Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2012 13:30:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: MICHAEL SOROS <bursa1994@gmx.com>
Subject: My Problem Part 1

I didn't know I had a 'problem' until it was pointed out to me by the local
doctor. I'd never even met the man before. Not that I would have minded I
have to say. He looked really attractive to me - blonde hair, well-built
and looked after himself by the look of it.  He was certainly nothing like
my father. I had been deposited on the doorstep of the doctor's surgery by
my aforementioned father who had an errand to run that was very
'important'. All my father's errands were important and usually had three
legs with not a hope of winning the race. By my tenth year I was fairly
well used to being deposited at one place or another and left to my own
devices about getting back. I managed though.  This was another case in
point. I played football. I liked playing football. I was always picked for
the team. I wasn't actually any good at it however but the benefits far
exceeded the inconveniences involved in having to turn up for practice
twice a week and play a match every weekend. The benefits were in the form
of the entire team of boys my own age - nearly 14 now - and a coach who had
been the object of my desires for 2 years. It had everything that just
turned my blood to soup with hormones - shorts, showers, naked young teens
like myself (although in better shape than me above the waist anyway) and
all perfectly respectable. I could lust and ogle to my hearts content and
it was all done in the name of football so it had to be respectable. To
join the team I had to have a brief medical exam paid for by the County
Board. The doctor was appointed to check all the players on all the teams
from junior to senior. This would be the first time he would have seen or
examined me. I was told by my friend Kevin that I'd be in and out in a
minute. He had been examined from across the table! Mind you he is quite on
the ugly side and overweight so I could understand why. Couldn't see him
making much of a success of it.

When I was escorted into the doctors room by the receptionist the doctor
had his back to me and was putting away some files. When he turned round he
looked at me quite strangely I thought. As though he was expecting someone
completely different. His face turned to stone immediately and he asked me
some routine questions - name, age, which team etc.

 "Will you be having Mr Sloan as your coach?" he enquired.

I had no idea who I was going to have and told him so. We were moving from
the juniors to the under 16s - hence the compulsory examination.

"Make sure you have Jim -em Mr Sloan. He's the best and will look after you
very well.  Now take your shirt off and let's have a look at you".

 He was looking at a piece of paper all the time but his eyes glanced
quickly to look at me undressing. I slowed down and took it button by
button. I knew he was looking at me 'that way' - just the way I liked it. I
always have like it ever since it dawned on my two years ago that I always
had an audience in the changing room of the local swimming baths. Its
remarkable how slowly some men dried themselves off. The doctor was wearing
a white coat like they used to in the '70s and was behind a desk so I
couldn't see anything. When I had my shirt and vest off I put my hands by
my sides and looked at him. He made no attempt to move.

He was looking at me up and down. He returned to this piece of paper in his
hand.

"These are the requirements from the County Board. I have to sign you off
on all of them so if you would just come a little closer I'll begin the
exam".

 So much for in and out like Kevin said. This one wasn't in any rush. He
started fairly routinely - eyes, ears, throat etc. He listened to my chest
by putting his ear to it while putting his hands on my back. It tickled a
bit but I didn't say anything. He turned me round and slowly ran his warm
fingers down my back from my neck to just above my trousers. He did that a
few times. It was very relaxing.

 "I have to examine your lungs from the back" he said, taking out a
stethoscope only he kept one hand on my lower back -which he kept moving up
and down - and the other listening to my lungs. It seemed to take forever
but what did I know about it? It was relaxing if nothing else. He turned me
around and a broad smile come on his face. He had beautiful teeth!

"You must be cold" he said as he ran his two index fingers over my
hardening nipples.

 There was obviously some connection between these nipples and my cock
because it was starting to move - the one thing I really didn't want to
happen. It was always doing this - getting hard all the time and not only
when I was watching the seniors practicing football before we went
training. It was just hard when I looked at them but I could hide it under
my jersey. There was no where to hide it here. The doctor looked a little
concerned. I followed his eyes and could see he was looking at the bulge
that was building up in the front of my jeans. I couldn't hide it. The
jeans were too small. Deliberately so. They took quite some time to put on
in the morning because they were really too small for my bum.  The waist
size was fine but my bum was too big for them. Some of the lads at school
made comments but I laughed them off and the teachers ran them off so what
did I care.

