Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2009 21:13:29 -0700
From: derek phillips <derekph@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Let's Play Doctor

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                         Let's Play Doctor

                         by derek phillips

I've been turned on by medical exams ever since I was an early teen, and
a friend of mine and I played doctor.  His name was Kurt, and his father
was an MD whose office was in their home, so when his parents were away,
we would play out our fantasies in the examination room.

The first time was shortly after my family moved there.  I had gotten
sort of friendly with Kurt, but he was a year older than I, and that
seemed a huge difference at that age.  He was also bigger and more
developed than I was, and I envied his body, which looked awesomely
muscular compared to my own.

He invited me over to swim in their pool, and I couldn't keep my eyes
off his smooth-skinned, tanned body in his skimpy Speedo.  He obviously
liked the admiration, and showed off for me, diving and posing and
strutting around like a cat.  He had shaggy blonde hair and sparkling
blue eyes, a square jaw, and a perfectly proportioned body.  He was a
god to me.

I didn't realize yet that I was gay, but I couldn't take my eyes off the
well-stuffed pouch of his swimsuit, the long thick tube of his cock
clearly outlined, probably half-hard with eternal teen horniness, the
big juicy head stretching the tight elastic fabric, taunting me.

He kept groping himself, adjusting his equipment, even reaching inside
to free it up, pulling the top edge of the Speedo down so far I could
see his bush, and a hint of the swollen flesh of his fuck stick. And
when he caught me looking, he just grinned and winked and kept on
groping himself.

Looking now at pictures of myself then, I realize I was just as good-
looking as Kurt.  I had jet-black hair and dark skin (my Greek ancestry)
and was dangerously cute.  I'm surprised now that I didn't attract more
attention from other guys, I was very passive, but flirtatious, eager
for attention from men, since my dad was always away, and showed little
interest in me when he was around, preferring the companionship of his
fishing buddies.  I hated fishing.  I'd have been an easy mark for any
predatory older male.

Fortunately, it was Kurt's eye that I caught.

In Kurt's pool, we started splashing each other, and that led to mock-
wrestling on the grass, and then to tickling.

He pretended we were equals at first, but soon tired of that, and
dominated me easily, holding me from behind as he tickled me mercilessly
until I was practically sobbing.

We were kneeling, our hard teen bodies pressed tightly together.

He stopped the tickling, and just held me, and I could feel his erection
poking me in the ass through our wet swimsuits as he held me against
him, our naked skin rubbing together.  He was rubbing his hardon into my
crack, and I returned the pressure, mesmerized by the feeling of his
hands on my body, and his warm skin against my back. He had one hand on
my chest, the other on my belly, and was rubbing me gently, pulling me
tighter and tighter against his own chest and abs. His hand slid slowly
lower on my belly, finally touching the waistband of my Speedo,
threatening to slip inside.

I froze, waiting for him to touch my sex, desperate for more.  His hand
stayed there, rubbing gently, but not entering.  Eventually he released
me, and I scrambled to my feet and ran home, embarrassed and aroused and
confused.  I had wanted something more to happen, but I wasn't sure
what.  I just knew I liked being close to Kurt.

I didn't see Kurt for a few days after the pool incident, and felt
horribly lonely and sad, sure that I had done something to ruin my
chances of being friends with him, and miserably aware how unworthy of
his friendship I was.  Why should a god like him want to be with me?

The next Saturday morning I was sitting on a chair on our deck reading,
when Kurt strolled over.

He was wearing a skin-tight white tank top that showed off his muscles
to perfection, stretched taught over his juicy pecs, his nipples showing
through the thin white fabric, dark and hard and erect; and tight pale
blue running shorts with red piping, with deep slits up the sides that
were spread open by his muscular thighs.

I saw him coming and pretended not to notice, my heart in my throat.

He walked up to my chair and stood beside it looking down at me, just a
dark shadow against the sun, a halo of light illuminating the fine soft
hairs that coated his legs.  He was rubbing his hands over his body,
pushing his tank top up to reveal his abs and pecs, caressing his naked
skin.

I glanced at his crotch, afraid to be caught looking there, but unable
to resist.  There was a large bulge, the outline of his half-erect cock
stretching the tight fabric.  I wanted to reach out and touch it as he
practically shoved it in my face, offering it to me, but I pretended I
didn't know he was there, and he reached down and dug his finger into my
side, tickling me.

"Stop it," I squealed weakly, laughing and squirming, trying to get
away.

