Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2018 12:07:46 -0500
From: MC VT
Subject: Underdeveloped (Bisexul Incest)

Underdeveloped
©MCVT2017 August 3, 2017 MCVT

Bouncing between a parent's proclivities and a professional's gentle care,
a young man makes a brave foray into manhood.

Adult content; 100% fiction, hard core, ped, drugs, coming of age, con,
inc, mast, bisexual, first, drug, Mb, MMb.

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I was small for my age - I had this "elfin" look that I played to the max.

Mom treated me and friends to a lot of goodies and took photos and videos
of me almost every day.  All I had to do was smile and show my dimples and
I usually got what I wanted.

The "gnome" gig worked well for me until middle school.

When I got to be around twelve, I heard my mother and father talking about
me in the living room after dinner.

"Well, next to the other boys in his class, he looks like their kid
brother, not a classmate.  Shouldn't his shoulders start filling out?  I
don't know how to ask him if he has any pubic hair yet -

"I'm short, so he may be, but his body isn't showing any signs of maturing.
I'm worried - maybe his hormones aren't working.  He should look like an
adolescent; he'll be a teen soon and being so damned darling won't get him
on the soccer team."  My mother said.

Mom kept harping on my height and my shoulders.

"David, when are some of your genes going to start showing up in Dave?  We
need to find out what's going on with his body."

One night she suggested I get some "lifts" in my sneakers to boost my
height.

I could hear my dad guffawing, and then he started crying he was laughing
so hard.

"Lifts in his smurfy sneakers!  Oh, god that's funny."

Mom didn't think it was a joke.

When he calmed down, I listened carefully, not wanting any thick-soled
shoes.

"I'll check it out."  Dad told her.  "I don't want the kid on steroids or
any chemicals and no cosmetic surgery.  I don't care if he's short - I
think my boy's perfect the way he is."

...

That night after I bathed, Dad came into my room as I was putting my
pajamas on.  He shut the door.

That made me anxious, he'd never done that before.

"Junie, come here."  He sat on my bed and opened his legs, pulling me by
the arm toward him.

"We need to check your body, make sure everything's good."

He put his arm around me and tousled my hair.  "Are you feeling alright?
Feel strong and healthy?"

"Yeah."  He started sniffing me.

"Dad, I just took a bath."

"I can sniff-test, I'm the senior here - you're the junior."  He said
pulling my arms up.

He was in a mood.

"Okay, but don't call me `Junie.'  Mom said you're `David' and I'm `Dave.'
Can you remember that `Senie?'"  I asked.

"Don't get smart-mouthed.  I love calling you Junie, because I love having
a son."  He kissed my head.

"Mom's in a snit and I got to check you before she does something goofy
again."

Looking over my skin, "Do you have any rashes - itching or burning - did
you get a tattoo when I wasn't looking?"

I laughed, "Not yet."

"Are you eating all that crud they call lunch at school?  Can you read the
board from your desk?  Do your muscles feel sore?  Do you get headaches?"

Dad asked me a million questions while he looked over my arms and in my
ears, my feet and legs.

He looked under my arms close, for a long time, sniffing.

I ignored that.

"Proud of your grades, you're doing all the good in school."  He paused,
"Let's take a look at your groin now."  His voice sounded a little
different.

...

"Do the guys at school tease you for being short?  Maybe they call you
names because you're not growing as fast?"  He slipped his fingers into the
elastic waistband and pushed my pajama bottoms down around my ankles.

"Sometimes."  I admitted and blushed.  "I want to join the baseball team,
but I don't want to shower with the guys - they'll see me.  Their privates
are big.  Great big.  Sometimes they get huge erections in class, and then
they start making spots in the front."

I looked at him, "And they told me they don't make jock straps for shrimp."

"Of course not!  Finding a tiny athletic supporter in your seafood salad...
How disgusting would that be?"  He took my pajama bottoms off my ankles.
"We'll get one for you."

"Got a ruler in your desk?"  He asked.

I stepped out of my pajamas and went to my desk but I couldn't find my
ruler, so I grabbed the yardstick by the door.

My mother started measuring my height every week.  I handed it to him.

"Got exceptionally big hopes, boy."  He said and set it aside to pull a
business card from his wallet.

He took the card and placed it lengthwise along the top of my penis, then
his finger lifted my penis and he made a notch on the card with his
fingernail, then held the paper up to the yardstick.

"Almost one inch.  Okay.  Does your penis hurt or itch or anything?  Does
it burn when you pee?  You got a rash down here?  Is it in the shape of
Atlantis?  That might be worth a mint if it has the coordinates!"

"No."  I was embarrassed with my father touching my privates and looked
away.

His fingers went deeper between my legs, pressing - I guessed he was
feeling for something like a fungus or bumps.  I hoped he wouldn't find
anything like worms or some weird tropical parasites I'd missed with the
bath.

Then, his fingers went to my scrotum and I blushed feeling a rush of blood
filling my penis.

He continued massaging and feeling the shape and size of my testicles which
wasn't much to feel.

"Hmmm."  He said.  I noticed that the fingernail on my father's pinkie was
larger than either of my testicles and I looked away again to avoid
thinking anything further about my size.

I was embarrassed and these were my privates.

Bad touches!  But I couldn't say anything to my dad; Mom could do something
weird again like the month I had to wear socks to bed to keep the garlic
slices on the bottom of my feet.

"Son, do you stroke your cock - do you masturbate?"  He asked.

I blushed, thinking it was my secret and I was unable to answer.

I looked away.

"It's alright, I masturbate almost every day, most men do.  It's normal and
healthy as long as you still have two or three minutes left for your
homework - maybe a few seconds to eat and brush your teeth."  He chuckled.

His hand went to my cheek, and he turned me to face him.

"Do you enjoy yourself in bed, or maybe in the bath?"  He pushed my
foreskin back and leaned over inspecting my penis closely, as if he needed
a magnifying glass.

I barely nodded, still embarrassed; still naked.

He was sniffing again, but I didn't say anything hoping he would go away
soon.

"That's a good thing.  Now tell me, when you feel really good, does
anything come out of your penis?  Out of this little place?"  His thumb
rubbed the end of my glans, opening the miniscule slit while his other hand
held my shoulders.

My body jerked from that touch.

"I don't know."

He got up and went in the bathroom, found a pair of my underwear, sniffed,
then inspected them and threw them back in the hamper, and then he threw
the sheet back on my bed and inspected it.

"Nothing but dust."  He announced.

He nodded his head, and looked at me, seemingly perplexed.  "Anything wet
sneaking out when you're thinking about girls or their little flowered
panties?"

I almost laughed at that.  "No."

His hands went over my body caressing me gently.  "Can you show me how you
masturbate?"

I didn't move - this whole thing was way too humiliating.

He smiled, "C'mon, batter up!"

His right hand pulled me closer to him as he grabbed my buttocks.

"Please?"  He asked, swallowing hard.  "This is for your health.  I'll cut
the jokes."

I felt his finger in my butt cheeks searching for my anus.

My penis was full now and needing my hands.

"Dad!  I can't while you're watching."

"Close your eyes.  Need to measure your erection - when your penis is big
and hard."

He'd moved his hands, licked his fingers, and then he put them back into my
cleft.

"I want you to develop along with the other boys and become a strong man
with a full, healthy life.  That's my job."

His fingers found my anus and his left hand went to my scrotum, massaging
again.

"When I was your age, I had the same kind of, well - I had a delay.  There
are ways to get over this."  He sighed.

"You were small when you were twelve?"  I asked, seemed to me he was always
tall and strong.

"I looked like a seven year-old.  Yeah, I got teased, too.  There's a place
that can `kick start' your developments.  No shots, just a little help to
get things going."  His hands rubbed my groin and he smiled.

"But right now, I need for you to show me how you masturbate so I can
measure your erection before I call the doctor.  You may not need to go at
all."

His finger massaged my anus.

"Dad, you got your finger in my butt."  I told him.

"Does it hurt?"  He asked.

I shook my head.  "Nah."

"Helps end the drought sometimes."  He whispered.  "Close your eyes.  Rub,
and pray for rain."

I didn't understand that, but I began stroking my tiny penis with my eyes
shut, thinking about my father being bullied for the same thing I was
teased about.

I didn't feel so bad now.

His finger massaging my anus felt weird.

My hands pumped at my erection, I tugged and pulled.

When my father pulled me against him, and I felt the warmth of his chest,
then that good feeling started feeling a buzz.

"Now Dad, it's big.  Hurry!"  I felt the card on my penis and Dad's hot,
fast breath.

"A big one-point-five-oh.  Good, very good."  He said, still holding me
close.

"Now, let's see some of that man-juice.  C'mon, you can do it."

Then I felt his thumb on the end of my glans checking for any liquid.  His
hands went back to my scrotum and he gently massaged my testicles.

My hand was moving fast, and I squeezed my eyes shut tight and tried to
push out some man juice when it felt really good but I farted instead.

I was dizzy for a moment before my penis relaxed.

Dad's fingers went to my penis and he gripped the base and pulled forward,
hoping to see some moisture.

Nothing.

But he smiled at me.  "Must've gotten lost in all that excitement."

...

"Dad, will my penis be like yours?  Can I see how big it is?"  I asked.

"Sure."  Dad stood and took his pants down, then his briefs.  His penis was
big and jumped out and waved around, and then he sat down.

Standing between his knees again, he took my hand and put it on his
erection, sucking a deep breath quickly.

"Looked just like yours when I was a kid."  Then, he lifted his scrotum,
thick and heavy with his big testicles turning impatiently inside their
dark red sac.

"My testicles were like yours, too.  Grandpa Uri said I had `bee-bee
balls.'"  He watched my face.  "Go ahead, you can touch."

Dad's groin had a different smell, but I liked it - he had a bush of dark
hair around his penis, thick and curly.  I put my fingers in the hair
around his penis, it was coarse and looked like a scouring pad.

Short, straighter, dark hair was all over between his legs and all over his
chest.  Mom really liked his hair and was always rubbing it.

Everything was warm and I felt good next to him.

"You'll get hair around there, and under your arms, on your chest when you
catch up.  Start shaving and all that.  You let me know - you'll need
deodorant and a razor.  We'll go shopping together - you can find some
cologne that I like."

...

He pulled me against him, squishing my penis against his and I thought he
was shaking for a moment.  When I stood back, I saw his penis was leaking.

He noticed me looking, "That's like a ring tone, I just got secret phone
call from your Mom."  He chuckled.

"You can't call a penis."  I thought.  "He's joking again."

He held me against him for a long time.

"Do you want to go to the same doctor I went to when I was a kid?"

"Yeah!"  I thought about having a penis and scrotum as big as my Dad's.
His was huge!

"Okay.  I'll make an appointment I'm sure he'll take our insurance.  These
are very private things - very personal information about men's bodies.
Only speak with me and the doctor about your treatments.  Top secret!"

"Not even Mom?"

"Not even Mom.  Dr. Burl uses some old-fashioned ways, and some
unauthorized botanicals so Mom won't like that, besides, women have their
own secrets."

"Yeah?  Like what?"  I asked.

"Garter belts and nylons."

"That's not a secret."  I'd already been through their drawers looking for
some fun.

"It was on parent-teacher night when she wore her little blue dress."  He
said, as he continued rubbing my scrotum and leaned over to kiss my nipple.
"That secret was a really fun surprise."

He kissed my hair and stroked my back.

"You have to do everything the doctor says without any complaining - no
backtalk!  He's going to talk to you about personal things, and give you
hormone treatments.  Do you understand?"

"Yeah.  But no shots!"

"No shots."

...

The next week Dad picked me up after school for my first appointment with
Dr. Burl.

We drove past our house, near the edge of town to a large house on a big
lot with trees and greenhouse and a swimming pool!

Dad said that Dr. Burl was famous for his "development treatments," and I
was lucky to be one of his patients.

"He's almost retired now, but he agreed to see you because he helped
before."

Dad was smiling, and I relaxed a little.  But this was still another
dreaded doctor visit so I had to stay on guard for shots and snippy nurses
with cold fingers and strange equipment.

"We're going to see some changes in your body soon - but I better hear
about you behaving yourself during your appointments.  No tantrums and no
silliness."  Dad told me.

"And you're going to camp next summer - I won't let you try to worm your
way out of it again!"

I smiled thinking of a big penis like Dad's.

"Okay."

...

I was hesitant as we entered the side door with the little sign on the side
of the house.  The waiting room smelled like rubbing alcohol and air
freshener.  It was small but had soft music and two big, chairs and
magazines about foreign places.

I didn't see any "kiddie" decor or crayons and coloring sheets.

Dr. Burl came out in a white lab coat, smiling.  He was an older man, a
little heavy with wavy, gray hair and he looked like a grandfather but he
didn't smell old, he smelled like something new and shiny.

"So this is Dave?"  He smiled at my dad and shook my hand.

"I'm Dr. Burl."  He looked me over and smiled.  "Did your father tell you
he hit the same snag when he was young?"  He asked me.

"Yes."  I could only look at the floor.

"See how well things turned out for him?  I have a feeling you'll be on
that track faster than you know."

We went into a small examining room with all the regular stuff and a large
wooden spindle type chair in the corner, big enough for two people.

Dad told me to take my clothes off.  "Everything, and remember, no
smart-mouthing and no whining."  He whispered, reminding me with a stern
look.

I undressed while they talked about measuring my height, chest and weight
and my privates.  That embarrassed me so much, especially when the doctor
showed my dad a chart in a book.

My big "one-point-five-oh" wasn't even on the chart under my age.

