Date: Wed, 5 Jun 2002 18:05:50 -0400
From: Shaver Boy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: DOCTOR'S ORDERS (CHAPTER 5) (MM/t, mast, oral, Exhib)

DOCTOR'S ORDERS (CHAPTER 5) (MM/t, mast, oral, 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 5 - MATTERS OF TASTE

Was I gay?

That was a question I wasn't quite ready to deal with that winter. It would
crop up in my mind from time to time and, as I usually did with thorny
matters, I took the Scarlett O'Hara approach:

I'd think about it tomorrow.

(OK, my mother is a lover of movies so I sort of grew up with "Gone with the
Wind".)

Having filed that question in the Think-About-It-Tomorrow folder of my mind,
I was still a little bothered about the stuff I'd been doing. And even more
bothered that I'd been enjoying it so much. I rode past Andy's apartment
building almost every day but swore to myself that I'd never take him up on
the invitation to drop in. But the memory of what we'd done stayed with me,
inspiring any number of late night loads.

My next trip to the doctor's was the Saturday after the incident with Andy
and I was still sort of feeling funny about things. I made up some excuse
why I had to get going when Dr. Owen asked to see me after my shot.

It was too cold now to go to the park, which was just as well. Chip and I
would get together in the afternoons and goof off until he had to go home
for supper. I brought up about my beating off in front of him a couple of
times. I kept asking him if he'd tried it yet. He said no, but he was
thinking about it. He admitted he'd thought a lot about what I'd done. I
hoped for the opportunity to do it again. But I didn't tell him about what
had happened with Andy. I thought it would weird him out way too much. It
still kind of weirded me out. But I thought about it a lot. A whole lot.

The next allergy shot was the weekend before Thanksgiving. Mom was busy so I
took the bus downtown. I came in and got my shot from Rick, who was friendly
and funny as always. As usual, I was his last patient to deal with before
the office closed, so he was ready to head out the door the moment the
needle was out of my arm. Not that he was like, shoving me out the door or
anything, just that he was anxious to get going to the gym. His gym bag was
in the corner of the room. Rick had told me a lot about his workout routine.
And I could tell it was paying off. Even in the lab coat and oxford shirt, I
could tell his chest and arms were really well developed. I had admired his
build several times. He said he'd see me next time, grabbed his bag and
headed out the door for the gym.

I was getting ready to leave when Doctor Owen walked by the lab.

"Doug, good to see you. Stop in my office when you're done."

For a second, I thought of making some excuse that I was in a hurry. But
somehow I couldn't. And to be entirely honest, I didn't want to. I walked
into the doctor's office.

"Have a seat, Doug." Dr. Owen was sitting at his desk as usual. He still
looked tanned from his vacation. I sat down on the couch.

He leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head. "So how have you
been doing?"

"Fine. Nothing new."

"Still masturbating every day?"

Well, that didn't take long. "Um, yeah." I fidgeted a little. My dick was
hardening up already.

"Are you doing it more than once a day?"

"Sometimes." The truth was, most of the time, practically all the time.

"Two or three times?"

"Yeah."

"Which? Two or three?"

I stared at the floor. "Three." I couldn't lie about it. And actually, deep
down, I wanted him to know.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of, Doug. You're just obviously going through
a time of your life when your hormones are running pretty high. Do you have
an erection right now?"

Well there was no way to hide that. The bulge in my pants was obvious. I
nodded.

"Have you ever shown your erection to someone else?"

The blood must have all drained out of my head. I felt like I would faint.
"Yes," I said weakly.

"Who?"

OK, I made up my mind not to tell him about Andy and the park. But there was
Chip.

"A friend."

"Did you masturbate in front of your friend?"

It was like he had read my mind. I nodded.

"Did he masturbate too?"

I shook my head. "No. I did it, but he wouldn't."

"You wanted him to."

It took a moment before I answered. "Yes."

Dr. Owen seemed to consider for a minute. "Maybe we need to do another
check. Take off your clothes, Doug."

I couldn't say no. And there was a big part of me that didn't want to say
no. I leaned over and untied my shoes. I slipped them off and pulled off my
socks. I slowly stood up and pulled my sweatshirt over my head. Dr. Owen sat
there calmly, watching me.

"Go ahead, Doug. It's not like I haven't seen it before."

I undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. I slid them down my legs and
stepped out of them, placing them with the rest of my clothes. My dick was
tenting out the front of my underwear, a dark gooey spot showing how much I
was leaking. After a moment's hesitation, I pulled them off too. I stood
with my hard dick pointing right at the doctor. The head of my dick was
shiny from the precum coating it. I was shaking a little.

Dr. Owen got up and came around the desk. He took my dick in his hand and
squeezed it. More precum flowed out of the slit, dripping on my foot. I
moaned softly.

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen a boy who gets quite as excited as
quickly as you do. You developed early, you know. I'm sure you've noticed
that other boys aren't as developed as you, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I guess." To be honest, I'd been checking out the other boys even
more than ever at the Y. I knew he was right. I had more hair around my dick
than most of them and my dick was definitely bigger than a lot of them.

"Did your friend touch your penis?"

"No."

"Did you want him to?"

I thought of Andy again, of when he took hold of my dick in the park. I
thought of how I really had wanted Chip to touch it. But that was too
embarrassing to admit.

"I don't know."

"Well, it's natural at your age. Every boy wants to explore." His hand was
slowly squeezing and releasing my dick over and over. I was starting to get
a little short of breath.

He released my dick, leaving it swaying in front of me. "I think we should
do another examination. OK, Doug?"

I blushed. "I guess. If you think we should." Part of me was excited at the
idea. Another part was deeply embarrassed that I'd soon be masturbating with
the doctor's finger in me.

"Alright, then, let's go down to the exam room." He motioned toward the door
and waited for me to move. I started out into the hall. Almost at the moment
I passed the receptionist station, the door from the reception room opened.
I whipped around in panic.

It was Rick. He was wearing a pair of black gym shorts and a sweat shirt and
carrying a jacket. He appeared to be slightly out of breath. I noticed how
muscular his legs were, covered with black hair.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," he blurted out, staring at me standing there naked
with my stiff dick gleaming under the fluorescent lights. "I left my
 wallet." His face reddened as he looked at me, but he didn't look away.

Dr. Owen spoke up from behind me. "It's alright, Rick. I was about to give
Doug a little check up. I think it would be good if you observed. I'm sure
Doug won't mind."

I wasn't sure how to respond. One part of me was embarrassed for Rick to be
seeing me in this state. And the thought of him seeing the doctor examining
my prostate was even more embarrassing. And yet, it somehow excited me too.
I looked at the ground and said, "I guess it would be OK."

Rick hesitated and then nodded. "Well, I guess I could stay. Are you sure it
's OK, Doc?"

"Oh yes, It'll be fine." Dr. Owen gestured for us to continue down to the
exam room.

Once inside, Rick leaned against the counter and Dr. Owen got out a glove
and the tube of lube. Rick continued studying me and my hard dick as I stood
in the middle of the room. Dr. Owen came over to me and took my dick in his
hand.

"As you can see, Rick, Doug is pretty well developed." He squeezed the head
of my cock and more precum flowed out. "And he secretes a lot. He's very
excitable, but that's not that unusual for a boy his age, is it?" I groaned
a little as he squeezed my dick again, this time right behind the head.

Rick watched closely and nodded at the doctor's assessment.

"OK, Doug," Dr. Owen said as he pulled the glove on, "Hop up on the table."
I did and he placed my feet in the stirrups, setting the supporting bars to
spread my legs far apart. Precum was drooling from my cock, which twitched
and throbbed every few seconds.

"Doug is a very sexually active boy, Rick," the doctor explained as he moved
between my legs. "He masturbates three times a day and every time I've seen
him lately his penis has been erect and secreting a great deal." Taking my
dick in his hand and holding it straight up, he continued, "His penis is
pretty large for a boy his age, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah, it is." Rick said. He seemed a little nervous, and yet I could tell
that he was interested in what was going on.

"I would say that by the time he finishes growing his penis is going to be
at least as big as yours."

It was Rick's turn to blush.

The doctor addressed me. "Rick is being modest. When he was my patient
growing up, I was amazed at how early he developed. He was masturbating as
much if not more than you do at your age. You're the first I've seen since
him that seems to have the same constant drive that he did. And I do think
you're going to match him in the penis department."

