Date: Fri, 21 Aug 2015 15:52:56 +0100
From: J. Forrester <niftyencomiums@gmail.com>
Subject: The Symposium - Chapter Fourteen

The Symposium
Ch. 14 A Tale of Two Cities


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"It was seven years ago. I'd just come back from a gap year before starting
university..."

"Stories are meant to begin with `once upon a time' or `a long time ago in
a galaxy far far away', aren't they?" Callum interrupted.

"Who's telling this story?" Robbie asked.

"Sorry." Callum pouted.

"It was about seven years ago. I'd been travelling around Southeast Asia
during a gap year before beginning Uni and..." Robbie started again, but
was, again, interrupted.

"I never did a gap year. Did you meet anyone special, maybe several
someone's?" Callum asked.

"No."

"Sorry, please continue." Callum replied, acknowledging the admonishment
implicit by the brevity of Robbie's answer.

"It was seven years or so ago, but never mind how long precisely. I'd
recently returned from Borneo, last stop on my gap year travels before
starting university..."

"Last stop, where else did you go? New Guinea, Gravette Island..." Callum
interjected again.

Robbie's annoyance now was equal parts genuine and pretend, "Tell me a
story from your past, you said."

"I did, yes."

"You must have a story about sex and indecency, you asked."

"I remember."

"Right, so wheesht."

"Yes, dear. I'll be quiet, I'm all ears, you have my complete
attention... Ouch!" being flicked on the ear finally brought quiet to the
proceedings.

"Seven-odd years ago, I'd finished travelling during my gap year. I was due
to start university in a few weeks and hadn't been feeling too great since
getting back to Glasgow," Robbie paused and, interruption free,
continued. "My doctor at the time was a Mr Leonard. Handsome, early fifties
and going grey but suiting it -- kind of like Phillip Schofield suits it."

The men were in Robbie's flat, sitting cross legged on the floor of the
sitting room, facing each other. It was warm from the early summer sun,
though it was set for setting now, so both were shirtless and wearing
shorts but little else.

"I went because I'd been feeling under the weather and because I had a welt
on my arm and I wanted reassurance I wasn't coming down with malaria."
Robbie took a sip of water, "He took bloods and gave me antihistamines. The
next day he called to give me the all clear, yay, and to ask me a favour."

Callum smiled -- he liked where this story was going.

"Yea, ok," Robbie admitted, catching Callum's salacious smile. "I was naive
for a nineteen year old."





Iain and Justin had become as thick as thieves. They were enjoying each
other's company in a way they had not been able to engage with others. Iain
suspected this stemmed from their mutual recent exposure (so to speak) to
homosexuality.

"I'm twenty five, Y'know? I'd never had sex with a man before... still
haven't, erm, revieved?" Justin had said on their second meeting. "A friend
of mine told me I had a great arse for anal sex, plenty of cushion for the
pushin' he said."

Justin laughed and Iain joined in -- in his experience cushioning made no
difference, but his experience was perhaps just incomplete.

"He sounds like a romantic." Iain said, neutrally.

"Nah, he's my best friend." Justin said. "I'm pretty sure I've been in his
wank bank for years and when he saw me at the Symposium... well..."

He left the sentence hanging. If Justin's experiences at the Edinburgh
athletics club was anything like his own, he could easily imagine what
Justin's friend had seen. Probably had an eyeful, so to speak.

"So, you're not his type? Or he's not your type?" Iain asked.

"Are you jealous?"

"No."

Justin laughed, "No, I can see your not," he admitted. "Both. It's the
wrong type all around. Plus I still like having sex with women which he
thinks is gross."

"That's not very accepting of him." Iain commented.

"That's what I told him. I said if you're cool with guys becoming girls and
women wearing strap-on's, you should be cool with me trying out any hole I
like." Justin said.

"Well, you're defiantly not a romantic," Iain said, "Any hole you like?"
They both laughed at his parroting the phrase.

The conversation thereafter had turned to Iain's sexual predilection, which
Iain was not comfortable dwelling on.

"To make a long story less long, I used to have sex with women, for the
last year I've been trying out sex with guys and now... I dunno what I
want." Iain had said.

"Hermaphrodite?" Justin suggested helpfully, earning himself a slap to the
back of the head.

"I think I fancy you," Iain admitted, a little bashfully.

"I think I fancy you too... almost as much as I fancy Scarlet Johansson."
Earned Justin another slap to the head.

"In fairness," Iain added. "I fancy Scarlet Johansson more too."

Iain leaned over and kissed Justin's cheek.

They were now enjoying their third encounter together. Iain had joined the
Edinburgh physio team for a couple of projects that had, inevitably,
involved nudity and humiliation. The extraordinary orgasms had helped
balance any embarrassment. They usually did.

Iain did miss not having Callum as his friend and companion through these
things but Justin was an amiable and attractive substitute.

The day had started off with Iain colleting his uniform from the reception
in the buff. It had been a while, took Iain back to the old days. Then,
after a morning session with his amputation group, which had grown to seven
regulars now including an eighteen year old with both legs below the knee
gone, Iain had been called to Mr Douglas's office. He had another project
for him out in Edinburgh. At least he had Justin for company.



Today, they had joined a rugby team, teams actually, and kept most of their
clothes on so far. The double dickered coach that had been hired to take
them back to the outskirts of Edinburgh was half empty, with most of the
lads sitting on the bottom deck.

