Date: Wed,  6 Aug 2003 23:21:31 -0700
From: auto92012@hush.com
Subject: Recovered Memories, part 2

Part 2
(M/M, inc, anal, enema, fist)

I wrote this partly to work out my own personal issues and partly, of
course, to get off.

This story follows a young guy who starts to remember that his dad had
sex with him at an early age, and he must decide how to deal with it.
Should he identify himself as a victim or take a different approach?
Should he look on it as a good thing or a bad thing? Should he confront
his dad? What should he do when he starts his own family? You'll find
answers to these questions and many more in upcoming chapters.

In this chapter, Sean visits an old family friend, Dr. Chandra, for a
thorough exam.

This story is completely fictional.

Have you experienced a sexual relationship with your father or son? If
so, please drop me a line at auto92012@hush.com. Send any questions or
constructive comments about the story too, since I hate writing in a
vacuum.

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RECOVERED MEMORIES - Part 2

Sean Stewart left work an hour early the following Monday and drove to
the doctor's office. He'd been seeing Dr. Parag Chandra since he was
a toddler. He looked up to the handsome, avuncular Indian doctor as something
of a father figure.

Dr. Chandra had left his home behind for medical school and a new life
in America. After that first office visit, the lonely young doctor quickly
befriended the two Stewarts: Sean and the boy's father Jack. He visited
their house almost daily over the years. In a fractured attempt at Hindi,
 the little boy started calling him "Doc-ji." Dr. Chandra was delighted
and returned the favor by calling him "Sean-ji." The nicknames stuck.

Sean arrived at the doctor's office, signed in, and sat down to wait.
Just then, out of his hazy childhood memories his mind produced a clear
scene of Dr. Chandra visiting him and his father at home. He remembered
sitting in Doc-ji's lap wrapped snugly in a hug, with the man's mustache
tickling the back of his head, hairy arms tickling his sides and ...

"Wait," Sean thought, "I also remember feeling his hairy chest rubbing
against my back and his hairy legs against my legs. I must have been
naked when I sat in his lap. Well, Dad always said I was a little nudist
back then. But if I felt his chest and leg hair, was Doc-ji naked too?"
He tried to recall more details, but the scene fell out of focus and
back into the subconscious depths of Sean's memory.

Just then the doctor's long-time male nurse, James, opened the door and
ushered him down the hall to an examination room. "Just make yourself
comfortable, Sean," he said. "Doctor -- uh, Doc-ji -- will be with you
in a few minutes."

"Thanks." When James left, Sean removed his dress shirt and slacks and
folded them neatly on a chair, then removed his shoes and socks. Since
he never wore underwear, he was now completely nude. He saw nothing unusual
about stripping naked for a doctor's appointment; Doc-ji always had him
do that, ever since that first childhood exam. He sat in a chair by the
exam table and waited, shivering occasionally in the air-conditioned
chill.

"Sean-ji!" Dr. Chandra said as he bustled in. His thousand-watt smile
lit up the room. The big man swept Sean out of the chair and crushed
him in a bear hug, then held him at arm's length and beamed. "How is
my boy? You are so grown up and handsome!"

"Oh, you always say that, Doc-ji."

"I only speak the truth! How is your father? I have not seen Jack in
awhile."

"I guess he's okay. I haven't talked to him much lately."

The doctor frowned. "Are you angry with him, Sean-ji?"

"Well, you know we never really got along. All through my teenage years
he bullied me and called me names. I still don't know why. After I got
engaged to Kate last month, he just got more and more distant. He gave
me monosyllabic answers when I called and tried to talk. So now I don't
call."

Dr. Chandra looked thoughtful. "It has been about a month since I saw
Jack at the country club. It seems he is unhappy about your engagement.
I cannot imagine why. Kate is a delightful woman."

"Yes, she is. I .. don't deserve her." Sean's eyes filled with tears.

