Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2006 13:05:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Medical Exams - Chapter 2
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Medical Exams for Josh and his Brothers - Chapter 2
by Dennis B.
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
June 1, 2006
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MEDICAL EXAMS FOR JOSH AND HIS BROTHERS
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Joshua Deller - 16
Eric Deller - 17
Mark Deller - 14
Edward Deller - 35
Samantha Deller - 34
Dr. Carl Richards - 28
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"Are you okay, Josh?"
I couldn't talk right away. I never came so hard.
"Yeah . . . but I feel so full," I said, so out of breath I
could hardly talk. "Whatever you put in me is big. It feels
huge."
"No pain?"
"No." I felt like I was coming out of a daze.
"What does it feel like when I do this?" He pulled the
thing part way out of my butt, then slid it back in.
"Yeah! Do it again."
I turned to look, and a paddle in the corner of the room
caught my eye. I wondered what that was doing in a doctor's
office.
"Then you're ready, boy. You're ready."
"I am?"
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CHAPTER 2
"Yes. We need to do one more thing. Let me help you scoot
over to the edge of the table."
"Okay." Carl turned me so my back was to him and slid me
right to the edge of the table. My butt was partly hanging off,
but he held me so I couldn't fall.
"All right. Good Josh. Now lean forward toward the middle of
the table and you won't feel so off balance."
"Okay." Carl was standing right behind me. I could feel his
chest on my shoulders.
"Are you comfortable, Josh?"
"Yeah, fine."
"Very good. Now tell me if anything feels unusual or painful.
Don't wait, tell me right away. Can you do that for me?"
"Sure." Carl's voice sounded so warm and sweet. He held me
at my ribs, and even his hands were warm.
"All right, Josh. I'm going to insert the last instrument."
"Okay."
I felt pressure on my butt, and it got a little stronger, but
than nothing. Whatever he put in me wasn't cold like the other
stuff. I just had this nice feeling and waited.
"How does it f-feel Josh?"
"Really nice. Warm. Not much to feel though. Am I--I mean,
there's nothing wrong with me is there? Am I okay?"
"Oh, y-yes, Josh. You're f-fine. Tell me if you feel motion
now. Okay?"
"Yep. I feel . . . the pressure's changing--you're moving it
in and out real slow I think."
"Right. V-very good, Josh. I need to know the length of
t-time you feel okay with this. Here's my wristwatch. Just start
timing from right now. Then let me know when you feel
uncomfortable back here."
"Okay." After about a minute Carl asked how it felt.
"Much better now. But . . . I feel like I gotta come again.
Almost as bad as before."
"Very, v-very good, Josh. You m-might feel empty for just a
moment. Just hang in there."
Boy, he was right. It felt awful. The thing was gone and I
wanted it back. Then Carl handed me some headphones.
He put the thing back in and it felt so good.
"How did that feel, Josh?"
"Real good. I didn't like when it was gone. Feels much
better now."
"That's very good, Josh," Carl said, hugging me from behind.
"Josh--can you still time this and listen to music?"
"Sure."
"Put the headphones on Josh. If you feel any pain or anything
bad, take off the headphones and let me know."
"Okay." I put the headphones on. The music was loud. I
didn't recognize it but I liked it.
I felt this thing move faster, but it still felt good. Then
it was going deeper and I felt myself bouncing up and down with
the pressure of it. I started to go faster and I felt so good!
He pushed it slow but really hard like six or seven times and
I felt a lot more pressure for a few.
He stopped moving it and I felt his chest really heavy on my
back. He took the headphones off me.
"It felt so good. What was that?"
"That's . . . uh, so good . . . to hear Josh."
"Cool." Carl sounded out of breath. And his chest was
sweaty. I got a little worried. "Is . . . everything okay?"
"Oh, yes, Josh! You're the best! I mean, everything is
perfect back here."
"Oh, good."
"You had some loose nerve endings that caused your
sensitivity. The stretching I just did for you should press all
the nerves back into place."
"Cool!"
"You didn't feel any pain?"
"Nope. Felt really good."
I heard some rustling but felt so good, I just sat there,
staring at the wall.
"All right. You did so well with that treatment, I'd say you
took it better than anyone else."
"Wow--I'm glad to hear that!" I felt proud of myself.
"We probably need to do a series of these treatments, so I'm
going to schedule you for day after tomorrow, right after your
brother's appointment.
