Date: Thu, 02 Jun 2005 13:59:04 -0400
From: d l <dl2827@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dr. Mitchell's Exam part 2

This is a fictional story involving youth/youth and/or adult/youth sexual
relationships. If this type of material offends you, or if you are not of
legal age, please do not read any further. This material is intended for
mature adult audiences.  Names, characters, locations and incidents are
either the product of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Your comments and feedback are welcome.


Since my visit with the doctor, I couldn't keep my mind off the things that
had happened. The same night of my exam I must've jacked off 'bout three
times.

When my Dad asked me how it went, I turned nine shades of crimson.

"Fine, I guess," I mustered

"Just fine? He find anythin' wrong with ya?"

"No, Pop. I think I'm all good."

"Well, ya act strange enough.  Surprised there ain't nothin' wrong with
your head."

He gave me a smack on the back of the head as he walked past me.

Since school was still a couple of months off and my dad was workin' most
of the time, I didn't have a whole lot to do. I'd kick the soccer ball
'round, but it ain't too much fun on your own. There was very little to
keep my mind off the events of my exam with Dr. Mitchell. I'd fingered the
card he gave me with his number on it so much that I could barely read the
numbers - though by now, I knew them by heart. I'd stand by the phone, bone
hard, wantin' nothing more than to call him and take him up on his
offer. But somehow I couldn't bring myself to do it. It wasn't that I was
ashamed. Hell no. I'd loved every minute of it. I guess I was just
scared. Scared he'd find out just how bad I wanted it.

After my exam with the doctor, I'd lost all shame and inhibition about
jekin' off. Now I did it all the time and really got into it. I also
started findin' out what I liked more and what felt really good. I'd get
naked on my bed and feel up my chest down to my balls, really explorin'
myself. I'd feel all around my nuts and reach down in between my legs to
rub around my hole.  I'd be leakin' like crazy and I'd use my finger to
wipe it off the head of my dick and bring it to my mouth to taste it. I
really got off on the taste of it. I started usin' some lotion to lube up
my ass and shove a finger up there, at first tentatively, but then with
more force. I'd get a couple of fingers up there and then I'd really start
to beat my meat. With my fingers up there, it never took too long to get
off. I always came real hard whenever I got somethin' up my rear.

Soon, I started to look around for things to fill me up with like I was
with the doctor. First, I tried the handle of a hairbrush, then a
candlestick. I'd shove whatever I could get my hands on up there, and damn
if it didn't feel good. I knew it was weird, but, hell, I didn't care. I'd
come so hard while my ass squeezed like hell on whatever I had up
there. One time I was out in the barn and I noticed that the handle of the
hoe looked like the perfect size. I ran up to my room, grabbed some lotion,
and back out to the barn faster than you can say puberty. I stripped off my
clothes and greased up that handle. Then I got it postioned so I could just
back myself up on it. I pressed the tip of that handle right up to my
pucker and started to press back on it. I felt that familiar pain as my ass
stretched to get that handle in there. Then it just slipped on in and I
lost my breath and my dick jerked and slapped up against my belly. It felt
so good grindin' my ass back on that hoe, thinkin' all the time about that
time with the doctor. I was workin' up a good sweat fuckin' my ass on that
handle. My nuts pulled up tight against me and I started jackin' my big
stiffie as I fucked that stick. Soon, I couldn't hold back no more and I
shot hard on the floor of the barn as my ass squeezed tight on that hard
stick. Whew! I couldn't get enough. You can believe I made plenty of trips
to the barn that summer.

Still, I never stopped thinkin' of the doctor. The things we did, the nice
things he said to me. The way he looked at me. Many nights he was in my
dreams and I'd wake up and realize I'd cummed myself in the night. I wanted
so bad to do those things again. I just couldn't bring myself to call.

One day, I was out in the barn. This time I was actually doin' some
work. My daddy told me to bring down some of the old junk from the second
floor of the barn so we could clear it out. It was hotter'n hell so I was
just wearin' my cut-off jeans and an old tank top. I was haulin' down some
gear from the second floor, tryin' to climb down the rung ladder with just
one hand like a fool. I lost my balance and slipped down a couple of rungs
to the ground. Must've caught my leg on something cause I had cut myself
pretty good on the inside of my right thigh. At first I didn't think it was
too bad, but it was bleedin' pretty good.