The rugby lads were all still dirty (oo-er) because the showers where they
had played were running cold and none of them fancied and emasculating cold
shower, even on a hot summer night. Somehow the guys had managed to secrete
alcohol onto the coach -- just enough to make them merry, not enough to
make them drunk. The team's own training ground was a few miles from the
Symposium where they had set off from that morning. Neither Iain nor Justin
were sure where the first stop would be: stadium or Symposium.

Iain and Justin had taken up seats near the back of the top deck. They sat
in uniforms of the same colour, muddy knees occasionally touching. The
first text came when they were half an hour away from the first stop on the
journey home. Who had sent the text was a mystery.

It said: "Boys, go to the back of the coach. And take off your shirts."





"Mr Leonard said his son, who was also a doctor, was doing some
research. He was looking into the effect of a gap year abroad on physical
health. The rationale was that nutritional changes, changes in sunlight
exposure and even the change in air pollutants would have an effect on
physical health." Robbie explained.

"Right," replied Callum. "But you also need a control group back
home. Also, if he's going to examine you he'd have to do it before and
after even the change in air pollutants would have an effect on physical
health." Robbie explained.

"Right," replied Callum. "But you also need a control group back
home. Also, if he's going to examine you he'd have to do it before and
after even the change in air pollutants would have an effect on physical
health." Robbie explained.

"Right," replied Callum. "But you also need a control group back
home. Also, if he's going to examine you he'd have to do it before and
after your travel."

 "No-one likes a smart-ass, you know." Robbie complained, then added "And I
didn't know shit about research studies and control groups and independent
variables."

"So, Mr Leonard asked a favour? He's got a hot son who wants to examine
you... gosh, what could possibly happen next?" Callum asked.

"You make it sound so seedy," Robbie replied. But he wasn't annoyed or
upset -- he seemed amused that Callum already saw the inevitable. After a
pause Robbie said, "Anyway, he asked me to come to his office."



It was a Friday afternoon when Robbie arrived. The doctor's office was on
the second floor above the busy main road through town. A town that was a
hop, skip and a jump from Glasgow city centre. It sat above an old bank
that was now a franchise coffee shop -- that was the ground floor. The
first and second floor belonged the to doctor's surgery, with the flight of
stairs between them overlooking the street below. The glass was either
covered with a hundred years of grime or tinted -- perhaps to afford those
within a modicum of secrecy. But one could look out well enough and anyone
looking up would have seen Robbie's figure ascend the stairs, past the
first floor of surgeries and up to the second.

Inside, Robbie declared his name to the pretty red haired girl behind the
reception. She was busy and bustling but took the time out from her mobile
phone long enough to sign him in, which was good of her.

Robbie took a seat. There were very few people around for a Friday
afternoon. Two boys a few years younger than him sat behind looking bored
of waiting. In front of them were four men, a year or two older than
Robbie's nineteen years. They were well dressed, in fact looking a little
uncomfortably hot. It was a balmy twenty-five degrees outside. Fine weather
for Scotland -- hot enough to set a fair-skinned ginger fire.

"Robert Holt?"

Robbie looked up. The man before him was the double of his father -- at
least twenty years younger, but still the spitting image. Tall with short
black hair that was short on the sides but longer on top, he was several
inches short of six feet but a respectable waistline for a man who spent
five days a week in an office. His suit trousers were not quite as well
pressed as they had been at the start of the day and his shirt was rumpled
by the long hours and hot weather -- his sleeves were rolled up, just like
the four men sitting behind him.

Now that Robbie thought about it, the four smartly dressed men behind him
were dressed similarly to doctor Leonard (junior). He wondered if...

"Robert?" he asked again, now looking at him.

"Oh yea," replied Robbie. "I mean, yes. Robbie." He replied, jumping up.

The doctor smile and extended his hand as if to proffer it to shake but
then swiping his arm towards the corridor on his right and flipping his
hand to indicate it was the way to go. Robbie went.

The doctor kept pace half a step behind him, calling over his shoulder:
"Laurel, you pop off any time."

"Thanks boss, love you."

Robbie dared to look at his face, the man smiled at his receptionists reply
but rolled his eyes -- clearly not taken with the girl. Not in that way.

The doctor stopped Robbie near the then of the corridor and opened a door
into one of the examination rooms.



Once inside, the doctor popped his bum on the edge of the desk. "Friday
afternoon in high summer, I promised my receptionist an early finish." He
said.

Robbie smiled, unsure what else to say, he needn't have worried because the
doctor had more to say anyway.

"Actually," he added, "I'm the only one left in the surgery. All's fair and
all that, so we gave the other two an early day too." He paused, "And since
they were finished early, my medical colleagues all suddenly arranged
appointments out of the surgery for this afternoon... funny that, eh?"

"Nice day for it. Maybe they're treating sunburn." Robbie said.

The doctor laughed. When he stopped, he looked serious. "I'm sorry, so rude
of me. William Leonard."

This time he did offer a hand to shake, which Robbie did.

"Robbie, nice to meet you Mr Leonard."

"Call me Will."

"So, what do you need from me?" Robbie asked, avoiding calling Will
anything.

"Well, as my father told you I think, I'm doing a study into the
physiological effects of foreign travel among gap year students. Comparing
changes over time to a group of their peers who did not travel." Mr
Leonard, Will, sounded very plausible.

Indeed, Robbie would learn a few years later the research had been real and
yielded results that bore repetition for the sake of validation.

"My father also told you it would require a complete physical examination?"
the doctor asked.

"Yes, he did." Robbie replied.

He wasn't sure why he agreed, he was very nervous about it but Mr Leonard
(senior) had been very persuasive and was such a nice man.

