Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2004 16:05:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Shaver Boy <shaverboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: DOCTOR'S ORDERS (Chapter 19) (t/t, mmm/t exhib, mast, oral, anal)

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. Remember, these characters are fictional. They don't get
any disease that I don't want them to and they deal with things the way
I want them to. That isn't true in real life. Play safe. This is a
fantasy, guys. Keep it that way.

Comments are appreciated to shaverboy@yahoo.com

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My apologies for being so long in getting out the next
chapter. I could offer all sorts of excuses but, anyway here it is at
last. The next chapter will be the conclusion of Doctor's Orders. But
for those of you who are fans (and believe me, like all the other
authors out here, I appreciate the mail I've gotten from so many of
you) there will be a sequel to the story. So read on and enjoy. I'll
try to get Chapter 20 done as soon as I can.

SB

CHAPTER 19 -- COMFORT LEVELS

"Are you crazy or something?"

Chip stared at me with a mix of disbelief and maybe just a bit of
anger. It was three days since my stay at the Carricos' and we were
sitting in his bedroom on that Friday night, lying on the double bed,
catching up. Chip had finally gotten back from his grandmother's farm
that afternoon and had asked me to spend the night. As we lay there in
our sweats and tee shirts, I'd just finished telling him about what I'd
done. Well, not quite all. I had edited the story to only include the
parts with Dan and Sean. I thought he's be a little too freaked by the
idea that I'd done it with their father and his boyfriend. And given
his reaction to this version of the story, I could see that I'd been
right. I'd even expected that he'd be a little blown away by what I had
told him. But I hadn't quite expected the strength of his reaction.
Maybe telling him had been a mistake.

"No, I'm not crazy," I replied a little defensively. "I just got a
little carried away, I guess."

Chip shook his head. "No, Doug, that's not a little carried away. You
had sex with two brothers. More than once. You sucked their dicks, you
let them fuck you." He paused for a moment, closing his eyes. I could
see he was shaking a little. Finally he stared at me. "Are you a fag?"

Now I was definitely on the defensive. I decided the best defense was a
good offense. "Are you?" I shot back.

Now he was pissed. "Absolutely not. I mean, I know we've fooled around
some but I like girls. What do you like?"

OK, the offense didn't really work. I sat staring back at him for a
moment. Could I say it? Could I finally say what deep down I knew was
true?

"I don't know. I just know I like being naked and stroking my dick. I
know I like sex. I haven't tried it with a girl yet because the
opportunity hasn't come up. Maybe I will. But just because I haven't
done it with a girl and I have with guys doesn't necessarily mean I'm
gay. I'm just experimenting."

No, apparently I couldn't say it yet. I tried, but that was what came
out.

"So are you planning more experiments? Are you going back over to
Dan's?"

There was something else in his voice on that question. A little
undertone of jealousy had shown through. By now I was pissed enough at
him that I decided to rub his nose in it a little.

"Yeah, I'm going back. I was over there yesterday. Dan's started
working with me on weight lifting. I'll be going over to their place
after school three days a week and he'll work with me."

Chip's jaw twitched slightly. "What all are you going to be working
out?"

I tried to ignore the sarcasm in his question. "Dan's serious about
this and so am I. It's not like I'm just going over there to fool
around."

"But you will fool around, won't you?"

I took a deep breath. "I guess so."

Actually it had already happened when I'd been there on Thursday. Sean
had gone back to college and Mr. Carrico was at work. So it was just
the two of us. Dan loved being a trainer for somebody else and liked
having a workout partner. We'd ended up naked by the end of the session
(he insisted on working out just in jock straps) and massaging each
other (which aside from being really sensual, I needed since I was sore
as hell after the workout he put me through). I thought of the story
his dad had told me about the rubdowns his trainer had given him. And
of course we'd ended up sucking each other and Dan had fucked me in the
shower. I enjoyed his attention, his sense of humor, and his hot body.
And most of all, I enjoyed that he liked seeing me naked and hard and
horny.

Somehow, I didn't think it was such a good idea to tell Chip about
that. He was pissed enough already. Both of us were silent for a
minute.