The doctor scooped the naked young man into another bear hug, stroking
Sean's hair. "Sean-ji, little one, what is wrong?"

"That's why I'm here, Doc-ji. I can't ... I can't get an erection. Not
when I'm with Kate, not anytime. I don't know what's wrong!"

Dr. Chandra kissed Sean's forehead. "Whatever it is, we will make it
right." He released Sean from the hug and playfully goosed the young
man's bare ass. "You know the routine, Sean-ji. Brace yourself against
the exam table and bend over so we can get started." The doctor took
a chair and rolled into place behind the young man.

"Yes, Doc-ji." Again, Sean saw nothing unusual about this. Ever since
Sean was a boy, Dr. Chandra always began the exam by giving him an enema.

He soon felt the familiar touch of the doctor's lubed fingers probing
into his hole, preparing it for the speculum nozzle. As he had been taught
to do long ago, Sean relaxed his anal muscles to allow the doctor easier
entry. As usual he felt two fingers gently slide into him full-length,
 then three, then four. With the doctor's fingers holding his anus wide
open, Sean felt the massive nozzle stretching him even wider and sliding
deep into his gut. Through it all he felt no pain, only a comforting
fullness.

"I'm starting the water now, Sean-ji." With that he felt the first gush
of warm water enter his bowels. Soon the cramps hit. When they did, another
memory suddenly flashed into Sean's mind, photographic in its detail:
on those childhood visits to the doctor, Jack Stewart would hold Sean
in place while Dr. Chandra gave him the enema. Jack would talk soothingly
and gently rub his son's bare stomach to ease the cramps. Then Sean remembered
later exams, after the age of 10 or so, when Daddy wasn't there to hold
him. Dr. Chandra was a kind man but Sean felt so alone and naked without
his father. Why did his dad pull away from him? He still didn't know.
He felt tears welling up.

Another cramp hit his rapidly filling intestines and he grunted.

"Cramps, Sean-ji?"

"Ugh .. yes, Doc-ji," Sean replied in a shaky voice. Without a word,
Dr. Chandra reached around Sean's middle and gently massaged his stomach.
The young man felt a wave of relief and affection. "Thank you, Doc-ji.
That feels better."

"Good boy." The doctor leaned forward and kissed Sean on the back, tickling
the young man's spine with his mustache. "I only want to make you feel
good." He kept stroking Sean's stomach with one hand. Three fingers of
his other hand were buried in Sean's body, holding the nozzle and gently
stirring his patient's guts with it. With his fingertips he tickled Sean's
prostate and colon walls; Sean responded with a squirm and a laugh.

"None of that, boy," Dr. Chandra said with mock sternness. "You will
dislodge everything and make an almighty mess!" He repeated the movement
inside Sean.

"Stop it, Doc-ji, that tickles!" the young man laughed, trying desperately
not to move again. This was an old game they always played together to
take Sean's mind off the cramps. He had another sudden flash of memory:
they used to call this the 'tummy tickle.' His dad would hold him tight
while it happened, naked little Sean giggling and squirming in Jack's
vise grip while Doc-ji's fingers tickled him inside his gut. They played
other games too, didn't they? He tried to remember more, but the memory
faded as quickly as it had flared.

The flow of water into his intestines tapered off. "Okay, Sean-ji, hold
that for a few minutes. I will remove the nozzle and insert the plug
so you do not make a mess on the way to the restroom." He reached for
a sizable black rubber buttplug lying nearby. In a single deft movement,
 he pulled the nozzle out of Sean's gaping hole along with his fingers,
 then shoved in the plug. It slid into place with a slurping noise, allowing
only a tiny trickle of water to escape.

Dr. Chandra

Dr. Chandra motioned Sean to sit on the exam table, then hopped up next
to him and put an arm around his bare shoulder. "I do not believe there
is a physical reason for your erectile problems," the doctor said. "I
felt your prostate earlier and it is perfectly normal. There are none
of the telltale signs of vascular problems with your penis or any other
usual sign. What else is going on in your life, Sean-ji?"

