Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2008 19:50:31 +0100
From: Gymnopedies <gym@softhome.net>
Subject: Sexual Development 20

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Sexual Development: Chapter 20 - Dean's Secret Bag
by
Gymnopedies


Daniel approached Dean's house with a sense of nervous anticipation. On his
last visit here he had discovered that Dean, one of the coolest kids in
school, and certainly one of the cutest, was gay. This had led to some
limited and hesitant sexual contact as the two fourteen-year-olds had
measured each other's boners and then jerked themselves off. Daniel was
hoping that something similar might happen again today; maybe this time
they might be able to take things a little further, such as jerking each
other instead of just doing it themselves. Though Dean's announcement that
he had something to show his friend, and that Daniel might find it 'a
little weird', was slightly worrying. The boy couldn't help wondering how
'weird' it might turn out to be.

There was also another thing bothering Daniel. He couldn't get over the
idea that, in doing anything of a sexual nature with Dean, he was in some
way being unfaithful to Jason. He told himself that this was silly, since
Jason was straight and not interested in that sort of relationship. And
even though they had been best friends for as long as either of them could
remember, Daniel was still entitled to have other friends. Besides, if
Jason were to find himself a girlfriend, Daniel would be happy for him, so
wasn't Daniel entitled to have a boyfriend? Actually, the boy realised,
this wasn't a particularly good argument. If Jason were to get a
girlfriend, Daniel would try to put a brave face on it, but in reality he
would be devastated. He still maintained a private fantasy that one day his
relationship with Jason might go beyond the close friendship that they
shared at the moment and become much more intimate. Daniel strongly
suspected that Jason would be extremely unhappy if he found out that his
best friend was secretly messing around with another boy behind his
back. Why was life so complicated?

Daniel walked up the path and rang the doorbell, and a moment later Dean
answered the door.

"Hi." A wide smile spread across Dean's face. The boy had that damp,
scrubbed look about him that indicated that he had just taken a shower.

"Hi," said Daniel. He stepped inside as Dean held the door open for him and
immediately kicked off his shoes and pushed them up against the wall next
to several pairs that were already there.

"You remembered about the shoes," Dean grinned. "Come on up." He led the
way up the stairs.

As Daniel followed the other boy he could hear the sound of a TV coming
from the lounge. "Your mum's downstairs?"

"Yeah, but don't worry. She's watching her soaps, and there's no way she'll
leave the TV while they're on. The house could burn down around her and she
wouldn't even notice." Dean entered his bedroom and after Daniel had
followed him in, he closed the door. "I want you to tell me everything
about Craig," he said, throwing himself down on his bed, where he lay on
his stomach looking up at Daniel. "How do you know him? How old is he?
Where does he live? Is he gay? A guy that cute has got to be gay." He
giggled brightly.

"Erm, there's not really a lot I can tell you," said Daniel, thinking
quickly. He didn't want to say anything about Craig being Adam's boyfriend,
so how the hell was he going to get out of this? "He's just a friend,
that's all. He's nineteen. I guess he could be gay; you'd have to ask him."

"Oh yeah, like I'm going to do that," Dean laughed. "Besides, I might not
even see him again. C'mon Daniel, you must know more than that. Where do
you know him from?"

Daniel sighed. "I can't tell you any more," he said.

"Can't or won't?"

"Both," said Daniel.

Dean grimaced and shook his head. "That's not fair. He's got to be one of
the sexiest guys I've ever seen and you want to keep him all to yourself."

"It's not like that," said Daniel. "I can tell you that he's taken. But not
by me," he added, quickly.

"Bugger!"  Dean rolled over, swung his feet to the ground and sat up. "Oh
well, I suppose that's life." He looked unhappy for a moment and then his
frown turned into a smile. "It was a fun afternoon though," he said. "Those
Benson twins are really hot."

"Yeah," Dean gave a smile of his own, feeling that he was now on safer
ground. "I wouldn't mind being a fly on the wall when they're measuring
each other."

"Me neither. Hey, you think maybe they get carried away and jerk each other
off? Or maybe they even blow each other. I'd give almost anything to see
that." Dean started to laugh.

"Sicko," laughed Daniel. He sat down on the bed, next to Dean. "Trevor was
a real pain today," he said. "He seems to have got it in for Jason for some
reason."

"Trev's OK," Dean shrugged. "He can be a bit of a pain sometimes, but he
can be laugh as well. I think he's bit jealous because I've been hanging
around in school with you and Jason."

"Jealous? You think Trevor fancies you?"

"No, nothing like that," Dean chuckled. "I think he's scared that I'm going
to stop hanging around with him and spend time with you and Jase instead,
which is stupid. As well as that, he listens too much to what McBride says
about Jason. He probably thinks that if he's seen hanging around with
Jason, McBride might start saying that he's gay as well."

"Oh, I see." Daniel hadn't thought much of Trevor before, but hearing this,
his opinion of the boy had just taken a nosedive.

"Anyway, never mind Trevor," said Dean, getting to his feet. "I said I had
something to show you." The atmosphere had turned suddenly tense.

Daniel nodded. "Yeah. You said I might think it was weird."

Dean stood looking down at the boy, chewing nervously on his bottom lip. "I
guess it is a bit weird." He took a deep breath. "You're the only person in
the world who knows about me being gay, so you're the only person I can
talk to about anything like this. It's something that I've never told
anyone about before. Not ever. But I know I can trust you, Daniel." He went
over to his wardrobe, opened it up and reached in and pulled out a sports
bag. He put the bag down on the bed and swallowed nervously. "Let me show
you, and then, if you think it's too weird, I can put it away and we can
forget it. OK?"

