Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2002 14:56:18 -0400 From: Shaver Boy Subject: DOCTOR'S ORDERS (Chapter 8) (M/t, t/t, mast, oral, exhib) 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 CHAPTER 8 - THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS (PART 1) Well, let me tell you, I had a lot to think about for the next month. From Thanksgiving until Christmas, I must have replayed that day in the doctor's office and at Rick and Alex's in my head so many times, that if it had been a video tape, I would have worn it out. I lay in bed at nights, beating off and thinking about it. I showered in the morning thinking about it. I sat and daydreamed about it in school. I came home in the afternoons and stripped down in my room, thinking about it. And it scared me to death! I thought about calling Rick. And part of me really wanted to. But another part was just sort of freaked out. I had blown a guy. I had blown two guys. I had shot loads like I never had before in my life. I had gotten so excited about being naked in front of the doctor, and Rick, and Alex that my skin tingled at the thought of it. Now this was a lot to wrap my mind around at 13, especially since the idea that I might be queer sort of, well, scared the shit out of me. I didn't know why. Mostly because everybody joked about it and made fun of fags and all. And I knew I wasn't some swishy fruit like you saw on TV or something. I was just me. And I was still trying to put off thinking about what it all meant. I skipped my next doctor's appointment because I had to go to my sister's idiotic Christmas play. And since we were going to go visit my mom's sister and her husband in Florida after Christmas, I wouldn't be going back to Dr. Owen until sometime in January. Actually, I was a little relieved. I wasn't quite ready to face the doctor and Rick again. But a part of me was disappointed too. I sat through that dumb play thinking about stripping for the doctor and Rick and Alex and Andy and maybe even that coach that Alex had talked about. I thought of standing there, stroking my hard dick while they watched and commented on my body. I daydreamed about Alex coming over to me and telling me to get on my knees and suck his big dick. At the end of the play I had a little trouble standing up and applauding. I was hoping my mother was too busy cheering for her little girl to notice that her son was standing next to her with a big stiffie tenting out his khakis. I think she missed it. Chip was sitting on the other side of me though and he definitely noticed. After the play, there was a reception in the school cafeteria. Chip and I stood in a corner, bored to death. Chip mumbled to me, "What's with you anyway? You were all boned up in there." I blushed. "Hey, I was thinking of something else. I was bored." Chip rolled his eyes. "Yeah, bored. Well you sure didn't look like you were bored. More like horny." He stared at the plastic cup of punch in his hand. "But then, why should this be different than any other time?" I was a little ticked off at his tone. "What, have you been watching me out your window at night again?" Chip was sounding a little tense now. "Well if you didn't make a point of putting on a show every night I wouldn't have to, would I?" He walked away toward his parents. I was about to go after him but stopped. I mean, I didn't want him pissed at me but I figured I'd give him time to cool down. Besides, I needed to pee. My parents were busy talking so I knew we were gonna be here for a while. I wasn't in the mood to run into anybody else by using the restroom in the cafeteria, so I headed up the stairs and down the empty classroom hallway to the restroom. This was an old school building, so instead of individual urinals, there was a trough. I unzipped my pants and pulled my half-hard dick out. I finished peeing but still had my dick in my hand. My mind was wandering again, thinking of Rick's mouth on my dick. I was slowly rubbing my dick as I stood there and it quickly rose to full hardness. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the door opened. It was a guy about in his late teens or early twenties. He must have been an older brother or uncle of one of the kids in the play. My dick was too hard to stuff back in my pants so I just stood there acting like I was trying to pee. He came over to the trough and stood about two feet away from me. "How's it going?" he said, looking over at me. Somehow, I was getting the feeling he was looking at my dick. And believe me, that didn't help to get it to soften up any. "Fine," I said to the wall in front of me. I wanted to look back at him but I was nervous as hell. "Did you used to go here to school?" He thought I was in high school. Now when you're 13 and in the eighth grade, nothing feeds your ego like somebody thinking you're older than you are. Especially when you're a short runt like I was back then. Or maybe he just wanted me to think that he thought I was older. Whichever, it worked. "Yeah," I replied, "my sister was in the play today." I had my hand around my dick, trying to hide the fact that it was hard as stone. "My nephew was in it too." He was still looking over at me. I looked back. He was really pretty good looking, about 5'10", with curly light brown hair and very deep blue eyes. My eyes moved down his body, which looked pretty toned under his sports