Date: Wed, 01 Feb 2006 11:40:29 -0500
From: d l <dl2827@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dr. Mitchell's Exam Part 5

This is a fictional story involving youth/youth and/or adult/youth sexual
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Dr.  Mitchell's Exam Part Five


"Why won't you tell me now, Nick?" Sam asked as he followed next to me.

The smirk left my face as I realized Sam wasn't gonna let up.

"Just can't," I muttered.

"What's the matter? Did coach tell you that you didn't make the team?"

"Nah, it wasn't that."

"Well what then? You was in there for long enough."

I could tell he was gettin' mad. I didn't want to upset him. He's the only
one that's been nice to me since I been here. But I couldn't tell him what
had happened. What would he think? I kept walkin' with Sam taggin' along
next to me with that hangdog face.

"I don't think you'd understand," I tried.

"What, you think I'm stupid?" he cried.

"Nah, it's not that. It's just...well, it's just kinda embarrassing."

"Hey, you don't hafta be embarrassed. I mean, if we're gonna be friends..."

I felt bad now. I mean, if he wanted to be friends I guess I could tell
him. I just felt so embarrassed. Would he think I was a fag?  Maybe I could
hedge the truth a bit.

"You ever been to see Dr.  Mitchell?"

"No," Sam said. "We go to Dr. Hayden. He even delivered me."

"Well, did your doctor ever give you an exam, like a physical?"

"No, don't think so. Not for a long time now."

I figured I'd let him in part of the way.

"Well, when I moved here I had to get a physical with Dr. Mitchell before I
could try out for the team."

"And?"

"And, well, he had to give me kind of a special exam."

"Special how?"

This was going too far. I couldn't say it.

"Forget it Sam. I'll see you later."

I stormed off leaving Sam behind.

But he kept after me.

"Hey! Where you goin'? Don't be mad."

"It's too embarrassing!" I shouted.

"Well, if you can't trust me..." Sam trailed.

Then I had an idea.

"Listen Sam, I'm too embarrassed to tell you.  But maybe I could show you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, like, show you what happened during my exam."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but you gotta promise not to tell anyone. I mean no one."

"Ok, I won't tell nobody."

I couldn't believe I was doin' this. Was I really gonna go through with it?
It seemed like the only way to get him off my back without makin' him mad.

"Well let's go on out to my house an' I can show you there."

Sam and I hitched a ride in the back of a pickup down the main road and
headed out to my house.  I banged on the cab of the truck when we got close
to the road that heads down to our place. We hopped out and started walkin'
down the long road.

"Your place is really far out here," Sam said.

"Tell me about it," I groaned.

We talked some as we walked 'bout school and the soccer team. It was nice
havin' someone around my age to talk with. Sam's real easy going and I
liked hangin' out with him.

When we got inside I showed him around.  He seemed impressed at how big the
place was.

"Where's your folks?" Sam asked.

"Well, my ma passed away and my pa, well, he's workin'."

"Oh. Sorry 'bout your ma. Well, so you got the place to yourself?"

"Yeah, it's like that most of the time. Kinda lonely, really."

"Well, it seems pretty cool to me. My parents are always buggin' me. Can't
get a minute to myself."

I showed Sam upstairs to my room. He seemed impressed that I had the big
attic all to myself.

"Geez, I gotta share one tiny room with both my little brothers. You sure
are lucky. So, what's all this about an exam. And why all the secrecy."

"Well, I can show you, but like I said, you gotta promise not to tell
anybody."

"Yeah, yeah, I promise."

"O.K., well, I guess I'll just show you. Now I'm gonna be Dr. Mitchell an'
you're gonna be me. But you gotta promise to do what I tell you otherwise
the deals off. O.K.?"

"Yeah, yeah, o.k. What's the big deal?"

"Alright then, might as well get started."

I was tryin' to play it cool, but I was nervous as hell. Truth was, I
couldn't wait to get Sam outta his clothes an' see where this was gonna
go. Even though Sam was a year younger than me he still had a pretty good
body. His dark brown hair hung shaggily down his brow. He had cute puppy
dog looks and full, red lips. He seemed to always have a blush on his
cheeks.