"Ok I'll check for a hernia now. You might get a bit embarrassed but
everyone has to go through this and its part of the requirements".

I liked the requirements whatever they were. Very relaxing.

"Take down your trousers and I'll just finish you off" he said smiling.

He had a lovely smile. I smiled back and lowered my hands without taking my
eyes off his. I stood up straight and undid the top button of my way too
tight jeans. He didn't seem in any rush so I took my time. I lowered the
zip slowly. I had to really because my bum pulled the material back quite a
lot. Even with the zip fully open the jeans just stayed up - held there by
my bum and thighs. I put my hands into the pockets and started to lower the
jeans carefully. I didn't want my underwear to come down at the same
time. I hadn't really prepared for this. I didn't know I would have to take
any clothes off - no one ever mentioned having to take their clothes off
before. I struggled to get the jeans off and nearly fell over at one
point. The doctor made no attempt to help me - just sat back in the chair
and watched. Eventually I succeeded and threw them on top of my shirt. I
was standing there in just my little white briefs and white socks with only
my blond hair to cover my modesty! The doctor never moved. Just kept
looking. Then he arched his eyebrows and frowned at me. He leaned towards
me suddenly and grabbed my waist pulling me towards him.

 "Now don't be embarrassed. I have to check for a hernia and to check your
testicles for lumps".

 I looked a bit confused at this point. I should point out that I wasn't
the sharpest tool in the shed and could really be dumb at times.

 "Your balls" he said anticipating my uncertainty about the word
testicles. Never heard that in the school yard. He still looked a bit
concerned but I just nodded.

"Turn sideways" he said moving me closer to him and turning me on my side
so I was looking at a wall with an eye chart on it. I thought he was going
to check my eyes again.  Then I felt his warm hand on my lower back and the
other just above my underwear in front. I could feel his breath on my
neck. His fingers started to go lower and entered my underwear in front -
just his index and thumb. He was in no rush. I wasn't going to run away
either.

I decided there and then I was going to make the most of this. Not every
day I get an attractive man with his hand on my lower back and the other
one about to enter the front of my tight little briefs. It never dawned on
me that I would be naked for this examination so I just wore the briefs I
always wore to football practice where I was going after this.  They were
always too tight - just how I liked it. The front only came just above my
dick and the back came about two thirds of the way up my very rounded
bum. I sure did like the feeling I got from having those briefs feel like
they were falling down my hips. I couldn't wear them at school because I
was always horny in them and I had enough to deal with getting comments
about my bum squeezed into my grey school trousers - which again were too
small but dad wouldn't buy new ones and that suited me down to the ground.

 I was waiting for the doctor to put his hand down and have a good feel
around. I couldn't move and I was holding my breath. What was he waiting
for. I turned and looked him straight in the eye. He had a very quizzical
look on his beautiful smooth face like I'd just grown another nose or
something. He kept glancing at my crotch and then my face and back to my
crotch again. Finally his hand went into the front of my little briefs
which had the erotic effect of pulling the back of my undies tighter into
my bum and making me get even harder. He took a sharp intake of breath and
then pursed his lips and pushed the air out and down the front of my
underwear.

"Well he wasn't exaggerating when he told me anyway!"

I didn't know what he was talking about and was concentrating on getting a
nice good feel for the first time in my life so I had my eyes closed. I
opened them.

 "Sorry?" I said. He was holding my balls in his hand and just kept them
there. It was wonderful. I didn't want to do anything to scare him away
although I didn't get the impression he was in a hurry either. He took his
hand off my lower back, grabbed hold of the elastic and pulled my little
undies down rather roughly. This spooked me a bit. The front of my undies
came down as well and stopped just below my balls. He was holding them
cupped in his hand and his other hand was on my bum. I couldn't move. No
one had prepared me for this! It was fantastic!

"Well Well Well! What have we here?" he said looking down at my erection
which had sprung up when my little briefs were dragged down.

And it was wet and dripping as usual - a lot more than usual because of all
the activity. I hoped he didn't mind the liquid that splashed onto his big
hand which was still holding my balls.