"Well, do what you want," Chip finally mumbled, rolling over to the
side of the bed to grab the remote control. As he rolled onto his side,
I glanced at his sweats. The front was tented out by his hard dick. He
rolled back onto his stomach and pointed the remote at the TV. We lay
there silently watching Letterman. I kept thinking about the bulge I'd
seen. My own cock was achingly hard in my sweats and a damp area of
precum was forming. Every now and then I'd move my hips back and forth
and feel the slick head of my dick rub against my belly. I was pretty
sure I saw Chip do the same thing a few times. I was trying to figure
out the vibes I was getting. Did he want to do something or was I just
reading him through my own horniness?

Finally, after barely speaking during the show, Chip switched off the
TV and rolled over again to put the remote on the table by the bed. I
snuck another look at his crotch. Still tented out.

"Let's get some sleep," he said. We both took off our sweats. In his
tight briefs, there was no mistaking Chip's hardon, even though he
quickly jumped under the covers.  The front of mine were already gooey,
my dick pushing upward to the side. I made sure Chip had a good
opportunity to see that, kneeling up on the bed and stretching before I
slid under the covers. Chip reached over and turned off the light.

I lay there in the dark, reaching down and rubbing my dick through my
shorts. I really wanted to do it with him. I finally rolled on my side,
facing him, and spoke.

"Look, I'm sorry if you're pissed at me. I just like doing the stuff I
do. I mean, what's wrong with that?"

Chip was still lying on his back staring at the ceiling. "Nothing I
guess. It's just all this stuff you've done, it's sort of weird. I mean
when you did it down in Florida, and I saw that tape, that was weird
enough. And now here, I just . . ." He stopped. I could hear a little
tremor in his voice as he started talking again. ". . . I just guess I
feel like you're getting into stuff I can't do. So I guess you'll be
spending a lot more time with Dan than with me."

I realized he was afraid he was being replaced as my best friend. I
felt my heart thump in my chest and swallowed hard. "Hey, we'll still
spend a lot of time together. I mean you're my best bud."

Chip was quiet for a moment and then turned toward me. We were only
about a foot apart. I suddenly felt his hand rubbing across my dick. I
reached over and started doing the same to his. After several minutes
of doing that, I pulled away and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of
my underwear, sliding them down my legs and over my feet. Then I pulled
my tee-shirt off. I tossed them over toward the pile where the rest of
my clothes were. I turned back toward Chip. He reached down again and
his hand encircled my rock hard dick. I started rubbing his again.

"Take off your underwear," I whispered.

He hesitated. Then he followed my lead and slid off his briefs and his
tee. I took his dick in my hand, gently working the foreskin up and
down. I felt him shiver.

There we were, naked and stroking each other under the covers. There
was something nice about it but we didn't touch each other aside from
each other's dicks. It kept feeling like something was missing, like
there should have been more. I wanted to feel him all over. But I
figured he'd freak out, call me a fag again. And I was determined that
if I was, then so was he. And I couldn't just blame it on him either. I
was holding back because, well, I didn't quite know what to do with or
how to interpret the feelings inside me. So we just lay there, slowly
masturbating each other.

Finally Chip spoke. "So what do you want to do?"

I thought for a moment. "Can I blow you?"

A pause.

"Yeah."

I let go of his dick and threw back the covers. The moonlight through
the windows cast a bluish glow on the bed. Chip rolled onto his back. I
knelt between his legs and bent down. I ran my tongue over the
underside of his cock as it twitched against his belly. I heard him
groan softly. I licked his balls and then headed back up his shaft.
Prying his dick away from his stomach, I took it in my mouth and began
to suck. Chip gripped the sheets tightly. With one hand I fondled his
nutsack. With the other I stroked my own hard dick, which was dripping
away onto the sheets beneath me.

After a few minutes of sucking him, he pushed back on my shoulder. I
sat back on my heels, stroking my dick as he looked up at me.

"I want to do you, too." There was that tremor in his voice again as he
whispered to me.

"Sure." I scooted up over his chest, my legs on either side of him. My
dick wagged back and forth above his face, occasionally drooling a
string of goo down onto his cheek. Wordlessly he took it in his hand
and rubbed it slowly, staring at it, studying it close up. I wasn't
sure if he was admiring it or just trying to rev up the courage to put
it in his mouth. I leaned forward, bracing myself on the headboard. My
dick was now right in front of his mouth. Finally he licked the head.
Just quickly the first time, then again, running his tongue all around
the ridge of the head. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and
allowed my hard shaft to slide in.

I started pumping my hips, pushing my dick in and out of his warm
mouth. He had his hands on my hips, holding me back a little, but I was
getting more excited and started pumping harder. I heard him gag as my
dick kept hitting the back of his throat.