"Cool. Which one?"
"Mark. He's the fourteen year old, right?"
"Yep."
"Okay, Josh."
"What about the team?"
"Oh you passed that physical with no problem. I'll let you
know when you can meet the other players. I'll measure you for
your uniform when you come in, Wednesday."
"Yeah! Sounds great!" I couldn't wait to start playing
soccer. "What's the team's name again?"
"Ford's Creek Spearheads."
"Cool name!"
"Okay, Josh. Why don't you get dressed and go out to the
waiting room while I clean up here. Then send your dad in."
"Okay."
"Here, let me clean you up first. There's lots of . . . gel
back there."
Carl got some soft paper wiper things and started cleaning me
up. It felt so good when the wiper slid on my butt hole.
"Oh! Feels sensitive back there. And, um . . . I'm so horny
again."
Carl looked over my shoulder and saw Josh junior sitting up
hard as ever.
"Yes, I see. I can't help you out right now--it's VERY
important that you don't come for the next HALF HOUR. Will that
be a problem?"
"Oh! Well, um--I gotta come real bad, but--I guess I can put
it off for a half hour."
"Good. And I need to get a urine sample from you. Can you go
with your penis hard?"
"Yeah--I think so."
Carl took another of those bent cup things and left me alone
to pee. It took a while but I finally got going and almost filled
the thing to the top. I held on to it so it wouldn't spill. Carl
came back about five minutes later.
"Wow, Josh. Looks like you really had to go." He had this
nice smile.
"Yeah," I said, blushing. "I guess it was that stuff."
"You have a whole team's worth of samples here. I'll take
that now. I see you're still very erect."
"Yeah." Now I was really blushing.
"Don't worry about it. Why don't you sit here a while and try
to relax. I'll come back in to check on you in a few minutes.
Now don't touch your penis--that would only make the wait more
difficult."
"Okay." I tried to think of things that would make me soft,
but nothing worked. Before I knew it, Carl was back.
"Josh, you're the man!"
"Huh?"
"Your . . . little friend is going to break the world's record
for the longest time staying erect."
"Oh. Is that okay?"
"Sure. It's normal after extensive anal treatment. But I'm
worried you might have an orgasm before the thirty minutes is up.
I think it's best if I monitor you until the time is up."
"Oh. But I'm okay, right?"
"Yes, you are, Josh. I just want to be certain you don't do
something that would hurt you. So, I talked with your dad and
told him to go on, that we needed to do more tests and I'd take
you home. I go near your neighborhood to get home, anyway."
"Oh, cool!" I heard footsteps outside the treatment room
door.
"Bye, Joshua," I heard my dad say through the door. "See you
at home."
"Okay," I yelled. "Bye dad."
"He really loves you, Josh."
"Yeah," I said, blushing again.
"You are very special, you know," Carl said, taking my hand
and looking at me.
I thought that sounded weird for a second, then it seemed so
natural. My head felt a little funny, but a good funny.
"Yeah, I think you are too, Carl." It was like I knew it was
what I wanted to say, but it still sounded strange that I said it.
Carl squeezed my hand. He had the nicest smile.
That's when I hugged him again. It just felt so good. And he
hugged me back. We just stayed like that for a while.
"Oh--I'm gonna come if we don't . . . "
"Don't worry, Josh. I have the answer for that."
"Okay."
He got me to my feet, had me face the edge of the table and
bend over it. It felt really good to be naked for some reason.
"Josh, does your dad spank you?"
"Spank me? Um, well . . . sometimes."
"Really hard, or with something besides his hand?"
"Well," I said, blushing really bad, "a ping-pong paddle,
sometimes."
"All right. This may seem strange to you, but I'm going to
spank you now."
"You are?"
"Yes, if I have your permission. I'm going to use a paddle,
but its heavier than a ping-pong paddle."
"Um . . . will it hurt?"
"Yes, there will be some pain. Not extreme, but you'll feel
it."
"Okay, but . . . why?"
"The pain will help your erection go down, and the impact will
help tighten you up back there--compensate for the loosening I did
today."
"Oh! You mean I would've stayed . . . loose?"
"No. You'd tighten up naturally, but it would take longer."
"Okay."
"Good," he said, reaching for the paddle I saw earlier. "Let
me know if the pain's too much or if I should stop."
