Date: Thu, 09 Dec 2021 04:36:45 +0000
From: Vance Von Jungsburg <vereinington@protonmail.com>
Subject: Dick Handler (Gay/Adult-Youth)

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DICK HANDLER

By Vance Von Jungsburg

The man caressed the slender blonde boy's smooth scrotum and felt the
testicles moving around in the taut pouch. His fingers reached under the
boy's groin and touched the area just behind his balls. The boy's penis
began a slow expansion, growing to a state were it was not fully hard but
extended from his body below the small patch of newly budded pubic hair.
The hair hadn't been there the last time the man had touched the boy's
penis.

Dr. Richard B. Handler knew the 13 year old boy was doing his best to
suppress his erection. Most doctors spent a minimal time on the hernia
and testicular exam, but Dr. Handler luxuriated in it. His urge to touch,
manipulate and caress boys' genitals was overwhelming. His own
experimentations in his youth had led him to the conclusion that only one
person besides a boy himself could touch the goodies: a doctor.

The man opened a small drawer and pulled out a string of oval beads on a
nylon cord. The boy's eyes widened.

"This is an orchidometer," the doctor explained. "I'm going to use it to
measure your testicles."

Dr. Handler rolled the boy's nuts around between his fingers with an
earnest look on his face, What should have taken two seconds lasted close
to thirty seconds; the doctor's light touches caused the boy's penis to
swell to full size.

"You're going out for soccer this year, right?" the doctor asked.

"Uh huh," the boy said, barely above a whisper.

Handler looked up from his manipulations. The boy's unfocused eyes were
fixed on a nutrition poster pinned to the wall.

"Such a cutie," the doctor thought, admiring the unblemished face and
dark eyes of the blonde boy.  His shirtless midsection was just beginning
to show an adolescent muscle definition, as if a nascent six pack was
lurking under the skin of his abdomen. The boy's lower belly descended in
a V shape to the small patch of baby soft pubic hair. Beneath that, the
boy's erection projected out, perpendicular to his body.

The man let go of the boy's scrotum and felt the beads on the
orchidometer, then wrote something on the boy's chart.

"One last test, and then we're finished," the doctor assured the boy,
then opened a drawer and pulled out a stainless steel template with
circular cut-outs. He leaned in toward the boy's hard penis and inspected
it.

"This test has to be administered to an erect penis, and fortunately,
you've made my job easy," the man said.

The boy let out a nervous chuckle.

The doctor held the stainless steel device up to the boy's cock and
selected a circular cut-out. Taking great care, he directed the hole in
the template toward the head of the boy's erection and guided it over the
penis. It lodged itself just past the glans.

"Oh - too small," Handler said.  He selected a hole one size larger and
placed it over the boy's cock, then took the head of the boy's erection
between his left forefinger and thumb to steady it. The circular template
slid down to the root end of the penis.

Keeping his forefinger and thumb on the cockhead, the man let go of the
stainless steel device and wrote something on the boy's chart, then
pulled the template off the adolescent appendage. The boy was now looking
at the doctor's manipulations, as if the size of his cock was the only
health matter that interested him. The doctor held the stainless steel
device along the length of the penis and the boy noticed that there were
hash marks and numbers along the edge - it was a ruler. He leaned down to
get a closer look.

"11.5 centimeters," the doctor said under his breath, then wrote
something on the chart.

"Alright. We're all done here," Dr. Handler said. "You can get dressed."

The boy pulled on his gray boxer briefs and navy blue basketball shorts.

"Do you have any questions about your genitals or puberty?" the doctor
asked.

After three  seconds of silence the boy replied. "Uhh... No."  Dr.
Handler could see the boy's face flash red at the question.  The doctor
was not surprised by the boy's answer. Most kids had no desire to talk
about those matters to an adult.

"Well, it looks like everything's OK," Justin," the doctor explained.
"I'll see you next year."