coat. I found myself looking at his dick. He had finished peeing but he was still standing there, holding it. It wasn't hard but it looked pretty thick. He squeezed it a couple of times. Without realizing it, I was doing the same to mine. And he was watching me. And deep down inside I knew I liked it. Finally, I don't know what came over me. I looked at him and said, "You like it?" "Yeah," he replied softly. He was starting to work his dick a little more and it was beginning to grow longer in his grip. Seeing that just got me more excited, knowing that he was getting worked up from watching me. I was determined to do more. I cleared my throat, motioning to one of the stalls "Um, let's go in there and I'll show you more." I was starting to leak and was slowly spreading it around the head. I took my hand off my dick and turned toward him. My dick stood straight out from my open fly. He reached over and wrapped his warm hand around it. I shivered a little. "Nice. Are you sure this is OK?" he asked, as he gently massaged my rigid shaft. I nodded and led him toward the far stall, the large handicapped one. He hadn't put his dick away and it swung back and forth in front of him. When we were inside, I closed the door to the stall and latched it. He turned to face me and took my dick in his hand again, slowly stroking it. I groaned a little. "Yeah, you like that don't you?" he said softly. With his free hand he started unbuttoning my shirt. When he had it open he reached in and gently pinched my nipples. I trembled harder. "Sensitive nips, huh? I knew you were a hot one." I reached toward him and took his hard dick in my hand. It was thick, maybe about seven inches long and very hard. I stroked it a little and he let out a soft "Ooooh". Looking me in the eye, he whispered, "Suck it." I thought for a second and then crouched down, bringing his dick to my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked the head. That got a groan of appreciation from him so I went ahead and took it in my mouth. I started slowly working my mouth up and down on his rod. "Jesus, you're good!" he hissed, "Suck that dick, baby." I kept sucking for several minutes. My legs started to cramp up and I finally stood back up. A drool of precum hung from my dick. His shimmered in front of me from the coating of spit that I'd given it. He took my dick in his hand again and squeezed it several times. I shuddered. He smiled at me. "So what more did you want to show me?" he whispered. I let go of his dick and pushed my shirt off my shoulders. I pulled my shirt free and took it off, hanging it on the hook on the stall door. I felt him running his hand over my shoulder and down my arm. It felt good. Then I reached for my belt buckle. I undid it and unhooked the top of my pants. My white briefs were now showing with my stiff cock sticking out of them. I heard him let out a long breath. "Nice." He ran his hand down my stomach. I moaned a little. He squeezed my dick again with his other hand. "Yeah, Very nice." I was on fire, I was so horny now. I decided to go for broke. I whispered, "You want to see it all?" "Go for it." I kicked off my loafers and shoved them aside. Then I slowly pushed my pants down my legs. I pulled them off and hung them with my shirt. I was standing there in my underwear and socks now. He stepped back from me, waiting for me to do the final bit of stripping. I hooked my thumbs in the elastic of my underwear and slowly pulled down, my dick sliding backward through the fly and then flipping up toward my stomach when it came free. I let my shorts fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and then leaned down to pick them up, peeling my black socks off as I did. I placed them back with my shoes. I stood up. I was naked and hard and he was drinking it all in. My heart was pounding but I was so turned on. I reached down and started rubbing my dick. "Jesus!" he breathed as he looked me over from head to toe. He was stroking his dick again too. "Turn around, let me see your butt too." I did. He ran his hand over my smooth butt cheek. He traced his finger softy down the crack. "Spread your legs a little." I did and he pushed his finger deeper into my crack, rubbing it up and down over my hole. I knew, from my times with Dr. Owen, that he wanted to stick his finger in me. I tried to relax so he could. He must have felt my hole opening to him. "Goddam, you're a hot little fucker. You want this, don't you?" "Yeah," I grunted, as I felt his finger push inside me. I leaned forward, bracing myself against the wall with one hand as I kept stroking with the other. He twisted his finger deeper into my hole. "Christ, you're tight as a virgin. I'll be careful. I'll take it nice and slow." I felt him rub the goo-covered head of his dick against my ass cheek. OK, now you're gonna think I was the world's biggest moron, but up until that second, the idea that he (or anyone) might want to stick his DICK in my ass never occurred to me. Now it sort of dawned on me that he might be thinking just that. I pulled away quickly and turned around, pale as a ghost. Suddenly I was really nervous. "Um, uh, I don't think, um, . . ." He stared at me for a moment. It dawned on him that I really WAS a virgin! He looked embarrassed. "Hey, I'm sorry, I thought that's what you wanted." "No! Um, I just, um . . ." Now I was feeling a little scared. I was here