Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2011 22:15:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: B Stories <bstories2011@yahoo.com>
Subject: Annual Checkup

"Annual Checkup"

by bstories2011

WARNING! This story contains explicit sex between underaged boys. Do not
read it if it is illegal for your to do so, or if this material offends
you. This story is entirely fictional. The characters in it are not
real. The acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author. Do
not use this story as a guide for how to behave in real life. That would be
a terrible idea. Instead, follow the law and use your own judgement and
sense of morality. This is a fantasy. Enjoy!

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*

This story is one of three, in a collaborative challenge taken on by three
authors. We decided to each write our own take on a different boy getting a
genital exam by the same doctor. Look for the following "Doctor
Examination" stories featuring Dr. Samuel Hampton:

'Lingering Touch' by Paramoe (paramoe1954@hushmail.com) 'First Physical' by
Joshua Seeker (JSWalker24@gmail.com)

*

Julian was in the waiting room with his dad at Dr. Hampton's clinic. They'd
been waiting for about 20 minutes now and he was getting increasingly
nervous. He kept telling himself he had no reason to worry. This was just a
routine annual checkup. Only he remembered from previous years that
Dr. Hampton would always ask him to get completely naked and that part of
the examination involved checking his genitals. Julian had never been a shy
boy, but lately his little penis had started to get hard whenever he
thought about it too much or felt something rub against it. Sometimes it
even got hard for no reason. He didn't fully understand why it did that,
but he knew he enjoyed the sensation it gave him when he pressed on it
while it was hard. At night he would push his little stiffy into the
mattress and just enjoy the feeling. That was fun, but it felt like he was
doing something he wasn't supposed to. He'd never told anyone about it, but
he instinctively understood that it was something very private.

Now he was afraid that his penis would get hard during the examination,
while the doctor touched him. Just the thought of that happening made him
uncomfortable. The worst part was that his father would be in the room the
whole time. If he got hard in front of his dad, he thought he was going to
die of embarrassment.

When the nurse called his name, Julian got up and told his dad that he'd
prefer to go in alone and asked if he could wait for him out here. But his
dad wouldn't hear of it.

"What are you talking about? Julian, don't be silly. Let's go."

Dr. Hampton let them both in the examination room and closed the door
behind them. He was a handsome man in his mid-30s, always very friendly
with Julian. He smiled at the boy when they came in.

"Hello, Julian," he said. "Wow, you sure are growing up into a handsome
young man. I can hardly believe you're already 10." He looked at Julian's
dad and added, "Time flies, doesn't it?"

Dr. Hampton instructed Julian to get undressed. Hesitantly, Julian took off
his shirt, shoes, socks and pants, handing each item to his father, who
folded them and placed them neatly on a chair. He was now down to his
little white briefs and his heart was racing.

"Can I keep my underwear on?" he asked.

"Well, this is new. Are you turning into a prude in your old age?"
Dr. Hampton joked. "You never had a problem getting undressed when you were
younger."

"Yeah," his dad said, "I don't know what's gotten into him, but I noticed
he was getting a bit self-conscious about his body lately."

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about," Dr. Hampton said. "Some boys get like
that as they approach puberty. It's a shame that our society breeds these
concerns into them, really, but what can we do?" Dr. Hampton smiled and
winked at Julian's dad, then turned back to Julian and said, "You can keep
them on for now, young man, but they'll have to come off sooner or later."

He made Julian stand on the scale and wrote down his height and weight on a
chart. Then he made him sit on the examination table and used his
instruments to look inside his eyes and mouth and ears. Then he used his
stethoscope to listen to Julian's heartbeat and lungs, applying the cold
instrument on his bare chest first, telling Julian to take deep breaths or
to cough, and then did the same thing on his back. While he did this, the
doctor would place his other hand on Julian's body to keep him steady. His
hand felt big and strong and warm, comforting compared to the cold,
clinical invasiveness of the instruments. When he was done, Dr. Hampton
rubbed Julian's back for a second before moving away from him.