"So, I guess we should get started shortly. I'll pop out the room while you
completely undress, I can understand that it might be embarrassing to strip
in front of someone." He smiled coyly, and Robbie imagine the man would not
mind one bit watching him.

Robbie was tempted to invite him to stay.

"I'm going to step out for a minute and check things are ready. Make sure
Laurel got out as well, shall I?" he smiled, creating dimples in his cheeks
and a crease in his chin. "I'll not be long."



Once the door was closed, Robbie felt his heart race. He looked for a place
to sit while he pulled off his trainers. Settling into the leather swivel
chair that was hot against his thighs as his shorts rode up. H pulled off
the shorts and then his socks, setting them on top of the footwear. His
bare feet on the rough carpet was nice in the hot weather, the carpet rough
enough to wick away the sweat on the soles of his feet.

Robbie pulled up his t-shirt and folded it on top. His travels and diet
during them had been beneficial. His waist was small and all his muscles
tight and defined: his stomach, his legs and his arms had all be worked
hard during his travels. He was in the best shape of his life. His chest
was tanned, his nipples appearing a shade darker than their usual chestnut.

Robbie stood up and pushed his shorts down his legs. He set them on top of
the pile and stood only in his underwear. It was a bit exciting for
him. Was he meant to be naked now? Should he be naked for when the doctor
came back?

Actually, had the doctor told him to undress at all yet? Had Will left to
let him undress or to check it was time for him to undress? Robbie could
hear someone approach the door, if it was Will and Robbie was meant to be
naked, Will might be disappointed he wasn't done.

What kind of guy can't even get his clothes off when a doctor tells him to,
never mind what else he might have in mind? Robbie heard a hand on the door
handle. He pushed his underwear down and placed them on the very top of the
pile.

The door opened.



An instant after the underwear pooled at this ankles, Robbie felt his dick
lift just a little. It was a bit exciting. He also felt fear -- a momentary
flash of `what if it is not the doctor', but that passed. The doctor was
making sure people were gone.

It was indeed Will who stepped back into the room. He stopped dead at what
he saw -- the handsome naked nineteen year old was striking and
beautiful. Thin defined legs, lightly covered in dark hair ascended to
thighs made strong by a year of trekking. A tight scrotum, modestly
thatched with hair and a circumcised cock that was not quite soft. A patch
of pubic hair that tapered up towards his belly button. Abs and pecs and
pert nipples and drop of sweat streaking down from his armpit due to the
summer warmth.

The doctor found his voice, "Oh, wow, geez."

Robbie blushed and awkwardly covered up, then uncovered then didn't know
whether to cover his dick or not so didn't.

"I didn't mean for you to undress here," he said.

He had of course, he was deliberately ambiguous but sufficiently
instructive to cause this exact turn of events.

"I mean it's ok, obviously. But I have a different examination room I've
been using for my participants," it all came out in a bit of a
rush. "Follow me and I'll take you to the proper room."

Robbie made to put something on, but Will stopped him.

"Oh, don't worry about them," he said. "Your clothes will be just fine
here. I mean, there's no point in you getting undressed twice is there?" he
laughed clumsily.

Reluctantly, Robbie agreed and stepped out of the room.

Completely naked and barefoot, he followed the doctor back to the main
reception. Leaving his clothes behind was exhilarating and
humiliating. Robbie was amazed to find himself checking out the doctor's
arse. It was a lovely arse too.

If he's been paying a bit more attention he would have noticed reaching the
end of the corridor.

He would have noticed entering the wide-open reception area.

He would have noticed the four smartly-dressed men and two seventeen year
old boys were still sitting there.

He eventually noticed, but by then they'd seen everything he had.





The boys reread the text several time. The thirteen words glowed in their
eyes as they sat dumbfounded.

"Boys, go to the back of the coach. And take off your shirts."

They looked at each other and searched for an answer to the
supplication. Were they going to follow the instruction? It rather seemed
like the kind of thing they would do.

So they went to the back of the coach. The top deck had only a few
muddy-kneed lads, the other dozen were on the lower deck making raucous
noise. The dozen eyes followed them to the back of the coach. Compared to
the other adventures that Iain and Justin had respectively participated in,
today they had endured very little embarrassment or debauchery.

They sat at the back and observed conversation resume and disinterest in
them reassert. Iain sat first, followed by Justin. They were partially
obscured the seats in front but Justin was closest to the centre
aisle. They pulled their t-shirts up and tossed them on the seat beside
Justin.

As they sat and waited, the lads wondered what they would be asked to do
next. Indeed, they wondered how anyone would know when they had complied
with the first order. They had no reason to look for the hidden camera at
the front of the coach. The camera aimed up the centre aisle and that now
captured the pile of two shirts sitting on the seat at the back.

Another text arrived. It said: "Remove boots and socks. Now!"



Iain and Justin complied, unlacing their boots and bringing their feet to
their knees as they tugged off the rugby boots. The long socks followed and
joined the pile of shirts. Their bare feet on the thankfully clean coach
floor felt strange.

The night outside was closing in but the sun was still bright -- high
summer meant the sun would not set until around ten pm. Even then twilight
would retain a bright afterglow for some time to come. The windows from
their eyelevel gave views of motorway as far as the eye could see. Green
grass, electricity pylons, fields, service stations, and cars, lots of
cars.

"Pop your shorts off."

The third text had been inevitable but still jarring. Iain and Justin
checked to make sure the rugby lads weren't watching and then hooked their
thumbs into the waistband of the shorts. Pushing them down and pulling them
off their bare feet, Iain handed his to Justin who put them on the top of
the pile.