I felt like I wanted to disappear when Dad said I was like a minnow
swimming with sharks.

"So, let's get him out of the water."  Dr. Burl said and tickled my ribs.
"Time to captain his own boat.  Would you like that?"  He patted my
shoulder.

They talked for a while, but I didn't understand about the body-mass index
and other things.

...

"Has anyone talked to you about your anatomy?"  The doctor looked at me.

I looked at my dad.

"Not specifically at school - just general hygiene.  They talk about
washing their hands and vaccinations - things like that right now.  But
everything important is watered-down."

"Easy enough to remedy.  Come over here to my lap, we'll use some pictures
after we see if everything's in the right place."  He sat in the big chair.

I looked at my dad for his permission.  He smiled and nodded.

The doctor sat, pulled me on his lap, next to his chest and ran his hands
across my torso.  His hand went to my neck and he felt along my throat,
then he felt my shoulders.

"Yes, you'll be filling out up here soon, and these bones will grow.  Need
to cut the candy and sodas."

"Mom won't let me have any."  I said.  "She's a nutritionist."

Dad smirked and nodded.

The doctor pressed my head against his chest.  "I'm going to examine your
genitals, so relax.  You'll only feel my fingers."

I looked at Dad, blushing.  My stomach tensed.

Dr. Burl's hand went between my legs and his finger tips pressed and rubbed
very gently.

"Looking for any weak places that might be painful."  He continued, his
fingers pressing around my tight, frightened scrotum.

My penis was hiding almost completely inside my body.

"Relax - just relax.  Breathe deeply." The doctor said, still waiting for
me to calm down.  Then, his fingers pressed behind my scrotum, rubbing
deeply.

I tried to relax, but my penis was filling now and sticking out of my groin
making me feel more humiliated.

"Minnows; sharks," I thought, and I looked down.

The word "guppy" came to my mind.

Dr. Burl glanced toward my groin.  "Nice erection.  Do you want to orgasm?"

"Orgasm?"  I looked up at my dad.

Dad jumped in the conversation.  "He means when you masturbate - when it
feels really good, that's called an orgasm."

"Nah."  I answered, still very bashful in front of Dad, and now a stranger
who was being more than nosy with my privates and my covert recreation.

Dad said he had to go back to work, and asked if I could stay for a while
until he could come back and pick me up.

"I'll send him home with Thomas."  The doctor said.

 "We'll finish this initial exam and give him his first treatment today.
Seems like he just needs a little nudge to start filling out."

My dad nodded and left me alone with a stranger.

I was naked and feeling humiliated for looking like a large baby at twelve
years old with a micro-erection that was ignorant of the name for the best
part of rubbing myself.

Completely humiliated within fifteen minutes.

That had to be a record, and at least I wasn't crying.

...

Still on Dr. Burl's lap, he leaned over and opened a drawer and pulled out
a laminated sheet of paper.  It was a medical diagram of men's bodies in
color with all the names.  He handed it to me.

"I'm going to ask you to point to the diagram when I name different parts
of your body.

"You need to know how the parts work together."

"Okay."

Then, he reached for a cotton ball and let me watch him put several drops
of liquid on it from a small brown vial.

"This is going to help your muscles relax.  Some of the most important
parts of the men are inside.  You need to know about the parts you can't
see."

He stood me up, and faced me away from him.  I felt his hand open my butt
cheeks.  He planted the wet cotton ball firmly at my anus and held it there
for a moment.

His arms wrapped around me, and then he started gently rocking me and
pressing me against him for several minutes while he instructed me on
taking deep breaths.

The wet cotton ball was cold for a few seconds, and then I didn't feel it.

Maybe it dissappeared inside me.

"Dammit!  Now someone's gonna have to dig it out of my butt."  I figured.

...

"I'll say the name.  You find it on the diagram, okay?"  He said.

This anatomy lesson was easy, I could read really well.

He found the cotton ball in my cleft and threw the cotton ball into the
trash.

That was a relief, but I wondered why I couldn't feel it.

When he said the word, I pointed to the diagram and he put his hand on that
part of me gently explaining how it would grow and what it would do when I
was bigger.  He drew lines on my stomach where my heart and lungs are, and
my stomach and my colon...

Slowly, he took my penis and he showed me my frenulum and my corona, and
meatus as I found them on the chart.

He told me that when I got older, my foreskin would slide back completely
and my glans would be big and shiny and right out front.

He explained about my bladder and how the urine came out, and sometimes
other fluids.

"Dad looked in my meatus, but I didn't make any "man-juice."  I told him.

"Man-juice?"  The doctor chuckled.

"The real name is pre-seminal fluid or pre-cum.  I remember your father's
peculiar sense of humor.  But your pre-seminal fluid is a very important
indicator.  It's one of our goals, when you produce it; we know you're
development is strong."

His finger went to my scrotum and he explained how testicles made sperm.
He explained that size didn't matter with testicles, it was how well they
worked that was the "determinant."  He looked at them for a long time and
smiled.

"Absolutely charming morphology."  Was all he said.

I didn't understand - my testicles were tiny inside my scrotum.  Mom's
Chinese checker game had marbles bigger than my testicles.

I checked already.

He told me about sperm, and putting it inside women and making babies, and
he told me definitely that masturbation was a good thing if I wasn't ready
to make a family.

"Raising children is a big job.  You'll know when the time is right.  Sperm
make babies who can grow up and change the world for the better."

He told me about how very, very sensitive my testicles were, and I had to
check them, and know what they felt like, so if they changed I could go to
a doctor.

"But these are perfect.  Make zillions of sperm during your life."

Sometimes he tickled me and hugged me close when he talked to me.

Then he put clear gel on his finger from a squirt bottle.

...

"Now take a deep breath and hold it - I'm listening."  His finger was on my
anus, but I couldn't really feel it.

He pushed his finger inside me easily, and I was a little upset.

My anus felt numbed and strange.  But I could feel his finger pressing
further inside me.

He continued with the anatomy lesson.

"Where's the prostate?"  He glanced at the diagram.

I pointed to the shape on the diagram, my eyes still open wide from his
abruptly digital entry.

"Here it is, right here."  He rubbed inside me.  "Can you feel that?"

I almost fainted when a wave of a strange feeling washed through my groin,
but nodded my head.  His finger rubbed slowly, and it felt weird but good.

"Now where's the bulbo-urethral gland?"  He asked.

I found the word on the diagram near the prostate.

He started to rub again and I started to swoon with pleasure while he
explained what each gland did and what to do if I started wetting in my
pants by surprise when I got old like Dad.

I liked Dr. Burl, this was very interesting.

...

"Now, it's time for your hormone treatment.  Do you want to sit my lap or
lean over the table, or lay on the table?"

"Your lap."  He was warm and tickled me.

"Good, I like this too."  He said and found a small foil envelope on the
nearby counter.

"First I'm going to give you a little help, and then the treatment won't
take so long.

"It may be uncomfortable at first, but you'll start liking your treatments,
especially when you see the results."

He gathered some equipment, and placed it in a beaker of warm water nearby
while he helped me straddle his knees.  Facing him, I watched as he
prepared some things on the countertop beside us.

He smiled and kissed my nose.

"You're a strong boy - gonna be a big man."

I smiled but looked down at a very pitiful, tiny penis.  I wasn't so sure
in that moment.

"Now, put your head on my shoulder and hold me around my neck, we're going
to talk about the bullies at school while you get your treatment."

My anus was so numb, I hardly felt his fingers, but I felt him push a cold,
hard bullet inside me, and his finger kept pushing it up inside me.

"What's that?"  I looked up into his eyes.

He smiled.  "It's called a suppository.  You're having a hard time relaxing
today - that's understandable.  The suppository will melt and take the
medication into your blood stream to let your muscles loosen up for your
treatment.  Going to the doctor shouldn't hurt..."

His fingers stopped pushing as the suppository melted and I started feeling
a little dreamy and very limp.

"What do the boys say to you at school?"  He asked softly, and I felt his
arms getting the equipment out of the warm water.

"What happened?"  He prompted me.

Suddenly, I felt him put something metal inside my butt and I heard it
click but it was thin and not too long.  One hand held the device inside my
anus and his other held me close to his torso.

I tried to tell him how the boys called me "runt" and "panty-boy," and how
they laughed at me during recess because the sports equipment was too big
for me.

He gently counseled me to believe what was true, and not fall for the lies
of others as the dilator clicked again, opening me wider.

"All lies.  Sports equipment comes in all sizes so everyone can play.  What
ruffians!"

"What else do they do?"  He asked, very calmly.

I told him they laughed at me in the restroom.  I waited till they were
gone to pee.

He listened while I told him how the boys treated me and what they called
me at lunch.

"Really?  What ignorant beasts you have to be schooled with."

I heard another click, and the device pushing deeper inside me and my butt
tingled.  I didn't care.  It felt interesting and made my penis hard.  I
could feel cold air inside my rectum, and everything felt so dreamy and
soft.

"Tell me what you think when they say those things."  He continued speaking
to me.

I heard another click, but I didn't care.

I could feel the metal device open me wider and I jumped a little.

My voice was slow and soft as I explained how much the other boys hurt my
feelings, but I didn't hate them.

"I want them to stop.  At least shut up and leave me alone."

After a while, I was so relaxed, I was laying my head on his shoulder
almost melting onto his chest.  I almost fell asleep until he pulled the
metal thing out of my butt and put it in back in the beaker.  He put his
hand on my erection, gently.

Then he whispered, "Dave.  It's time for you to get a nice, hard erection
for me.  Let's see if you can make some pre-seminal fluid today.  I'm going
to help.  Okay?"

"I'll don't know if I can."  I said, slowly.

I think he took the dilator out of my anus.  Now, his finger began rubbing
slowly inside me again, he pulled and pushed his finger and I felt my
breath quicken, but I couldn't fully wake up.

My penis woke up, though, and I really wanted to orgasm, like I did on
Saturday mornings when I took a long time rubbing real slow with my
mother's hand lotion.

...

Dr. Burl put his hand over my tiny erection and began rubbing with two
fingers and his thumb while one finger on his other hand worked inside me.

I moaned and made some odd noises and my thighs jerked a little.

It felt so good to feel a different hand on me, and I had an orgasm, it
felt like my whole body shook as I pushed and grunted.  My hips hunched a
little.

"Good boy, Dave."  He whispered.  "You did it!"

There was a moist spot on my foreskin, but I was too tired to remember what
it meant.

Then, he quickly pulled his fingers out of me and I felt a large, warm,
smooth cylinder slide through my anus and go deep inside me until it
couldn't go any further.  Then I felt a lot of warm fluid being forced deep
inside me.

That woke me up in a hurry!

...

Dr. Burl gave me my first hormone injection through the cylinder.
Afterward he carefully put me on the exam table and massaged my buttocks
deeply as he slowly pulled the cylinder out.

"What's that warm stuff you put in me?"  I asked from my dream state.

"Herbs, minerals, and vitamins.  I use botanicals from the tropics and
additional nutrients."  He said, and continued rubbing.  "Did that hurt?"

"Nah.  It was good."  My eyes were closed, and I was comfortable.

"More of the treatment is absorbed through your colon, and this isn't so
bad after you get used to it.  I don't like giving boys big shots even if
they are quicker."  He kept massaging and his hands were warm as he stroked
my buttocks.

We talked about how to deal with bullies while he massaged.  "Can't argue
with ignorance, so ignore them until we think of some other strategies."

"Tonight, when you go home I want you to tell your father you had an
emission today.  Okay?"

"Did I?  I was so sleepy."

"Yes.  A drop of pre-seminal fluid and that's a good start.  Tell your dad,
he'll be so proud of you.  Can you start masturbating once a day and not
forget?"

"Yeah.  My butt feels funny."  I told him.

"That feeling goes away.  Now, can you wake up?"

"Yes."  I hugged his neck and he handed me my clothes and helped me dress.

I got to ride home in a fancy car with Thomas and opened and closed the
sunroof several times because he let me try the buttons and switches.

...

I could hardly wait till after dinner to tell Dad what happened.  After I
bathed, I pulled him to my room by his hand and shut the door behind us.

"Dad, I had an emission today!"  I was so excited.

"The doctor said you would be proud.  A drop of pre-seminal fluid came out.
Just a little, but the doctor said it was a good start."

Dad took me between his legs again and hugged me.  "Did it hurt for very
long?"

That scared me a little until I saw him trying not to smile.

"It was great.  Dr. Burl is nice."

"He's a great guy."  Dad's hands felt warm and strong against my skin.

He leaned over and whispered.  "What else happened today?"

"He showed me different parts of my body, and he made me relax and put some
medicine inside my butt.  He told me to masturbate every day."

"Only once a day?"  He asked, smiling again.

"Will you help me like Dr. Burl?"  I was stepping out of my pajama bottoms
and reaching for my father's hand.

"Dave, this is not what fathers do with their sons."

"Please, Dad?  Do it like the doctor did - use your fingers.  That's how I
made a drop today - I want you to see."  I was grabbing for his hand again.

He thought for a long time and rubbed my back, then my hair.

"I'll go to a very bad place and never come home again if I touch you like
that."

That scared me until he hugged me against him tight.

"But you can show me what happened with the doctor."  He said and put my
hands on my groin gently and tickled my frenulum before he leaned over and
kissed the tip of my erection.  "My little man-juice machine!"

I jumped when he kissed me, but felt confused.  "He may never come home
again - a bad place."  I remembered.

"I won't tell anyone if you help me, I don't want you to go to a bad place
and never come home again.  I won't tell."

