Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2012 06:19:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Runt of the Litter

I was the second of four sons and from birth I was the smallest. My parents
were always telling me I "just haven't reached your growth spurt, yet." By
the time I was about to enter the ninth grade that growth spurt had not
materialized and my younger brothers were as tall and taller than I. I was
approaching 15 and my 10-year-old brother was as tall as I. Embarrassing.

The idea of going into ninth grade being not only the shortest but also the
only one who hadn't reached puberty was killing me. I had watched all my
classmates grow taller, get facial and body hair, and in the showers notice
their penises get bigger. Me? Not a sprout of hair other than my head, and
my penis was still a little stub over two embarrassing small balls.

Finally, I was able to convince my parents this was a problem I needed to
have addressed, so my father arranged for me to see our family doctor,
Dr. Bowering. Dr. Bowering had been to school with my parents so he was not
that old although he always seemed ancient to me when I was growing up.

To accommodate my dad's work schedule the appointment was for the end of
the day at the end of the week. Dad and I arrived, checked in and sat in
the waiting room with the only other patient an elderly man. The older man
was called in first, naturally, and Dad and I were alone. I was getting
more and more anxious and Dad noticed. He asked and I spilled my guts. I
told him I was afraid there was something seriously wrong, that I would be
given really bad news, that I was destined to be a freak for the rest of my
life. As he always did, Dad listened respectfully, not pooh-poohing my
ideas, and, when he could get a word in, he asked what he could do to help.

With a deep sigh I asked if he could come in with me. I had "kicked' him
and mom out of my appointments three years before because "I was a big boy'
so my request sounded very childish even as I made it, but Dad agreed
without making me feel ridiculous.

The elderly man left and we were shown into an examination room. Dad and
Dr. Bowering exchanged greetings as old friends and then the doctor turned
to me, "What's up, Matt?"

I stared at the floor for a moment before stammering, "There's something
wrong with me. I'm not growing up. I'm not like the others my age."

"Ah, I see, so because those your age are taller and/or bigger than you,
you are worried there's something wrong physically. Have I got that?

"It's more than that they're bigger... It's that I'm not... I haven't...
I'm not... I'm not even in puberty yet. I'm some sort of freak." Dad put
his hand on my shoulder reassuringly.

"Oh, I see. You are a bit of a late bloomer and you're afraid it may be
permanent."

"Exactly! What if I never... what if it never happens."

"Well, before we worse case-scenario ourselves, lets do a full examination
so we know where we are, okay?" I nodded agreement.

"We will start with getting you to strip down to your underwear, okay?"
Dr. Bowering instructed. "Just to make sure, you are okay with your dad
being here, right? I am going to have to do a full body exam."

"Yeah, I'm sure. We've seen each other naked in the swimming pool change
room lots of times, right Dad?" Dad's turn to nod agreement.

Dr. Bowering started by looking in my eyes and ears, listening to my heart
and lungs, feeling various glands none of which got to the root of my
problem as far as I could tell.

Finally, he asked me to remove my underwear. "Okay, now we are getting to
it," I thought.

He first looked me over, then, asking permission, took hold of my penis
lifting it up, feeling my balls, all the while muttering "I see, I see" to
himself. Apparently satisfied, he asked me to lie on my back and pulled up
two stirrups into which he had me place my feet.

I felt very exposed which was apparently the idea. Snapping a rubber glove
on his hand, Dr. Bowering dribbled some lotion stuff onto a finger and
rubbed that onto my asshole. Now I felt embarrassed. Dad was seated at that
end of the table and could see everything.

"Now, Matt, I am going to do a prostate exam which requires me to insert a
finger into your rectum. You may feel a little discomfort at first but that
shouldn't last that long." Before I could say anything, I felt a pressure
at my ass as Dr. Bowering pushed his finger slowly into my butt.

Dad spoke up, "Relax, son, just breathe and try to relax you asshole."  I
gasped that Dad would say that word but I tried to follow his advice.

"Wait. The doctor's done this to you?"

"Of course, son. All men need to have their prostates examined. Perfectly
normal."

Dr. Bowering smiled at me, "You dad's right, Matt. As you get older, about
in your 30s or 40s, you should have this done at least once a year. But,
today, I'm doing this exam for a different purpose. Ah, there it is. I want
you to tell me what you feel as I do this."

"This" was apparently stroking something inside my butt. I took some deep
breaths and concentrated on what sensations I was getting. At first,
nothing much at all, and I told the doctor that. With another "I see" he
increased the pressure he was applying. Suddenly I felt a rush of
something; I couldn't articulate it so I gave a deep sigh.