"Well, there's our engagement of course," Sean said. "I'm so excited
about marrying Kate but it's stressful too. Dad and I are getting along
even worse than usual. And I'm not sleeping well. I have these awful
nightmares that I can't remember afterwards. I just know that when I
wake up it takes me a few seconds to stop feeling like a little boy and
remember that I'm a grownup."

"What do you think is causing the nightmares?"

"I'm embarrassed to say," Sean said. "It's just wild conjecture on my
part. I have no evidence."

"I know you are a lawyer now, Sean-ji, but we are not in court," the
doctor said, squeezing Sean's shoulder. "Tell me about your 'wild conjecture.'"

"I ... I think I may have been sexually abused as a child," he whispered,
 "but I can't remember anything clearly, I don't know who it was, and
I have no evidence that it's true." He paused. "Doc-ji, do you think
I'm crazy?"

Dr. Chandra frowned and looked at his shoes. He appeared to be deliberating
with himself.

"No," he said at last. "My sweet hurting little boy, I do not think you
are crazy." He kissed Sean on the forehead. The young man leaned into
him and shook silently. The doctor wrapped his arm tighter around Sean
and rocked him silently for a few minutes, mussing his hair and rubbing
his bare shoulders.

He kissed Sean on the nose. "I do not think you are crazy because I think
there *is* evidence of it."

"How do you mean, Doc-ji?"

"There are certain physical signs that you should consider," said the
doctor, appearing to pick his words with care. "When an adult has frequent
sexual relations with a boy very early in life, that sex can literally
mold and shape the boy's growing body. For instance, if a very young
boy were to be anally penetrated very frequently, his body would grow
to accommodate an adult penis. His anus would become much more flexible
than normal, and his colon would be almost literally molded around the
penis. What I am trying to say, Sean-ji, is .. well ..  have you noticed
that your anus is unusually flexible, that it is capable of dilating
extremely widely?"

Sean looked at him, confused. "Is it? I don't have any frame of reference.
What do you mean?"

The doctor sighed. He hopped off the exam table and patted it. "Lie down,
 Sean-ji. Let me show you." As Sean lay down, Dr. Chandra pulled stirrups
up from each side of the table and placed Sean's legs in them. He moved
to the foot of the table and spread the stirrups, forcing Sean's legs
wide apart.

Dr. Chandra held up a finger. "Now Sean-ji, when I give a rectal exam
to most men they find it painful. It requires a great deal of lubrication
and care just to partially insert one finger."

He licked his finger, then unceremoniously popped it full-length into
Sean's hole. The young man showed no reaction. He removed it and held
up his hand. Sean's eyes followed the moving hand. He licked a second
finger and slid both of them into Sean. He repeated the action with a
third finger. On the fourth finger Sean winced slightly.

"Okay, Doc-ji, I think I see your point. My butt's a little easier to
open than most guys. What does it mean?"

Dr. Chandra didn't answer. His gaze was fixed on the young man's anus,
 where his four fingers were still buried. As if in a trance, he slowly
removed his fingers and held up his hand. He licked his thumb.

"Doc-ji?"

The doctor appeared not to hear Sean at all. He lowered his hand back
toward Sean's hole, all five fingers now glistening with saliva. He slid
four fingers back into Sean's body, then folded his thumb against his
palm.

"Doc-ji?" Sean's voice was edged with panic. "What are you... what..."

With a slight shove, Dr. Chandra's entire hand disappeared into Sean's
spasming anus. The young man's smooth, pale ass was stretched tight around
the man's dark, hairy wrist.

"Ow! Doc-ji, what are you doing?" Sean cried. He felt the doctor's fist
clenching and unclenching deep in his guts, twisting and turning, poking
deeper and deeper. Dr. Chandra's wrist disappeared into the hole and
Sean began to feel the thick, coarse hair of the man's arm scratching
him inside. "Doc-ji, please! It hurts!"

