Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2009 13:12:50 +0000 (GMT)
From: Jonas Henley <jonas_henley@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Moon River, Ch. 02

Moon River
By Jonas Henley


Chapter 02
Pre-flight Checks


The Boy in Red.

River didn't have another name for him. He was hoping the boy's flop-haired
brother, straight hair hanging down over his eyes practically, like a
shaggy dog, would at least call him by his name when they happened to be
nearby in the bookstore at the departure lounge. Anything so that he would
have something to go by, especially at night . . . .

River shook his head and snapped out of it and walked away, back to his
family. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Lately at night, when he
would rub himself to sleep, once he verified his little brother was already
in dreamland, River found himself prone to thinking more and more about
other guys. Guys he knew at school. Guys he had seen in gym, the Y, even
friends. It was creepy, when he thought there must be something so wrong
with him, but so natural when he just let go those worries and enjoyed the
feel of his hand traveling down his hard erection at night.

Not every night did he come. He usually saved that for shower time,
anyway. But almost every night he would indulge his hands . . . his
imagination . . . .

"Hello, Earth to River," his mom said, right before she started laughing,
"Well, almost literally, get it? Earth to River? Because knowing you,
you're probably already on the moon."

Well, that was one way to say it. "Yeah, I got it."

Who was this woman with her worrying nervous chatter, anyway? He glanced
back over at the Boy in Red, still in the bookstore. He was in red again,
this time a white T-shirt with a red stripe down the sleeves, and red
stripes on his sneakers. River walked his eyes down the older boy's body
and wondered once again, why he had this fascination with boys one to two
years older than him, boys with growing, hard bodies, though still young,
and so inaccessible. Why was his mind following boys like this? Why was he
so dreamily just wanting to get to know them and yet so afraid to get to
know them?

"River! I asked you if you found a book you wanted to bring?"

"What?"

"I swear . . . . . you look a little tired. Are you running a fever?"  She
reached over and felt his head.

"Mom . . . .please not out here. I'm fine."

"I'm just wondering if you're getting sick. I don't care if the doctor did
say you were perfectly healthy after that physical on Monday. You were so
constipated that night you were walking funny, and now this . . . ."

"Mom . . . please, I said I didn't want to talk about that. I'll take Ollie
to get a book for him. Come on, Ollie."

River got up, waiting for his 9 year old little brother to join him.

"You get yourself a book, too, River," his mom said, "just in case you get
bored at some point during your vacation."

Bored?  "On the Moon?"  He asked her sarcastically.

"Don't get that tone with me, just buy a book. If you don't read it, we'll
leave it for one of the poor children that have to live up there."

He sighed and walked Ollie over to the bookstore. His eyes caught the Boy
in Red again. The Boy in Red and his own little brother were at the cash
register paying for their books. His little brother looked scarcely a year
younger. He was an inch shorter but had 2-3 more kilos on the older
boy. River watched the Boy in Red with his slimmer and more athletic
muscular body as he paid for their purchases with their credits. Just
before he took his eyes off and tried to concentrate on the task at hand,
the Boy in Red looked straight at him as he started to walk out. River
froze up briefly, looked straight away and walked his brother to the other
side of the storefront and straight to the back.

"River . . . the book I want is in the front. It's right there in the
front."

"Look, Ollie, we'll go back to the front . . . .uh . . .but the book I want
is back here."

"Where?"  asked his disbelieving brother.

"Um . . .well, maybe this one."  River pulled a book out of the Forgotten
Children's Classics section.  "I won't know until I have a look, now will
I?"

River figured he just needed a minute or so in the back, give the Boy in
Red and his shaggy brother time to walk well away. Did the Boy in Red know
he was looking at him?  'Don't be silly, I wasn't even looking at anybody.'
River reasoned with himself, flipping through the pages of the book with no
sense of purpose. 'I just happened to be looking up in that direction.'  He
closed the book he had pulled off the shelf and ran his hand over the 12
year old boy on the cover of it. Black hair all messy, black frame glasses
- glasses? How old was this book anyway? - and a jagged scar across his
forehead. He was a nice looking boy . . . . . what would he look like under
those robes?

'Great,' he thought.  'Now I'm even fancying boys in books.'

"River, I wanna get my book!"

"Yes, all right, we'll go back up front and get your book."

"Are you going to get that one, then?"  Ollie asked cheerfully.

"I guess."  He found himself wondering if the boy on the front would be as
fun to read about as he was just to fancy.

"It's a big one!" Ollie observed, pulling River out of his trance.

"What!!??"

"The book. It's a very thick one."

"Wha-? . . . .oh . . . right . . . yeah, the book. Yeah, it's . . . .uh
. . .probably thick. . . . Um, come on, lets go."  River felt suddenly
flustered, like he had been caught out, or something. He reached for his
little brother's hand to bring him along, but Ollie pulled back.

"Eww, your hand's all sweaty," Ollie exclaimed, and both boys wiped their
respective hands on their shirts. Ollie then asked his still somewhat
flustered older brother, "Do you think it's hard? It looks hard."

"What?? . . . . Oh . . . . uh, . . the book . . . . I . . . hope . . .I
mean . . . . Oh. I don't know, Ollie! I haven't read it yet! Let's go get
your book."

They returned back to their parents and little sister to show their mom
their purchases.

"Sweetheart, are you sure you're OK? You look all hot and flustered!"

"Mom, please. I'm OK."

"You're not feeling constipated again, are you?"

"Daadd!!"

"He's fine Liv, the boy's just excited, that's all."



Three days prior to this, River's family had arrived at the Third Coast
Beta Flight Center, and he received his most extensive physical to
date. Apparently, despite being tourists, they were, as well, another
science experiment, with the medical teams documenting extensively all
participants' health and physical status pre-launch. There was a second
full exam on entry through Customs for select passengers, as well as two
more on return for everyone.