I got myself to the kitchen and I was tryin' to clean myself off with some
wet towels, but it just kept bleedin'. Luckily my daddy was just drivin' up
in his pickup. He came in and saw me with the bloody rags.

"Well what the fuck you done now?" he hollered.

"I don't know pop, I just kinda fell off the ladder."

My dad got down on his knees and moved my hands away.

"Let me take a look at that," he said

He put his hand on my thigh just below where I was cut. He put his other
hand above my cut damn near my nuts. Despite the pain, his hands on me so
close to my privates triggered those unmistakable feelings. My dad grabbed
the rags and started to try and clean me off. His hand pushed the leg of my
shorts up and his hand grazed my balls. I jumped back but he grabbed me
tight giving my thigh a hard squeeze.

"Hold the fuck still, you fool. This looks pretty bad."

I tried to hold still, but between the pain and my dad's rough hands
between my legs had me comin' and goin'. I willed myself not to bone up,
but sometimes there's no controlling these things. I just hoped he couldn't
tell. Lucky for me I was wearin' my tighty whiteys.

After he'd cleaned it as best he could he said, "I think we better get you
into town to the doctor's office."

I sat quietly in the passenger seat of the pick-up with a rag pressed
against my thigh trying to stop the bleeding as my dad drove us into town,
all the while cursin' and yellin' at me for bein' so clumsy. I wasn't
really payin' attention 'cause all I could think about is if I'd see
Dr. Mitchell. The thought of seein' him again had me so hard it hurt, my
stiff bone cramped up in my shorts. I tried to concentrate on the pain or
anything else so I wouldn't start leakin' all over the place.

We pulled up to the one story doctor's office in town and my dad stopped
but kept the engine runnin'.

"You go on now. I gotta go up to Earl's and get some supplies. I'll be back
in 'bout an hour. Don't make no trouble for the doctor, ya hear?"

"Alright pop."

I hobbled over to the door and walked in still clutching my thigh. The tiny
waiting room was deserted and just the noise of the ceiling fan filled the
room. I stood there in the middle of the room not knowin' what to do when
the inner door opened. An old man in a white coat walked into the waiting
room.

"Oh my!  What's happened here?" he asked.

My heart sank. I had gotten all worked up hopin' to see Dr. Mitchell. Who
was this old coot?

"Cut myself," I muttered.

"I can see that. What's your name, Kid?"

"Nicholas. Nicholas Johnson."

"Well, Nicholas, I'm just leaving. Dr. Mitchell will have to take care of
you."

Just then Dr. Mitchell walked into the room. He smiled broadly when he saw
me.

"Hey Nick. Gosh, what happened to you?" he said looking with concern at my
leg.

"Fell off the ladder," I said. My stomach rose up in my throat and I
started to tremble a bit with excitement. I tried to hide my obvious
pleasure in seeing him again.

"Well, Dr. Mitchell will take good care of you. I'm off," the doctor said
as he went out the front.

Dr. Mitchell put his arm around me and led me through the door and into an
exam room.

"I'm glad to see you, Nick. I hoped I would hear from you sooner."

I blushed. I couldn't believe he would actually want to see me.

"I just...I, uh. I guess I didn't want to bother you none," I stammered.

"Hell, it's no bother. You're a good kid. In fact, you remind me a lot of
myself when I was your age. Hey, how'd you get here? You by yourself?"

"My dad dropped me off. He had to go do some stuff - but he's gonna pick me
up in 'bout an hour."

Dr. Mitchell looked disapprovingly at me.

"Well that's too bad that he couldn't wait around to see that you got in
here ok."

I just shrugged. I'd learned not to expect too much from my dad.

"Well," he said, "let's get you cleaned up. Go on and take off your
cut-offs and hop up on the table and we'll see what we got.