OK, I was intrigued. I could feel the electricity in the room, both Rick and
I feeling embarrassed, and yet, I was pretty sure he was as turned on as I
was. A glance at his gym shorts told me I was right; there was a sizable
bulge in the front.

The doctor began to rub the lube around my exposed hole. I trembled
slightly. I started wondering if this was such a good idea. I mean, somebody
was watching me get my ass fingered! I felt him start to push his finger
inside me. All the doubts were washed aside by that feeling inside me. I let
out a soft groan. I moaned louder as he hit that spot inside.

"See how aroused he gets by massaging his prostate. Go ahead and masturbate,
Doug. Relieve the pressure you feel."

He didn't have to ask twice. I took my dick in my hand and began to stroke.
As excited as I was, it took less than a minute for me to spew a load out
onto my neck and chest and stomach. Dr. Owen continued probing, twisting his
finger and rubbing more firmly against my prostate. My dick was as hard and
aching as if I hadn't shot at all.

"He certainly gets stimulated, doesn't he? The last time, Doug shot five
times while I examined him. Why don't you show Doug what an adult erection
looks like. I think he would be interested. Right, Doug?"

It wasn't too easy for me to talk, with his finger probing around inside me.
As I squirmed on the table, I grunted "uh-huh", and looked toward Rick.

Rick pushed away from the counter and stood in the middle of the room, a few
feet from the exam table. Slowly he reached in his shorts and took hold of
his dick, pulling it out over the waistband. I looked at it closely. It was
big. The head was large and helmet shaped, with a wide brim at the edge. The
shaft was wide, sort of flattened but looked almost two inches across from
side to side. A bead of precum was visible in the big piss slit.

The doctor spoke up as I stared at Rick's dick. "See Doug, I think you're
going to match that one of these days. Rick's penis is a little over eight
inches long and is five and a half around. Even more at the base of the
head. Would you like to touch it, Doug?"

I looked at Rick. He nodded and said, "It's OK with me if you want to."

"I think Doug would like to. Why don't you get undressed so he can see what
you look like?"

Rick seemed to think for a few seconds and then pulled his sweatshirt over
his head and dropped it on a nearby chair. I saw his well-defined pecs, also
covered with dark hair that had been clipped very short to show off his
chiseled chest. There was a thin trail of trimmed hair leading down his
washboard stomach to his navel. Bending over, he untied and removed his
shoes and socks. Then, slowly, he pushed his gym shorts and jock down past
his knees. They dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. I took a
look at him. Rick was muscular, almost stocky. His skin had an olive cast to
it, part of his Italian heritage. His butt was round and firm, coated with a
dusting of back hair. His dick stood out and slightly up, curving a little
to the left, from a bush of black hair that he had trimmed into a neat
square. His balls were big and hung low in a smooth sack between his
powerful thighs.

He moved toward me, stopping next to the table. I started reaching toward
his dick and hesitated.

"It's OK, Doug, go ahead." He said softly.

I reached over and gripped his hard dick. I heard him suck in a breath
quickly. I rubbed the head, spreading his lube over the spongy firmness of
its surface. I squeezed the shaft, amazed at the thickness. I could barely
get my hand around it. I rubbed it up and down a few times.

In response, Rick reached down and took my dick in his hand. Gripping it
firmly he massaged the head with his thumb. I moaned again. The doctor
started working a second finger into me and I moaned louder. As he picked up
speed in his stroking of my dick, I started to shake. Another load of cum
blew out of me, splashing Rick's arm and my chest. I could feel Rick's big
tool throb in my hand.

The doctor chuckled. "I think he likes what you did for his penis."

I could feel the doctor rubbing the tips of his fingers against my prostate,
pressing on it. I squirmed on the table as he worked on me.

"Rick, why don't you show Doug what else you can do with his penis."

"Doc, are you sure?"

"It's all part of Doug's education."

Rick nodded. Still holding my dick, he bent over. His face was right over
the head of my cock. I watched as he stuck out his tongue and touched it to
the head of my dick. I jumped a little. It felt good but I was sort of
surprised by the feeling. He ran his tongue around the goo-covered head of
my dick, cleaning it, caressing it. And then he opened his mouth and
enveloped it. I gasped at the warm feeling of his mouth encircling my cock.
He started slowly moving up and down, applying a slight suction with his
lips locked tightly around my rigid pole.