"Yeah, OK," said Daniel, his eyes flicking between the boy and the bag. His
own heart was beating faster as he picked up on some of Dean's nervousness,
yet at the same time he was intensely curious about what the bag might
contain.

"Alright. Here we go." Dean very slowly unzipped the top of the bag and
then, his eyes on Daniel, he turned it upside down and tipped the contents
out onto the bed.

Daniel felt his eyes widen. "Holy shit!" He looked down at the untidy
pile. "Where the hell did you get all this stuff from?"

Dean shuffled his feet and grinned nervously. "I got most of it off eBay."

"You're kidding? You can really get stuff like this off eBay? I thought
maybe you'd mugged a doctor or something." Daniel cast his eyes over the
various items, most of which appeared to be of a medical nature. There was
a stethoscope, one of those things with the arm-cuff, gauge and
squeezy-bulb that doctors used to take blood pressure, a thing that Daniel
assumed was some sort of digital thermometer, a box of latex gloves, some
plastic syringes, a couple of closed boxes, and other assorted
paraphernalia, some of which he didn't even recognise. "What do you want
all this stuff for?" the boy asked.

Dean shrugged and his face reddened. "I'm interested in things like this,"
he said, almost shyly. "Besides, like I told you last time, I think all
this medical stuff is really hot."

"It must have cost a fortune," Daniel observed.

"No," said Dean with his a shake of his head. "Most of the stuff only cost
a couple of quid; it's dead cheap really. I've been collecting it for a
while." He grimaced. "You don't think it's too weird?"

"I dunno," said Daniel, not sure what to think. "I suppose not." He smiled
wryly to himself as he remembered that he'd considered bringing the
vibrator that Adam had given him, but decided against it in case Dean
thought it was too strange. Compared to some of this stuff, a vibrator was
positively boring. He reached out and picked up the stethoscope, turning it
over in his hand. "Is it real? Does it work?"

"Yeah, of course it's real. Try it if you don't believe me."

Daniel attached the stethoscope to his ears and placed the metal disk
against his chest, over his shirt. He could hear a faint
whooshing. Intrigued, he lifted the front of his shirt and placed the cool
metal directly against his skin over where he believed his heart to be. He
grinned as the sound of blood pumping through his heart filled his
ears. "Hey, it does work. Cool."

"I told you, all this stuff is real," said Dean. He sat down on the bed and
began sorting through the small pile.

Putting down the stethoscope, Daniel sat down next to his friend, his
interest piqued. He picked up one of the small boxes and opened it to
discover a small torch-like thing with attachments that looked like it
might be used to look down throats or in ears. "You've really gone to town
collecting these things," he said. He closed the box and, laying it aside,
he picked up a strange-looking hard-plastic device that was like a bit like
a tube with a handle attached and a sort of long stopper running through
the tube. "What's this?"

Dean giggled, shyly. "It's called a proctoscope."

"A what?"

"A proctoscope. It's used for looking inside someone's backside."

It took a moment for this to sink in, and then Daniel quickly put the
device down. "Yuck! Now that is weird."

"Don't worry, it's never been used," laughed Dean. "Mostly they're made of
metal, but the metal ones cost a lot more. This is a disposable plastic
one."

"Why would you want to look inside someone's arse?" asked Daniel,
grimacing.

"I dunno," Dean said, with a shrug, his face colouring.  He gave a forced,
nervous smile. "You ever put anything in your bum hole? I mean other than
that time you told me about when Jase's brother and his friend put that
candle in you?"

Daniel quickly shook his head. "No way. That's gross," he replied,
automatically. Then he thought about the vibrator he had at home. He hadn't
actually tried pushing it inside his arse yet, but he had thought about it,
and he had tried touching it to his hole. Also, he remembered how Adam had
put a finger inside his arse during his examination and how good that had
felt. He cautiously raised his eyes to meet Dean's. "Have you ever done
anything like that?" he asked, with an almost shy smile.

Dean swallowed visibly. "You really think it's gross?"

Now it was Daniel's turn to shrug. "I dunno. I guess it did feel sort of
good when Adam did it to me."

Dean gave a nod, seemingly satisfied that Daniel wasn't about to brand him
a complete pervert. "Yeah, I've used my finger sometimes," he
admitted. "And sometimes I've used other stuff."

"What other stuff?" Daniel's curiosity was now definitely aroused.

His face his growing even redder, Dean lowered his eyes. "I've used a
pencil," he said. "But that's not much fun; you hardly know it's up
there. After you told me about what Ben and Billy did to you, I tried it
with a candle." He gave an embarrassed giggle, glanced at Daniel and then
quickly looked down at his lap again. "I sort of pretended that they were
doing it to me. It felt pretty neat."

Daniel gave his friend a speculative look. When he'd told Dean about the
episode with the two younger boys, he had never dreamed that the teen would
end up using it as the basis for one of his own fantasies. "It didn't
exactly feel neat at the time," he said. "Especially when someone came to
the door."

Dean looked at Daniel and then he started to laugh. "I'd give anything to
have seen that."

"It wasn't funny," said Daniel. "If they had just taken a step inside the
front door they would have seen everything." Then he too started to laugh.

After a few moments, Dean turned serious again. He fingered the
stethoscope, which lay on the bed beside him. "So," he said, sounding
nervous again. "You want to try some of this stuff out?"

"You mean on each other?" Daniel asked, feeling a little uncertain.

