Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2022 08:49:25 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Doctor Tom (Adult-youth)

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Being a pediatric doctor certainly has its perks, and I went into it for
the long game. Sure, I had an interest in health and helping people, but
it was also my best gateway into what I really wanted; getting to see
young boys every day. Of course, half my day would be dealing with girls
as well, but it was the boys I always looked forward to meeting, and I
loved watching them grow up. Often times, I would be there when they were
first born, at their mothers' bedside delivering them, and from there I
would watch them grow from the screaming, crying bundles of skin to the
young men they were destined to become.
One such boy I assisted with, and one of my favorites, was Timmy Durness.
He was born fatherless, to his mother eight years ago. They would come in
every now and then, complaining about various things boys would complain
about. Coughs, colds, the occasional ear infection, or croaky throat.
When they are babies, it seemed like their mothers would bring them in
every five minutes for every little ailment, but as Timmy was growing up,
he was becoming more independent, and I hadn't seen him in a while.

I watched fondly as each time I did get the opportunity to see him, each
time he'd grown another few inches, filling out with his own personality
and behaviors. He was a slim boy, and blond as blond could be. From the
discussions with his mother, I knew he was being home schooled, and the
two of them had a very close bond. Without a father figure, I was certain
there must still be questions he had, and even with the closeness he had
with his mother, one day he would be looking for a male figure to come
to, and that day had finally come.

He was eight, soon to turn nine. He had turned up with his mother, as
they usually did, for one of my last appointments for the day. I was in
no hurry either, so I was expecting to have a good old chat with one of
my favorite (and cutest) patients.

As they entered, straight away I noticed something was different.
Usually, just by looking, I can get an idea about the purpose of their
visit. Perhaps a hunched frame if fatigued, or redness around the eyes or
nose. But this time there wasn't any of that. If anything, his mother
looked more sick than Timmy did! Her face was radiating with worry.
Timmy's face was full of worry as well, but he didn't appear unwell, or
at least it didn't seem to be anything physical that I could tell.

"Mrs. Durness, Master Durness. It's good to see you both again. " I
greeted.

"Thank you for seeing us, Doctor Tom (that's me by the way)." His mother
spoke, "He said he needed to see you, but he wouldn't tell me why!"

"Is that so? " I asked, turning to the concerned young boy. "Something
the matter, Timmy?"

"Um, yes, Doctor Tom. Um, it's actually kind of embarrassing. " He
mumbled into his lap, a quick glance at his mom.

"Would you like to speak with me on your own today, Timmy?"

"Yes please, if I am allowed. Mom? "

"I can have a chat with your son on his own today if that is okay Mrs
Durness? It seems he is feeling shy about something." I said, giving her
my best reassuring smile.

"That is fine. I'll come and get you after you are done," was her reply,
but there was a pain in her voice though she left without too much
performance. I don't think she was concerned about his health, but was
more hurt by the fact that he didn't want to tell her about something. I
thought it must be hard for her. It seemed like she was doing a good job
with her boy, but sometimes a boy just needs to talk to someone who is
not a parent.

"Now, Timmy, what seems to be the problem, young man?"

"It's um... my penis, Doctor Tom. I hope you don't mind me saying that
word, but my Mom says it is the proper name for it. "

"And she is right, Timmy. What seems to be the matter with your penis? "

"Well, it's just... It seems like it's just hard all the time! I get up
for school, and it's hard. I have breakfast, and it's hard. Even when I
am doind special lessons with ugly Mrs. Cruckshank, it's hard then too!
Sometimes I get hard during soccer and I have no way to hide it! It just
won't stay down! "

"Gosh, I can understand why you wouldn't want to tell your mom about
this, Timmy, but your penis getting hard is quite normal for a boy.
Sometimes they just have a mind of their own. "

"But why is it doing that, Doctor Tom? I don't want people to see my
thing! "

"You can just call me Tom if you like, Timmy. You will understand a bit
more about why it gets hard like that when you are older. But let's just
say it is part of how babies are made. Your penis getting hard is normal
and healthy for your age, and it happens to all males. "

"Even my friends? Even you, Doc- I mean, Tom? "

"Even me. That said, would it be okay if I checked yours to make sure
everything else is okay? Would that help you feel better about it? "

"Yes, please," he said, fidgeting nervously.

"Okay, take your clothes off for me and pop yourself onto the bed there.
I just need to take care of a few things first. "

"All of my clothes?"

"Might as well."

"Okay," he gulped.

I busied myself typing away at my computer, letting reception know not to
bother us until I let them know. I gave my hands a quick scrub and
quickly hid my rubber gloves away while he stripped behind me.

"I hope you don't mind, Timmy, but I've run out of rubber gloves." I
lied, "I will need to just use my hands."

"That's okay." Even with my back turned to him, something in his voice
told me he was naked now. There was always a change in a boy's voice when
I got them nude. They always suddenly sounded softer, sometimes a little
higher even. I turned to face him, and my heart leapt.

