Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2011 22:15:22 -0700
From: paramoe1954@hushmail.com
Subject: Lingering Touch

***This work is complete fiction. None of the characters in this story are
real. The events in this story have never happened. I hope you enjoy
reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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This story is one of three, in a collaborative challenge taken on by three
authors. We decided to each write our own take on a different boy getting a
genital exam by the same doctor. Look for the following "Doctor
Examination" stories featuring Dr. Samuel Hampton,

'Annual Checkup' by B Stories (bstories2011@yahoo.com)
'First Physical' by Joshua Seeker (JSWalker24@gmail.com)


Lingering Touch


I had to keep calming myself down throughout the day. Even the nurses were
trying to figure out why I was so jittery. I went to each exam room, seeing
adult patients as fast as I could. I don't normally get excited about boys,
but there was something satisfying about helping them to feel good and
achieve a powerful orgasm. If I had alone time in the exam room, I would
take my time with a boy and take in the sights and sounds of a boy in
ecstasy. Today was the day that I would get to examine a twelve year old
boy named Scott Vires. Usually boys come in and need to be examined for a
cough or something simple but this kid needed his groin examined for a
slight hernia. I couldn't wait to get my hands on him and see if he would
get hard in my probing hands.

"Dr. Hampton?" Shelly Carver said, pulling me out of my deep thought. "Do
you think it's herpes?" She asked.

I had to swallow to stop the need to dry heave. "It's just dry skin." I
replied, writing a prescription for hydra-cortisone. I left Shelly and her
dry skin as fast as I could.

I breezed through the next couple of patients and took a deep breath before
going into examining room two, where I knew Scott would be. I was taken by
surprise when I saw that the young boy was in the room with his father.

I shook the father's hand, introducing myself and seeing how nervous Scott
was. The father was a taller version of his blond haired son. I noticed how
both generations of light skinned males has a set of dimples that was cute
no matter what age.

The father's name was Dan and I listened to him as he explained his son's
groin pain when he moved around. I tried to show a reassuring smile to
Scott, who was cracking his knuckles over and over and he fidgeted. The boy
didn't look me directly in the eyes, knowing what was coming. Normally, I
could calm a boy's nerves by making jokes or speaking softly, but this
would be difficult with the father near by.

I extended my hand to shake Scott's sweaty right hand. I could feel the
kid's nervous shake and I felt bad for him.  If the father wasn't in the
room, I could spend extra time fondling the boy, helping him to feel good,
but I was going to be stealthy now, since we had an audience.

I patted Scott on the shoulder and asked him to take a deep breathe. Scott
breathed a shallow breath and tried to smile in response.

"Does it hurt when you lift things?" I asked.

Scott shrugged and kept his eyes on the floor. The father decided to give
an answer for his son, "He says it only slightly hurts, but nothing bad."

I shook my head and then turned back to Scott, asking, "How about when you
squat or bend your knees?"

Scott shrugged again and his father answered by shaking his head.

I took a deep breath and asked Scott to stand up and pull down his pants
and underwear.

I saw Scott's green eyes open wide as he frowned at the floor and stood
up. I loved the sound of Scott's belt buckle as he undid his pants. As I
put a latex glove on my right hand, I listened and heard the awesome sound
of the boy's pants dropping to the floor.

When I turned around I saw Scott standing with his pants all the way to the
floor, but his boxers were still on. Scott and his father appeared to be
having a heated argument in silence. Finally, Dan made an angry face at his
son and I watched Scott's shoulders slump in defeat. Scott let out a shaky
sigh, hooked his thumbs in his boxers and pulled them down until they
dropped on their own. When Scott stood straight, I took in the sight of his
dangling, light skinned and uncut dick. The boy was only 12 and he already
had a dick that was about as thick and as long as a roll of quarters. The
skin that covered the head of his young boy cock, bunched and came to a
point at the tip. When I knelt in front of the boy, I got a good look at
his small bush of strawberry blond pubes, which I could probably count
because they were so few.