"Okay, hurry. I feel like I'm gonna come."
"Grab the straps at the end of the table and hold on, Josh."
"Okay," I said, a little nervous.
"I'll start soft and hit harder as I go. Say anything you
want, shout, cuss--but when you say, 'Stop,' I'll stop. Ready?"
"Yeah."
WHACCKK! "Ah!"
WHAACCKKK! "Ow!"
WWHHHAAPPPPP! "Ow. Ooo!"
CRAACCCKKK! "Ooo. Ow, OW!"
CCRRAACCCCKKKK! "AH!"
"Josh--those last few were very hard! And you took them so
well. Didn't you feel a lot of pain?"
"No. But I'm glad you stopped. It's making it worse."
"Worse? Explain it to me, Josh."
"I feel like I'm really gonna come! There's something wrong
with me, isn't there?! I'm not feeling the things you think I
should feel!"
I started to cry and that made me more embarrassed than ever.
I liked Carl and I hated that he would see me like this. I was
scared.
"No, that's not true, Josh," Carl said, putting the paddle
down and hugging me. "I promise it isn't. You're a good
sensitive boy and you had a lot of stimulation today."
I looked up and saw the worry in his face. I could tell he
was telling me the truth. He was worried about my feelings. His
eyes--the way he looked at me--I got all warm inside.
He leaned his head down the same time I did. And, it was so
natural, so right, we just pushed our faces together, and I was
kissing him. Carl kissed back. It was all very gentle and soft,
and it felt so good. I wasn't crying any more.
"W-was that okay?" I said.
"That was very okay, Josh."
"I feel better now."
"I care about you very much, Joshua. That's why it's okay."
"Yeah. I kinda care about you, too. Weird, huh?"
"No, not at all. You're just a lot of fun to be with. And
you're very smart. Strong, too! So we have a lot in common, not
just our feelings. It makes for close friends. That's what we
are, Josh--close friends that care."
"Yeah. It even feels good to hear you say that."
"Maybe your parents might not understand, but . . . we know."
"Yeah, they wouldn't understand and I wouldn't say anything.
But, um--yeah I know. Besides, you're my coach now!"
I had this big grin. I could feel it. Then it hit me that
Carl was dressed and I didn't remember him putting clothes back
on. I guess I was out of it for a while. Everything was so
intense.
"My, God!" he said.
"What?"
"Your pre cum has been flowing Josh. The table's all wet!"
Carl smiled when he said it, so I knew it was okay.
"The look on your face," I said, feeling a lot of confidence
with him now, "it's like you're proud of me." I smiled.
"Yes! I am! You're . . . pure physical perfection."
"I'm really, really horny. I still feel like I'm gonna come."
"Wow. Usually the paddle works to make that feeling go away.
What *did* you feel when I paddled your cute little butt?"
"You think my butt's cute?"
"Yes," he said, like it was everyday stuff.
"Oh. Is there anything you can do to . . . help me?"
"Unfortunately, there's still twenty minutes left before you
can come. Try to tell me exactly what made you feel aroused while
I paddled you."
"Well . . . it didn't hurt that much, and . . . it sorta
vibrated everything--down there. That made it feel good in . . .
you know."
"No, please tell me, Josh. We can both learn from this."
"Okay," I said, feeling really important now--that I could
maybe say something that would help him. "My balls were bouncing
and that felt good, but my dick bounced too, and the two things
together--that . . . made me real horny."
"Wow. I think I understand that. You said it didn't hurt
that much. What if the pain had been more intense? Do you think
that could have made you lose the urge to come?"
"Yeah. It has to work that way. I . . . I'd be busy with the
pain and . . . the other wouldn't matter. I guess."
"No, it's not a guess. I think you have something here. The
greater pain might overpower the sensual neurons. If so, your
body would relax its sexual tension. Would you like to test your
theory? The Joshua Deller Neural Compensation Phenomenon?"
"The WHO?" I said, laughing. This made Carl laugh, too.
"Well, the name's not important right now, except that your
name should go with the theory if it proves true."
"O-okay, let's try it. I hope I can sit down when you're
done!" That made us laugh more.
"Well, Josh Deller, if you can take that much pain, I'll
personally rub pain medication into your butt--all night long if
necessary."
"Ah, did you have to say that? Josh junior is throbbin.'"
"Oh, that's his name, eh?" Carl said, wrapping his hand around
my dick.