Dr. Chandra's head snapped up to look into Sean's eyes. He appeared to
awaken from a trance. His fist stopped moving.

"Oh, my little boy," he said quietly, "I got carried away. I am sorry."
He began to slowly withdraw his arm and fist, but stopped at the wrist.
His eyes widened. With his free hand he pointed at Sean's crotch. "Look,
 Sean-ji!"

Sean looked, and his jaw dropped. For the first time in weeks, his penis
was rock-hard. A thick thread of precum connected the engorged head with
his flat stomach.

Dr. Chandra flexed his hand inside his patient's colon. Sean's penis
responded with a hard lurch and another thick glob of precum.

"Oh God, Doc-ji," Sean hissed. "It hurts but..."

"It feels good too?"

Sean groaned in response. "It's been so long, Doc-ji, I haven't cum in
weeks, oh God..."

The doctor hefted Sean's balls with his free hand. They bulged in his
palm, ripe with sperm.

In a haze of pleasure, pain and confusion, Sean didn't hear Dr. Chandra
unzipping or see him step out of his slacks and underwear. He *did* feel
the doctor's big hand withdrawing from his raw hole, and he whined with
frustrated sexual need.

"Ssshh, my little boy," Dr. Chandra crooned. "I will make you feel better."
The doctor's foreskin retracted slowly from his glistening cockhead.
He placed the throbbing head at the entrance to Sean's shivering body.
With a single powerful thrust, he buried himself to the balls. Eight
thick inches rammed in and out, churning the insides of the howling boy.

"Ahh, God! Doc-ji! Ahh..." Sean's cock was dark red with its long-delayed
engorgement. A steady stream of precum poured out of his piss slit, puddled
on his belly and slowly trickled down his smooth flanks.

Sweat poured off Dr. Chandra's big frame as he pounded Sean's body. "My
little boy .. my little boy," he chanted. "I will make you feel better
. like I did so many times before...my little boy..." After what seemed
like hours, the doctor gripped Sean's legs and brutally forced in his
cock as hard and deep as he could. Sean felt white-hot jets of cum spurt
deep inside his spasming guts.

His head slammed back and forth and he arched his back. With a loud cry
he shot long thick streamers of cum onto his face, hair, chest and belly.
Cum shot into his gaping mouth and up his nostrils, causing him to cough
and gag and swallow. Cum dripped out of his soaking-wet hair and into
his ears. He felt he was drowning in a wave of his own hot semen.

The exhausted doctor collapsed atop him, smearing Sean's massive load
all over the two of them. The young man's eyes were closed and his mouth
hung open. Both were panting and gasping for breath. The smells of sweat
and cum were overpowering. Dr. Chandra found the young man's slack mouth
and explored it deeply with his tongue.

Sean's eyes opened and met Dr. Chandra's warm gaze. "Agh," he tried to
speak but the doctor's probing tongue got in the way. He squirmed under
the doctor's weight, which called to his attention the fact that the
man's thick meat was still embedded in his body.

Dr. Chandra finally pulled back, looking into Sean's cum-streaked face.
Sean's big blue eyes were wide with confusion.

"What happened? Why did I get hard when you put your hand in me? Why
did you ... fuck me? What does it have to do with my memories of sexual
abuse? I don't understand. I don't..."

The doctor placed a hand over Sean's mouth. "Shush now, just relax, Sean-
ji. We will figure it all out."

Sean felt the doctor's thick cock stirring once again in his ravaged
anus. The man began to slowly pump into him again. The exhausted, sweaty,
 naked boy groaned.

"Doc-ji ... God that feels good ... I don't know if I can take more..."

"Of course you can, my sweet little boy," Dr. Chandra crooned in his
ear. "You were born for this." He withdrew his cock completely from Sean's
body, then speared in again. "You were born for this," he repeated.

Next: Sean visits his bartender, and more.

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