Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2012 09:22:59 +0000
From: Ivor Sukwell <isukwell@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Boy Hovered in the Doorway

WARNING: This little piece is masturbation fantasy, so please do not read
on if you do not enjoy masturbation and do not like fantasy. If, on the
other hand, both appeal to you, then I hope you enjoy this brief tale of a
boy and a man. Much is left to the imagination, some readers may prefer
their fantasies to be more graphically described -- my apologies to you.
Perhaps other readers may find themselves identifying with one of the
characters -- my best wishes to you!

All imaginable legal disclaimers apply.

Please feel free to let me know if you enjoyed it -- to be honest I am not
really bothered if you did not.

The Boy Hovered In The Doorway
A story by Ivor Sukwell

The boy hovered in the doorway, uncertain if he could lean casually against
the door frame or should stand unaided.

"Hello," a pause, a frown, and then, "Cully, isn't it?" the doctor looked
up from the papers he was reading, a half smile of half welcome on his
lips. Boys came to visit him in his office from time to time, some more
frequently than others, but Cully had never come before. Girls came
sometimes as well, though less frequently. They all came if they had a
problem to discuss, something important -- important to them, that is. They
came, frequently because, if they mentioned whatever it was to a teacher,
they invariably got the response, "Go and see Dr. Williams, he'll sort it
for you." What the teachers really meant, of course, was, `Don't bother me
with your teenage angst, take it to him, he's paid to listen to that sort
of crap.'

His office was in what was termed `the Community Medical Centre', and he
was the resident psychologist.

The boy shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other; it was ok him
being here, he knew that, but it was his first visit and he was still just
a bit unsure about how the stuff he had to say would be received.
Dr. Williams was safe; all the boys knew that. Didn't matter what the
problem was: trouble at home; a bike you'd nicked and wondered how you
could give it back without being caught; was it ok to fuck your girlfriend
`cos she was only thirteen; it didn't matter. You talked it over and it
stayed with him, he never split on you. If it was something that mattered,
something you were really bothered about, he'd ask you in and shut the
door, give you coffee and a fag if you smoked. It was against all the
rules, of course, but everyone knew Dr. Williams didn't give a toss about
the rules and his superiors had long since given up trying to make him see
how important the rules were. Dr. Williams was safe.

Cully was an ordinary boy; well, perhaps not totally ordinary. He was more
than decent looking in an adolescent way, his short cut dark gold hair
being the only tidy thing about him. His white, school uniform shirt had
the top two buttons undone, his blue and white diagonally striped school
tie was askew, the knot carefully carelessly arranged to be just below the
second undone button. More of his shirt outside his trousers than tucked
in; all in total disregard of the school rules but conforming precisely to
the boys' unwritten dress code.

"What can I do for you?" The words were helpful, not dismissive.

The boy shifted again, wondered how to start; wondering as well how it was
that the psychologist knew his name.

"Do you want to come in? Have a coffee? Cigarette perhaps?" Dr. Williams
did not, as a rule, invite boys inside on their first appearance, and
certainly not before they'd even given a hint as to why they were there. He
made an exception for Cully simply because Cully was in the top one of his
wish list whenever he made one up.

He'd seen the boy almost naked once; it had only been by chance when he had
to take some papers across to the school, to the Physical Education
teacher. Boys had been in the changing room, having just finished a lesson,
and one specimen of adolescent perfection had caught his eye; caught his
eye and imprinted itself on his brain.

Just above average height, athletically slender, the boy's honey gold body
had been on full display apart from the tiny but vital area covered by a
miniscule pair of bikini briefs. Dr. Williams had hovered for a moment,
willing the boy to remove that scanty item, but, instead, he had slipped
his long, shapely, smooth legs into shapeless school trousers and the
vision ended. He knew the vision was called Cully because one of the other
boys had called something to him and the now half vision had answered.
Dr. Williams had stored the information away, just in case he needed it one
day.

"Think Leigh's lucky," Cully finally managed, still shifting uncomfortably
in the doorway.

Leigh, Mr. Williams did know; he was a frequent visitor. Shorter and darker
than Cully, neat hands and feet, solid thighs and a quick mover, natural
scrum half where Cully was much more of a centre, taller, leaner, powerful
and fast. He did not know the boys were friends though, at least not good
enough friends for Cully to think Leigh was lucky for some reason.

"Why's that?"