He relented and stepped back.  I scrambled to my feet and stood a few
feet off, panting, trying to catch my breath, glaring at him, angry, but
unable to resist his appeal.

"Wanta come over?"  he asked.

He was still rubbing himself, and had worked his tanktop up to his pecs,
so his impossibly lean hard abs were bare.  He looked like an anatomy
drawing, every muscles sharply defined, his smooth darkly-tanned skin
glistening with moisture in the summer heat.  He traced the outline of
his six-pack with his thumb, and I licked my lips, hungry for his body,
desperate to be closer to him, to feel his touch again.

"What for?"  I demanded, trying to seem defiant, my eyes glued to his
body, mesmerized by the shameless way he was showing off, teasing me,
tempting me.

"I don't know, just mess around together," he said.

He was rubbing his pecs now, slowly stroking his nipples.  Somehow he
made it look like the most natural thing in the world, to stand there
flaunting his awesome teen beauty.

"Like what?"  I countered, feeling weak and foolish.  I wanted so much
to be with him, but felt worthless and inferior.  The only reason he was
asking was that he was bored or something.

"I don't know," he grumbled, "it's no big deal, go on reading your
stupid book, if you don't want to be with me."

He started to turn away.

The way he said that sounded like there was more than just boredom
behind his invitation, like I had something he wanted.  I tossed my book
aside and ran in front of him.

"Okay," I said, smiling shyly at him.

He smiled back, and put his arm around my shoulder as we walked towards
his house.

"Great," he said. "Come on, I'll show you my dad's office."

I slid my arm around his waist and held him, my fingers intensely aware
of the bare skin of his side, the way his muscles moved under my hand.
His hand slid down to my chest and rubbed my muscles through  my shirt.

I knew Kurt's dad was a doctor, and saw his patients in their home, but
I hadn't thought about what that meant, so when Kurt made the offer, I
was puzzled.  My dad had an office too, but it held nothing but books
and papers, it was where he went to retreat from my Mom and me, it
symbolized his distance from me.  I couldn't imagine an office being
interesting.

Kurt led me into their house, and through a door that led to his dad's
examining room, and once I saw that, my interest revived.

I'd had medical exams by then, of course, and knew what a pediatrician's
office looked like, but Kurt's dad was a gynecologist, and his examining
room had stuff I'd never seen before.

Kurt showed me the table, with its metal stirrups, and opened a drawer
to display various tubes and probes and dilating devices that looked
scary to me.

I was nervous at first, afraid we'd be caught there, and get into
trouble, but Kurt was very casual about the whole thing, so little by
little I relaxed, and my curiosity took hold.

There was a strange energy charging the air around us.  Kurt kept
looking at me like he was expecting something, waiting for something,
but I didn't know what.

Then as the strangeness of the room and its contents began to wear off,
I became aware of Kurt, his bare muscular arms, his down-covered legs,
his grin, the way he was touching me as he showed things to me, putting
his arm over my shoulder, touching my forearm as I looked at objects he
pulled from the drawers.  And he continued caressing his own body,
pushing his tank top up, playing with his muscles, showing off for me.
I wanted to press myself against him, hold him, put my hands where his
were.

We said less and less, and I found myself breathing hard, feeling uneasy
but eager for something special to happen.  I was feeling a fluttering
in my belly, a churning in my groin.  It was the way I felt when I saw
images of naked men, like Greek statues or bodybuilders in skimpy posing
straps.

So when Kurt said "Let me examine you," I said "OK."

"Take off your clothes and get up on the table," he said.

The way he said it was like a command, and he was standing there with
his arms crossed, looking sternly at me.

I felt like I had to obey, but I felt embarrassed, taking off my clothes
in front of him, so I turned away as I started unbuttoning my shirt.

"No, face me while you undress," he said.

It didn't occur to me to refuse, or ask why.  He was in charge, I had to
do what he said.  I turned back and faced him, looking down, still
embarrassed.  As I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, he stepped
closer and started helping me.

"Let me do it," he said.

It didn't occur to me to challenge him, this was his game, the rules
were his.  I stood docilely as he reached out and started undressing me.
I was wearing jeans and a short-sleeved shirt and running shoes.

He unbuttoned my shirt slowly, then pushed it back over my shoulders,
and off my arms onto the floor, then stroked my upper body gently,
feeling my smooth soft arms and chest and belly.  Slowly he knelt in
front of me and undid my belt, then opened the snap and unzipped my
pants, pushing them down to my knees.

