Date: Wed, 1 May 2002 14:20:52 -0400
From: Shaver Boy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: DOCTOR'S ORDERS (Introduction/Chapter 1) (M/t, Mast, Voy)

NOTE: This is a work of fiction that depicts sexual situations between men
and teenagers. If that offends you or you are under 18 years old, don't read
on. And remember, it's a fantasy, guys. Keep it that way.

Comments are appreciated to shaverboy@yahoo.com

AUTHOR'S NOTE

   After spending the last several years on "Terry's Lessons" and
 "Curiosity" (and I'm still working on Curiosity.), I decided to try
something a little different this time. Doug, the protagonist of this story,
is a little different sort than Terry and Tim. While this is a story of
discovery for him, as it was for them, he's not quite as freaked out as they
were about it. This is the story of a young boy gradually discovering what
turns him on. With Doug, what turns him on is showing off. This will not be
as long a story as Curiosity was but it will cover a much greater period of
time. Where Tim's little journey all took place in about two weeks (And only
took me about two years to write), Doug's discoveries about himself will
take place over a period of years. And while he may find the things that
happen to him humiliating, he also finds himself wanting it, even as he
tries to understand why.

   So let me know what you think.


DOCTOR'S ORDERS (Introduction/Chapter 1) (M/t, Mast, Voy)

Shaver Boy


INTRODUCTION

   My name is Doug and I am an exhibitionist.

   No, I'm not looking for a 12-step program or anything. I just realize
that I love being naked and I love to be seen naked and hard and beating off
or getting fucked or sucking dick or getting sucked and I love to be told
what to do when I'm naked. Well, you get the picture. And actually, I love
for pictures to be taken.

   I'm 22, 5'8", and I weigh 155 pounds. I have short blond hair and green
eyes. I work out three times a week in addition to swimming and biking so my
chest and legs and arms are in very good shape. I try to keep a good tan as
long as I can each year. I've managed to find a few places where I can get
naked and get an all over tan. Oh yeah, and the important stuff -- my dick is
about 8" and fairly thick. I keep the blond bush above it trimmed very short
to a small, neat patch. My balls are a decent size and shaved smooth. My
butt is, well, I've been told it's one of the world's great bubble butts.

   So at the gym, at the pool, in parks, wherever I can, I love to show off.
Don't get me wrong, I like looking too. I love jacking off with a hot guy or
sucking each other or fucking. I love it even more if we have an audience.

   OK, so I'm a little vain. But, hey, it wasn't always easy. Getting
comfortable with showing off wasn't something that happened over night and
it wasn't always exactly my idea. But very early in life I found out I like
to be watched.

   And for that, I can thank my doctor. Doctor Owen. Believe me, I wasn't
always sure I wanted to thank him for this. There were a lot of times I felt
guilty or that my life was getting a little out of control. But anyway, here
's the story. It all started nine years ago . . .



CHAPTER 1 -- THE PHYSICAL

   Well, maybe saying it started when I turned 13 isn't exactly right. I
think I'd wanted to show it off since the first time I lay there in bed and
beat off at the age of 10.

   I can still remember those early boners. I can remember lying there in
bed felling my hard dick inside my pajamas, then slipping them off, feeling
the guilty thrill of being naked. I can feel the low electric slowly rubbing
my dick back and forth across my stomach or my leg. I don't exactly remember
how long it was before I started actually shooting but it seems to me that
it happened not long after I'd started these little late night
manipulations. At some point early on, it started leaking precum, and there
was the exciting slick feeling of smearing that clear viscous fluid along my
smooth belly, the swollen head of my dick swiping back and forth, faster and
faster. And then, as I started breathing heavier, it would suddenly blow out
a load of thick white fluid, covering my stomach, pooling up in my belly
button. God, it felt good. You all know what I mean. I was hooked. I couldn'
t do it enough.

   I'd get home from school and there was no one home. I'd strip down and
sneak into my parents' bedroom, my dick already at full hard-on. There was a
full length mirror on the back of their door. I loved to look at myself,
naked from head to toe, slowly stroking my hard dick, watching myself as it
began to leak, feeling my legs start to quiver and then spewing a load all
over the mirror. (Then quickly getting the Windex and cleaning it off. Mom
must have wondered why she was going through Windex and paper towels so
fast.)