"Take it, suck my dick," I hissed as I began really pounding into his
mouth. He was getting a little panicky now. He was holding my hips
tighter and trying to control my thrusts. But he didn't try to make me
stop.

I felt the load building in me, churning in my balls as they rose up in
my sack. I'd never shot in Chip's mouth before and so I started to pull
out but he held onto my hips and pushed his face against my crotch. I
shot right against his throat. I heard him coughing, choking. Cum
drooled out of the corners of his mouth as and down his chin. I finally
stopped cumming and knelt there, my dick still in his mouth. As I
slowly pulled out, I felt a little bit of guilt. I'd been a little hard
on him, using his mouth hard to get off. Chip lay there quietly.

"Are you OK?" I whispered.

"Yeah," he croaked back softly, "I guess."

To even the score, I scooped some of my cum off his neck and reached
back to stroke his dick, lubing it up with my jizz. Then I moved back,
centering my butt over his cock. I spread my legs further apart and
began to lower myself. The tip of his dick grazed my hole.

Chip looked up in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Paying you back," I whispered, "so enjoy it."

I pushed down and about two inches of his cock pushed into me. I heard
him gasp. I kept slowly pushing down until I had him all in me. Then I
began to work my hips up and down. Chip was breathing hard, staring up
at me with a glazed look. His body shook at times as I picked up the
pace. The bed was creaking as I started almost bouncing on his hard
pole. I heard him grunt, softly whispering "Oh shit, oh shit!" and felt
his body tense up beneath me. He thrust his hips up into me as he blew
his hot load inside me. His body shook and twitched as he came. Then he
sort of went limp. We were both panting. I placed my hand on his chest
to brace myself and felt the clamminess of his skin, damp with sweat.
Slowly, I rolled off of him, feeling his still hard dick slide out of
me. We both lay on our backs staring at the ceiling, recovering.

Finally I said, "So how'd you like it?"

"It was OK."

I could have slapped him. "OK? You just fucked me and it was just OK?"

He looked at me. "I told you, I'm not gay. That's not what I want. I
just did you because I thought it was what you wanted."

I thought about that for a minute. I wasn't sure it made sense. Was
Chip even more in denial than I was? Or was he genuinely just doing
this for me? And if that was true, what did that mean? But I decided
not to make an issue of it right then. I was too unsure of my own
position to question his.

"Well, thanks. I enjoyed it."

He rolled over facing away from me. "Let's get some sleep."

I lay there staring into space, trying to figure out Chip's motivations
and my own feelings. Having very little luck with either, I drifted off
to sleep.





Things had settled into a routine with Dan. Three days a week we worked
out. We also usually ended up fucking in the shower. I enjoyed seeing
the gradual change in my body as I studied myself in the mirror,
something I did a lot. The change wasn't dramatic at first. Probably it
was more in the way I felt than in the way I looked. But after almost
two months of lifting, I did notice my biceps getting a little bigger
and my chest starting to look a little more beefy. Just a little, but I
liked it.

I still went back and forth from trying to admit that I was gay to
pushing it off as a "phase I was going through". I know, I know. It was
a crock of shit. But it was a convenient and comfortable crock and one
that I continued to hide behind.

Why was I hiding from that so much? I mean it was the mid-nineties and
I guess a lot of people think this shouldn't have been such a traumatic
issue. But I grew up in a family that didn't talk about sex much less
gay sex, a very conservative Catholic family in a mid-sized,
border-state city that didn't exactly embrace the gay thing.

My parents were glad I had a new friend who had me interested in
something although they really didn't care that much about the way I
was building up. Mom griped about how I'd gotten more picky about my
diet. My father was his usual vague self. My sister didn't give a damn.
It was business as usual at home. Looking back, it's no wonder I was
such a hog for attention. My family, sweet and caring as they were,
never paid that much attention to anything I was interested in. They
just laughed it off as my latest silly childish whim.

And I suppose that was for the best anyway at that point. They
certainly never wondered about anything more going on. It never even
occurred to them.

The one person who did care was Chip. While he tried to keep his usual
cool emotionless mask on, I realized later how he was kind of hurt.
Despite what I'd said that night, I wasn't spending nearly as much time
with him. And every time I'd bring up Dan and my workout routine, he
seemed just a little tense. He and I still hung out a lot on the
weekends (Mr. Carrico had insisted that Dan had to concentrate on his
own routines during the weekends and not be distracted.) So I wasn't
neglecting him entirely.