They had barely spoken since the messages had begun.

"What do you think we'll be asked to do next?" Iain whispered.

Justin shrugged, "I dunno."

Justin reached over and squeezed Iain's dick through his boxers, it
responded by engorging to half mast. They were almost naked on the coach
and still so easily aroused. It was profoundly stimulating to be so
exposed, so easily bared to so many.

"I know what I'd like to do to you next." Iain said to Justin, daring to
lean closer and kiss Justin's lips.

Still no-one else on the level with them appeared to have noticed them,
Iain mentally noted this. If none of them had turned around to check them
out, they would not be the ones sending the messages.

"Walk to the front of the coach."

This text was not what they had thought would happen next, was it?

C'mon -- take the boxers off was what they had imagined.

Iain and Justin stood. Iain was not sure how Justin felt, but loose fitting
boxers were not really his thing. He preferred underwear that kept things
downstairs a little more sung. They had donned the kit they'd been given
but Iain could feel his dick hang loose and swinging inside his only
remaining garment.

Justin took the lead, with Iain right behind him. Neither was sure what
they would say if any of the rugby lads asked the what the fuck they were
doing only wearing their underwear on a bus full of boys. But then, these
lads must have created mischief of their own from time to time.

Justin and Iain passed the three men on their left. Conversation stopped,
sniggers and elbow jabbing started. Iain noticed they were all rather
pleased by the sight that passed them, none disgusted or offended. That
bode well, the last thing he wanted was to have the shit kicked out of him
in only his boxer shorts. All three were dark haired and twenty years old,
give or take a year. It was an under twenty-one's team match of course so
that was t be expected.

Iain did not look back at them, and neither did Justin. They passed the
stairs on their right, those that led back to the lower level; here the
noise was at its loudest and the bustle downstairs sounded most
rowdy. There was only two rows of seats past this point, Iain and Justin
reached the very front row and took a seat. From the front of the coach's
top level the view was rather amazing. A panorama of the approaching city
beckoned them.

A message arrived.

It said: "Take off your underwear and go back to the back of the coach."

 

Iain read the message several times.

"Have you noticed this guy is really polite for a text messenger?" Justin
commented.

"Yea," Iain agreed, "No abbreviations. Good punctuation. Fascinating."

Justin just grinned then lifted his bum enough to whip off the boxers. Iain
followed suit. They each realised that when they next stood, they would
expose themselves full-frontally out the window. The coach was lit from the
inside and the window was wide and clean.

They stood up.

Cock's on view, they bothered neither to cover up nor to look to see who
might have caught an eye-full. They turned to show their arses to the world
and then made their way back to where they'd been. The rugby lads were
still hunched in their seats, grinning and laughing at the naked men in
their midst's.

They each winked or whistled and they all reached out for a friendly grope
or stroke of their bums or thighs. Blood rushed their dicks, which filled
and fattened. One of the lads even gave Justin's balls a fondle, he had to
slow down to let him of the lad would have tugged his balls off as he
continued to walk.

Fondling complete, Justin and Iain reached the back of the coach
again. They were seated before they noticed their clothes were gone. Both
felt that tiny panic that grows and speed through you when something
terrible has happened. The panic that precedes delight and expectation.

The lads were looking back, raising hands in acknowledgment. A sardonic
wave that said: yea, it was us. So, now Iain and Justin were naked on a
coach full of unruly young rugby boys who were nicely inebriated. What
next? A message arrived.

"Fifteen minutes to terminus. Stay hard."





"I have to admit," Robbie said delighting in Callum's delight as his story
unfolded. "I was rather taken aback. I mean I was the kind of boy who
refused to shower at school after P.E. So being seen starker's by six
strangers, seven strangers if you count the doctor, was out of my element."

"But?" Callum prompted, sensing something unsaid.

"But -- it was amazing. I wasn't hard, not yet, but it was exciting to be
seen by those men a few years older. And those boys a few years younger. I
hadn't recognised them at first but they had gone to the same school I
had. They were a year or two behind me."

"Did they recognise you?" Callum asked.

"I think so. That's what made it worse -- a sudden thought that I was
caught somehow. Those boys still went to the school I'd left when I took my
gap year, or maybe they were just finishing too." Robbie paused, "I was
afraid they'd tell people but it became pretty obvious the doctor wouldn't
have allowed them to stay if they were the blabbing type."

Callum nodded, taking everything in, "Ok. You're killing me here -- what
happened next?"

"I wasn't paying attention to the fact I'd reached the end of the corridor,
or that I was back in the wide-open reception area. Stark naked and
barefoot, watching the doctor's lovely arse and all of my clothes were left
behind so I was totally exposed and excited. After a few seconds I noticed
the four smartly-dressed men and two seventeen year old boys watching
me..."



The two boys didn't laugh at the admittedly handsome nineteen year old lad
who was naked in their midst's. They didn't laugh cruelly or
mockingly. They laughed because Robbie had stood so exposed for so long
that when he made to cover up it was as pointless as bolting the stable
door -- so to speak.

Robbie winced as his hands grabbed his cock and balls, wincing because his
dick was not soft and his cock wasn't meant to be treated so roughly. His
hands could not contain his manhood which had swelled despite his
humiliation.

No-one had said anything. The smartly dressed men in suit trousers and
rolled up shirt sleeves looked amused and taken aback. The boys in their
shorts and t-shirts were cute and athletic -- Robbie found his gaze fall to
the legs of their shorts, scoping for a glimpse of anything inside them.

