Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2001 05:31:05 EST From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: Be Careful What You Wish For (01) by Justin Davis (M/t,t/t,mast,oral, anal) The following story contains graphic scenes between a young teen male, other teen males, and men. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. The events and characters portrayed in this story are entirely a work of fiction. Nothing is the story should be interpreted by the reader as advocating any of the sexual acts or actions contained within the story. Finally, none of my characters practice safe sex because they catch only what I want them to. In real life, safe sex is the only way to go. It is smart. The author retains all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publishing of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted. Please send your constructive comments to Justin0398@aol.com Be Careful What You Wish For Part One by Justin Davis By all rights, fourteen-year-old Jamie Bentham should have been one of the happiest boys in Bay Port High School. Five feet ten inches tall, with blonde, shaggy, hair and cobalt blue eyes, Jamie stood out from the crowd of the other freshman boys. Stripped to the waist in his gym shorts, Jamie's already rippled stomach and tan skin served as a wonderful source of eye candy for the girls, and secretly to quite a few of the boys who were beginning to feel sexual stirrings toward other guys. Academically, Jamie stood out as well. An honor roll student since fifth grade, Jamie was always the first to volunteer to answer his teacher's questions, take on the toughest extra-credit assignment, or lead a group project. Although only three months into the beginning of school, Jamie had already made an impression on the faculty of Bay Port High. Yes, by all rights, future "stud muffin" Jamie Bentham should have been the happiest boy in 9th grade. Yet, it was a far different Jamie, the Jamie that no one ever saw, that now lay on his bed in his bedroom sobbing. Sobbing as if his whole world was coming apart. In a very real sense, it was. Beneath all his outstanding personal and physical attributes Jamie had a problem. A problem, which here to fore, had been his to deal with alone. His alone that is, until the beginning of the Fall semester when he had to start suiting out for his physical education class and showering with all the other boys. It was when he was naked with all the other boys, some admittedly older, that Jamie's private problem had become all too public. Simply put, Jamie had a small dick. Not just small dick for his age mind you. For want of a better term, it was a "baby" dick. A small button of a thing, that when erect, couldn't have been more than and inch and a half long. Stripped bare in the showers, Jamie had been confronted with the reality that he was not only underdeveloped in that area, he was so different as to be odd. Even the boys smaller in stature than had more down there than Jamie did. To make matters worse, Jamie was slick as a baby's butt in his pubic area. There was nothing, not even a trace of peach fuzz, surrounding his nub. Teenaged boys, as they are want to do sometimes, can be especially cruel and uncaring. It was such cruelty that soon led Jamie to the emotional breaking point. The giggles in the shower, the taunts of "when is that thing gonna grow man?" Even the nickname "BD" (baby dick), which a couple of the well-developed boys had started calling him, became a label which stuck. Now, even his physical education teacher called him BD. To make matters worse, even the girls his age had begun to giggle and whisper among themselves when he approached. Jamie knew they knew. It was humiliating, degrading, and too much for Jamie to handle. So Jamie, like he had many nights over the last month, cried himself to sleep. Though short-lived, at least sleep took away the pain, and for a moment, scabbed over the emotional scars and the embarrassment of being the best-looking boy in 9th grade with the smallest dick. The change in Jamie's emotional state had not gone unnoticed by his parents. Bill and Helen Bentham had been very close to their child from the moment of his birth. Both of them had had such a hard and desperate time trying to conceive a child. They had tried virtually everything but to no avail. Finally, by word of mouth, they had heard about a radical new procedure, one in which the father's sperm and mother's ovum were genetically manipulated. The success rate was rumored to be 90 percent. They went for it. It had worked. Helen became pregnant and Jamie had been born. Nine pounds five ounces of the most beautiful baby anyone had seen at Bay Port Hospital in known memory. Sheltered, protected, taught all the right things, and loved. Jamie had had everything a child needed for a good start in life. Everything, absolutely everything, had gone very well for the first fourteen years of Jamie's life. Now, Helen and Bill had noticed a change. At first, they chalked it up to the changes that normally occur in the teen years. Soon though, as Jamie's parents noticed his reluctance about going to school, his feigning of headaches, stomachaches, and anything else he could dream up, Bill and Helen became worried. Yet, they were clueless as to what the real problem was. Of course Jamie, mortified and humiliated