***

Dr. Handler's desire to touch boy's dicks had first manifest itself at
age twelve when he and his best friend Gavin joined the community swim
team. Up to that point he'd always worn board shorts or cutoffs when he
swam. But a blue and white Speedo was the required uniform for the team.

"Dickie," his mother called after arriving home one afternoon. "I picked
up your swim team gear at Big 5. I wasn't sure if you were a small or
medium but they won't let you return a swimsuit, so I hope it fits. The
man at the store told me it's better to have it a little small than a
little large because if it's too loose, your schmeckel might pop out."

"Mom!" the boy yelped. "I told you I want to be called 'Rick' now."

"I'm sorry sweetie. I've called you Dickie for 12 years. It's going to
take a little time." The boy's name had been an honest mistake - Mr. and
Mrs. Handler had named the boy after her father, Richard "Dick" Blum.
They didn't have the foresight to see that they had handed their son the
perfect tag for playground derision.

"Dick Handler! Hey Dick Handler! Wanna handle a dick?" the mean older
boys would shriek, thrusting their groins in his direction.

Mrs. Handler presented a small shopping bag with the Big 5 logo to the
boy. "Go try that on, Rick. I hope I don't have to buy another one in a
different size."

The boy went into his room and pulled the tiny, silky swim suit out of
the bag. He rubbed his fingers across the smooth blue nylon, then held
the small garment up to his face and rubbed his cheek.

Rick took off his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror.  Being
naked and seeing the reflection of his bare body was enough to cause his
circumcised penis to harden and jut out from his smooth groin in an
upward arch. If the boy had looked closely, he would have seen the tiny,
downy hairs that were just budding at the base of his cock.

Rick pulled the tiny nylon swimsuit on. His erection tented out the
Speedo and created a gap between his lower abdomen and the front
waistband. The boy reached down and caressed the head of his penis
through the thin blue fabric and felt his body shudder. He cupped his
balls and felt them moving around inside the silky nylon enclosure. This
wasn't the first time he'd touched his private parts, but it had never
felt this good. Using his left hand to fondle his balls and his right
hand to massage the length of his penis, he settled into a rhythm that
broadcast tiny bursts of pleasure through his groin. It felt like a
tickle combined with that feeling he had when he was about to sneeze, and
just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, his cock spasmed and he
saw a the blue fabric darken at the apex of his cock as a wet spot grew
to the size of a quarter.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Rick whispered. The waves of bliss he'd just
experienced were unlike anything he'd felt in the past, but the mess he'd
made in the small swimsuit would have to be attended to.

The boy stripped off and washed the Speedo in the bathroom sink, then
draped it on a hanger in his closet between two dress shirts.

***

Two days later, Rick was hanging out at his best friend Gavin's house
after school.

"Did your mom get you a Speedo for the swim team?" Rick asked as he
guided Mario's kart around a curvy track on Gavin's Super NES.

"Yeah," Gavin answered.

"How's it fit?" Rick probed.

"I haven't tried it on yet," Gavin answered, just as he crashed Luigi's
cart. "Damn!"

"Go put it on. My dad calls it a 'banana hammock!'" Rick said, sending
both boys into convulsions of laughter.

Gavin pulled the blue Speedo with the white stripes out of his underwear
drawer and went into the bathroom to change. Rick felt his cock expanding
at the anticipation of seeing his friend in a Speedo. The boys used to
see each other naked all the time, but in the last couple years they'd
both grown more modest. Rick had wondered about the development of his
best friend, but hadn't had the courage to bring the subject up. He
wondered if Gavin had started growing hair, and how big his penis got
when it was erect.

When Gavin returned to the room he was wearing a powder blue terry cloth
robe. Ricky looked at his friend with expectation. Gavin dropped the
robe.

