Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2006 12:01:38 -0800 (PST)
From: John Harlington <zanpaper@yahoo.com>
Subject: Paul Palmer's Apartment 004

Disclaimer: do not continue reading this work of fiction if you do not care
for fiction m/b or b/b literature. There are no real characters or
situations involved.

PART 004 Paul Palmer = 22 years old, short brown hair, blue eyes, fairly
muscular, boyish look, university graduate now recently completed his Med
Tech license. Living in an apartment.  Jon Albertson = 13 years old, brassy
hair that has highlights of blond, green eyes, medium build, slim, 100% all
boy.

CHAPTER 4 - THE MEDICAL CLINIC VIST ON A SUNDAY

The day finally arrived! Paul had agonized as the weekend seemed to pass so
slowly. He knew that the clinic would be empty on a Sunday. This posed no
problem as Paul had keys to everything.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Hello Ginny. I see you have our young patient."

WINKS "Yes, he's a bit nervous but really wants to be sure." Ginny pats
Paul on his shoulder. He wears jeans, a dress shirt, and tennis shoes. Paul
loves how the tight jeans curve around his crotch and pull up between his
butt cheeks. Firm and round.

"Well, we can all go in my car to the clinic if you like." Ginny offers.

The three get into the car and head for the short trip. Jon is very silent
but Ginny is hugging him. It is 2:00pm in the afternoon.  As they approach
the clinic in the strip mall, she notes that her place of employment is
curiously open with three cars.

"That's strange. The hair salon is not open on Sunday. Must be an
emergency. I have a weird boss!"  Ginny mutters in the car. Jon then taps
her on the shoulder.

"Mom, you, uh, can't be with me in the doctor's office. I mean. You know. I
am almost a teenager." Jon's blond hair falls into one eye as he looks at
his mom.

"Well. I can wait in the lobby. I just want you to know that everything is
all right. You're a big boy now."

"Ahh mom! C'mon, not in front of Pauuuuuul." The boy blushes.

Paul notes that Jon is a big boy. His boy snake cuts right down one snug
jean leg.

The three arrive at the dark clinic. Paul unlocks the back door, enters the
main hallway.  The fluorescent lights flicker on with a switch. Paul opens
exam room C.

"Come on in my patient." Paul says in his most confident voice as he puts
on a white lab coat that is not actually his!

Ginny is impressed and looks quickly inside the exam room.

"Mom! Mom. Do youuuuu mind??" Jon says in his most bewildered voice.

"Just checking out this clinic. I've always seen it in this group of
stores. Never been in it.  Paul works at a great place. We need a good
doctor."

PHWEEEPPP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Ginny answers her cell phone and talks for a few minutes. Jon hops up on
the medical exam table, crinkling the white sanitary paper overlay. Paul
tries to act like he is prepping a few items and reaching for a few books.

"I am so sorry Paul. That was Grace. She is the manager of the hair
salon. She's calling me in to help her with an emergency hair care
customer. It's our best client, Mrs.  Thworpe."

"The Mrs. Thworpe? The multi-millionaire on Scanton Street? That huge
house?"

"The same. LAUGHS. She tried to dye her hair this morning and came out with
a disaster!  She called Grace and said fix it now; she doesn't care how
much money she's charged or what day it is. She tips well."

"I understand. Lucky that we're all in the same strip mall."

"Yes, I will keep in touch. I will see what's involved. You have my cell
number."

"Yes, go do your duty." Paul salutes Ginny as she leaves. Jon smiles wiping
the blond hair out of his eyes. He crinkles his nose up as only a boy could
do that age. Light freckles are sprinkled about his nose and face.

THE EXAM

"Uh, so, I mean, my dad and my uncle died from test uh cu ler , I can't
even say it right."

"Testicular cancer."

"Yeh! That. I mean it was scary. They said if it is caught quick, people
can live."

"That's true Jon. I am sure you have nothing to worry about."  "Well how do
they know? How can you tell?" Jon asks with wide eyes.

"Well, usually high levels of chorionic goadotropin hormone levels are a
clue. Blood tests measure the HCG level."

"Huh? (Jon is impressed with Paul's words) No shots! No blood! You
promised."

"Yes, I remember. There are other ways. Well one symptom, Jon , is that HCG
stimulates breast development. Breast tenderness or growth. Please take off
the shirt. This is a quick easy test."