It was part of the package, so to speak. Lunar tourist travel was at that
time still somewhat slightly cost prohibitive, so the first few years were
partially taxpayer subsidized. In exchange, you agreed to be part of the
scientific data looking at Space travel and Moon visits' effects on
physiology across a broad portion of the population, especially in kids,
where prior data was slim to non-existent. Unfortunately for River, the
targeted age for more extensive evaluation on these exams was 12-16 years
old.

So there River was, 3 days prior to launch at the Merida platform station
in Yucatan, standing completely naked in a large room with two doctors,
three nurses, two techs, a medical scribe and another hapless 12 year old
boy, the latter standing two feet off to his right and equally naked. His
name was Joshua, though he preferred just Josh, and he was slated for this
evening's launch. His whole family was moving to the moon, scheduled for
one year in Liminal City.

Liminal City was a predominantly North American post whose complex
straddled the libration boundaries of what was visible from the Earth,
since only 59% of the moon was visible from the Earth over time. Most of
the far side was perpetuualy facing away from the Earth and never seen. For
Liminal City then, sometimes it was mostly visible at the edge, if you had
a good telescope, of course, and sometimes mostly not visible at all.

It was originally a Chalk River research outpost. Now both Monterrey and
Berkley universities ran projects there, as well as the Pegasus
Corporation. Last count had 450+ people living year round at the complex,
including 30 children, mostly GeeBees, Free Ontarians, and Québécois. There
were, as well, up to 100-200 visitors in any given month. The max
sustainable limit was 875 people daily; but plans were already underway to
enlarge this capacity and redevelop the area as first a conference site,
and then a sustainable living development.

And Josh, along with the two other American boys and three Mexican boys all
biding their time in the waiting room, were some of the guinea pigs in the
long term projects; but then, so was River, in a way. Luna Prime had a
current visitor capacity of 1600, except it was further subdivided into
life support allotments that were not, as of yet, interchangeable
throughout the whole of the complex. The Dawson family was part of an
extended project on making Luna Prime a feasible and fully functional
tourism center, as well as central space port and supply depot.

So the two boys had already had the standard exam, as well as full body
EMRI scans, retinal imaging, blood draws, urine samples, swabs in every
orifice and mucous membrane, including mouth, throat, each nostril, ears,
and now . . . .

"Ow!"  even in the urethra. He had never had a penile swab - what 12 year
old had? - and just being told it would be uncomfortable wasn't quite
enough preparation for the pain, discomfort and humiliation of it, even
though the boy next to you had just undergone the exact same thing not 15
seconds prior. It was bad enough that the doctor spent so long feeling his
balls and ball sack. The swab was just unjust. And what the hell was an
STD?

Both boys had already been naked for the better part of an hour, having
started with a full metric measurements, and not just height and weight,
but arm and middle finger length, leg to arm ratios, waist circumference,
upper arm and thigh circumference, and on and on. Then followed a full body
electromyography scan, along with an EKG, an EEG, and a scrotal
ultrasound. The last one had been the most embarrassing to date, since both
boys were reclined on tables with enough space for a single tech to stand
between them and perform the ultrasound on first one, then the other
boy. Of course, they couldn't help but watch each other's exam.

Apparently River was only a month older than Joshua, but he stood a good 4
centimeters higher, had another 3 kilos on the boy, and, as he could easily
see during the scrotal exam, had not only a larger sac, but a darker and
more wrinkled one. Also the other boy's penis still looked like a little
boy's penis, really not much different than River's nine year old little
brother, Ollie. Josh was also uncircumcised, a feature that was still not
so common in Northamerica among those with US heritage.

Circumcision as a practice had begun to decrease at the beginning of the
century, but it actually experienced a revival during the Reorganization
Period, and a further boost during Unionization, particularly among the US,
and former US inhabitants, depending on region.

Once Canada disintegrated following the Quebec departure, Alberta and
British Columbia joined Washington, Oregon, and Northern California to form
Pacifica, and rates of circumcision among former US citizens (or their
kids, rather) increased, perhaps in response to needing some comforting
vestige of communal bonding with their former countrymen? Who knows. The
interesting thing is that rates also increased among former Canadians in
Pacifica, perhaps as a show more of 'Who the hell cares, just whatever it
takes to get on with it'. No one knows why, really, but the change was a
dramatic rise. In contrast, when New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and PEI joined
the New England contingency and became part of the US, circumcision
continued its slow decline.

For Texinos, as the Texas Latinos were now called, particularly those from
Coahuila and Nueva Leon, former Mexican States that had joined the new
Texas Republic, circumcision had almost become a point of pride in
distinguishing themselves from the rest of Mexico. As for the remaining
States, the decline stalled out and rates rose sharply in 2052 with the
signing of the treaty that established the Union of NorthAmerica (or the
UNA, for short). Again, no one is sure why, but perhaps it was an
unconscious effort to distinguish themselves from the failed EU and its
more successful remnants, like Greater Britannia, the German Alliance, or
Carpathia and, as well, from the newly emergent European-influenced
supernations of Arabia, East Africa, and The Golden Steppe.

Whatever the reason, River and most of his friends were circumcised at
birth. Still, he wasn't completely ignorant of the differences between circ
and uncirc cock. Both his friends Daniel, from school, and Chase, from
church, were uncircumcised; and he had seen them naked plenty of times in
different venues: at the YMCA, at gym in school, at church camp, at
spendovers, and other times. In fact, both these boys, among a few select
others, had participated unwittingly in River's increasing nighttime
imaginations, as he eased himself to sleep over the last couple months - as
well as during shower time, but that was a different matter. The thing is,
both their dicks were far enough into the start of puberty that he had had
plenty to see.