"Not Mommy, not your teachers, or the coach.  No one.  Ever."  He said.

I nodded.

He laid me on my bed and hovered over my body looking at me closely and he
might have been sniffing, I couldn't hear it.

I waited for his fingers, but he didn't do that.

"Close your eyes, and think about an orgasm."  He told me.

His lips sucked my nipples and I jerked.

That felt good, but not as good as when he took my penis and scrotum both
in his mouth at the same time and began sucking and rubbing them with his
tongue.

His breath was on my belly and his hands held my waist.

I almost crawled out of my skin it was so good.  My hips tensed, and my
hands pulled his hair, making his face press hard against me.

"More, Dad!"  Jumped out of my throat in a whisper.

He sucked me harder and I could feel an orgasm coming and my whole body
went rigid.  My hips were as high as I could make them.

It happened so fast I was a little lightheaded.

It was hard to breathe for a moment, but Dad was looking at me, smiling.

"Delicious!  Little-boy nectar!  Just a drop, but you did it, Dave.  I'm so
proud of you."  Dad whispered.

I fell asleep as he nuzzled my neck and pulled my pajama bottoms up.

This "underdeveloped" thing was working out okay so far.

...

The next visit, Dad dropped me off near the doctor's house with my bike so
I could ride home by myself.  I pedaled up the long driveway, parked my
bike and entered the office feeling a bit of a champ because I had
emissions now and my father was proud.

I went in and waited alone in the quiet office.

Today, I anticipated another evaluation and more new things to learn.
These were easy, fun lessons, and Dr. Burl listened to everything I said.
He took me seriously, as if my questions and problems were as real and as
important as any adult problems.

Dr. Burl left me in the exam room to undress.

"On the table, today, Dave.  Lay down on your back."  He said he would be
back in a few moments.

When he returned, he had the container of instruments and some of the same
equipment for my hormone injection and a camera.

He asked me if I still had my frenulum.

"Of course!"  I laughed.

"Where is it?"  He asked, looking behind my ear.  "Pop quiz."

I pointed near the tip of my penis and smiled.

"Are you circumcised?"  He asked.

"No.  I have my entire foreskin - they call it `uncut' or `intact.'  I told
him.

"Is your father cut?"  He raised an eyebrow.

"No.  He's intact, too."  I said.  "His foreskin is long; it covers up his
entire glans with more over the end!"

"Mercy!  Where is your perineum?"  He asked.

I lifted my knees and spread my legs and pointed behind my scrotum.

"Perfect.  Just perfect."  Dr. Burl said.  "You're a smart boy.  Now, let's
take some more measurements, but before I do, I want to inspect your skin
for changes in your hair follicles.  You'll have to be still for a while."

I nodded.

"Do you want your suppository now, or later?"

"Now."  I told him, wanting to feel his fingers rub inside my ass again.
It felt funny at first, but got a lot better.  It made me orgasm fast and
hard with man-juice!

He grabbed a cotton ball and dampened it with medication while he asked me
about my week, and about the bullying and teasing.  Mostly he listened and
nodded his head while he held the cotton ball with the numbing medicine
between my butt cheeks.

He re-opened my legs and rubbed around my anus, penetrating me a little
with his finger.

I looked up at his smiling face.

"Does that hurt?"  He asked.

"Feels good."

"Good, you're a beautiful man, and a big one pretty soon."

I watched as he opened the foil packet of the suppository.  He held it up
for me to see.

"Ready?"

I nodded and opened my legs wide for him.  He watched my face as he slowly
pressed the suppository deep inside me.

My anus was numb and didn't mind at all.

When the suppository melted, I felt him pulling his finger out, I asked him
to stop.  "Show me where my glands are again.  I think I forgot."

He chuckled and gently began massaging inside my rectum.

I got an erection and for the first time in my life, I saw fluid drip out
of my slit.  One, maybe two drops came out.

"Is that man-juice?"

"That's pre-seminal fluid.  Later on, your semen will come out during your
orgasm.  This is wonderful, though, good sign you're body is maturing."  He
grinned and tugged on my scrotum gently.

"Dad says that's when Mom's giving him a secret phone call."  I told the
doctor.

"Could be."  The doctor chuckled.  "But looks like you got a call from the
winner's club."

...

The doctor leaned over and found the plastic ruler, measuring my erection
before he continued to help me complete an orgasm with his big, warm hand.

This time more fluid came out of me.

He handed me a tissue, but stopped.

"I'll show you something important."  He swiped his finger through the
liquid.  "Taste it after you have your orgasm."  He put the liquid to his
tongue.

I tasted my liquid.

"When it starts tasting strong, that's a good sign.  Check that when you
masturbate.

"Let your father and me know when the taste changes, okay?"

"Yeah."  I was excited.  Wow, I had to check for my changes now.  This was
getting good!

...

Dr. Burl got a magnifying glass out and started inspecting under my arms
and along my lips, and chest, then my groin for hair.  His breath on my
skin felt warm and good as he talked about shaving, beards and moustaches.

He took a lot of pictures very close to my skin, and some others, but I
didn't care.  I had that dreamy feeling.

I didn't like it when he checked my neck and throat, but I kept my mouth
shut.

Dad said an Adam's apple was like a billboard advertising to the girls I
was on the market.  Wasn't ready for that - they might find out I was
underdeveloped and they gossiped all the time.  I heard them.

We talked body hair.

Dr. Burl told me some people shave their genitals, and around their behind,
and he talked about waxing and different kinds of hair removal.

"But you don't have to do any of that.  Clean and natural is just fine.
Soap and water work miracles in your love life."  He chuckled.

"Do you get cleaned up every day?"  He asked.

"Yep, by myself - for a long time."  I told him.

He spent a long time examining my nipples, and applied warm compresses to
them after he tweaked and massaged my muscles almost too deeply.

"Nice chest.  Good, strong responses."  He said and made a few notes and
took more pictures.

My nipples were tingling.

He measured my scrotum and got out a kind of a flashlight so he could see
the shadows of my testicles.  My scrotum was too small to get the
flashlight behind, so he gave up.

His fingers mashed around as he searched for my short vas deferens, and
rolled my testicles delicately between his fingers with a long "Hmmm."

...

He took some measurements of my scrotum again and checked a book, then came
back beside me.  "Are you still drowsy, Dave?"

"Yeah."

He looked in the drawer and found a small tube of some kind of medicine and
touched a bit on his finger.

"This is going to feel warm for a while, and I want you to be very quiet.
Be patient, the warmth will pass."

I nodded.

After grabbing my tiny ball sac, he began rubbing the blob of medicine on
my scrotum.  It started burning my skin after a few seconds, I got scared
thinking it would get worse.

I opened my mouth to yelp, but his eyes caught mine.

"Shhh."  He said.  "We need to stimulate the blood flow and remind your
body what year it is.  Try to relax and let the medicine work."

He touched the back of his fingers to my cheek and gave me an understanding
look.

Tears ran down my face, but after a while the burning stopped and it felt
warm and good.  The doctor's hands were gentle and easy on my tiny sac as
he wiped away the last of the medicine.

The doctor texted Dad about the burning medicine.

"Apply once every night for ninety days."  I wondered if Dad would make me
do it myself.  If he did, I was going to throw the stuff away and lie about
it.  That burned!

Then, the doctor slipped a small brown bottle in the pocket of my jeans.

...

The doctor measured my height and weight and asked me questions about my
diet and my exercise.

After filling the container with the equipment with warm water he asked me
if I wanted to sit on his lap, lean over the table or lay on the table for
my hormone treatment.

"Your lap."  I liked him holding me.

He grabbed another cotton ball and dampened it in numbing medication and
patted his thighs.  I almost jumped on his lap straddling him and spreading
my legs as far apart as I could and pressing my face on his neck.

His fingers pressed the cotton ball almost inside my anus, but it felt
good.  I knew what was coming.  Leaning against the doctor's chest, I was
relaxed and ready for my hormone treatment.

"Let's talk about recreation.  What kind of movies do you watch?"  He asked
and pulled the dilator out of the warm water.  I felt the pressure of the
tip pull on my anus as he pushed it inside me.

"Kid stuff.  Cartoons.  I play video games..."

"Have you seen romantic movies - when people fall in love?"

"Sometimes, when Mom and Dad watch."

"You're developing quickly.  Won't be long you before you'll want to kiss a
girl, then a woman.  Do you know how to do that?"

The dilator slid deeply inside me, still thin and easy.  Dr. Burl pulled it
out and pushed it back in several times before he started expanding it
inside me.

I felt one click as it opened a little bit.

"That feels good."  I told him.

"If you have a friend, you kiss them like this."  He turned his head and
kissed my forehead, then my cheek.  "That's for friends.  Now practice that
on me."

I kissed his neck several times.

"I need one on my cheek now.  That's the special friendship-kiss place."

I lifted my head and felt the dilator expand wider inside me.

Click.

I kissed his cheek.

He rubbed my back for a while and told me that women like to have things in
a certain order.  "Kissing helps get a relationship in order they like.

"Smiles come first, and talking with them makes them comfortable.  You may
have to stop there if she decides that's enough.

"If she likes you, give her friendship kiss and a hug, and then maybe
she'll let you hug her longer, and give her a longer kiss.  That might be
the time to exchange a little gift like some of your lunch or a card.

"It can get really exciting when they let you kiss them for a long time."
He told me

soon, I would feel a great need to put my erection inside them and
ejaculate.

"But you can't jump into their panties.  No!  How upsetting!  They start
crying because it's so sudden in their private places.  You'd probably do
the same thing if they stuck their hand in your pants.

"That's too fast, much too fast - 9-1-1 on Dave!  Women have to trust you
before you can touch them.  Go slow and let them know you're going to be
gentle.  Kisses are slow, and gentle."

"If they say no, well, you can go home and masturbate and have a fantasy
about them.  Not the same as sex but that happens often."

"Now, hold your head up.  It's time to learn how to kiss so maybe you won't
have to masturbate your life away."

"This is important!"  I thought about getting things in order and building
trust with kisses.

He put his lips on mine.

I didn't know what to do.

He kissed my lips softly and his tongue came out to lick my lips.  His
teeth grabbed my lower lip, and then he sneaked his tongue to feel the
inside of my lip.

I kissed him back.

"Yes.  That's right."  He whispered into my mouth.  "Keep going."

I felt the third click and knew that something good was coming.  My penis
was erect.

This time, he twisted the dilator inside me and it felt good.  He pulled it
out and pushed it in slowly.

I slid my tongue in and out his lips as he moved the dilator inside me.  My
hips began hunching into him.

"Quick study, what a passionate man!  Does that make you want an orgasm?"
He asked.  I nodded.

"Kisses do that.  Lean back a little and put your hands on your erection
and make a big drop of pre-seminal fluid for me today."  He said and
smiled.

The dilator came out and I frowned.

He saw my displeasure.

"Okay."  He slipped two fingers inside me and slowly began with short
strokes as I smiled.  He was getting closer to my glands with his
fingertips.

I was very excited and wanted to see my penis make liquid again and taste
it.

It wasn't long, I mean like ten rubs, and I was hunching hard until one
drop stood proudly on the tip of my erection.

"Look!"  I told him.

We tasted it together.

"Virgin fluid.  Remember that taste."  He said softly and stroked my hair.

It didn't taste like much to me.

...

I was dopey from the orgasm and leaned back against his chest.

"Ready for your hormone treatment now?"

"Yeah.  I like that a lot.  Feels good."

I felt the big, warm metal syringe enter me slowly and the warm liquid
being pushed up inside me.

For some reason, I understood kissing in that moment, and put my lips on
the doctor's lips and pushed my tongue inside his mouth.  It felt so good
when his tongue played with mine - smooth and easy and satisfying.  One of
the doctor's arms wrapped around me and stroked along my ribs and waist.

That felt very good, especially after I'd made virgin fluid happen.

The doctor picked me up and laid me on the table and massaged me while he
told me how bad the street drugs were for my manhood.

"Never, never.  You don't need them.  If you think you do, come here and
we'll find some other way...  Lots of other ways to deal with your
problems.  You don't need the drugs when you have friends."

Then he told me to tell my father what I'd learned - "Your dad will be so
proud of you.  I know I am.  You're responding to the treatments very well
- great emission today."

...

That night after dinner, my father came into my room and asked me what
happened at the doctor's office.  I told him I learned to kiss.

"Oh, really?"  He said.  "Well, it's time you learn to shower, like a man.
No more kiddie baths for you!  Get your pajamas and a towel, meet me in the
bathroom."

He went downstairs and told Mom he was having a "father-son" night, "Time
for some adult hygiene habits."

She told him that was great.  "Remind him adults put the seat down and
flush the toilet!"

In the bathroom, Dad showed me how to wait for the water to get to the
right temperature and how to use the shower hose.  He slipped his clothes
off quickly to join me.

His big hands on my body were slippery and strong.

"Now, get your underarms.  Then your groin - everywhere down there and
behind your balls."  He took his hand and pulled my foreskin back, and
gently pinched my glans between his big fingers.

"Get this place.  You'll get stinky quick if you don't clean it every day.
I mean every day!"

His hands went to my cleft of my butt.  I felt his finger almost penetrate
me and I gasped.

"Did that hurt?"  He asked.

"Nope."  I smiled, watching his scrotum swing a little, and his penis nod,
fully erect.

"Now, the doctor told you to masturbate every day.  Most men masturbate in
the shower because the soap makes your hands feel slippery - almost like a
vagina."

"I had emissions today."  I told him.  "Virgin fluid."

