“So, sounds normal to me?”
“Yeah, he wrote it all down in a book and added some things on his computer. Then your Dad explained that I had hurt my shoulder, so they helped me off with my T-shirt and used a camera to take some pictures of it. Moved my arm around, waited for me to scream when he lifted it too far.” He smiled weakly. “Scientific, eh?”
Leslie looked carefully at her cousin. “OK, let’s see what’s for dinner,” she said nervously, pulling at his hand so he could sit up. He grimaced with the sudden movement and shuffled away from her grip. Looking directly at her he continued.
“There’s more, Les. After writing down his notes, the doctor asked if there was anything else, and your Dad said that I might have caught an infection from the toilet seat that morning.”
“No! I don’t want to hear about this crap!” she hissed, turning away again. “You’re a fucking liar Brian fucking Davis!”
Brian shook his head and looked down at his lap. “Your Dad explained what happened and the doctor said that he should take a sample. They got me to stand beside the desk and the doctor pulled my shorts down to my ankles then slid my underwear down my thighs a little bit.
“Oh Brian,” said Dr Kemp. “How old did you say you were?”
“Nineteen sir.”
“Goodness, you are very mature for your age,” said Dr. Kemp, pushing the boy’s legs apart slightly and stretching his underwear taught. The small tufts of dark hair along the side of his scrotum contrasted with the paleness of his manhood as his cock sprung limply from behind the elastic waistband.
The doctor stood and Brian covered his cock with his hands. “If you could just step on the scales we can weigh you, Brian,” said the doctor as he took his notebook. Brian stepped out of his shorts and onto the cool metal platform. “OK, a hundred and twelve pounds. Now over here please,” he said, lining the boy up with his back against a height chart. “Drop your hands to the side, please, so we get an accurate reading.”
The doctor adjusted the marker above the boy’s head. “Do you think he’s standing up straight, Mr. Davis?”
His uncle rose from his chair and stood in front of him. “Yes, that looks very straight to me.”
“OK, good, so that’s five foot seven, again, very good for a eighteen year-old”
“Nineteen sir.”
“Ah yes, nineteen. Goodness me.”
The doctor returned to his seat and transferred his notes to the computer. “What I need to do is to take some culture samples for analysis, and then make sure that if there is any infection that it doesn’t spread. Is that OK Brian?”
The boy nodded, acutely embarrassed by his nakedness in front of the two fully-dressed, grown men. Dr. Kemp opened a small glass-fronted cabinet above his desk and pulled out two pairs of vinyl gloves. He put on one of the pairs and left the second pair on the table. From the same cabinet he retrieved a packet of Q-Tips and shook out one for his use. Kneeling down the doctor took gentle hold of the boy’s flaccid penis.
“Any pain here, any unusual discharge?” he asked as he made a thorough examination of the boy’s penis, moving it up and down, side to side.
“No sir.”
“What about here around your testicles, anything unusual?” he asked, moving them carefully from side to side and squeezing them gently.
“No sir,” he replied, with immense shame as he realised that his penis was swelling with the doctor’s touch.
“So tell me where it touched the toilet seat, would you?” asked the doctor as he continued to handle the boy’s growing cock.
“At the top, sir.”
“Here?” asked the doctor, pulling the boy’s foreskin down a fraction and using his finger in a circular motion around the top.
“Yes, I think so,” he replied, his voice almost falsetto as he grew again, his cock now clearly aroused and on the way to full erection, totally out of his control.
“And did you manage to clean his bottom fully, Mr. Davis?”
“Yes, I think so doctor” replied his uncle, staring at the boy’s rapidly growing cock.
“Legs wider apart please Brian” commanded the doctor as he pushed his fingers between Brian’s legs and moved his underwear lower. He felt around the area of his anus and then slowly, deliberately, pushed a finger inside. Brian gasped in astonishment and pleasure as he reached out to grip the doctor’s shoulder. “Did that hurt, Brian?” asked the doctor with some concern.
“No sir!” He looked down and watched with horror as the doctor withdrew his gloved hand and checked it for marks. His uncle offered no compassion but just nodded slowly as the doctor’s conducted his observations.
“Looks clean, nice job Mr. Davis. Brian, could you go and lie down on the bed so we can take those samples?” The boy did as asked, mortified by the experience and red-faced as he covered his swollen genitals.
Pulling a desk lamp around from the side of the bed, the doctor leaned forward so he was within inches of the boy’s cock. “Hands by your side again please Brian,” said the doctor. “Actually, Mr. Davis, if you could help here it would ensure that we get a valid sample of any infection. Perhaps you could put on the other pair of gloves and help me?”