He then poked around his belly for a while, checking his organs. It felt
weird and uncomfortable. Julian's father was watching the whole thing with
a blank expression.

"Everything looks good so far," Dr. Hampton said. "You seem like a very
healthy boy." He then grabbed hold of Julian's right leg and sort of
massaged it a little, moving his his hands gradually up his thigh toward
his crotch. Julian tensed a little the closer the doctor's hands got to his
genitals. His hands felt good on his leg, but he knew the moment of taking
off his underwear was getting closer. This wasn't the time to get a stiffy!

"Muscles are developing quite nicely," Dr. Hampton said. "I wouldn't be
surprised if the boy entered puberty soon."

"Really?" Julian's dad asked. "But he's only 10."

"Some boys are early bloomers. He might enter puberty as early as next
year, though it's hard to say. It might also not happen until age 12 or
even later." He let go of Julian's leg.

"I'm afraid we're gonna have to remove those underwear now," he said.

Julian felt himself blushing, but he knew there was no getting out of
this. He got off the table and pulled his underwear off. His penis was
behaving and staying soft, for now at least. He got back up on the exam
table and the doctor told him to spread his legs a little. Then he took his
penis into his right hand and pulled back the foreskin gently. It slid back
all the way, revealing the little pink head underneath.

"Gotta make sure to always clean up real good underneath the foreskin,
Julian. You're lucky to be uncircumcised, but it also means you have to
take extra care with proper hygiene." As he explained how to wash properly,
the doctor's fingers were still handling Julian's penis. He was sort of
rubbing lightly at the base of the head, demonstrating which areas needed
special attention during bath time.

By the time Dr. Hampton slid the foreskin back over the head, Julian was
holding his breath and trying to concentrate on something else, as he felt
the inevitable start to happen. Despite his best efforts, his little dick
started to fill up, and he knew there was no way to stop it. He felt
himself blushing again his dick stood up and hardened into a proper little
three-inch erection.

"Oh, look who just woke up," joked Dr. Hampton. "Don't be embarrassed about
it, Julian. It just means that part of your body is as healthy as the rest
of you. That looks like a nice, healthy erection to me." His hand was still
on Julian's now rock-hard little shaft and he pulled the foreskin all the
way back one more time to check that there was no resistance, then
stretched it back over the head once more.

Julian's dad cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably as he tried to
look away from his son's little erection, though his eyes kept returning to
it. Dr. Hampton looked up at him and said, "You're not gonna start
blushing, too, I hope?" Julian's father did exactly that and laughed
nervously. Dr. Hampton shook his head and sighed, but he was smiling as he
turned his attention back to Julian's genitals. He had let go of Julian's
erection and was now feeling up his balls. Every once in a while, Julian's
penis would throb and bounce a little, as if it were alive, and in spite of
how embarrassed he was, Julian realized that he was hoping the doctor would
put his hand on it again.

His father, who hadn't said a word since Julian's underwear came off, was
visibly uncomfortable with the situation. While the doctor continued to
examine his balls, his dad walked away and turned his back to them. He did
it very casually and pretended to look at some chart on the wall. Julian
saw him put one hand in his pocket and it looked like he was readjusting
something in the front of his pants.

Dr. Hampton had finished his inspection. He glanced at Julian's father, who
was still fidgeting in the corner like a fool with his back turned to them,
and then grabbed hold of Julian's throbbing erection once more. He held it
more firmly than before and gave it four or five good strokes along the
length of the shaft, which sent waves of electrifying pleasure racing
throughout Julian's immature body. When the doctor finally let go of his
dick, Julian found himself involuntarily pushing his hips forward, trying
to prolong the contact with the man's hand. He felt embarrassed about it as
soon as he did it, but Dr. Hampton just smiled and winked at him.

Then he told him to put his underwear back on. The examination was over.

*

ONE YEAR LATER...