"Yep."
"All right," he said, letting go of my dick and picking up the
paddle again. "Josh, this will be a lot of pain. I don't know
how hard to swing the paddle, and I won't know if it's too much
for you unless you shout, 'Stop.' You understand?"
"Yep. No problem. I can take a lot of pain."
"All right Josh. I'll start a few levels above where we left
off. You can yell, shout, scream, if you think that helps you to
endure it. Don't hold back, you need to let off steam. And I
won't mind a bit. It will tell me that you can still talk."
"Okay," I said, laughing. I bent over the table again.
SMMMAAAACCCCKKKKKKKK! "Ow!"
SMMMMAAAACCCCKKKKKKKKKKK! "Ah! OW!"
WWWWHHHHAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKKK! "Ooo! Ooo!"
"Josh--I'm afraid to do any more. These are massive whacks
you're taking."
"No, no. It's working!"
Carl was sweating, and I could tell he was worried, but I told
him I needed it, and he gave me five more like that. It hurt bad,
but I could take it. And Josh junior was almost totally soft when
he was done.
We were both happy about that. Then Carl said we better do
the other tests.
"We need to do the steel rod again. Actually, there's a
series of them. I'll try to do at least the next three. I was
glad the first one didn't bother you."
"What is that supposed to do, Carl? It stung a little at
first, but it felt good and made me horny last time."
"First off, the rods make sure your urethra is clear--that's
the tube where urine or flows to escape from the body. The other
thing the rods do is provide a mild sexual stimulation. If it's
even mildly arousing--once the sting goes away--then the sexual
part of your nervous system is functioning properly."
"Oh, I get it!"
"Actually," he said, looking at his watch, "this is the only
test we'll have time for. I'll have to take you home right after
that. I have an appointment. I'll be free after that--a little
later this evening."
"Oh, okay," I said, disappointed. I thought if the rods made
me horny, Carl could help me out with Josh junior. Now, I'll be
on my own, and probably go home with a boner.
"I know," he said, reading my face. "we'll have more time
Wednesday."
"Okay." And he brought out a tray of those rods.
"They're all sterilized. This time, no numbing. You'll have
to bite the bullet until the sting goes away."
I nodded. Already, Josh junior was on the way up. I watched
Carl lube up the second rod. The first one wasn't sterile
anymore.
"You see," he said, taking the end of the rod and putting it
in maybe just a quarter inch. "It's like a little penis going
inside YOUR penis. It's having fun." And he jabbed it in and out
just that little distance.
"Um, yeah!" I said, laughing at that idea. "It does sorta
look like it's fucking me. OH! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to use
that word!"
"It's okay Josh. We're friends now. I don't mind, and I'm
not going to tell anyone."
"Me, either," I said, giggling. "It does sorta look like
that, though."
"Okay, it's going to sting now," he said, pushing the rod in.
"Ahh! Yeah. Why does it do that?"
"Sting? Even though the gel is pH controlled, everyone's pH
is a little different. The tissues inside the urethra are so
sensitive, even a little error in the pH match causes a sting."
"Yeah--pH--that's like acid and base stuff, right?"
"Right! I knew you'd know that. I'm going to push it in, the
rest of the way."
"Ahh! AHH!"
"Good boy. Good boy. Worst part is over now."
It only took a minute for the sting to go away.
"Okay--it doesn't sting now."
"Excellent. You take pain very well. Oops. There it goes."
"Oh, yeah, I'm getting hard again."
"Wonderful," Carl said, pushing and pulling on the rod slowly.
"Feels really good."
"I can tell, Josh, your penis is stiff as can be now."
Then he pushed and pulled faster, making my dick feel really
good. He slowed down, going real deep each time.
"Oh, God! I really need to come now! Can I jerk off?"
"Well," he said, looking at his watch, "I'm afraid not. I'm
so sorry Josh. But you can come as soon as you get home."
"Okay."
I finally got dressed and we locked up the office together. I
used my old trick of lowering my briefs and putting the elastic
right over my dick so it wouldn't stick out. Pretty soon we were
on our way. I couldn't wait to get home.
When we got to my driveway, we said good-bye real quick, and I
ran into the house. Mark and I shared a room, so if he was home,
I wouldn't get to jerk off on my bed like I wanted.