On the other hand, though Joshua was cute, he didn't have much in the
genital or development department to interest River, not enough to override
his primary mental occupation of embarrassment with the whole prolonged
nudity and probing bit. Still. As he stood there having said genitals
mashed, he did feel a point of pride for himself, and a bit of sympathy for
Joshua, when the two doctors declaimed their respective states of
development out-loud for the scribe, including testicular size, scrotal
development, Tanner stage, flaccid penile length, and finally the fact that
the doctor could see initial pubic hair development, though slight, on
River. Poor Joshua had to stand there and turn a deeper shade of red as his
doctor called out-loud the fact that Joshua was not only hairless, but he
had no impending signs of pubic hair development.

A flash went off near River, and he realized that the doctor had just taken
a close-up photo of Josh's pubic and genital area. That was a first. An
unnerving first. He didn't know that there would be photographs, but he
didn't have long before his own private area was similarly recorded on
camera.

"OK, Joshua," the doctor said as he stood and directed him over to a table
behind the boys, "Bend over that table and spread your legs and let's get a
good look at what we have in the backdoor region."

'Oh, god, not again,' River bemoaned to himself, but took a look behind him
and sure enough, there was his unfortunate examination compadre bent over
at the waist, his plump bottom creamy and smooth, free of any blemish
whatsoever - was it an illusion or was there the slightest jiggle in those
cheeks? They were parted slightly at the top with an increasing divide that
River couldn't help but follow downward with his eyes. His eyes probably
widened in proportion with the widening of the valley between the soft
flesh upon which he was visually feasting.

And there on the floor of the parted cheeks was the hole, the dimple and
swirled backdoor portal, one that he had never seen so clearly - only
stealing peeks here and there beforehand, except for that one day at the
YMCA last year when a 13 year old bent over and was having trouble taking
off his swim shoes. River got an eyeful then; and it was hard to tear away
from the view when his buddies walked in the change room. But this one was
so much closer, so much smoother and pinker, between such clean and perfect
creamy mountain rises. . . . .

"Oh good, you already have an erection." River heard and saw a few rapid
camera flashes go off out of the corner of his eye. His head snapped back
around to face front and see the doctor on the stool before him put the
camera down, wink, and pull out a measuring tape.

 "Don't worry, River, it's perfectly normal and happens a lot more than you
might guess. Now let's again get a few measurements: 9.5 cm long, that's
good, ridge of the glans is 4 mm from shaft, 7.25 cm circumference - very
nice thickness for your age, by the way, yes, and fully erect and standing
. . . . .oh . . . 40 degrees relative to abdomen."

River didn't think he could get much more blood to his face; it seemed to
be a competition between his face and his dick at the moment - who could
pull the most blood from his body. He heard another few pictures being
taken behind him and knew that they were getting a photograph of the boy's
bottom and probably some close-ups of his hole.

"A fine specimen there, River."  The doctor continued, "Now let's have you
turn around and step up to the exam table, there, yes, just like that. Now
move your feet apart a foot or so. Perfect. Now bend over for me and place
your chest flat against the table. Now where did I put that anoscope?"

Anoscope? What the hell was that? It didn't sound very good. The doctor
left off into a supply room and River stood back straight and stepped away
from the table, so he could feel less on display, while the doctor rummaged
around in the supply room for an . . . . anoscope. That name gave him the
shivers.

Even as he thought this he saw Josh's doctor insert a gloved finger into
the young 12 year old's tight anus and watched as the smaller boy's pink
rose unfolded and stretched beautifully around the clean rubber digit and
swallow it in. He almost gasped as he saw more of the finger sink in; it
slid in so beautifully, so easily, like it was made to go there. River
didn't notice, but his breathing had become more rapid and shallow, just
watching the digit penetrate so flawlessly, over and over. He realized he
too was probably about to be penetrated; it wasn't the first time during
these pre-flight physicals, but it sure felt degrading. Still he couldn't
tear his eyes away from the fascinating vulgar scene.

Wow. Vulgar sure was hot. Was he sweating? That would never do . . . and
. . . oh no . . . . .not now . . . . oh geez . . . .he hoped the other boy
didn't turn around and see him sporting almost 4 inches of hard cock at the
sight of him being helplessly reamed by the man's finger.

Oh man, River thought to himself worriedly, this just isn't right.

Without taking his eyes away from the unintended show, however, River
slowly - in hopes of not actually drawing his attention to his state -
crossed his hands and lowered them to cover his crotch. By this time, the
other doctor had removed his finger and was now greasing up a steel
cylinder that was easily bigger than River's own penis would even be next
year, or so he guessed.

"Now, Joshua," the other doctor was saying, "this is called an anoscope,
and it is going to be uncomfortable, I'm sorry, but I do need to get a good
look just inside the anal canal and look for hemorrhoids. It's very
important to note these since you're going to be going through a lot of
gravity changes. So I'm afraid it is necessary."

"Is it going to hurt?"  The little 12 year old boy asked, looking back
behind him as he felt the cool metal tip right at his pucker.

"It shouldn't, not really - if you relax. Now this ointment I put in you
with my gloves will not only help it go smoothly inside your bottom, but
there's also a medicine in there that should loosen up your anal
muscle. Now just relax."

Yeah, like that would relax any boy. River's eyes nearly bugged out when he
saw that the man was about to push that big cylinder in that small hole,
and they got even wider, now with his jaw hanging open, as he watched the
anal muscle smoothly dilate out to a tense thin rim of flesh clinging
tightly around the scope, even as it advanced further inward. He found it
insanely compelling, though quite glad that it wasn't him getting stuffed
with that steel tube.