I stripped off my shoes and socks and pulled down my cut-offs so I was just
in my tank top and my tighy whiteys. My hard-on, which had come back the
minute Dr.  Mitchell put his arm around me, made an absurd bulge as it
strained up to the waistband of my BVDs. I sat on the edge of the table
with the crinkly paper tickling my thighs. Dr. Mitchell pulled out these
stirrups from the end of the table and set them wide.

"Go ahead and put your legs in here so I can get a good look at your
thigh."

I put my legs up so I was lyin' on my back and had my legs splayed wide up
in the air.

"Good. Now let's have a look. I'm gonna need to clean this off and it may
sting a bit."

He soaked some gauze with alcohol and gently wiped my cut. It stung like
hell and I grabbed the edges of the table and tried not to cry out.

"Hang on, Nick, I know this hurts, but we gotta get it clean."

He used his right hand to clean my cut and his left slid up my thigh so it
was pressed right up against my nuts. I took a deep breath and tried to
steel myself against the pain. He used his left hand to massage my thigh
while he cleaned out my cut.

"Good boy, Nick. You're a pretty tough kid. Well, I think it looks worse
than it actually is. We can skip the stitches, but you're gonna have to
take care that so it doesn't get infected. What did you cut yourself on?"

"I think it was a nail. I couldn't tell though."

"We don't have any records on you, so I'll have to assume you haven't had
you tetanus shots.  After I get you all bandaged up I'll go ahead and give
you a shot."

"O.k.  doc," I said. I didn't like the idea of a needle, but I trusted Dr.
Mitchell. I watched him work efficiently on cleaning and bandaging up my
leg. He was even more handsome in his white coat. He looked so clean and
strong - grown up. He looked back at me and gave me a wink, his handsome
face lighting up in a smile.

"You been alright out there on your farm?" he asked

"I guess. Kinda lonely. Lookin' forward to startin' school."

"I bet.  Well, like I said, you wouldn't be a bother to me. If you ever
want me to come out and visit, you just give me a call."

I blushed again. No one had ever been so nice to me. He seemed to genuinely
like me. I sure liked him.  He was so smart and good lookin'. I wanted to
be just like him.

"Well that's it for your leg. Let me get a tetanus shot ready. It'll be
best if I do the shot in your right buttock, so why don't you go ahead and
pull down your underwear."

My heart beat faster and I got a thrill thinkin' about getting' naked in
front of him again. I grabbed the waist band of my BVDs and pulled them up
and over my straining cock. My dick slapped up against my stomach as I
pushed them down my thighs. With my legs still up in the air I couldn't get
them all the way off. He came around with a small rolling table with all
his instruments on it.

"Let me help you with those," he said. He reached down and pulled my briefs
off, lifting one leg at a time off the stirrups. Then he came around to the
side of the table. We wiped the side of my butt with a wet cloth then he
picked up the needle.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Guess so." I braced myself as Dr. Mitchell stuck me with the needle and
pushed in the plunger. It stung like hell, but he did it so quickly, it
wasn't too bad. He took a ball of cotton and pressed it against the spot
where he shot me.

"Good boy, Nick. You're a very good patient." He smiled down at me while he
massaged the cotton against my butt.

I blushed again and my hard dick twitched against my stomach. I had started
to leak onto my tank top. I couldn't believe that I wasn't embarrassed at
all to be naked and hard in front of him, and he certainly didn't seem to
mind.

He looked down at my hard dick and gave me a little smirk.

"How have you been feeling otherwise?" he asked as he put a bandaid on my
ass.

"Pretty good I guess," I replied.

"I see you're still pretty excitable. Have you been having any trouble with
soreness in your testicles?"

"No, not really. Since you came last time, I been jerkin' off more. Tryin'
to not let myself get too built up."

"Good. That's very good. It's perfectly normal at your age. Anything else
you want to tell me?"

"Well...nah, it's nuthin'"

"What is it Nick?  You don't need to feel shy about telling me anything."

"Well, you know, sometimes when I'm beating off, I'll use my fingers or
somethin' to try an', you know, stimulate my prostate. Kinda like you did
that time. An' it feels real sensitive. Is that alright?"

"It should be. Is it sensitive in a bad way?"

"Nah. Just real sensitive."

