Date: Sat, 5 Oct 2013 15:08:21 -0400 From: Daniel1989a . Subject: Summer Doctor Summer Doctor All year long I was the 15 year old son of the most conservative, boring parents in the world. I studied hard, played sports and did everything possible to please them, but even though I did very well at both, it was just never enough. I was the captain of my swim team and had set a few records for my age, I got straight A's in every one of my classes, I was even very active in after school activities, all to please my parents. It's not like they did not love me or care about me, it's just that they had no idea how to show affection or even how to have fun. Both of them had been born into very wealthy families and had mostly been raised by nanny's and to top it off, they had both been in their 40's when they got married. About the only sure time I had with them on a day to day basis was at the dinner table. It was very organized, we sat down at 6:00 pm sharp, then as my parents drank their cocktails, they would ask the same questions of each other and me. The questions they aked each other had to do with work for my Father and my Mother's groups and clubs that she was always joining. When it came to me, the questions never varied. "Paul, how was school today?" This could be asked by either parent and my response was always the same, "It was good thanks." The next question was also always the same, "How was swim parctice?" If anything out of the ordinary had happened I would tell them about it, but most nights it just required a, "It was great thanks." The last question before the help started bringing the food was always the same too. Without boring everyone with details, I had been born missing a certain enzyme tnhat required me to have daily shots from the doctor. I had never missed an appointment since my parents started letting me go alone last year, but still they asked, "Did you get your shot today?" My answer always the same, "Yes I did, it went fine." By that time the help was serving the food, which was always delicious and nutritious. During the actual meal, there was almost always no talking, the only sound being the silverware scraping across the very expensive china. The time I looked forward to every year and about the only time the conversation changed was when summer vacation was approaching. My Father owned an island up north from us and the cottage he had built was amazing. It was huge, just us on the island, the closest cottage over a mile away. So all summer I got to swim in the lake, fish and explore. Starting last year they had started letting me take the small fishing boat out by myself, which gave me increcible freedom. It was just a little aluminum boat with a 9.9 h/p engine, but I adored it, it was my ride to anywhere on the lake. The only thing that had to be worked out in advance, since it was still only 1975, years before the advances in medicine that would allow me to only have to take a pill, was arranging with a local cottage doctor to have a supply of the enzyme I needed. It had never really been a problem for me since it had been going on since I was born, it was just part of my day. So as the summer approached I brought it up at dinner, "So Dad, when are we leaving for the cottage?" Like most times when I brought up something that was outisde of the usual conversation he looked mildly upset, but then he told me, "Dr. Walsh has retired, so we're working on arranging a new doctor for you, then we'll be leaving the same time we do every year." I was surprised but not upset about Dr. walsh, he was nice and efficeint, but from the first time I had seen him at the cottage, I had always thought he was going to drop dead at any moment. He smoked non stop, even when seeing patients, he coughed almost constantly and in general had a very grumpy attitude about everything, and since getting my shot only took about 5 minutes of my day, I didn't really care. The next night at dinner my Father surprised me by saying, "We've arranged a new Doctor at the cottage for you, he lives on the lake so there will be no need for us to have to drive you anywhere, you can just take the little boat. Seems that this young Doctor has been doing research on your condition and there have been some advances that he is quite excited about." That was about the most my Father had spoken to me in ages so I asked, "What kind of advances?" He looked mildly irritated at the question and then said, "You can talk to him about it, his name is Dr. Kerry." I was very curious about the advances but knew I would not get anymore out of my parents so after eating, I went down to the indoor pool and swam laps. A few days later we were all packed and finally on our way, the school year over and nothing for me to worry about. A full two months of swimming, fishing, laying in the sun, BBQ, exploring and basically having fun. Arriving was always very exciting for me, we parked the car at the marina and then piled into our launch for the 45 minute boat ride to the cottage while the help took another boat with all our bags and supplies. The cottage had already been cleaned and prepared for our arrival so once there I took my bags and headed for my room. Seconds later I emerged wearing my usual summer attire, very small pair of cut-off jean shorts, a tight t-shirt and running shoes. I gave a quick wave to my parents telling them I was going fishing and a few minutes later I was in what for the summer would be my boat. I pulled the cord and the engine started first time, I pushed off from the dock and seconds later opened up the 9.9 h/p engine, loving the feel of the wind on my body and through my almost shoulder length brown hair. I cruised around, checking out the few things that had chnaged since last year, which wasn't a lot, things here seemed to almost never change unless there was a fire or one of the other wealthy family's lost their fortune or fell on hard times and had to sell their cottage. I cruised by the cottage of my friend Mike and seeing his parents at the dock I pulled up and killed the engine. "Hi Mr. and Mrs. Nicholson, is Mike around?" They looked surprised at my question, then told me, "I guress