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Subject: FCP: DREAMING OF YOU (man/boy)
Date: 2 Jun 1995 00:44:51 -0400

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FAN CHA PHAW PRESENTS:

DREAMING OF YOU
A STORY BY THEP


 Fan Cha Phaw proudly presents the following story. 
Readers should be aware that this story contains scenes 
of adult-child sex, in the form of man-boy sexual 
relationships. If this type of story offends you, or your 
community standards, exit now and do not continue 
reading.


Sufficient legal warning has been served at this point to 
insure that you are of legal age, and that you are not 
offended by the subject matter of this story. If you have 
missed any of these warnings, please return to the 
beginning of the file and read them. 


Needless to say, all flames and complaints will be 
ignored.


 PROLOGUE

A child, a dream, a warm summer day. Who knows if it 
was reality or fantasy? Who really cares? In that 
instant a perfect picture of Nirvana was revealed.


 CHAPTER ONE

Having resigned myself to the fact that I would never be 
able to live the life I wished to live, I decided to take off 
and do some camping for a while. When I was younger, 
in my middle to late teens, I use to enjoy camping a 
great deal. Perhaps what it was most that I enjoyed 
about camping was the company which I kept during 
those times.


Starting when I was about 14, I found that sleeping in 
the outdoors could be great fun, especially if it were 
done with the right friends. It was my best friend, 
Jimmy, who came with me for my first camping trip. 
Jimmy and I had been best friends since we were both 
little. We knew almost everything which there was to 
know about each other, which is common in best 
friends.


Jimmy and I had stayed at each others houses overnight 
many times in the past, however, somehow when we 
headed out for that camping trip, we both knew that 
somehow things were different. It was not until we had 
made camp and began to relax, did it hit us what the 
difference was. It was the first real time that we would 
be totally alone during a sleep-over.


In the past, we had always slept inside in one or the 
others room. At Jimmy's, his parents had the habit of 
coming in and out of the room throughout the night to 
check on us. In the beginning it was a little alarming, 
but as time went on, I kind of got use to it. Jimmy's 
parents were the super protective type, but overall, 
they were kind of neat.


When we slept over at my house, there was always my 
little brother who shared a room with me. Although he 
went to bed earlier than we did, he would always wake 
up just when we came in to go to bed, and once awake, it 
was difficult to get him back to sleep.


Neither of us really ever had any privacy alone 
together. On a few occasions Jimmy and I decided to jack 
off when we slept at my house. We didn't dare ever try 
it at his house, least his parents come in during the 
middle of it.


The night that we decided to let each other see us 
jacking ourselves off, my little brother had finally fell 
back to sleep, or so we thought. We talked back and 
forth quietly, both of us obviously horny. Eventually 
Jimmy suggested that we jack ourselves off. I was not 
about to refuse. I was horny, but then again, I was 
always horny back then.


Trying to be as quiet as possible, we slid out of our 
underpants and stroked ourselves a little so that we 
were both hard. Jimmy pulled the covers down a little, 
so that our erections were popping out. If anyone came 
in, or if the little pain woke up, we could pull them 
back up fast.


Even though the room was dark, there was a little light 
coming in from the window. Our eyes had become 
adjusted to the darkness, and so both of us could see the 
others hard-on sticking up from our bodies. I had often 
seen Jimmy naked, and we had seen each other hard, 
but that was mostly when we were little kids, and then 
there was little difference in size from when we were 
soft or hard.


I was amazed to see just how big Jimmy's dick was 
when it was hard. I guess that he was surprised as well, 
because he didn't stop looking at my dick the whole 
time. Eventually I decided that it was time to get on 
with it, and I reached down and started stroking myself. 
It took Jimmy only a few seconds to follow suit.


We both laid there stroking ourselves, however, 
neither of our hearts were really into it. I knew what 
was on my mind, and I wondered if the same thing was 
on Jimmy's. I was trying to think how it would be if we 
jacked each other off. We had never done anything like 
that before, at least I didn't, but I was dying to try. I 
knew that if I would be able to do it with anyone in the 
whole world, it would be Jimmy.


I guess that Jimmy must have been thinking the same 
thing. I slid my leg over a little, letting it touch 
Jimmy's. I was hoping that he would not pull away. He 
didn't. After a while, we began to rub our legs up 
against each other. Message sent and received.