"Well, gentlemen," doctor Leonard announced. He stepped closer to Robbie,
their hips almost touching. The doctor put an arm around Robbie's back and
gave his shoulder an encouraging squeeze. "And boys," he added.

The lads at the back of the room waved appreciation. Robbie floundered
inside, too embarrassed to be exposed, too defeated and aroused to cover
up.

"This is Robert Holt," the doctor continued.

Robbie floundered again, why did he need to be identified so fully? Wasn't
he exposed enough?

"He is nineteen and has agreed to be part of a study I have been
conducting," doctor Leonard enjoyed teasing out the experience. "Let me
introduce you to everyone."

The doctor was addressing him now. Will Leonard stepped forward and
indicated the four suited men, "These are doctors Brandon, Schultz,
Watterson and Weir. They're joining me today to observe everything."

Robbie couldn't be sure but he thought he saw the doctor wink as he said
that.

"They're still at university just now but not long from now they'll have
real live patients to contend with and it's valuable for them to get some
hands on experience."

With this Robbie was beckoned forward so he could shake hands with the
medics. Defiantly no covering up now. Each doctor stood to shake his hand
in succession but the others remained or returned to their seats so they
were eyelevel with his dick. An unrestricted view of Robbie's musky
half-flaccid manhood.

"And these boys," doctor Leonard said, "Were just delighted with the
opportunity to observe experimental procedure and to learn more about how
data can be collected."

He turned back to face Robbie, "I confess, I was telling my young
colleagues here all about you getting naked for me to examine and the boys
interest was piqued. Come and say hello."

Robbie stepped up towards the boys and blushed all over.

The first by took his hand to shake, "I'm Liam," he said. "You were in my
brother's year at school. I remember you... not quite so much of you
though. You're looking really good." The compliment was appreciated.

The second lad did not stand and held his hand a little longer than was
necessary, "Peter." The boy was confident and delighted by what he saw, "At
school I'd never have imagined you were so... hot. And I'd imagined you
plenty."

His grip pulled Robbie a little closer so Peter's nose was almost buried in
Robbie's balls.

"Well, now," doctor Leonard said. "I think it's time we begin the
examination that I called young Robbie here for in the first place, don't
you think?"

There was agreement all around, none would disagree of course.

"Peter, why don't you get the door?" doctor Leonard asked.

Robbie wasn't sure what door the doctor meant so he was shocked when Peter
opened the door out of the surgery.

"The examination room is just downstairs, it's not far Robbie." He said, in
a tone that indicated it would be silly to argue.

"But..." Robbie started, "I mean, I can't go out of here like this."

"We already agreed it would be silly to get dressed again when you're just
going to strip off in another minute or two. Come along now, out you go."

The doctor would not take no for an answer so he was ushered out of the
second floor surgery and into the stairwell. If Robbie thought his
adventure so far was giving him palpitations, his heart was now positively
arrhythmic. Robbie was sweating from the escapade and the summer heat, his
balls were sweaty, his chest and back slippery with perspiration until he
was shiny. His legs were hot too, drops of sweat caught in the hairs on his
legs.

Robbie cringed at the thought of anyone seeing him, but he couldn't see
out. He presumed the same was true of anyone looking in - relieved that the
windows in the stairwell did not afford the best view of anyone descending
the stairs. Never the less, he was scared his penis would be obvious in his
silhouette as he turned on the landing.

Moreover, he could hear the noise outside. He could feel the hum of the
world, the throb of the hundreds of people passing below on their way to
the town centre or to a bus that would take them into Glasgow.

Peter and Liam were leading the way. Behind him, the Five Doctors
chatted. Robbie was too busy looking back at them to notice the boys had
stopped so he walked straight into Liam's back. The lad didn't mind having
a naked guy behind him though.

A moment later, as the younger lads parted, Robbie realised why they had
stopped. He also realised he was exposed -- to a boy he'd gone to school
with. A boy named Julian Marsh, an athletic blonde nineteen year old who
Robbie suddenly recalled had planned to work part time in the office of his
father's surgery. Julian beamed at what he saw and Robbie blushed all over.



Robbie had long given up covering up. Julian sauntered up to him, still
grinning. Julian reached the same step, standing very close, chest to
chest, his hands hanging at ball-fondling level. Which he did.

"Julian," called doctor Leonard, "I thought you father let you all out
early?"

The doctor seemed genuinely surprised to see anyone.

"He did. We all left half an hour ago but I forgot my phone." Julian held
up the phone indicatively.

"Good, well, why don't you join us?" the doctor suggested. "The boys will
fill you in."

Julian moved to talk to Liam and peter who were animated by the prospect of
initiating another into Robbie's participation in doctor Leonard's
experimental trial.

Robbie wished he had never agreed to help.

Robbie was shown into the first floor surgery. The surgery was empty but
Robbie could easily imagine how it would normally be filled with people. He
tried not to dwell on this fact, that on any other day his audience would
now be dozens of people. He was led by doctor Leonard, and followed by the
four trainee doctors, to a large examination along a corridor on the right.

Quickly they were all joined by Liam, Peter and Julian.

Julian continued to be greatly amused by seeing his former peer so exposed
and helpless. Robbie just hoped that whatever doctor Leonard had said to
secure the silence of the others would be enough to keep Julian from tweet,
blogging or writing to the papers about this.

"I'm glad you are all so enthusiastic to join me in observing this
experiment," doctor Leonard said. "I will begin by taking measurements of
muscles: biceps, triceps and deltoids. Then muscles in the legs..."