As Brian’s uncle snapped the gloves on he took a position close to the boy’s hips. The doctor continued. “So if you could hold his penis for me, I’ll take some samples from where we think it touched the toilet, and then we can take a look with the microscope.”
Doctor Kemp leaned so that his elbow rested on the bed and positioned the swab close to the boy’s cock. Brian was mortified as his cock responded, still growing steadily in length and girth and bobbing up and down with surges of blood and the occasional brush of the doctor’s sleeve. “Pull his foreskin down a little would you please Mr. Davis?” As the boy’s cock head was exposed once again the doctor touched various areas with the swab, making noises as he worked. “A little less, please, roll it back up. Yes, and now down a little, more, all the way. Further please, further, as far as it will go. Good, now hold it just there. And stay still please Brian.”
His cock was close to being fully erect and he looked away and exhaled loudly, wishing he was anywhere but the doctor’s office.
“Now, I know what you’re thinking, Brian. This reaction is perfectly normal. In fact, if you didn’t harden I would be very concerned. At your age it is very healthy to react like this to a touch from a girl or a boy or to any form of sexual stimulation. You can let go now Mr. Davis, thank you.”
Brian smiled weakly, wishing even more that he hadn’t fallen out of the tree. The doctor wiped the swab on a glass slide.
“And your testicles are reacting normally too. Your scrotum is moving from being very loose to tightening up,” he said, caressing his balls with his gloved hand. “You certainly are very big for a nineteen year-old. Very big.”
Back at his desk, he slipped the slide under his small microscope and adjusted the focus. “Hmm, not looking very promising I’m afraid. Mr. Davis, could you look in the cupboard and see if you can find some shaving foam and a razor?”
“What’s wrong?” asked Brian, looking up from the bed.
The doctor looked up from the microscope and stared at the boy’s throbbing penis, then smiled at Brian. “Well I think your uncle had some admirable foresight to bring you here today. Staphococcus maxingitis seems to be present, which will need to be neutralized. We can do that by removing the hair where it breeds and making sure that it hasn’t entered your anal passage.”
His uncle patted his arm in reassurance as he placed the foam and razor on the desk. The doctor wrote up further notes and adjusted the camera.
“I don’t think this will take too long. Mr. Davis, is there any pubic hair on Brian’s penis, or just around his scrotum?”
His uncle took hold of his throbbing penis and moved his fingers up and down as he slowly and carefully felt along the length. “I don’t see any on his penis.”
“Let’s have a look,” said the doc
tor, adding another two hands to the boy’s aching cock.
“It seems to be very smooth,” said his uncle, running his fingers along the length.
“Yes, you’re right. The hair down here will have to go and we can then take a look at the anal area.” Brian groaned and the doctor noticed the slightest trace of white fluid pass through the slit in his cock. “Are you OK, Brian?”
“Yes sir, thank you.”
The doctor smiled and shook the can flamboyantly. “Mr. Davis, if you could pull his scrotum and penis to one side I’ll apply the foam, then we can do the other side.” The doctor squirted the foam directly from the can, massaging it into the small patches of hair. Washing his hands, he removed one glove before picking up the razor in the protected hand. He moved towards the boy again. “OK, now, Mr. Davis, keep his penis out of the way and stretch his scrotum. I’ll remove the hair on this side.”
His uncle tugged at the boy’s sack, pulling the skin taught while the doctor cut through the hair at the base of his sack and along the very top of his legs. He made several passes, testing the progress with his other hand and sensing areas of stubble. Brian squirmed at the touch from the men, the razor, the smooth foam, the growing sensation of elation and excitement that was building in his groin. His stomach muscles contracted and relaxed constantly as his breathing increased in rate and volume and he gripped the bed sheets in his fists.
“Please hold still Brian, I don’t want to cut you.”
“Sorry Sir, it’s just….”
“Do you feel excited by this?”
“Sir?”
“Well, I see your penis is very hard and your breathing is labored. Do you think you can maintain control?”
“I think so sir.”
“Like I said, Brian, this is very normal. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, many boys orgasm in this surgery when being examined. I get used to it, believe me!”
“Yes sir.”
“OK, this seems to be very smooth now, let’s try the other side shall we Mr. Davis?” The doctor moved slightly so he could bring the razor into position, then spread the foam around, from close to the boy’s anus up to the area above his balls. His uncle took his time moving his penis so that his foreskin travelled slowly up and down his shaft. Brian rose slightly off the bed, groaning quietly.