as he was, was not about to tell them. Jamie cried. Jamie prayed. Jamie wished, every time he was in the showers and saw David Kileby's dick swinging like a huge hose between his legs, that he had a dick like that. More than anything else in the whole world, Jamie wanted to be like the other boys in his grade, especially that way. Yet, nothing happened. Jamie, the boy that was oh so perfect in every way, remained imperfect in one. Because Bill and Helen Bentham loved their son and were worried about him, it was no accident that Jamie now sat in the waiting room of Dr. Sampson's office. Both Bill and Helen had agreed that a complete physical was what Jamie needed. Maybe, just maybe, Dr. Sampson would discover some medical problem that was responsible for Jamie's dramatic emotional changes. "Jamie Bentham!" the cute, blonde, nurse called out as she stood in the doorway with her clipboard. Jamie put down the copy of Sports Illustrated he was reading, rose to his feet and followed the nurse through the door and down the hall to the examination rooms. Eventually, the nurse stopped by the open door of one of the examination rooms and motioned for Jamie to enter. "The doctor will be with you in a moment," she said. "Please strip down to your underwear. You can put your clothes on the chair over there. After you have finished you can sit on the examination table until Dr. Sampson comes," she said rather routinely. The nurse closed the door behind her and left Jamie alone in the examination room. Jamie began to remove his clothes. First his tennis shoes, then his socks, then his jeans, and so on until he was totally naked except for his white boxer shorts. Jamie glanced at his image in the mirror that was on the back of the door to the examination room, thought how ridiculous he looked, then moved toward the examination table, hopped up on it, and sat there, his feet swinging off the end of the table, waiting for the doctor. Dr. David Sampson came out of Examination Room 3, closed the door behind him, paused, and wrote something on the patient chart, which he then placed in the chart in the chart rack that hung on the wall by the door. A rather striking man in his mid-forties, Dr. David Sampson cut quite an impressive figure as he strolled down the hall to Examination Room 6. As always, his blonde hair was neatly combed and his deep blue eyes sparkled with a youthful vitality that belied his age. His athletic stature and his good looks combined to make him much desired by both men and women alike. However, since he was gay, it was the former, rather than the later, that attracted his interest. David Sampson had graduated at the top of his class in medical school, completed his residency in pediatric medicine, and gone into practice there after. However, his real love was sex. Specifically, all of the physical, hormonal, and emotional attributes that went into the sex act itself as well as those aspects of physical and biological development that related to genetics. Unknown to most, over the last 15 years David had done quite a bit of private research on human sexual development and arousal. It was an area, which he had, not only developed a private passion for, but one in which he saw a bright economic future. Surely, if Viagra had been so successful, there might also be a market for other drugs that would enhance other areas of the sexual experience. It was to that end that he had been working. David paused outside the door to Examination Room 6, picked up the chart from the chart rack, scanned over it, opened the door, and went in. Dr. Sampson was momentarily taken aback by what he saw. There, sitting on the examination table stripped to his shorts, was a kid that was almost the spitting image of Peter Glawson. David had become quite attracted to the pictures of young Peter when he saw them several months ago at one of the vintage porn sites he had discovered on the web. It David more than several seconds to regain his composure. "Well Jamie, what seems to be the matter?" he said as he entered the room. "Uh nothing really, I feel fine," Jamie said as he looked up at the doctor. " Well, lets just take a look anyway," David said routinely. David first checked Jamie's heart, and smiled knowingly as the young teen reacted to the coldness of the stethoscope. He checked then checked Jamie's pulse, his eyes, and then his ears. Everything seemed okay. "Lie back on the table please," he instructed Jamie. Jamie lay back on the examination table and shuddered somewhat as Dr. Sampson's hands began to probe his abdomen. Although he was definitely not into boys, David couldn't help but get a little aroused each time he performed this procedure on a young teen who still had the attributes of a boy but was developing those of a young man. As he had with many others, David enjoyed feeling Jamie's reaction to his probing hands and fingers. The teen's firm abs almost trembled as David's fingers gently probed them. It was that way with most boys like Jamie that he examined. In fact, most of them sprung an instant hard. Such would be the case with Jamie as the doctor's fingers moved from Jamie's abdomen and began to work around his nipples. "Oh, that tickles," Jamie remarked as he writhed a little upon the table and hoped that Dr. Sampson didn't suspect the feelings he was beginning to have in his groin area. David