"Alright, take off your shirt and strip down to your underwear and sit down
on the edge of the bed."

"What!?!"

"You heard me. I told you, if you want me to show you what happened you
gotta do what I say."

"I ain't gonna strip down in front of you!"

"Well why not? You strip down in the locker room all the time. 'Sides you
gotta do what I say otherwise it's off.  I had to strip in front of
Dr. Mitchell so you're gonna hafta strip in front of me."

"You had to strip in front of him? Here? In your room?"

"Yup.  Right here."

"Well, alright. I guess. Seems kinda weird, though."

I watched as Sam pulled his t-shirt up over his head, exposing his smooth
stomach an' his tight small pecs. He had just a dusting of hair under his
armpits. He kicked off his sneakers and started to unbutton his cargo
shorts.

"You sure I gotta take these off?"

"Yup, just like I had to do."

He looked down and pulled off his shorts and kicked those off too. He stood
there in his boxer shorts and socks lookin' embarrassed, but sexy as
hell. He had thick thighs, almost hairless, and strong looking calves. I
could almost see the impression of his soft cock through his boxers an' I
could feel my own startin' to stir.

I cleared my throat an' told him to sit down on the bed. Then I went
through the motions of the beginning of the exam, explaining to him what
Dr. Mitchell had done to me. I pretended to take his blood pressure. I
showed him how Dr. Mitchell had used the stethoscope on my chest and back
and felt around my throat and armpits to check my glands. His skin felt so
smooth and hot against my fingers. Sam was being a good sport and seemed to
go along with the exam.

"Now he had me lay down on the bed to check my abdomen. So, go ahead and
lie back an' I'll show you," I said. I wondered when, if at all, he was
gonna freak. He seemed to hesitate a bit, and when he finally did lie back
I could see why. He had gone full hard and his thick bone was tenting out
his boxers in an obvious way. It didn't look as long as mine, but damn if
it wasn't thicker. His eyes were closed an' his cheeks had gone an even
deeper shade of red.

I sat beside him on the bed and put my hands on his abdomen. His stomach
was smooth and tight. I ran my hands down further, closer to the waistband
of his tented boxers. He had a faint line of hair leading down his thick,
hard cock. I couldn't keep my eyes off it an' I couldn't wait to see it out
in the open. I was mesmerized as I watched it twitch while I kept feelin'
around his smooth belly.

I stood up off the bed and pulled a chair around in front of the bed. I
cleared my throat. I was so nervous that he'd back out. But I couldn't turn
back now. My dick was so hard in my pants, I had to go through with it. I
wanted him somethin' fierce.

"O.k. now Sam. Now you gotta stand up again."

He leaned up on his elbows and looked at me in a kind of embarrassed panic.

"Uh, I got a bit of a problem here," Sam stammered.

I looked back at his boxers and nodded.

"That? Don't worry about that. Dr. Mitchell told me that it's perfectly
natural. Same thing happened to me."

"Really? I mean this is really embarrassing."

I tried to be as cool as I could. I wanted to make him feel as comfortable
as Dr.  Mitchell made me feel.

"Don't worry about. C'mon an' let's get goin'. Ain't got all day." I gave
him a slap on the knee and I tried to smile an' keep it light.

"Alright, I guess," Sam said.

He stood up slowly an' tried to cover his big bone with his hands.

"None of that, now. Go ahead an' drop your drawers. I gotta examine your
testicles like Dr. Mitchell done to me."

"What! No way, man. I can't do that."

"Sure you can. That's what I had to do with Dr. Mitchell. You said you
wanted me to show you what had happened. I gotta show you
everything. Relax, man, it's no big deal."

"Well, I guess. If that's what you had to do."