The good doctor went on at length before beginning and then narrating each
procedure. Robbie did not need to be naked for all this, none of the
genuine participants would be. By the time the doctor was paying attention
to the organ everyone was really interested in what was past was prologue.



"I'm now going to check your penis and testes," the doctor said.

Doctor Leonard held Robbie's balls; they hadn't been touched since the
stairwell a half hour ago so his penis was flaccid. The doctor's touch was
gentle but arousing, his dick growing as it filled with blood and responded
to stumulus.

The doctor then gripped the shaft of Robbie's dick and pulled it until it
was thick and long, a decent seven inches. Robbie tried not to look at the
men and boys in the room, but that was difficult.

"Robbie, put your hands behind your head." The doctor instructed.

Robbie robotically complied.

The doctor let go of Robbie's erection and checked him out. Robbie's legs
were slightly parted, his penis jutting out, his arms raised and hands
behind the back of his head so his armpits were exposed.

"Oh, hold that for a moment," doctor Leonard said, "I nearly forgot..."

The doctor moved to the side of the room, passing the others who were
packed along one wall so they could all watch. The doctor came back with a
camera.

"I nearly forgot about your profile picture. All the participants must have
a picture for the subject database I'm building."

"Like this?"

"Keep your arms up."

"But, but... you need a photo of me right now? Like this?"

"Why not? No time like the present."

To doctor made himself sound so innocent and innocuous. Why not, thought
Robbie?

The pictures were taken. More than one too, more than several. Pictures of
him in all his glory.



With the camera returned to where it originally came, the doctor got back
to work. Robbie couldn't help but return his gaze to the camera -- it's
angle and pitch, the red light on the front -- if he didn't know better he
would swear it was on video mode and recording him. Perhaps the whole thing
had been recorded?

"Now I've gotten some great data but I have one more check." Doctor Leonard
pulled on a glove, "I'm going to examine your prostate."

Robbie observed the delight of his observers.

"Please bend over the examination table," Doctor Leonard instructed.

Robbie numbly complied, bending over and spreading his legs wider to ease
access and reduce his own discomfort. If anything, Robbie was glad that
he'd had a boyfriend over the summer -- and his cock had a girth he'd never
experienced before.

Doctor Leonard pushed a finger in, if he was surprised by how tight Robbie
wasn't, he did not say anything. After probing and pushing, the doctor
seemed satisfied and pulled his finger out. Robbie was never sure if this
exam was genuinely a feature of his experiment.

"Er, Will?" asked one of doctor Leonard's colleagues, "Perhaps we could
check too?"

"I think that's an excellent idea, doctor Weir," Will formally addressed
his colleague. Doctor Leonard added, "Gentlemen, if you please."

He offered them a box of gloves and Robbie could feel his cock drip in
anticipation. He was still mortified to be watched by his school peers.

The four doctors took turns pushing their fingers in and tapping his
prostate, they all seemed interested in exploring Robbie's body further,
but none dared.

"Can we have a go?" Peter asked innocently.

Julian amended more eloquently, "Could we check is prostate. What is it
we're feeling for exactly?"

"One should check the firmness of the gland. It should be soft and
palpable, if it's firm like a knuckle then something might be wrong. The
prostate plays an important role in semen production and its location near
the bladder means it can, if the prostate is unhealthy, have an adverse
effect on bladder health."

The doctor sounded very articulate as he discussed it.

One of the doctor had more to add, Robbie was honest with himself Weir,
Watterson... the other guys were all the same, their names were pretty
irrelevant. The doctor, Schultz say, added: "Your feeling it through the
wall of your rectum. When you insert your finger you should aim your finger
towards his navel."

"Isn't the prostate kind of gay?" Liam asked, not offensively.

"Prostate stimulation is enjoyable for some people. Gay men in particular
find genital/ anal stimulation climactic." Doctor Schultz agreed.

"Come forward, each of you." Doctor Leonard beckoned.

The doctors were all talking quietly together, with Will Leonard sharing
thoughts on the results he had gathered on a participant who could not be
included in his final results.

Peter went first, pushing his finger in and massaging Robbie's
prostate. Robbie's cock was sore from the straining erection already. Peter
slid a hand between Robbie's weak and sweating legs and brushed the
underside of his scrotum.

Robbie moaned and the doctors turned to smile -- they knew the boy's
interest in Robbie was even less academic than theirs. Liam didn't even
wait for Peter to finish his examination; instead he pushed his finger in
alongside Peter's. The two boy's fingers caressed and dance with each other
almost as much as they did his prostate.

Finally they withdrew, they seemed to sense the trembling in Robbie's body
and they didn't want him to cum just yet, they were enjoying his denial of
that climax.

Julian stepped up and pushed his finger in slowly. His face was near to
Robbie's, so close their respective stubble brushed then he whispered in
Robbie's ear.

"If I'd known you were this hot I'd have came out in high school."

Robbie said nothing; biting his lip was enough of a retort. Julian
reciprocated by reaching around and taking hold of Robbie's throbbing
cock. He stoked it and squeezed, then rubbed his fingers across the head
and stroked the glans.

"Handsome man, do you enjoy this?" he asked, then asked another question:
"Do you wanna go out with me sometime?"

The question came out more meek than his previously bravado-fuelled
comments, Robbie looked at his eyes -- the eyes of a lonely man. Robbie
wondered how that could be, Julian was a handsome man himself -- fit and
toned. But he sounded like a man who had been told "no" more often than
"yes".

"I might." Robbie replied.

A few months later they would meet again and begin a three year
relationship. But that's another story with much less debauchery involved.



