Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2003 15:36:42 -0000
From: Gymnopedies <gym@softhome.net>
Subject: Sexual Development - Chapter 3

The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by location,
are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit
descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not based on any
actual events.



Gymnopedies   January 2003
gym@softhome.net


Sexual Development - Chapter 3: Jason & Ben's Initial Assessment
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Jason hesitated before knocking on the door. For a moment he considered not
going through with it. He could disappear somewhere for an hour or
so. Maybe he could even fake an accident and give that as a reason for not
attending the appointment. But he knew he'd never get away with it. They
would just reschedule the appointment for another time, meanwhile the
school would give him detention and his parents would give him
hell. Besides, the little runt standing behind him could hardly be counted
on to keep his big mouth shut, he'd just love the chance to drop Jason
right in the shit.

The fourteen year old looked over his shoulder at his younger brother,
Ben. Ben was twelve, and though Jason would be quick to deny it, was the
exact image of what he himself had been at that age. Both the boy's shared
the same dark-blond hair colouring and lightly freckled complexions, both
had the same brown eyes made to look larger than they really were by the
long, full lashes; Jason hated those eyelashes, he always thought they made
him look 'girlie'. Over the last year or so Jason had started to fill out,
becoming taller and a little broader, leaving Ben looking very much the
'little boy', but in spite of that, no one who saw them together could
possibly mistake the fact that they were brothers.

"You look like you're about to piss your pants," Jason sneered, the comment
really an attempt to disguise the fact that he was so nervous that he was
scared he might lose control of his own bladder.

Ben just ignored his brother, as was his habit. Jason often made nasty
remarks to him and the youngster had grown so used to them that he just let
them wash over him.

Not getting a rise out Ben, Jason turned back to the door and without
allowing himself time to think he gave a sharp, loud knock.

"Come in."

Turning the handle, Jason entered, Ben close on his heels. A youngish man
got up from behind his desk to greet them.

"You two must be Jason and Ben Middleton, assuming my timetable is
correct. Is your father not with you?"

Jason shook his head. "Dad couldn't come, something came up at work. He
said I'd to give you this." He handed across a note from their father
explaining the man's unavoidable absence. At least, thought Jason, this
large dark cloud did have a silver lining or sorts, albeit a very thin
one. Even though he wasn't clear exactly what was going to happen today,
Jason fully expected that he'd have to strip off at some stage and that in
itself was going to be embarrassing enough without having his dad there
watching. The boy wondered how Daniel had got on earlier that day having to
go through this with his mother there.

"Oh, well, I suppose it can't be helped." The man finished reading the note
and dropped it onto the desk. He looked up at the boys. "My name is Adam
Lomax, I'm the doctor who'll be conducting this study. I can see that
you're both pretty nervous so I think the best thing we can do is make a
start and hopefully you'll find that it's not half as bad as you are
expecting. As your father can't be here I'm going to be asking you a few
questions and I'll be giving you a quick check over to make sure there are
no major problems."

"What sorts of things will you be looking at?" asked Jason, annoyed with
himself when he heard the slight tremour in his own voice.

"Just the usual things," the doctor smiled. "I'll be checking your eyes and
ears, listening to your chest to make sure you're still alive, and I'll be
having a quick look down there," he nodded his head down towards the boy's
crotch. "It's nothing for you to worry about."

For Jason this definitely WAS something for him to worry about. His worst
fears had just been confirmed. "What if I don't want you to?"

"Well, your parents have given their permission for you to be examined, but
I'm not about to force you. If you refuse I'll have to report it to the
school and your parents will be informed. It's then up to them. What will
probably happen is that another appointment will be made for a time when
one of your parents can be present and we'll take it from there."

Jason realised straight away that this was a no-win situation. If he
refused to co-operate now then his father would certainly make sure that he
did so the next time. His shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Look, Jason," the doctor said, calmly. "If it's just a case of you being
shy about anyone looking at you down there then I can tell you that most of
the boys coming in here feel exactly the same way. At least if you get it
over with now you won't have a parent here watching. On the other hand, if
you don't want me looking because you think you might have a problem of
some sort then that's all the more reason for me to examine you so that we
can get it sorted out."

"Yeah, I guess," the teenager muttered. They were going to do to him what
they'd done to his cousin Tim, he knew it. He felt a moment of panic and
took some quick deep breaths to steady himself. There and then, he made up
his mind that whatever happened, there was no way he was going to let them
do THAT to him. This thought made him feel a little better.

"Are you ok?" asked the doctor, looking concerned. "Is something the
matter?"

