Date: Wed, 4 Sep 2002 09:50:12 -0700 (PDT) From: chip ster Subject: Camp Clover For Boys 04 (revised) Camp Clover For Boys By chipster071053@hotmail.com LEGAL STUFF: If you're offended by stories with a sexual content, don't read this. If you're under age, don't read this. If it's illegal to be caught with this stuff where you live, don't read this. This story will eventually have boy/boy, boy/man, boy/girl, boy/woman, group and other assorted combinations. This is my first effort at erotic fiction, although my story "Weekend In Houston" is posted in the Nifty Archives under Bisexual/College, and is a basically true story. Your comments on this and the other story are welcome at chipster071053@yahoo.com. The story belongs to me under copyright laws of the United States, and any reposting without my permission will get you in bunches of trouble. And now, our story continues. Chapter 4 Timmy felt the penis-like probe penetrate his ass-hole and begin to sink into his bowels as Dr. Burmeister watched a television monitor behind him. While the probe did have a medical purpose, it was also supposed to excite young Timmy and did just that as it brushed past his prostate gland, sending a shiver through his young body. "Now you see part of the reason you're strapped to the table. This thing will likely give you a few more spasms like that before I'm done and I'd hate for you to hurt yourself falling off the table," the doctor told Timmy. "Is it hurting you?" "No, doctor, actually it feels very good," said Timmy. Suddenly the tube around his penis began to vibrate and so did the probe. As the probe again brushed across his prostate, Timmy lurched, pulling at the restraining straps, his body stiffening. "While you're on the table, we'll need to get a semen sample for the lab work. The opening where you're penis is contains a vibrating and massaging device that is designed to help you ejaculate. The sample is collected in a small cup at the bottom of the tube. Relax and enjoy it, Timmy," said the doctor. Timmy wasn't complaining. He was experiencing feelings he'd never had before. He felt helpless and out of control. His head was rolling from side to side. He was breathing deeply, occasionally licking his lips. His eyes were closed. He could not believe the feelings coming from between his legs and didn't even try to understand why this was part of an examination. The doctor pressed a floor pedal and the vibration in the probe increased as he pushed it deeper into Timmy's aching ass. The rollers hidden outside the tube around his penis began massaging him faster and faster. His breath became short and quicker. Finally he reached the point of no return. He pressed his hips hard against the table, pushing his cock into the hole as far as he could. His buttocks tightened around the probe and he felt the streams of milky liquid boil out of his shaft and into the tube. He shot nine times, each load falling into the waiting specimen cup. As he finally began to relax, Dr. Burmeister slowly pulled the probe out of Timmy's butt. Quietly he began putting the equipment away and removed the specimen cup from below Timmy's body and put a lid on it. Timmy was almost asleep when Dr. Burmeister warned him that he would feel a prick in his arm as he took a blood sample. The sharp, short pain brought Timmy back to awareness as he realized he was still strapped to the table. "Now, Timmy, one last thing before we're done. Do you think you're soft enough to urinate? We need to get a sample. Just relax and pee into the tube. When you're done, let me know and I'll unstrap you," said Dr. Burmeister. Still feeling exhausted, it wasn't much trouble for Timmy to relax and slowly the flow began, filling a small jar that Dr. Burmeister had placed under the tube. "I think I'm done now, doctor," said Timmy. "Fine, Timmy. You've done everything very well, and unless something shows up in the tests I didn't see, you're in good shape," said the doctor as he took some wet wipes and began to clean up Timmy's butt crack. Finally, the doctor took the straps off and helped Timmy off of the table. Timmy looked down at his cock and realized it was bright red. "You'll probably feel some irritation on your penis for a few hours, so let me put some cream on it to reduce the inflammation," said Dr. Burmeister. He reached for a jar on a nearby counter and took some of the cream on his fingers and began rubbing it up and down Timmy's abused rod. In spite of the rough handling it had just been through, it sprang erect almost instantly in the doctor's hand. "Well it looks like you might want some more attention, doesn't it, Timmy? If you'd like, just lay back on the table and I'll see if I can make you cum again. Would you like that?" asked the doctor. "It's sore, but that sure does feel good," said Timmy as he settled back, his head resting on the pillow. The doctor took his free hand and put the bottom section back together so Timmy could lay his legs straight out on the table. His other hand kept massaging the hard cock. After a couple of minutes, Timmy came again, this time just a couple of spurts that dribbled down the doctor's hand. He took another wet wipe and washed Timmy off, then cleaned his hands in the sink. "Timmy, you're in good shape overall and I'd say from the results of this exam that you're ready for Camp Clover." Timmy lay on the table, feeling week from what he had just been through, but he smiled at the doctor. "One more thing, Timmy, and this is important. You must not tell anyone what happened to you in this examination room today, and that includes Tom or anyone else at school. This was a very special, private exam, and what happened here today is confidential, just between you and me. Your parents will know the results of this exam when the lab work is done, but what we did here is a secret, OK?" "Sure, doc," Timmy said weakly. "But why the secrecy?" "Because these are special tests and aren't part of a normal physical examination. Because Camp Clover requires them for all their campers, I can't tell anyone about the methods I use to get the results. It's part of their contract with me, and it's also part of the agreement your parents signed for you when they applied for the camp. You understand, don't you?" "Well, not really, but I guess I can keep a secret," answered