"Really?  Let's wait till we get out of the shower, I want to see that."

He let me watch him shoot his cum all over the shower, and then rinse it
off while we laughed.

...

He stood me on the toilet seat, and asked if I needed some help
masturbating.

I thought he would put his hands on my like Dr. Burl.  But he leaned over
and took my scrotum and penis in his mouth at the same time again and began
sucking hard.

What could I do?  It was great!

I thought I would die it felt so good and grabbed his hair, not letting him
move away.  His tongue and lips were pulling on me, then I felt his finger
on my anus, rubbing lightly.

"Dad, I'm gonna orgasm."  My knees shook as I grunted and started feeling
frantic.  "It's virgin fluid.  Now!  Daddy, now!"

He just sucked harder and his tongue worked me faster.

Strangely, I felt hot fluid rise into my penis.

I was cumming!

I could feel it happening inside me for the first time.  Finally, I made
enough to feel it coming up my penis and out the end!

It happened fast, then I had to push my Dad's head away from me he was
sucking so hard.

I felt great inside my chest and my tummy.

"Delicious."  He whispered, and smiled.

I explained what the doctor said about the taste changing.

"He said I make virgin fluid now."  I didn't know what that really meant, I
thought it meant something like "Grade A" on the milk carton and I was
making some kind of primo man-juice.

Dad smiled and tousled my hair.  "Virgin cum is the best.  But I'll look
out for the taste changing, that's going to make me so proud."

Still standing on the toilet seat, I leaned over to him and kissed him with
my tongue in his mouth.

He was surprised!

His face got red and he finally grinned.  "Hot!"

Unfortunately, Dad started rubbing my scrotum with the stinging medication
that night, but he held me close during the first few moments until it
stopped burning.

He'd tell me about what happened to him when he was in school, and how his
body changed.

He told me about the pranks he pulled and the trouble he got into - like
spankings and detention hall.

Interesting.

...

After three months with Dr. Burl, he brought a camera out again and took
pictures under my arms and along the base of my penis.  Nothing yet.

He took a picture of my erection beside a ruler.

Dr. Burl sent me home with a note saying I needed more dignified
undergarments and a larger size.

"Note his waist is now larger.  Please let him select non-binding styles
without a childish motif."

Dad and I went online and I ordered some new underwear that looked smooth
and sleek - none of them had cartoon characters on them.  It felt good to
wear them.  Two pair felt slippery and cool.  I really liked them.

Dad got some of those for himself, too.

When they arrived, I modeled a pair for Mom and Dad.

Mom was delighted, "These little undies are just so darling on you!"

She took some pictures of me showing my dimples and my new underwear.

"Undies!"  Dad rolled his eyes and said he would model his briefs for her
later on.  "Without the camera."

...

The doctor sent along a suggested diet with more protein and the name of a
vitaminized brewer's yeast tablet with extra iron in it.  My father bought
the pills and showed my mother the diet.  She agreed, saying it looked good
diet.

"Anything that helps, but this looks good.  Creamed asparagus, yummy!"

Dad and I cringed.

I hated creamed anything - he hated asparagus.

I didn't eat cereal in the morning anymore, but had toast and eggs, and had
to eat more vegetables at night.  Mom allocated out my portions every
morning and evening according to the regime instructions.

I got a pill every day and started feeling zippier, but I really didn't
like eating so much - especially turnips and endive.  Collard greens were
the worst.

Children could die because they're forced to eat liver.

I swear that's true.  I almost choked to death on liver and onions!

Awful way to ruin bacon.

...

Sometimes at night Dad would measure my penis when I was aroused, but
usually he sucked the droplets of fluid from me while he fingered my butt.

I don't know how much virgin fluid my body made - he swallowed it all and
sucked me hard for more.

He spent a lot of time sniffing me, especially on my groin and between my
legs - he said he was "snorting musk."

Whatever.  The stubble on his face felt good on my skin.

Then the medication came out, and my scrotum got rubbed and heated.  I was
getting used to it but didn't like those first few moments.  So he started
kissing me when he applied the medicine, and using his tongue when he
kissed so I couldn't say anything.

Dad said I was getting bigger, but I couldn't tell.

I fell asleep almost immediately after the medication.  He tucked me in
tightly under the covers.

I felt loved and very proud of my body.

...

Six months later, Dr. Burl and I had discussed condoms, gay, and bisexual
people, sexually transmitted diseases, gender and body dysmorphia, sexual
consent and what it means, and a number of topics most kids don't know
about till much later.

We even talked about buying stocks and playing the lottery one afternoon.

Our conversations became more serious sometimes, but I liked it.  He always
listened to me and never chastised me for my decisions, but offered some
other options or more information.

Sometimes he told me "secrets" men have, like doubts and worries that get
in the way of their success in life.

"Worry can block your progress and put the brakes on your sex life.  That
causes an anxiety and makes the situation worse.  Don't get caught in the
cycle."

I listened, this was probably important, though nothing seemed to stop my
almost constant erections.

"Worries go away when you focus on your health and happiness.  Don't think
so hard about everything wrong. Think about what's right.  Go out for a
walk, do something fun - find a way to relax.  Your body works best when
you're relaxed."

The doctor told me there would be times I'd be so tense that my girlfriend
might become impatient and frustrated - "maybe you've run out of energy or
semen or both.

"Tell your lover to bookmark that feeling and you'll get back to it later,
then move on to another way to way to enjoy yourselves.  Don't fight your
urges - rearrange them.  The right lover will help you."

He was patient, matter-of-fact and not judgmental about my questions and
comments, even when I asked how to dodge eating liver and onions.  He
turned away, but I think he was chuckling.

We discussed one of the girls at school who flirted with me.  The doctor
explained how to deal with flirting.

"You can ask her to be specific about what she wants from you.  If she's
honest, and knows what she wants, she'll explain herself.  Maybe she wants
to talk or get to know you, and that's easy enough to say.

"You deserve all the information, and if you can't get it, you can't make a
good decision.  "Move yourself along to a clearer place, smarter people.
Move along nicely - no swagger and no comment.  Let other people figure
things out for themselves and know that some never will."

That seemed like a pretty good way to deal with a lot of things.

...

At school I became a different student and I kept my grades high.  I was
still quiet, but more confident, and looked the other boys in the eye when
I spoke with them or didn't answer their ignorant remarks.

The girls noticed, too.  I asked them about what they wanted when they
stood nearby and giggled - they couldn't explain what they wanted.  I just
smiled and walked away.

"Maybe later."  I told them, and it worked!

Mom said my posture improved, and noticed my socks were showing quite a bit
- my legs were getting longer and I needed new shoes.

I got new jeans and new tee shirts and new sneakers, and I felt so cool!
Mom let me pick out my new clothes by myself.

Instead of the baseball team, Dr. Burl told me to try out for the track
team or the swim team and go home afterward if I didn't want to stay at
school and shower with the other boys.

"You may be built more for speed than strength - we're not sure yet.
Decide for yourself, but go out for some sport or club and do your best.
Have some fun and make some friends for your high school days."

I was still behind in my physical development, but I had a few more hairs
that my father was very proud of when I showed him.  He kissed all of them
and some more I couldn't see around my nipples and between my legs - all
the way to my ass.  I hoped for more back there - it felt great when he
kissed and licked my ass.

...

Ten months later I could hardly sit on the doctor's lap any more.

I'd gained height and weight, but continued my treatments, enjoying them
immensely.

I learned what the word "sensual" meant and I was crazy about sensual
things!

Now, I smiled often and I joined the band.

Dad got me a clarinet, and made a soundproofed place in the garage for me
to practice.  I had headphones and listened to every clarinet player in
history and Mom got me lessons.

Maybe my music wasn't so great, but I was having a blast with the other
kids!

We traveled around through the different schools in our city playing with
their band or having a concert for parents.

Almost overnight the thought of girl's flowered panties caused big, hot
erections if I happened to get a peek during recess.

Dad said to think about icebergs and glaciers instead of hot, wet pussies.

Icebergs and glaciers never worked for me - pussy "ring tones" made a real
mess in my briefs.

...

One special afternoon Dr. Burl told me it was time to measure again.  He
found his measuring tape and calipers.

"Let's see what we've got here."  I stroked myself and looked at the
ceiling while he measured, then I felt the calipers touch my scrotum, then
the measuring tape on my penis.  Dr. Burl made some notes in my file and
took more photos.

"You may not need to be coming much longer.  Your development is almost
where you need to be.  Growing into a fine man."  He winked at me.

"What?"  My heart fell!

I loved the orgasms, and the dilator and his fingers rubbing inside me.
Give up the dreamy orgasms with kisses and felt loved every week by a
well-respected professional man who appreciated the difficult situations in
my world?

No way!  What thirteen-year-old guy wouldn't miss all that?

Then, I liked telling my dad about what happened while he sucked me hard at
night.

He kissed me and stroked my body and made me shiver and shake during those
orgasms.  His smell filled my bedroom, and his body was warm and always
ready to hold me and make a lot pleasure happen while I came for him.

"But I'm still not very big.  What happens if my growth stops again?"  I
asked the doctor.

"Looking good for a young man, I think your development is robust enough to
continue."  He said.

He looked at me for a long time smiling, then went to the exam table and
opened a drawer and pulled out two metal contraptions.

Stirrups.

"We'll continue your hormone treatments for a few months, but in a
different way.  No more numbing medicine, no more dilator and no more of
your "dreamy" suppositories - you're almost too relaxed.  Is that alright?"

"Sure."  I wasn't sure exactly what he had in mind, but I began undressing
and looking forward to an incredible orgasm.

The doctor liked my orgasms as much as Dad but never said so.

"Up on the table today and put your feet in the metal holders.

This felt uncomfortable.  I couldn't touch the doctor; he wasn't holding
me, warm and letting me kiss him as much as I wanted.  But I assumed the
position feeling completely vulnerable and exposed.

He went into another room and came back with what looked like an IV stand
on wheels.

"Are you going to use a needle?"  I didn't like that - I may have to run.

"Adults adapt and move forward."  He checked the tubing and drained the air
out of the tube.

"These aren't intravenous medications; they need to be absorbed very slowly
through your colon.  This is a colon tube; it will go further inside you.
First, I'll give you some herbs to help you become serene, and then the
second part will take your spirit along with your body into adulthood.

"This takes several weeks to start working.  You'll like this."

He massaged my perineum firmly.  I felt the small plastic tip of the tube
touch my anus lightly.  The doctor smiled at me.

"Breathe and relax."  His finger entered my ass at the same time guiding
the small plastic tip to the right place, and it went further inside me,
bumping lightly around in places that hadn't been touched before deep in my
belly.

The bag slowly emptied its contents into my colon.  My belly felt odd with
the different warm medicine inside it, but then a little feeling of
wholeness and well-being sneaked inside me like how tendrils on a vine wend
around searching for something to grip.

He inspected my nipples closely and smiled as he tugged at the few hairs
growing around them now.  Then, his hand went to my throat feeling for the
growing cartilage shape.

"Almost, Dave."  He whispered.  "Almost completely caught up."

A few moments later, I felt drained, as if someone pulled all my stuffing
out of me - I felt kind of empty everywhere inside my skin, but very
relaxed.

Our conversation was about sexual positions and how women birth babies and
how men help.

"If they start screaming and cursing, just hold them very gently and ask if
they need some medication.  Your kisses will help - be very patient and
quiet.  You'll see what happened to your sperm - it became a whole baby and
you just made a family to love you!  Incredible gift."

The tube kept leaking the medicine slowly inside me.

He leaned over and stroked my scrotum.

"Perfect morphology - classic shape."

That surprised me, and my erection waved and twitched begging for his
attention.

That's when I noticed an intense feeling of well-being pulse through me,
and I was feeling wonderful, but not like the dreamy medication.  I was
fully conscious and everything in the world was fine - absolutely and
perfectly fine.

I felt so strong and calm.

Unbelievable feeling, and very welcomed by my still uncertain teen-aged
psyche.

...

"You may need this to cover your eyes.  Find a fantasy while I give you
your the second part of your treatment."  I didn't understand.

"This will be more intense."  He gently rubbed my anus for a moment and I
felt the plastic tip sneaking further upward.

I felt everything happening, and it was gentle and exciting, slow and
arousing.  The little tip continued moving upward inside me, but not
hurting - feeling peculiar, like it was searching again.

"Your physical development, your relationships, and your place in your
world - they're all coming along.  From now on I'll be giving you
treatments that pull all those parts together - this is a kind of spiritual
treatment.

"All the different parts of you will dovetail seamlessly.  Cover your eyes,
the lights will feel too bright."

He pulled a syringe out of his pocket and injected the needle into the
plastic tubing and slowly pressed the plunger, watching my face intently,
smiling.

The fluids began again, deeper this time.  I started breathing faster for
some reason and felt a tickle in my throat.

"What's happening?"  I asked.

"Breathe deeply.  All of the parts are starting to come together to make a
beautiful man."

Slowly, a strange, mysterious feeling happened inside me as the liquid
flowed.

I covered my eyes; light burned into my brain.

He pulled a small stool to end of the table where my legs were splayed and
stood over me.

His warm hands gently rubbed along my entire torso, my thighs and groin and
they felt like warm tides on the beach.

"Relax and let the medicine go into your blood stream and into all your
cells."

For a moment, I thought I could feel that happening.  Every cell in my body
was vibrating as if they were all humming peacefully together.

"Let's talk about being a virgin."

He went on to explain about how children have sexuality, and the different
stages and different kinds of sexual enjoyment they have in their ways.