"No, I'm fine," said Jason, returning Ben's puzzled look with a frosty
glare.

"In that case," said the doctor, "we'll make a start. To begin with I'd
like the two of you to strip down to your underpants."

It took less than a couple of minutes for Jason to pull off his clothes,
dropping them on the chair behind him. All too soon he stood
self-consciously in just his blue and white briefs, his arms crossed over
his bare chest. Next to him stood Ben, looking nervous and uncomfortable in
his dark red underpants. Jason noted critically that his younger brother
had hardly any sign of a bulge in his underwear, unlike himself. He
suddenly realised that the outline of his own soft cock was clearly visible
under the tight material as it lay pointing to the left. He considered
rearranging it and tucking it down towards his balls so that he wouldn't
feel so much on show, but knew that would mean drawing even more attention
to himself by putting his hand down inside his briefs in full view of the
doctor and his brother. He decided to leave things as they were.

"Who wants to go first," asked the doctor, putting aside the notes he had
been glancing through whilst the boys undressed.

Jason and Ben looked at each other, neither of them spoke.

"Ok, seeing as you're both so keen we'll start with the oldest first," said
the doctor, with a grin. "Step over here, Jason." As Jason stepped forwards
the doctor took him gently by the arm and moved him to stand in front of
the desk, facing his brother, starting off his examination by looking in
the boy's eyes and ears. "So how do you two get along with each other?" he
asked, making casual conversation.

"We don't," Jason muttered. "He's a real pain."

"No I'm not," Ben replied, fiercely. "It's you. You pick on me every chance
you get."

The doctor laughed. "Oops, maybe that was the wrong question for me to
ask. Though you do sound like fairly typical brothers. I used to fight with
my brother all the time. Do you have your own rooms or do you have to
share?"

"We've got our own," replied Jason. "We only have to share when someone
comes to stay."

"I bet that's fun," said the doctor. "Must be like world war three in your
house when that happens."

"Sort of." Jason found himself grinning. In spite of his nervousness he was
beginning to relax. This doctor seemed like a pretty cool guy; at least it
was better than being poked and prodded by some old wrinkly. He opened his
mouth so that the man could look down his throat.

"All clear there," said the doctor, dropping the wooden spatula he'd been
using to press down on Jason's tongue into the bin where it joined several
others already there. "Have you had any serious medical problems in the
past?" he asked, picking up his stethoscope.

"I don't think so," Jason replied. He began to take deep breaths as the
doctor put one hand on his shoulder and used the other to press the cold
metal disk against his chest.

"Sounds fine." The doctor took the stethoscope from his ears, but left it
hanging around his neck as he put out his hands to feel around Jason's neck
under his jaw, before feeling under the boy's arms and briefly pressing at
the tops of his legs at either side of his crotch. "Well, you seem healthy
enough. Sit down for a minute and let me check your brother over."

Jason picked up his clothes from the chair and dropped them on the floor so
that he could sit down. For the next few minutes he watched Ben go through
the same procedure he had just been through. It had been ages since he'd
last seen his brother undressed and he wasn't especially impressed. He
wondered vaguely whether he himself had looked that scrawny when he was
twelve. He knew he probably had and the thought brought a smile to his
face. At least in the last year he'd started to fill out a little and the
girls were starting to take notice. He'd never done anything with a girl
and wasn't even sure he wanted to, but the attention was nice.

Seeing the doctor had finished with Ben, all of Jason's nervousness
returned with a vengeance. He sat with his hands gripped tightly together
waiting for the instruction he was dreading.

"Right boys, time to move on to the next part. I'd like you to take those
briefs off now." The doctor bent over the desk making a few notes while the
two boys reluctantly removed their final garments.

Dropping his briefs onto the pile with his other clothes, Jason covered
himself with his hands. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Ben doing
the same. The fourteen year old wished that his brother wasn't there, he
felt strangely embarrassed about being naked in front of the youngster. Of
course it would have been far worse if his dad had come along and he didn't
even want to think about the prospect of having to undergo this in front of
his mother. He couldn't imagine how Daniel must have felt.

The doctor finished his writing. "We'll start with you again Jason. I have
to admit that although I like parents to attend this first examination,
this part of it is easier for all concerned if they're not here. Just out
of curiousity, do the two of you normally ever see each other naked?"

Both boys shook their heads.

"Well, Ben, it should be quite interesting for you, getting a good look at
your older brother. You'll see how things are going to change and get an
idea of what you'll look like in a couple of years time."