Julian was in the waiting room with his dad at Dr. Hampton's clinic. They'd
been waiting for about 20 minutes now and he was getting increasingly
excited. The memory of what had happened in the exam room almost exactly a
year ago was still fresh in his mind, as though it had happened
yesterday. He'd been over those events in his mind dozens of time. It was
almost always what he thought about while he humped his mattress at
night. He also thought about it when he washed his penis in the bath or
shower, remembering how Dr. Hampton had rubbed all the parts underneath the
foreskin that he needed to pay special attention to and how that had got
him hard. He always got hard while washing his penis, just like he did in
the exam room.

Julian's penis was already hard as he sat in the waiting room and imagined
what the doctor would soon do to him. He had yearned for the man's hands to
touch his penis again for a whole year, and now the waiting was almost
over. The only thing that made him a little nervous was the presence of his
dad. Julian remembered how embarrassing it had been to be hard and exposed
in front of his dad last year. He knew his father had been embarrassed
about it also, so he was hoping that perhaps this year he would let him go
into the exam room alone. Julian understood that the stroking the doctor
had done last year while his father wasn't looking hadn't been part of the
examination. The thought of what Dr. Hampton might do to him if they were
left alone almost made him dizzy.

At last, Julian's name was called, but to his disappointment his father
followed him into the exam room. Dr. Hampton greeted him as warmly as
always, then made some chit-chat with his dad before instructing Julian to
undress. As he started to take off his clothes, Julian remembered how the
doctor and his dad had commented on his reluctance to get completely
undressed last year. This year was even more embarrassing for him, since
his penis was already hard. His instinct was to keep his underwear on for
as long as he could and delay the inevitable. But on the other hand, he
thought maybe if his dad saw his erection right away, he'd get
uncomfortable and start looking at the charts on the walls again, or maybe
even decide to go wait in the other room. Julian decided to be brave, and
without hesitation, he pulled off his white briefs then stood on the scale
with his little erection pointing straight out. He'd expected Dr. Hampton
to make a joke, but to his surprise, no one said anything about
it. Dr. Hampton was smiling, but his dad's face betrayed no emotion at all.

The complete lack of reaction from his dad was not only unexpected but also
a bit suspect. As Dr. Hampton wrote down his weight and measurements,
Julian observed his father. Yes, there was definitely something artificial
about his calm demeanour, as though he was making great efforts to control
his breathing and act normal. It reminded Julian of something that had
happened shortly after last year's exam, which he'd forgotten about until
now. His dad had come into the washroom while Julian was in the bath and
had asked him if he'd remembered to wash under the foreskin the way
Dr. Hampton had told him to. Julian said that he had, but then his father
asked if he could show him, just to make sure he was doing it right, he'd
said. Julian had pulled the foreskin back to show his father how he washed
it. As he did so, his penis got hard, like it always did. His father had
watched the whole thing with a blank expression, then said "Good" and
left. Julian hadn't really thought anything of it then, but now he thought
he recognized the same kind of concentrated neutral expression on his
father's face.

Dr. Hampton made Julian sit on the exam table and told his dad that he
could have a seat if he wanted, pointing to a chair that was placed
directly in front of the exam table. His father hesitated for a moment,
then said "Sure," and seated himself. From where he was sitting, he had a
perfect view of Julian's crotch. While Dr. Hampton was busy going through a
file and scribbling some notes, Julian and his dad just stared at each
other in silence. The boy could almost feel his father's eyes on his hard
little cock, which gave him a weird mix of emotions ranging from
humiliation to excitement. This wasn't really going the way he'd hoped it
would. He wondered whether the doctor would have a chance to make him feel
as good as he'd done last time, now that his dad was seated in front of him
with a clear view of him.