"Ah, that's what we wanted," he looked into my eyes, "That feels good I
gather."

"Oh, yes," I moaned.

"I can tell," he used his head to draw my attention to my penis. It was
hard, harder than I had ever experienced. I blushed, and being naked, I
blushed all over. "It's okay, Matt. That is the reaction I was hoping
for. Now, Matt, do you ever masturbate? You know jerk off?"

"Um, I don't think so, I don't know... I'm not sure what you mean..."

"Masturbating is, well, it means playing with your penis until it gets hard
and then playing more until your experience an orgasm which is a very
intense feeling of great pleasure."

"Son, masturbating is perfect normal. All guys do it. You can tell the
doctor."

"I haven't done that, Dad. Is there something wrong with me because I don't
do that?"

"No, Matt, nothing's wrong with you." Dad tried to reassure me.

"But you just said all guys do it. If I don't do it then something is wrong
with me, right?"

Dr. Bowering placed his hand on my naked thigh, "Matt, relax. Some guys
start masturbating later than others. It is not abnormal. It most likely
means you are starting later than others. That's all."

I made eye contact and asked, "When did you start masturbating, Doctor?"

"Son, you can't ask that sort of personal question..."

Dr. Bowering interrupted Dad, "Yes, Steve, I think under these
circumstances Matt has the right to ask that sort of personal question."
Turning his focus back to me, he continued, "I was about 12 when I began
masturbating in earnest. I played with myself for about 2 years before
that." I was awestruck. "Steve, what about you?"

Dad was astonished the doctor asked him that question but he steeled
himself and responded, "I was about 12 too. And the playing thing probably
much earlier."

My curiosity was piqued, "What do guys do when they masturbate?"

Well, most guys try different ways until they find a way that feels best
for them. The basic way is to pump your hand up and down the shaft, but as
I said guys do what feels best for them," the doctor explained.

"I'm not sure I understand."

The doctor took a deep breath, looked at my dad and then at me, "How about
we... I mean I uh... show you?"

"Trevor? What...?" asked Dad.

"Steve, not something I normally do but... uh, well, under these
circumstances, in order to give Matt the best care I can..." Dr. Bowering
trailed off as he looked at Dad.

Dad paused, sighed and then said, "I suppose you're right, Trevor. I guess
I should leave." He rose from his chair.

"Steve, you said yourself "all guys do it'. We don't want to give Matt here
the idea it is shameful in some way, do we?" Dad shook his head and sat
back down. "Alright, Matt, I want you to take hold of your penis and begin
stroking it."

I tentatively put my hand over my penis and stroked it as I would our pet
dog.

"Not exactly what I meant, Matt," Dr. Bowering said patiently. "Alright, a
demonstration is in order." Again he looked at my father, and then pulling
aside his white lab coat, the good doctor yanked down his pants zipper
fumbled around with his underwear and pulled out his penis.

Soft his was about the same size as mine and I was intrigued. I thought
mine was strange because it was so small but the doctor's was ... Well,
the doctor's was growing as he moved his hand up forward and back. Within a
few strokes his was no longer the same size as mine. It looked to be about
6 or 7 inches and was substantially thicker than mine.

I stared in fascination as my doctor jerked himself in front of me and in
front of my dad. I glanced at Dad who was watching with the same intense
gaze as I. As I stared I got the message and began playing with my penis as
Dr. Bowering was playing with his. Within a few strokes I was fully hard,
about half the size of the doctor's but fully hard, and I was beginning to
understand why all guys did this.

"Steve, would you care to show Matt your technique?"

At first I didn't think Dad would, but then he rose, removed his gun belt
and unzipped his uniform pants. He fumbled around a bit and the said in
exasperation, "Damn briefs!" He undid his button and shoved the police blue
pants to his ankles followed by the offending briefs. He grabbed hold of
his penis and gave it a few pumps. Instantly it hardened. His penis looked
the same length as the doctor's but was much thicker.

I noticed the variation in technique the doctor spoke of. Dr. Bowering took
long strokes along the entire length of his shaft; Dad took shorter strokes
concentrating on the head of his penis. I tried integrating each technique
in my own efforts and found my dad's twisting motion at the end of the
doctor's long stroke felt best.

After a couple of minutes, Dr. Bowering dropped his pants to the floor
too. He grasped his balls and said, instructor-like, "Now, Matt, some guys,
like me like to play with their testicles ... their balls when playing
with their cocks." He followed word with action.