Jason suppressed a groan. The doctor was practically telling the little
runt to have a really good look at his brother's equipment. Ben sat down on
the chair, never moving his hands from in front of his groin. It's not as
if he's got anything to cover up, Jason thought to himself.

"Right Jason, let's have a look at you." The man squatted down in front of
the teenager and pushed the boy's hands out of the way.

This was the bit that Jason had been dreading. He tried to keep himself
calm as he watched the doctor take hold of his dick. It felt strange having
someone touching him down there, no one had ever done that before. The
doctor moved the boy's penis around with his hands, having a good look all
the way around it then slowly eased back the foreskin.

"Hmm, this is a little on the tight side."

Jason felt suddenly sick. This is how it had started for his cousin. Tim, a
year older than Jason, had been thirteen when during a routine school
medical examination the doctor had discovered that his foreskin was tight
and recommended surgery to correct the problem. Tim had been dead set
against the idea, but his parents had taken the doctor's advice and a few
months later Tim had been circumcised. Jason remembered the time Tim and
his mother had visited them, shortly after the operation. Jason's mother
and aunt had talked of little else for the whole visit, openly discussing
it in front of anyone who happened to be around. Tim had looked like he
wanted to curl up and die the whole time. Later, when the two boys were
alone, Jason had asked his cousin about it and Tim had cried; this was the
only time Jason had ever seen his cousin cry.

"I'm not having an operation!" Jason practically spat out the words.

The doctor glanced up, a surprised look on his face which quickly changed
to an understanding smile as comprehension dawned. "So this is what you've
been so worked up about."

Jason didn't reply, he just met the doctor's gaze with a stubborn glare.

"Well, you can stop worrying," said the doctor. "I don't think you need
surgery, not at this stage anyway. Even though your skin is quite tight, it
does go back and I can see that you keep it clean. It will probably loosen
up more as you get older, and if it doesn't and begins to be a problem, you
can decide then if you want any sort of treatment. I assume it's more
difficult to pull back when you get hard."

Jason nodded. He felt his face glowing red. The doctor's words had come as
an intense relief, but talking about things as personal as erections and
his foreskin was incredibly embarrassing, especially when his brother was
sat just feet away with eyes like saucers, drinking in every little detail.

Pulling the skin forwards to re-cover the pink head, the doctor turned his
attention to Jason's balls, gently pulling them down then feeling them
individually. "Everything seems fine down here," he said, "You don't have
very much in the way of hair yet, but that'll probably change over the next
year or so." He ran his fingers through the small, very sparse patch of
pubes at the base of Jason's dick, then pulled teasingly on a few of the
hairs with his thumb and forefinger. This caused the boy to redden even
more. Jason was well aware from his covert glances in the showers that most
of the boys in his year had a lot more hair than he did and a couple of the
guys had even made jokes about his slow progress in that department.

"Turn around and bend forwards for me."

"Why? What're you going to do?" Jason asked, nervous about the man's
intentions.

"Nothing at all that you need worry about," the doctor laughed. "Just trust
me, ok?"

"Yeah, I suppose." Leaning forwards, as instructed, Jason kept glancing
back to see what the man was doing. There was a close connection in his
mind between doctors and hypodermic needles and there was no way he was
going to allow anyone to sneak up on him unawares and stick one of those
things in his butt. Though in this case it turned out that he needn't have
worried, the doctor seemed only interested in feeling his away along the
vertebrae in the boy's back, working all the way down from top to
bottom. However, it did come as a shock when he felt his arse cheeks pulled
apart and a cool draught against his arse-hole, especially when this was
followed a second later by the pressure of a finger pressing lightly right
up against the hole itself. An involuntary gasp escaped his lips. The
pressure disappeared and he was about to stand up when he felt the doctor
reach between his legs and once more take hold of his balls.

"You seem like a healthy young man," said the doctor, releasing his grip on
the boy's testicles. "Just a couple more tests and a few questions and that
will be you finished. He sat down on what had been Jason's chair. "Come and
stand in front of me, keep your arms behind your back out of the way."

Since Ben was seated on the next chair, just inches away, this new position
gave the younger boy a close-up view of his older brother's body and
especially the area around his groin. Jason was now standing close enough
for Ben to reach out and touch his dick.

To Jason's dismay the doctor again took hold of his penis. He was starting
to wonder how many more times the man was going to be touching him down
there. This time though it was different, the doctor's fingers began to
gently squeeze the shaft and pull on it, sliding backwards and
forwards. "What're you doing?" Damn it, he seemed to be making a habit of
asking that same question.