you didn't hear Paul, Mike is going to be spending this summer in Europe with relatives of ours." This did surprise and dis-appoint me, Mike was the only other kid close to my age up here and we usually spent a lot of the summer hanging out. I smiled at his parents and said, "Okay, thanks, say Hi to him if you talk to him please." They said they would and I pulled the cord on the engine again and pulled away. It was a hot and sunny day so I pulled my t-shirt off and when I was done checking things out I turned my boat towards where I had heard the Doctor had his cottage. The cottage had belonged to another family that had fallen on hard times and now I saw that he had had extensive work done to it since last summer. The dock and boat house had been re-built and painted and the cottage itself had an addition as well as what looked like new windows and a paint job. All in all it looked better than ever and as I cruised by the boat house I saw some scuba gear, water skiis and fishing equipment. There were two slots for boats in the boat house and one was empty, but there was a fishing boat a little bigger than mine in one of the slots and since I had to meet him eventually, I pulled into the empty slot and killed my engine. After climbing out I briefly checked out the scuba gear and then walked down the dock and up the stairs, then across the wooden path that led to the cottage. The path had been rebuilt and I also noticed that there was another addition to the cottage that I had not seen from my boat. It was about the size of a guest cabin but was attached to the main cottage by a screened in walkway. Whoever this Doctor was, he had money, the work here must have cost a fortune. I knocked on the cabin door, but when no one answered I walked to the side and stood on my toes to look in the window. It was hard to make out, but it looked like this cabin was being set up as his office and exam room. I could see a scale of the kind that Doctor's always had as well as an exam table against the wall and one of those eye chart things with the letters of all different sizes. I also made out a cabinet that had jars filled with tongue sticks, cotton balls and all the other things you saw in a Doctor's office. I walked a bit farther to the next window and again got on my toes to look in the window but the curtains were drawn so I could not see anything. Jsut as I was lowering myself back down I heard, "Can I help you?" The voice startled me so much that I lost my grip and landed hard on my ass. When I looked over I saw a man who looked to be in his early 30's running towards me as he aaked, "Are you okay, are you hurt?" I wasn't hurt, more embarrassed so as he helped me up I said, "Nope, I'm fine." That was when I got my first good look at this man, like me he was not wearing a shirt but unlike me he had a strong muscled hairy chest, large well developed shoulders and arms and a flat stomach that ended at the top of the jeans he was wearing. He looked excatly like the kind of guy I jerked off to when I would look at pictures in my extensive collection of mens magazines. His face was handsome in a rugged way, he had dark medium length wavy hair, a full moustache and piercing blue eyes. I knew I was staring at him and that I should say something, but he was just so masculine and hot that I could not tear my eyes away from him until I heard him ask, "You sure you're okay kid?" My eyes stayed focused on his chest as I said, "Yes, sorry, I'm fine Sir." I could tell he had asked more but I was so lost in his body that he had to ask again, "Can I help you with anything?" Suddenly I realised I was staring at a man who had no idea who I was so I said, "Sorry Sir, I'm Paul Beam, I'm...." He cut me off, a smile filling his face as he said, "So you're Paul, my new patient." He stuck out his hand and as I shook it I felt the strength in his grip, then heard him say, "It's nice to meet you Paul, I'm Dr. Kerry." I then relaised that he had seen me trying to look in his windows so I said, "I'm very sorry about looking around, I just wanted to see if anyone was here Sir." He smiled and said, "Don't be sorry Paul, things are pretty informal here, it's one of the reasons I move my practice here every summer now, how about I show you around?" I nodded and then followed him as he showed me the inside of the cottage, which had had a lot of work done on it too. He showed me the kitchen, bedrooms, living area, screened in veranda, washrooms and the guest cabin. Everything was done beautifully, the wood work was perfect and everything looked very expensive. We went back inside to the living room and he took a seat as I wandered around looking at all the pictures on the walls, most of them of Dr. Kerry with other guys in scuba gear, in what looked like exoctic countries. He noticed me looking and said, "Those are some friends of mine, we vacation together most years and go scuba diving, you ever done it Paul?" "No Sir, but I've always wanted to. The beaches in these pictures look amazing, must be a lot of fun." He laughed, "It is, one of my favorite things to do." I noticed another picture of Dr. Kerry and a pretty woman his age, so I held it up and asked, "Is this your wife?" He looked a little uncomfortable with the question but then he said, "No, I'm not married, that's my sister Kathy." I put the picture back and then started looking at the others, not really that interested in them but I was wasting time. Knowing he was sitting down behind me, his body everything I fantasised about had given me and erection that I was not able to make go away, and wearing just tiny cut off shorts I knew it would be awkward to hide. I silently wished I had thouhgt to put my t-shirt on before coming up here, but it was too late now. I had run out of pictures to look at on the wall and knew I was going to have to sit down but breathed easy when he asked, "Would you like a soda Paul?" I told him I would and when I heard him leave the room I quickly sat down and stuffed my erection to the side and covered it with my hands. There was a table beside my chair and I opened the drawer and saw several magazines inside, the one on top was a medical