"Cocks?"

"Yeah, cock, son," said Dad with a strange catch in his voice, "Cock,
that's what grown men call their penises when they are playing with them or
fucking with them. Cock."

Dr. Bowering gave an approving look and echoed Dad, "Yeah, cock. Good hard
cock."

"Fuck yeah, cock. Man's best friend. Fucking hard cock," Dad said. I was
astonished, Dad didn't swear, particularly in front of us, he said it was a
bad example for the Chief of Police to be heard swearing.

Dr. Bowering made a strange moaning sound and moved closer to me, removing
his lab coat and shirt at the same time. Standing naked beside me, as I lay
naked on the table, he was close enough for me to feel the heat from his
body. Dad copied him but only unbuttoned his uniform shirt rather than
removing it completely.

Their masculine, physically fit, hairy bodies put my pale hairless one to
shame and I could not help myself, I reached out one hand to each man
rubbing their abdomens and chests. Both gave a soft moaning growl as I did
so. Dad leaned in and directed my hand to his nipples. I was surprised to
feel them to be hard. I instinctively began playing with his right and then
his left nipples in turn. I could tell I was doing the right thing by his
strong reactions. I began doing the same thing to the doctor's nipples with
very similar results.

My hands were on their chests so my cock was lonely. Dad took it in hand
and began caressing it, touching every inch. Dr. Bowering started playing
with my balls. The sensations were driving me crazy. I didn't want them to
end but my body had another idea. I suddenly felt the urge to pee and I
told the men I had to go to the bathroom. Instead of letting me up, they
intensified their actions on my cock and balls.

"Seriously, Dad, I am going to pee!"

"Go for it, son. Let go."

I thought he had lost his mind and I tried to rise. Before I lifted myself
more than a couple of inches from the table, I felt the most incredible
feeling. All my muscles seemed to clench, I shuddered from head to toe, my
hips bucked off the examination table and my cock exploded. Something wet
and warm splattered on my forehead, then my nose then my chest. It seemed
to go on forever and it was all too short at the same time.

I dropped back onto the table, breathing heavily. Dad and Dr. Bowering
continued their attentions to my cock and balls laughing and congratulating
each other at the same time. "Was that your first time, son? Was that your
first cum?"

"Cum?" My vocabulary was increasing.

Dad ran his finger over my nose, capturing the moist mess I had created
there. "Cum, son, cum. This stuff. It is not pee. It is what comes out of
your cock when you jerk off, or when you fuck, or get a blowjob and
everything works together to get you off."

"Yes, Dad, that was my first time. It was fantastic! You mean that happens
every time."

"Your very first cum, Matt? That's wonderful. I gotta see my son's first
cum. That is so hot, Trevor."

Dr. Bowering smiled, "Glad I could be here, Steve. Now how about we show
Matt the volume of cum he can expect in the future." He began stroking his
cock even faster; Dad did the same.

Both men were breathing heavily and their bodies moved as if their knees
were buckling. Suddenly, Dr. Bowering groaned, "Cumming. I'm cumming." I
stared directly at the doctor's cock and was amazed to see white cum erupt
from it. The hot gooey substance splashed onto my abdomen and then on my
own softening cock.

Dad moaned, "So hot, Trev. Goin' to cum too." I tore my eyes away from the
doctor in time to see my dad's cock blast out his own load of cum. Dad's
cum also landed on my cock and balls.

Once they stopped blowing their loads, I did examine the amount of cum they
had shot onto my body. I had something else to look forward obviously as my
lower body was covered with great gobs of cum. "Wow, you guys, you shot so
much. Do all guys shoot that much cum? Will I shoot that much?"

Dr. Bowering returned to his instructional role, "Most guys shoot a lot of
cum. The exact amount is different for each guy and for each time he
shoots. The more you cum in a row the less you will shot. Like if you jerk
off five times a day by the fifth time very little will come out as opposed
to the first time."

A few moments passed in which Dad and the doctor regained their
composure. I had to ask, "I've heard the terms blowjob and fucking before,
but I'm not sure what they mean." I figured in the present atmosphere of
sexual honesty it was the best time to get answers.

Again, Dr. Bowering glanced at Dad before responding, "Blowjob is a term
for oral sex. For a guy getting a blowjob means someone, man or woman, is
putting their mouth on the guy's cock and sucking on it to give the guy
pleasure." Another glance at Dad and then, "Like this." With that the
doctor bent over and sucked my cock into his mouth. I was hard again in an
instant.