Sam grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them slowly down over
his hard dick. His dick swung out and stood out at a fourty-five degree
angle. He kicked them off and stood up straight, naked before me. I took a
deep breath as I looked him over. His cock was about six and a half inches
long, but damn if it wasn't thick as hell. He had a nice patch of brown
pubes and his nuts dangled down, low and heavy. He was lookin' down at his
feet an' he looked embarrassed as hell.

"O.k., let me take a look. This is how Dr. Mitchell did it."

I tried to steady my hands. I placed one hand on his smooth inner thigh and
with the other I reached out for his sack. I slowly grabbed his right nut
and rolled it around in my hand, squeezing it gently like Dr.  Mitchell had
done to me. Sam jumped when I got my hand on his nut and his dick jumped
and throbbed.

"Whew, that tickles," Sam said.

"Just try an' relax."

I kept feelin' around his nuts. I was amazed at how smooth and silky the
skin felt. He had pretty big balls and his sack was covered with a spare
few hairs. As I was checkin' out his nuts I was lookin' at his fat dick. I
couldn't believe for such a slim guy what a fat dick he had. It looked
smooth and I could see the veins bulging beneath the skin. The head tapered
slightly so it looked like a missile. His foreskin was pulled halfway back
over his cockhead an' I could see a pearl of precum at the slit of his
dick. I could tell he was likin' the way my hands felt on his nuts and I
began to feel bolder.

"The doctor told me I had pretty big testicles for my age. Yours are about
as big as mine so I guess yours are big too."

"Really, he told you that?"

"Yup. Next he wanted to see if my foreskin would go all the way back. So I
gotta try yours."

"O.k.," he croaked.

I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and slowly slid his skin all the
way back, revealing his shiny knob. He was shaped just like a torpedo,
thicker at the base and narrowing at the tip.

"Oh," he said.


"Looks good," I said.

I slid it back and forth a few times, sliding the skin all the way over the
head and then skinnin' it back. It felt so hot and strong in my hand. With
my face just inches away from his throbbing meat, I was tempted to take it
in my mouth and taste him. I wanted so bad to lick the dick drool that was
now oozing from his slit. I breathed in deeply the smell of his manhood.

"Oh, man, Nick. Did the doctor do this to you too?"

"Yeah, he did. He had to check me out real good to make sure everything was
workin' good. Felt good to me too."

"Yeah, it feels real good. Is it s'posed to?"

"Sure! Dr. Mitchell says it's perfectly natural."

This was goin' better than I had imagined.

"Now Dr. Mitchell had to check out my prostate."

"What's that?"

"It's a gland and he had to put his finger up my ass to feel if mine was
o.k."

"No way! He did that to you?"

"Yup. I was nervous at first but it wasn't that bad. Lie down on the bed
and put your feet up at the edge here an' I'll show you."

"I don't know, Nick. Sounds kinda weird."

"Remember what you promised Sam."

"Alright, guess I did promise."

He got back on the bed and lay down on his back. He put his feet up at the
edge of the bed an' I put a pillow under his lower back so his ass was up a
bit higher like Dr. Mitchell had done for me.

An' there I was. Starin' at his perfect, smooth ass and his big nuts. For
such a lithe guy he had surprisingly round cheeks.

"Now get ready. I'm gonna put some lotion on your ass an' put my finger up
there. It might smart a bit at first, but then it's not too
bad. Dr. Mitchell also helped me get a semen sample while he was doin' this
part."

Sam lifted up his head.

"Help you how?"

"I'll show you. Just relax."

I sat down on the chair in front of Sam. I grabbed some lotion and put some
on my fingers.  Then I reached out and rubbed it on his smooth hole. He
jumped a bit and I grabbed his thigh to hold him steady. I rubbed my thumb
around his tight pucker, pushing gently to test his response. I kept on
rubbin', tryin' to get him to relax as best I could. His dick was still
hard as a rock, throbbin' on his belly. I replaced my thumb with my
forefinger and I slowly pushed in. Sam gasped and my own dick throbbed as
my finger slipped up his hot tight chute.

"Just relax, Sam. Here, this will help."

With my other hand I reached up and grabbed onto his steely, thick
bone. Sam groaned as I worked my hand on his thick pecker.