"Uh, ok. I just don't want to give blood or get shots." The boy looks down
as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. Blond hair falls into his eyes. Paul is
growing hard having his boy undress for him! The digital camera in his
fanny pack captures the scenes. The boy flings the shirt to the corner. He
also unties his shoes and tugs them off with his socks. He keeps his jeans
on.

Paul sees a very handsome developing almost 13 year old boy. His chest is
perfect, firming up nicely with developing curves of muscle, the nipples
are oval and sag a bit downward from the developing curves. His stomach is
still soft but gives very slight traces of abdominal six-packs beneath.  A
beautiful boy. Paul positions his camera and snaps more shots.

"Raise your left arm."

The boy obeys and Paul inspects his arm pit. He is beautifully
hairless. The scent is intoxicating. The biceps are just now forming a
slight curve. The triceps bulge briefly and disappear in the soft flesh.

"Ok, arm to the side. Feel my fingers?" Paul feels the boy's fingers and
the boy looks sheepishly up at him.

"Uh huh. Yep."

"The other arm."

The boy obeys and Paul puts on his best doctor's impression.

"Checking the lymph nodes. No swelling." He manipulates the flesh under his
arm and down his arm to his fingers. The boy is getting a mini massage.

"Now the nipples. Tell me if there is any tenderness."

Paul touches and then tugs on the nipples. He massages them and touches
them again and again. The boy looks patiently up at the ceiling. He feels a
slight tingling.

"Nope. Not too tender. Um." Jon brushes his blond hair back.  Jon's nipples
have hardened. He sees Paul pulling on them pretty hard now.

"Ow. That kinda hurt."

"Ok. Just the full test. That is a good sign. No serious tenderness. Glad
you felt that."

The boy rubs his nipples which are pink and bit irritated now.

Paul listens with a stethoscope to his back while he feels the boy's
back. It is warm and developing into the typical V shape development of
boys. He feels the lats. He almost massages the warm back.

"Sounds good my boy. No unusual symptoms there."

Jon looks around at Paul and utters "Good."

Paul comes around front as the boy is sitting on the exam table and presses
in on his abs.  He feels each firm abdominal muscle. Jon tightens up. Paul
traces his finger down to the navel. He circles the navel a few times.

"Hee hee. Kinda tickles." The boy smiles and has dimples.

Paul loves every minute with his boy. It is like a dream come true.

"Ok, stand up please." Paul exudes confidence.

The boy hops off the table and stands with his hands on his hips.

"Jon, unzip those jeans please. No shots. No blood. Just observation like
you want."

Jon sheepishly tugs at his brass zipper. It goes down one quarter of the
way and snags on the fabric. He tires pulling it up and then down, it is
stuck.

"Maybe I can help."

Paul gets behind the boy. He straddles the boy. The boy feels secure with
Paul almost hugging him. Paul fumbles and finds the stubborn brass
zipper. He accidentally touches the curved out crotch of the jeans, a few
times as he fumbles. He yanks hard and the zipper clears to the bottom. He
unbuttons the boy's jeans. SNAP POP!

"Thanks." The boy sheepishly looks up at Paul and sits on a low rolling
stool and tugs at the jean legs.

"Those look tight on you."

"Yeh. My mom gets me stuff at the Thrift Shop. Can you help me?"

Paul grabs one pant leg and pulls the jean leg off. The boy pulls down the
other leg and Paul gathers the blue jeans and puts them in the corner. The
boy noticed that the jean tugging lowered his white briefs down one hip so
he stands and pulls up his briefs.

"Ok." The boy stands up.

Paul sits on the roller stool and is face to crotch with the boy's white
briefs.

"Glad mom isn't here!! I don't like her coming in my room so much. I want a
lock on my bedroom door."

"Would she catch you doing something?" Paul tries to relax the shy boy by
small talk.

"Naw. Well, sometimes. I dunno. You know. I like to sleep late."

"And she gets you up?"

"Yeh, and most times she stands there till I get up. To be sure. But its so
embarrassing!"

"Why is it embarrassing? She's your mom!"

"Because of, you know. I wake up a lot with a mess. I don't want her to
see!"