The 12 year old's tan body was lean and well defined but Ricky's eyes
were pulled to the small piece of blue Lycra material that covered
Gavin's lower mid-section. A sloppy, intriguing assemblage of bulges and
protrusions stretched at the thin fabric, It looked big, but Ricky
couldn't quite make out what was going on behind the Speedo. His eyes
traveled the lengh of his friend's body, from the brown, well-kept hair
on his head to the tanned tops of his feet with just a bit of white skin
peeking out from his soles. Even in second grade Rick had thought
Gavin was handsome, but now he felt something else, like a burning ember
in his lower abdomen.

"Well?" Gavin prompted, extending his palms.

"Looks fine..." Rick answered, as he stared at his friend's lumpy crotch.
Without warning he erupted into a spontaneous fit of laughter.

"What!?" Gavin demanded, reaching down to fetch his robe.

"No, No!" Rick stopped him. "It's just... you're supposed to point your
penis up when you wear a Speedo."

Gavin didn't say anything but the mechanisms of his brain played across
his face as he tried to figure out what his friend was saying. After a
few seconds he reached into the front of his swimsuit and started
adjusting things.

"Feels weird," Gavin said as he withdrew his hands. His crotch still
looked like a collection of lumps and bulges.

"Are you sure you're doing it right?" Rick asked.

"I don't know! I've never worn a Speedo!" Gavin snapped.

"Here, let me see," Rick said, as he reached for his friend. It was an
action he wouldn't have attempted six months ago, but the glowing coal in
his chest had increased in intensity. Rick stuck his index finger in the
front waistband of his friend's Speedo and pulled it away from Gavin's
lower abdomen. The boy's penis was coiled like a snake trapped in a
fissure. The pale skin of one ball was visible. Rick was surprised by the
size of the thing - it had gown a lot since they were ten.

Rick studied his friend. "You got a lot of hair," he remarked. "And your
thing is... big." A grown man wouldn't have considered Gavin's genitals
to be big or hairy, but compared to Rick's they were.

After a few more seconds of inspection, Rick stated, "Yeah, that doesn't
look right."

"What do you mean?" Gavin sounded alarmed.

"Here," Rick said, as he reached into the swimsuit and grasped the head
of his friend's circumcised penis. Gavin let out an audible gasp, but
didn't pull away.

Rick pulled the penis straight up then let go of the waistband. He
examined his work, then adjusted the arrangement of Gavin's penis and
testicles from the outside of the thin Lycra garment until it was
perpendicular and symmetrical.

"Looks alright," Rick pronounced as he withdrew his hands.

Gavin visibly relaxed, then placed his fists on each hip and walked
around his room with an exaggerated macho swagger. Both boys broke into
spontaneous waves of laughter.

When Gavin's display of choreographed cockiness was over, Rick's eyes
were drawn to his friend's groin. The shape of Gavin's penis pressing
against the tight stretchy fabric had expanded and was no longer pointing
straight up. The ridge separating his cock head from his shaft was
clearly visible and his puffy ball sack looked full and taut.

Gavin noticed that his friend's eyes were fixed on the front of his
Speedo.  "What?" he asked, gesturing with open hands.

An overwhelming desire took hold of Rick. His own erect penis felt tight
and restrained in his jeans. "Here," he said, approaching his friend.
Part of him knew he was crossing into perilous terrain, but a bigger part
of him overrode those concerns. His heart pounded in his ears and his
face flashed with a white hot sear.

Rick knelt in front of his friend then grasped the appendage in Gavin's
Speedo. It felt fuller and firmer than it had two minutes ago. Rick made
motions as if he were adjusting his friend's package, but both boys knew
it was a pretense.

No other hand besides Gavin's own had touched him like this. Gavin gave
in to the pleasure and let his friend do as he pleased.

Rick traced the length of Gavin's cock with his fingers then cradled his
full ball sack, luxuriating in the sensation of the smooth, stretchy
Lycra as it clung to the expanding penis. He caressed the bottom of
Gavin's erection through the thin material just beneath his flared cock
head, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from his friend.  Rick worked in
silence with his eyes fixed on the object of his obsession, stroking the
appendage in a gentle rhythm.