"If you like," said Dean. "Or, if you want, you can try it out on me." He
grinned. "You can be the doctor."

Daniel frowned. "I don't know. What would I have to do?"

"Anything you like." said Dean. "You're the doctor, so that means that you
are in charge and I have to let you do anything you want. Oh, go on Daniel;
please say you'll do it. I've been collecting this stuff for ages, but I've
never had anyone to use it with. It's not the same using it on myself."
There was a hint of desperation in Dean's voice. "It'll be fun, and no one
will know. You don't even have to get undressed or anything; I'll be the
one who gets naked. Please, Daniel. Then, when we've done, it you want,
I'll do something for you in return."

Daniel chewed on his bottom lip. Then his face split in a broad grin. "I
guess we could give it a go. I don't know how to use some of this stuff
though."

"Doesn't matter," said Dean. "Just pretend. Oh wow! This is going to be so
hot." He got to his feet, his hands on his hips as he looked around the
room. "We'd better clear the bed before we start, then you can use the bed
if you want." He began gathering up the various implements and quickly
transferring them to a nearby chair where he spread them out, placing some
of the items onto the top of a chest drawers. "That should do. You can get
what you need." He was in his excited, almost hyper mode, grinning like an
idiot as he had a final look around to make sure that everything was
ready. "OK, you ready to start?"

"I guess so," said Daniel. The idea of playing 'doctor' using proper
equipment was a little weird, but it did mean that he was going to be able
to get his hands on Dean's hot body. In fact, Dean had just said that he
could do almost anything that he liked. He swallowed nervously. In a way,
it was going to be similar to his measuring of Ben and Billy, but without
the limitations. He would be able to freely explore every inch of the boy's
naked body. Dean was right: this was going to be hot!

The boys stood looking at each other. It was clear that underneath his
excitement, Dean was a extremely nervous. Daniel could feel his own heart
thumping hard in his chest.

"So, are we going to do this?" Daniel asked, as the silence started to get
uncomfortable.

"Yeah. But you have to tell me what to do," said Dean. "You're the doctor,
so you have to be in charge. You have to tell me to get undressed."

Daniel gave a nervous giggle. "OK, are you gonna get undressed?"

Dean sighed and shook his head, smiling. "Not like that. Don't ask me, tell
me. You have to tell me whether I have to take everything off or whether I
can keep some things on for now. You've also got to tell me why I have to
get undressed. Do it like a real doctor would."

Daniel frowned. He hadn't realised that Dean was going to be taking their
game so seriously. "I'd like you to get undressed," he said, feeling a
little silly. "I need to examine you all over, so take everything off." He
cringed. That sounded so corny.

"Can't I keep my shorts on?" asked Dean, timidly.

Daniel opened his mouth to tell the boy that he could keep his shorts on if
he wanted, but then realised that this was part of the game. "No,
everything has to come off. I need to examine your di... I mean your
penis." He pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh.

"OK." Dean also appeared to be holding back a smile as he began to
undress. He pulled his top over his head to reveal his smooth, slim, but
nicely defined chest. He hesitated for a moment and then folded the top and
lay it down on the floor out of the way. Putting one hand on a chest of
drawers to steady himself, he pulled off his socks and then unfastened and
dropped his trousers, stepping out of them. Now down to just a pair of
tight, grey boxer-briefs, he hesitated with his thumbs in the waistband as
though seeking final confirmation that these did indeed have to come down.

"Yeah, take 'em off," said Daniel. "Everything has to come off." His
original reticence as regards the role-play was disappearing about as
quickly as Dean's clothing.

Dean pushed down the boxers and dropped them down onto the pile of
discarded clothing. Then, naked, he stood up straight, his hands at his
sides, his fingers twitching.

Any final reservations that Daniel might have been experiencing totally
evaporated. Dean looked incredible. Daniel cast his eyes up and down the
boy's body, taking in his cute face, his lightly muscled torso and his
beautiful dick. Dean was perfect. Daniel felt a momentary pang of guilt at
that thought. Jason was perfect as well, he told himself, but Dean was
perfect in a different way. Dean's dick was soft, and Daniel felt his own
dick twitch in his pants at the thought about how he was going to be able
handle his friend as much as he wanted.

"Turn around," Daniel instructed. He coughed to clear his throat. "Turn all
the way round."

Dean turned slowly on the spot, his firm arse cheeks coming into view. He
continued to turn until he was back facing forwards again.

Daniel swallowed hard. "Right, now I'm going to examine you." He giggled
softly, in spite of his efforts to hold it back. Turning his attention to
the pile of instruments, he wondered where to start. He thought back to his
own first visit to Adam, the time his mother had been present. He shuddered
at the memory and then tried to forget about his mother being there and
think about what Adam had done. The doctor had basically started at the top
and worked his way down, so Daniel decided that he would follow a similar
course. He looked for the box that had contained the small torch-thing with
the attachments. He quickly found it and opened it. As he took out the
torch, his eyes fell on the box of disposable latex gloves and this
immediately reminded him of his second visit to Adam, the one where he had
been examined along with Jason. He remembered lying on his side on the
table as the doctor had pushed a gloved finger inside his arsehole. He shot
a quick glance at Dean and wondered how far the boy was willing to go with
this game. Dean had said "I have to let you do anything you want". Did he
really mean that? And even if he did mean it, would Daniel dare to do it?
That was a question for later. Daniel attached a small nozzle-like
scope-piece to the top of the torch and approached the teen. "I need to
check your ears."

"OK."