It was mid-March when I went in for an allergy shot. Rick complimented
me on how I was looking. "Hanging out with Danny is rubbing off on you.
You look good. I can feel the difference in your arm."

"Thanks," I said, blushing, but underneath I'd been hoping he'd notice.
"I guess the doctor'll notice too."

Rick rolled his eyes. "I think it's possible. Are you staying around to
see him?"

I nodded.

Rick chuckled. "Good. I know he'll be glad to see what good care you're
taking of yourself. I'll see you later."

Saying my goodbyes to Rick, I walked into Dr. Owen's office. He was
still in with a patient so I closed the door and sat down on the couch.


I was already boned up thinking about the doctor looking me over naked.
I rubbed my dick through my jeans as I sat there. I could feel it
oozing in the jockstrap I'd worn that day. After a few minutes, I had
an idea, a surprise for Dr. Owen.

I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off. I flexed my arms as
I dropped it on the floor. I kicked off my shoes and unbuckled my belt.
I slowly slid my jeans down. My jeans had started feeling tight around
my thighs from all the squats and leg presses that Dan had had me
doing. I slid off my jeans and slipped off my socks. I threw them over
on the couch and stood facing the door. My dick was pushing out the
pouch of my jock. I squeezed it a few times. I could hear Dr. Owen's
voice getting close to the door. I stood far enough back that if the
receptionist was still there she wouldn't see me when he opened the
door. Then I slid my jockstrap off and threw it with my other clothes.
I gripped my dick, milking another glob of precum out and let it dangle
from the tip. Then I put my hands on my hips and stood with my erection
wagging back and forth in front of me.

The door opened and Dr. Owen entered. He was still talking and stopped
in mid-sentence when he saw me. He halted in the middle of the doorway,
taking in the sight of my nakedness.

As were the two guys standing behind him.

I dove for my clothes picking up my jacket and pulling it around my
waist. I crouched by the desk, wishing I could make myself small enough
to disappear.

Dr. Owen watched my embarrassment with a stern look on his face for a
moment. Then he broke into a smile.

"Jack, Ben, I'd like you to meet Doug Weston, one of my shyer patients.
Doug, this is Sam Caldwell and Ben Stauble from the University Medical
School."

I nodded at them, too humiliated to speak. How could I have done
something so stupid?

The one he called Sam stared at me, studying my nakedness, and said to
the doctor, "So this is the patient you were talking about earlier?"

Dr. Owen nodded. "The exhibitionist. I just didn't know you were going
to get such a first hand demonstration."

My face burned red with the realization that they'd been discussing me.
And yet, something about the idea they'd talked about me as an
"exhibitionist" excited me. I felt my dick twitch behind my jacket.

The other guy, Ben also commented. "He's young to be so bold about his
sexuality."

Dr. Owen came over to the desk. "Doug has shown a great deal of
maturity in dealing with his sexual feelings. I'm very proud of him."

That made me feel good and eased a little of the embarrassment that I
felt. I stood up, still holding the jacket around my waist but it was
obvious that behind it was a hard dick.

"Doug," the doctor said, putting his hand on my shoulder, "do you think
you'd be alright with discussing this with us? I think it would be
helpful to Ben and Sam when they deal with patients. We had intended to
have a discussion of the phenomenon of exhibitionism. After all, you're
not the only one in the world who likes to be seen naked. I think they
can learn from you."

I inched back toward my clothes. I was trying to make up my mind as to
whether this would be a good idea or not. But I nodded. "Sure, I guess
that would be OK." I dropped the jacket on my pile of clothes and stood
naked in front of them.

For the next half hour, Ben and Sam fired questions at me about my
masturbation habits, how long I'd been doing it, sexual experiences, my
feelings about being naked and seen. They also examined me closely,
feeling my dick, pulling on my balls, getting me to bend over and show
them my hole. They commented on how much I leaked precum.

I was really turned on. And more than ever I realized that I really was
an exhibitionist. I was loving their attention, their questions, their
eyes on me, their touching me, and the fact that my nakedness excited
them.

I demonstrated my masturbation techniques for them, slowly stroking my
dick and rubbing the gooey clear ooze all around the head. I spread my
legs and played with my balls with my other hand. The three of them
were standing by Dr. Owen's desk, watching me. I was close to cumming
when the door opened again.