Without saying a word, Rick pulled Gavins Speedo down to his thighs. The
twelve year old's hard-on bounced like a springboard as it was freed from
restraint of the small, tight swimsuit.

Rick gripped the naked appendage and resumed his stroking, taking care to
caress the head of Gavin's penis with a gentle swipe. It became slick and
moist and both boys knew where this would end up.

Gavin looked down at the friend who was manipulating his private parts
and felt a crosscurrent of conflicting thoughts: this was sort of gay and
he wished a girl was doing it. But Rick was cute, almost like a girl, and
anyway, it felt really good. It it was going to be a boy, he'd rather it
be Rick than anyone else, and it wasn't gay if they did it just this
once. Because it felt good. Very good.

Gavin's rationalizations dissolved as the feeling in his lower body
increased. A ball of pleasure began to build deep in his lower abdomen
and expanded to the area that surrounded his penis. His lower belly,
thighs and taint felt warm and unctuous, as if sweet syrup had been
injected into his veins.  The pleasurable feelings flowed toward his cock
and intensified. His ab muscles tightened and his lungs filled with air,
and he knew it was upon him.

Rick's eyes stayed fixed on the object of his manipulation and he too
knew it was time.

Several warm jets of watery semen erupted from the tip of Gavin's dick
and trickled down Rick's hand and the underside of his forearm.
Gavin exhaled with force as Rick continued stroking his erect shaft which
was now enveloped in a coating of viscous effluvia.

Rick looked up at his friend from his kneeling position. He tried to
suppress his smile until he saw the embarrassed smile on Gavin's face.
Both boys giggled. It was kind of laughter that broke the silence when
neither person knew what to say.

After a few seconds, Gavin picked up his robe and pulled it on, then left
the room.

Rick's head churned. This had been the most intense and exciting
experience of his life.

***

Rick went home and put on his Speedo, then jerked off, caressing his own
hard cock though the smooth Lycra fabric as he relived his experience
with Gavin. Two weeks later Gavin hinted that he was up for another hand
job, These continued for another year until Gavin's feelings of guilt
overcame his feelings of lust. By that time Rick had found other boys to
fondle, and spent the next four years jerking off young teenagers. When
he was 16, he convinced Dewey, a neighborhood 13 year old who went to
Lutheran school, to compare cocks in the restroom at the baseball field.
Once another boy's cock was exposed, Rick knew that he had a short window
to act. A boy seldom refused an expert hand working his cock, especially
if that boy had never been touched in that way by another person. When
Rick and Dewey's pants were around their thighs, Rick reached out and
took the soft, hairless penis of the other boy in his hand. Without
saying anything, Dewey took a quick step back, pulled up his pants and
left the restroom.

Mrs. Handler was waiting for her son when he returned home. "Dewey
Osborne's mother called me. Will you please explain to me what happened
at the baseball field?"

Rick felt a stab of fear in his chest. "He was acting all gay. He pulled
down his pants and was wiggling his penis at me and making kissy
noises. I just grabbed it and squeezed so he'd stop. That's it. He left
after I did that." Rick paused.  "Why, what did his mother say?"

"I guess that makes sense," Rick's mother said. Rick could hear the
relief in her voice. "I'll call Mrs. Osborne back and tell her what you
said." Rick knew it would be a case of he said/he said. Dewey's mother
would believe her son, and Rick's mother would believe him.

That night Rick lay in bed and mentally flogged himself. How could he
have been so stupid and careless? The older he got, the more dangerous it
was to touch boys' cocks. That's when the idea hit him. His GP, Dr.
Levinson, had touched Rick's penis every year as long as he could
remember. Rick made a vow to himself. He would do everything possible to
become a medical doctor. The thought of touching boys' cocks every day as
part of his job caused his own cock to swell. Rick pulled on his Speedo,
the same one from his twelve-year-old swim team days, and stroked
himself. It was now so tight that it constricted his groin, but it left
enough room for his erection. After a few minutes of caressing himself,
Rick took off the tiny swimsuit and his hard cock sprang free.
Unrestrained by the tight lycra, he only needed a few strokes before he
spewed his warm seed over his chest and stomach.