"Sometimes virgin means innocent, or naive, or maybe someone who doesn't
realize fully what's going on.  Lots of different meanings, like being pure
or untouched.  But it's more a state of mind than anything else."

Then he talked about how "first times" are important, and how people have
to be gentle and kind to their lovers or anyone with their first times for
anything.

"That could be a friend who's trying out for the team, or someone before
their first job interview."

"Your first time with sex is going to be important, so go slow.  Make it
special and never give or take excessive pain.  That leaves a bad feeling
about sex for a long time."

All that made sense to me.

"You're still making your precious virgin fluids, right?"  He asked.

"Yeah."  Dad told me it was delicious every night, but that was my secret.

Thinking about Dad sucking me, I grabbed my erection and started stroking
myself.  I asked the doctor if he could rub my glands again.

My hips began hunching upward and my torso twitched and tensed.  This was
going very a monumental orgasm - whatever was in that liquid I was
absorbing was phenomenally sensitizing every neuron in my body.  I felt
electrified.

Dr. Burl stretched my anus and slipped two fingers along the tube, and it
went straight to the place that excited me.

"Focus."  He began massaging inside, deeply.  His fingers went to my
scrotum, and he gently tugged between my testicles apart just enough to get
my attention.

Good thing he did that, I felt like I was flying through the universe
feeling cold-nothing brushing against my face, and distant stars calling to
me.

"As hard as you can - as much as you can."  He was breathing faster as he
encouraged me.

"Can't stop this, and can't grab hold of it either."  I thought to myself.
Too much - I had no control over this slippery, deep feeling churning low
inside my pelvis.

Everything seemed to happen at the same time - I had to surrender and take
this enormous orgasm anyway it wanted to hit.

I was making loud grunting noises and my buttocks tensed as my hips bucked.
My feet dug into the stirrups and I instinctively wanted to hump hard.

Sweat dripping, I kept my rear as close as I could to the doctor's warm
fingers and those incredible sensations.  Everything felt bigger and deeper
and stronger inside me.

All my cells were still vibrating, but harder now, like holding a buzzing
chain saw.

Brain still orbiting some other planet in another universe didn't seem to
interfere with a big, incoming orgasm.

Without any warning I felt hot fluid rush from deep inside me, under
pressure - crashing through me, fast.  I felt frantic to get it out and
make space for the incoming pleasure.

Now, I pressed the towel to my face wiping perspiration out of my eyes
sensing all the unconscious, involuntary actions triggering through my
body.  Waves of heat surged through my skin and receded.

My toes curled and the bottoms of my feet tingled and I couldn't help but
grunt loudly with each rush.

Two wet splashes of ejaculate hit my chest, but I couldn't stop hunching
and pushing with my hips until the rich, expansive feelings from endorphins
replaced my urgent need to expel sperm.  I wanted to feel emptied,
completely.

It happened!

For a few moments I was as empty as outer space, a void; emptiness.  Oddly,
the emptiness swirled into a gyre with profound pleasure centering
somewhere behind my eyes.

Dr. Burl kept still and pressed deeply.  I heard him open the valve fully
and felt the treatment beginning to fill me higher inside my torso and it
felt so good, so incredible, and I wanted more of it.

I lay on the table a long time enjoying silence and gasping with this
strange, sensual voyage.

...

I was still breathing hard when I felt Dr. Burl move.

"This will feel odd, but it won't hurt."  He pulled the long, snake-like
tube out of my rectum and turned me on my side.

In a daze, I lay perfectly still and enjoying something of a swinging
sensation, as if I were in a huge, interplanetary hammock, as some parts of
me drifted back to earth and rejoined smoothly bringing me to full
consciousness again.

I don't know how long my eyes were closed enjoying that, but eventually I
opened my eyes to see the doctor smiling at me.

"Good orgasm?"  He chuckled softly.

I grinned, then looked down at my chest at the splatters of my ejaculate.
"Like a bomb blast and an implosion at the same time.  Is all this mine?"

Immediately I tasted it and my eyes lit up.  "Semen!  I taste sperm!"

The doctor dabbed some on his finger and took it to his lips.

"Hmmm.  Let's check."

He went to the cabinet and pulled a small microscope out, pulled the cover
off and took a slide and dabbed it on the biggest spot on my chest.

He turned the tiny light on and grinned and made more adjustments.  "You're
right!"

After checking several more times, "Come, look."

I wiped my chest and stood up, and leaned over the microscope.  There were
sperm wiggling around!

I looked over to his face and grinned.  "Wow, my sperm!"

"What does that mean?"  He asked.

"I'm a man now."  I said, grinning, and feeling warm inside.

"You always have been.  But what does that mean in your relationships?"

"I can make a girl pregnant?  I can make kids now?"

"Right.  Lot of power in that, so guard these sperm carefully.  Wait for
the right person and the right time.

"Back on the table, we need to check the secondary characteristics."

I got on the table and lay still while the doctor put his microscope away
and he returned with his magnifying glass, searching for more hair on my
groin, then under my arms and on my chest.  He made a few notes and took
more pictures.

My face muscles hurt from grinning so long.

This new deeper treatment made me feel different, or maybe it was my sperm.

Now, I felt stronger, and my chest felt wider and I was powerful!

Potent.

...

When he came to my face looking for new beard hairs, I pushed his hand
aside and kissed him for a long time.  A big, heavy brick of profound
satisfaction expanded in my chest.

He kissed me back and our tongues twined and explored.  His face became
red, and he pulled away from me.

"You've learned that well, Dave.  Passionate man."  Was all he said.

But I was anxious.  "Dr. Burl, I don't want to stop hormone treatments.  I
like coming here."

"Dave, you're body is catching up, and your development is amazing.  You're
a success."  He thought for a moment.

"Is your father still massaging your scrotum at night?  Are you still
masturbating once a day?"

"He uses the medication every night."  I blushed and didn't say anything
else but looked away.

Dr. Burl was no fool.

"Is your father helping you masturbate?"  He stroked my cheek and looked
into my eyes.  "It's alright, masturbating with another man is very common,
a natural event."

I nodded.

"Tell me."  He said, staring into my eyes.  "Does he help you?"

In a tiny voice I explained that before my father massaged my scrotum with
the stinging liquid he took my penis and scrotum in his mouth and sucked
and tongued me until I came.

"Do you ejaculate?"  He asked.

I blushed again and nodded.  "He says it's delicious boy-nectar.  Virgin
man-juice."

"One day, probably soon, your penis and scrotum won't fit in his mouth any
longer.  Your father will want to do something else.  He may want to give
you his own hormone treatment.  Do you want that?  Do you want your
father's erection in your rectum?  It's okay to say yes, or to think about
it.  It's always okay to say no."

Dad had already switched to sucking my penis every night, I'd grow so much.

He'd already taught me to suck him.  I did, not every night, but more often
as the weeks passed.

The taste of my father's semen was peculiar at first, but I'd come to love
sucking him and seeing his pleasure, and the deep kisses he gave me
afterward.

"He's my dad.  I have to let him."

"No, I taught both of you about consent.  Your rear isn't ready for his
erection - he's got a big one, and it could tear your skin.

"Maybe in a year or two, if you want to have anal sex with someone.  You'll
know when you're big enough.  Don't let anyone force you.  Never."

"You could write him a note."  I said, hoping to get out of defying my
father about something he really loved.  Dad and I talked about different
kinds of sex; he talked about anal sex a lot.  Dad rubbed inside my ass
when he explained...

"No.  This is your body, and you have to tell him, and he should wait until
you're ready.  Your body is your responsibility.

"Do you want to go to the emergency room and have everyone looking at your
anus for hours and taking photographs for the police and the judge?  That
could cause a lot of problems for you and especially for him - he would
have to leave for a long time."

I remembered what Dad said about a bad place and not coming home again.

...

Pulling a large book from the shelf, Dr. Burl flipped through the pages and
showed me a page full of photographs of erect penises.  They were grey,
pink, red, and black, all kinds of skin colors, all shapes and lengths.

Some were skinny - others were curved and looked funny.  They were all
photographed beside a twelve-inch ruler to show their length.

"These are some of the men I've helped."  There were hundreds of photos.

"This one is your father."  His finger showed me my father's erection, and
his scrotum and the ruler.

"He came back during his first year of college to show me how he was
doing."  He smiled.

"See how big he is, almost nine inches long, and thicker than most - do you
really think that would fit inside your rectum?  The cylinder I use is one
and an eighth inches wide and four and a half inches long.  That seemed to
be comfortable for you.  Your father is much bigger, and so thick!"

I pointed to a picture of a tiny penis with a child-like scrotum.  "Is that
me?"

"That's my penis."  He said softly.

"That's smaller than mine was!"  I said.

"Right.  We didn't have much help when I was young."  He closed the book.

"There are all kinds of sizes and shapes of penises and vaginas.  There's a
perfect lover for everyone so you never have to damage your body or anyone
else's during sex.  You can always find another way to enjoy intimacies."

He explained.

...

After putting the book away the doctor started measuring my chest and my
biceps, my waist and hips very quietly taking notes.  His hand went to my
penis, and he stroked gently, then measured my length and around my
scrotum.

"Can you make another erection for me?  Nice, hard erection for your
records?"

"Can I sit on your lap?"  I negotiated a small pleasure.

"Almost too big for that now, but sure."  He sat on the chair where he'd
sat for all the months applying the medicine and inserting the dreamy
suppositories.

I straddled him, completely naked, uninhibited and without shame.  I was
proud now, and my arms ringed his neck.

"Will you remind me where my glands are?"  I asked, smiling sheepishly.

He put down his measuring tape and pencil and applied some of the gel to
his fingertips and began rubbing my anus, smiling.

"No numbing today."  He reminded me.

"Good.  I like the way it feels."  I sighed feeling the familiar, warm
fingers.  I looked in his eyes and kissed him when he gave me a small
smile.

When my tongue entered his lips, I felt his fingers press hard into my
anus.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Pick up the measuring tape and hold it on your erection."  He whispered.

I had to force my eyes open and I leaned back and put the tape on the base
of my penis.

"Count to ten, slowly."  The doctor said softly.

As I counted, his fingers began massaging inside me gently as he made short
strokes in and out my anus.  I counted slowly through our kisses, and when
I got to number five...

"Look."  He said.

On the tip of my penis was a small bead of liquid.  I tasted it while he
smiled, watching.

"Good man.  Plenty of pre-seminal fluid is a beautiful gift for your
lover."  He whispered.

I kept counting, but my voice jerked and my eyes glazed over.  When I got
to number eight I was breathing hard.

"Measure your erection."  He told me.

"Four and three quarters..."  I said, surprised and proud, but I went back
to my orgasm.

He pressed me against his chest while I pumped and he massaged gently
inside my ass.

I remember groaning and his hand coming to my chin, lifting it for a tender
kiss on my lips.

"You're a spectacular man."  He told me softly.  "God, I'll miss you."

My cum shot through my fingers, hot and filling the room with the smell of
my manhood.  He pulled his fingers out of me slowly and gently, then petted
my anus and cleft.

I noticed I'd spurted over his lab coat and up onto his cheek.  He just
smiled.

"I made a mess."  I said.

"Sex is like that.  Thank you for a lovely mess."  He said.

I licked the drops off his cheek, and it was sharp and salty, a little
strong.  I smiled.

My hands went back to his neck and his hands went around my waist as he
rocked me against him.

...

Hesitantly, I asked the doctor if I was gay.

He pressed me against him.  "I don't know.  Do you feel like you're
attracted to men more than women?"

"I don't know many women, and the girls still confuse me.  The guys are
okay, well some of them are."  I responded.

I felt him chuckle.

"You don't have to decide right now, and when you decide you may change
your mind later.  Maybe you like both.  Either way, it's not so important
right now.  You'll know when it happens - lust is a strong feeling, very
strong."

He kissed my neck.

"Men have sex with men, especially when they're young and have a lot of
drive.  Just remember about consent and keep your health and safety first.
If you don't feel comfortable about sex - leave.  Try something else later.
You can always stop anytime."

His hands rubbed along my back, warm and strong.

"Are you gay?"  I asked.

He didn't say anything for a long time.

I waited and snuggled my face against his neck.

"Sometimes I think about making love with a man - and how that feels.  That
doesn't make me gay; it's just a thought - a fantasy.  Some women are so
beautiful or sweet, it's hard not to respond to their bodies and think
about sex with them.

"Sometimes I have fantasies about other things - they come and go...  Like
yours do."

"Yeah."  I wondered if he could read my mind or that was part of being
human.

We were quiet for a long time while he held me.

"I don't want to stop hormone treatments."  I told him again.

"Dave, you're going to meet someone soon, and fall in love.  They'll give
you some hormone rushes I could never give you.  It's hard to be patient
when you're young, but it's going to happen.  Will you come back and let me
know?"

I didn't answer him.  Part of me was still a hardheaded child and didn't
like hearing I was going to have to stop seeing him and give up all his
affection.

...

That night my father came into my room to massage me.  I told him about
seeing my sperm under the microscope.

To my surprise, my father kissed me for a long time with his hands
exploring my penis and between my legs.  He was excited.

"I'll get you some condoms.  What kind do you want?"

"Condoms?  I'm only fourteen - did you see a line of women around the block
waving their panties around hollering my name?  Sheesh, Dad - back to the
planet, please."

Then, I told him the hard part.

"Dr. Burl told me I didn't need many more treatments.  I don't want to
stop."