   At the same time I was, like most of us, scared and slightly ashamed of
these feelings I was having. I didn't have a clue what I was doing. I just
knew it felt awesome. Then I got scared thinking I was doing something weird
to my body, screwing up my kidneys or some such bullshit. And of course,
playing with your dick was "dirty". When my father finally got around to
explaining the facts of life sometime after I turned 11, I was relieved (I
think after my mother suggested that the stiff sheets were a sign it just
might be time for that little chat). At least I wasn't doing something to
screw up the plumbing. I was whacking my little dick like mad after that.
Actually I was sort of an early bloomer. By 12, I was getting hair around my
dick and even a little on my balls and the little dude wasn't quite as
little any more. I still was. I was at most 5'4". I guess my dick sort of
got ahead of me. About six and a half inches ahead in fact. I know. I
measured it.

   But still there was that feeling of doing something forbidden. Something
secret. I fantasized about stroking it in front of other guys. But in the
light of day, I was really pretty shy.

   Anyway, I was turning thirteen that summer and my doctor, who I went to
twice a month for allergy shots, recommended to my mother that I should have
a physical before starting eighth grade.

   Doctor Owen had been my pediatrician since I'd been a baby. He was in his
late forties and a very nice man who I'd always liked. He wasn't bad looking
either. Dark hair, good build, handsome face. Married with two kids who were
in college by this time.

   So the day came for me to come in for my physical. He scheduled it late
in the day to accommodate the fact that I had swim practice at the Y. I
would be the last patient of the day. My mom dropped me off and would come
back to pick me up.

   It started off like every other examination I'd had since I was a little
kid. Take off my shirt. Breathe deep while he listened with that damned cold
stethoscope. Blood pressure. Open wide and say "aah". The whole routine. The
doctor was chatty, remarking on how good a tan I had and what good shape I
was in.

   He asked me to take off my pants. I did and hopped back up on the table
wearing my white jockeys and nothing else.

   That was when it happened.

   I started getting hard.

   I think the idea that he was seeing me in my underwear was what got me
hard in the first place. Something about that just triggered some feeling in
me. But part of me was franticly trying to think of something, anything, to
bring it down. I tried thinking of schoolwork, math problems, my
grandmother, anything. No luck. The more I tried to think myself out of a
boner the harder it got.

   Doctor Owen made no comment but continued to push and prod around my
stomach, going lower and lower. And the lower he went, the harder I got. I
could feel my dick twitching in my briefs. I was starting to sweat. He
pushed his hand below the waistband of my briefs, feeling my lower abdomen
and reaching the top of my pubes. His hand brushed against my hard shaft. I
was beat red with embarrassment.

   Doctor Owen smiled. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. It happens all the
time. You get erections a lot I suppose?"

   "Um, yeah, I guess." I'd never talked to anyone about this stuff. While
it was embarrassing in one way, I also felt something else: it was exciting.
A wet spot was forming on the front of my briefs. I'd always had a leaky
dick. That day was no exception.

   The doctor stepped back. "Well let's get a look at how you're developing.
And I need to check you for hernia. Stand up."

   I slid off the exam table and stood in front of him. My hard dick was
tenting the front of my tight jockeys, a wet spot the size of a quarter
marking the head of my dick. The doctor reached down and pulled my underwear
down to my knees. My dick was pulled down by the waistband and then slapped
up against my stomach with a wet `thwap', leaving a splotch of precum. It
stuck straight out, with a slight curve to the left, jumping every few
seconds from my excitement. My face was burning. I wanted to crawl in a
hole.

   Doctor Owen just seemed to take it in stride. He stepped in front of me
and reached down, his right hand encircling my hard dick. His other hand
cupped my balls.

   "You've got a big penis for a boy your age," he commented as he squeezed
it, causing even more clear fluid to ooze out. "Good sized testicles too."

   "Oh," I said softly. I was glad to hear that but embarrassed as hell.

   "Have you compared it to other boys?" he asked, continuing to squeeze my
dick, alternately in the shaft and then the head. A string of precum now
dangled from the tip.