25 years later that Speedo would still be in the possession of Richard
Handler. He'd kept it though four years of high school, four years of
university, three years of medical school, and the following years of
interning and residency. After joining a group practice in Quincy, Dr.
Handler had volunteered to administer the annual physicals to the young
athletes at the local middle school and high school. It was a job most
doctors avoided, and the relief among his fellow physicians when Dr.
Handler stepped forward to take on the task was unmistakable.

***

On a warm morning in July, Dr. Richard Handler reviewed the daily
schedule on his laptop after arriving at his office. He scanned the list
of appointments with a brisk efficiency, then slowed down as he got to
the afternoon slots. That's when the boys from the local school sports
programs would come in for their physicals. Sometimes he would recognize
the name of a boy who had impressed him as being cute or memorable on an
earlier visit. The knowledge that he'd be seeing that boy later in the
day, naked with penis exposed for touching, gave the doctor a buoyant
surplus of energy throughout the day, improving his mood and leaving his
groin feeling full and sensitive.

Dr. Handler read the names of his appointments - two juniors playing
volleyball, a senior on the football team and Robbie Bennett. The doctor
felt his heart accelerate with anticipation. Robbie was a dark haired 13
year old who would be competing on the eighth grade cross country team in
the fall. Dr. Handler thought back to his last visit with Robbie when the
boy was twelve. The doctor had been struck by the boy's long dark
eyelashes and full lips. Robbie's head of thick, smooth hair set off the
clear skin of the boy's face and descended in an asymmetrical fall over
the boy's right cheek. When the boy had disrobed, Dr. Handler felt the
saliva in his mouth surge at the sight of the naked tween. The boy's body
was tight and toned, with a visible six pack and small, emerging
pectorals crowned by tiny chestnut colored nipples. Robbie's skin was
sun-kissed with a golden summer tan, but unlike any other boy the doctor
had examined, Robbie's tan continued uninterrupted down the length of his
body. The creamy white mid-section was missing on this boy; he had spent
his time outdoors in the nude.

Robbie's appointment was at 3:30. Dr. Handler spent the morning and early
afternoon distracted - the image of the boy's naked, all-over tan kept
intruding on his thoughts. He wondered what the boy's penis looked like a
year since his last visit. It had been hairless but large, blossoming
into a ripe erection when the doctor began his testicular examination.
The boy stayed hard through the rest of the check-up - the image of
Robbie pulling his lime green boxer briefs over his stiff cock was burned
into the doctor's memory bank.

At 3:35 Dr. Handler finished the examination of the burly senior on the
football team and sent him to see the receptionist.

The doctor stepped out of the exam room and was met by Sandy, a junior
nurse on staff. "Robbie Bennett is in 3A," Sandy said, handing the doctor
a chart. "13 year old male, healthy, average height and weight, no
allergies or prescriptions," she explained.

The doctor took the chart and nodded, trying to maintain his composure.
He stepped into room 3A and his heart pulsed in his ears when he saw
Robbie sitting on the paper-covered exam table wearing only his gray
striped boxer briefs. The boy's dark eyelashes and full lips were just
like the doctor remembered. His hair was a bit longer, and he appeared to
have grown a couple inches, but he was still a stunning specimen.

"Good afternoon Robbie," Dr. Handler said trying to sound cheerful, "This
will be much like last year's visit, so just relax." Handler noticed his
voice was pitched higher than he normally spoke. It happened when he was
nervous.

The Doctor proceeded through the components of the exam using his pen
light and stethoscope, writing notes on the boy's chart and commenting
that things looked fine. The doctor tried not to rush, but the
anticipation of that moment when he would have Robbie drop his underwear
pulled on him like a magnet.

After checking the boy's belly sounds the doctor asked Robbie to stand up
and drop his shorts for the hernia and testicular exams.