"Dr. Mitchell said the prostate exam would feel better if he helped me out
getting a semen sample at the same time, like I'm doin' you now."

"Oh yeah, that feels better."

I thrust my finger in deeper, feelin' around to see if I could find his
sensitive spot.  I couldn't believe how hot an' tight an' silky he felt up
there. I felt like I was gonna shoot off in my pants an' I tried to keep
myself calm as I continued Sam's exam. Finally I felt that small bump and
Sam's moaning let me know that I had found it.

"Feel that?"

"Yeah, man. What the hell is that?"

"That's your prostate. Dr. Mitchell said it's important to make sure it's
healthy. He said mine was real sensitive so he had to check it out real
good. Yours seems real sensitive too, so I'm gonna hafta check it out good
too."

"O.k., it kinda feels good."

"Dr. Mitchell told me not to feel bad if it feels good. He said I should
enjoy it."

I kept on fingerin' Sam as I worked his thick cock. I could tell he
wouldn't last too long. I slipped another finger in and he sighed an'
panted an' started to buck his ass back on my exploring fingers. I loved
watchin' his cute face contort as I worked him over. He had his eyes closed
and his head tilted back exposing the veins in his muscled neck. His dick
throbbed in my hand and his big nuts bounced as I jacked his fat cock
faster.

"Oh, Nick, that feels so good. I think I'm gonna shoot soon."

"Good, Sam, just let it go."

I jammed my fingers deeper up his tight ass, playin' his sensitive spot the
whole time. His dick was really droolin' now an' I could tell he was real
close. His nuts started to draw up an' I could imagine how he was feelin'
right now gettin' ready to blow his load.

"This is just how Dr. Mitchell did me. He had to get my semen sample an' he
helped me out just like I'm helpin' you. Felt real good too."

"Yeah, feels so good. Real close. Keep goin'."

He was grindin' his hips back on my fingers an' I knew he was lovin' how
good it felt. Suddenly his dick got even harder in my hand an' I could feel
it throb an' jerk an' I watched in amazement as his hips thrust off the bed
an his big cock shot it's first jet of cum up on his tight chest. It
quickly followed by six or seven more jets, which fell on his stomach. His
ass clamped down hard on my fingers as he came. He was moanin' and writhin'
as he shot his hot load all over himself and my hand.  I slowly pulled my
fingers from his ass as he came down from his orgasm. I gently squeezed his
fat shaft and watched as the last of his cum oozed from his slit. I was
amazed at how much he came - almost as much as I did that first time with
Dr. Mitchell.

"Wow, Nick, that felt great. Did it feel that good when Dr. Mitchell did it
to you?"

"Yeah, it did. It was really cool. I had to cum in a cup, though. You can
bet I filled it all the way up."

Sam laughed an' I got a towel to clean us up. My dick was so hard it hurt,
an' I couldn't believe I didn't pop my load watchin' Sam get off.

Sam looked so hot layin' on my bed all covered in jizz. He had a hot little
body an' his dick didn't seem to be goin' down much. When I was done
cleanin' him up I got up the nerve to go to stage two of my secret plan.

"After Dr. Mitchell finished that part of the exam he told me that since my
prostate seemed really sensitive he needed to do a more thorough exam."

Sam looked confused, but didn't say anything.

"He told me he wanted to be sure I was in good health for the soccer
team. Yours seems to be sensitive like mine, so I'm gonna hafta check you
out some more too."

"So what do I got to do now?"

"Just hop down an' bend over the bed.  I gotta feel up your prostate some
more an' it'll be easier in that position. That's the way the doctor did it
to me."

"Really?" Sam asked.  "Seems kinda weird to be exposed like that."

"Don't worry about it. That's what I had to do. Besides, we're friends
right?"

"Yeah, sure," Sam said as he got down an' bent himself over the bed with
his feet on the ground.

I stood behind him an' looked at his cute, round ass and thick, smooth
thighs.  I was achin' to just plow him, but I thought I'd give him the full
treatment.