Normally I am the follower in the relationship, 
however, that night I knew what I wanted, and I was not 
about to wait to see if Jimmy would lead us into it. 
Slowly but surely I reached my free hand over, and let 
it rest on Jimmy's leg. When he did not protest, I 
started rubbing it around. A minute or so later Jimmy 
followed suit, and we spent a while rubbing each 
other's legs.


When my hand moved and rubbed over Jimmy's balls, I 
could hear him gasp. I could almost hear his heart 
beating as it thumped wildly in his chest. Jimmy was 
never one to chicken out, and a minute later his hands 
were cupping and rubbing my balls.


I knew that once we were playing with each others 
balls, it was going to happen. We were going to jack 
each other off. Both of us were shy in our new 
explorations, however, I knew my goal was to have my 
best friend's hard-on in my hands. Knowing Jimmy 
like I did, I knew that he would follow suit.


Our hands touched each other's hard-ons almost at the 
same time. I smiled widely at my friend as he looked 
over at me. We both had the same idea, we wanted to 
play with each others dicks. I sighed happily as my 
hand wrapped around Jimmy's erection. He was about 
the same length and width as I was, so it was kind of 
like jacking myself off, but not quite.


Over the years I had thought a lot about Jimmy, and 
about fooling around with him like we were then doing, 
however, I always chickened out bringing it up, least 
he get made and call me queer. I wondered, laying there 
jacking him off, if he would have been receptive to my 
suggestions way back then.


Beginning to really stoke Jimmy's cock, my mind 
snapped back to focus on what was happening. It was 
only then that I concentrated on the feeling of having 
someone else touch and play with my penis. It was the 
first time in my life that anyone had ever touched me 
like that, and I was sure that I liked it.


Actually, when I thought about it, it wasn't really the 
first time that someone touched me down there, but it 
was difficult to decide if that counted. I grew up during 
a time that school children received physical 
examinations yearly. While most of the kids dreaded 
this, I kind of liked it. We would be marched down to 
the nurses office, and in a side room we would be told to 
undress down to our underpants.


We would go through an assembly line of nurses and 
doctors, each who would check one or more parts of us, 
like our weight, heart, ears, and all of that kind of 
stuff. The one doctor which made all of the kids 
shudder, however, and who was always the brunt of the 
kid's jokes, was the doctor who had the job of checking 
each of the boys for a hernia.


That examination was the one which made the kids dread 
the examinations. The kids would go into a little cube 
alone with the doctor. The man would then pull the kid's 
underpants down, take his balls between his fingers, 
tell the kid to turn his head and cough a few times. More 
red faced kids came out of that cube than any other.



THE DREAM PART TWO


 After my third yearly examination I felt like an old 
hand at it. I also began to watch the boys in front of me 
before and after they went into the cube. Some of them 
began to develop noticeable lumps in their underpants 
as the waiting line grew shorter. I noticed that a few 
kids would be in the room longer than the rest. These 
kids would come out with the front of their shorts still 
noticeably tented outwards, and their faces would be 
fiery red.


It was not until I came out of the cube myself, pretty 
much in the same condition as the others has been in, 
that I understood. The old doctor who had been there for 
my previous examinations was not there that day. In 
his place was a much younger doctor, perhaps in his 
thirties. Instead of just pulling my underpants down a 
ways, he pulled them down to my ankles and then told 
me to step out of them. I blushed a little when I realized 
that I was standing before the doctor totally naked.


Little kids are very perceptive, and can often read 
things in adults that other adults seem to miss. The 
young doctor stood there a few minutes looking my 
naked body over from head to toe. He had a slight smile 
on his face as he looked me over. I made no mistake 
about it, the guy liked looking at me naked.


I relaxed a little when he pulled me closer to him and 
took a hold of my balls between his fingers. That was 
something which I was use to. He told me to couch, and 
after a few seconds he released them, and stood there 
with his hands on my hips looking at my genitals.


What I was not use to was when he reached his hand 
back out and cupped my balls in it, lifting them up and 
down a few times. I was certainly not use to it when he 
began to fondle and knead them between his fingers. I 
was sure that I was not use to the fact that my penis 
was beginning to come alive. I could feel my face 
burning beet red as my limp little worm began to fill 
with blood.