I was wearing white briefs, skimpy Calvin Kleins that I had bought with
my own money, wanting to look like the sexy model on the package.

He slid his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled them down to my
knees too, freeing my half-erect cock, which he carefully rearranged,
wrapping his hand around it gently, squeezing it a little, then reaching
under to lift my balls and tug on them.  He ran his hands slowly up and
down my inner thighs, barely touching them, almost tickling me, arousing
me further.  The way he did it all was slow and careful, ritualistic, as
though it was part of some script.

Finally he finished that part of the ritual and stood.

My cock was rock hard by then, pulled up tight against my belly,
throbbing and jerking.  I was gasping with arousal and excitement.

I was standing there nude from the knees up, hard-dicked and dizzy, as
Kurt stripped his tank-top off.  He was standing about a foot from me,
and I could see small drops of moisture on his smooth sun-bronzed skin.
I stared at the large aureoles of his nipples, which were jutting out
hard and red.  I wanted to suck them.

I was having trouble breathing by then, my heart was pounding madly, and
I felt dizzy as Kurt lifted me and set me on the table.  Our bare skin
touched as he picked me up, my naked chest pressed against his. My
erection was pressed against his bare abs for a moment, and my whole
body tingled from the erotic contact.

The bare plastic of the table was cold against my naked ass.  My jeans
and briefs were at my knees.

Kurt knelt again in front of me and untied my shoe laces, then pulled my
running shoes off, setting them carefully aside, then pulled my jeans
the rest of the way off, and finally my briefs, sliding those down
slowly, almost reverently.  He kept glancing up at me, and I could see
this was as exciting to him as it was to me. He kept licking his lips
and glancing from my face to my crotch, and touching me gently in
intimate places.

I was seated on the examination table, naked except for my white sox.

Kurt spread my legs wide apart and stroked my inner thighs, caressing
them gently.  He leaned down and put his face near my crotch.  I
thought he was going to lick me there, or kiss me, but he didn't, he
just breathed softly on my inner thighs, and my whole body tingled.

My cock was pulled up tight against my belly, achingly hard.  He played
with my balls some more, then ran the tip of his fore-finger up the
shaft of my cock to the tip.  Precum was oozing from it, and he rubbed
that around on the super-sensitive head.

It was almost like torture, I wanted to grab his hands and make him
stroke my cock properly, make me cum, but I felt that I was forbidden to
say anything, I had to go along with his program.

"How does that feel," he asked.

"Mmmm," was all I could say.

I was naked except for my sox, which he left on.  I understand now how
sexy just one item of clothing on an otherwise naked body can be, but at
the time it seemed a little strange to me that he stopped there.

Kurt stood again, and guided me to lie down on my back on the table,
pulling me to the end so he could lift my legs into the stirrups.  The
metal was cold, and I gasped, but never resisted.  He used leather
straps to restrain me at my wrists and ankles, and I didn't question
that, I was totally under his spell.

When I was naked and tied helplessly to the examining table, Kurt
removed the rest of his own clothes, stripping off his shorts, revealing
his naked body in all its glory.  He kept his deck shoes on, and I liked
that, it emphasized his nakedness.

I was watching him hungrily, thrilled at the sight of his totally naked
form.

His cock was hard like mine, but stood out straight from his groin,
looking huge and demanding.  It was the first time I had seen another
male's erection, and I couldn't take my eyes off it, it looked so big
and hard and sexy.  I wanted to feel it, as he had felt mine.

But now it was time for the "exam."

Kurt must have planned this carefully, imagining what he would do.  He
moved confidently as he opened drawers and took out a selection of
medical instruments, including a stethoscope, a hammer, and a shiny
metal thing that looked like a weird gun, laying them out neatly on
a table to one side.

First came the stethoscope, which he used in places I'm sure no real
doctor has ever gone with it, placing it slowly and gently all over my
body, pressing it against me and listening intently, then moving it a
few inches to press and rub and listen again.  He would tell me to
breath in or cough and I would dutifully obey, and he would nod his head
and move on to another place on my body.

It tickled a little in some places, but I gritted my teeth and endured
it.

In other places it aroused me, intensifying my erection and making my
balls churn in their sac with pent-up boy juice, desperate for release.
When he pressed it against my nipples I gasped, feeling a thrill of
excitement, aroused by the touch of a strange hand in a place I suddenly
found was erogenous.  My belly too was suddenly sensitive to the
pressure, especially my navel.