"But you're developing so well, and you've grown.  Now sperm and lots of
pre-cum, great equipment.  I think he's right."

I looked away.

"I'm going to miss him.  I love him, and he cares about me."

"I felt that way, too, son.  I loved Dr. Burl, too.  I didn't want to leave
him because he treated me so well.

"He helped me build my confidence."  Dad stopped for a moment, "Maybe I
could help you now."

"No."  I was still upset.  "I'm going to lose my best friend."

"Yeah.  Let's do our routine, we'll talk about it."

"No medicine tonight.  I'm sad - and I don't want the medication any more."

Dad went downstairs to talk to Mom, came back, shut the door and undressed.

He turned off the lights.

Under the sheets, pulling me against him, cuddling and holding me against
his warmth, his hands went through my hair.

"Time you got a different haircut, you look more like a waif than my son.
We'll go tomorrow.  And you need slacks without elastic in the back - your
sweet butt needs some tight jeans."

He kissed my neck and I felt him rubbing his erection along my cleft
slowly.  His glans touched my scrotum gently again and again.  The sticky
pre-cum he made felt good, but I wasn't erect.

"I'll sleep with you tonight, we'll be sad together and we'll wake up glad
to be healthy.  Okay?"  He whispered when I didn't respond to him.

"Yeah."  I was still downhearted about losing Dr. Burl.

"Does it help to know I love you?  I'll be here if you have problems, and
you have to admit I'm almost as gentle as the doctor, right?"

"Not the same."  I told him.

"You're right - every lover is different."

I fell asleep thinking about what that meant, but I didn't quite
understand.  When did I have lovers?

...

Dad and I talked every night and he came up with a cool idea.

"We can make him a goodbye gift, something rare and personal to remember
you by."  He told me.

We went to the craft store and bought some things, and then the next
Saturday we went to the garage and made my gift together.  It was
interesting, but the craft stuff smelled awful.

During my last visits, instead of whining, I told the doctor I was proud,
and healthier.

I thanked him and told him I would love him forever for giving me so much.
My lips were drawn to his, and I had to hold myself back from kissing him
all the time and he knew that ending my visits was hard for me.

That was a hard thing for me to do; I wanted more of his affection.  I
wanted to kiss him and love him for a long time.

The doctor smiled, he continued giving me the bigger treatments and I was
more excited about my life after I got them.

My self-confidence was building, but I didn't realize it.  I had no measure
for the changes that were happening inside me.  I'd gone from elf to
adolescent and running hard into my teenage years from the springboard of
the doctor's treatments.

Every week, it seemed I became clearer about college and my direction - I
was going out for the swim team and reviewing scholarships and study-abroad
programs.

Girls and women were a little easier to figure out, but I'd need a job
before I could go very far with them.

Dating is expensive!

...

For my last visit, I wrapped my gift and sat with my father in the waiting
room.

Dr. Burl was surprised to see Dad with me, but he welcomed us both back to
the exam room where I'd learned so much and had so much pleasure.

"We made you a gift."  Dad said.

The doctor smiled, and unwrapped a clear paperweight.  Centered inside was
a small vial sealed with a tiny lid.

"What's this?"  He held the paperweight up and tilted it back and forth
watching the liquid swirl in the miniscule tube.

"Virgin cum."  I said, smiling.

Dr. Burl's eyes filled with tears and he held me close against him.

"You can kiss, if you want."  Dad told him, and the doctor kissed me with a
long, exciting kiss.  I felt my erection grow inside my new jeans.

"Virgin fluid.  Precious as gold.  Semen, too?"  He kissed my neck and
squeezed me again.

"Yeah.  Thanks for everything."  I told him and kissed him hard again.

"Doctor, we like for you to change the routine today for us."  Dad said.

"Sure, we can change things around.  What did you have in mind?  Do you
want to give him his last treatment?"  He was calm, but curious.

The room went silent as Dad and I stared at each other for a moment.

...

"I don't want to be a virgin anymore."  I started, but became embarrassed,
and I looked at Dad.

"Let's just say that Dave wants to give me his virginity today, and we'd
like if you helped us."  Dad tried to explain.

The doctor looked at us for a long time, then lifted my chin, "Is this what
you want, Dave?"

"I want real sex - I want to cum inside him."

I started again, "We talked about it for a long time.  Being a virgin is
okay, I guess, but it's time for me to let that go and...

"Well, it's time - I'm not a child anymore.  This is the next step.  I
don't think I'm ready for a whole woman yet."

"Hmmm.  A whole woman..."  The doctor thought about it for a few more
moments.  "You can wait, that's alright, too.  Are you sure this is your
next step?"

"I want to be responsible for my body, and I want my Dad to take...  I want
to give my dad my virginity where I'm comfortable and have some help - if
you would..."

Dad told him that this was my idea, and I nodded, hoping the doctor would
help me.

"Get undressed; I'm going to put this gold in my office."  He left the room
with his gift but he was thinking hard.

I could tell.

...

"Not a child, not a virgin.  A complete man in a few minutes."  I thought -
my heart was beating like a timpani in my chest.

The doctor came back into the room and turned off the lights, only lighting
a small lamp in the corner.  He wasn't smiling, but he appeared interested,
but rather distant.

"Did you talk... about, um, how?  Which position he wants - you want?"

"We want to use the table, with the stirrups.  I want to watch everything."
I said clearly.

"Alright."  While he leaned over to get the stirrups out of the drawer, he
asked me if knew what to do and what to expect.

"If you're going to enter your father, you'll need to keep yourself erect
and treat him tenderly at the same time.  That might be difficult if you
get excited."

"Dad said we can stop any time, it would be okay."  I told him.

The doctor nodded.

...

Dad told the doctor that he was looking forward to my erection inside him.

"We've discussed this for several weeks now, and decided we wanted Dave's
first time to be the best.  Mine, too."

Then, the doctor asked if this was my Dad's first time.

"Still a virgin - uhn, back there?"

Dad nodded.

"Damn hinky rite of passage for an old guy."  He told Dad and shot him a
sharp look.

"Hinky, maybe, but I want my son's first time to be loving and comfortable.
I want him to be safe.  Couldn't stand the thought of him with a stranger,
and some mishap..."

"Oh, I understand almost too well."  Dr. Burl looked angry.  "He's young;
you could permanently damage...  the kind we can't fix.  He has a future
you could destroy."  The doctor stared at my father for a while.  "You are
aware you could lose everything - including what you love the most?"

The doctor glanced at me.

Dad swallowed hard and nodded.

"This is what we want.  We discussed it for several weeks, and we could do
it ourselves.  There are other ways."  Dad said.

They stared at each other for a long time, and then the doctor told Dad
that he wasn't happy, but he would help, "I have an investment in Dave I
want to protect."

The doctor muttered something about coercion.

I heard the doctor doing something behind us, but I wanted more of my skin
next to Dad's.  That felt so good, so sexy, but it also kept me strong
inside.

Their conversation made me feel confused.  Adults talk that way sometimes
so kids don't understand - they're usually hiding something important.  I
wish they would explain themselves instead - and I knew there were other
things involved that might stop my plan, so I didn't ask.

But this felt like a final exam in a way, for all the education the doctor
had given me.  I was going to get a perfect score.

...

"Everything's going to be good today.  I want all your virgin cum inside
me.  Give me all you have."  Dad said and nipped my earlobe and held me
tightly against him.

I didn't answer because I didn't know I could cum part way.

Why would I cum halfway?

Dad got on the table, and the doctor helped him open his legs and put his
feet in the stirrups while I stood on a little stool at the end of the
table watching.

Dad looked so big in front of me - it made me feel small for a few moments.

My erection bobbed, I was excited.  I was big enough now for this job, Dad
said so.

Somewhere inside me I felt a flicker of power growing - I was going to be
in control of everything.

The doctor came beside me and whispered, "Tell him to bring his hips closer
to you."

I did, and Dad asked me to penetrate him.  "Hurry, son.  I'm so hot."

"Slow down, David.  This is all new for him.  Right?"  The doctor told Dad
and yanked Dad's pubic hair hard.  "This afternoon is for him, not you."

Dad laid his head back and breathed deeply.

The doctor took my hand and filled my palm with the pasty lube.

It was cold.

"Rub this all over your erection, especially on the head.  Put some more in
your palm."

His hand went to my back.

"You're going to take your fingers and put this on your father's anus, and
push some of it inside.  Tell him you're going to be gentle with him."

I was hesitant.

"Go ahead, talk to your, um, lover - keep him interested."  He nudged my
hand while his other hand went to my buttocks.

I put the goo on my penis, and put more in my palm, the doctor watching and
smiling.

"Let it warm up in your palm for a few seconds, I'll hold his scrotum for
you."

When I touched my dad's anus, he flinched.

"Dad?"  I asked, with a shaky voice.  "This is a lot different than talking
in my bedroom.  I'm not sure..."

"Slow down.  I know you can..."  He said in a rough whisper.  He had his
hand on his shaft.

I pushed some more lube inside his anus, and smeared it around a little.
Dad's face was in a grimace as he sucked his breath in through his teeth.

"Push a little more inside - use two fingers."  The doctor whispered and
reached into the cabinet drawer for a roll of gauze and scissors.  He cut
about two feet and doubled it over.

Dad moaned, but I found it easier to push the lube inside him when I
decided not to be scared.  Dad's legs shook a little, and his erection was
waving and dripping fluid.

The doctor took the gauze and tied it around my scrotum and twined it
around the base of my penis before he tied it snugly.

"Keeps you hard so you can enjoy this."  His fingers ran along my erection
arousing me.

"Thanks."  I smiled and kissed him on his cheek.  I felt much better with
the binding around me.

With his hand on my back, "Move a little closer, Dave."  The doctor said,
and he lifted my father's heavy scrotum.

"Don't push all the way in the first time.  Push inside slowly - a little
at a time.  The feeling will be something very new for you, I hope..."

He leaned closer and whispered.  "At the same time you start to feel the
incredible pleasure, your innocence and virginity will disappear - almost
an equal exchange.  Then, you'll understand a lot more about being human."

He kissed me deeply and sighed.

I took my slippery cock in my hand and touched Dad's hot, tight anus.

"Dad, help me."

I felt the warmth of his anus on the tip of my cock and I wanted to push in
hard.  Dad pushed against me a little - like giving my glans a tiny kiss
with his ass.

The doctor nodded and smiled.  "Easy."

Pushing my hips forward, I got a good fix on where to push harder.  I
grabbed Dad's scrotum and squeezed it with the doctor's fingers under mine.

Dad was making soft moaning noises, but continued pushing with every
breath, and it started feeling better.  My glans didn't flatten against his
tight muscles anymore.  I was relaxing a little more; his anus was a little
softer.

His cleft was warm and musky.  He smelled like a man, a strong man.  I
grabbed his thighs, near his hips.

"I love you."  I whispered to Dad and was amazed with this whole situation.

...

The next time when I pushed harder, things changed.  My corona pushed
deeper, slowly, opening him, then quickly slid inside him, and I gasped.

Dad moaned and pulled his knees close to his chest bringing his anus to the
perfect place for me to push the rest of my penis inside him.

Dr. Burl put his hand on my belly.  "Stop for a minute.  Let him relax."

Dad's muscles held me so tightly, right behind my corona, like a big thick
rubber band.

Looking down at my penis inside his tight muscle I began to feel a new kind
of pleasure.

He was so hot inside, and my erection had never felt anything like that
before!

I had to stop to feel how rich this felt around my glans - something
stirred deeply inside me, and I made several soft grunts trying to get used
to so many sensations.

Dad was breathing fast, making small sounds that sounded painful.

I looked at the doctor - "Is he alright?"

"More than you know."  He lifted one eyebrow and glanced at my dad.

Everywhere I moved my erection inside my dad it was smooth, like a plush
toy, but hot and wet.  Stopping to take all this in, my eyes were wide and
my mouth opened - I think I couldn't breathe for a while.  The way Dad's
mouth sucked me felt good, but this felt thousands of times better.
Thousands - maybe millions.

Dr. Burl watched my face, smiling.

Dad asked me for more.  "Hard, deep..."

The doctor put his hand on my stomach, stopping me.

"Let him enjoy this."  He told my dad.  "Very personal moment."

I watched as my shaft slowly pushed into Dad, and I pulled out very slowly,
and then tried to keep the same movement going.  That was hard, it felt so
good.

Dr. Burl showed me how to move my hips so I could explore inside my Dad
different ways.

"Deep."  Dad was moaning.  "Deeper."

The doctor put my hands on my father's waist, and told me to lean forward a
little over my father.  I stroked deeper, and almost passed out from the
sensations around my erection, especially around the head and corona.

It was all happening at the same time, all this slippery, hot feeling on my
erection and my testicles vibrating, and my skin tingling.  It was the
incredible grip around my erection that felt so rich.

That feeling drove me forward - I had to have more.

The pressure differential between his anal muscles tight around my
erection, and my tight, full shaft pushing him open enthralled me.  It felt
magical; like nothing else I'd ever felt and my body was making it all
happen.  Maybe my penis wasn't so long, but I was doing it - this was real
sex.

"Dave, I want to..."  Dad started again.  He couldn't just shut up -
couldn't hold back.

The doctor reached to my father's erection and with two fingers and his
thumb grabbed my father at the base of his erection and squeezed hard.

"Slow down, old man.  This isn't the express lane."  The doctor said.

Dad shut up for a while.

Slowly, I continued pressing my erection inside Dad, and it started feeling
more incredible with every tiny millimeter.  Feeling his insides part ahead
of my sensitive glans, hot and smooth; addictive.