The doctor tried to make like it was no big thing, but I 
could see his face, and I could almost read his thoughts. 
He was trying to make me hard. His eyes did not leave 
my penis for a second, until it stood our long and hard 
from my body. Only then did he look up and smile at me.


The doctor told me, in a low voice, that he wanted to 
check me out and make sure that everything was okay, 
and that it was working as it should be. Almost as soon 
as he finished his sentence, his hand reached out and 
began to caress my hard penis.


I gasped and tried to pull away, but he reached his other 
hand around my buttocks and pulled me forward as his 
hand continued to caress me. I felt weak in the knees. 
His fingers began to play up and down my erection, 
producing feelings which I had never had before.


I almost fainted dead away when he began jacking me 
off. Like any kid my age, I had learned about jacking 
off, and practiced it every chance I got. I guess that I 
had never really spent much time at it, however, 
because it never felt as good as it did when the doctor 
did it to me.


In a matter of minutes his hand was flying up and down 
my erection, and my knees were beginning to give out 
for sure. He cupped his hand around my buttocks and 
supported me as he continued to bring me closer and 
closer to orgasm.


I came a few seconds later with a loud little yelp. The 
doctor jumped when I made such a loud sound, and he 
quickly looked towards the locked door. I could see the 
concern on his face that someone may have heard me, 
and so this silenced the few yelps which were still in 
me.


The man continued to play with my penis, until it 
became sore, and I pushed his hand away. I thought that 
I was through and turned to get my underpants, but he 
grabbed me and told me that he had to check one more 
thing. Lifting me up, he turned me over and laid me 
over his lap, like he was going to give me a spanking. I 
was a little afraid at first that he was going to do just 
that because I had gotten hard when he was examining 
me.


I sighed with relief, however, when he did not spank 
me. He began to run both hands over my buttocks, 
rubbing and squeezing them. After doing this a few 
minutes, he grabbed one buttock in each hand and pulled 
them apart. I knew that he was looking at my butt hole, 
which made me blush even more. I hoped that I was 
clean there.


The man rearranged me into a "funny" position, and 
told me that he was going to examine my backside to 
make sure that everything was okay there. He sprawled 
me out on my stomach with my legs towards his body, 
and with my head hanging out over the floor.


Once he had me positioned, he pulled my legs as wide 
apart as possible, and told me to stay in that position. I 
felt his fingers as they began to run around and over 
my hole. I thought that it was the dirtiest thing that 
someone could ever do.


After fiddling with my butt for a few minutes the doctor 
said that he was going to check to see if everything on 
the inside was okay. I heard him fumbling with 
something, and a second later I felt something cold and 
wet on my hole. He was rubbing something onto my butt 
hole. 


He seemed to be rubbing the stuff on his finger as well, 
that much I could see from my vantage point. A minute 
or so later my body raised up off his lap, when I felt 
his finger beginning to probe at my hole. I couldn't 
believe that he was about to stick his finger in my butt. 
He told me to lay still, his voice cracked as he was 
saying it. 


Holding my butt down with one hand, he pressed 
forward with his finger, and I felt it penetrate my 
rectum. At first it hurt like hell, but when I cried out, 
he pulled out and coated himself with more of the wet 
stuff. 


He went back inside of me again, this time a little 
slower and easier. I must have been able to relax 
myself, because a minute or so later I could feel his 
hand up against my butt. I was surprised that he had his 
whole finger inside of me.


In that same cracking voice, he told me to lay still 
while he checked to make sure that everything was okay 
in there. I could feel him wiggle his finger around. 
When he began to pull his finger out, I relaxed a little, 
thinking that it was all over. I shuddered, however, 
when he pushed it back in again, and then slowly pulled 
it out.


After doing that a few more times I must have loosened 
up, because all I remember was that his finger was 
sliding really fast in and out of my butt. I didn't know 
anything about sex at that age, and so I did not know that 
he was not checking me medically, but that he was 
finger fucking me. My dick responded under me, and 
within seconds I was as hard as a rock. 


I came long and hard with his finger buried deep in my 
butt. He must have sensed that I was cumming, and at 
just the right minute he pushed his finger in as far as 
it would go, and he held it there as my body spasmed in 
orgasm.


The doctor, after looking at my butt for a few more 
minutes, pulled me up from his lap, wiped my butt off, 
and helped me into my underpants, telling me that 
everything seemed to be okay, and that I was a normal, 
healthy boy.