"Oh you mean this!" Paul points to the circular crusty stains on the boy's
briefs.

"Uh, yeh." His blond hair flops into his eyes as he inspects his tattered
white briefs. They are a size or two too small and really outline his
developing dick and twin balls. The cotton briefs strain to hold in the
heavy boyhood package!

"Once I was sleeping in my briefs, it was noon on a Saturday. She was mad
that I had not gotten up yet. I lifted up out of bed on my arms yawning and
a string of that sticky stuff went from the bed to my briefs!"

"Bet that was embarrassing!"

"She said, did you blow your nose in bed?"

"What happened?"

"She handed me a box of tissue and I pretended to blow my nose!"

"Yeah, women just don't get it sometimes. Ha ha ha." The two laugh.

"But I was really worried about it because it is happening so much
now. More than ever!  Until you made me feel better telling me about it,
you know, with that science lesson. I thought something was really wrong."

"Yes. It is just as I said, your making excess semen, probably, and the
body has to naturally rid itself of the build up. At night. In the
morning. So there you go, sticky beds.  And sticky briefs!" Paul pops the
boy playfully on his firm butt. He laughs.

"So that's not like a tumor is in there, pushing out stuff?"

"Tumor? I don't think so. But that is part of the exam. We have to feel
your testicles for any lumps or tumors."

The boy grew silent and thoughtful.

"You ok? That is what you wanted to have checked out. Right?"

The boy grows hesitant and hangs onto both sides of the elastic
briefs. Unsure.

"Its up to you. The preliminary test appears ok, so far. But a complete
test is necessary."

"Well. Um. GULP. I guess." He slowly wraps his hands around the waist band
and slowly pulls down the tight briefs. They stop and fall under his twin
balls. Paul is gasping at the sheer boy beauty. His digital camera is
clicking off multiple shots. Good thing he has the new 2 gigabyte memory
card in the camera! The thick boy cock is cradled by the two protruding
glossy balls.

"All the way Jon. For the exam." Paul boldly grips the sides of the briefs
and tugs them in one quick motion all the way down to the boy's ankles.

SHuuuuFFFFF

"Now step out of them." The boy holds onto Paul's shoulders and clumsily
steps out of his briefs.  The boy's gifted developing dick wags back and
forth over his hung ball sack.

Paul places the white briefs on the pile of his shirt, jeans, socks and
shoes.

"There we go. Now we can inspect precisely. Hands behind your back please."

Paul gently grabs the hung balls. He inspects closely. They are heavy and
full. They are also hairless! He looks for any signs of hairs. Maybe a
scattered few short emerging hairs.

Paul lifts the dangling thick cut penis to the side while he fondles each
ball.

"Looking for any unusual lumps or tumors."

The boy blushes and looks the other way. His legs tremble a bit.

Paul rubs his warm hands up and down the boy's muscular hairless thigh
saying "Don't get cold."

Paul continues with the other ball feeling and tugging. He pulls the balls
left and right.  Up and down. The boy thinks it is part of the exam.

"You need to know this test and do it yourself, in the shower Jon. Here,
take your hands and feel your balls, all over. Look for other masses."

The boy clumsily takes his hands and feels his balls.

"OOowwww!!!!"

"Not that hard Jon. They are your sensitive testicles."

"Yeah. They kinda hurt."

"Ok, hop back up on the exam table."

The boy lifts back up on the table but RACKS his balls in the process.

"Ooooowwwww!!! Ohhh!!! It really hurts!!" A tear forms in one eye.

"Yes" Paul lifts up the heavy penis and gently massages the twin balls.
"Since they've grown more hung and down, you have to watch sitting down and
jumping on things. Your balls have to hang down to get the right body
temperature to make sperm."

The oval balls protrude in an oval flattened position between his two
thighs as he sits on the table.

The boy watches as Paul descends and KISS KISS kisses each ball.

"Feel better? Kiss it and make it better?" Paul smirks and is shocked at
how bold he became in an instant.

"Ha ha ha ha. Hee hee hee ha hee ha ha ha." Both laugh at the absurdity of
the situation.

Paul will never forget kissing Jon's beautiful hairless oval balls. He has
the digital shots to prove it.

"I don't feel any unusual masses or tumors in your balls." He pats the
boy's thighs.  "But you should check every day, like I showed you."