Timmy. "I have to move on to my next patient, Timmy. It was nice to meet you and I'll look forward to seeing you again at camp. Now get dressed and my nurse will be here in a few minutes to help you out. You wouldn't want to get caught without your clothes on, now, would you?" The doctor let out a little chuckle. "By the way, if you want to keep using the butt plug, please do," said Dr. Burmeister as he started to open the door. "It will help reduce some of the discomfort you'll be having from this exam." He turned and walked out the door. Timmy lay there for a minute or so, making sure he could move his limbs, then slowly started to sit up. What had just happened to him? Why the secret tests? And why was it all necessary for camp? This had not been like any physical he'd ever been through before, not for school or scout camp. The questions swirled around in his head as he slowly pulled himself up to a standing position and tried to get his clothes on. It took him a while to get dressed. He felt weak and sore and knew he would have trouble sitting for what felt like the rest of his life, even though he knew it wouldn't be that long. But the feelings he'd gone through were still drifting around in his mind and he liked the way his body felt. Finally, he got his shoes on and went to the door, only to find it locked from the outside. As he wiggled the knob, the door opened and the nurse who had brought him to the room let him out into the hallway. As he walked toward the door to the waiting room, he passed another examination room just like the one he had just left. Sitting on the table was Nathan, wearing just a paper robe. Timmy smiled as he thought about what Nathan was about to experience. By the time Timmy got back to school, it was after lunch and he'd missed Tom. He realized that Tom was probably next in line after Nathan and again he smiled. Tom was going to love it. There was no swimming practice that afternoon, so he went home and tried to call his friend, but Tom wasn't home yet. Timmy went into the bathroom and retrieved the butt plug he had hidden behind the towels earlier that morning then went to his bedroom and locked the door. The doctor had said that the plug would help ease the discomfort, so Timmy stripped down and laid back on his bed, reaching between his legs to push the plug into his sore hole. It did feel a little better, and he laid there for a few minutes as he got used to the feeling of the plug inside of him. He pulled his pants up and stood up to fasten them, and realized that Tom was right. Having it inside of him made him feel strangely good. That evening, Timmy's parents told him that they had heard from Dr. Burmeister's office and that all of the lab work came back positive and that he was in very good shape. Dan asked his son if he felt uncomfortable from the tests, but Timmy told him he was all right. As he headed off to bed that night, he felt the plug rolling around inside of him as he walked and he realized that his cock had been hard all afternoon and evening. He went to bed that night determined that he wasn't going to touch his sore cock, but wasn't sure he could resist the urge to jack off one more time that day. The next day, he saw Tom as he came into the cafeteria. He was walking like a cowpoke who'd been on his horse too long. "What's with the walk, Tom?" he asked his friend. "That exam was a little rough, didn't you think?" asked Tom. "I may not be able to walk normally for weeks! And besides, the doctor gave me a bigger plug and told me I should keep it in for a few days. He said it would help me feel more comfortable, but this thing is almost as long as your dick. I might feel better if you were inside me instead of this plug!" Timmy was struck by how odd his friend's comment had been. His cock up Tom's butt? That sounded so strange. He'd never even thought in those terms before. He looked questioningly at Tom. "I was only kidding, buddy. Where you put your cock is your business. I just think it might feel good after having this plug up my ass for a few days," said Tom. "I don't know, Tom," replied Timmy. "I don't want you thinking I'm some kind of fag. Or anyone else, for that matter." "Don't worry about it, Timmy. If you don't want it to happen, then it won't happen. Besides, I'd hate to let a hard cock screw up our friendship," said Tom. "I hadn't really thought about it, Tom. We've fooled around together all this time and I'd never thought about fucking you," Timmy told his friend. "I'm not sure it's something I want to do. At least right now." "That's OK. I hadn't thought about it either, until today. That doctor asked me if I'd ever had sex with anyone. Can you believe it? I didn't tell him about you and me and our jack off sessions, 'cause that's not really sex, but he asked if I'd ever had sex with you." "Are we supposed to be talking about this? At least, not here," said Timmy. "Too many people, and besides the doctor said not to discuss the examination with anyone, didn't he?" "Yes, I guess so, but it's still kind of strange, don't you think? Why would he ask about you specifically?" Tom asked. "He knows we're friends," said Timmy, "and he knows you loaned me a butt plug." "How did he find THAT out?" asked Tom. "Well, he found some Vaseline when he did his exam and I had to explain how it got there. He also knows you have one, because your Dad got yours from the doctor. Now are you satisfied?" "Well don't that beat all. I wondered why Dad had one. That probably explains the extras in his drawer, too," said Tom. Timmy was about to celebrate his 16th birthday and his best friend was going to give him a gift he would never forget. Tommy met him at the school door that afternoon. Together, the two of them went to Timmy's house, where nobody was home. "Are you sure you want to do this, Tom?" asked the birthday boy. "As sure as I'll ever be. For as long as we've been hanging out together and everything we've done with each other, this is something special and something I've wanted to try for a long time with you. And since it's your birthday, what better time to try," exclaimed Tom. "OK. What do you want me to do?" "Why strip to your birthday suit, of course! It is a birthday gift! (more to come) Your comments are always appreciated at chipster071053@yahoo.com. Thanks!