Dad watched for a moment and then said, "Sometimes a blowjob can include
sucking on a guy's balls," and matching words to action he dove beneath
Dr. Bowering and began licking my tender balls.

Both men were cleaning my cum soaked genitals of their own cum. It felt
great. I watched in fascination as they worked every inch of my cock and
balls. They traded places with Dad taking over the cock-sucking role. Every
inch of my hard 3.5 inches disappeared into his mouth and I loved it. I put
my hand on Dad's head as he bobbed up and down.

The doctor had moved a little lower than my balls and was sending new
sensations through me. He nibbled, licked and sucked on the area between my
balls and ass. I never realized just how sensitive that area
was. Dr. Bowering moved around to stand between my legs. "Matt, what I am
about to do is called rimming. Not everyone does this or has it done but
once they do they like it. A lot!" He disappeared from sight; the next
thing I know he was playing with my asshole with something wet. He was
jabbing the something wet into my ass. I had never considered my ass as a
play area but the doctor's actions rapidly changed my mind. Soon I was
squirming all over the exam table.

"He likes that, Trevor"

"I thought he might. This boy of yours is ripe to learn new things. New
sexual things." There was a pause before the doctor pulled away and asked
my dad, "He wants to learn about fucking. Let's teach him."

"Trev, I don't know. I don't want to hurt him."

"Neither do I. I wasn't thinking of him getting fucked."

Dad stood upright, some cum in his moustache, "One of us? Which one?"

"He's your son," Dr. Bowering stated.

I wasn't following the conversation but obviously something was being
decided. Dad nodded decisively, "Right. Let's do it. Matt, get off the
table."

Dr. Bowering removed my feet from the stirrups and helped me down. "What's
going on?" I asked.

The doctor replied, "You asked about fucking. Your dad is going to teach
you." Dad climbed onto the examination table on his back putting his feet
into the stirrups. Dad's asshole was exposed to my gaze. "Now, Matt, it is
always best to prepare the person you are going to fuck before fucking."
The doctor handed me the lotion he used on me earlier. "Squirt some of this
on your dad's hole and some on your pointer finger." I did as
instructed. "Now, run your finger along the rim of his hole and over his
hole." I diligently followed direction. Dad moaned. "Ever been fucked,
Steve?" Dad shook his head. "Now, slowly push your finger into his
hole. Gently."

I slowly pushed my finger forward. It slid into Dad's tight, hot hole. The
heat was surprising to me. I reached the first knuckle when I encountered
resistance. "I'm all the way in, doctor."

Dr. Bowering chuckled, "No, Matt, there is lots more to go. Just pull your
finger out a bit and then back in." I did so. "Now do that a few more
times. You'll find you can go in deeper." And I could. Dad groaned. "That's
it, Matt. You are making him feel really good. Right, Steve?"

Dad nodded and he tightened his hole even more, "Do it. Matt. Finger fuck
me. Push it in hard." Dutiful son I am and I shoved my finger in as far as
it would go until it looked like I was punching Dad.

"Perfect," observed Dr. Bowering, "keep going, Matt." The resistance in
Dad's ass lessened. "Okay, Matt, add another finger."  I did so. Dad
groaned in pleasure. "You ready, Steve?" Dad acknowledged his readiness for
something.

"Okay, Matt, now for the main event." The doctor tugged on my waist and
pulled me away from Dad. He took some of the lotion and rubbed it over my
hard cock. He then positioned me behind dad, wiping my cock up and down
Dad's ass crack. "Ready, Steve? Your son is going to fuck you, now."  He
pushed my ass forward causing my cock to enter dad's ass.

Dad grunted. I hesitated. "Do it, son. Fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it."

Instinct took over and I began pumping my 3.5 inches into my father's
ass. I was in heaven. His ass was hot and tight and gripped my cock as if
it belonged there.

Dr. Bowering took hold of Dad's cock and masturbated it. It wasn't long
before Dad was moaning loudly, and swearing up a storm, "Fuck, I'm getting
fucked by my son. Fuck me, Matthew John. Fuck your old man. Christ
almighty, I'm cumming!" His ass hole tightened around my cock. He bucked
his upper body and shot cum all over Dr. Bowering's hand.

"Great job, Matt. You are a natural fucker." The doctor then offered his
cum covered hand to me. I tentatively licked at it, loved the taste and
cleaned every drop from his hand. "How was it for you, Steve?"