But when Dr. Hampton finished with his paperwork, he came and stood in
front of Julian, blocking his father's view of his crotch completely,
though they could still make eye contact. The doctor wasted no time. His
left hand went straight to Julian's rock-hard penis. The boy took a deep
breath when he felt the man's fingers on his most sensitive body part. No
matter how clearly he thought he remembered the sensations from a year ago,
this was better than any memory his mind could conjure up. He almost cried
out, but he managed not to make a sound. Over Dr. Hampton's shoulder, he
could see his father watching them. Did he suspect what was going on? His
face was still as unreadable as before.

Dr. Hampton was checking Julian's ears, eyes, nose and mouth, cheerfully
giving him instructions to turn his head left or right, look at the light,
open his mouth, etc. His voice and demeanour suggested nothing unusual was
going on. Whenever the examination required him to use both hands, he would
let go of Julian's penis for however long the hand was needed elsewhere,
then it would return between his legs and gently caress, rub, grope, stroke
and otherwise tease the hard little nail.

Julian was trying with all his might not to give himself away, but it was
almost impossible not to react to the sweet sensations that were emanating
from his groin. Whenever he could, he glanced at his father to see if he
was reacting. His dad was starting to lose his composure. He kept shifting
in his seat, as though he was unable to find a comfortable position. Little
beads of sweat were forming on his brow.

Julian had not been paying any attention to the different steps of the
examination. He was hardly aware of the doctor's instructions to breathe
deeply, cough, etc. Whenever the doctor's hand let go of his penis, it was
like every cell in his body screamed for it to return. Now Dr. Hampton had
finished checking his lungs and other organs and he moved his left hand
from Julian's penis to his balls, in order to inspect them for any
anomalies. Meanwhile, his took hold of Julian's erection with his right
hand and started stroking it the way he'd done briefly at the end of last
year's exam. He did it slowly and deliberately at first, pressing his
fingers tightly against the boy's cock. Gradually, his hand picked up speed
until it settled into a fast pumping motion. His left hand was no longer
performing a medical examination of the boy's balls, but was instead
massaging them gently and sensually, occasionally wandering off to rub the
inside of his thighs or the sensitive area between his scrotum and anus.

At this point, Julian had almost completely given up on trying to hold back
from overtly reacting to the powerful sensations the doctor was providing
him. He was breathing heavily and had closed his eyes, losing himself in
the sensual pleasure that was overtaking him. Besides, even though his
father couldn't see the doctor's hand on his son's cock, there was no
mistaking the pumping motion of his right arm. Only a blind man could have
possibly remained clueless as to what was happening. When Julian opened his
eyes again, he saw that his father was slowly rubbing his crotch and had a
glazed look in his eyes.

Suddenly, the feeling in Julian's little cock started to get more and more
intense until it started twitching in the doctor's hand. Julian let out a
little yelp, wrapped his arms tightly around the doctor and pushed his hips
forward, grinding his pelvis against the man as his entire body started to
convulse. With each spasm he let out a little grunt, until finally his
orgasm subsided and he collapsed against the doctor, resting his head on
the man's shoulder while he caught his breath. The doctor rubbed and patted
his back softly, comforting him.

When Julian had recovered, he sat up and opened his eyes. He saw that his
father had his eyes closed and his head tilted back. He was panting and
sweat was dripping down his forehead, as if he had just run a
marathon. When the doctor moved away, Julian saw that there was a wet spot
in the front of his father's pants.

Dr. Hampton paid no attention to Julian's father and helped the boy get
dressed. By the time Julian was fully dressed, his father had recovered. He
was standing up and holding his jacket over his crotch, trying to cover the
wet spot with it.

"Julian is a perfectly healthy boy," Dr. Hampton said. "He doesn't seem to
have entered puberty yet, but it shouldn't be much longer now. At this
point, if you'd like me to monitor his progress more closely, we could
start scheduling check-ups more frequently, say twice a year or even every
trimester. It's entirely up to you, of course."

"Yes," Julian's dad said. "I think that might be a good idea."

Julian smiled at his dad and his dad smiled back.

"Great," Dr. Hampton said. "Then I'll see you in three months."