I felt Chip's
gaze follow me as I walked naked across the room. I slowly wiped the
dripping mess off my chest as he watched.

   Something else was on my mind as I walked back and sat down on the
sleeping bag, sitting cross-legged facing Chip. I was nervous about bringing
it up. "You know there are other things that are kind of hot too."

   "Like what?"

   It took me a moment to screw up the courage to say something. "Playing
with your butthole."

   "That's gross."

   "It feels really good."

   "You are too twisted, you know that?" He lay back on the couch staring at
the ceiling. "We better get some sleep."

   I got up and turned off the TV. I came back and slid into my sleeping
bag. I waited a minute and said, "Hey, you're not pissed at me are you?"

   In the darkness, Chip said, "No, I just think you're weird. See you in
the morning." He rolled over to face the back of the couch.

   I lay there for a while, feeling a little self-conscious about what I'd
done. I'd beat off in front of my best friend. And I really had wanted him
to do it too. The thing was, I had this feeling he really kind of wanted to.
As I tried to go to sleep, I had the feeling that Chip wasn't sleeping
either.





   The next few weeks went on pretty much as usual: School, swim practice,
homework, Chip and I hanging out. Chip didn't mention anything about the
night together and neither did I. But damn, I thought about it a lot. And I
tried to figure out how to take it to the next step.

   It was the first week of November. We had the day off for some reason,
teacher's conferences or something. Who cared? We had the day off! But I had
nothing to do. Chip had to go somewhere with his parents and my sister was
driving me nuts so I decided to go out biking. It was a beautiful day, warm
and sunny, strange for November, with temperatures in the 70s. I figured it
was one of the last one of these we'd have before the chill of November set
in. So I hit the road.

   I headed for the park. I had been sort of avoiding the park most of the
time since the incident back in September. Chip and I had ridden around over
there a few times but I was always looking around, afraid I'd see the
red-headed jogger who'd seen me beat off.

   I rode up the hill. It was deserted as usual. I rode to the overlook and
parked my bike. I sat on the stone wall, facing north toward downtown,
enjoying the warm sun. I was thinking a lot about Chip and about my last
visit with Doctor Owen. My mind drifted to the last time I'd been up here, a
month and a half earlier. I thought about going back in the woods again and
stripping. Part of me resisted the idea. But my dick was rising in my jeans
and it was a real temptation. I had almost made up my mind to do it when a
voice came from behind me.

   "Hi there."

   I almost fell off the wall as I spun around to see who was there. I
gulped as I realized it was the red-head. He was wearing a pair of grey
sweats and a white tee shirt with a backpack. From his breathing and the
sweat marks on his tee shirt, I could tell he had been running.

   "Um, hi," I stammered. I took a better look at him. He was about 5'10",
muscular, and looked to be in his mid-to-late-twenties. His hair was shorter
than last time, cut in a buzz. His face was handsome, with deep blue eyes.
"Nice day, huh?"

   He came over and sat on the wall next to me. "Sure is. Not many of these
left. I took the day off from work to take advantage of it."

   "Yeah, I'm off from school today and decided to do the same." I felt this
strange tingle sitting next to him. My dick was definitely reacting.

   He sat silently for a minute, both of us staring out toward the distant
city. Finally, he spoke.

   "So you come up here a lot?"

   "Pretty much. It's a good place to ride."

   "Good for jogging too." He paused. "And just relaxing."

   I picked up the meaning of 'relaxing'. "Um, yeah. It is."

   "Some nice places to be alone and relax up here." Another pause. "Like
back in the woods by the creek."

   My heart was pounding now. He was talking about the place he'd seen me
last time. I was feeling like I should leave. Yet I really didn't want to. I
nodded and said, "Yeah, that is nice."

   He looked at me. "I was going to walk back there and lie in the sun for a
while. You want to join me? I've got a couple of Cokes in my pack."

   I knew I shouldn't. I knew this was the wrong thing to do.

   I nodded.

   He pushed himself off the wall and turned to wait for me to do the same.
Looking at his sweats, I could see that they were a little tented in front.
His dick must have been about half hard. Mine, on the other hand, was ALL
the way hard. I could feel it leaking in my briefs. I jumped off the wall.
The lump in the front of my jeans was noticeable. And he noticed it. But he
didn't make any remarks. We started walking, with me pushing my bike along
with me.