   "N-no," I stuttered. Well, that wasn't entirely true. God knows I'd
looked. Every time at swim practice, in the showers or changing in the
locker room I'd snuck looks at the other boys to see what they had. I'd just
never seen them hard. And I was petrified that they would see that I was
throwing a boner every time. I did know that I was bigger than most of them
and that I was more developed in the pube department than a lot of them.
Somehow that didn't make me more confident. I was just feeling weird about
it. And I somehow knew that I was a lot more interested in their dicks and
bodies than boys were supposed to be. I had always been, since first grade.
I know now that everybody is curious. But it was more than curiosity with
me. It excited me. But I sure as hell wasn't going to tell the doctor that.

   "Do you masturbate?"

   "What?" I was puzzled. Dad, quite frankly, hadn't been too thorough in
his little talk with me, certainly not in the terminology area. He'd sort of
given me the Reader's Digest version of the sex talk.

   "Do you play with your penis? Rub it to get an erection?"

   `Oh God! So it has a name!' I thought.

   "Um, uh yeah, I guess I have." If I could have turned any redder, my head
would have exploded.

   "And you ejaculate when you do it?"

   OK, I figured out what that meant. "Yeah."

   "How often do you masturbate?"

   I trembled as I could feel him still massaging my balls and squeezing my
dick.

   "Um, I don't know. Every now and then."

   "How many times a week?"

   "Um, maybe a couple."

   "Every day?"

   Caught!

   I mumbled, "Yeah, pretty much."

   "That's pretty normal for a boy your age. Don't be embarrassed about it."
He let go of my dick and balls and sat down on a stool about three feet in
front of me. I stood there with my dick swinging back and forth, a strand of
precum hanging from the end.

   "Step out of your underwear so you don't get anything on them."

   I pushed my briefs down my legs and stepped out of them, now completely
naked. As much as I was embarrassed, I was also incredibly turned on. There
was a part of me thinking that this was so exciting, to actually talk about
this, to be hard and naked in front of somebody, to have somebody touch my
dick.

   After a few seconds of silence, the doctor spoke again. "How do you do
it?"

   "I, uh, just rub it."

   "Show me."

   Hesitantly, I reached down and took my dick in hand. I stroked it a few
times, rubbing my thumb over the head, smearing the precum over it. Then I
stopped, thinking I'd demonstrated enough.

   Doctor Owen sat there calmly watching. "Don't stop. Show me the whole
thing. You feel like masturbating right now, don't you?"

   Christ, did I ever! I nodded and started stroking again, lubing my dick
with the precum that was now flowing out of it with increasing volume.
Doctor Owen watched intently. My legs were shaking now as I picked up speed.
I could feel that I was getting close.

   I shot. The cum arched through the air and landed with a splat on the
linoleum floor. And again. And again. And again. I stood panting, globs of
cum dripping from my dick and hand.

   Doctor Owen handed me a towel from the table behind him. I wiped off my
hand and my dick and then got on my knees and mopped up the pools of goo
from the floor.

   He watched me as I knelt on the floor. "Very good. You're certainly
healthy in that department."

   Now that it was over I felt embarrassed beyond belief. I couldn't believe
what I'd just done. Doctor Owen was aware of my feelings.

   "Don't be ashamed of it. You just did what all boys your age do. It's
completely normal. Now get dressed and we'll see you when you come in for
your allergy shot."

   With that, he left the room, leaving me standing there. I picked up my
briefs and pulled them on. My dick was still hard. I couldn't believe what
had just happened but I couldn't stop thinking about it. And thinking about
it made me feel all hot and excited. I knew I shouldn't feel that way but I
did.

   After I got dressed, I walked out to the waiting room where my mother sat
reading a magazine. Doctor Owen came out of his office and came over to us.

   "Doug seems in fine shape. He's really growing up fast."

   Mom seemed pleased to hear that and we got ready to leave.

   The nurse at the front desk smiled at me as I walked past. "See you in
two weeks for your shot, Doug."

   There was a part of me that couldn't wait.

   TO BE CONTINUED . . .

Copyright 2002 by Shaver Boy