Dr. Williams' senses were on full alert, as they always were when dealing
with a new subject. Boys, he knew, came in four categories: those who
certainly would (so the only question was, `did you want to?'); those who
might (were they worth the effort of finding out?); boys who would and
probably did, but not with you, thank you; and boys who most certainly
would not, not with you or with any other male. Mentally he sniffed the
air, brain on chemical analysis, but he could detect no hint of even one
single pheromone.

Pheromones were the big give away; adolescent boys pump them out by the
bucket load at even the vaguest hint of a thought of sex, and there is a
big difference in the chemistry of a pheromone that is released at the
thought of cock and the one that comes out for cunt. As far as Dr. Williams
could detect, Cully was not releasing either sort.

"Got you as a friend, ain't he." Cully's words were both dragged
reluctantly from his mouth and also said in a rush, a sure sign of a boy
who has something he really, really wants to say, but is scared to say it
because it is so big, so important.

A glimmer of understanding appeared in Dr. Williams' mind. Like Leigh,
Cully was a child in a single parent family, and in both cases it was the
father who was the missing item. Cully was the product of a forces family
and many army marriages were fairly short lived affairs.

"Come an' chat with you whenever he wants, can't he," Cully explained,
feeling slightly bolder now that he had made a start.

"So can you, Cully," Mr. Williams soothed.

The boy shook his head, "Nah, wouldn't be the same, would it."

"Why wouldn't it?"

More boy shifting in the doorway, a nervous seeming look over his shoulder
out down the empty corridor, the firedoor of which Cully had carefully shut
when he entered as the notice on it demanded.

Suddenly the air turned a metaphorical pink around Cully as the pheromones
gushed out.

"I'll do whatever it is what Leigh does," he offered, looking hopefully at
the man for brief moment before gazing at the floor.

"Sorry?" Dr. Williams tried to look puzzled, but alarm, not puzzlement was
his main emotion now. What was it that Cully knew, or thought he knew,
about Leigh that had prompted the sudden chemical release?

"Anything what Leigh does with you, I'll do." The offer, spoken to the
floor, was more obvious this time, more frightening and much more
interesting as well.

"Anything?" Dr Williams said, raising an eyebrow.

The boy nodded, blushing more than just a little, his honey gold skin
deepening by at least five shades.

Dr. Williams reached out a hand; the boy was just out of range, but he
shuffled in closer, a movement, that along with the pheromone release,
confirmed his offer.

"I turned the key in the outer door when I come in," he said, his voice
thick now with fearful anticipation. Turning the key did not lock the outer
door, it put up a sign saying `Consultation in Progress', a sign that
prohibited entry by anyone. Should anyone even touch that door's handle, a
buzzer would sound in the office.

"Come inside," Dr. Williams said; Cully doing as he was told and shutting
the door behind him. He stood close now, close enough to reach.

"You sure, Cully?" Dr. Williams asked as he undid the boy's belt.

"Yeh," Cully grunted and then held his breath as his zip was undone.

Dr. Williams did not stop at undoing the zip, he grasped the waist band of
the boy's school trousers and eased them downwards, revealing his
breathtakingly delightful smooth thighs.

"Lovely legs," Dr. Williams breathed as he ran his hands over the warm,
silken flesh on his path back up to the boy's tiny briefs.

Briefs followed trousers down past knees to puddle around ankles and some
six inches of slender, but not thin, teenage cock throbbed and jerked in
its new found freedom.

"Lovely cock as well," Dr Williams complimented. From his seated position
the boy's glory was at face height, and he leaned forward, taking the
uncircumcised beauty into his mouth.

"Oh, yes," the boy exhaled, his hands going behind Dr. Williams' head to
encourage the sucking he was so eager for. "Everything what Leigh does," he
repeated, "An' I means everything."

Hands were wandering up and down the boy's thighs, adding to the pleasure
of having his cock sucked, but when they went round the back of his legs
and up to squeeze the cheeks of his arse he felt he had to tell
Dr. Williams something important.

"You'll have to be gentle with me," he whispered, wondering if Leigh's
first time had been easy, "I ain't been fucked yet, so promise you'll try
not to hurt me too much."

"Promise," Dr. Williams agreed.  He'd be gentle with Leigh as well, knowing
now that he had mistaken that boy's `I'll give' signals for `I might' ones.
Yes, he thought, I'll be gentle with Leigh, and wondered if Leigh's cock
would be as nice to suck as the one he was now working on. He wondered if
Leigh would offer up his arse as willingly as Cully had just done once he
had let the boy know his signals had been understood. I'll be gentle if he
lets me fuck him, he thought, and then lost himself in the glory of hard,
ready to spunk teenage cock.



Thanks for reading.

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