Looking inside a boy's ears was not something that Daniel had ever yearned
to do, but now that he had the chance he realised that he was curious. He
turned on the torch and pushed the pointed end of the scope into Dean's
right ear. It was sort of interesting, even though he really didn't
understand what he was looking at. He guessed that the paler looking part
at the end must be the ear drum. "Hmm... can't see your brain," he said.

"That's because I haven't got one," Dean giggled.

Daniel had a quick look inside the other ear, just for completeness, then
turned of the torch and laid the instrument aside. Looking quickly through
the pile he found a blue and white box with the words "Wooden Tongue
Depressors (Sterile)" written across the front. He took one out. "Now I
need to look in your mouth," he said.

"Maybe you'll find my brain this time," Dean chuckled.

"I doubt it," laughed Daniel. "If I really wanted to see your brain I'd
probably have look in the other end." He'd said this as a joke, but Dean's
eyebrows went up in response and the boy's grin broadened.

Daniel went through the motions of looking in his friend's mouth, even
asking Dean to "say 'ah'". Once again, he had no idea what he was really
looking at, but he was starting to enjoy the game more and more as he
realised that he really was the one in charge. Putting down the wooden
tongue depressor, he picked up the instrument that he had most been looking
forwards to trying: the stethoscope.

Not only was the stethoscope an interesting instrument to try out, but
using it also meant that Daniel could turn his attention to Dean's torso
rather than his head. Not that Dean's face wasn't nice to look at. The
fourteen-year-old put the earpieces into his ears and approached the other
boy with a smile of anticipation.

Dean winced slightly as the metal disk was pressed against his
chest. "Ooh. It's cold."

"Sorry," said Daniel. He lifted the disk to his mouth and breathed on it as
he'd seen doctors do in movies on TV. Almost delicately, he touched it once
more to the boy's chest, above his heart. "Hey, I can hear your heart."

"Pleased to hear it," said Dean.

For the next couple of minutes, Daniel moved the stethoscope around Dean's
chest, getting him to breathe in and out and listening to the air moving in
his lungs. "This is so cool."

"Yeah. You going to try it on my back as well?"

"In a second." Daniel moved the disk lower placing it against Dean's
stomach. He moved it around and then moved lower still until it was resting
right on the edge of the boy's small but dense patch of pubes. Then,
feeling daring he moved it lower still and pressed it against Dean's soft
dick. Dean jumped back in surprise, and both boys started to giggle.

"Just checking if it's alive," Daniel laughed.

"Oh, it's definitely alive," Dean replied.

Moving around to Dean's back, Daniel continued to listen to the boy's lungs
using the stethoscope. At the same time he reached around and placed his
hand on the teen's chest, getting a thrill from the smooth, warm, silky
feel of the skin under his fingertips. As he moved the stethoscope down
Dean's back, he moved his hand down the boy's front. Dean stood silently,
simply breathing in and out as told. Eventually, Daniel felt the tickle of
pubes against the side of his hand. He swallowed nervously and then let his
hand fall, catching his breath as his palm brushed against the boy's soft
penis. Even though this wasn't the first time that he'd touched Dean's
dick, having measured his friend's erection on his previous visit, it was
still thrilling to be able to handle him like this.

"OK, that's enough of that," said Daniel, taking the stethoscope from his
ears, but letting it continue to hang around his neck - he enjoyed wearing
it; it almost made him feel like a real doctor. Now, what to do next? What
else had happened at his first examination with Adam? Ah, yes. "Bend
forwards, I need to check your back."

Obediently, Dean leaned forwards, putting his hands on his legs, just above
his knees.

"Hold still," said Daniel. He began slowly running his fingertips over
Dean's spine, working his way from top to bottom. When he reached the top
of the boy's arse cheeks, he hesitated, remembering well what had happened
next at his own examination. Did he dare to that with Dean? Dean had said
he could do anything he liked. But still Daniel hesitated. He sucked in a
breath, reaching a decision. Squatting down, he placed one hand on each of
the boy's arse cheeks and eased them apart. He was looking directly at the
boy's arsehole. Keeping the cheeks spread with the finger and thumb of one
hand, he reached forwards and gently touched a fingertip right against the
tightly puckered ring.

Dean let out a gasp and shuddered, but gave no indication that he wanted
Daniel to stop.

Feeling more confident, Daniel touched the ring again, hearing another
intake of breath. He leaned in for a closer look, noting that the area was
completely smooth. He recalled that when Ben and Billy had examined his
arse they had commented about him having a few curly hairs back there, but
there was no sign that Dean had any hairs at all. He ran his fingers over
the area around the hole, just to be sure. No, definitely no hairs. Dean
accepted all of this touching without a word of complaint, seemingly
willing to let Daniel do anything he liked.

Daniel let go of the boy's arse cheeks and stood up, aware that he had a
solid erection pressing against the front of his pants. He briefly rubbed
his palm over it before stepping back and sitting on the bed. He was now
well into this game and thoroughly enjoying himself. He felt nervous about
this next part, but at the same time he felt the thrill of anticipation. He
was about to get his hands on Dean's dick. "Turn around and come and stand
in front of me," he said, trying to put authority into his voice to fit in
with his role.

Dean turned around. His face was a little flushed, but there was a sparkle
in his eyes that indicated that he too was enjoying the game. Daniel was
surprised that the boy's dick was still soft, though he wondered how long
it was going to stay that way once the real examination started.