I became woozy with the silky bliss.

Was that the feeling of my virginity, my childish unknowing falling away
while the certainty of my masculinity and the power of my erection crept
in?

Was I actually supposed to feel these parts of me changing?

I looked at Dr. Burl.  He smiled and nodded.

Somehow I started feeling stronger, powerful, and I was controlling my
body, my pleasure and I looked down at my Dad.  I was making and
controlling my Dad's pleasure at the same time.

The role of a man, in my mind and body changed in that second!

I began stroking faster and felt the need to push harder.  When I did that,
I felt suction around my erection as I pulled out and had to push back in
hard.

So this is what real sex was about!  Unbelievable!

...

"Follow your intuition," Dr. Burl whispered to me.  "Set your own rhythm."

When I started stroking faster, Dad began moaning louder, then he told me
to give him all I had.

He didn't need to say that, his body was already begging me to ejaculate.

I could feel his moist skin against my groin.  My ball sac was sticking to
his cleft as I shoved myself harder into him making little popping and
clicking noises with the pasty lube and my movements.

My hips couldn't move faster, and I could only see a tiny fraction of my
erection, I wanted it to stay inside my Dad and go deeper.

Then I found the place where I didn't move outside of him, I only pressed
deeper inside him, and the heat of his body filled me.

My skin was wet, and I felt sweat dripping on my forehead.

Faster, deeper, hotter.

The feeling was more than I could have imagined, but it emanated something
like a heated metal barrel in my solar plexus.

A twitching began deep in my pelvis.

My testicles had an intense, dissonant feeling as if they would have to
connect all the sensations together eventually, bringing this all together
into one soaring climax.

Urgency.

...

"Oh, god, don't stop."  Dad was moaning and pushing back against me.

His shoves against my groin sent me into orbit they felt so good, like we
were one person when our movements synchronized in that aching, over-loaded
excitement.

When he asked me for more, the feelings that those words conjured was
almost more than I could manage.

I sensed the shadow of an immense orgasm nearing and began pumping harder
as deep as I could until I felt the hot rushes moving upward from deep
inside me.  My thigh muscles never felt stronger and itched to tense hard.

"Now!" I closed my eyes and felt my testicles tighten and almost ache as I
pumped as deep into him as I could.

I continued pumping - impossible to stop now.  His hips were moving with me
to make all the sensations shake my entire body.

He was giving pleasure back to me at the same time!

His hands almost cruelly grasped and stroked his erection like an animal -
his glans was an enraged dark red.

Harder and faster, making stuttery "e-e-e" noises, Dad was losing control.

...

For a split-second, I felt the decision made somewhere deep in my pelvis.

Burning - fast and rumbling forward fast with a blazing speed.

Too fast!  My thigh muscles clenched and stayed tensed.

I couldn't stop!  An incredibly bright white bolt shattered inside my
entire body.

Suddenly, the muscles in my face tensed and twisted.  Now I was completely
out of control.

I felt my first rush came weakly, but the second one was hot and full, then
the third shot out fast - feeling like it was on a super-heated mission.

Rushes kept coming, searing all the way up inside me and into Dad, making
me feel like it wouldn't end.  I felt like I was making us become one man,
melded together by the semen his body demanded from my electrified sac.

Dad and I were bound together for a few seconds - everything inside him and
inside me was one.

With Dad's body begging for more every time I tried to pull out, I lost
myself in our exchange.  I lost track of my empty rushes - they felt as hot
and good as virgin cum, though, and I became aware of a coming cascade of
raspy, humming feelings.

Still stunned, but I couldn't stop pumping deep into Dad until I felt
emptied and my knees almost buckled.

My throat vibrated with some sound, and my eyes closed.  I couldn't
remember much except the spots of heat around my glans and his tight grip
around my erection.

I was high, empty, proud and sensed an extreme, profound satisfaction.

...

God - that was the best sex I'd ever had, and I was a man now.  It felt
much better than being a virgin.

Much better - I was almost complete.

Deeply changed and could never go back to being a virgin and didn't want
to.

Dad's face was still, his eyes were open, and he wasn't moving.  There were
splatters of his cum in his chest hair and on his neck.

"You okay Dad?"  I asked.

After a few deep breaths, "God, that was good."

Then, I felt my Dad's anus tighten around my diminishing erection, and it
felt good like the most masculine kiss.

Private, secret and strong.

Mine.

I leaned over and pressed my face against my father's torso, and kissed his
penis, licking his glans and opening his slit with my tongue.

I sucked to pull out some fluid and he jumped.

"Oh god."

...

Dr. Burl stepped close and whispered.  "Make it easy for him."  He showed
me how to press under Dad's anus and help me get my corona out without
making Dad feel too uncomfortable.

"Give your Dad a kiss and thank him."  He told me.

I jumped off the stool, and went to kiss my Dad.

"Will you do that for me again?"  He said looking into my eyes as if he'd
had a dreamy suppository.

I nodded, grinning.

Now I knew how good sex would be.  I knew what my father knew about sex;
what men know about sex.  Yeah, I wanted to do that again, and again, and
again...

I kissed Dad hard with my tongue.  He held my face and kissed me back just
as deeply.

"Go to the bathroom and wash yourself."  Dr. Burl told me as he snipped the
gauze tether off my penis.

When I came back, Dad was still on the table, with Dr. Burl standing close
by.  Then he wiped my father with a damp towel and asked him to get up
slowly.

They were talking again - whispering and they didn't sound pleased with
each other.

...

Dr. Burl turned and slowly embraced me.

"Dave, your father wants to put his erection inside your rectum and give
you some of his semen, like you did for him.  Do you want him to penetrate
you?"  His voice sounded flat.

Dad and I discussed this, but Dr. Burl clearly didn't like the idea.  He'd
already warned me that Dad's erection was too big.

"That could turn out badly, but you can use the dilators, or he can use the
cylinder with his semen, or his erection.  Tell me what you want."

"This is your choice."  Dad said and he stroked my face.  "God, I love
you."

"I don't know."  There were too many choices, I wasn't sure.  We hadn't
discussed all these options.

"Okay."  The doctor said.  "How about if your father just puts the tip of
his erection on your anus, presses against you gently and gives you his
semen?  More like a wet kiss than full-blown anal sex with his only son."
The doctor shot a mean look at Dad.

That sounded easier.  I nodded my head, and Dad nodded.

"Okay, on the table, or leaning over or on his lap?"  Dr. Burl asked
curtly.

"On Dad's lap."  I wanted to feel close to his chest and kiss him.  I was a
real sucker for affection, especially from either of these guys.

"Good choice," Dr. Burl said, "You'll have control.  Get on your Dad's lap
like you did with me."  He stopped.  "If it hurts, tell your Dad.  We'll do
something else."

I nodded.

...

Straddling Dad's open legs, I noticed his weeping erection.

"Someone calling you?"  I asked, kissing him.

"My son."  He kissed me back.  "My sweet virgin son.  Finally."

He pressed my face next to his.

"We can stop anytime.  Will you tell me?"  Dad stroked my face and asked
me.  "We gotta take good care of your lovely little rosebud..."  He was
breathing hard.

...

This was a man thing, and I was determined to be a loving son and a man
today.

"Dad," I lay my head on his chest.  "I love you Dad, and I want to cum when
you do."

"Oh, god."  He whispered.  "We'll try."  His arms trembled.

I watched the doctor squeeze a lot of the lubricant along Dad's finger.

My Dad looked at me and put his lips on mine, kissing me.

Then, I felt my Dad's finger on my anus.  He pressed the lube inside me,
and it felt good sneaking inside me as it warmed while his tongue was in my
mouth teasing me.

I felt the doctor's hand on my back stroking me and telling me to breathe
and relax.

...

Watching my father's face as his fingers entered me I asked, "Did Dr. Burl
dilate you like he did with me?"

"Every visit.  Made me nervous.  I cried the first time I was so scared."

Dad kept pressing the lube inside me and around my anus, and I felt dopey
with pleasure.

"Your grandfather Uri didn't explain anything, he just dropped me off and
picked me up.  But Dr. Burl was good to me, he made me comfortable.  It was
hard at first.  I felt like a freak - so ashamed.  I was so small..."

Dad held my chin and kissed me deeply while his finger excited me deeper.

But he continued, "I never felt close to my dad.  It was as if he didn't
like me or know what to do with me.  But we always feel close, right?"  He
whispered and I felt his fingers exploring inside my rectum to a lot of
different places.

I nodded and relaxed my anus, pressing against his finger making him move
around the sides of my rectum and rub the folds open.

"Oh, yeah.  I love to feel you do that."  He told me.

Then I tightened my anus around his fingers.

He closed his eyes.  "Oh, god, I love you."

Dad's hand went to my scrotum.  "So proud of you.  Some day you're going to
make a son to love, like I love you.  We'll be good to him.  Very good..."

He looked down and saw a droplet of pre-cum on my erection, then kissed me.

"You know, I think I can taste your son in your semen."  He kissed my
cheek.

I smiled again, and told Dad, "Will you explain again what you're going to
do?  I need to calm down.  Please?"

He looked at my face.  "I'm going to rub the head of my erection on your
cleft, and hold myself against you when I do that so you can feel me.  God,
your lips are so perfect - so warm..."

He began kissing me deeply and held my head hard against him.

"You'll feel the tip of my penis press where you're the most sensitive, and
you'll have to relax and let me push against you.  I'll stroke myself and
press my slit against you until I can't hold back anymore.  That big head
you like sucking will be half-way inside you."  He was breathing hard.

"I'm gonna cum hard - as hard as I can."  He kissed me again and pressed
his finger deeper inside me.

"When I come, I'll push the head of my erection against you, while you
press yourself against me and you'll feel my semen go inside you.  Right
here."

His fingers moved deeper inside me, and he slid his tongue into my mouth.

"Let my glans in a little so I can give you everything.  I won't hurt you."
He was breathing so fast just thinking of the words to describe what would
happen...

"You'll feel a little penetration - like getting a real sexy sample of what
we can do later."  He twisted my nipple gently, still breathing hard and
slipped another finger inside me.

"Then I'm going to put my fingers inside you and push my semen inside you
as far as I can, so I'll be everywhere inside your sweet butt."

That sounded so sensual I trembled in his arms thinking about it.

"Are you comfortable?"  He asked and pressed me against him.

"Slow down, Dad.  I like this part - feeling your fingers inside me.  It
makes me so hard."

Dad kept his fingers inside me, rubbing and stroking while our erections
began straining and rubbing between our torsos.

I held our erections together.  It felt good to feel his next to mine, and
we smelled good together, like strong, hard men.

My fingers went to his nipples and I rubbed my face in his chest hair.

We stayed like that a long time, and it felt good, and smelled like men on
the verge of something very, very important.

This was my moment.

I felt the doctor kiss my neck, and then I watched him squeeze some lube on
the counter top next to us.

"Dave, lube your father's erection.  Remember, we can stop anytime.  Okay?"

"Are you leaving?  I asked.

"You want me to stay?"  I think he was a little surprised.

"Please stay...  Please."  I said but couldn't explain why; the doctor told
me I didn't have to explain my decisions.

"I'll be right here."  He pulled his little stool closer to Dad, and rubbed
my back.

I swiped my fingers through the goo and began rubbing it all over my Dad's
erection and he smiled as he reached over and grabbed a big glob and
reached around me, rubbing it all along my cleft and easily pushing more
inside me.  It felt slippery and good.

We were both smiling now, knowing this would be another incredible cum.

My anus was open and relaxed, and my father rubbed all the places inside
me, smiling.  "Do you like that?"

"More."  I swooned.

He told me he was proud I was becoming so strong and beautiful, "I couldn't
have a better son."

Three of his big fingers stretched me widely open and slowly pushed deeper
till I felt his thumb in my cleft.

He kept sighing and his skin dampened as he pulled and pushed his big
fingers in and out my ass.

He pushed me back and tucked his penis underneath me.

"I'm a little scared."  I whispered.

Dad stared at me, exhaled and said, "It's my gift for you today, I want to
put my cum in you - I've been waiting so long..."

My body tensed in his arms.

"Kiss your son and tell him you won't hurt him." I heard the doctor whisper
to my dad.

Dad's hand went to my hair, and he pulled my head back.  He kissed my neck,
sucking and nipping.  I began sweating, too.

"Everything's going to be smooth and easy, like you were with me."  He was
breathing faster.

"Do you want me?"  He asked.

I looked back at him, not sure exactly what to say.

I felt the doctor's hand on my back and Dad's fingers pushing inside me,
stroking deeply and twisting before he pulled them out.

He slowly pulled me up against his chest, and I felt his penis at my cleft.

His big hand pressed me against his torso while my arms went around his
neck.

"Stay still."  He said as his body trembled.

Then his hands went around me and he pulled my buttocks apart wide.

I felt the warm tip of Dad's erection against my ass; he was pressing it
against my cleft, rubbing it around.  Soon, I felt him stroke his erection
along my slippery cleft, pressing against me.

I think I stopped breathing - I felt the enormity of his erection, and the
contrast between us became clear to me.  He was huge - I wasn't so sure any
longer.

Dad was sweating, and his eyes were closed, but he continued stroking his
erection along my cleft, pressing it hard against me.

It felt so good when the ridge of his head stroked against my anus, I began
kissing his neck, sucking and biting and he pressed harder against me.

"Relax and let me cum for you..."  He whispered and trembled.  "God, I'm
hot."  His hand stroked his erection fast for a few moments.