"Oh shit."  River exclaimed spontaneously, not even realizing he had said
that out loud; but his exclamation wasn't about his own impending eruption
or the sudden intrusion and anal probing of the younger boy, it was seeing
what the anoscope did beside just stretch out poor Joshua's asshole. The
second doctor had pulled out the inner cylinder and revealed a hollow tube
that allowed the doctor, and River from his current position, to look
literally straight up Joshua's butt.

"Cool."  River quietly muttered, mostly to himself.

"Hey, quit lookin' at my butt!!" Joshua yelled back at River, but he was
hushed up by the doctor who gave the speculum a turn to see more of the
lower rectum and anal muscles, eliciting an "oohhhwhooawhoa" and a funny
turn of Josh's hips and right knee. He congratulated the boy on having no
discernable hemorrhoids, though they would be checking again in a month. He
then got a bristled swab and inserted it deep inside to get a sample off
the rectal wall.

River was hard as a rock. And a bit scared and confused.

"OK, River, we're ready."  His own doctor had returned, and River jumped
when he heard his name. But the doctor continued, "Oh, you moved
. . . . and, uh . . . .wow . . . you know, don't worry about it . . . it's
perfectly natural to get that reaction to what you're seeing - you don't
have to hide it."

River blushed deeper and tried even harder to cover his erection, including
turning completely to face the table.

He watched from the corner of his eye as his doctor set down on a nearby
tray another steel tube, the same size as the one that had just opened up
Joshua's ass to a chorus of groans and surprises. He reassured River that
it would be warmed beforehand. Oh yeah, that would be reassurance. Oh geez,
this cant be happening; there has to be a way out of this, he thought,
though feeling quite helpless about it.

OK, at least the hard-on's now going away, except that he was now largely
thinking about passing out. If he did, would they just do it while he was
out? Or would they wake him up so he could enjoy the whole procedure?
Sarcastic fear was at work with his inner voice.  .  He felt his doctor's
hand at his back, well, his bottom specifically, and one gloved finger
hooked into his slightly spread crack. The doctor pushed him back into
position and another hand pushed him down so that he was bent at the waist
again. The only thing he could think in his frightened state, was should he
look toward or away from the kid he had just watched get impaled?

"Now just relax, River," the doctor said as he spread some warm lubricant
around his hole and then gently through the cleft. The doctor could feel
the warm mild pressure exerted by these two wonderful boy muscles as his
fingertip just barely swiped the anus on its pass over. The doctor could
never admit it to himself or others, but he very much secretly enjoyed this
part of his job. And River didn't want to admit it either, but part of him,
a part he still didn't quite understand, also very much loved this part of
the doctor's job. In fact, his dick headed straight back up again, until it
banged uncomfortably into the table; and if that finger was going where he
knew it was, he was probably going to cum right there.

Oh geez. He was only 12 - this was so wrong. He was about to be penetrated
by his doctor's noticeably thicker finger swiping back and forth through
his only slightly closed cheeks. Sure he had it done on a prior exam, but
not like this. His doctor had him part his legs a bit more, and River did -
still just praying this didn't make him shoot, because that would so mess
up his mind.

 All of the sudden, the swipes were at a standstill and he felt the gloved
tip just barely tickling his pucker, and he surprised himself, he wanted it
pushed in, and then, whether he wanted it or not now being immaterial, he
felt a forward movement through his cheeks and a pressure against his
anus. It wasn't an uncomfortable pressure, and it was lubed and only a
matter of time before . . . . oh . . . . .ohhh . . . . there it was. He
felt his anal muscle unravel; and grow around the finger, welcoming it,
beckoning it in, and he felt the doctor's large forefinger slide in and up
his anal canal, feeling it through his cheeks, across his anus, through his
muscular rings and deep into his rectum.

"Unnhoohhh. . . . ." escaped his lips. It was a guttural utterance and
totally embarrassed him that he had made it. But he couldn't help it from
coming out, just like he wasn't going to be able to help something else
from coming out very soon. He felt the cum sensation rising from deep
within him and his balls, and he himself went up on tiptoes as the finger
went deeper, almost driving him unexpectedly wild with pleasure. He was so
embarrassed and so confused, but he had to say something before it
happened.

"Doc . . . .  doc . . . I think I'm gonna . . ."

The doctor pulled his finger suddenly out and flicked the head of River's
dick hard.  "Owww"".  He wasn't sure what to say ow to more, the finger
pull, the finger flick, or the sudden crash in what could have been an
incredible cum, though he was thankful he didn't do it right then. Still,
the need was resting just below the surface. He stood back up, again just
preferring not to showcase his spread ass for everyone, and also afraid the
more he stayed bent over, the more likely something would be shoved up
there.

"Were you about to ejaculate, River? Cum?"

"I guess that's what you call it. I was bout to spurt some stuff out," he
realized he still had an audience and lowered his voice further, "kinda
like what happens at home sometimes."

"It's OK, River, perfectly normal, and even healthy for a boy your age. In
fact, I want you to do that for us, because we're going to want a sample of
your semen. I was going to take pictures first, but it sounds like you
could go any minute, so if you'll just wait a second . . . "

About this time, the anoscope was being pulled out of Joshua's ass with an
audible sigh of relief from the kid. The doctor cleaned him up a bit and
then spread his cheeks again to check for any damage and to see if
sphincter tone was re-establishing properly. River even leaned down a bit,
as if to get a better look himself. The kid's anus was mildly red around
the rim and did not completely close back, but it was still tightening back
down, although there was a flare or two where it opened up like a fish
gulping for air.

River's doctor meanwhile handed him a Petrie dish with instructions to use
it to catch his cum.

"What? Right here? In front of you?"  He asked with a perfectly horrified
look on his face.