 THE DREAM PART THREE

I smiled to myself, seeing that the doctor's face was 
almost as red as mine. When I looked down into his lap, 
I saw a wet spot on the front of his pants. I wanted to 
laugh and tell him that he peed his pants, but I decided 
not to.


 CHAPTER TWO


I had almost forgotten the experience with the doctor, 
when about a week later I was called to the nurses 
office, along with about four other boys. We all sat out 
in front of the office for a while, wondering why we had 
been called there.


The nurse came out and told us that during our 
examination one or more of the doctors had made notes 
to recheck a few things, and that the doctor was there so 
that he could look us back over. Almost as soon as the 
nurse left, there were four boys squirming around on 
the bench. The other three boys had a look of panic on 
their faces. I wondered if they had experienced the same 
kind of exam that I had, and if it were "that" doctor who 
was going to examine us.


About five minutes later the nurse came back out and 
told us to come with her. She led us into a small room 
and told us to undress. We started to take our clothes 
off, each of us carefully avoiding looking at each other. 
All of us were asking ourselves the same question. Was 
it him?


When the nurse came back a few minutes later, 
carrying some boy-sized hospital gowns, and announced 
that we were to take our underpants off as well, and 
dress in the gowns, our faces dropped even more. For 
the first time we looked at each other, wondering what 
torture we were in for.


I have to admit that as we took off our underpants, my 
eyes wandered over the bodies of the other three boys. I 
noticed a few things right off the bat. All three of the 
boys were really cute. Looking in the mirror at home, I 
thought that I was kind of cute as well, and so I made a 
point in noting that none of us were ugly or fat.


The second thing which I noticed was that all three of 
the boys had nice size penises. I knew from showering 
after gym, that my penis was larger than a lot of the 
other kids my age, and so I made my second note that we 
all had big dicks.


As we walked over to the bench in corner of the room to 
sit down, I hung back a little, which was when I made 
my third observation. All three boys had very nice 
butts. They were the round little bubble butts 
prominent on boys, and I knew that they were as soft as 
they looked. I figured that I must also have a nice butt 
like they did, which led me to my final conclusion. It 
was "that" doctor, for sure.


The nurse reappeared, which made all of us jump. She 
laughed a little and told us to relax. She called out the 
name of the first boy. He got up from the bench, his 
knees shaking, and looked over at us as he headed off 
towards the attached office. 


I kind of sighed in relief when I noticed that the nurse 
also went into the room. I tenses back up, however, 
when a minute or so later she came walking back out of 
the door, smiled at us, and headed back to her office.


The door to the office where the boy had went was one of 
the old ones with a skeleton key lock. I wanted badly to 
go over and look through the keyhole, however, I was a 
little shy because of the other boys there.


Five or so minutes went bye without a sound, until 
there was the unmistakable sound of a boy gagging and 
choking. That only lasted a minute or so, but the blood 
drained out of the face of one of the boys sitting there. A 
minute or so later we heard the sound of the boy 
spitting something out of his mouth which obviously did 
not taste good. The boy who looked as if he were going to 
pass out looked even worse.


It was silent for a while longer, with the exception of 
some sound which I could not really make out. It 
sounded kind of wet and squishy, almost a slurping 
sound. When I looked over to the youngest of us, I saw a 
little smile on his face, and noticed that the front of his 
gown was tented a little. The low moan of the boy inside 
the room, a few minutes later, did nothing to comfort 
any of us.


When the boy inside the room gasped and squealed a 
little louder than before, I was tempted to get up and 
look regardless of the kids beside me. There was a kind 
of wet slapping sound coming from the room, and the 
boy who had drained to the point that he was looking 
like a ghost started to cry. I felt sorry for the boy, and 
moved closer to him and put my arm on his shoulder. 
He looked at me for a minute, wondering what I was up 
to, but when I told him that it would be all right, he 
said that he didn't want to go in there.


A few minutes later the nurse appeared, and she went 
into the office. She came back out with the boy. He 
didn't look like he had been hurt, but he was red faced, 
and avoided looking at any of us. The nurse took him and 
his clothes into her office, and then came back a few 
minutes later, and told the boy who had been crying 
that he was next.


The boy looked as if he were going to run, but the nurse 
took a hold of his shoulder and led him through the door. 
Almost as soon as the door closed and the nurse went 
back to her office, we could hear the boy crying. The 
doctor could be heard talking to him softly, trying to 
calm him. Things went quiet after a while, except for 
that slurping sound.


