Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2015 14:21:04 +0000 From: kyle garter Subject: Life's New Phase -- Part 4 +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ All the usual disclaimers apply: +This is my second story. It is my work and you may not reproduce it without my permission. +This story is a work of fiction. If you think it is real, you have a very active imagination. +Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. +Scenes of sexual activity between an adult male and non-adults are represented. Do not read further if this offends you. +Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story. +Please consider a financial donation to Nifty. If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at: livinglife19@hotmail.com +Flames will be ignored. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Chapter 7: Caregiver At 1:35 p.m., John woke up to the moaning of his name coming from Cody's bedroom. Once again, John had to get his bearings before getting up and heading over to the young boy's room. "They hurt so bad, Uncle John," Cody wailed from his bed. John realized that all of the pain medicine from the prior evening was finally wearing off. The young doctor headed off to the kitchen in search of the pain pills he had prescribed, and finally found the codeine. He returned to Cody's room, gave the boy the medicine, and told the boy he would start feeling better in about twenty minutes. John sat on Cody's bed and gently caressed the boy's leg beneath a sheet as he tried to comfort the crying boy. Cody hated that he was crying in front of his "Uncle", but the pain was simply too much. After about ten minutes, the crying had slowed to occasional whimpers and John continued to rub the boy's leg to try to soothe him. Finally, the whimpering stopped and the boy lay motionless with his eyes shut. John was about to get up and leave the room when he heard Cody speak in a very hushed voice, "Uncle John, I have to go poop." Being a doctor, John was accustomed to dealing with bodily functions, so he started helping him out of the bed once again. This time, Cody's cock was not erect -- it measured about one and a half inches in length. John could see that the small boysack was still up tight against the boy's pelvis and that his balls had certainly not dropped. John followed Cody to the bathroom and noted the compact, tight ass. "All that time running around outside had certainly sculpted a firm little behind on the boy," John thought. John closed the door while Cody attended to business in the bathroom while he himself leaned on the door jam of Cody's room. During that downtime, John's mind flashed back to the mental image of Cody's erection earlier that day. He also recalled how that image popped into his mind right before he ejaculated. "That's weird," he thought. John had never had an interest in boys, or even men for that matter. Oh, he did get off in the blatant sexuality of men, but not men themselves. He just liked how men were more free with the entire topic of sex. That is why he had gotten aroused when he found Matt's cum-soaked sheet; Matt had needed release and just took matters in hand, so to speak. John admired that sexual rawness of himself, and of men in general. But, he was not attracted to men as far as he knew. So, why in the world would an image of Cody's boy bone pop into his mind right before he blasted out his load? And why had he noted the boy's tight little ass on the way to the bathroom just now? John decided that more personal reflection on the subject would be needed when he drove to Tucson tomorrow morning. John was stirred from his thoughts by Cody yelling that he was done. John entered the bathroom and did a preflush before the cleanup process. Cody was red in the face as he said, "I am so embarrassed that you have to wipe me." John replied, "sometimes you have to go through these kinds of things. There is no reason to be embarrassed -- you would do it yourself if you didn't break both your arms while acting like a crazy man on a skateboard." Cody laughed more than he should of laughed, and John realized the codeine was kicking in. John asked, "how are the arms feeling now, buddy?" Cody just laughed and said that he felt great. Yep, drugs are a damn good thing at times. John got down on his knees and got some toilet paper to clean the boy. Cody's dick was still flaccid, and John found himself looking at the boy's penis more intently as he wiped the boy's tiny hole. He had seen many pre-pubescent penises over the years, but this was the first opportunity that he had gotten to really stare at one unashamedly. "Research for the job," John thought to himself. On the third swipe with the paper, the boy's hole opened and the tip of John's finger as well as the paper entered. John looked up to say sorry, but he saw that Cody's eyes were closed and his head was leaned back. He also saw the boy's