“OK, hold still,” said the doctor as he began short strokes of the razor from his leg to the base of his scrotum. He pulled at the boy’s sack now and again as he tried to get to some of the more obstinate hairs. As he finished he dropped the razor into the sink and ran the warm water. “Just going to rinse off the foam, then we’ll make sure you have no internal infection, OK?” He brought a warm flannel across to the bed and wiped away the remains of the foam from the sides of his balls. After rinsing it out, he used the hot flannel directly on the boy’s cock.
“Oh god!” said Brian, jerking up off the bed.
“Was that too hot?”
“No sir, no.”
“Just felt good eh?”
“Yes sir.”
“It is certainly remarkable how good it feels when a man’s penis is wrapped in something warm. Never ceases to impress me. OK, so scoot a little further down the bed and we can check you out.”
The doctor went back to his computer and typed in for almost a minute while his uncle sat back down, staring at the boy’s exposed anus. The doctor looked up and smiled. “Brian, you should be very grateful to your uncle for bringing you here. He must love you very much and have your best interests at heart, don’t you think?”
“Yes sir, I know.”
“I expect that he finds these tests just as exciting as you do. After all, we’re all boys and all made the same way, aren’t we?”
“Yes sir.”
“OK, I need to write up these results. Mr. Davis, perhaps you could make sure that Brian is completely clean around his groin and anal area. You can use the flannel for that purpose, if you wouldn’t mind.”
The doctor turned away and the boy’s uncle rinsed out the flannel. “Brian, he’s right. I wish it was me being examined! Pity I didn’t get my cock caught under the toilet!”
Brian laughed. “It wasn’t caught, just in between the seat and the bowl,” he said as he felt the flannel around his balls and anus. He smiled at his uncle and relaxed as the warm flannel caressed his groin.
“Can you feel any hair that we missed?”
Brian reached down and felt around his balls, marveling at the lack of hair and the super-clean feeling of his skin. “Wow, so smooth!” Brian felt around his balls and along the length of his shaft. “Seems very clean, thanks!”
“What about around your bum? Feel there” suggested his uncle. Brian ran his fingers under his balls and around the small anal opening. “Feels OK?”
“Yes, so clean.”
“Let me see,” said his uncle, gently touching the boy’s anus. Brian sighed contentedly, leaning his head towards his uncle as he closed his eyes in pleasure.
“Feels good, right?”
“Mmm” replied Brian, rising slightly.
“Perhaps you can do a test on mine and we can give it to the doctor?” suggested his uncle, again wrapping the flannel round the youngster’s cock and pumping very slowly.
Brian’s mouth opened as though he was about to speak but his eyes just widened as the meaning sank in. His uncle reached out and lovingly touched the boy’s face. “We’re just the same, you and me,” he said, taking the boy’s hand and placing it against his trousers. Brian blinked repeatedly as he felt the bulge. “See?” Brian nodded and took the Q-Tip that his uncle offered. The sound of the man’s zipper filled the room. Brian watched as his uncle undid his belt then pushed his trousers and underwear down to the floor. The man’s cock bobbed in front of him, inches from his face. Again, his uncle reached out and this time pulled the boy’s head towards the edge of the bed and his rampant cock, smiling widely as a sign of encouragement. Without hesitation Brian put the Q-Tip on the bed, opened his mouth and took his uncle’s shaft into his mouth.
His uncle groaned and from his desk the doctor looked up. “There’s a good boy, your uncle certainly deserves that,” he said before going back to his paperwork.
“Oh yes, Brian, that feels so good. So right” Brian sucked slowly on his shaft, pleased with the ribbed sensation of the cock between his lips, pleased too with the delighted look on his uncle’s face and the fact that the doctor felt that such behavior was perfectly normal. His heart raced with the new experience, his mind trying to adjust between what he thought it would be like and reality. His uncle reached down, past his stomach and grabbed his hairless balls. Brian’s cock ached badly, throbbing with every beat of his heart. Fingers went lower, around the base of his balls then towards his anus. He gasped at the intrusion, the liberty that his uncle was taking, the feeling of love and pleasure as a finger finally touched his crinkled opening. He groaned loudly.
“Good boy, that’s it, suck me,” he said, pushing his finger into the boy’s anus very slightly. Brian rose off the bed but kept his lips locked on his uncle’s cock. He could hear his uncle groaning in between what sounded like the doctor using the phone.
“Yes, I’m running some tests on a young boy, should be ready for collection in about ten minutes. Yes, at my surgery. Perhaps you can have the team ready?” The doctor’s chair scraped on the floor.
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