Date: Sat, 24 Apr 2004 20:03:27 -0400
From: J J <fedimaster@hotmail.com>
Subject: Turning 16

   When i was almost 16 i had to get a physical as a requirement to get my
learner's permit to drive a car.  So i shceduled an appiontment with Dr.
Singer.  I had gone to Dr Singer only twice before but not since i was 13 (i
dont really get sick that much).  So on a thursday afternoon after school, i
hopped on my bike and rode 10 blocks to a nice midsized one story building.
This building housed many different doctors that had different fields.  Down
the main hallway the fourth door on the left read "Singer & Johnson Medical
Practice".
   I pushed through the door and walked up to the reception desk and told
the secretary my name, Paul Burns.  She was kind of crabby and told me to
sit down and wait for my name to be called.  So i sat down in one of the
cushioned seats and flipped through an issue of Sports Illustrated.  After a
few minutes i put it down and picked up a car magazine and thumbed through
pictures of tricked out cars.
   After about ten minutes of waiting, the reception lady called my name, i
stood up and walked over to her desk.  She directed me to go down the hall
and my room was the third on the left.  I opened the door and closed it
behind myself.  I never really liked doctor's offices, it reminded me of
death and getting sick.  And it just always seemed too clean almost
unaturally clean.  Anyway, i jumped up onto the exam table and sat there
waiting for Dr Singer to come in and tell me that i'm in great health.
There were a bunch of posters on the wall about various health issues.
   After some time, the door opened slowly and there stood Dr Singer.  Dr
Singer stood at a whopping 6 foot 6 inch height.  He was solidly built,
probably a few little extra pounds over weight, but that didnt bother me
much.  He had dark short cut hair and was clean shaven.  "Hello Paul, havent
seen you in awhile.  But in my line of work thats always a good thing.
Anyway i see your turning 16 in a few days so lets get you checked out"
boomed his deep soothing voice.  He did the normal checking of the ears and
mouth.  Then he told me to lie down on my back.
   So i lied down on my back and put my hands at my sides.  He put his
stethoscope on my bare chest and told me to breath deeply.  He moved it
around a few times, then he told me to stand up and take off my pants.  I
did so slowly, i wasnt really one who liked to show off alot.  My jeans were
at my ankles and Dr Singer told me to pull down my underwear so he could
check my development.  Slowly, i pulled down my whitey tighties.  My soft 4
inch penis flopped out ontop of my balls.  Dr Singer looked at me for a
second and then squatted down and lifted my penis.
   I flinched and drew in a deep breath.  Dr Singer asked what was wrong,
and i told him that his hands were cold.  He apologised and rubbed his hands
together to warm them up.  Then he proceeded to lift up the shaft of my
penis again, only this time his hands were very warm and it felt kind of
nice.  He seemed to be satisfied with my penis and moved onto my balls.  But
after the fondling he gave me, i was getting hard, and now he was feeling my
testicles.  By the time he finished examing my testicles my penis was at its
rock hard 6 inches.
   Dr Singer told me not to worry because even men get hard when they're
touched so its normal for me to get hard.  I was still embarassed alot, so i
tried to think of other things to get my hard on soften up, but it just kept
on throbbing.  The exam was over though, all i needed to do now was piss in
a cup, he gave me the cup and directed me towards the bathroom that was down
the hall.  The bathrooms at the doctor's office were made for only one
person.  So i opened the door to one of the two that were there and shut it
behind me.
   I tried as hard as i could to force some piss through my cock, but it was
still to ridged from the exam to permit any to get out.  So there was only
one thing i could do, i started to jack off in my doctor's office bathroom.
With a firm grip i started the piston like movements and within seconds a
tiny drop of precum oozed out of my piss slit.  I had to bite my lower lip
to stop myself from moaning outloud.  Soon i shot my first jet of smooth
spunk all over the wall, the next jet went to the same place.  My orgasm
kept on firing, as i heard the knob of the door turn, and it hit me: i
forgot to lock the door to the bathroom!  Just as the third and fourth jets
of jizz hit the wall the door opened and there stood Dr Singer.