His fingers trembling slightly, Daniel reached out and lifted Dean's penis,
allowing it to rest on the palm of his hand. Using his other hand, he felt
along it, squeezing it gently between his fingers and thumb, marvelling at
how soft the skin felt. Then, with a brief glance up at Dean's face, he
slid the boy's foreskin back revealing the sensitive, pale-coloured
head. He stroked his fingertips over the head, causing Dean to gasp and
squirm.

"You should ask me some questions," said Dean, his voice hoarse with
suppressed nervous excitement. He coughed to clear his throat.

"What sort of questions?"

"You know. Like Doc Lomax asked when he examined you."

"Oh, yeah. OK." Daniel thought back to his initial examination and recalled
the embarrassing questions that Adam had asked him. "When did you last jack
off?" he asked, his hand still on the boy's dick. He felt his face growing
red; asking the question was almost as embarrassing as having to answer it.

"This morning," Dean answered.

"Did you shoot?"

"Yeah."

"Do you jack off every day?"

"Mostly. Sometimes I do it more than once a day."

Daniel forced himself to look up and meet Dean's eyes. He tried to keep his
face straight but was unable to stop himself grinning. "What's the most
times you've done it in a day?"

Dean returned the grin. "Probably about five."

"Five? Shit! Didn't your dick get sore?"  Daniel's own record was only
three times in one day.

"No. I did it over the whole day. I didn't do it one after the other," Dean
giggled. "I did do it twice in a row once though."

"Ah, OK." Daniel tried to think what else Adam had asked. "Do you think
about boys or girls when you do it?" Adam hadn't actually asked him that
one, but he recalled Ben saying that he'd been asked that.

"Boys," said Dean. "I never think about girls." He hesitated a moment and
then added, "Sometimes I think about you."

"Perv," Daniel laughed. He dropped his eyes, feeling himself blushing. To
try to hide his embarrassment, he turned his attention back to boy's penis,
having another feel along it. It was definitely firmer now than it was just
a moment ago. He wrapped his fingers around it and stroked it a couple of
times, at the same time having a feel of Dean's balls. Over the past couple
of weeks Daniel had had the opportunity to handle Jason, Ben, and
Billy. He'd touched all three of them both soft and hard as he'd gone
through the routine of measuring their dicks. During his sessions with Ben
and Billy, he'd touched both boys far more than was strictly necessary,
particularly Billy, who hadn't objected when Daniel had reached up between
his legs and fingered his arsehole. However, even though he had pushed the
limits, those limits had still been there. With Dean, though, it was
different. The limits were gone, or at least moved so far that it didn't
matter. Daniel could do just about anything that he wanted.

Dean's cock soon became fully hard under Daniel's constantly moving
touch. Daniel bent the boy's erection down and let it go, watching it
spring upright. He ran his fingers lightly up the underside of the shaft,
causing Dean to shudder. "Your, erm, erection seems OK," he said, with an
almost shy giggle. He took it in his hand and gave the shaft a squeeze,
thinking about what he should do next. "I think you should lie on the bed
for the next part," he said. That's what had happened during his session
with Jason. Adam had got them lie on the examination couch and had then
really gone to town, touching them just about everywhere, making them cum,
and even putting a finger inside their arseholes. Daniel swallowed
nervously and his cock twitched. Was Dean going to allow him to do all that
stuff?

"Yeah, OK," said Dean, appearing completely compliant. He climbed onto the
bed and lay on his back, his hands at his sides.

Daniel knelt beside the bed, his eyes travelling down the body of the
naked, aroused teen. His own cock twitched again, and he knew that the
insides of his shorts were a sticky mess with precum. He just hoped that he
could avoid cumming in his underwear. "Right, I need to check you out," he
said, trying to sound like he knew what he was doing. "Lie still and tell
me if it hurts anywhere."

"OK."

Daniel started up by Dean's shoulders, running his hands over the boy's
body. Dean's skin felt soft and warm and was nice to touch. Daniel pressed
his fingers lightly into the muscles of the boy's chest, feeling around his
small nipples and squeezing the nipples one at a time between his thumb and
forefinger, and then went back to simply sliding his hands over the soft
skin. "Damn, I wish I had a body like yours," he said, breaking character.

"There's nothing special about me," said Dean, raising his head. "You're
much hotter than me."

Daniel smiled at the complement, even though he knew it wasn't true. He'd
heard enough gossip from the girls at school to know that the general
consensus was that the hottest boys in the class were Dean, and a boy call
Glen, who looked good but who could be bit of a wanker sometimes. The only
thing that stopped Dean from winning outright was the fact that most of the
girls were taller than he was and so some of them thought him cute rather
than hot

"I mean it," said Dean. "I've always thought you were hot."

"Yeah, right." Daniel moved his hands lower, probing Dean's stomach,
feeling envious about how tight the boy's muscles were; he made a mental
note to try to do more exercise. Then he once more had his hands on the
young teen's rock-hard erection.

Dean lifted his head again and smiled nervously. "You gonna make me shoot?"

"You want me too?"

"Yeah," Dean nodded. "You should do everything. You know. All the stuff
that Doc Lomax did."

"Yeah, alright. If that's what you want." Daniel began to slowly stroke his
hand up and down the shaft of Dean's cock, working the skin up and down
over the swollen head. Even with his previous experience of touching boys'
erections, this still seemed like some sort of dream. He took the boy's
balls in his other hand, feeling first one and then the other, squeezing
them very gently between his fingers, then slid his fingertip down between
Dean's legs, into to the warm crevice between his arse cheeks, to press
against his hole.

Dean gasped and squirmed, moving his legs apart and bending his knees to
open himself up. "Use the lube," he said, his voice hardly more than a
whisper.