   "My name is Andy."

   "I'm Doug."

   "Nice to meet you, Doug." He reached out to shake hands. I reached back
and he closed a firm grip around my hand. We shook and he held on for just a
few seconds more. There was this awkward yet electric moment. He let go and
we continued along the road toward the path. I was really nervous. I had
almost talked myself into chickening out when we reached the path. He turned
and started down. I hesitated for a moment. He turned and looked at me.
"Something wrong?"

   It was now or never. I made up my mind. I shook my head and started down
the path after him.

   We walked through the woods until we reached the clearing down by the
creek. He took off his backpack and opened it. He pulled out a small blanket
and, dropping the backpack, spread it on the fallen leaves that had covered
the grass. He sat down on the blanket. I put down my bike and stood there.

   "Come on and sit down," he said, indicating the space beside him on the
blanket. "You want a Coke?"

   "Sure." I replied, coming over and sitting down next to him. He opened
the can of soda and handed it to me and then got one for himself. We sat
there and sipped in silence.

   "I love it up here," he said. "Just makes you feel sort of free being out
here in the woods. You know what I mean?"

   "Yeah." I was pretty sure I knew exactly what he meant.

   "Yeah, I saw that last time you do sort of enjoy being free up here."

   Finally, he had brought it up. I turned red with embarrassment. "Yeah,
well, um, I thought I was alone."

   "It's cool. Nothing more relaxing than being naked in the good old
outdoors. I've done it a lot up here. I actually had thought about doing
that today."

   I studied the Coke can. "Really?"

   "Yeah. You wouldn't mind would you? I mean, it's just us guys."

   "No, that's OK. Go ahead if you want to."

   He put down his soda and pulled his tee shirt over his head. His chest
was smooth and well defined. He still had a little of his summer tan but his
big brown nipples stood out against the paleness of his chest. He deposited
his tee shirt behind him on the blanket. He began untying his running shoes.
He pulled them and his socks off and placed them with his shirt. I waited
for what was coming next. He stood up and untied the drawstring of his
sweats and began pulling them down his legs. He had on a jock strap
underneath and I found myself staring at the bulge of the pouch as well as
the firm butt that was framed by the straps. His legs were big and muscled.
He slid off the sweats and threw them on the pile. He reached up over his
head and stretched. I could see just a little bit of reddish hair in his
armpits.

   "God that feels good!" he groaned as he continued stretching. "Good to
air out the body, ya know."

   I nodded.

   "You gonna get comfortable too, Doug?"

   I thought for a second. Should I do this? What the hell? I knew I wanted
to. "Sure."

   I untied my shoes and removed them and my socks. Then I pulled my tee
shirt off. I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans, facing Andy. Slowly, as I
looked at him, I pulled them down and kicked them off. I stood now in my
underwear, my raging hard-on pushing out the front, a wet spot over an inch
in diameter marking the head of my dick. We now stood looking at each other
two feet apart. Andy was looking me over, which just made me hotter.

   "You have a good body, Doug. Very nice and tight."

   I blushed more. "Thanks. You too. Your legs are really great."

   "Well, the running pays off." I could see him glancing at the obvious
boner I had going in my white jockeys. "So, ready to get naked?"

   I trembled a little. "I guess."

   He stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his jock and pulled. Slowly he
started sliding it down. I saw the beginnings of his bush. It was trimmed
real short and shaped in a small square over his dick, which slowly came
into view next. I saw the thick shaft slowly revealed and then the large
pink head. His dick wasn't all the way hard but I could see that it was a
little longer than mine, maybe seven inches, and very fat. He pulled the
jock the rest of the way off. His balls were smooth and really large. He let
the jock drop to the ground and kicked it over to where his other clothes
lay. He reached down and groped his balls. "Ah, yeah, that feels better. Now
your turn."

   My hands were shaking as I grabbed the sides of my briefs and copied his
slow stripping act. I let them slide over my dark blond pubes and pull down
my dick, which was hard as stone. When I got to the tip, my dick flew free,
slapping up against my stomach. I let my underwear fall to the blanket and
then kicked them over to my pile of clothes. We were standing naked in front
of each other. His dick was hardening up, jerking to a good seven and a half
inches. The heads of our dicks were maybe six inches apart. I looked up at
him.