Julian gave Robbie a final stroke before pulling his finger out at the same
time. Stepping back the medics finished their chat.

"We have a few more things to discuss," doctor Leonard told Robbie.

The doctor laced his hand on Robbie's toned chest and rested it between his
nipples, then wiped away a tear of sweat with his thumb.

He turned to Julian, "We need to talk, you can join the student doctors and
I."

The doctor indicated the door and the four men led the way, Julian liked
back before Robbie disappeared from view -- grinning again.

"What about us, doctor Leonard?" Liam and Peter asked.

"You?" he seemed to think about this, "Well, I'm sure there are other
things you could learn." He said as he strode from the room, not even
bothering to close the door.





Naked and hard on a coach fifteen minutes form outskirts of Edinburgh was
new territory even for Iain. And Iain doubted anyone had been so inventive
at Justin's Symposium either.

They had taken turns stroking their own dick and then mutually
masturbating. This has lasted two minutes tops before the three rugby boys
stood up and walked to the back of the coach. With no instruction to stop
and spectators an inevitable development, the lads kept stroking.

The rugby lads watched smirked.

"Stand up." One of them said eventually.

A text message arrived: "Give your phone to Gary."

"Who's Gary?" asked Justin, looking at the phone in Iain's hand.

"I'm Gary." Said the beefiest for the three.

Gary was tall and built big, muscled and padded even without his pads
on. His dark hair complemented cheeks besotted with freckles that made him
look a few years younger. But he was the leader of the group here, and Iain
guessed the leader of the whole team aboard the coach.

Iain handed the phone to Gary who turned towards the front of the bus and
read the screen. A second later the phone rang and he answered.

"Hello?"

Gary listened, then turned back to the group and parted them so the naked
lads were visible down the long aisle of the coach.

Gary listen and smiled, "No-one told you to stop wanking."

Gary's eyes cast up, tracing the line of sight of the camera obscured.

The guys got back to stroking while Gary listened intently. When he hung up
he moved back to his seat and pulled out to jock straps. A rare commodity
in the UK, Iain and Justin had only ever seen them in porn.

"Put these on." Gary proffered a jock strap to each of the naked men, who
gratefully accepted.

It's a strange piece of attire -- a snug fitting crotch at the front with
no arse at the back. Iain got to wondering if they belonged to one or more
of the rugby boys, which might be kind of kinky, or if whomever was
communicating with them had secreted them into Gary's possession. Either
way, Iain would never find out.

"Let's go down stairs." Gary suggested. The lads waited to follow one of
the short and t-shirt clad guys but none made a move. "After you," Gary
prompted.

Iain led the way down the aisle again, followed by Justin and then by Gary
and the other two rugby lads. Iain was nervous as he took the first steps
down the stairs to the lower level of the coach and into the lion's den of
the rugby teams.



The noise trickled to a halt as the team noticed the almost naked man in
their midst.

"Cool," said one man eventually, "Our sponsors do read my emails."

The all laughed and continued to eye up the barefoot shirtless guys dress
only in skimpy underwear. They seemed pretty pleased with what they saw.

"We have about ten minutes before we get back to the Symposium where we
picked up our mascots here," Gary shouted to the teams aboard. "They would
be delighted to treat some of us very nicely, as a reward for our team
building and our alliance and advertise everything the Symposium Athletics
Club has to offer."

"How about a blowie?" shouted the same man who had commented earlier -- a
big black guy with a very expressive face. Sweet eyes and eyebrows that
seemed to respond independently and a mouth that was amused and wide with
delight.

"That could be arranged." Shouted Justin back, without prompting.

Justin brushed past Iain and sat on the big man's knee. Justin put a hand
on his knee and his other arm around the man's shoulder. He kissed the side
of his face and then slid to his knees.

"Are you gonna take it out for me?" Justin asked.

Now he had a hand on each knee and was sliding them up the smooth dark
thighs.

"No," he replied in his amused voice, "You take it out for me."

Justin complied, tugging the waistband of the mucky shorts and tucking it
under the scrotum. His black cock was growing and grew further as Justin
played with and teased it to full mast.

"I've never sucked a nine-inch cock before." Justin meant to say to
himself, he must have said it out lout though because some guys laughed.

The black guy laughed too, "It's not quite nine inches, dude. But thanks,"
he winked. Then added, "Why don't you give little," he chuckled at the use
of the word "Benjamin a kiss."

Little Benjamin. Justin kissed the tip of Benjamin's cock and then pursed
his lips over the head of his penis. Benjamin seemed to enjoy this,
settling back into his chair. In the background Justin could hear someone
comment that the cock was a monster.

Justin soon felt a hand on his smooth back that slid down to his shaved
arse hole and began probing the sensitive sphincter. The lad looked like he
was the youngest in the team -- eighteen or nineteen -- he was doing a good
job for a young lad. He was doing a good job regardless of how old or young
he was.



Iain was flung into the fold and gobbled up by three
twenty-something's. All at once he found a cock in each hand and one in his
mouth. All the while he could feel the coach moving along at a steady
speed. He wondered if anyone could see what he and Justin were doing. And
he wondered if any of the rugby team would mind being seen having it done.

Iain rather guessed not. Benjamin moaned and the guy with a cock in his
mouth grunted with each thrust. Iain closed his eyes and gobbled the guy up
-- it was good to be the source of such pleasure. Even the guys whose
penis's filled his fists appreciated the strokes, the tightening and
loosening of grip -- the changes in speed, the spread of a thumb over the
head of the cock.