in a deserted school bathroom, naked, with some guy who wanted to stick his dick in my butt. What the hell was I thinking! He saw how panicked I was and quickly tried to calm me down. He was probably afraid I'd start crying or something. "Look, look, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, kid. You just want to whack off, that's cool with me. You were the one who wanted to do the little strip show." I was still a little panicked but I started to believe him. He wasn't going to force me to do anything. I calmed down and the blood that had drained out of my face started to return. But somehow, the mood had been ruined. My dick had gone limp. And I could see that his had too. I think we both knew the party was over. He pushed his dick back into his pants and zipped up. "OK, I guess we better call it quits. Look, I really am sorry if I freaked you out. But let me tell you, you are one little hottie." "Thanks," I said weakly, now feeling just slightly stupid, standing there bareassed in front of this stranger. "My name is Sean, by the way." He reached over to shake hands. "Doug." I mumbled. I shook his hand. "Well," he looked like he was sort of at a loss for something to say, "Merry Christmas, Doug. I'll see you around." He unlatched the door and left. I stood there until I heard the outer door open and close. I can't even begin to list all the feelings going through me at that point. Embarrassed, freaked, frustrated, and feeling like the world's hugest slut. The world's hugest stupid slut. In any case, let's just say, I wasn't real happy with myself at that moment. But I was hard again. I leaned back against the wall of the stall and started to stroke. I thought of Sean's dick in my hand. I thought of him rubbing my ass. I even thought what would it have been like if I had . . . That did it. I shot all over the toilet and the floor of the stall, narrowly missing my pants lying on the floor. I took several deep breaths as the last drops of cum oozed out of my still hard dick. I wiped my hands with some toilet paper and started to get dressed. I pulled my socks and underwear on and then grabbed my pants. I pulled them on and then my shirt when I heard the door to the restroom open again. I quickly grabbed my shirt and pulled it on and buttoned it, stuffing my shirt tail in and slipping my shoes on just as I heard a voice right outside the stall. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?" It was Chip. "Using the bathroom, whadaya think?" I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. I opened the door. Chip stared at me. "Your mom wanted to know where you were. She sent me to find you." "Well, congratulations, you found me. Let's go." I started toward the door. "You might want to fix the buttons on your shirt. You got 'em crooked." I froze. Looking in the mirror over the sink I saw he was right. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and rebuttoned it. "OK, let's get out of here." "Hey, before we go back down, I wanted to tell you something." I had just about had it with Chip. Now what? I turned around. "What?" "I finally did it." It took a second for me to realize what he meant. Chip had finally started masturbating. I'd been after him for months to do it. Well, I had to hear about this. "So how was it?" "It felt good." You know, sometimes Chip's low-key approach to life really got on my nerves. "That's it?" "Yeah, I like it. I've done it a lot." OK, that got my mind working again. "You'll have to show me." "Maybe, if you aren't too busy." What the hell did he mean by that? Had he seen Sean leave the restroom? I tried to be cool. "Sure, I think we'll have time over the holidays." "We'll see." He opened the door and we headed back down to the cafeteria. The whole scene with Sean kept running through my mind. I could still feel his dick rubbing against my butt. I stuck my hands in my pockets to hide my stiffening dick. Over the next several days, as Christmas approached, I had a few things on my mind other than what was in those packages under the tree. I wanted to get together with Chip to share a jack off session. It just seemed like it would be fun. But between his family gatherings and mine, we hadn't been able to get together for that. The other thing that was going on in my head was thinking about what Sean had wanted to do. The more I thought about it, the more the idea sort of fascinated me. Somebody sticking his dick in my butt - would it hurt? Would it be really hot? Would it be really queer? I mean Dr. Owen had gotten a couple of fingers up there and it had sent me over the edge like nothing else I'd ever felt. But a dick? That was something else entirely. But in spite of the mixed feelings I had about the idea, I found myself thinking about it every time I jacked off. I fingered my butt, getting up to three fingers in there, thinking it was Sean's dick. Then, after spooging all over my chest, I'd think, no, I could never really do that. Or could I? Christmas Day came. We did our big family thing that morning as always and it was fun as always. I called Chip and we compared notes on what we'd gotten. The best gift I'd gotten was a boom box. His best was a set of walkie-talkies. He said I could have one of them so we could talk at night. That sounded cool. He said he'd come over later. Mom and Dad and Cathy were all busy watching TV when Chip arrived. He