Rick came in followed by his brother Alex. Their eyes widened as they
saw me.

"Damn, you didn't waste any time," Rick laughed as he looked me over. I
was confused. Why were they there?

The doctor spoke up. "I had asked Rick and Alex to come here today to
discuss their own experiences. I was hoping that Doug would join in but
as you can see he got a little ahead of us."

Alex smiled. "Do you think he'll let us catch up?"

Dr. Owen held up a hand. "I'm sure Doug will be willing to cooperate.
Right now let me make a few introductions."

He introduced Sam and Ben to Alex and Rick, explaining to the two
interns about his history with the two brothers. Another round of
questions began, with Alex, in his usual calm and confident way
recounting the story of their first visits to Dr. Owen eight years
before. Rick, in the meantime, came over to me. He reached down and
stroked my dick slowly.

"You doing OK?" he asked softly.

"Yeah, I am. I'm guess I just get off on this."

"Don't worry, you're not the only one. We're all exhibitionists." He
looked down at his own crotch. I could tell that he was getting hard,
his long dick snaking down the leg of his jeans. "I guess we're gonna
put on a little show here. Are you cool with that?"

Actually the thought of it was scary, but at the same time that bit of
fear was part of what made it seem even more exciting. I nodded. "Yeah,
I am."

"Good." He fondled my balls. "You want to help me get undressed?"

I responded by unbuckling his belt. I pulled his tee shirt free of his
jeans and raised it up his six pack stomach and over his big pecs. He
pulled it over his head and dropped it next to my pile of clothes. I
unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his legs. He wasn't wearing
underwear and his big eight inch cock flopped out and nearly hit me in
the face as I knelt down to remove his shoes. Several times it grazed
my cheek as I pulled his shoes, socks and jeans of his legs. I stood
back up. The two of us played with each other as Alex finished his
story. We stroked each other slowly. Then Rick sank to his knees and
began licking my dick and balls. I closed my eyes and moaned softly.

"As you can see, these two are comfortable with putting on a show," Dr.
Owen commented. "Are you enjoying yourself, Doug?"

I nodded. Rick had taken my dick in his mouth and was slowly sucking on
it. I opened my eyes to see that Alex was getting undressed as well.
The sight of his big muscular chest excited me even more. When he was
naked he came over to me and started rubbing my chest.

"Beefed up a little since the last time I saw you, little guy. Looks
good." He pinched my left nipple.

I reached over and took his big rod, already hard and twitching, in my
hand. I'd almost forgotten how thick Alex's big pole was. He moved
closer to me and rubbed the head of it against my hip. I felt the warm
moistness of his precum smear on my skin.

Sam and Ben were obviously turned on, rubbing their crotches through
their dress pants as they watched us play with each other. Dr. Owen was
his usual cool self but his eyes studied us intently. He finally spoke.

"It's a little crowded in here. Why don't we head down to the exam room
where you all will have a little more room."

Rick stood up and the three of us walked out into the hall, still naked
and hard. We walked into the exam room, followed by the doctor and the
two students. Alex began stroking me again and Rick moved behind me,
his dick rubbing up and down my crack.

Ben spoke up. His voice was shaking a little. "So does being watched
make this more intense for you guys?"

Alex, always the boldest, responded. "Sure. Nothing turns me on like
knowing that somebody's getting off on seeing me. Ricky's a little
shier than I am but as you can see, not that shy."

Sam asked, "And what about you, Doug?"

It was a little hard to concentrate with Rick and Alex rubbing me all
over. But I nodded. "Yeah, I guess I do get off on it."

Ben cleared his throat, "How far are you willing to go?"

I looked over my shoulder at Rick and spread my legs a little further
apart. He understood. I felt his head push at my now damp hole.
Carefully, he began to push into me. Alex got down on his knees and
took over sucking on my dick. I shivered as Rick's thick post pushed
further inside me, spreading me open.

"There's your answer," Dr. Owen said. He looked at the two students.
"Are you two wanting to join them?"

Sam nodded. He pulled off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. Ben
stood there, still groping himself but made no move to get undressed.
His eyes never left the three of us. In moments, Sam was naked. He had
a good body, not as toned as Rick or Alex, but solid. His smooth chest
was broad. His seven inch dick was thick and uncut. He worked to
foreskin up and down as he walked toward us. As he moved next to me, I
reached down and rubbed the tip. He released his dick and I took it in
my hand. I started stroking him in rhythm with Rick's penetrations and
Alex's sucking.