"Well, maybe I should take a look since you're here. Is that alright with
you? What time did you say your dad was going to pick you up?"

"Not for another half hour. There's just one more thing, doc."

"What's that, Nick?"

I braced myself and mustered up all the courage I could.

"D'ya think I might need another injection?" I asked forcing myself to look
up at him.

He just smiled at me and said, "Well let's take a look and we'll see."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I was so worried he'd be mad or somethin' if I
asked.

"Go ahead and lie back and relax and I'll take a look and see how you're
doin'."

I lay back and waited as I listened to him shut and lock the door and get
his things ready. He sat on a low stool in between my spread legs. He
applied some cream to his fingers and rubbed it around my hole, sending
chills up my spine.

"Now, I'm gonna put my fingers in and have a feel of your prostate."

"O.k.," I croaked.

He slowly slipped his thick index finger up my ass and my dick throbbed. I
couldn't believe how good it felt. Much better than my own. My ass
reflexively squeezed hard on his finger as he moved it in and out, trying
to loosen me up.

"That's very good, Nick. Just relax."

I took a deep breath as he slid his finger out and then put two in. He slid
them in slowly, giving me time to adjust to the thickness. His thick digits
slid smoothly in and out of my tight hole. He passed his fingers over my
prostate and my back arched and I groaned.

"How does that feel, Nick?"

"Oh, it feels good, doc. It's real sensitive."

"I can tell. Just relax and let me examine you."

As he was fingerin' my ass he started to feel around my nuts with his free
hand. I groaned as his big hand pawed at my big heavy orbs. It was all I
could do to not grab my leaky cock and jack myself off. The doctor inserted
a third finger and I moaned out loud again.

"Nick, your prostate feels very sensitive, and I can see that stimulating
it makes you produce more pre-seminal fluid. Everything feels pretty good
with your testicles.  I'm still surprised at how big they are for your
age. I'd say, though, that you seem very healthy."

I was desperate. I wanted him in me so bad. I felt like he was teasin' me -
tryin' to make me the one to ask for it.

"Doc, do you think you'll need to do a further exam -like last time?"

I looked up at him and he smiled. Sweat was beading on my brow and I was
panting as he kept fingerin' my tight hole, drivin' me crazy with his
fingers.

"Yes, Nick. I think I will have to give you a further exam. Were you
o.k. with how we did the exam last time."

"Oh yeah. That was real good. Are you going to use the same instrument to
examine me?"

"Yeah, Nick, I think I will. Why don't you like back and close your eyes
and I'll get it ready."

I did as he said. If he wanted me to keep up the ruse, I'd be happy to
oblige, as long he gave me what I wanted.

I heard him get up from the stool and undo his pants. I sensed him greasing
up his cock, getting it good and slick.

"O.k. Nick. I'm going to put this in. Let me know if you need me to stop."

"O,k, doc. I'm ready."

He pressed the fat knob of his cock to my pucker and started to press
in. This time it went in with less resistance. As his thick dick head
slipped in I gasped and raised my hips.

"You alright Nick?"

"Yeah, doc.  Keep goin'."

He kept slidin' in slowly, drivin' me crazy with his big meat.  The feelin'
of him fillin' me up was drivin' me wild. More of his cock slid in me and
he hit my prostate and I nearly flew through the roof.

"Wow, Nick. You seem to respond really well to this exam. Your prostate
seems really sensitive."

"Oh yeah, doc. It is. It feels really good."

He kept goin' with short strokes on my prostate. Then when I thought I
couldn't take it any more, he shoved in all the way and I felt his big,
hairy nuts slap against my ass. He sighed as he rested all the way inside
of me. My ass squeezed on his fat cock as he ground into me.

"Good, Nick. You're a very good patient. You're doing very well."

I wanted desperately to open my eyes and see the doctor as he fucked me,
but I figured I didn't want to spoil the game. So I kept my eyes closed and
concentrated on the feeling of his huge cock filling my ass. I pulled my
tank over my head and started to feel up my sweaty chest.