penis go from flaccid to boyspike in two seconds flat. "Oh jeez," John thought -- I've accidently excited the boy. The paper came out clean, but John grabbed another wad from the dispenser just to make sure. He once again dabbed at the hole and this time more of his finger slipped in. The boyspike throbbed, and John realized he himself was now hard also. John's paper-coated finger was a good inch-and-a-half inside the Cody's hole, and the heat from the boy was searing John's middle finger. Nasty thoughts raced through John's mind. Animalistic thoughts. Here he was entrusted with this boy as a friend and as a doctor. And, here he was sporting a hardon and obviously enjoying having his finger up Cody's butt. Slowly he pulled out the paper, which was once again clean. He reached around Cody and flushed the paper down. Cody did not open his eyes, so John said, "all done." Without opening his eyes, Cody asked John to do it one more time, but without the toilet paper. John responded, "I don't think that is a good idea." But Cody begged and begged until John relented and moved his finger towards the boyhole. It all made sense medically. At least that is how John rationalized it to himself. The boy needed some stimulation. All boys did. At ten and a half, John realized the boy was probably already playing with himself. Even though Cody wasn't likely cumming yet, he probably enjoyed playing with himself and making himself feel good. Now, here Cody was with no access to his own penis because of two broken arms. John decided that it was his ethical duty to provide the boy some type of relief if the boy was asking for it. No, John would not jack the boy off, but he would comply with the request for additional wiping since Cody had asked for it. The hole had closed up, and John felt the tiny opening with the tip of his middle finger. No paper, just skin on skin. It felt like a tiny slit and just a very miniscule little hole, and John wondered how nearly two inches of his finger had fit inside of that tiny hole. John rubbed across it a few times, and magically the hole opened to invite John's finger inside. This time, John's finger made it just past the first big knuckle in the middle of his finger. He felt the young boy's prostate at the tip of his finger, and he knew that would further excite Cody. John thought to himself, "this is probably what Cody wanted, or more accurately, what the boy needed." Ever so gently, he rubbed back and forth across the boy's pea-sized prostate. The boy's ass tightened and John felt an incredible tightness surround his finger. Cody's breathing became erratic and he tilted his head back as a low, glottal moan escaped his lips. As John continued to massage the prostate, Cody's dick began to twitch and his entire body began to shake. Knowing that he was helping a patient in need, John massaged with more vigor. The shaking turned into mini-convulsions and John checked to see that neither of the boy's arms would bang into anything. The low, glottal moan suddenly turned into a high-pitched yelp. The boyish yelps coincided with Cody's gasps for air as his boygasm completely overtook his body. John knew the boy needed a release, but he had never seen such a display before. He tried to remember back to when he was a kid and if he ever felt anything so powerful, but John was sure he had not. It was the most intense thing he had ever witnessed sexually, and it was now ingrained in John's memory for eternity. He could not forget it, even if he had wanted to forget it. John took the boy through six cycles of orgasms. He would let the boy calm down, and then start the prostate massaging over again. Each time, he was rewarded with the high-pitched yelps that confirmed the boygasms were complete. During the sixth set of convulsions and orgasming, John looked down and noted that the precum from his hard cock had completely soaked his boxer briefs causing them to become translucent. Once again, the animalistic nature of male sexuality had taken control of John's cock. Upon seeing his own soaked cock, John decided this would be the last orgasm for Cody. He had to get the boy clothed or back in bed before anymore lines were crossed. He could justify this act as a medical one - a physiological need for release, which he as a doctor had helped make happen. Anything beyond that would be crossing boundaries. Following the series of orgasms for Cody, the boy was drained. Cody didn't really open his eyes and John was grateful that his own boner would not be on display for the boy. John had to guide the boy back to bed and tuck him in. The combination of the codeine and the orgasms were too much, and the boy was out like a light. John considered going back to sleep in Matt's room, but his own aching boner once more demanded attention. This time, he thought about Cody unashamedly the entire time he beat off. John knew that it was not the right thing to think