Then the strokes stopped, and I felt Dad's glans against my anus.  He
pushed the big head against my anus, but I was relaxed.

"Push against me and open up a little more."  Dad whispered and held me
very still.

"If you want more of me inside you, push against me slowly."

I heard the doctor clear his throat.

My breathing stopped.

...

Suddenly, "All of you - I want all of you inside me."  I said, making my
voice very clear and strong, though there was still a shadow of fear.

I wanted to be a real man today - like Dad.

Dad's body shook a little, and his breath jerked.  "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He closed his eyes and kissed my cheek.

"Oh, god.  Yes."

My body tensed as I felt his penis pushing into my anus.

Everything stopped for a moment.

"Dave, this may hurt at first."  Dad whispered.  "If it's too much, tell me
to stop."

Dad pressed me hard against his body with one hand, and the other was
forcing the head of his big erection into my anus.  That moment wasn't so
hard.

Half way in.

His corona was next, and I imagined how wide I'd be stretched around it.
My body shuddered.

When I wiggled, trying to find an easier place, it made Dad squeeze his
erection harder against my anus.

Then Dr. Burl's voice gave me the information I needed.

"Do you want to feel your father's erection inside you?"  The doctor asked
in a soft voice.

"Yes."  I squeaked.  "I think so..."

"Push really hard against your father, like you have to go to the toilet.
He has to get the head inside you, then the hardest part is over."

Being a man was a little tough with so much desperate excitement and what I
knew would hurt.

"If you want him inside you, push against his erection like you're trying
to push it away."  The doctor's hand was on my back.

"Or we can stop."  The doctor reminded me.

"All of him.  I don't want to be a virgin; I want to be a man right now."

The doctor's lips were on my neck, "We can wait - you've been a man for a
long time now."  I thought I felt a tear from his eyes fall on my skin.

I had to concentrate on trying to relax as my tightly stretched anal
muscles began burning.

I squeezed my eyes shut and felt more stretching and more pain.  Every
breath made me moan and tears were coming to my eyes.

Being a man really hurt, and I was determined.

Suddenly, the big mushroom-shaped head of my father's erection jumped
inside me, and I felt strangely filled.  It hurt.

I was confused but tried to remember what it had felt like for me when I
entered him.

My anus was stretched tight, but I could feel the entire head of penis
right inside me.

My stomach tensed hard.

For a split-second, I thought I might vomit.  All kinds of strange sparks
of sensations ran through my torso.  The skin on my face felt dry and
prickly - the muscles in my throat felt like they were closing.

Dad's body jerked a little and he made a strange "nnng" noise.

My father kissed me and held me.  I felt his tears on my face.

"Give him a few minutes.  Reassure him."  The doctor told Dad.

"Kiss me."  Dad said.

I turned my head and focused on kissing Dad hard and deep.

He slipped me lower onto his erection very slowly and I started to feel
filled entirely with Dad's erection.  I groaned into his mouth and breathed
his gasps.

My whole body felt invaded.  I began shaking.

Everything seemed to ache inside me - I wasn't enough of a man for this.

Suddenly, my eyes filled with tears.  "Too much!"  I told Dad.

My dad was sweating.  "Okay.  Don't move."

The doctor reached over and tugged Dad's testicles meanly.  "The first time
is supposed to be the best.  That's not happening!"

That seemed to cool Dad off for a few moments.  He kept kissing me with his
tongue deep inside me while I struggled to breathe through his internal
presence.  It felt like everything in my torso was shoved around to a
different, discomfited place, and very jumbled, stretched and foreign.

After a few moments, "Dave are you alright, are you calm yet?"  Dr. Burl
asked.

I looked down at my limp penis and considered my burning anal muscles.

"No."

"Tell your Dad what you need, and what's not comfortable."  Dr. Burl
prodded me.

I had to think.

"Dad, wait a few minutes.  Touch my penis, massage me like you do at home.
Help me relax.  This is a lot at one time."

"Very clear.  Now, do you want more of his erection?"  Dr. Burl said, and
he grabbed one of my ankles and placed my foot flat on the seat of the
chair next to my father's hip.  Then he put the other one on the chair seat
next to Dad's other hip.

"Yeah."  I felt a little overwhelmed, and I wondered if I'd been bruised
inside.

"Push up off your father's erection, put him where it feels good."  The
doctor told me.

I pushed up and my dad's penis stroke inside me, making all new sensations
happen.  He was so much bigger than the cylinder, or fingers or
suppositories.

Relaxing my thighs, I took him deeper and my stomach tensed again.

I couldn't seem to find a place for him inside me that was big enough.

Where was the pleasure I'd gotten before when I penetrated him?

Now, my nipples were at Dad's mouth and he was sucking and rubbing his
stubble on the tender skin.  Then he started biting and sucking hard.

"Easy, Dad, I need it real easy for a few minutes."  I told him, and he
did.

We stayed that way for a while, but I started moving on his shaft again.

Very, very short strokes.

Dad's hand squeezed my penis, and his head went back toward the wall.

"Oh, god.  That's good.  Don't stop."  His hips moved.  "I can't believe I
made this heaven.  So hot, so tight..."

"Dad, be still.  Wait for me to get used to it."  I told him.

Surprisingly, Dr. Burl leaned forward and thumped my father's head with his
index finger.

"You can't do this again for over a year, do you understand me?  The kid
shouldn't be saying these things - his body's not ready.  Not big enough."
His voice was stern as he explained to Dad.

Then the Dr. Burl stood.

He went to his cabinet and brought out the numbing medication.

He wiped it around Dad's penis at my anus.  Then he dropped the cold liquid
straight down my cleft and onto my tiny, thin muscles pulled and stretched
hard around my father's erection.

Some of the pain slowed, and the burning went away.

I was able to breathe more freely.

I think Dad was embarrassed, but his erection didn't get any smaller.

"You're right, thanks Doc."  He stroked my face.  "You know, this is almost
sacred to us.  I'm glad you're here."  He smiled.

"Shouldn't have to hurt."  The doctor sighed and thumped my dad's head
again, "No more for over a year!"

...

Dad brought his hand to my neck, and brought me to his lips.

"I love you more than you know."  His other hand squeezed my penis, and
finally I felt myself becoming erect again.  "You have all my love, do you
know that?"

With my hands on the back of the chair, over Dad's shoulders, I found a way
to balance myself, and move up and down his shaft.  It was easier now.

I pushed up and down just a little, examining the feelings inside me,
slowly and carefully while Dad moaned.  "Yes, son, like that."

I stroked my penis and slowed down, pushing him into different places
inside me by moving my hips around a little.

"Dad, suck my nipples again - bite a little."

When he bit, I squeezed my penis a little making a lot of fluid come out.
"You make me want to cum."

We were sticky and wet everywhere between us, and it felt good.

For some reason, I took one hand and pressed Dad's head against my chest
while he sucked and bit.  My fingers went through his hair, and I was
feeling more comfortable and much more loved.

He opened his eyes and watched my face while he nibbled my nipples.

Sometimes he got a little rough, and bit my nipples, pulling them away from
my chest till they were taut little cone shapes on my chest.

That made me buzz and the pressure in my testicles started building.

The feeling of nausea and tension left sometime - replaced by my curiosity
about putting Dad's big corona in different places inside me.  Then, I
found the place that made my little glands jump with excitement.

But the feeling of fullness; completion was rich - I never knew I needed it
so much.

"Right there, Dad.  That feels good, makes me want to cum."

Dad's hands came to my hips.

"Help me move faster, Dad.  This place is best."  I told him.

His hands scooped up my butt cheeks and I pressed myself against him.

He began breathing faster as I moved faster pleasing myself and making
"ung" noises when I breathed.

His hips began thrusting as he held me.  I felt his arms tremble again.

Some kind of sharp tickles started jumping in my testicles despite the fact
I was still a little uncomfortable, I wanted to cum.

I wanted to cum with my father.

It was a distant orgasm, but coming closer through the lube and all the
noises our bodies were making as I pulled and pushed Dad's throbbing
erection inside me.

I kept pleasing myself and Dad lifted my chin, breathing fast and trying
not to scare me.  "I'm gonna cum."  He whispered.

"Wait."  I told him and continued my strokes pushing his erection near my
little glands.

When I made long strokes he winced and held his breath.

His hands gripped me and he tried being gentle, but I felt his erection
push into me hard, as if he was going to push himself out through my
throat.

His penis twitched and he tried to keep from pushing me down hard against
his groin, but I could see he wanted to.

...

I felt the doctor's hand on my ass, rubbing more numbing medication around
the tiny lip that was stretched so far around my dad's thick, hard shaft.
His fingers felt cool, and calming.

"Try to push him out of you when he ejaculates - he'll like that."
Dr. Burl whispered to me and I could feel him massaging Dad's scrotum.

I think Dr. Burl was sweating!

Dad's eyes were closed, and his face looked pained.  He drew a sharp, deep
breath and his hips moved.

Before I could say anything, I felt Dad's hot semen filling me.

It was hot and kept spurting inside me - I could feel it!

He made so much and it just kept making me slipperier and wetter inside!

I looked up but Dad's eyes were closed and he was emptying his testicles,
biting his lower lip hard.

Then, I tried to push his erection out of me as hard as I could.

"Ahhh!"  Dad almost screamed several times as his hips hunched upward,
pushing himself further into me.

It hurt when I did that, but I was amazed at my own power to make him cum
harder!  Nothing as big as my Dad had ever been so far inside me - but I
did it!

It was mystifying to see Dad's face, feel him lose control and a warm,
loving heat fill my rectum around his penis.

That was Dad's pride he was pumping inside me with all his love - I had all
his love and he had all mine for a few pulsing, gushing, noisy moments.

We were both sweating and panting for a while just feeling what happened to
us.

Dad's face was frozen, his eyes were closed and his nostrils flared as he
breathed deeply.

I looked down at my penis and put my Dad's fingers on my scrotum.

"Help me."  I asked, "Please, hurry!"

Dad looked from under his eyelashes, and gave me a small smile.

Then, he gently tugged and massaged while I rubbed my erection and my semen
began oozing through my fingers quickly and I made little "ahhn" noises as
my semen kept jumping out of my penis.

He smiled at me and kissed me, but then he leaned his head back and closed
his eyes.

"God that was good."

I heard the doctor leave the room.

We both stayed still until Dad's erection became soft, and he pulled it out
quickly, and then rubbed my anus.  As much as it hurt, I felt empty and
kind of sad when his erection was gone.

He held me close while I leaned against his chest and his hand came to my
back rubbing me gently, for a long time.

He might have cried a few tears.  I did.

...

Later, Dad asked if I liked losing my virginity with him.

"Yeah, is that what women are like?"  I asked.

"Well, sort of, but its all good."  He said and smiled.  "Did you like me
being inside you?"

"It was good, but you're so big - uncomfortable, it almost hurt."

"We'll wait before we do that again.  I want to take care of your hot
little pussy."

Dad gently wiped me with warm water and a towel, and then cleaned himself
and we dressed.

...

As we left, the doctor told my dad to check my rear for any problems and he
handed him several foil packets.  The dream suppositories!

He spoke with my father about using all of them tonight so my body could
relax fully and heal.

"Wash him very gently tonight and keep him home from school tomorrow.  Why
don't you guys go out and celebrate?  Take Mom out for dinner."

Then the doctor inspected my chest.  "Keep a shirt over these marks for
several days."

He whispered to Dad to control himself and gave him a hard look.

The doctor winked at me on the way out.

I stopped to kiss him.

He told me to come back anytime I wanted, for anything.

I remembered the photograph of his erection and I smiled and kissed him
with my tongue.  He held me close and kissed me back the same way.

...

As Dad helped me undress that night, I lay still while he opened my cheeks
and checked my anus with a flashlight for any problems.

My anus still felt funny and inside my rectum might have been bruised - I
felt like it.

I'd take that for not being a virgin anymore.

Sex is incredible!

As we showered, he took the little hose and forced water into my butt, then
told me to push it out into the drain.  He checked inside me with his
finger, smiling at me.

After he put me on my bed he lifted my rear to insert the suppositories.  I
lay quietly when he opened my butt cheeks again for the suppositories.

Before he put them in, he leaned over and licked and kissed along my cleft
before he did anything else.  Those kisses made me almost melt.  It felt so
good to feel the stubble on his face rub against my tender, sensitive
places.

He hummed deeply making tiny vibrations inside me.

His lips and tongue soothed my sore skin.

"That's making me hard again."  I said, drowsily.

"Yeah, I know."  He said.  "Enjoy yourself; you don't have to go to school
tomorrow."

My hand went to my erection and I felt my man juice.  "I'm too tired."

He began opening the foil packets.

"Dad, did I really do it right this afternoon?  I did sex right the first
time?"  I asked as he slipped the first one inside me.

"You were the very best.  Later, you'll be bigger and I'm gonna love it.
God, you were good to me.  It'll just get better."

That made my heart almost stop - thinking about pushing deep inside Dad
again.

"I think we should start a special Saturday just for us, would you like
that?"  He whispered.  "Time we started camping together."

"Dad, you said camping was staying in any hotel with a number in the name!"

"Yep, that's right."  He answered me.  "But I can do trees and rocks, if
you want."

"Can we go next Saturday?  I want to do you again."  I whispered.

"If you promise to give me all your cum."  He whispered back.

"Dad, I can't stop myself part-way."

He chuckled.  "I know."

He slipped the second suppository inside me and kissed my cheek, and then
the third and his big finger pushed deep inside to make sure they stayed
until they melted.

"I love you Dad."  I fell asleep.

Fin.