Dad chuckled, "It was fucking fantastic, Trevor. You gotta try it."  With
that he climbed from the table and patted it while looking at Dr. Bowering.

The doctor paused then took Dad's place on the examination table placing
his feet in the stirrups, "Let's do it. Matt, fuck me like you fucked your
dad."

Dad stood beside me whispering encouragement in my ear, "Do it, son, fuck
the doctor like you fucked me. Do him. Do him good. Make him feel good like
you made me feel. Fuck him, Matt,"

I prepared the doctor's ass as I had Dad's. I moved forward and with Dad's
encouragement I rammed in as hard as I could.

Dr. Bowering grunted and growled, "Fuck, Matt, that's rough."

"Take it, Trevor, take it like a man," Dad said, "Do it, Matt. Fuck him
hard." And I did. Dad took hold of the doctor's cock and jerked him as the
doctor had him.

Dr. Bowering's ass was as hot and tight as Dad's and the sensations I had
with my first cum were cumming back, "I think I'm cumming." I announced.

"Good, son, shoot your load up his ass. Breed him."

"Yeah, Matt, fucking shoot up my ass. Good god, I can't believe how good
this feels," growled the doctor.  I listened to the men and their dirty
talk and I continued to pummel the doctor's ass. I reached a point where
every muscle clenched and I felt my cum exploded into his ass.

"I can feel his cum, Steve, I can feel your boy's cum in my ass."  With
that, Dr. Bowering shot his second load of the event. As the doctor had
before, Dad fed me the doctor's fresh load.  I really enjoyed it.

Dad pulled me close and hugged me as he hadn't hugged me for years. "I'm so
proud of you. You fuck like a hero."

The doctor had extracted himself from the table and came up to us, "Matt,
after this very thorough examination I have to let you know there is
absolutely nothing wrong with you. You are just a late bloomer nothing to
worry about."

I smiled, "Thanks, doctor."

Dr. Bowering grinned and said, "I am going to give you a prescription,
however."

"Pills?" I asked puzzled, if there is nothing wrong why pills?

"No, not pills. I am going to prescribe that you masturbate at least two
times a day, everyday." I liked that prescription and smiled at the doctor
and at Dad. "I am also going to recommend you fuck your father as often as
possible."

Dad hugged me closer and said, "That sounds like a good idea, Matt. We can
do that." He paused and then continued, "And I think you should visit the
doctor regularly and fuck him as well. Do you think that a good
prescription, too, doctor?"

Dr. Bowering chuckled, "Damn, good idea, chief. I would recommend at least
once a week. And your dad should accompany you to those appointments."

I smiled at both of them, "I can do that. I can really do that."

We all dressed and left the office. Dad and I kept looking at each other
and couldn't help smiling and laughing. We were looking forward to
fulfilling the doctor's advice.

Over the next few months I faithfully followed Dr. Bowering's
prescription. I jerked off at least twice a day, most days I doubled
that. And I got together with Dad at least three times a week. I fucked him
vigorously just as he liked it. Sometimes we did it at home when Mom and my
brothers weren't there.

Because it was rare the others weren't at home Dad and I met at Dad's
office. Fucking the Chief of Police in his office while the business of
policing went on the other side of the door was very exciting. I think Dad
really enjoyed that excitement. Most frequently, Dad would drop his uniform
pants, bend over his desk and take my cock up his ass. Some times he would
strip naked and take it on the floor on all fours. Wherever and however we
did it we both loved the sense of closeness and having something special to
share between us.

I visited Dr. Bowering every Friday just as his office was closing. He also
liked various positions and various locations. My favourite was slamming
the doctor's ass as he lay on his office desk with the pictures of his
family on the credenza in full view. I learned quickly the doctor like
being verbally humiliated as he got fucked; I learned to be very good at
giving him what he wanted.

Over those months I began to grow. I grew 9 inches in height and put on 25
pounds of muscle. My cock grew 4 inches which allowed me to give greater
pleasure to my two older lovers. Dad and Dr. Bowering credited my growth
spurt to normal development. I credited my growth to the extra protein I
absorbed once I learned to give blowjobs to Dad and the doctor.

Whatever the truth, I was no longer the runt of the litter. I became more
confident at school, started playing team sports, dating girls even as I
continued to fuck Dad and the doctor. Eventually I married and on my
wedding day, I fucked both Dad and Dr. Bowering. I still follow that part
of the doctor's prescription as frequently as possible.


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