There, sitting with his legs hanging over the bed, was the sweetest
little blond angel I had ever seen. His pale pink skin was blemish free
from head to toe, save for a little brown mole just under his left
nipple. The little pink nubs were sticking straight out now in his cold,
naked condition. His belly button, an innie, the fine craftmanship of
myself seeing to that when he was first born, and his toned thin legs
swinging back and forth, leading down to a couple of feet, which looked
much too big for his age. I would comment on his cock, but so far he was
still covering that from me with his hands.

"Wow, Timmy, you're a very handsome young man. Got yourself a girlfriend
yet? "

"Yuck, no, girls are gross!"

Ahh, eight-year-olds... I grabbed a nearby stool and rolled across right
in front of him, making sure I could get a good look at him.

"Okay, Timmy. When you're ready, I'll get you to put each of your hands
on your knees and keep them there. Then I'm going to spread them open to
see your penis, okay? "

"Okay, but I'm hard right now..." Timmy replied, and visibly swallowed.

"That's okay Timmy. Show me when you are ready, take your time."

It took him a few moments. He was taking a few deep breaths, as if
psyching himself up for it. With a final deep breath, a couple of very
shaky hands parted and reached out to his knees.

His little boyhood was just as beautiful as the rest of him. The first
thing I noticed was that he was not kidding about being hard. His proud
penis was sticking straight up vertically from his groin. He was an
all-American circumcised boy (performed by yours truly), his young glans
pointing towards the celing looking healthy and pink. His balls had a
slightly darker tone than the rest of him, about the size of gumballs,
framed nicely by his near-white upper thighs.

Taking his knees, I pushed them even wider apart, really spreading him
open for me. I scooted forward on my stool, getting in nice and close to
his genitals. I got a whiff of his boyhood crotch funk. You can't miss it
on a boy his age. It was earthy, and pissy, with a bit of sweat from the
exertions from some point earlier in the day.

His little tummy rose and fell as I examined the rest of him. His young
ballsack was round, hairless, and plump, not yet big enough to be at all
droopy. The stem of his cock was about 3 inches long in his erect
condition. The skin along his shaft appeared smooth with a single little
vein along its length. It twitched slightly, probably not used to being
the center of attention.

"Timmy, I'm going to touch your penis now. If it feels uncomfortable or
if you want me to stop, just say so alright?"

Timmy nodded down at me in agreement, as I reached my hand to feel his
immature testes, feeling the firm orbs within. The skin of his boysack
was hot and silky to my touch. It felt wonderful to directly touch him
without gloves. Stupid policy would require me to touch him only while
wearing gloves, but no one would know.

"Does it hurt when I touch you here, Timmy?"

Timmy shook his head this time, watching me intently as I poked and
prodded his precious jewels. I took the other orb and repeated the
process, feeling the shape of his small testicle for any bumps or lumps,
and the various parts inside, finding nothing of concern. The two
marble-sized nuggets floating around in his smooth round sack.

"Oooh," Timmy suddenly exclaimed.

"Did something hurt Timmy?"

"No. It actually feels really nice, Tom. Your fingers are warm on me. "
Timmy replied, biting his lip.

"Do you ever play with yourself, Timmy? Do you touch your penis when no
one is around? "

"Um, yes, sometimes. But I am scared someone might catch me. "

"Do you ever get a good feeling?"

"What's that?"

"If you touch yourself for long enough, in the right way, it feels really
good. And it will help keep your erections at bay a little. Would you
like me to show you how? "

"Yes, please!"

Such a polite boy. I wrapped my hand around his rock-hard little
cocklett, giving it a friendly squeeze to say hello. It throbbed into my
palm in reply, his little engine turning over. I tugged on his member
upwards, slowly and deliberately, not that he had a lot of length to play
with. I pulled till there was slight tension from his pubis, before
pulling back down firmly, his skin becoming taut around the crown. His
fingers and toes curled, a slight little 'yip' noise escaping his lips.

"Feel okay? " I asked, getting a vigorously nodding head in return.

Before continuing, I grabbed a bottle of lotion from my drawer, slicking
my hand and applying it to his cock. I used my thumb and placed it on top
of his thimble-sized glans, right against his tiny pee hole. Everything
was so micro-sized on him, and I loved it. I'd seen hundreds of boys and
girls in my time, but his little package was so compact and so special.
There was no way this boy would be able to cum yet either, but I was
determined to give him his first dry orgasm of his life. His penis shone
with the lubracant applied, looking like a glaze as I slicked my hand up
and down its length. Adjusting my position again, I increased my speed.
His small testes bounced up and down playfully as I jerked him off. He
started off quiet, but eventually he started making small mewling noises.
Ah's and uh's developing into longer purrs and coo's of delight.