Alex pulled off of my dick, stood up and turned to Sam. He held his fat
nine and a half inch cock in his hand. "You want to help me out with
this, dude?" Sam stared at it, as if considering whether he could
handle this big log. He reached over and held it, weighing the heavy
post in his hand and then sank to his knees. He began tonguing the
head, lapping around the wide flared ridge.

Rick and I had moved over toward the exam table. I was bent over
bracing myself against the table as he continued pumping in and out of
me. I kept looking over at Ben. I could see the hunger in his eyes. I
motioned him over. He slowly stepped toward me. I reached down and felt
the bulge in his pants. Even through the khaki material and the
underwear beneath it, I could feel dampness. And I also could feel the
rock-hardness of his dick. He squirmed a little.

"Join in," I whispered. I couldn't believe how bold I was being. But
this whole scene had me turned on beyond belief.

He stood quietly, not moving, allowing me to continue kneading his hard
cock. He shook his head. "No, I think I'd rather watch."

I nodded. He stood there for a few seconds more and then moved back
over by Dr. Owen. I kept my eyes on him. His obvious excitement at
watching me was a rush for me. I moved my hips to meet Rick's thrusts.
Rick reached around me and stroked my dripping dick. If Ben wanted to
watch, we wanted to give him something to look at.

Sam was still crouched down, licking Alex's big shaved nuts. His hands
gripped Alex's round firm ass. Alex was stroking his big cock. He
looked down at Sam. "Get up on the table."

Sam slowly stood, and climbed up on the exam table, getting on his
hands and knees. Alex climbed up in front of him and knelt so that Sam
could continue licking his dick and balls. He tried taking it in his
mouth but could only suck the head. I reached between Sam's legs and
grabbed his hard dick. I began slowly rubbing it. I heard him groan.

Rick was picking up speed behind me. I knew he was going to spew his
load in me at any moment from the grunts I was hearing in my ear.
Seconds later, he pounded against me hard and I felt his hot juice
spurting inside me. He leaned against me, the sweat of his chest mixing
with the sweat of my back, convulsing and groaning loud. He stayed
there panting for a minute or so. Finally, he pulled out, murmuring in
my ear, "God, you're good." He hugged me from behind.

Reaching past me, Rick ran a finger up and down Sam's crack. I felt him
shiver slightly as I continued milking his boner. He spread his legs
further apart. Rick rubbed his finger against Sam's hole and gently
started pushing it in. Sam groaned louder. Rick twisted his finger
deeper into him. With his other hand, he was still stroking me. He
whispered in my ear. "You want to do him?"

I nodded. Rick boosted me up on the table. I knelt behind Sam rubbing
my leaking hardon in his crack. Rick reached between my legs and used
my precum to massage Sam's twitching hole. Then he took my dick and
aimed it for the opening. I leaned forward, bracing myself on Sam's
hips. The head of my dick began to spread him open. I pushed harder and
it popped into him, followed by two inches of shaft. He shook and let
out a loud "AAAAH." He turn back to me and said through gritted teeth,
"Easy there. I haven't done this in a while."

I started slowly pumping my hips, working gradually deeper into him. I
felt him push back, signaling his readiness to take more. Soon I was
all the way in, my belly up against his smooth sweaty butt cheeks. I
started thrusting harder, working into his with increasing speed. I
looked over at Ben. There were beads of sweat on his forehead as he
watched me fuck his classmate.

Sam was still working on the head of Alex's dick with his mouth. Rick
was reaching between his legs and stroking his dick. Everything was
picking up speed: Rick's stroking, Sam's sucking, my fucking. I
couldn't hold back much longer. I felt the cum boiling over in my balls
as they drew up in their sack. With a final hard thrust, I shot my load
into Sam. In moments, I felt him shaking as Rick milked his load out of
him onto the table beneath us. Alex pulled back from his mouth and
rapidly pumped his huge dick. Ropes of jizz shot out, coating Sam's
face and neck. I fell forward against his back, panting and twitching.
My dick continued to spasm inside him.

Dr. Owen stepped forward. "I think you've shown these guys what
exhibitionism is about."

We all laughed, sort of weakly. Alex and Rick walked over to the
counter and grabbed some paper towels to wipe off. I slowly pulled out
of Sam and climbed down off the table. I looked over at Ben. He stood
there, obviously still turned on but unmoving. I walked over to him.
"Are you alright?"