"Nnnnnph, Ooooh!" I groaned through gritted teeth. Dr. Owen was still slowly
manipulating my prostate as Rick began sucking my dick, his hand gripping
the base of my cock as he worked his mouth up and down. I knew that in a few
seconds I would blow a wad of cum. I tried to signal Rick. "I-I'm
g-g-g-gonna sh-sh . . ."

He kept going. My back arched off the table as I shot and my load went into
his mouth. I saw him swallowing, trying to keep up with the barrages of
juice I was firing into his throat. I was yelling. My whole body was
consumed with what was happening to me.

Gradually I tapered off, my back sinking back onto the table. Dr. Owen still
had his fingers inside me, but he had paused in his manipulations for a
moment, letting me catch my breath. Then he slowly started to massage me
inside again.

"So now you've experienced oral sex, Doug. What did you think?"

"It . . . was . . . good." I managed to say, trying to catch my breath. His
fingers were getting me excited all over again.

"Has anyone ever had your penis in his mouth before?" He twisted his fingers
inside me.

"Ungh. No. Never."

"Would you like to see what it would be like to have Rick's penis in your
mouth?"

My heart was thumping hard. Yes, I wanted to. But I was scared by the idea
too. "I don't know . . ."

Rick spoke up, "Look, Doc, maybe that's a little much for him at this
 point."

Dr. Owen looked at me as he continued to gently twist his fingers around.
"Well, why don't you give it a try, Doug. If you don't like it you don't
have to continue. Fair enough?"

I thought for a second. After all, Rick had done it to me. I nodded.

Dr. Owen smiled. "That's a good boy. Rick, get that pillow over there to
prop Doug's head up and climb up on the table so he can get to your penis
easier. I'll be able to see in the mirror there.

There was a mirror on the wall behind my head. Rick got the pillow off the
counter and I lifted my head while he placed it behind my head. The he put
his knee up on the table and pushed himself up and over me, straddling my
shoulders. His big muscular hairy legs were on either side of my head, his
feet nestled under my arms. From this angle I could see his big balls
hanging down over me His hard dick swung back and forth like a pendulum in
front of my eyes.

Rick looked down at me. There was a gentle look in his eyes, mixed with a
look of somebody who really wanted to get off. He spoke almost in a whisper.
"You let me know if you're uncomfortable or anything. But I think you're
gonna like this." I nodded in reply.

The doctor spoke. I couldn't see him now but I could still feel his fingers
in me. "Why don't you start by licking on Rick's scrotum. Get yourself used
to the taste of his skin."

I raised my head a little. I could smell the slightly sweaty and yet still
slightly soapy smell of his balls as they dangled an inch or so from my
face. I was trembling. I held back for a moment and then stuck my tongue
out. I grazed the bottom of his sack. I could feel him shudder slightly.

"Oh yeah, lick my nuts," he groaned.

I did, running my tongue over the crinkly, smooth skin of his nut sack. It
tasted, well, like skin, like something I'd never tasted but like I'd always
known it would taste. I liked it. I continued running my tongue around his
balls, licking up to the moist skin of his inner thigh.

Rick had his eyes shut, concentrating on the sensations I was giving him.
Dr. Owen wanted to move things along. "Rick, let him taste the head of your
penis now."

Moving back a bit, Rick took his dick in his hand and bent it down toward my
mouth. I stared at the flared reddish head with the jewel of precum
glistening at the hole. I went for that. My tongue wiped that bit of precum
off. Then I teased the ridged edge of the head, flicking my tongue back and
forth. I heard Rick suck in his breath.

"Jesus, kid! Are you sure you've never done this?"

I shook my head. "No I never have. I'm just doing what I thought would feel
good to me."

"Well, you're a natural. Keep it up."

I did. I licked down the underside of his shaft, concentrating on that
little fleshy place right behind the head. I heard Rick moan. He aimed the
head of his dick at my lips. I understood. I opened my mouth wide and let
the head of his cock slide inside. I closed my lips around it, trying to
remember exactly what Rick had done when he sucked me. It took me a moment
to get used to the big tube being in my mouth. His dick was so wide, my jaws
ached from the stretching they were getting.