 "My God those balls are enormous! How do you keep them in such tiny
underwear?  You're only the second boy I've seen with this condition in all
my years of working with the County football board. No wonder your
underwear is barely fits you if it has to support all that!"

I looked a bit puzzled. I didn't know what he was talking about. No one had
ever said anything to me about the size of my balls before but then again
no one really ever saw them as I always kept myself covered in the changing
rooms because I always got a really strong hard on looking at the other
guys and didn't want to get beaten up.

"You're a skinny barely 14 year old but you have the balls of a very grown
up man. Did you know that? And your penis - cock I mean (he obviously
realised I was a bit dumb vocabulary wise) is far too big for your body!
Haven't you had problems with this? Has your family not noticed or brought
you for an examination?"

 I was a bit worried now. I thought I was deformed or sick. I expected him
to let go of my balls and run out of the room calling for an ambulance. In
the end he didn't. He did something a lot nicer though. He took his lovely
soft warm hand off my bum, rubbed my shaggy blond hair and pulled me
towards him, kissing my head.

"You haven't a notion that anything is out of the ordinary have you?" he
said returning his hand to my bum which I moved out a little bit. My
erection was hurting now and all that clear liquid was running down it and
onto his hand. I wasn't going to ask him about that but now that I was here
and he wasn't moving away I felt I might never get the opportunity again. I
turned to look at his face but I could only see his ear as he was obviously
enjoying looking at my erection judging by the way his mouth was wide open.

"Well there is only my father and he married some other woman after my
mother left for England when I was born. I don't live with him but with my
aunt and grandmother and you can be sure they have never seen me naked! I
can't even wear football shorts in the house. I know it's a bit bigger than
the others but as I've never seen them naked close up or with a hard on I
never thought about it."

"Oh you're more than a bit bigger lad - a lot more. You shouldn't be this
big or developed at your age. Your balls are far too big for your
body. It's called hypergonadism and I don't know how no one has detected it
up to now. Your coach did mention that I should pay special attention to
you down there but I just thought you might be a bit inflamed from
excessive masturbation or something. I never suspected this!"

A lot of this went in one ear and out the other. His sentences were too
long. Adults didn't really talk to me and if they did it was to give orders
or tell me I was in the way. Hyper what did he say? I hope I didn't need
tablets. That would mean prescriptions and my aunt wouldn't pay for
anything like that for me - and especially if it was to do with this area
of my body. I notice his hand was still gently moving my balls around. It
was only now that I realised that they actually filled his hand
entirely. He didn't seem to mind but then I bet he did this all the time,
every day. I guessed that's what doctors did. Things were silent for a few
minutes while he cupped my balls and moved his hand up and down my
bum. Then he seemed to come to his senses and grabbed my briefs in the
front and the back and pulled them up slowly. The back he managed to get up
but the front he could only pull up to just below my balls - there was no
room for my cock - there never was when it was like this. I usually pushed
it to the side and held it in place with the elastic band around the leg.

"Well lad" he said finally, slapping me on the backside a bit too sharply
"we need to talk.  Get yourself dressed and sit down on the other side of
the table".

While I was dressing I could see him clean all that dribbling liquid that
comes out of my cock with his tongue. It must be ok to taste so if he was
doing it. I had an old t-shirt I use to collect it but he was giving me an
idea.

I sat down on the chair opposite his table and he put his folded hands
under his chin and started to talk to me. This was bizarre for a start as
adults usually just shouted at me, told me I was in the way or get out of
the room. I would do anything for this man just to keep talking!

" How long have you been mastur... em jerking off?"

I guess he had to keep it simple - cut out the medical terms. I wasn't last
in the class at school for nothing.

"Since I was 9 or 10.  Around the 4th class or something. I used to wake up
in the morning all wet and I thought I had wet myself but it seemed too
sticky for piss. I didn't know what it was at the time. It used to get very
itchy during the day and I remember just playing around with it in the
toilets and all this gooey stuff would come out. It was great.  When I was
11 I had to do that about five times a day just to stop me getting hard or
waking up in the morning all wet. I mean it was fun and all but it was
awkward having to go to the toilets in school to jerk off. I told everyone
I drank too much Coke. When there was no one in the house I could do it all
day and there never seemed to be a problem - except putting may hand around
it fully to jerk it up and down. It was growing faster than my hand!
Doesn't this happen to every boy. I thought they were just too embarrassed
to talk about it".