"I need to have a look at you hard," the doctor explained. "Don't worry
about it, just relax and let it happen."

Jason was horrified. This man was playing with his dick with the sole
intention of getting him hard. He was expected to stand here with an
erection right in front of his little brother. Desperately he tried to take
think about anything but the feelings in his groin, hoping that if he could
avoid becoming hard for long enough the doctor would give up. He tried to
picture his english teacher naked; he was sure the sight of wrinkled old
Miss Kramer without her clothes would be enough to put anyone off sex for
life. The problem was, the doctor's hand jerking his dick felt so good!
Already he could feel stirrings down there. He knew he liked girls, not
guys, so how come a guy pulling on his cock was having this effect on him?

"I've got a few questions for you, Jason," said the doctor, keeping up the
steady hand movements. "Some of them may seem a little personal or
embarrassing, but it's important that you try to answer them
truthfully. Firstly I want you to tell me whether or not you masturbate."

"What?" The question came as a shock. As far as Jason was concerned this
went far beyond 'a little personal'.

"Do you play with yourself? Do you jack off?"

"I know what masturbate means. It's just, you know, private." Jason shot a
quick glance at Ben.

"So I can assume that you do it then," said the doctor, with a smile.

"Yeah, sometimes," Jason admitted, grudgingly, this time staring Ben
straight in the face and daring the little runt to say anything. Ben
didn't, in fact he didn't show any signs of even listening, his full
attention being focussed on the doctor's hand stroking Jason's slowly
hardening cock.

"How often is sometimes?" the doctor asked. "Once a week? Every few days?
More often than that?"

"Mostly every day," said Jason. He knew he was losing the battle to avoid
an erection, and this topic of conversation wasn't exactly helping matters.

"Do you go all the way or do you stop before you shoot?"

"No, I keep going." Jason knew his face was crimson. He'd never dreamt that
he'd have to talk about stuff like this.

"You're doing fine, Jason. Everything you've told me so far is perfectly
normal for a boy of your age. Just a few more questions. When you play with
yourself do you think about girls, or boys, or does it vary."

"It's always girls," said Jason, quickly. This wasn't really
true. Sometimes he didn't think about anything at all apart from how good
it felt when he jerked on his dick, though he never thought about boys and
he didn't want the doctor getting the wrong idea.

"That's fine. Are you sexually active at the moment, Jason? Is there anyone
who you are having any sort of sexual contact with?"

"No."

"Ok, I think that's all the questions for now. Thanks for being honest with
me. It look's like you've got nice and hard now."

His face flaming, Jason watched as the doctor examined his now rock hard
dick. Feeling all the way along the shaft and bending it from side to side
so that he could look all around it. As the doctor let it go it bobbed up
and hit Jason on the stomach before coming to rest pointing up at a sixty
degree angle.

"You've got a nice, healthy erection," said the doctor, reaching out his
hand and giving it a final squeeze which caused the teenager to breathe in
sharply. "You're a bit sticky on the end, so it looks like you've become
quite excited. If you want to finish it off while I examine Ben, that would
be ok with me."

"Erm, no, I'll be fine, thanks." It was bad enough having his hard dick on
show, but the fact that the doctor had drawn attention to the precum that
was leaking from the head was enough to make Jason wish the ground would
open and swallow him up. There was no way he was going to sit there and
jerk himself off with people watching, however much he really needed to do
it. He was going to have to somehow make himself wait until this was all
over and he got home to the privacy of his own bedroom.

"Well, it's up to you. If you boys could change places..."

Ben got to his feet looking reluctant and extremely
uncomfortable. Throughout Jason's entire examination the younger boy had
kept his hands firmly over his crotch and didn't show signs of intending to
move them from there any time soon. Jason took Ben's vacant seat, it was
now his turn to have a close-up view of his brother's embarrassment and he
was going to enjoy every minute of it.

The reason for Ben's extreme discomfort became immediately apparent as the
doctor pulled the youngster's hands away from his groin. The randy little
bugger was already hard, his dick pointing almost straight up from his
completely hairless crotch. Jason couldn't believe it. The boy didn't look
to have much in the way of balls, but his cock was much bigger than Jason
had expected.