chuckled knowingly in response to the teen's reaction. "Well, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with your sensory reflexes," he said rather matter of factly. "Okay, please stand up and remove your boxers," he added. As Jaime rose off the table he was suddenly overcome with the same dread he had felt so many times before in the gym locker room. Once his feet were on the floor, Jamie turned his back to the doctor, hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulled them down, and stepped out of them. He turned and faced Dr. Sampson with his hands covering his most private of areas. David could not help but smile at the teen's modesty. He had seen this so many times in his career that it was almost an expected thing from teens of Jamie's age. "Jamie, please place your hands at your sides so I can continue to examine you," David requested. With a fear of impending doom and shame, Jamie placed his hands at his sides. Dr. David Sampson had seen many things in his medical career and had examined many teen boys as well. However, nothing could prepare him for what he saw. Jamie's testicles were literally nothing more than the size of marbles, his dick little nothing more than a tiny circumcised shaft that stood out only two inches from his smooth groin. The doctor's professionalism kept him from reacting in a way that Jamie would have known that the doctor was shocked by Jamie's underdevelopment. David moved closer to Jamie and began to examine the boy's testicles. He manipulated the tiny nutt sacks in his fingers, then began to manipulate the tiny shaft of Jamie's dick. "Uh!" Jamie replied to the pleasurable feelings that suddenly began to radiate from his groin. David felt Jamie's dick surge a little and get harder in his fingers as he continued his manipulations. "Okay, now I need you to lay face down on the table with your feet on the floor and spread your legs please," David stated very professionally. Normally, David wouldn't have performed a prostate exam on a kid so young but now he was overwhelmed by curiosity. Reaching into one of the drawers, David removed a rubber glove, slipped it over his right hand, and coated the fingers of the glove liberally with KY. "Now Jamie, just try and relax. I know this is going to be a rather strange thing for you but I can assure you it is a quite common part of any medical exam for males," David said calmly and reassuringly. Slowly and carefully, David touched the teen's anus with the gloved middle finger of his right hand. "Uh!!" Jamie replied and tightened his ass cheeks. "Just relax Jamie," David replied to the teen's reaction. "It will go easier if you just relax," he added. David felt Jamie's anus relax a little and it was at that moment that he inserted his finger into Jamie's rectum as far as it would go. "Oh!" Jamie hollered in reaction to the first time ever invasion of his asshole. David began to work his finger around inside the teen's rectum feeling for what he knew should be there. "Ah!" the teen almost shouted as David's finger hit home square on Jamie's little prostate. "Ungggggh!!!!" Jamie replied as David began to message the tiny prostate with first one finger, then two, as he also inserted his index finger into the young teen's rectum. As the doctor's fingers began to almost work Jamie's prostate like a small marble, he wanted to crawl up on the table to get away from the probing fingers. However, the sensations wouldn't let him. Jamie had never felt anything so good, or at the same time repulsive, in his entire young life. Warm sensations flooded over him and he began to almost buck back welcoming the intrusion. Then, as quickly as the procedure had begun, the doctor's withdrew his fingers. Jamie let out a small yelp. "You can get back up on the table now," David instructed his young patient. Jamie's mind was so blown by his experience just seconds before that he didn't even think about grabbing his boxers as he plopped himself back up on the examination table. David removed the glove from his hand, tossed it in the waste can, and turned to face his young patient. "Well Jamie," he spoke at last. "For the most part there is nothing wrong with you medically that I can see or feel," he said. "However, I do think I know why you have been having symptoms which seem to occur when you have to go to school," he continued. Jamie looked into the doctor's eyes wondering if he did indeed know. "I wasn't always as old as I am now you know," David said reassuringly. "Young boys your age are very sensitive about lots of things related to their bodies," he continued. Jamie knew he knew. "You are ashamed of your penis aren't you?" David asked. Jamie bashfully hung his head. David moved over and put his arms around the boy to comfort him. "Now now Jamie, it is not the end of the world," he said calmly. "In fact, I just might be able to help," David said calmly. "You can?" Jamie asked as he looked up at the doctor, tears running down his cheeks. "Yes, I think I can. However, it is something I will need to talk to our parents about," he added. "Now put your clothes back on, and if your parents agree, I will see you again this Friday." With that, David exited the examination room, then made a few notations on Jamie's chart. This time however, he didn't place the chart in the chart rack by the door. He took it with him to his office.