The doctor just sat there staring at me with his eyes like saucers.

"Does much cream come out then?" he asked leaning forward.

He was looking at my crotch and it started to get hard again.

"An eggcup full each time" I replied. "It always filled up one egg cup
completely five or six times a day. Every day. I would jerk off while
watching the programmes on the TV and just let the juice stay in my
underwear. I used to wank even without knowing sometimes just to take the
strain away. There was no problem. I used my briefs to catch it all and
washed them in the sink. My aunt was very religious and thought I was
saving her the bother of having to wash my undies. I had to wash a pair
every day.  I bought lots of cheap white underpants in the local
supermarket or just stole them from the locker-room at school. No one
seemed to mind. I had to take what I could find and a lot of them didn't
fit because they were from the younger kids at school but they kept my cock
tightly wrapped up so I kept wearing them. Is that normal?"

"In your condition - yes it is I suppose. You can't have all that sperm
running down your leg all hours of the day! Now tell me......do you think
your cock is normal size for a small skinny boy like you?"

Skinny? How dare he! Slim I think is a better word. Or 'barely there' as my
aunt used to say. I didn't think it was too big. Bigger than the boys at
the football club in my age range but I thought nothing of it.


"Look - even for a grown man your cock is big. It's more than my hand
long. Do you know how long it is then?"

Actually I had no idea but I was interested to know. I shook my head. He
pushed his chair back quickly and took out a measuring tape from the top
drawer of his desk.

"Come here son" he said.

 I stood up with my cock pushing out in quite an embarrassing manner. He
smiled and held his hand out. I grabbed it and he stood me in front of
him. It was so sexy seeing him do that - all my dreams coming true at
once. The top of my briefs came only to the top of my balls. There was no
room for my erection which fell out horizontally still dripping that clear
liquid.

"Let's measure this big monster then - ehm just for the files of
course. You know this is a condition don't you?"

I didn't care what it was he was welcome to do what he wanted with it. He
pulled out the elastic of my saturated briefs and tucked them under my
balls. He placed one hand under my balls and I noticed that they did in
fact totally fill his hand. They were always too big for mine. With his
other hand he grabbed the base of my cock and ran it up and down my cock
nice and slowly. Up and down getting it harder and harder. It was too big
really to stand up and stayed flat but filled out and got thicker and
thicker the way it always did when I did it myself. I had to use both my
hands to control it but he had big footballer hands so he was able to
manage to hold most of it himself. That liquid was beginning to get quite
runny now and I knew I was going to shoot more of that cream. I had only
come three times today so there was a lot left to get rid of.

 "Doctor, I'm going to have to get rid of my sperm in a minute with your
hand going up and down my cock. Is that ok? Would you like to catch it in
an egg cup or something.  Measure it maybe?"

I thought I would help him with his examination plus it was very nice not
to have to keep doing this by myself five times a day. I suppose it really
was big now that I looked at it from this angle! I'd always used both hands
to bring myself off so I never had a chance to see it properly. Exactly how
big was this thing? He hadn't measured me yet. I didn't really have much
idea although I was finding it very hard to concentrate with him rubbing it
up and down all the time. I didn't have very intense orgasms. Not like my
friend Mike. He fainted once in the toilets when he was jerking off with
some other fella from the team. We thought he'd had a heart attack even
though we didn't really know what that was. He was only 13 as well. It
happened a few times and we lost interest. A lot of the other lads on the
team just had red faces and felt guilty coming out of the toilets. I never
did. I just carried on as normal. I emptied myself and that was that. My
toes always curled, I held my breath and I could feel an intense electrical
feeling under my balls for a few seconds but that was all. I didn't shoot
out much, it just poured out really. That's how I could collect it in the
egg cup. Not a normal eggcup of course. I should have explained.  A novelty
eggcup I got as a present with an Easter egg in it. A lot bigger than a
normal egg cup. I wondered if I should tell the doctor. I looked down but
he seemed to be quite engrossed in watching my cock get harder and
harder. He was using both of his hands now too, the same thing I had to do.