"Spread your legs a bit more so I can get in there better,"

Sam spread his legs a bit more an' I moved in on the chair. I got some more
lotion an put it on my fingers. Then I eased my forefinger up his ass. He
moaned an' pressed back on my finger. I could tell he liked it even if he
was tryin' to pretend he didn't. I felt around up there tryin' to find his
prostate. I got another finger up there an' started thrustin' 'em in an'
out of his tight, hot hole. I couldn't wait to get on up in there.

"Oh, Nick, that feels so cool. Did you like it when Dr. Mitchell gave you
this exam?"

"Yeah, I sure did. My dick never got soft, even after he took my semen
sample. How 'bout you, yours still hard?"

Sam didn't say anythin', he just buried his face in the bed. I figured I'd
hafta find out for myself.  With my fingers still up his ass, I reached
around and felt up his crotch.  Sure enough, he was still hard as a rock. I
figured he was ready for the next step. I took my hand off his cock, an'
withdrew my fingers.

"Oh. Is it over already?" Sam asked.

"Not quite. Dr. Mitchell told me that he was gonna hafta examine me
further, but that he had forgot to bring some of his instruments and that
he wouldn't be able to finish the exam and give me the o.k. for the soccer
team."

"So what'd you do?"

"Well, I told him I really wanted to finish the exam. Then he told me he
could finish if he improvised.  He said he needed something longer an'
thicker to examine me with."

"What!?!"

"Yeah. So I told him just to do what he had to do to finish the exam. I
really wanted to make the soccer team, an' Dr. Mitchell was so cool, I knew
I could trust him."

"So what'd he do?"

"I'll show you."

"Is this gonna hurt?"

"Nah, trust me, you might even like it. I did."

Sam put his head back down on the bed. I got behind him an', with shaking
fingers, I began to undo my pants. I tried to do it as quietly as possible
so as not to freak him out. I pushed down my pants an' underwear an' my
dick popped out hard as a fire poker. I quickly slicked it up an' moved in
towards my target: Sam's hot little ass. I slicked back my foreskin an'
moved in. My dick was leakin' like crazy an' I moved in past Sam's soft,
round cheeks an' kissed the head up to his sweet little pucker. My cock
looked impossibly big buried between Sam's ass cheeks.

Sam cried out. "Oh, you're...what are you doin'?"

"Just relax, Sam. Don't worry."

I pressed forward, my whole body trembling. I couldn't see how I'd ever get
all of my big dick in him, but I was determined to try. I rubbed my slick
ooze around on his hot little hole an' tried pushin' a little harder. Damn
if he didn't just open up an' pull the head of my cock past the tight ring
of his ass. I gasped an' so did Sam. Damn it was hot an' tight. I tried to
control myself an' not just shove it all in. I ached to be buried up to the
hilt, but I didn't want to hurt Sam. I held myself steady, letting Sam get
used to the size. When I felt him push back a little, I knew I could go a
little further. I pushed some more an' watched as more of my thick shaft
sank into his hot hole. Sam shuddered an' I knew I had hit his prostate.

"Oh, yeah, that's it there. Feels really sensitive, Nick."

"Yeah, I can tell. Dr.  Mitchell had to check mine out real good, like I'm
doin' you now."

I pulled back a little an' teased his sweet spot. I'd pull almost all the
way out, an' then sink in till I felt him shudder an' moan. A little
further each time. I was amazed at how hot an' tight he was. It was the
most amazing sensation I'd ever felt. Now I knew how Dr. Mitchell and the
coach felt when they did me.

I pulled all the way out an' Sam whimpered. I lined up my cock an' slid it
slowly back in, savoring the hot, tight clamp of his ass enveloping my
throbbin' cock. I teased his asshole, slidin' it just in an' out. Man, was
he tight! I tried not to go to fast cause I knew I'd blow my load if I did.

As gently as I could, I slid all my thick meat up in him 'till I was buried
up to the hilt an my nuts pressed up against the soft flesh of Sam's ass.