I had a guy's dick in my mouth! A part of my mind was saying, "Oh my God,
what are you doing?" and another part was saying, "Suck faster". My own dick
kept slapping against my stomach from the motion of Rick fucking my mouth
and the doctor probing my butt. I was still covered with the jizz from my
other loads and my dick was steadily oozing more precum.

Dr. Owen picked up on the fact that I was getting into it. In the mirror, he
could see Rick's cock pumping my mouth. Meanwhile, the doctor was still
fingering me. I felt him begin to push a third finger against my hole. I
wanted to say no, but my mouth was filled with Rick's fat cock. I moaned
loudly around Rick's dick as I felt my ass get stretched open even farther.
The doctor did another twist of his fingers and my hips rose off the table.

Dr. Owen smiled. "Yeah, Rick, he's even more aroused than you used to get. I
think he may ejaculate without even touching his penis."

I was beginning to think he was right. I could feel the tension building in
my balls. Rick was pumping in and out of my mouth even faster, his dick
hitting the back of my mouth. I tried hard not to gag but did a few times. I
heard Rick groaning above me. Suddenly he pulled his dick out of my mouth
and stroked it twice, shouting, "Oh God!"

A geyser of cum shot into my hair. Another hit me almost in the eye. And
then two more hit my face. And the last dripped down onto my still opened
lips. From behind me, the doctor give his fingers one final thrust into my
ass. I shouted as I felt my own cock begin to blow another load on my
stomach.

I lay on the table, my chest heaving. I was covered in cum: my own and Rick'
s. Rick climbed down off the table. The doctor slowly pulled his fingers out
of my aching hole. Taking my hand, he helped pull me up into a sitting
position.

"So, Doug, how did you like that?"

I was lost in thought and didn't respond for a moment. The old guilt trip
was setting in a little. But I also felt good. I finally responded. "It . .
.was OK."

Rick laughed as he picked up his clothes. "I'll try to take that as a
compliment."

Dr. Owen looked me over. I was dripping cum. "Why don't you go take a quick
shower? We'll wait in my office."

I walked down the hall to the shower room and quickly rinsed off. Just
knowing that I was washing, not only my own cum, but Rick's gave me a whole
new hardon. I felt my sore hole. Just rubbing my finger against the
sensitive rim sent a shiver through me. I tried to sort out what I'd just
done. I felt a mixture of elation and fear. I couldn't quite put it all
together.

I dried off but instead of wrapping the towel around my waist, I tossed it
in the hamper and walked back down the hall naked and hard. I entered the
doctor's office that way. Dr. Owen was sitting at his desk and Rick was
seated on the couch.

"God, you are a show off," Rick laughed. "Do you ever NOT have a boner?"

I blushed. But inside I was excited that they were looking at me again. I
started stroking my dick slowly.

"I just get horny a lot," I said as I spread my legs slightly.

"You got that right! Well, go ahead and put on a show, kiddo. You're gettin'
me hot again."

Dr. Owen was smiling as he watched me. "Don't let him tease you, Doug. Get
him to tell you what a show off he was. Believe me, he would have given you
a run for your money."

I started thinking of Rick, standing right where I was, stroking his dick
for the doctor. It was a hot image in my mind. I was stroking even faster
now and playing with my nuts with my left hand. I started moaning. Soon
another load of cum pumped out of me, landing on the floor.

Dr. Owen tossed me a towel. "Clean it up. The cleaning people are going to
start to wonder."

I crouched down and cleaned up my cum. Then I went over and started getting
dressed.

Rick stood up. "Well, so much for my gym time. But, hey, thanks for the
workout."

I pulled on my jeans and sweat shirt and tied my shoes. Rick and I got our
coats and the two of them walked me to the door.

Dr. Owen was businesslike as always. "Well Doug, we'll see you in three
weeks."

"Yeah, fine."

Rick and I walked down the hall together. I felt a little funny, like I was
sort of ashamed of what I'd done. And yet I wasn't. Not really. As we stood
waiting for the elevator, Rick seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.

"Feeling a little weird?"

"I guess."

"You want to talk?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"I live a few blocks from here. Why don't you come over and I'll tell you
how it was for me. Maybe you'll feel better about it."

I thought for a moment. I wanted to hear his story. Mom and dad were out for
the day so there was no rush to get home.

"Sure."

We zipped up our coats and walked down the street.


TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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