   "Don't be nervous," he said softly. "It's OK. You look great."

   "Thanks," I said hoarsely.

   "Would you mind if I touch it?" he asked.

   I shook my head. "N-no. Go ahead."

   He gently wrapped his hand around my cock. I moaned a little. With his
other hand he cupped my balls, massaging them softly.

   "Real nice, Doug. Real nice," he whispered. "You want to feel mine?"

   In response, I took his dick in my right hand. I had never felt anyone
else's cock before. It was strange and exciting. It felt so big and heavy in
my hand. I could feel the heat of it. I wrapped my fingers around it and
squeezed a little. A drop of precum appeared at the head. With the index
finger of my left hand, I touched the pearl of liquid and rubbed it around
the helmet-like head. A slow breath escaped his lips.

   "Oooh shit. That feels nice," he groaned. "You've done this before, haven
't you?"

   I shook my head. "I guess I've wanted to."

   "A virgin." He smiled. "OK, we'll take this nice and slow. You tell me if
there's anything that we're doing that you don't want to do. I want you to
be cool with this."

   I nodded. I felt his big nuts. I could feel a little stubble, but mostly
they were silky smooth, hanging low in his sack. "Your balls are huge." I
said quietly.

   "You got nice ones too," he said, continuing to knead them in his left
hand. His right hand was slowly working my dick. A string of precum hung
from the tip and waved back and forth from the motion. "You like jacking
off?"

   "Yeah. A lot."

   He released my dick and pulled away. He sat down on the blanket. I
started to do the same but he shook his head.

   "Jack off on me."

   "Huh?"

   "I want you to shoot your cum all over me while I watch." He lay back on
the blanket right in front of me. He was lying looking up at my dick and
into my eyes. He had his dick in his hand and was slowly rubbing it.

   I started to stroke. As excited as I was, I knew it wouldn't take long.
My dick was super-slick with all the leaking I'd done. My knees began to
shake as I got close. I looked down at him, seeing him fixated on my dick,
slowly working his own. I almost shouted as the first spurt of hot juice
flew out of my dick and landed right on his face. The second hit his neck.
The third hit his chest. The rest (and there were about three more) landed
on his stomach. I stood, my hand still gripping my dick, panting like I'd
run a marathon.

   He scooped up my cum off his chest and wrapped his hand around his dick,
using my cum to lube it up. He started stroking furiously. Within a minute
he shot, I stood watching as his load mixed with mine on his chest and
stomach. When he was done I finally fell down on the blanket next to him. We
both lay there, recovering. So many thoughts were swirling through my head,
I couldn't focus on any of them. I just knew I felt this sort of peaceful
feeling.

   After a few minutes, he said, "So did you like that?"

   I looked back at him. The answer was so obvious that we both broke up
laughing.

   "Yeah, I guess it was a stupid question," he chuckled. Pushing himself up
on one elbow, he wiped my cum off his face and licked it off his hand. Then
he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "You're really hot, you know
that?"

   I felt really good that he said that. Somehow, that was exactly what I
wanted to hear. "Thanks, you too."

   And he was. He was very hot. And at that moment I felt so glad I'd run
into him. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to . . .

   But I couldn't. That would make me . . .

   Gay.

   I just lay there. Doubts were starting to creep back into my mind. What
had I done? I started feeling that I needed to get out of there.

   "Um, I need to get going." I stood back up and picked up my briefs and
stepped into them. I continued putting my clothes back on.

   "Are you OK?" Andy asked, still lying there with a mix of his and my jizz
all over him.

   "Yeah, fine." I had my jeans and tee shirt on. I sat down to put on my
shoes and socks. "I just gotta go."

   "Well, if you ever want to do this again, I live in the apartments at the
corner of Third and Southland. Apartment 2D. Drop by."

   "Sure, thanks." I said, as I picked up my bike. I tried not to look back
at him, still lying naked on the blanket.

   I walked my bike back out to the road and hopped on. As I rode back down
the hill I kept reliving that moment when I gripped his dick. And seeing us
standing naked face to face. My dick hardened in my pants as I coasted down
the road.

   I wanted to tell Chip about this but I knew I couldn't. But I knew I
wanted to touch his dick.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

Copyright 2002 by Shaver Boy