journal. Under that was another medical journal, but under that was a mens magazine, one I knew very well because I had this issue. It wasn't a porn magazine, in 1975 for a 15 year old, porn was not that easy to come by, but the magazine was as close to it as possible. It was basically filled with pictures of men, none of them wearing shirts and most of them in either underwear or shorts. I had used this issue so much that I knew every mans name and since I heard Dr. Kerry in the kitchen I quickly opened it to the center fold, a man who looked a lot like Dr. Kerry but younger. I did a quick double take looking at the center fold then up at the pictures on the wall, then back at the center fold. The man in the centerfold did not have the moustache, but even from where I was sitting I could see that the man on the center fold had the exact same smile, eyes and even the tiny scar I had noticed on the left side of Dr. Kerry's face. I felt my cock throb in my shorts as I realised this was a picture of him from what looked like about 10 years ago. I quickly looked at the cover of the medical Journal and saw that his name was Dr. Richard Kerry and thought my cock would pop out of my shorts because I knew the model on the center folds name was Richard, they were the same man. I knew the whole story about the guy that was printed in the magazine, every word of it. I was staring at the center fold so intently remembering the number of times I had jerked off to it that by the time I heard Dr. Kerry it was too late to put it away, he was standing right beside me. My cock pulsed so hard that it actually pushed the magazine up slightly so I raised it a bit as I heard him say, "I guess you can see that's me, it was taken 10 years ago while....." I hadn't meant to cut him off or even to speak at all, it just came out, "While you were studying at UCLA and living in a rental near the beach, that's where they spotted you and wanted you to pose for the magazine. You said no at first, but when you found out it would not be nudes and that your waiter job was not paying much and you needed the money for school you said o......." I suddenly realised what I was saying and cut myself off, feeling my face go beet red as the article in the magazine was long and what I had just recited was near the middle of the afrticle and there was no way I could have read it and memorized it in the time it took him to get me a soda. I had no idea what to do as he put the soda on the table beside me and then sat back down in front of me. He had an easy going expression on his face, then he asked, "I take it you've seen the article before?" Seeing he was staring at me, and me only wearing my cut off shorts and shoes made my cock start to go crazy, which went even crazier when I looked up into the eyes of the man I had jerked off to dozens of times. I was very unsure of what to do, so I said, "Yes, I think i've seen it before." I could tell my face was going deep red with embarrassment but he just clamly said, "I guess it made an impression on you, I'm flattered that you remember the article so well." Her must have seen how uneasy I was so he changed the subject and said, "So, your parents must have told you there have been some advances for your particular disease and that I was the one who discovered them." I kept the magazine on my lap and said, "They didn't really tell me very much Dr. Kerry." "Well, wihtout getting too technical, it means that if you take well to the new medictaion you will only need one injection a week. And I am still working on it and hope to have a once monthly injection reday by next year." That was amazing news for me, although it didn't take up a lot of my day a once weekly injection as opposed to a daily one was incredible. I was so excited about the thought of it that I leaned over and put the magazine back in the drawer and then picked up my soda and took a long drink. When I put my soda back on the table I saw Dr. Kerry's gaze linger briefly on my shorts and realised that there was no way he could miss the bulge my erection was making in my shorts. I quickly put my hands over it, then cleared my throat and said, "That's amazing, once a week instead of daily, where do I sign up?" I hoped my lame attempt at humor would make him forget the bulge in my shorts as he said, "Well, your parents have already signed you up, all I have to do now is check you out, then keep a close eye on you to make sure there are no adverse effects." I almost smiled when he said check me out because my eyes had gone back to his chest and arms as I checked him out, comparing him to the pictures in the magazine and thinking he had gotten hotter with age. I knew he had said something but was too lost in his muscles to have heard so when he asked, "You sure Paul, that's okay with you?" I just replied, "Sure Dr. Kerry, anything you need." He smiled and then said clearly, "Okay, why don't you just follow me to my office and we'll get the initial physical exam out of the way right now." I swallowed hard when I heard what he said, a physical exam, right now, but I had already agreed so as he stood I followed him, hoping it would just be a brief exam. Once in his office he sat behind his desk and I sat in the chair in front as he asked me a bunch of questions about my medical history. It was oddly erotic, him sitting there bare chested, me in just very short shorts and shoes as he asked question after question and I knew there was no way this erection was going away. After what seemed like a thousand questions he pointed to the exam room and said, "Okay Paul, why don't you head in there and undress to your underwear and we'll get on with the exam." Before I could even open my mouth to tell him I wasn't wearing underwear he had stood and gone into another room. I sat there confused then stood and made my way into the exam room and kicked off my shoes. I wasn't wearing socks so I now just had my very short tight shorts on and there were no towels or robes in the room so I sat on the side of the table wearing my shorts, my heart pounding waiting for him to come back. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. I will write more.