I turned to look at the last of the three boys. He was 
sitting on the bench with the same smile on his face. 
His legs were spread out, and he had his hand under his 
gown, obviously playing with his dick. I could not turn 
away, as much as I wanted to. I could see his hand 
moving up and down under the cloth.


The boy was about seven. Me and the others were all 
eight and nine. I had noticed when the younger boy had 
undressed that he was about as well hung as we were, 
which was surprising because he was much smaller 
than us.


It was my turn to turn bright red when the boy smiled 
widely at me, looked towards the nurses office briefly, 
and then pulled the front of his gown up to expose 
himself to me. As I suspected, he was totally hard, and 
as I also expected, he was playing with himself. Right 
there with me watching, he continued to rub his hard-
on up and down, smiling all the while.


I am not sure how long he did that, because I was lost in 
watching him do that to himself. I heard a sudden noise, 
and the boy just managed to pull his gown back down 
and sit down as the nurse opened the door. I am sure 
that she saw what he was doing, but she did not say 
anything. She walked into the office, retrieved the 
second boy and came out with him.


The boy did not look upset any longer, nor was he 
crying. He seemed to be relieved. I realized as he 
walked into the nurse's office, that he had not been in 
the room long. Perhaps he didn't have to have the full 
examination, I thought to myself.


The nurse came back and told the little boy that it was 
his turn. He jumped up smiling and followed her into 
the room. I was a little surprised that the little boy did 
not seem the least bit upset at having to see the doctor.


When the nurse came out a few minutes later, smiled at 
me, and then went to her office, my mind began to race. 
I was now alone in the room, and the nurse was gone. If 
she followed her usual plan, she would stay away until 
the doctor called her, which must have been the case 
with the others.


I could sneak up to the door and look through the 
keyhole. If I could see anything, I would know when the 
doctor was through with the little boy, and I could go 
back to the bench. I waited a few seconds longer and 
then unable to hold off anymore, I went to the door.


THE DREAM PART FOUR

 CHAPTER THREE

I was happy that I could see clearly into the room. 
Almost at once I focused on the scene. The little boy was 
out of his gown and was standing on a chair in front of 
the doctor naked. He was still hard, but the doctor did 
not seem to mind that. 


I watched as the doctor ran his hands up and down the 
boy's body. He would stop now and then to take the boy's 
nipples between his fingers, checking them, I guess. 
Soon the doctor was checking out the boy's genitals, 
running his hand over the boy's erection and testicles 
like he had done to me.


The doctor moved so that his back was to me, and then 
he leaned forward, bringing his head close to the boy's. 
He must have been looking into his mouth and eyes and 
stuff, because he stayed there with his face near the 
boy's for a while. His head would turn one way and then 
the other as he examined the boy.


When the doctor pulled away from the boy, the kid still 
had a big smile on his face, and a hard penis between 
his legs. The kid wiped his mouth on the back of his 
hand briefly, and then continued his smiling.


The doctor moved back in front of the kid again, and 
then moved his head down to the kid's chest. Once again 
his head moved around in all angles. I decided that he 
must be examining the kid's nipples and heart.


A few minutes later the doctor's head moved down to the 
boy's stomach, and he continued examining him. The 
doctor got down onto his knees in front of the kid on the 
chair, and moved his head up close to his genitals. I was 
surprised to see that the boy put his hands on the top of 
the doctor's head while he was examining him.


At the time I was nine and naive. I did not know what I 
was seeing, partially because of the angle of my view, 
and partially because I had no idea that men and boy 
could do those things. Everything that I was witnessing, 
I related to a doctor doing his examination.


The doctor's head stayed down near the boy's genitals 
for quite some time. The little boy, all the while 
smiled, ran his fingers through the doctor's hair, and 
bounced his hips back and forth. I decided that it must 
have been difficult for the doctor to examine him if he 
was doing that. I half remember hearing that slurping 
noise again as this was taking place, but it did not dawn 
on me what was really happening.


When some five minutes later the doctor stood up and 
away from the boy, I noticed that the kid no longer had 
his hard-on. I did notice that his dick was kind of 
shinning like it was wet, and so I assumed that he had 
peed a little while the doctor was checking him. I 
remember how it felt when the doctor was rubbing on 
my dick. I felt as if I had to pee as well, but I didn't. I 
figured that the little kid couldn't help it, and he peed.