"Sure," he mumbled, "I'm fine."

Sam had climbed down now and stood with Alex and Rick, wiping the cum
off his face. Dr. Owen instructed me to mop up Sam's load off the
table. Then he told us to all head back to his office.

I needed to pee so I walked the opposite way down the hall to the
restroom. I stood at the toilet, trying to process the feelings going
through me. It dawned on me that something was missing.

Guilt.

I didn't feel guilty about any of it. In fact, I felt high. It was as
if I'd found what I wanted. And it was OK. Actually I felt a little
weird about that. Why was I suddenly not feeling awkward about my
desire to be sexual in front of people? Was it OK to feel OK? I shook
my head, trying to store that confusion away for later as I flushed the
toilet and turned toward the door. As I did, Ben walked in.

He stood staring at me. "Um, sorry, I just wanted to wash up."

His studying of my body was turning me on again. My dick, which had at
least partly gone soft began hardening, jerking its way to full
erection. Ben followed its progress closely.

"Damn, you're still horny," he mumbled.

I reached down and squeezed my boner. "Yeah, I get that way real easy."
There was a part of me that was enjoying not only his attention, but
the discomfort he was feeling about it. I started slowly stroking.

He stood and watched. Finally he said, "Do it again."

"Sure." I started masturbating in earnest now, spreading my legs and
playing with my balls. He leaned back against the sink and took in the
show.

I could see how turned on he was. "Why don't you jack off with me?" I
said softly.

Without taking his eyes off me, he reached down and unzipped his pants.
Reaching into the fly he pulled out his dick. It was hard as stone. It
looked to be about six inches and reasonably thick. He started stroking
it.

I ran my hand over my chest as I continued pumping my dick. He slowly
walked toward me and reached down to it. taking it in his hand. I
reached over and felt his. He trembled a little and pulled away. "I
just want to watch you." He stepped back against the sink again.

I stepped up the pace of my jacking. I was pumping my dick through my
fist now, thrusting my hips to fuck my hand. He picked up speed too,
furiously jerking on his cock. The room was filled with the wet
slapping sound of our masturbating. I was getting close. My legs began
shaking as I blew my load into the air. It arced up and landed with a
soft splat on the tile floor. After four big shots, I started to
subside.

Ben was still working away on his. From the tense expression on his
face, I knew he was close. He stammered, "C-can . . . I . . . sh-shoot
. . . on you?"

I stepped toward him.

"L-lie down."

I was thinking that this was a little strange but at the same time,
there was something hot about it. I lay down on the floor in front of
him. He stepped forward, standing over me. With a loud grunt he let
loose, spraying me with shot after shot of cum, covering my chest, my
neck and a few shots on my face. When he was finally done, he staggered
back against the door and slid down to a sitting position, his dick
still in his hand. He sat there catching his breath. I sat up and
looked at him.

He finally spoke. "I've never cum that hard in my life. I can't tell
you how hot you are."

OK, I was enjoying that. "Thanks. It was fun." I stood up and got some
paper towels to wipe myself off and mop up the floor. I handed him one
to clean himself up.

"When the doctor said that we were going to discuss exhibitionism I had
no idea that it would be like this."

I could tell this was hard for him to say. I tried to lighten the mood.
"Well you like watching and I guess I like being watched. So it works
out for everybody."

He stood up and stuffed his dick back in his fly. He looked at me, his
face red. Finally he said, "Could . . . I watch you again sometime?"

I found myself thinking that in spite of the fact that this guy was
probably eight years older than I was, I had the upper hand here. I
felt a little powerful. "Sure. I guess that would be cool."

He smiled. "Thanks." As he reached past me to throw away the paper
towel, I noticed the wedding ring on his finger. He saw me looking. His
face turned redder.

"I guess we better go." He put his hand on my shoulder and said
"Thanks." He turned and walked out of the room.

I stood for a second. Was this getting too weird? Was I? A peculiar
thought crossed my mind as I opened the door and walked back down the
hall.

I had felt more comfortable doing what I'd done that afternoon than
what I'd done with Chip. I stopped walking for a moment as that thought
sank in. What did it mean? Why was I more turned on about showing off
in front of people than in doing it with a good friend? Was it because
of the gay question? Was it something else? I didn't know.

But as usual, I'd think about it tomorrow.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

Copyright 2004 by Shaver Boy
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