The doctor pulled all the way out and the aimed his fat cock back at my
waiting hole. He sank slowly all the way back in, making me feel every inch
of his impossibly big dick. He started to fuck me with long slow strokes
and I savored the feeling of him filling me up. My cock ached and it
throbbed every time his hot cock passed my prostate. I was doolin' precum
allover my belly and I grabbed tight on to the edge of the table so I
wouldn't touch my dick. I wanted to wait and enjoy this as long as I could.

"You're doing really well, Nick. You seem to respond really well to this
kind of exam."

"Yeah, doc, I really like it."

"Good, Nick. Just keep your eyes closed."

I nodded and moaned as he fucked me faster now. Every once in a while he'd
pull all the way out and I'd arch my back in anticipation of feeling him
enter me all the way again. Then he'd slide back all the way in and I'd
feel his hairy thighs against my legs. Sometimes he'd just put it in a
little and pull out again. In and out testing the limits of my ass. This
really dove me wild. And when he'd thrust it all the way in, I'd groan
loudly, an animal sound. He started breathin' heavy now and he picked up
the pace a little.

"I'm getting ready to give you your injection now. You ready, Nick?"

"Oh yeah, doc. Give it to me. I need it."

He was thrusting harder now and breathin' real heavy.

"Aw yeah, Nick I'm gonna give you an injection real soon. You want me to
help you release?"

"Yeah, doc. I really need to release. It's so hard it hurts."

As he continued pumping my ass, he reached down and grabbed my leaky
bone. He pumped my cock as he thrust deep into me.

"Aw man, that feels so good, doc. Keep goin'"

"Ooooh, Nick. It's comin' real soon."

My nuts drew up tight and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much
longer. His hard thrusts were bringing me closer to the edge. He kept
jackin' my fat cock in time with his fucking and my whole body seized up.

"Oh yeah, here it comes," I groaned.

My back arched and my whole body shook as I started cumming. The first shot
flew outta my cock hard and fast and hit me in the chin. As the doctor kept
pumpin' me more and more of my hot stuff kept flyin' out splashin' all over
my chest and neck. My ass squeezed hard on the doc's dick as my body was
racked with orgasm.

"Here comes your injection, Nick," the doctor grunted. He gave one last
hard thrust and I felt his cock expand and jerk as he pumped me full of
cum. He moaned loudly as he kept fillin' me with his seed. I could feel him
spasming and shooting deep up my ass as I started to come down from my own
orgasm. I couldn't resist opening my eyes a little to take in the site of
this hot doctor pounding away between my legs.  His eyes were shut tight
and he was slack-jawed as he kept thrusting his manhood all the way up my
ass. I took a mental picture and closed my eyes again as he slowed his
thrusts.

"Keep your eyes closed Nick, and I'm going to take the instrument out now."

I felt him pull out slowly and felt hollow form the loss. I lay there,
completely spent and soaked in my own jizz as I listened to the doctor
putting himself back together.

"O.k. Nick. You can open your eyes now."

I did and I saw Dr. Mitchell come around to my side and wipe up the cum off
my chest, neck and chin.

"Wow, Nick, you really do ejaculate a lot. You're very well developed for
your age."

I blushed as he looked down at me and I loved the way he looked at me and
the way his face shone with the flush of sex. He moved around again between
my splayed legs and gently wiped my hole.

"O.k. Nick, I think we're all through with the exam. Are you alright?"

"Oh yeah, doc. I feel great. I really like having an exam with you."

"Well you're a really good patient Nick. Like I said, you can call me
anytime and I'd be happy to come out and visit or give you another
exam. You probably need them fairly often since you are so developed and
have a very active and sensitive prostate."

"I'll be sure to call on you sooner doc."

"Well I certainly hope so," he said as smiled his beautiful smile at me.

He helped me get cleaned up and get my clothes back on over the bandage on
my leg. He explained how I should keep it clean and gave me some more
bandages so I could dress it myself.

"Doc, do you think maybe you'd need to come out next week to check on my
bandage and maybe see if I need another injection?"

"Yeah, Nick I think I will need to." He put his arm around me and walked me
out to the lobby where he waited with me 'till my dad showed up. We said
goodbye and, boy, I can't wait for the doctor's visit next week.