I leaned in a bit close and silently took in a whiff of his boy scent. When
I looked up I saw Scott's red faced embarrassment at a stranger seeing him
naked.

"Ever had a physical, Scott?" I asked.

Scott shook his head to say no and I turned to his father. "Have you?" I
asked.

"Yeah." Dan replied, "When I was in college for the swim team."

I nodded and turned my head to look closely at the Scott's penis. "This
exam is like 'turn your head and cough', but a little more in depth."

"Ok." Dan said, "Do what you gotta do."

Scott wouldn't look at me, but pointed his eyes at the ceiling instead. I
exhaled deeply, seeing Scott's penis twitch at the touch of my breath. I
reached my hand out and very gently squeezed the base of Scott's young dick
with my fingers. I felt Scott's young body jolt at my touch and he leaned
back, resting his butt against the examining table.

"Please cough, Scott." I requested.

The boy let out a weak cough at first but let out a stronger one when I
asked him to do it again. I kept lightly squishing his twelve year old
penis in my fingers until I heard a quiet gasp come from Scott. Scott
readjusted himself against the table and tried to move his right hand to
cover himself. I kept a hold of the boy's dick, knowing that he was trying
to cover himself because he was growing hard in my grip.

"Scott!" His father barked from behind me. "He needs to examine you. Stop
it!"

"But..." Scott whispered.

"Cut it out!" The father ordered.

Scott let out a slow and shaky breath, putting his hands at his sides. I
continued my soft squeezing along his shaft as I let it grow in my fingers.

I looked up to see Scott frowning at the wall. "It's okay." I reassured
him. The leather cushion on the exam table made noise as Scott gripped
tight onto it. I continued squeezing but a little harder now. Scott's penis
was completely erect in my hold. I wanted to grab hard and jerk fast, but I
had to be careful.

"But Dad..." Scott and his father were having a quiet argument again as I
moved my fingers to rolling Scott's dangling balls in them. It was clear to
myself and Scott's father that the boy was hard and embarrassed, but as I
continued to fondle and examine, Scott didn't try to stop me again.

I marveled for a second at the boy's erection. "It's perfectly normal." I
said, as I prodded softly into his soft ball sack. "Cough again, please."

Scott let out a few more coughs and I purposefully let out a long hum of
thought, prompting the father to ask if something was wrong. My standard
response was to say 'possibly', allowing me a bit more time to examine a
particular area. I had my finger pressed into a spot, that was making
Scott's hardon flex and I knew it felt good to him. I pushed my finger
around and massaged that area more, hearing Scott let slip a sigh, and
pushed his pelvis forward a tiny amount in response. I let my fingers
pleasure that spot a bit more and then moved back to squeezing the base of
his cock a bit more.

"Hmmm." I said, thoughtfully. I could hear Scott's father scoot forward a
bit in his chair, waiting to hear what I would say.

"It's tough to tell exactly where the problem is." I answered Dan's silent
concern. I removed my hand from Scott's throbbing hardon for a second. "I
need to see something." I added, as I removed the latex glove.

I pushed my naked fingers back into the folds of Scott's soft ball sack,
hearing him sigh again and bend his knees a little. I loved the smooth feel
of the twelve year old's underdeveloped sack on my fingers, and I could see
that he was trying not to show that he liked it. My fingers needed to touch
that small nest of newly formed pubic hair, even if it was too risky. I
went ahead and grabbed the base of Scott's dick again, letting my fingers
brush his tuft of soft hair.

Of course, I knew exactly what was wrong with Scott and it was nothing
bad. There was no need to continue with such a lengthy exam, but Scott had
started clenching his butt cheeks as I touched him and I could feel him
flex between my fingers. Scott's young face was a confused mix of pleasure
and fear and I gently squeezed him, letting my hand brush the under side of
his cock.

"Scott?" I asked, still squeezing his cock so gently that his father
wouldn't notice. "Do you masturbate?"