"What? Oh . . . no, River."  The doctor and several others started
laughing.  "No, my boy. In the toilet, the same place you gave us your
urine sample. Just bring it out and hand it to Barbara there as soon as you
are done."

Red faced and more ashamed than he had ever been in his life, he walked
across the room, as best a 12 year old boy, naked and with a raging
erection, can walk across a brightly-lit room with several adults.

"And do hurry," the doctor called after him, "There's several more boys
waiting for their pre-flight check-up."

Usually River had looked forward to his alone time with his ever-growing
peter, especially in last few months. The feelings had become even more
intense once he started spurting, though he noticed that he was also more
worn out after and required a bit longer for recharge, though just a bit.

Once he was in the toilet and alone, it felt almost unnatural to try and do
it, especially with the tech just right outside the door. Even worse, once
he got down to it, he couldn't stop the images of the anoscope being
inserted into that flawless ass and the feelings of the fingers in his
own. At one point he briefly flashed on a desire to insert something up
there to get to his cumming point faster. It was a horrid thought, but
before he knew it, he felt the rise again from his nuts, all too soon
flooding the Petrie dish and moaning involuntarily much more than he
desired to.

Well, flooding as best can be done with three squirts of clear semen, one
of which completely missed the collection dish.

"Um, here."  What else do you say when you're handing your cum over to a
lady in a white coat. River padded back over to the exam table, still naked
and noted that, unfortunately, Joshua was already dressed in a T-shirt and
underwear and pulling up some gym shorts, ready for the exercise portion of
the exam. Two other boys, both about 13, had come in and started to
undress. One was unbuttoning his shirt, and the other already starting to
pull his pants down his legs.

They definitely weren't bad looking boys, and any other time he would have
been happy to inconspicuously take a look and try to imagine them naked and
then maybe hopefully see if he was right; but right now they were just an
audience. And he didn't want that. Having Joshua see him get probed, or
scoped, or whatever was about to happen was bad enough.

But there was no time for delay as he was immediately maneuvered into
position, bent over and told to spread his cheeks. The doctor cleaned up
the prior lube from the digital exam and began taking some pictures.

"OK, now pull your cheeks apart . . .no, too much . . . .there
. . . .perfect."  Oh, and he did mean perfect. Right there was an
absolutely phenomenal asshole, a much much nicer anus than even the Joshua
kid had, the doctor took note. River had a pronounced bottom without being
fat or overly curvaceous. No indeed, he was all boy, but there was enough
of the globe action to know you definitely had a young boy's bottom to deal
with, and enough of the beginnings of puberty to be sure it was a boy.

Plus with his balls descended and dropping in their sack, the picture he
presented had that 'I'm a bull' definition that the doctor did enjoy seeing
on boys that were bent over. Also, his crack was still devoid of hairs with
a perfectly circular, dimpled and involuting sphincter, clean and just the
barest of brown, practically begging to be opened.

A few more pictures and the doc set the camera down, such great shots to be
wasted on science, he thought, and picked up the anoscope that had been
soaking in warm water. He put on a veneer of lubricant, though none of the
muscle relaxant, as he had his own 'scientific' hunch that he wanted to
explore.

"Doc, I don't want the - "

"Just relax River, every boy gets the same exam. It will all be over soon,
and it's a must-do, if you plan on going to the moon."

River had resigned himself to that and was already silently praying this
wouldn't hurt as much as it looked like it should. He just didn't want
those boys watching.

"No, wait a minute, what about the two uh-uh - wai -
ooooohhhuuhhhoooowhoa."

"There, that's a good boy, up we go."

What at first had been a warm wet metal feeling that produced a chilly
spasm on his anus, very quickly became a backdoor pressure that took
advantage of a momentary reflex relaxation to push in and upward, like he
was having a baseball bat inserted in his ass. He could feel the whole of
his anus unwind and stretch around that cylinder as it traveled
uncontrolled through virgin territory, and felt as well the strong clamping
pressure around it that finally seemed to stop it in its tracks, yet still
left him feeling unnaturally stuffed and unable to expel it.

River simultaneously tried to climb up and over the exam table, bringing up
his right knee a bit as if to do it, but also push back slightly in the
thought that if you cant expel, then bring it back in - anything to just
close the portal. But realized as he made these complicated and
contradictory maneuvers, that it didn't hurt so much as just feel
unnaturally large and abnormally space-occupying. Even as he was moving
around on it, he even had the fleeting thought that it might not even feel
so bad if it were smaller and would just go in. It was a weird thought.

The doctor waited just a few moments before pushing in another inch and a
half, slowly but steadily, while River squirmed around it, making little
moans and even smaller grunts.

"Does that hurt any, River?"

"No!"  Now why the hell did he admit to that? Under duress it was hard to
automatically lie, and the truth was that it really wasn't hurting River at
all. It just felt wrong to be in there, and what felt even more wrong is he
couldn't stop wrestling with his mind to want it in a bit more, or whether
the squirming started to feel good, or if he was just sick in the head. At
any rate, it did feel too big, and he wanted it out, to be sure.

"Oh shit!"  One of the 13 year old boys behind them exclaimed as the doctor
pulled out the center cylinder and exposed a view inside River's
asshole. River tried to stop the squirming, it seemed impossible on the
smallest scale, and looked over his shoulder at the exclamation.

Joshua had already been marshaled off to the exercise room, but the older
of the two remaining boys seemed frozen in the act of pulling down his
white briefs. He had hooked his thumbs in the sides at the front and pulled
them down low enough that a nice inch wide area of short pubes was exposed
and an inch of what seemed to be a thick dick trunk, the rest disappearing
straight downward, yet to be exposed, though River thought he was imagining
the head of said dick outlined lower down by the cotton. It did indeed look
like the ridge of his warrior helmet starting to come up for battle. It was
enough of a picture to start to bring River's own shaft back on line,
despite having just cum.