Turning to the chair containing the pile of medical equipment, Daniel
quickly searched through until he found the small squeezy-bottle of
lube. He removed the top and was about to squeeze some onto his finger when
he spotted the box of latex gloves. He pulled a glove from the box and,
with some difficulty, worked it onto his left hand. He considered putting
one onto his right hand as well, but quickly decided against it - he would
much rather be able to feel Dean's cock with his bare hand. He grinned to
himself as he squeezed some of the lube onto his latex-covered index
finger. Was he really about to put a finger inside Dean's arsehole? He
wondered why this thought excited him so much. Putting down the bottle, he
used his bare hand to smear the lube all the way around his gloved finger,
and then turned back to the waiting boy on the bed. "You really sure about
this?"

"Yeah. Do it."

"OK. But say if you want me to stop."

"The doc never said that," Dean grinned. "He just went ahead and did it."
He opened his legs even wider.

Daniel took hold of the boy's cock with his bare hand, smiling to himself
as he realised that he was using the hard shaft as a handle, something to
hold on to. He slid his glove-covered finger down between Dean's arse
cheeks, seeking out his arsehole. When Adam had done this, Daniel had been
laid on his side. Dean was on his back, but Daniel didn't think this really
mattered. He located the boy's hole and pressed his fingertip against
it. There was resistance, so he pressed harder.

"Hmmpff!" Dean screwed his eyes shut.

"Sorry," said Daniel, easing the pressure.

"No, keep going."

More cautiously this time, Daniel worked his finger around the boy's
hole. He tried alternately applying pressure then easing off and was almost
surprised when the tip of his finger slid inside. He gradually worked in
the rest of his finger, passed the second knuckle and then up to the
base. He grinned to himself and flexed his finger inside the boy.

"Ooh!" Dean gasped.

"Want me to take it out?"

"No way!"

Reassured that he wasn't hurting his friend in any way, Daniel turned his
attention to the dick in his hand. He felt a buzz of excitement. He was
going to make Dean cum, and he was going to do it with his finger in the
boy's arse.

The tip of Dean's cock was sticky with precum, and Daniel pulled the skin
all way back and ran his thumb over the lubricated head. Dean shuddered and
Daniel felt the ring of the boy's arse clench tightly around his
finger. Dean's squirming continued as Daniel wanked on the young teen's
erection whilst at the same time sliding his finger in and out of the boy's
hole. Dean was gasping softly and his hands were clenched into fists,
gripping onto the bedclothes. Daniel increased the speed of his wanking,
holding tightly onto the hard shaft.

"Oh shit!" Dean groaned, as he lifted his hips from the bed. "Oh God!"

As Daniel plunged his latex-covered finger deep into the boy's arse, Dean
tensed and he uttered a final, deep groan through clenched teeth. His cock
began to throb, and cum began to spurt out onto his tight stomach.

Daniel kept stroking, barely keeping himself from shooting his own load in
his shorts. He pumped three good spurts from Dean's cock before the flow
turned to a dribble. He would have kept up his jacking even then, if Dean
hadn't gripped his wrist.

"I think you should stop," Dean gasped, smiling weakly.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," Daniel grinned. He let go of Dean's sticky cock and
eased his finger out of the boy's arse.

Dean let out a long, slow breath and lay back, his eyes closed. Daniel sat
and watched for a moment and then he noticed a box of tissues conveniently
placed on the bedside cabinet. First he pulled off the latex glove, turning
it inside-out in the process and then laid it carefully aside. Taking some
tissues from the box, he used these to clean his fingers, then, after a
moment's hesitation, he took some more tissues and cleaned up Dean's
stomach and then his dick, noticing the boy wince slightly as he wiped the
sensitive head.

"Thanks. That was hot," Dean smiled, once he'd got his breath back.

"Yeah," Daniel nodded, shifting uncomfortably. His own cock was still
painfully hard.

Dean raised himself up on his elbows. "Thanks for playing along,
Daniel. You make a great doctor." He smiled shyly. "Want me to examine you
now?" He hesitated, looking nervous. "Or I could do something else."

Daniel's eyes narrowed. "Like what?" he asked. His dick was urgently
demanding attention, and he was quite prepared to allow Dean to 'examine'
him, and even finger his arse, but he knew that some of Dean's ideas
bordered on the weird, and he wanted to be sure what he was getting
into. For instance, that plastic procto-thing was still sitting there on
the chair, and he wasn't sure he wanted that pushing up his rear end.

Dean nervously licked his lips. He forced a smile, trying to look to
confident. "I could suck your dick for you," he said.

"Suck my..." Daniel blinked in surprise and a wide grin spread across his
face. Dean must be making a joke. However, the nervous, worried, almost shy
expression on Dean's face quickly convinced Daniel that it was no joke;
Dean was actually serious. Daniel felt a sudden mixture of fear and
excitement. Dick-sucking would take things to a whole new level. He felt
his cock-twitch as he considered the idea, acutely aware of the precum that
was forming a wet patch on the insides of his shorts. Dean would probably
take one look at that sticky mess and have second thoughts about putting
his mouth anywhere near it. "Erm... I dunno."

"You don't want me to?" Dean looked disappointed. "You think it's too
weird?"

"No, it's not that." Daniel felt himself squirming. "It's just that, well,
I'm sort of, you know." He looked down at the rather prominent bulge in the
front of his trouser. "I think it's a bit a messy."

"You mean you've already cum?"