"Ok. I will. I will." Hands to his side, he is feeling more comfortable.

"We need to check development."

"Huh? What's the ruler for?"

"To compare to the standard growth chart." Paul lifts up the thick boy
penis and lays it on the ruler. "I see 4 and a half, no three quarter
inches soft. Very good for 12."

"In one week I will be 13!"

Paul wags the penis left and right as if to examine the protruding
balls. Jon patiently looks to the left and then right. He blushes. "Almost
through yet?"

Paul stretches and pulls on the penis to examine the base. He rubs the
boy's base and finds a scattering of soft emerging almost invisible first
pubes. A slight dusting. The hairs are not even curling yet. (It matches
the soft short hair in the briefs!)

Paul tugs on the head and the penis lengthens another half inch.

"Nice coloration near the head, boy. It looks like a cigar band, as they
say. That is typical.  Nothing to worry about."

It is the most perfect, thick long boy dick Paul has ever seen. The head is
so perfect and slants back.

He turns the penis back up towards the boy and makes the piss slit open and
close with his fingers manipulating it like a puppet and saying "Hi! I am
Jon's penis! I am happy because there are no tumors. I have to check every
day!"

"Ha ha ha ha. Hee hee hee. Ha hee hee ha ha ha!!" The two again laugh
breaking the awkwardness of the exam.

Paul notices the boy is sucking in air and holding his mouth funny. The boy
dick swells then goes down, it is twitching and rolling. Twitching.

"Anything wrong?"

"Just thinking about my homework." (Jon knows if he blanks his mind or
thinks about boring stuff, he can sometime suppress an embarrassing
erection)

"Are we almost through? I uh, have to pee really bad."

"Good. Here, let it go in this glass beaker. We need a urine test."

The boy's eyes widen and he just sits there, with his hands on the side of
the exam table.  Paul holds and directs the thick boy penis towards the
open glass.  Paul moves his fingers to make the dick head "talk" again
saying "Come on Mister Pee, come on out."

PPPPPPPPPPPPISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

A heavy yellow stream forcefully gushes into the glass, almost to
overflowing. Paul feels the warmth.

"Very good. We can analyze that." He screws a cap and a seal on the sample.

"Um, is that it? You can check me tomorrow."

"We have done a lot. I suppose. But to be fully certain. We will need a
sperm samp....

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Paul, Jon! You in there?" Ginny says behind the door.

"Almost finished mom!" Jon blurts out standing up naked, his long dick
wagging back and forth.

"Get dressed quickly. We can check you out tomorrow."

The boy hurriedly gets dress, tucking his beautiful dick into his briefs
and pulling up the snug jeans. Paul even helps with the stubborn
zipper. Socks and shoes. The shirt is buttoned up.

"They didn't need me that long at the hair salon. Grace was handling it
fine. I think she wanted the whole tip. Can I come in now?"

"Ok Ginny. You can come in now."

"Well doctor? How is my boy?"

"Mom! I have no tumors! He checked! Paul is really really smart!!!"

"Just a precursory examination Ginny. See, we have a urine sample that we
will run, free of charge."

"I can't thank you enough."

"He knows how to check himself for tumor growth in the shower."

Ginny tears up and blushes. Jon blushes that Paul would share such
information.

"If only his dad had known the signs. Jon has the genetic history."

"Yes, it is important that Jon check himself every day. To be sure."

"Mom, we didn't finish all the tests!!!!" (Paul blushes thinking the boy is
going to give him away telling about the requested sperm sample)

"Oh now Paul. I want you to finish any tests for Jon. It's very
important. Ok? I demand it." Ginny holds Jon's face by his jaw and says
sternly "Finish the test for Paul tomorrow.  Do you understand. Do
everything he asks. He knows!"

Jon nods yes.

"Ginny, today was freebie. They charge a lot without insurance."

"Oh." Ginny looks downcast

"But, he can come over to my apartment after 6pm and I will borrow some
equipment from the clinic and do in the apartment. All free of course."

"Oh thank you Paul!!! Thanks so much!!! He will be there."

Paul GULPS hoping the boy would not tell what type of further testing was
requested.  Can he keep his mouth shut until tomorrow?

NEXT CHAPTER - MORE TESTING AT PAUL'S APARTMENT