The older of these two boys certainly had the nicest and best defined body,
but the younger-appearing 13 year old was cuter, with a smug mischievous
air. He was the one that had uttered the expletive and stood there now,
bold faced staring in his narrower white briefs, seemingly uncaring who saw
him massage his crotch.

"Mr. Klein, Mr. Jamison, what are you still doing dressed?"  The doctor
turned and asked them.  "And what are you doing in here at all? Nurse
Sanders, why have these two boys not been through biometrics and scanning
already?"

"I'm sorry, doctor, they've had vitals already, as for the rest, well, we
ran the Delarosa brothers through first. We're ready for them now, though."

"Don't be so cheeky, Mr. Jamison," the nurse told the boy still grabbing
his cock through his briefs.  "That's disgusting."

The boy winked at River before letting go of his crotch. River could have
sworn the boy even gave it one last deliberate squeeze, but River had
looked away quickly, thoroughly embarrassed, although his backside was
still uncomfortably facing the boys. But of all the nerve of another kid!!
The boy had actually winked at him! Like this was all funny to him? And
there in front of adults? While his asshole was still literally out for the
world to see.

The doctor was meanwhile turning the scope to see more of the anal muscles
and check for hemorrhoids. He was talking as he did so, ". . . . and it's
not just vertical gravitational changes that can affect your physiology,
but you will be experiencing an increase in tidal forces, as well. After
all, the Earth's pull on the moon is much more massive . . . "

But at this point, River couldn't care less. All he heard from the doctor
was "blah blah blah bleh blah," but from the nurse, he heard her say, "And
leave your underwear here boys; you wont be needing them for the next
hour."

River looked back over his shoulder again, hoping in some unaccountably
perverse fashion to see what the good-body boy's dick really did look like,
and what the cheeky boy had to grab. Unfortunately, he just saw the back of
Klein as he deposited his underwear in a pile and followed the nurse, but
he got to watch Jamison, with his back turned now, slip off those smaller
white slips and show the gorgeous backside he had. River let out a sigh
(more like a soan - a sigh and a moan mixed together), and then quickly
snapped his head back around, lest the older boy should look and catch him
staring.

He heard the 13 year old's footsteps as he padded off and realized that he
was totally and unmistakably hard. River jumped a bit when he felt the
doctor's hand on his hardened erection, although it was only for a moment,
as if just a check.

"Well, I had a sneaking suspicion you might like this part more than you
realized. Nothing to be ashamed of, River. Some boys just do."

He felt a tickling sensation deeper in as the doctor swabbed his rectum. It
caused another jump and more involuntary wiggling around the steel
tube. The doctor smiled and finished up. He pulled out the tube, checking
River for damages just as Joshua's doctor had done. River was way too
embarrassed to correct the doctor on his assumption that the anoscope had
given him an erection. And with what information would he correct him?
Which was more embarrassing?

"OK, River, you can get dressed in the shorts and T-shirt you brought."

Finally, never so embarrassed in his life, and of course, wouldn't you know
it - three more boys, slightly darker skinned and obviously Hispanic, now
were in the room, standing between his painfully obvious hard-on, despite
attempts to cover it, and his clothes. The 14 year old boy smiled and gave
a backwards nod; but River could see a part of him was laughing inside. The
13 year old had even more pubic hair than his brother, and the 11 year old
had more than River. None of them seemed particularly embarrassed to cover
up.

River went around them to get and then quickly put on his clothes. He left
the room while pulling his T-shirt over his head, awkwardly walking and
feeling like he still had something rammed up inside him, but anything just
to get out of that room. He heard the doctor talking to the new boys as he
left.

"You must be the Delarosa brothers! I hear your dad is a vintner; so you
must be going to Fenwick to help with the new vineyard attempts in the Mare
Frigoris, up around Crater Kane?"



River passed the two 13 year old boys, Jamison and Klein, on his way for
the remainder of the physical - the exercise portion. They were standing
outside the biometrics room, hands unfortunately covering some of their
finer features. When the younger of the two saw River again he smiled and
held out his right hand to shake. River reached out for it, though his
attention was partially diverted to see if he could see around the boy's
left hand. What he saw was a the hint of a nice set of brownish crinkled
nuts, a plump semi, and some honey brown hairs, not a forest, but compact
and bush forming and catching the light just right to show off those
lighter hues.

"Hey," the boy said, still with that cheeky grin, "I'm Ryan Jamison, that's
Liam."

Liam barely looked over and nodded grimly before turning his attention back
to the biometrics door. Apparently they had started vitals on the next
group - 6 Danish girls on holiday to the moon. It was just vitals, so they
would still be completely dressed. He just hoped they were fully cleared
out back to the waiting room before the nurse opened the door.

"Um, I'm River."  Even clothed he felt a little more embarrassed around the
naked older boys, partly because of what they had seen, and partly because
he was afraid that they might know that he wanted to see around their
hands. Ryan suddenly pulled River closer and clasped the shocked boy's hand
over his own naked crotch and held it there.

River felt all the blood flowing to his head, though his Right hand
certainly felt warmer. He wanted to jerk his hand back, except A) Ryan was
holding it there and B) he could actually feel another boy's balls and
dick, and he could feel the dick almost growing. He was so tempted to close
his eyes and enjoy it, but he dare not, and not just because of Ryan and
Liam would think, but of what he would think about himself later.

Ryan leaned in to him, still smiling and reached around and grabbed River's
so-recently assaulted ass and gave it a very appreciative squeeze and said
in a bit gravely voice, baring way to puberty, "Come by and see me in
Liminal City, and I'll give you something you'll like even better than that
metal dick back here."