Kurt probed and pushed and rubbed and listened all over my naked body.
He watched my face the whole time, and when he found a spot that got a
reaction, he would stay there, poking and rubbing carefully, getting me
more and more aroused, more and more desperate for release.

Finally he reached my groin, where he went all around the base of my
erection with the metal disk, pressing and rubbing.  My cock twitched
and throbbed, desperate for attention.  I gasped and moaned.

With my legs raised in the air and spread wide apart he had easy access
to my most private places, and pressed the cold metal of the stethoscope
against my balls.  Then he lifted those gently and placed the instrument
against the blood-engorged flesh beneath them.  Then he rubbed it on
my tight pink boyhole.

Then he went back to my cock and repeated the whole sequence, as though
needing to verify my responses.  I panted and sighed.

I loved it all.

With the hand that wasn't pressing the stethoscope against my naked skin
he stroked and prodded me other places, rubbing my armpits and thighs,
arousing me still further.  I was dizzy and gasping with need.

Occasionally he would ask me questions, his voice very serious, as
though the answers really meant something.

"How does this feel?" as he pressed the stethoscope against my belly.

"Mmm," I replied, not sure what the right answer was.  It felt good,
but I was having trouble articulating, my mind was deep in some primal
pool of raw sex and emotion, horny and engorged with lust, desperate for
something more.

"And this?" as he pressed the stethoscope against my balls.

"Mmm, hmm," I grunted urgently, trying to encourage him.

Next he picked up the small rubber hammer and started tapping it all
over my naked teen flesh.

I'd had medical exams, and the only places the doctor ever used that
implement were my knees and elbows, testing my reflexes, but Kurt once
again explored my entire body with the black rubber mallet, tapping and
probing and stroking.

Again I found that my body responded in ways I had never imagined, and
under the naked teen sex-fiend's expert touch my entire body was soon an
uninterrupted erogenous zone.

Kurt tapped my nipples and navel and naked balls, gently, erotically.

Then my naked ass hole.  He probed there with the dark hard rubber and I
felt my heart throb deafeningly as he probed harder and harder, as
though he meant to push it inside me.

My achingly hard erection was oozing steadily by then, and a pool of
precum had collected in my navel.  As he pressed the hammer into my bare
vulnerable asshole and I felt my sphincter twitch and open, and the
rubber threatened to enter, Kurt leaned down and licked slowly from my
chest to my navel, sucking my nipples, first one, then the other, then
licking my taught, quivering abs, then slurping up the sticky cock juice
from my belly, and finally licking the head of my cock, lapping at the
big wet drops that flowed from its tip.

I moaned and panted and grunted wordlessly.  I wanted him to suck my
cock now, engulf it with his hot wet mouth and make me cum, I felt like
I was right on the edge, I could pop my nuts with just a little more
stimulation, Kurt's mouth would do it.  I lifted my hips from the
table, trying to push my hard cock into his sexy mouth.

But then he lifted his head from my groin and pulled the hammer away
from my ass hole and stepped back.

"I need to look inside you now," he said seriously.

I looked up dizzily and said "OK", desperate for anything that might
offer release, not caring what he meant, trusting him to continue.  I
gulped as I saw his naked body fully displayed to me, his muscles
glistening with perspiration, his cock sticking out totally hard.  He
followed my gaze and reached down to stroke himself.

Then he smiled and posed for me, flexing his muscles, caressing his
naked body, stroking his cock, sucking his fingers and then using them
to wet his nipples, squeezing big drops of fluid from the tip of his
erection and rubbing them on his nipples, licking them up, rubbing them
on me.

I twisted and thrashed on the table, helpless, desperate, wild with lust
for the awesome blond muscle boy.

Kurt opened a drawer and pulled latex gloves one by one from a box,
pulling them on, then taking out a tube of something that he squeezed
onto his gloved fingers.  It was a clear, wet-looking gel.

Stepping between my legs, he rubbed his fingers against my asshole, and
it felt cold and wet and slippery.

He pushed gently, and his finger slid inside me easily.

I gasped, thrilled by the forbidden intrusion.  This was strange and
exciting.

Kurt pushed his finger in slowly, deeper and deeper, wiggling it gently,
and my cock throbbed and oozed harder.  Then he found a spot inside me
that was like he was pressing a button that controlled my balls and
cock, making them churn and expand and fill with hot urgent delight.  He
rubbed that slowly for a while as I moaned and begged for more.