"That feels so good..." Jimmy gasped, as I felt his penis twitch in my
hand. His boycock was more slippery now, both with the lube and a little
of his natural crotch sweat. Not only was my hand moving on him, he was
subconsciously humping the gap in my hand as well. I marvelled at how the
human boby had such a primal knowledge of how to pleasure itself, and to
fuck a hole, even if it was just my hand.

His soprano-pitched noises and grunts were reaching a crescendo. In fact,
I think a couple of times he actually said "no" or "stop," but I carried
on through it, knowing what he was feeling and what he needed. I pumped
his boy cock to its limits, his delicate fingers grabbed at me, trying to
pull me off, but I continued until he shrieked and his little sex pole
twitched and shuddered in my hand. His fell back onto the bed, and he was
about to should again, but I quickly covered his mouth to prevent
arousing suspicion from others outside.

As I expected, nothing had come out of his penis. He was much too young,
but the telltale pulsing of his cock in my hand told me that he was
experiencing his first orgasm, and it lasted a good moment. A healthy
young man, as his balls and prostate did their best to push through his
non-existent boy honey. He was panting from his first experience.

I let go of him, going back to the wall to wash my hands, but not before
giving my hand a quick sniff. The ripe scent of a little boy's cock sweat
and nutty musk was just irresistible to me not to at least have a little
sample. Turning back around, I saw his little circumsized dick was
quickly deflating, his little pink glans going back to sleep between his
legs. He was still panting, looking up at me with new wonder in his eyes.
He wasn't covering himself any more, which was nice. I took a few glances
at his now flaccid cock, before pushing him a little further.

"There is one last check to do, Timmy, but it involves me putting a
finger up your butt."

His face visibly became worried, and concerned. "No, I don't want to do
that."

"It will be quick, I promise." I assured him. "And I would be very
gentle."

"But I don't want to show you my butthole. It might be dirty. "

"Well, it won't be my first time. Come on, you're already lying down.
Pull your knees back to your chest for me so I can see your bum. That's a
good boy. "

He did as I asked, folding his legs back and wrapping his arms around,
clutching them tightly. His tiny spiral of an anus came into my sight. I
took another generous sized glob of lube and rubbed it around his ring in
circles, slowly applying more pressure.

As most eight-year-olds are, his hole was very tight, but before long,
the little cavern between his buttcheeks began to relent to my fingers'
advances. My finger slipped into his tight muscle, and taking my
opportunity, I inserted it to my first knuckle.

"Timmy. if you push out a bit, like when you do a poo, it will go in a
bit easier. That's it.

His face clearly flinched as my finger sank into the warm, buttery folds
of his inner sphincter. Normally, wearing gloves would numb the textures
inside, but without them, feeling his hot rigged insides was magical.
Looking down I could see the ridges of his hole curved inwards, my finger
inside, and I could feel the folds of his ass walls spasming around me.

"You're very brave, Timmy. How does that feel? "

"It's kind of pokey, but it doesn't hurt now. What are you looking for in
there? "

"It's called your prostate. Have you ever stuck anything up your bum
before, Timmy? "

He shook his head as I explored his hot, steamy insides. Even for just a
boy, it was sure cramped in there. I quickly found it, his small marble
sized button, just at the end. He did a little jump on the bed when I
touched it.

"What was that?!" He asked me with wide eyes.

"That is your prostate. And by the feel of it, you are nice and healthy
there too. "

My job was already done, but I took the chance for my finger to linger
inside him, slightly finger fucking his tight little entrance a few more
times before pulling it free.

"Thank you for helping me, Doctor. I learned so much today."

"You're more than welcome, Timmy. And, to deal with your little problem,
I suggest you play with yourself like that each day. Make sure your mom
doesn't see though, as someone as young as you doing that may be a little
bit of a shock for her. Perhaps do it when you have a bath, or after you
go to bed. "

"Should I stick things up my bum too, Tom?" He asked.

"Just be safe to play with your penis for now, till you get the good
feelings, okay? I'll watch up with you in a few weeks time again, and see
how it's going?"

"Okay."

With that, Timmy jumped off the side of the bed, and began getting
dressed, quickly hiding all of his boy bits away from sight.I buzzed
reception, letting them know we were done, and for his mother to come
collect him.

"Oh Timmy, before your mom comes in, place your hand on me here..."

I took his arm, placing his hand on the front of my pants. His little
hand was right on top of my rock-hard cock. He would have felt it was as
hard as what he was when he first walked in, just a lot bigger. His
fingers gripped my tube of meat as he looked up at me and grinned a
wickedly cute grin.

Just then, the door opened and his arm dropped. His mother had returned,
and our appointment was over.

"Mrs. Durness, you are raising a fine young man."

"Oh, I certainly hope so. Is he okay? "

"Yes, he will be fine. Just some questions he had. He was very mature for
his age, thinking about coming to me with his questions.

"Oh! I do wish he had trusted me to talk about them! I'm his mother! "

"I think this was just one of those things where as a boy he was more
comfortable speaking to a man about them. As a woman, I am sure you can
understand. "

"I see. Thank you, Doctor."

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