River's ears burned with the audacity of the suggestion, and he did pull
his hand away. As he started to walk away in shock, Ryan gave his a
backside a real good smack as a sort of send-off. River looked back at the
laughing boy as he walked away. Was the boy crazy, or was he and the world
going crazy? He wasn't sure, but his brain wasn't fully connecting at the
moment anyway. He turned left down the next corridor, dumbly following
directions in his been-in-the-saddle gait.

"You're sick, Ryan."

"Come on, Liam, just having fun. Beside, there aint no girls going to
Liminal City on this bus; don't know if you noticed that yet or not."

"You're really sick, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know. Hey, where you think those girls in there are going?"

They listened at the door, figuring with the frosted glass that if they
couldn't see in, then the girls couldn't see out. But they could hear the
nurse talking to them.

"You are all Dane?"  The nurse asked in a heavy accent.

"Yes."  Several of the pretty girls said at once.

"Am from German Alliance in borderlands, above Carpathia. You are all same
level on holiday?"

"Yes," answered one of the girls, in barely any accent, but few in the
Northern holds did anymore.  "We are all 14 and at the same level in the
Secondary School."

"You go to Luna City on Thursday shuttle?"

"Not exactly. We will leave Thursday, and we stop first in Luna City, but
we're going to Iskilde, where my Aunt works, and then maybe on a Far Side
safari."

Liam whispered to Ryan, "Iskilde's at the South Pole, along Shackleton
Crater. They might as well be on the other side of the moon!"

"Yeah, and they're only visiting the moon, too. We're gonna be in Liminal
City for at least a year, maybe more."

"We don't even get to be on the same transport as them," Liam pined. Liam
and Ryan were heading out that night, along with Joshua and the Delarosas.

They heard one of the girls in the room ask the nurse, "What are we waiting
for to start?"

"Am waiting for last two Mondkinder for tonight transport. Perhaps they are
waiting on me outside door."

Liam and Ryan heard the nurse walking toward the door and looked at each
other in pure panic. Surely she wouldn't just ----

"Ah, Buben, here you are, waiting for me, Ja?"

--open the door right up? With the girls still there? Yes, she would.

She did.

A couple of the girls with hands over their mouths leaned around the nurse
to see the two 13 year old boys in all their glory, at least whatever their
hands couldn't cover. Each boy pressed even harder with both hands in the
crotch and even bent over slightly to reduce the viewing area as much as
possible.

"Well, Kommen Sie ein! Am waiting on you to start."  With that, two strong
arms reached out and pulled two frightened young boys into their worst
nightmare.  "We start with measure, then scan, yes? Maybe we do pictures,
too, so doctor not behind."

The nurse's voice faded as she shut the door behind them, the last words
drowned out by a growing sound of shrieks and laughter from the girls:
"Move hands, yes, ist gut."



Around the corner, in another hallway, as he staggered to the exercise
room, River gingerly raised his right hand to his nose and took some
guarded sniffs of his hand, the hand that had held Ryan's Nuts. He liked
the smell, something faint but powerfully different than his own. He took a
deeper breath. He really liked it.

"Ah, there you are, Dawson. Something wrong with your hand? No? Well, then
comeon inside and we can finish up your exam."

River took a couple more guarded sniffs, trying to hide what he was
doing. He wanted to smell that smell again, someday. Someday soon.




His dad came around to collect him after the exam.

"Why are you walking funny?"  He asked his son as they walked outside.

He wasn't sure how much he wanted to answer this.  "I had to do a lot of
exercise at the end of it, so they could check my heart and endurance, and
some other stuff."

"Oh, OK. Well you're walking like you fell on one of those exercise
machines"

"Well," he hesitated before continuing.  "They put a finger . . . . um,
. . . back there . . . again. It doesn't feel right."

"Well, I'm sorry son, but they are the medical staff, and they know how
thorough they need to be. Beside, you've had that done before."

"Yeah, well, bigger fingers this time."  River answered glumly. That was
about as far as he wanted to go with this conversation.

His dad just gave a short laugh and patted him on the back.  "Well, forgive
the pun, but that's all behind you, now; and in three days, we'll be
rocketing to the moon!"

That thought was comforting. And that's when he saw him for the first time.

He didn't have a name for him at that point. He was sitting on a park bench
as River and his dad were walking past. He looked about 14, but not an old
14. He may have even been short for his age, though he looked taller than
River, at least the way he was stretched out on the bench. He had dark
brown, almost black, short wavy hair, a clear complexion that spoke some
time spent in the sun, though not excessive amounts. He had no freckles and
had a straight nose, perhaps a bit more Roman than the boy next to him. He
had his arms and legs almost splayed in an exhausted manner, one arm on the
bench behind the other, somewhat younger, boy.

The Older boy appeared much neater in contrast, even with his Arsenal shirt
untucked. There was nothing in particular to be discerned from the crotch
of his lined mesh shorts, except maybe an outline of his balls held up in
briefs underneath, and River could suppose if the light played right there
would be a flaccid penis laying leftward, but that was probably all hopeful
conjecture. His shorts stopped above his knees; they weren't knobby, but
presented themselves in sharp detail as the juncture in two athletic
limbs. He didn't look like a sports star, but a looked like a kid who had
regular outdoor play. As River let his eyes wander down the legs he could
see the black curly hairs that gave a fuzzy hue to his darker creamy skin
there.