"Well, this is going to save us a few minutes," the doctor smiled, taking
the hard shaft in his hand and bending it downwards. He had a good feel all
the way along it and then pushed the skin back from the head. Jason watched
enviously at how easily his brother's foreskin moved. After feeling the
boy's testicles, the doctor had Ben turn around and bend over, just the way
he'd done earlier with Jason. A quick examination of the twelve year old's
spine and then the man was pulling Ben's arse cheeks apart. With a strange
mixture of disgust and fascination, Jason realised he was actually looking
at his brother's arse hole. The whole process seemed to have taken little
more than a couple of minutes; Jason's own examination had felt like hours.

"Right, Ben. Since we've already seen that your erection is healthy and in
good working order, I've just got a few questions for you and then we're
finished."

"If you've done looking at me, can I get dressed?" the youngster asked, in
a small voice.

"In a minute," said the doctor. "Just stay as you are for now."

For some reason, Jason's eyes were drawn towards his brother's dick. There
was something almost hypnotic about the way it twitched and he knew from
the look on the youngster's face that the boy felt just as humiliated at
having to stand there naked and hard as he himself had, minutes before. The
older boy was only half listened to the doctor's questions, concentrating
instead on enjoying his brother's total embarrassment, though he was
surprised to hear that Ben often jerked himself off sometimes several times
a day, even though he didn't shoot anything yet.

"Who do you think about when you play with yourself?" the doctor
asked. "Boys or girls or sometimes both?"

There was just a moments hesitation before Ben replied to the
question. "Girls."

Jason's attention immediately moved from his brother's cock to the boy's
face. Several years ago, Jason had discovered that he could always tell
when Ben was telling the truth and when he was lying. That last answer had
been an outright lie! The conclusion was obvious. Ben thought about boys
while he was playing whith himself. His little brother was a queer. It took
a moment for the older boy to get over the shock of the discovery and just
another moment for him to realise that this information could be
useful. Yes, under the circumstances it could be especially useful.

"Are you having any sort of sexual contact with anyone at the moment, Ben?"

Another slight hesitation before the boy shook his head. "No. Nothing like
that."

Another lie! Suddenly it all made sense. Jason put two and two together and
discovered that four was the only possible answer. Billy Stanton! All those
times those two boys had slept over at each others houses. They'd even
shared Ben's bed. Jason hadn't thought anything of it before, it never
occurred to him that they were doing far more in that bed than just
sleeping. Ben and Billy were the same age and had been best friends since
they both started school together. They shared everything, and now Jason
realised just how literally true that was. For a moment he felt a little
jealous. He was fourteen and had never done anything at all with anyone
apart from a quick kiss with a girl once; not exactly something to brag
about. His brother was only twelve and was by the sounds of things getting
it on a regular basis, even if it was with another guy. He had to admire
the little runt, even if he didn't like to think about what the boy got up
to.

"Right then, Ben, that's everything done," said the doctor. "I suppose
you'd better get yourself home and do something with this." He took hold of
the youngster's still solid erection, giving it a squeeze and sliding his
fingers up and down the shaft a couple of times before letting it go
again. "You can get your clothes on now."

Neither boy needed telling twice. As they pulled their clothes on, relieved
to be finally covering themselves up, the doctor returned to his notes. A
couple of minutes later both boys were fully dressed and waiting for
permission to leave.

"Just before you go," said the doctor. "You'll need to choose a partner for
some of the future sessions. I assume that you'll be partnering each
other?"

"Yeah, I suppose," said Jason, not stopping to think, just relieved that
today's session was over with.

"That's good. I'll be in touch shortly about when I want to see you
again. If you need to see me about anything before then, you know where I
am."

With a nod, Jason hurried through the door, Ben close behind.

It was done. He'd survived it. Now Jason couldn't wait to get home, into
the privacy of his bedroom and take care of unfinished business; his cock
was still almost fully hard. Luckily they were excused from school for the
rest of the day, one of the few benefits of taking part in this study
thing.

"So how long have you been messing around with Billy Stanton?" Jason asked,
casually, as they left the school grounds.

Ben missed a step then hurried to catch up. "I don't know what you mean."

"Really? Oh, maybe I got it wrong then. I suppose I should just forget the
idea. By the way, I don't think Mum needs to hear anything about what
happened in there, do you? For instance, she doesn't needs to know that the
doctor mentioned the skin was a bit tight on my thing. Because if she got
to hear about that she might just get to know about other things as
well. It would be shame if she put a stop to your sleep-overs."

Ben glanced up and the boys' eyes met, briefly. "I won't be telling her
anything," said the youngster, blushing.

"That's the idea," Jason smiled. "Oh and just one more thing. Make sure you
don't do anything with Billy where I might see you. Just the thought of it
makes me feel ill."


End of chapter 3


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