"How's that?"  he asked quietly.

"Mmm.  Yes!" I gasped.

Kurt's other hand, the one that wasn't buried up my tight virgin teen
asshole, was slowly stroking my bare inner thighs, my balls, my abs, my
naked chest, my hard cock.

Then he pulled his finger out of my asshole and stepped back.

"Ready?" he asked, looking at me intently.

I nodded, gasping with need.  I had no idea what he meant, I had
forgotten where I was, what had gone before, or what was next, but I
wanted him to go on, I wanted him to use me, arouse me, own me.

Kurt picked up the speculum - to me it was just a shiny metal device
that looked dangerous, mysterious, thrilling.  He wet it thoroughly with
that slippery stuff from the tube, then stepped between my legs again.

"This may be uncomfortable at first," I heard him say.  I was dazed,
drunk with sex and need.

"Mmm," I responded.  I didn't care what he did to me, I was his.

He pressed the speculum against my asshole and I felt myself stretched
slowly wider and wider.  At first I welcomed it, but then the stretching
continued, and started to hurt.  I grunted.

"Just relax," Kurt said, rubbing my belly, "let it in, we're almost
there," and he pressed harder, and my asshole stretched farther, and
just when I thought he was ripping me apart it popped in.  I gasped.

"Does it hurt?"  Kurt asked.

"Mmm-hmm," I panted.

He pulled it out and said "I think we need more of the lubricant," and
he picked up the tube of gel, and squeezed lots of it onto his fingers
and worked it up my asshole.  That felt good, as he fucked me with his
fingers, first one, then two.  He did that several times, and I relaxed,
and when he had me dripping with lube he picked up the speculum again
and this time slid it in with no trouble.  It still felt too big, but as
he worked it in deeper, it felt good, and my cock jerked and oozed
again.

Kurt fucked me slowly with the speculum.  I felt myself losing control.
I looked at him, my mouth open, my jaw slack, my whole body was starting
to throb and twitch.

He started to stroke my cock with his other hand, and that was all it
took.  The minute he wrapped his fingers around my erection it was as
though a circuit had been completed.  I started to cum.

I threw my head back and let out a long wail of ecstasy as my balls
suddenly exploded and huge wads of hot teen cum shot from the tip of my
cock and plastered my face and chest and abs.

Kurt watched for a moment, speechless, then exploded into rage, hitting
the table with his hands.

"No!  You weren't supposed to do that yet!  I wasn't ready!"

I was terrified, and tried to move away from him, but couldn't get far
with my ankles and wrists tied down.  The speculum shot out of my ass
and clattered to the floor.  My cock was still throbbing and spurting, I
felt like I would never stop cumming.

"I'm sorry!" I wailed.  "I couldn't help it!  Please don't be mad."

I was on the verge of tears, crying and cumming at the same time,
afraid and in ecstasy.

Kurt was standing there stroking his own cock, pounding the table, and
as my boner jerked and spurted, still pumping out my hot teen cum, he
started cumming too.  His face went slack, then got all contorted, then
he fell forward between my legs on top of me, grunting and swearing, his
face buried in my chest.  He hugged my naked, cum-soaked body to his
with one arm as he worked his cock with the other.

"Oh fuck! Fuck yeah! Cumming! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Afterwards Kurt got some paper towels and cleaned me up before he
released me from the straps holding me down on the table.  He didn't say
anything, and wouldn't look at my face, and I was starting to feel
uncomfortable, realizing, now that my lust was exhausted, that we had
done something forbidden and dirty.

I slid off the table and stood shakily as he gathered up the instruments
he had been using on me and carried them to the sink and dumped them
into it.  We were both still naked, and I was still coated with my cum
and his, the wetness feeling cool on my bare skin.  Kurt was standing
with his back to me at the sink as I walked up behind him.

"We have to clean up," he mumbled.  "My folks will be home soon."

I reached out and stroked his naked back, letting my fingers trace the
muscles leading down to his beautiful round firm ass.

He froze, then turned abruptly and wrapped his arms around me and
clasped our naked bodies together desperately, burying his face in my
shoulder.

"Did I hurt you?" he choked out.  It sounded like he was crying.

I returned his hug, holding him tightly.

"No," I lied.  "I liked it."  That part was true.  Besides, I was so
totally infatuated with him, I'd have endured anything he asked.

And that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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