The boy seemed hesitant. Dr. Handler tried not the look at the boy's
groin area, but noticed that the front of Robbie's boxer briefs was
tented.

"I've seen many erect penises on my patients," the doctor told the boy.
"You don't need to be embarrassed about it." Handler didn't tell Robbie
that the erections appeared when the patients were being touched - having
a boy hard before he even took off his underwear was a first.

Robbie complied.

Dr. Handler looked at the boy standing naked in front of the exam table.
Robbie still had the all-over tan. His muscles had become a little more
defined in the last year and a small patch of dark pubic hair had
appeared above his penis, which stood out straight from his groin with a
slight upward curve. The penis had grown as well, Handler noticed. He
looked down at his chart when he realized he'd been staring at the boy.
His own cock had enlarged in his trousers. Handler was grateful for the
long white lab coat.

"I noticed you don't have any tan lines," the doctor remarked. It was
something he'd been wondering about for a year. "Going outside in the
nude?"

"Yes." Robbie said, then silence. After a few seconds Robbie spoke again,
"Sometimes I swim in our pool naked."

"Be sure you use sunscreen, especially on the parts that are a little
more sensitive," Handler said, signaling that his interest in the boy's
tan was only health-related.

Handler pushed a rolling stool with a black vinyl cushion toward the boy
and sat down in front of him.

"I'm going to check for hernias," the doctor said, as he pushed a finger
into the bottom side of Robbie's scrotum. "Cough, please," the doctor
instructed.

The boy expelled a half-hearted huff.

Dr. Handler felt the boy's testicles jump in their sac. "Again, a little
louder."

The doctor caressed Robbie's scrotum with light strokes and felt it
tighten. A penis examination was not a usual procedure in Dr. Handler's
check-ups but the tan member projecting from this perfect 13 year old's
groin was too enticing.

The doctor took the warm erection in his right hand causing Robbie to
inhale a quick, sharp breath. Handler probed its length with the fingers
of his left as if he were feeling for abnormalities, then pushed the hard
penis up so it was pressing against the boy's lower abdomen.

"Are you able to ejaculate?" The words were out of the doctor's mouth
before he could stop himself.

"Yes," the boy said without pausing. "Do you need a sample?"

Handler had never asked a boy about ejaculating before, and he wasn't
prepared for the boy's answer.

After a pause, the doctor said, "Yes. That would be helpful." He let go
of the young teen's penis.

Robbie started caressing the length of his erection with light, quick
strokes.

Handler sat staring at the boy, caught off guard by his immediate plunge
into masturbation.

"Hold on," the doctor said. "This needs to be done in a more controlled
manner." This act had to seem as scientific as possible to appear like a
legitimate test.

Robbie stopped stroking himself and looked at the doctor with question
marks in his eyes.

Handler didn't say anything. How would he make this seem like part of a
real exam? Have the kid cum in a Petri dish?

Robbie thrust his groin toward the doctor. "Go ahead."

Handler suppressed his surprise but said nothing for a few seconds as he
processed the situation. His face felt hot and flushed.

"Lie down on the examination table, please," he instructed.

Robbie reclined on the paper covered brown vinyl upholstery. Handler
looked at the naked prone body and felt his chest tighten at the rare
view. The boy's slim, shapely legs were smooth and hairless and his taut
stomach displayed emerging abdominal muscles which descended in a V shape
toward the arched erection pointing towards his navel. His small patch of
brunette pubic hair matched the color of the hair on his head and his
thick, long eyelashes but his scrotum and taint were devoid of hair.

The doctor realized he was licking his lips. He cleared his throat.
"We'll test the semen sample for anomalies but it's rare to find
anything unusual unless you have other health conditions as well."

Handler rolled the stool over to the side of the table and took the
boy's cock in his hand. The warm, stiff appendage jumped. The doctor
employed a series of  gentle strokes along the length of the shaft with
one hand and caressed the boy's tight ballsack with his other hand.