and I retreated to the basement, which was my domain in the house. We talked about stuff and played a new game I'd gotten. He asked if he could spend the night. I checked with the parents who said sure. We did our usual thing of him sleeping on the couch and me in the sleeping bag on the floor. We stripped down to our underwear and tee shirts and watched TV for a while. I knew we were both thinking about the same thing but we waited until everybody had gone to bed to bring it up. "So," I finally said, as I lay there looking up at him on the couch, "are you gonna show me what you've been doing?" Chip hesitated a few moments. "First, you gotta tell me something." "OK." "What were you doing in the bathroom at school the other day?" Now that was not what I had expected him to ask. I must have turned red as a fire truck. "What do you mean?" I wanted to find out if he'd seen Sean leaving. "OK, it was pretty obvious to me that you'd gotten undressed. Did you jerk off in there?" "What if I did?" Chip gave me that noncommittal look of his. "Doug, I don't give a rat's ass if you beat off. I'm just asking." "OK, yeah I did. I was bored and horny and I went in the restroom and jacked off in the stall." "Did that other guy see you?" Shit! He had seen Sean. "No," I lied. "I kept quiet while he was there. He never even knew I was in there. Now are we gonna do this or not?" I really wanted to change the subject. Chip got the message. I know he wanted to ask something else but he was also horny. I guess he figured any other questions would keep for later. "I guess," he replied. "What do you want to do?" "Well let's get naked first." "You first." Now normally that would have been no problem. But I was afraid Chip would chicken out on me. So I said, "No, we both do it together. Stand up." Chip pulled himself off the couch and I stood up. We stood facing each other, about two feet apart, on my sleeping bag. Both of us had stiffies poking out our underwear. "Take off your tee shirt," I said. I pulled mine over my head. Chip did the same. He was a little stockier than I was in the chest. His nipples were hard. Whether from the cold of the basement or the excitement of the situation, I wasn't sure. I wanted to touch him but I was afraid it would freak him out. I figured it was time for the moment of truth. "Take off your underwear." We stood watching each other as we both hooked our thumbs in the waistbands of our Jockeys. We slowly pulled them down to our knees and then let them drop to the ground and kicked them aside. We were both naked and hard and checking each other out. Chip's dick was smaller than mine, maybe barely six inches and not as thick. It stood nearly straight up toward his stomach. And I noticed something else. The skin of his dick partly covered the head. I'd never known that Chip was uncircumcised. And it was the first time I'd really seen an uncut dick hard. I was fascinated. Chip saw me staring at his dick. "OK, so it's not as big as yours. Big deal." "No, it's fine. I just never saw one with the skin." "Oh. Well, it comes in handy for jerking off." "Could I . . ." "Go ahead." I reached over and wrapped my hand around Chip's dick. He drew in his breath a little. I peeled back the foreskin, revealing the head. Then I let it slide back. I repeated that a few times and saw him shiver a little. "How's that feel?" I asked. "Like if I did this to you." He took my dick in his hand and stroked up and down over the head lightly. Now I was the one shaking. We had our hands on each other's dicks and were stroking each other. God, how long had I thought about doing that with Chip? He was looking right into my eyes as we slowly jerked each other. We continued stroking each other. Gradually, we picked up speed. I was leaking precum like crazy and the squishy sound of Chip's hand milking my dick filled the air. Chip wasn't a leaker but there was a soft slap slap sound as I pulled the foreskin back and forth over his head. The only other sound in the room was our rapid breathing. We were getting close. Chip let out a groan. I knew he was about to shoot and I knew I was too. I felt him shake and a bolt of cum shot out of his dick and on to my stomach. Another hit my leg and a third landed on my foot. At about the same time as his second shot, I let loose on him. My first shot landed right in his pubes. The second hit his dick and the third splattered against his left knee. We both sank to our knees on the sleeping bag, slumping against each other. "Merry Christmas," he whispered in my ear. "Same to you." I felt something so warm at that moment. I think he did too. But neither of us could quite express it and we both felt a little awkward. He pulled back and looked down at the cum dribbling down both of us. "I think we need a towel." I didn't want the moment to end but I didn't know what to do so I just said, "Sure," and got up and went into the laundry room to find a towel. I wiped Chip's cum off of me and headed back into the rec room. When I came back Chip was sitting on the couch. He took the towel from me and I sat on the sleeping bag, looking up at him as he wiped my cum off of him. He tossed the towel onto the floor and sat there quietly. "You OK?" I asked. "Sure." The expression on his face didn't say so. It told me that he felt embarrassed by what he'd done. I tried to put a positive spin on things. "Hey, I thought it