  When Dr Singer saw me, he quickly stepped in and closed the door.  This
was the most embarrassing thing in my life!  But my orgasm was still going,
the fith and sixth jets lost their intensity, and the rest of my semen just
dribbled out of my quickly deflating penis.  I just stared at the ground i
couldnt bring myself to look him in the eye.  Dr Singer spoke first, he told
me i shouldnt be embarrassed about mastrobating because every guy does it.
I asked him if he did, and he assured me that at times he does too.  My cock
was still hanging out of my fly, and was beginning to inflate again.  I
began to start covering myself up to conceal my boner, but Dr Singer stopped
me.
   "How about i help you with that and then maybe you could do a favor for
me?" he said while motioning towards my ridged penis.  I agreed not knowing
what he had in store for me.
   Dr Singer got down on his knees and swallowed my penis whole.  He started
to face fuck himself on my 6 incher.  The feeling of his throat contracting
around my member and his fondling of my balls was too much for me, and in
less then 2 minutes after he began his blow job i blew my load down his
throat.  The instensity of this orgasm wasn't as bad as the first one i had
encountered in this bathroom.
   Dr Singer stood up, and unzipped the fly to his kaki pants, and pushed
them to his ankles, followed by his white briefs.  Now he was standing in
only his dark green dress shirt with his green and black tie.  He told me to
do the same thing that he did to me.  He told me not to be scared that this
was a normal thing that some men do to each other sometimes.  So i dropped
to my knees just has he had done, and then i saw his small 3 inch cut penis.
  It seemed odd that a six foot six inch man would have such a small dick.
His balls were actually rather large although they were the first pair of
full grown balls i had ever seen.  Hes crotch was engulfed in a mass of dark
pubic hair that trailed down his legs.
   I put my mouth on his small soft cock, and began to lick it and suck on
it.  I felt his cock growing inside my mouth.  But i kept on sucking and
licking.  Every once and while i'd play with the perfectly shaped head with
my tounge, when i would do this it would send shivers down his spine and he
would let out a low moan.  But before i knew it, i could no longer fit all
of his cock in my mouth.  So i let it flop out for a moment to see how big
it had gotten.  What i saw then shocked me, it must have been nearly 7
inches long and twice as thick as mine, and it wasnt dont growing yet.
   Dr Singer slammed his cock back into my mouth, he was becoming more and
more aggressive, he was turning into a sex hungry animal.  He began to face
fuck me, and each time he plunged all of his meat into my throat i gagged,
but he pulled out just before my up-chuck reflex kicked in.  I have to say
that part of this expierence wasnt very pleasureable to me, but Dr Singer
was moaning louder and more often now.  I could detect the taste of his
precum coming from the piss slit of his now fully grown 9 inch long slab of
meat.  The veins popped out of the sides, and the width strechted my mouth.
   Dr Singer inserted his middle finger in his ass, and began to fingerfuck
himself while i was giving him my first blow job.  Soon he inserted his
index finger as well.  He fucked my face harder and harder until i felt the
first shot of cum down my throat.  Quickly followed by more and more until
my mouth was overflowing with semen.  When his cock came loose, Dr Singer
began spraying my face and upper body with his cum, it got everywhere.
Finally after a few minutes, his orgasm subsided and he had to go over and
sit down on the toilet to rest.
   He motioned for me to come over to him, so i did, and be began to lick my
face clean of all the cum he sprayed on me.  In a few minutes, i was still a
little sticky, but cum free.  I found the cup i was supposed to piss in, i
undid the lid, and pissed.  When it was half full, i stopped the stream of
yellow liquid from my cock, and handed the cup to Dr Singer.  I went for the
door, but he stopped me...