"Do you have any questions about your genitals, puberty, or other
concerns?" Dr. Handler asked, just to break the silence.

Robbie opened his eyes and looked at Dr. Handler, then his eyes traveled
to his own appendage which was being manipulated by the doctor's steady
hands.

"Uhhh..." Robbie paused. "Can a person get aids from a blowjob?"

The doctor hid his surprise. "Well, that's unlikely, but there have
been a few cases where an open sore or wound in the mouth of the person
administering the oral sex was suspected of being the transmission point
for the HIV virus. But in almost all cases, it's unprotected anal sex or
the sharing of hypodermic needles that transmit the virus."

"So you won't get aids from doing..." Robbie
hesitated until he remembered the correct terminology,  "...oral sex with
someone?"

"No, that's not something you need to worry about," the doctor
replied. His mind swirled at this turn in the conversation. "Have you
been engaging in oral sex?"

"Yeah."  The answer came quick and without hesitation.

Dr. Handler looked the boy in the eyes and continued his manipulations.
Robbie didn't look away. The doctor felt the boy's midsection rising
and falling with gentle thrusts in time to the stroking of his erection.

After a few moments of silence Robbie said  "Go ahead."

Handler felt his heart stumble and his face flash hot. He was still
looking at Robbie - the boy's expression said it all. Had the doctor's
lustful intentions been that transparent?

Dr, Handler felt like he was standing on the ledge of a building wearing
homemade wings. The sensible choice would be to step back from the edge,
but if the wings worked, it would be life changing. The doctor took the
leap.

The feel of Robbie's warm, stiff cock in his mouth gave Dr. Handler
shivers. His own erection felt impossibly hard, trapped in the confines
of his trousers. The doctor employed the techniques he'd honed sucking
off the twinks he met on Grindr, drenching the boy's cock and pubic hair
with his saliva. Handler directed the moist, firm appendage down his
throat, taking it in until his nose was pressed again's Robbie's groin,
then retreating until the boy's cockhead rested on the tip of the
doctor's tongue. He tasted the salty, slickness of the boy's essence and
knew this act wouldn't last long. Robbie was now pumping his midsection
harder as the pleasurable feelings in his lower body built up. Handler
felt the boy take hold of his head, setting an increasing pace as his
penis slid into and out of the doctor's throat.

Handler caressed the boy's taut ballsack and it was like a trigger. The
boy's muscles tensed up, and then his organ filled the doctor's mouth
with its sweet, salty cream, pulsing six times as it delivered its seed.
The doctor swallowed it and kept his mouth on the erection, savoring the
intimacy of having the young cock down his throat.

After a few seconds, Dr. Handler pulled off the boy. Robbie's chest was
heaving but his eyes were open, looking directly at the doctor. His
slight, closed-mouth smile was reassuring.

"I been wanting that since you touched my penis last year," Robbie said.

"Me too," thought Handler. But he knew better than to say it out loud.

***

After the checkup Dr. RIchard Handler diagnosed a mild muscle pull in
Robbie Bennett's hamstring. It wasn't serious, but for the next few
months he recommended weekly therapeutic visits, at least until cross
country running season was over. The doctor didn't charge for these
sessions - he explained that it was his way of contributing to the middle
school sports program. Robbie's mother knew the therapy sessions must
have been working, because Robbie was visibly eager to see the doctor
each Tuesday afternoon.  Dr. Handler did a better job of hiding his
excitement, but the therapy sessions with Robbie were the highlight of
his week.

By Robbie's third visit the doctor felt they were close enough to be on
first name terms. "Call me Dick," he told the boy as he grasped the boy's
hard cock through his shorts. "Dick Handler."

The twelve year waiting in the next room over for his first physical with
Dr. Handler wondered why there was so much laughter coming through the
wall. Whatever the reason, it caused his anxiety about the exam to
dissipate, He relaxed and waited for the doctor to appear.

END