about, but the boy's orgasms had been so intense, so totally consuming. John wondered if himself would ever feel that much pleasure again -- to be so lost in the moment and let himself go like that. He thought of the boycock and the tightness of the boy's anal canal on his finger as he shot three ropes of cum up onto his tight stomach. John made his way to Matt's master bathroom and cleaned up before getting dressed and heading to the living room to catch up on SportsCenter. Chapter 8: Words of Encouragement Matt returned from work shortly after five o'clock. He grabbed a cold beer and thanked John for once again saving his job. John refused his offer for a cold beer as he had an early morning drive to see his dad in Arizona the next day. After Matt's second beer, John could tell that Matt was nervous as he was fidgeting a lot. "Something wrong buddy?", asked John. Matt explained that he was very nervous about helping Cody out with using the bathroom and even bathing him. "You see him naked every year at his physical, but I haven't seen Cody naked since he was 5 or 6. Plus, you are trained in helping out kids in need. I am not sure that I am going to be any good at this over the weekend," stammered Matt. John put his arm around Matt and told him to relax. "He's just your son -- just a smaller version of you, and this is a time where he will be totally dependent on you," John said. "Plus, I'll check in on you over the phone, and I'll be back early next week to give you a break." John added. Matt didn't looked convinced. "Look, Cody has been sleeping nearly all day, and he has to be starving. You go wake him up, and get him towards the bathroom. He needs a bath, bud. You have to make sure his arms stay dry and above the waterline at all times. I will be here to help you out if needed, but I am calling in a pizza order first," said John. Matt grabbed one more beer and reluctantly headed down the hall to his son's room. John called in the pizza order and headed down the hall. When he got to Cody's room, John saw that the boy was awake but Matt was nowhere to be seen. Cody told John, "dad came in and said I needed a bath but then he left." John went to Matt's master bathroom and found him sitting clothed on the commode with beer in hand. "I can't do it. Cody was naked and hard as a rock. I freaked out and just covered him back up and left," Matt said to John as he entered the bathroom. John countered, "time for some tough love here buddy. Cody has been hard all day and will be for the next ten years. Don't you remember that age? I would be hard all the time back then. You have to get your shit together and deal with it. It is completely normal for a boy his age to be aroused. You need to get past your personal shit or you are going to give him body issues for years to come. You need to just act like it is no big deal because it isn't. Quit making this about you! Your boy needs you, and you need to be a man about it. Get in there and take care of him. That is what fathers do!" Matt had never heard John talk so sternly to him. Throughout college, John had been the gentle one, the one that was everyone's friend. Matt had been the erratic one, the one that got a girl pregnant resulting in the current dilemma with his son. Never had he heard John raise his voice or get stern. It caught Matt off guard, but it also made Matt take notice. Putting his beer down on the counter, he told John, "you're right. I can do this." He told John to start the water in his master jacuzzi tub while he went to get Cody. John couldn't help but smile when Cody teetered in with Matt's arm around his waist. "There you go Matt," John thought as they entered the room together. Cody was boned up per usual and, he said he was starving. John smiled again and told him that pizza was on the way -- pineapple, canadian bacon, and banana peppers, which was Cody's favorite. Matt lifted Cody into the tub and John supervised although it wasn't really necessary. Matt came through like a champion. Even when he took his son's boy boner in hand, he did it with a renewed professionalism. He probably didn't clean Cody's ass as thoroughly as he could have, but all in all, Matt did a good job. He skipped the boy's hair on John's recommendation, and John said he would take care of that the following week. Matt got his son dressed while John paid for the pizza and set the table. After dinner, the three watched a little of the ballgame before John readied to go home. "Call me anytime you need me. No question is too menial. Give the codeine sparingly, but as needed for pain," John said as he headed out the door. By the time he got home, John was already missing Matt and Cody. Especially Cody. What in the world was up with him? He would think it through as he drove to see his dad on Saturday morning. It had been too long, and he was looking forward to hearing about his dad's retirement plans. to be continued...