Scott let out an audible gasp, fixing his eyes on me and then looking at
his father. Scott didn't answer and his scared eyes looked down at the
floor for a moment. I could feel Scott's body shaking slightly as he
nervously nodded his head to confirm that he had been masturbating.

I laughed a little at Scott's reaction and rubbed the texture of my thumb
along the under side of his cock, feeling him shudder in response. "It's
alright." I said, "Everyone does it Scott. Even your Dad can admit to
that."

I looked up to see Scott's eyes open wide in surprise as he looked to his
father. I didn't hear a verbal response from Dan, but I heard Scott whisper
a 'whoa' under his breath. With the father's silent admission, Scott seemed
to ease up a bit. I went on, rubbing at various spots along Scott's
erection, loving the way his breathing was changing from nervous to eager
and rapid. I adjusted my position a little, putting myself directly in
front of Scott and hiding my hands from his father's view. I tired to be
quiet as I held Scott's young penis and flicked the ball of my thumb along
the under side of his cock. I felt Scott's body tense in response as he
pushed his hardon into my hand. When I looked up I saw Scott's eyes on me,
studying me with a questioning stare. I smiled up at the twelve year old
and moved my hand off of his penis, looking at him and waiting. It didn't
take Scott but a quick second to realize that it was his move, and he
jutted his crotch forward, so that his penis touched my waiting hand
again. I smiled up at him again, grasping his cock and kneading his hard
prick harder than before. Scott let slip a sigh and then a gasp and I saw
his hands grip he cushion he was leaning back against.

In just a few seconds, Scott seemed to ease into letting my hands pleasure
him. I smiled, seeing Scott's eyes closed half way and his head tilt back
slightly. I didn't want to tip off the father that I was masturbating his
son, so I let go of the young boy's penis. I watched Scott startle at my
release and readjust his leaning stance against the exam table.

"Now," I said, standing up. "I need to see if there is any pain with
movement." Now that Scott was more alert, I reached my hands out again,
pressing my left hand behind his hanging balls, and my right hand held the
his hardon.

"Squat very slowly to the ground please." I asked.

I watched Scott sigh in response and then held his genitals as he lowered
himself. When the young boy was all the way into a squatting positing, I
let my right hand rub him very quickly as I massaged under his balls with
my left hand. The boy and I were face to face and he met my eyes with an
excited smile.

"Any pain?" I asked loud enough for his dad to hear.

Scott shook his head in reply and gulped. I asked him to stand up again and
as he raised himself up again, I played with his silky soft sheath that
covered his erection. When Scott was standing again, I asked him to squat
slowly again and on his way down, I pulled his soft fleshy hood back to
expose the head of his penis. Scott sucked in a long breath as I moved the
skin along his shaft, back and forth. At that moment, I felt Scott's twelve
year old legs shake little and he grabbed onto my left shoulder to steady
himself.

At that moment I whispered to him as quietly as I could, "Want me to stop?"

Scott's dazed eyes briefly caught a glimpse at his father and then he
slowly shook his head to say 'no'. I smiled at the boy and told him to
stand up slowly. As Scott stood, I mashed his rock hard dick in my fingers,
trying to make him feel as good as possible. Scott let slip a small whimper
and then I heard him grunt and his nostrils flared as he looked past me, at
nothing.

"Any pain that time?" I asked out loud.

Scott released an uneven breath, shaking his head again. Before I even said
it, Scott was already trying to squat again, so I went with it and
continued to pleasure him very quietly. The boy's cock was as hard as a
solid steel pole and as he stood up, he sloppily humped his crotch into my
hand. I immediately removed my hand from the boy's genitals, seeing his
hardon twitch and flex at the sudden lack of touch. Scott's right hand
grabbed onto my left hand, pulling it toward his dick, but when I wouldn't
touch him, he grabbed it with his own left hand, massaging it.

"What are you looking for Doc?" Scott's father asked, sounding a bit
irritated.