The lad on Iain's left came first -- aiming for Iain's face but instead
spattering on his shoulder and chest. The lad must be a regular masturbator
-- not giving his balls enough time to work up a better load nor edging
enough to build up the pressure.

The boy behind Justin with his fingers buried in Justin's arse came next --
all over Justin's back. Justin was working up a good pace with Benjamin's
cock in his mouth when Ben put his paw under Justin's chin and lifted his
head.

"Thanks, man." He said. "But I'm real close and I aint ready yet."

Justin wondered if there was a later lurking in their near future, he
guessed so.

The lad with a cock in Iain's mouth came as the one on his right burst
too. It was all very messy. There were plenty of guys willing to be
pleasured but there was a shift in the atmosphere - Iain and Justin noticed
Gary hang up the phone again.

"You wanna come here a sec?" Gary prompted.

Iain and Justin were amazed that they still had their skimpy attire
on. They had both half expected them to be pulled, snagged or ripped off by
the clumsy team of men. At the front of the coach, they could all see they
were entering the city now. Passing through the suburbs of Edinburgh,
street lighting and shops and traffic lights illuminated the nudity on the
bus.

Iain and Justin felt exposed. The coach pulled away from the lights and the
lads were relieved to be free from stationary traffic. For now.

"Ok, here's the deal," Gary began. He had their rapt attention. "In a few
minutes we'll be back at the Symposium. You guys are going to get off there
and then meet us at our grounds. They're a few miles up the road, you know
where they are, right?"

"Yea, we know." Replied Iain.

"Cool," Gary responded happily. "The only thing is, when you get off you
will be allowed only one piece of attire."



Iain and Justin felt their hearts sink yet they could hardly concentrate as
a car full of girls in hen night gear waved and flashed their boobs. They
both looked in each other's eyes and then at each other's cock, which had
twitched.

They slowed to another set of traffic lights. Iain and Justin knew these
lights well -- they were congenitally faulty, a long red phase followed by
a short green phase. Since they were three cars back from the stop line,
they probably would not get through on this set. They were looking into a
single decked bus -- only a few travellers for this time of night. One girl
not paying attention, seven boys or men who thought there were looking at a
stag do or something.

They were happy enough to watch the two guys in nothing but skimpy pants,
whatever their thoughts were on what was happening.

"You don't have long left to choose," Gary prompted. "If you want the
shorts for example, instead of the arse-less jocks you're going to have to
trade now."

The lads thought about their options.

"You'll have to agree on what you're taking too." Gary added.

The whole team were watching with interest, the bus opposite them were
watching with interest and incredulity.

"We'll take the shorts." Iain said while looking at Justin whose eyes
concurred.

"You don't get to keep them while you trade." Gary pointed to the jocks.

Iain and Justin's hearts sank -- sank with disbelief and with motion
sickness as the coach moved forward. The line of traffic moved forward then
as expected, the coach stopped at the front of the line with another ninety
seconds of exposure to the bus.

Better get it over with. As soon as the coach stopped, Iain and Justin
pushed the underwear down. Gary chose that moment to step aside. Now the
naked boys were unobtrusively revealed to the bus opposite them. The
younger boys hooted with delight and an older man's eyes popped out his
head.



They both handed over the jocks and stood naked and bare to the world. It
was strange too, that the moment Gary stepped aside Iain and Justin noticed
their own reflections in the window of the coach. Their milky smooth white
skin shining back in the night. It was one thing to be seen by a half dozen
blokes a bus, it was something else entirely to realise their arses were
exposed on the other side -- to a stream of pedestrians who had been
watching for god knew how long.

Not more than thirty seconds could have passed since the coach stopped at
the front of the line -- they had a whole minute still to go. At least they
could get a pair of shorts on and end this hell.

"I should maybe have mentioned that your trainers count as an item." Gary
said innocently.

Iain and Justin looked at him, words failed.

"You can still take the shorts." He said defensively, "But running or
walking a couple of miles to the rugby club in bare feet... that's gonna
hurt."

"I... We..." Justin tried to form words.

"You can't..." Iain tried too.

They were both too aware of their bare arses and their bared penis's. How
long had they been flashing now? The youngest of the boys in the bus
opposite had a camera phone out and was taking a picture. Iain and Justin
were too numb to cover up.

"We need the trainers." Justin whispered.

"We need the trainers." Iain agreed.

They nodded to Gary who happily provided the chosen item.

With the footwear slipped on, they were ready to run but the coach was
still stuck at a red light and the bus was still opposite and the
pedestrians were still noticing. Another long thirty seconds passed before
the lights went green and the coach pulled away, indicating left change
lane and follow behind the bus and then farther up the road indicating left
again and turning into the Symposium car park.

Justin and Iain entertained the same idea -- pilfer the Symposium for
something to wear.

"No hurry, guys. We'll wait for you." Gary said smugly, which didn't suit
him.



Once out in the warm summer air, the coach doors closed and it circled
around an pulled away. Iain and Justin raced to the main door of the
Symposium -- like the one in Glasgow it was a twenty-four hour gym.

"SHUT FOR MAINTINENCE."

The sign on the door was followed by quite a lot of profanity. Enough
swearing that Iain had to slap Justin's bum to quieten him. It was bad
enough that some of the bus boys or pedestrians might have seen the coach
pull in here and logically deduce passengers had departed, but they didn't
need people who hadn't seen them naked on a bus coming to see what was
going on.

Just now they were just a pair of whitey blobs in a dark car park.

In a few minutes they'd be a pair of whitey blobs running several miles to
a rugby club while completely naked in a town near the city of Edinburgh.

The journey to the end of the night had just begun.