"No!" Daniel replied quickly. "Not that messy."

Now it was Dean's turn to grin. "Oh, you mean you're a bit sticky?" He
shrugged. "I don't mind." Then he giggled. "Let me see." He jumped up from
the bed and reached for the front of Daniel's trousers.

Daniel automatically stepped back, laughing. Dean persisted, grabbing
Daniel's belt, and Daniel made a half-hearted attempt to push the boy's
hands away. It turned into a struggle, during which Dean managed to turn
Daniel around and push him back towards the bed. Daniel lost his balance
and fell backwards, Dean coming down on top of him. Both boys were laughing
almost uncontrollably. After a few moments of struggling, Daniel gave in,
letting his hands fall to his sides. He still felt embarrassed about the
sticky condition of his dick, yet at the same time, he wanted Dean to see
him, and touch him, and make him shoot. Even if Dean decided against the
blowjob, just the feel of the boy's hands on his hard cock would make
Daniel a very happy teenager.

Dean quickly pulled open Daniel's belt and then opened the front of the
boy's trousers. Daniel raised his hips to allow his trousers to be pulled
down. Daniel was wearing dark-grey shorts and, just as the boy had feared,
there was darker, wet patch around the area of the head of his dick. Dean
dragged Daniel's trousers down below the teen's knees and, without even
appearing to notice the wet patch, tugged the boy's shorts down as well to
reveal his solid, twitching erection.

There was a moment's silence as both boys gazed at Daniel's hard cock. Then
Dean licked his lips and reached out and wrapped his fingers around the
shaft. Daniel was unable to suppress a soft groan, and Dean smiled
mischievously and jacked his hand up and down the boy's cock a couple of
times.

"Oh shit!" Daniel muttered. He knew that he was on a hair-trigger and
wondered whether he should mention that if Dean kept doing that, he would
not be able to stop himself from shooting.

It seemed that Dean was aware of Daniel's predicament, since he let go of
the boy's dick. "You need to get naked before you cum," he said, smiling.

Daniel tried to sit up, but Dean pushed him back down, sliding his hands up
under Daniel's top, his palms flat against the skin of the boy's chest.

"You stay there. I'll take care of things." Dean stroked Daniel's chest for
a few seconds, and then pushed his friend's top up until it was bunched
under the boy's chin. He leaned down and playfully licked Daniel's chest,
running his tongue over one of the young teen's nipples.

The action had taken Daniel by surprise. The feeling of Dean's tongue
flicking against his nipple felt really good and he squirmed against the
bed. He lifted his own hand, lightly stroking the front of Dean's chest.

Dean laughed softly and lifted Daniel's top over his head, pulling it
off. Then he slid down off the bed and began taking off the boy's socks,
and then pulling his trousers and shorts over his bare feet, leaving Daniel
completely naked.

"That's better," said Dean. Daniel's knees were hanging over the edge of
the bed and Dean pulled them apart and shuffled forwards until he was knelt
between them. "OK, you ready?" he asked. Even though he was grinning, he
looked nervous.

"You sure you want to do it?" Daniel asked.

"You bet I am. You wanna know how many times I've imagined being able to do
this?"

"Have you ever sucked anyone before?"

Dean shook his head. "I nearly offered to suck Trev once, but decided it
might not be such a good idea." He laughed. "Trev would probably have had a
fit. He can be a weird about things like that."

"You mean even more weird than you?" asked Daniel, smiling.

"Well, maybe not that weird," Dean giggled. "I meant weird in a different
way. Trev's not such a bad guy when you get to know him. He just sort of
has a few hang-ups about some stuff. He needs to lighten up a bit."

Daniel tried not to frown. He thought that Dean was being a bit generous of
his assessment. Anyone who was as far up his own arse as Trevor couldn't
possibly be anything but a total shit. However, he kept his opinion to
himself.

Dean took hold of Daniel's erection and a look of concentration appeared on
his face. He ran his thumb over the head, an almost invisible, glistening
thread of sticky pre-cum stretching out between his thumb and the top of
the boy's dick. Daniel watched as though in a trance, his sense of nervous
anticipation growing by the second.

Still keeping his hold of Daniel's boner, Dean ducked his head forwards and
licked the stickiness from his thumb. He giggled softly. "Taste's good."

"If you say so." Daniel wasn't convinced, but if Dean liked the taste then
that fine by him.

After another moment of hesitation, Dean bobbed down again, this time
licking some of the precum directly from Daniel's foreskin. Daniel gasped
softly as the boy's tongue brushed over that sensitive area. He watched,
his mouth hanging open, as Dean licked around the top of his dick and then
pulled the skin back and ran his tongue over the exposed, swollen head.

"Oh fuck!" It wasn't often that Daniel used such strong language, but on
this occasion the words just slipped out. The intense sensations coming
from his cock were like nothing he had ever felt before. He realised that
his hands were clenching fistfuls of bedclothes, and he tried, with only
limited success to make them relax.

Daniel's outburst seemed to have encouraged Dean, who continued licking all
the way around the head of Daniel's cock and then went on to repeatedly run
his tongue up the shaft, from bottom to top. After several moments of this,
he opened his mouth wide and engulfed the entire top of the boy's erection.

"Fuck!" Daniel repeated, having to fight the urge to thrust upwards with
his hips and force his cock further into his friend's mouth. He lifted his
hand, resting it on the top of Dean's head, stroking the boy's soft hair.

Dean sucked on the mouthful of cock for a few seconds and then drew back
and resumed licking around the head. He was holding onto the base of the
shaft with one hand, and gently playing with Daniel's balls with the
other. He lifted his head and gave a smile. "Am I doing OK?"