I stood up and quickly knelt back down again, not wanting my own erection
to be so evident. Instead of standing, I moved out of the way a bit and
turned to look at Scott's dad, who waited for an answer.

"There are muscle tendons right here." I said, running my finger gently
against Scott's smooth erection and along his inner thigh. Scott responded
to my touch by spreading his legs a little and rolling his hips in a barely
noticeable fucking motion.

I carried on with the explanation, as if I didn't notice how turned on
Scott had become. I traced my fingers back up the boy's thigh, passed
Scott's smooth ball sack and stopped at the base of his stiff cock. "There
is a reaction," I explained, "in this spot that is subtle but it tells me
where the problem is."

I watched Dan scoot his chair forward and lean in to look close at where I
was pointing. Scott was breathing harder and I ignored the drop of precum
that dripped onto the back of my hand. It was plain to see that Scott's
father had no clue about what I was doing, but I knew that Scott was
appreciating the added touch-time that I was giving him.

"So," I added, scooting aside a bit. "If you press right here," I jabbed my
finger against Scott's stiff dick, pressing it against his small bush of
pubes, " you can feel what I'm talking about. You could probably check for
yourself in the future too."

Scott's father started slightly at the realization that I was expecting him
to do something other than listen. Dan looked at his son, who was shaky and
breathing strange. "Calm down!" Dan ordered and then reached out to press
his middle and index finger against his son's twitching erection.

My own dick twitched at the sight of Dan's adult sized fingers pressing
against a twelve year old erection. I watched the man press his fingers
harder against the small penis, trying to feel what I was telling him
about.

Scott's body was shaking a bit and he was pressing his hips forward against
his father's hand. I noticed the boy's legs spread a bit and saw the pained
look on his face. Scott looked like he wanted to thrust his hips more than
anything, but all he could do was try to remain still.

Finally, I saw the surprised look and heard the gasp of air from Scott as
every muscle tensed in his body. The kid's stomach transformed from a cute
boy belly to a washboard of tightened muscles as he groaned through
clenched teeth. I was in awe as I saw the boy hump his dick against his
father's hand.

The boy's father put on a perplexed face and then reality hit. Dan tried to
pull his hand away from his boy's humping boner but Scott's hands grabbed
and held it there. I breathed a quiet gasp as I watched spurts of clear cum
shoot in quick streams and landing on the hand that touched Scott.

"Jesus christ, Scott!" The father said loudly.

Dan tried to pull his hands away again, but little Scott was holding on
tight and humping hard. Scott's father grumbled something under his breath
and turned beat red as he looked away as his son continued.

I knew that I should have turned away but the sight was amazing and the
noises that Scott was making, were hot. Every time the young boy's father
tried to remove his hand, Scott would hold tight and hump even faster. I
think I counted four clear squirts of cum that shot up high and landed on
his father's forearm as well as his own. Scott's grip weakened as his
humping lessened and finally his father was able to remove his hand from
his son's crotch. I handed a tissue to the boy's father but he acted like
he didn't see it and wiped the back of his hand on his cotton dockers.

Dan stood up, without looking at either myself or his son and apologized
for what his boy had just done. I tried to lessen the fathers worries by
telling him that it happens more than he would think, but he still averted
his eyes as his son got dressed. Poor young Scott looked tired and more
than a little embarrassed as he put his shoes on. I hoped that Scott
wouldn't hate me for what I did and I felt better about the situation when
both father and son left because Scott quickly turned to me and showed a
wide grin before closing the door.


***My other stories,
Kissing Along His Neck -- (gay/young-friends)
Sweet Spot  (gay/young -friends)
Don't Do That  Parts 1 & 2 (gay/incest)
Brother's Touch --  (gay/incest)
The Right Formula -- (gay/sf-fantasy)
A Caring Heart -- (gay/sf-fantasy)
Letting Him Catch Me -- (gay/incest)

(For a complete list, I am listed as Paramoe in the prolific authors roster
on Nifty)***

Please send me comments! I want to know what you liked or disliked!
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