I watched as the doctor sat the little boy down onto the 
chair. He lowered his head again near the boy's face, 
and stayed there for a minute or so. He then stood up in 
front of the boy, and seemed to be fumbling with 
something. 


A minute or so later, he reached around the front of 
him, seemingly holding onto the boy. This was the only 
thing which I could not figure out. I thought at first that 
the doctor was checking his ears and stuff, but I 
couldn't decide why he was rocking back and forth as he 
doing it.


I heard that slurping sound once again, this time 
coming from the little kid. I was dying to see better to 
see how that sound was being made, but not matter 
which position I got into, I could not see. Just when it 
was about to dawn on me what it could possibly be, the 
doctor stopped moving, and stood very still.


I thought that I had made a noise and that he had heard 
me, and so I hurried back to the bench. It took about a 
minute before I gained my courage back to go look again. 
If I had stayed I would have probably saw it all, which 
would have ended my guessing and educated me a great 
deal.


The little boy sucking the doctor was no novice to 
servicing large dicks. He had four older brothers who 
had no problem with him practicing on them, and those 
brothers had friends, and those friends had friends, and 
so on. The little boy had also had the occasion, several 
times, to run into a boy-loving adult while out in the 
park, or while at the local youth club, and he dutifully 
drained them of their cum.


The doctor knew that the little boy was hot the first 
time that he had examined him, but he was not sure 
just how hot he was until the kid had drained him in 
less than five minutes, deep throating him better than 
most older boys did.


After the man had stiffened, he took hold of the boy's 
head, and led him off the chair. He turned the boy 
sideways, which would have given me a better look if I 
had been there. Once in that position, the man thrust 
himself in and out of the boy's throat three or four 
times, filling the kid's stomach with his cum. By the 
time that I got back to the door, the doctor had zipped 
his pants back up, and the little boy was licking 
something thick and white off his lips and chin.


CHAPTER FOUR


The man sat down onto the chair and pulled the little 
boy onto his lap. He sat there fondling the boy for a 
while, rubbing his face into the boy's hair. I smiled 
thinking how nice the doctor was to make sure that the 
little boy was calm by taking him into his lap. I 
watched wondering if the man would do the same thing 
to me.


The doctor must have figured that the boy was calm 
enough for the examination to continue. As he picked the 
boy up, I noticed that the kid was rock hard again. I 
laughed to myself thinking that the kid was probably 
always hard.


There was an examination table straight off in the 
room, and the man carried the boy over to the table and 
laid him down on his stomach on the end of the table, so 
that his legs were hanging off a little. The doctor began 
rubbing the boy's bottom with both hands, and then 
parted his cheeks to look at the kid's little hole.


I was able to see pretty good, and could see the kid's 
hole clearly when the man spread his cheeks. I was 
hoping that my view would last, but that was not to be. 
The doctor moved the kid a little further up onto the 
table, and then repositioned himself so that most of the 
boy's body was blocked. 


The doctor then lowered his head again, and began his 
examination of the boy's bottom. I decided that it must 
need close work, because the man's head was really up 
close to the boy's butt. I laughed, hoping that the boy 
was clean back there, and wondering if he would fart 
while the doctor's face was so close.


Once again the doctor's head moved around in various 
directions as he examined the boy's hole. This went on 
for a while, and then the doctor moved away and reached 
for something. As soon as he took the cap off it, I knew 
what it was. It was the stuff that he put on your butt 
and his finger when he checked your hole out. I smiled 
with this knowledge, thinking how clever I was.


I was getting excited when the doctor returned to the 
boy with the cream in his hand. He was standing off a 
bit, and so I could see as he squeezed some of it out onto 
the boy's hole. I watched as the man worked it around 
and into the boy's bottom. I could feel my dick begin to 
rise as I thought that at least I would get to see the 
doctor running his finger in and out of the kid's butt. It 
had felt kind of good after I had gotten use to it, and half 
of me was looking forward to it again.


My luck was no good at all that day, because after the 
doctor had rubbed the cream into the kid's backside, he 
moved back into the way. I knew what he was doing. He 
was rubbing some of it on his finger as well so that he 
could put it inside of the kid.