"Oh, yeah, Sam. You got it all. That's so good."

"Yeah, Nick. It feels real good. Am I doin' good?"

"Oh, yeah, real good."

I couldn't stand much more. There was a thin sheen of sweat on Sam's
tightly muscled back. I started drillin' Sam a little harder, tellin' him I
had to test his responsiveness like the doctor had said to me. Now Sam was
pushin' back on me to meet my thrusts. Damn he was hot! My big nuts
slappin' his tight ass had me goin' crazy. I was gettin' real close. I
didn't know how much longer I'd be able to hold out.

I told Sam how Dr. Mitchell had helped me release again while he was
checkin' me out an' Sam didn't waste any time scootin' back so's I could
get my hands on his rock hard pecker. I grabbed him an' started jackin' his
thick cock as I was drillin' him. I held him steady with one hand on his
hip while I jerked him with the other.

Now I was fuckin' him hard with long deep strokes. I was goin' for
broke. Sam was moanin' an' groanin' an' I knew he was close too.

"The doctor had to give me an injection to soothe my prostate. Gonna hafta
give you one too.  Gonna get it real soon, Sam."

"You mean...you're gonna..."

Sam couldn't finish. I felt him buck back against me an' his whole body
went stiff. His cock throbbed an' jerked an' I could feel him start to cum.

"Holy..." he cried.

"Yeah, let it go, Sam."

His tight ass clamped down even harder on my thrustin' cock as he shot his
thick load out on the bed. His dick was goin' wild in my hand as he shot
jet after jet of thick come as I took his sweet ass.

"Oh, here it come, Sam. Gonna get your injection soon."

I felt my balls draw up tight as I thrust hard all the way up his ass. My
body shook from my toes to the hairs on my head as my whole body was racked
with orgasm.

"Here it is!" I cried.

My dick throbbed an grew even bigger deep up his ass an' I could feel my
whole body shake as I shot my first load of hot cum up his ass.

"Aw, fuck," I cried.

I held him tight as I kept shooting load after load of cum deep up his
ass. His cock was still spasming in my hand as he continued to shoot. I
couldn't help but drill him as deep as I could go as I kept shooting up his
ass. I could feel Sam start to come down and his ass slowed it's
clamping. It was the hottest feeling in the world, shooting deep up this
hot guy's ass.

Finally my orgasm slowed, an' I slowed down my thrusts. As I shot my last
load of cum, Sam collapsed on the bed. I slowly pulled my cock out of his
ass an' wiped the remaining jizz on his smooth cheeks.

"Hold still, Sam, an' I'll get you cleaned up."

I wiped myself up quickly an' got my pants back up. I wiped off Sam's ass
an' told him to turn over. His stomach was covered in his hot jizz. He
smiled sheepishly at me as I cleaned him up.

"You see, Sam, that's why I couldn't tell you about my exam with
Dr. Mitchell."

"Yeah, I...I guess so."

Sam got up slowly an' started gettin' his clothes together.

He stopped.

"But....  Well, what'd all this hafta do with you bein' in the coach's
office so long."

"Turns out Dr. Mitchell told coach about my exam, an' how I had an
especially sensitive prostate. Coach was concerned that I wasn't in perfect
health so he said I could make the team if he gave me regular exams
himself."

Sam's jaw dropped.

"So he..."

"Yep. Had to check me out himself, right there in his office."

"Oh my..."

"I'll say."

"But did you...did you like it when he did it?"

I had to think for a second. I guessed if he was gonna freak, he'd already
have done it.

"Yeah, I liked it. It feels real cool. Did you like it?"

"Yeah, guess I did. Never shot so hard in my life."

Sam smiled his cute toothy smile, an' I smiled back at him.

"Well, I may hafta give you a regular exam, now that I know you got a
sensitive prostate like mine."

Sam's smile grew. He blushed somethin' fierce.

"Well, I guess so. But, you know, maybe I'll hafta give you an exam
too. You know in between visits to the doctor an' the coach."

I smirked.

"We'll see, Sam."