I said hi to mom and dad, answered all of dad's questions, and
headed for my room. Mark was there.
"Hey, Mark."
"Hi, Josh. You were at the doctor's a long time."
"Yeah--I took the physical for the Soccer team and passed it."
"Cool! So, the doctor is the coach?"
"Yeah, you guessed it, Mark. He's a cool guy."
Without thinking, I started to undress. I needed to get out
of my good pants. As soon as my pants were to my knees and I saw
Mark staring, I knew I'd made a mistake. Mark's jaw dropped.
"Yeah," I said. "I'm horny. Um--you know how we talked about
jerking off? I think we should try it."
Mark and I were very close and we talked about everything. We
even got to the point where we jerked off in the same room.
"You look big, Josh," Mark said, sitting on the floor, getting
a good look at Josh junior.
"Uh!" I said, squeezing my dick. "I really gotta do it.
Let's get naked, Mark."
"You really wanna try it . . . the other way? I mean--do each
other?" he said.
"Yeah. Been wanting to do that for a while, now."
"Okay, but--"
"But what?"
"You know--if you don't do it right, I gotta . . . take over
and do myself," Mark said, looking real worried.
"Oh, yeah. I didn't think about that. Okay, me, too."
I thought it was really cool that Mark undressed right away.
I was still naked first, though.
"Um," he said, face all blushed.
"You're boned. That's okay. I am, too, bro."
"Yeah--I guess it's cool."
"Quit guessin' man!" I said, slapping his butt--something I
never did before.
Mark didn't seem to mind. We were both nervous. We never
actually did each other before. We had a king-size bed, and it
wasn't squeaky, so we just climbed up and got on our backs.
"You grab mine first," Mark said.
I compared them and mine was definitely bigger. After all I
was 16.
"Okay. I just wanna come, man!" I never expected his dick to
feel so good in my hand. Mark's was smaller than mine, but real
similar. Hard like mine gets. Same shape, too. I started
stroking him.
"Oh, God! That feels awesome, Josh."
I was ready to complain when Mark took my dick and started
stroking me.
"A little faster," I said.
"Yeah, me, too. Yours feels so big."
"Ooo, yeah, I'm gettin' there!"
"Oh! Feels good."
"Yeah!"
"Hey Josh? Did you ever suck anyone? 'Cause I sucked Doug
Henner."
MY baby brother? The 14-year-old kid? Sucked someone's dick?
Holy shit!
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STORY LIST
DENNIS B. - STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 9 JUNE 2006.
18 stories under the following 7 headings:
- HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE
- SCOUT/CAMPING
- MEDICAL EXAMS (New)
- BROTHER STORIES
- ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER)
- DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER)
- "NO PAIN NO GAIN"
All my stories are on Nifty.
You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's Author
section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that
way, but what the heck. :-) **Not all my stories are listed
there yet.**
Donate to Nifty. It's easy, and you can do it anonymously.
HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES
1. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. June 5, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
2. Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear]
** Listed as just "Special Sale." **
(17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Ages 14 to 25.)
- Last post APPROX. June 7, 2006
NIFTY - High School
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY
3. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. May 2, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
MEDICAL EXAMS (NEW)
4. Medical Exams for Josh and his Brothers
(Three bros get a medical checkup from a doc who
is dad's friend. Two of the bros are 'tight.')
- Second post APPROX. June 9, 2006
NIFTY - Adult Youth
BROTHER STORIES
5. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. April 11, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
6. Eyes for My Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. May 10, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
7. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
8. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
9. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES
10. Boiz New Age School of Sexual Education
(Ages 13 to 20 something. A new type of
all-boys High School where sex rules. Mostly students
interacting, but the teachers, all young, also get into
the act. There is also a group of non-students meeting
secretly in the basement.)
- Chapter 2 posted APPROX. April 29, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult/Youth
11. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
12. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. May 17, 2005.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY
13. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES
14. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far.
I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 14, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
15. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
16. Howling from the Reform School Basement
(Main age group 13 to 25. According to the new laws,
students are punished as the school attempts to modify
their behavior. Sex is used often as reward, and to
permit the students to let off steam.)
Not for the squeamish, but no lasting marks, etc.
- Second post APPROX. June 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
17. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
18. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
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may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST
DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this,
because new chapters of the listed stories may have
been posted since this was written.
Thanks,
Dennis
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com