was fun." "Yeah, I guess so." Chip was quiet for a few moments and then slid off the couch and down onto the floor with me, sitting cross-legged on the sleeping bag. "I have to ask you something again. Did you do it in front of that guy in the restroom?" That seemed to really be bugging him. Either he knew somehow and wanted to se if I'd be honest with him or he just sensed something. In either case, we were sitting naked in front of each other and Chip had been my best friend for years. I figured I'd tell him the truth. "Yeah, I did." I told him the whole story: that I'd sucked on the guy's dick, that I'd stripped naked in front of him, that he'd wanted to poke his dick in my ass but I wouldn't let him. Chip sat there listening, and getting hard again. So was I. "Shit!" Chip said softly as I finished telling him of my encounter with Sean. "I can't believe you did that." "Yeah, neither could I." I was feeling horny all over again from talking about it and watching Chip's dick twitch against his stomach. Mine was leaking all over my leg. I wanted to ask Chip if he wanted to try something more. But I held back, afraid it would make me look even weirder than I already did. Finally, Chip spoke up. "So what's it like? To suck a dick?" "Sort of hard to describe." I said. I'd never thought about how to describe the taste and feeling of having a dick in my mouth. The question just hadn't come up. "But it is kind of hot." I realized I really wanted to suck Chip's dick. And I wanted him to suck mine. I waited a moment before asking, "You want to try it?" I could see Chip staring at my dick, trying to picture what it would be like to take it in his mouth. "I don't know", he said. But I could hear in his voice that he wanted to. He just couldn't admit it. "Look, just lick it. If that's OK then you can try sucking it." "I don't want you shooting in my mouth. Promise you won't do that." "I promise." "And will you do it to me too?" "Sure." He thought about it for a few seconds. "OK, lie back." I lay down on the sleeping bag. Chip moved between my legs, on his knees. He took my dick in his hand and stared at it. He started to lean down toward it. His mouth was inches from the head of my dick. He hesitated a little more, then licked the head briefly. "See, that's not too bad, is it?" I said, enjoying his tongue n my dick. In response, he did it again, a little longer this time, running his tongue all the way around it. Then, taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and slid it over my cock. I felt his lips close on it about halfway down the shaft. "God, that feels good!" I sighed. It did. This may have been Chip's first time doing this, but he was doing a bang up job. He started moving his lips up and down my shaft. I felt his tongue rub back and forth against the head. He was rubbing my balls with his hand as he sucked me. "Oh yeah! Suck me, Chip." He did for a couple of minutes. It felt fantastic. His lower teeth grazed the underside of my dick a few times, causing me to shiver a little. After a few minutes, he pulled off and looked up at me. "Am I doing it right?" "You're doing great." "Show me how you do it." I sat up and Chip lay down. Taking his dick in my hand, I tried to remember everything Rick had done when he sucked me. I wanted this to be a blow job he'd remember the rest of his life. Starting at the base of his dick, I slowly dragged my tongue up the underside of his dick. I nibbled a little on the partially covered head of his cock and then slid my mouth over it and down the shaft. Chip moaned in appreciation. I rubbed the insides of his thighs lightly with my hands, spreading them wider apart. I pulled off of his dick and licked his smooth ballsack. "Oh shit," he whispered. Then he groaned as I went down on his dick again. It was just a minute or so before I felt him start trembling. I knew he was going to shoot. I grabbed my own dick and began stroking as I sucked harder on Chip's cock. His back ached off the floor as I felt the first spew of cum hit the back of my mouth. It was followed by several more. Seconds later, I shot a load that went flying all over his chest and stomach. I flopped down on the sleeping bag next to him. We were both breathing heavily. I reached for the towel and handed it to Chip. He wiped himself off wordlessly. "So that's a blow job, dude," I said finally. "How'd you like it?" "It was OK." I knew Chip was having trouble with all this because he just lo oked at the ceiling. Then he stood up and climbed back onto the couch, pulling the blanket over himself. "Let's get some sleep." I nodded and got up to go over and flip off the light switch. I could see him still watching me as I walked naked across the room. And knowing that made my dick twitch a little. I lay back down in the darkness. I slowly stroked my dick as I replayed the whole thing in my mind. We'd finally done it. I knew it was going to take Chip a little time to get used to this. I was excited, even though I was a little apprehensive too. What was I doing? Why was I so turned on being naked in front of Dr. Owen and all the others? Why was I so turned on being naked in front of Chip? And sucking his dick? And why was I still thinking about what Sean had wanted to do? Lots of questions. Not a lot of answers. It had been quite a Christmas. TO BE CONTINUED . . . 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