The other boy appeared younger, maybe a brother, but he was solid in a
roundabout slender boy way, not an athletic or muscular way. He looked like
he could hold his own weight with the older boy, but lacked that panther
like quality that floated about in hints through the boy that fascinated
River all of a sudden. The younger one wore full length cargo pants and an
unbuttoned short sleeve over a screen-printed T-shirt. He didn't look
skater-punk, just street-wise. He had brown hair, straight so that it came
down over his eyes, but thinned in front somewhat so that you could at
least make out that there were eyes there. If he had live a hundred years
ago, River might have compared him to the kid off Terminator II. For now
the kid seemed not-overly-pleased and yet also bored, leaning forward with
his arms on his knees, pulling apart a leaf and dropping pieces of it on
the ground.

But River really only took him at a glance. It was the other boy, the one
in the white jersey with a red Arsenal patch over his breast. Something
about the total package of this boy, his face, his look, his body in those
clothes, the way everything seemed to flow as one, and the projection of
what must surely be a good outlook on life; it made several somethings stir
in River. It wasn't just the eye candy enjoyment he often had nowadays. It
wasn't just the stirring of his loins that he experienced from time to time
with certain boys. Both of these feelings were there, but so were a mental
component, a fluttering in his heart and stomach, and an involuntary need
to turn and, even after they walked past, to look back.

This action caught his dad's attention.

"Do you know that boy?"

"Uh . . .no. . . . just, you know, kinda looked like somebody, but it's not
him."  River answered vaguely back and walked a few more steps before
daring to look back again. He had to.

River looked back, and the younger boy looked up at him. He sat up and
leaned back against the bench, not bothered by his brother's arm around
him, crossed his arms and just observed River looking back at them.

With that River turned back around and sighed inwardly. He wished he had an
older brother like that. Someone to put his arm around him in public like
that. Or someone who wasn't an older brother, someone . . .who . . . .was
just an older boy.

But he wasn't sure really where he was going with that thought, so he
changed his thoughts to the moon, and all the possible activities that
awaited them. Moon walks . .  .buggy rides . .  . . .tower free falls
. . . .space suits . . . . Dark Side Observation decks . . . . the radio
telescopes of the far side . . . .so many things for a boy.





That night, before they left for dinner, the laxative his mother insisted
he take had started to work. Taking it was certainly easier on his psyche
than explaining, or certainly even having her know, what really happened in
the physical exam. She probably was under the seriously mistaken assumption
that his exam was no different than Ollie's and Samantha's. If that had
been true then he probably would have just gone with the three of them that
morning. But he was happier if she stayed in ignorance and therefore did
not feel compelled to discuss it with him. Because she almost certainly
would.

Instead he took the laxative and now found himself in serious need of a
toilet. The worse thing about it was that as a fairly sizable log came out,
and as he felt it move across his somewhat sore anus, a part of him wanted
to feel it travel back in. And this disturbed him. Enough so, that he was
afterward quiet all the way to Cancun, where they were going to have dinner
and play in the Ocean the next day.

That night they dined at La Bruma Suave, internationally known for its
fresh tropical sea fare for more than 70 years. It was an elegant place for
which the kids had to dress up - long sleeves for boys 10 years and up, and
jackets required for all males 15 and up. River wasn't even a huge seafood
fan, but even he thought it smelled wonderful. He felt as though his family
had stepped up several levels in society when they walked in and were
escorted to their reserved table. He didn't know that this part was all for
their mom; he was just impressed in his own right.

He got a smile and a nod from the piano player, who was accompanying a man
on Spanish Guitar. It was lit just right to relax, and the sounds of the
waves and the breeze coming in form the portico were just perfect to relax
even his tired 12 year old mind and body. He had been through more physical
examinations and emotional questions than any 12 year old could. Tonight
was just for relaxing, and some really good food.

And that's when he looked up to the front and saw him and his family
arrive, and it's when he first named him: The Boy in Red. His 14 year old
object of desire, though his 12 year old mind did not really have a name
for that emotion, glided in wearing khakis and a red longsleeve
button-up. It was a really good color for him.

And behind came . . . . WOW . . . . . His little brother sure cleaned up
nice!! And he looks totally HOT in a jacket. It blew River's mind for a
moment. He guessed (and actually rightly so) that the boy was probably in a
jacket because he didn't have any long sleeve shirts.

Now, what 12 year old would think about how well a jacket could define a
boy's body and show it off to a room. Not many, but it was very hard for
River to not notice. The little brother was smoking (as in hot), and he was
actually pretty handsome, in a wild, tinged-with-danger sort of way, as
well. Still, though, it was the Boy in Red that commanded his attention.

It's kind of like if you got your chance to see a Brown Dwarf. If you're a
12 year old kid who has spent the last two years reading up on Astronomy,
Brown Dwarf 'stars' are freaking cool, especially in universal terms. It
would be completely awesome to actually see one, probably at the top of the
list of astronomical bodies. But what if your brown dwarf was part of a
binary system with a star about to go supernova?

Who the hell's gonna watch the brown dwarf when you're waiting for the
Supernova?




"River! Who or what are you staring at?"

River turned to his mother, a bit flushed, and pulled his menu in front of
his face. He just mumbled out the first safety answer that popped into his
head.  "Uhm . . .the girl seatin' everybody . . . . she's pretty."

"River likes the seatin' girl," Ollie chanted, fortunately in a low voice.

"Shut up, Ollie," he answered back, without moving the menu from in front
of his face.

"Now both you boys quit that," their mom reprimanded them.  "and don't
stare at people, River. It's not polite. It doesn't matter how pretty they
are."

Fortunately he was spared having to see her smile and the knowing look she
had as patted his father on the arm. She shook her head. Their little boy
was growing up so fast!

River was so flushed and confused his vision was swimming; he couldn't even
read the menu, much less make sense of what he wanted. When the waiter came
by for the order, River just picked the first menu item that his brain
could resolve. It didn't matter, he figured everything would taste the same
tonight.

He didn't even know what Moray was.