It looked a little funny the way that the doctor was 
putting it on his finger, but I did not have the vantage 
point to really see what he was doing. Finally he must 
have been ready, because he moved forward a little 
towards the boy and I could figure that he was trying to 
get into the kid's butt. What I didn't know at the time 
was what he was using.


THE DREAM

PART FIVE

There was a little yelp out of the kid, and I watched him 
jump a bit, but the doctor held him down as he had down 
to me, and he leaned a little farther forward. I decided 
that he must already have his finger in the kid.


For the next several minutes I watched the doctor move 
towards, away, and then towards the boy again. I 
figured that he must be sliding his finger in and out 
faster now. I smiled watching the man's body moving 
like that, wondering if he had moved like that when he 
was doing it to my butt too.


The man suddenly pushed hard against the boy three or 
four times, and then stopped. He lifted his head up in 
the air, looking at the ceiling. He looked back down at 
the boy and then pushed up against him a few more 
times. I guessed that the kid had gotten off like I had 
done when he had his finger inside of me.


The man moved back away from the boy, and there was 
a pretty loud "pop." He moved out of sight for a minute 
or two. The boy continued to lay on the table, his legs 
spread wide. I could see, from my vantage point, his 
hole. It was almost like it was winking. I could see the 
cream all around the hole. I was a little surprised when 
after a few more winks a little white stuff seeped out 
from the hole and ran down his legs. I did not remember 
having that happen to me.


The doctor came back into sight, and I watched as he 
wiped the boy's bottom off with a towel, holding it up 
against the boy's for a few minutes. He rolled the boy 
over onto his back and then reached down for him. The 
little boy held out his arms and wrapped them around 
the doctor's neck as the man lifted him off the table.


I smiled when the boy kissed the doctor on the lips. The 
doctor kissed the boy back a few times, and then stood 
him on the floor and began pulling his hospital gown 
back onto him. I hurried back over to the bench, 
knowing that the nurse would be coming in any minute.


Sure enough not a minute after I sat down she walked 
into the room, smiled at me and walked into the doctor's 
office. Minutes passed and the nurse did not come back 
out. I was going to get up and look, but I was afraid to 
get caught.


When I caught the sound of slurping again, I could not 
resist, and I went over to the door and looked, ready to 
run if I had to. The doctor was on the side of the table, 
the boy was laying back, his penis hard again, and the 
nurse was examining it.


The doctor moved around the other side of the table and 
the nurse bent down to examine the boy's penis for 
herself. I watched as her head moved around like the 
doctor's had done for a few minutes. When the nurse 
stood up again, I retreated to my seat. She did not 
appear for about five more minutes, but I was too 
scared to go back to the door.


If I had been braver and stayed there, what I would have 
seen was the nurse positioning the bit so that he was up 
on his hands and knees on the table, his buttocks 
pointing out. I would have been able to watch, without 
obstruction, while she licked and rimmed the little 
boy's bottom, sucking the doctor's cum out of him.


Finally the door opened, and the nurse and little boy 
appeared. The boy smiled at me widely, and I noticed 
that his gown was still as tented out as it had been when 
he went into the room. I sat patiently waiting for the 
nurse to lead me into the room.


CHAPTER FIVE


It wasn't the nurse who come for me, but the doctor 
himself. He came out, smiled at me, and told me to come 
in. When he closed the door he turned the lock on it, 
telling me that he did not want anyone to walk in on me 
while I was naked. With that he proceeded to take my 
gown off from me.


He had the same smile on his face as he did the first 
time as he looked my naked body over. He took hold of 
my shoulder and had me turn around, as he took his 
time gazing at my backside as well.


I looked over at the table on which the little boy had 
been examined. I noticed that it was different now than 
it had been before. There was a small half round screen 
which seemed to go around the table now. I wondered 
what that was for.


The doctor told me to sit down in the chair, and he began 
to talk to me. He told me that he wanted to re-examine 
me again, because the other doctors had screwed up 
their notes, and he was not sure which were mine and 
which were for the other boys. He told me that he was 
going to give me a full examination, but I need not be 
worried because there would be no needles or anything 
else that would hurt.


I was kind of happy that he was talking to me like that. 
He was a really nice guy I thought. All the time that he 
was talking to me, his was rubbing my hair or 
shoulders, making sure that I was not scared.


 END PART FIVE


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