Dean resisted the urge to laugh. Anything he might say in reply would be a
huge understatement. "Yeah, it feels great," he said. "But be careful, I
think I'm going to shoot soon," he added. This was another understatement,
since he'd been almost ready to shoot before Dean had even touched him, so
the incredible stimulation that he was receiving from the boy's hands and
mouth was taking him to the very edge.

"So go ahead and shoot," grinned Dean. He once more lowered his mouth to
Daniel's cock, teasing the head with his tongue and his lips. At the same
time he began jacking the shaft, moving his hand up and down the boy's
erection in a firm, steady motion.

Daniel lay back, giving himself over to the amazing feelings that were
emanating from his groin. The guys at school sometimes joked about blowjobs
and how they had managed to talk some girl or other into giving them one -
Daniel suspected that most of it was little more than talk. However, he had
never suspected that someone's mouth on his dick could feel so
incredible. He could feel the pressure building down behind his balls as
Dean continued to lick and suck on the head of his cock. "It's coming," he
gasped.

Dean didn't respond. He kept up his attentions: jacking, sucking and
licking. Daniel clenched back, desperately wanting to shoot, but not
wanting to cum in Dean's face. However, trying to hold back was a pointless
exercise. He couldn't hold it. Besides, he'd given Dean fair warning. With
a long, low gasp, he gave in. His body tensed as the first jolt of cum
sprayed from his dick. Dean immediately pulled back, cum running down his
over his nose, lips and chin, yet he continued to pump Daniel's
erection. Several smaller spurts followed the first one, most of the cum
ending up on Daniel's stomach.

As Daniel's orgasm subsided, Dean eased back on his stroking, milking the
final drops from the boy's cock. Then he sat back with a satisfied sigh and
licked the cum from his lips with his tongue.

Daniel tried not grimace as he watched Dean lick at the cum, but couldn't
quite manage to keep the look of distaste from his face. A mischievous
twinkle appeared in Dean's eyes and he raised his hand to his mouth and
began to lick the remnants of Daniel's cum from his fingers.

"Yuck!" Daniel muttered.

"Want some?" asked Dean, grinning as he held out his hand.

"No way!" Daniel started to giggle and a moment later Dean joined him.

The boys were still laughing as Dean pulled out a handful of tissues,
throwing some to Daniel and keeping some back to wipe his face and hand.

Daniel wiped his stomach and his dick, gradually getting himself under
control. "That was amazing," he said, eventually, when he finally managed
to stop laughing.

"Yeah, it was pretty good," Dean smiled. "Not bad for a first attempt." He
lowered his eyes shyly. "I've got some videos on my PC of guys sucking each
other, so I did some of the stuff that I'd seen them do."

"You've got videos?"

"Yeah. A few. I got them off the Net. We can watch some of them sometime if
you like."

"Yeah, that'd be cool." Daniel sat up on the bed. "I guess we should get
dressed."

"If you like." Dean gave a shrug, appearing content to sit around naked.

Daniel got up and located his clothes and began pulling them on. After a
few moments, Dean followed suit. A couple of minutes later, both the boys
were fully dressed. There followed a short, uncomfortable silence as they
stood looking at each other. After a moment, Dean stepped directly in front
of Daniel, a strange look on his face. Then, without warning he put one arm
around Daniel's back, the other hand behind his head, and pulled the boy to
him.

Daniel stiffened in surprise as he felt Dean's lips pressed against his
own. Then he relaxed and gave himself over to the kiss. Kissing Dean felt
good. It was as though the two of them shared a closeness and intimacy that
Daniel had been longing for. This was the sort of closeness that he had
wanted to share with Jason, but had never been able to. Jason! The thought
hit him like a hammer blow and guilt shot through his guts like a
knife. Jason was his best friend. More than a best friend. Kissing Dean was
like slamming the door on any chance of a relationship with Jason. Daniel
wasn't prepared to do that. He couldn't do that. He couldn't give up on
Jason so easily after all this time. He stiffened and quickly pushed Dean
away, breaking their contact.

A momentary look of confusion appeared on Dean's face. Then he
smiled. "Sorry. I should have realised that you wouldn't want to kiss
someone whose breath smells of cum."

"What? Oh, erm, yeah," said Daniel, forcing himself to smile. "Look, I
should be going. Sorry."

"That's OK," said Dean. He put his hand on Daniel's shoulder. "Thanks for
coming over. And thanks for agreeing to play doctor. It was so hot. Even
better than I imagined it would be. You'll play again won't you?"

"Yeah, I guess," said Daniel. At this moment in time he wasn't sure whether
he would be playing again or not. He was more confused than at any time in
his life before and he needed time to think and to try to make some sense
of the conflicting emotions that he was feeling. His session with Dean had
aroused some unexpected feelings within him and he wasn't sure how to cope
with them. Suddenly it seemed that Dean was more than just someone to have
fun with, and he wasn't sure how to reconcile this with his feelings for
Jason. "I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Yeah, OK," said Dean. He appeared a little surprised at the sudden change
in Daniel's attitude, but luckily he chose not to question it. "Thanks
again, Daniel. You're the best."

"Thanks. It was fun." Daniel squeezed Dean's arm and then made his way down
the stairs. He quickly put on his shoes and waited as Dean opened the door.

"See you tomorrow, Daniel."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow." With a final tight smile, Daniel headed out of
the house.

**********

The story continues in Chapter 21: Sickness

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