Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2005 08:05:31 EST From: Justin0398@aol.com Subject: Special Secrets: Timmy's Penis by Justin Davis (M/t, mast) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes of a young male, an older male, and masturbation. 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. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to Justin0398@aol.com Special Secrets: Timmy's Penis By Justin Davis Just two months shy of twelve, eleven year old Timmy Jones, all four feet eight inches of him, sat nervously on the examination table, clad only in his plaid boxer shorts. He glanced around the room as he waited for Dr. Gibbons. It was time for his annual soccer physical and he hoped it wouldn't take long. Dr. David Gibbons stopped outside the door of Examination Room B and pulled the medical chart folder out of the tray, opened it, and smiled as he saw who the patient was, for David had been Timmy's pediatrician since he was three. "Well, Timmy! How are things going?" Dr. Gibbons asked as he entered the examination room. "Uh, okay I guess," Timmy replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Time for the annual soccer physical I guess," Dr. Gibbons commented as he lay the folder down on the counter. "Yeah, we gotta have one if we're gonna play," Timmy replied, as the doctor looked at his medical chart. Dr. Gibbons took note that Timmy's blood pressure, height, and weight, which the nurse had already checked, were exactly the same as last year. "Well, let's take a look at you then," Dr. Gibbons replied, and began to position the Stethoscope that hung around his neck so he could check Timmy's heart and lungs. Dr. Gibbons checked Timmy's heart, lungs, and then his ears, abdomen, and all the other things that are normally checked during a routine physical. All were in very good order for someone Timmy's age. "Well, Timmy, everything looks okay. You're in good shape. You're tummy is beginning to get some muscle definition, too, I see. Soccer seems to agree with you. Okay, now hop down off the table and let me check things out. You don't have to pull off your shorts, just pull um down," Dr. Gibbons said. "Oh gosh, Dr. Gibbons! We gotta do that?" Timmy exclaimed. "I'm afraid so, Timmy. It's part of the exam. "Oh gosh! We really gotta?" Timmy replied. "Yes!" "Ohhhhhhh!" Timmy whined, as he got off of the examination table, stood, and shucked his boxers down. "Damn!" the doctor exclaimed softly, not able to contain himself at what he saw. A year ago, Timmy had had the typical small dink and balls that any normal ten-year-old might have. Now, Dr. Gibbons was staring at a flaccid, uncircumcised, penis, which had to be at least close to four inches in length, above a set of low-hanging balls that were the size of large walnuts. Additionally, there was a small tuft of blonde hair that was the beginning of a pubic bush. "Is something wrong?" Timmy asked. "Uh, no, Timmy! I was a little concerned that you hadn't grown in height or weight over the last year. However, I can see you have grown in other ways," the doctor replied. "Yeah, I know!" Timmy replied, in a not too happy tone. "Well, for someone your age it's a remarkable penis. You probably should go ahead and take off your shorts. I need to check things out more thoroughly than I had planned to do," the doctor said, as he reached for the box of latex gloves on the counter. "Oh gee!" Timmy groaned in response, and pulled his boxers the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. "Tell, me Timmy. Have you had any unusual problems with your penis lately?" the doctor asked, as he placed the stool in front of Timmy and sat down upon it. "Uh gee, I don't know! Well, yeah kinda I guess. I wear boxers now cause briefs are too tight. My balls kinda hurt when I wear briefs. In fact, my balls hurt sometimes even when I'm naked," Timmy replied. "I see! Well, put your hands behind your head and stand still for me. This may only take a moment," the doctor said as he reached for Timmy's impressive equipment with his gloved hands. "Oh gosh! Unh!" Timmy exclaimed, as the doctor fondled his penis and balls inspecting them, then retracted the foreskin to inspect the head. "Mmmmm! I see you've have been making sure to keep your penis clean like I told you a long time ago. I'm a bit surprised, though, that your foreskin is so tight," the doctor said moving the foreskin back and forth over the head of Timmy's penis. "Oh gosh! Oh gee!" Timmy exclaimed as the doctor worked the foreskin slowly back and forth over the sensitive head of his penis. "Tell me, Timmy. How often do you masturbate?" the doctor asked as he began to inspect Timmy's balls more closely. "Uh, master what?" Timmy replied. "You know, beat off, wank, jerk off," the doctor responded. "Oh gosh! Oh no! I don't do that! I don't touch myself down there except to pee and clean it in the shower. Mom says it's evil and I'll die and go to hell if I touch myself too much down there," Timmy replied. "Surely you've heard other boys talk about it," the doctor said. "Uh, yeah! I don't do that though. I don't want to die and go to hell," Timmy replied. "Tell me if this hurts," the doctor said, and began to lightly squeeze Timmy's balls. "Oh! Unh! Yeah! It kinda does," Timmy replied. "Mmmm? That's what I was afraid of," the doctor commented. "Is something wrong?" Timmy asked. "Well, yes and no. Now, I want you to turn around for me and lean over the examination table and spread your legs. I need to check inside your butt," the doctor said, and reached for the tube of KY that was on the counter. "My butt!" Timmy exclaimed. "Yes, it's a normal procedure when someone reaches your level of sexual development. Especially so soon," the doctor said. "Ohhhhhh!" Timmy whined, as he leaned over on the table and spread his legs. "Now this won't hurt! I'm just gonna check things out," the doctor said, his finger now coated with lube. "Oh! Ahhhhhh! Arrrrrrrgggggghhh!" Timmy hollered, and almost crawled up on the table as the doctor's finger slipped into his butt and contacted his prostate and began to inspect it. "There! That's done! You can turn back around now," the doctor said, removing the glove and discarding it in the trash can and then reaching for another. "Timmy, do you know what sperm is?" he then asked. "Uh, no!" Timmy replied. "You've never heard the other boys talk about sperm, or cum, or spunk?" the doctor asked. "Uh, I've heard guys say the word cum before but I don't know what that means," Timmy replied. Dr. Gibbons shook his head, got up from the stool, and then picked up the handset on the phone on the counter. "Janice! Reassure the other patients for me. I'm going to be a little longer with Timmy," the doctor said, and hung up the phone. "Oh gosh! Is something wrong?" Timmy asked. "Well, like I said. Yes and no," the doctor replied as he sat back down upon the stool and noted that there was a small drop of pre-cum on Timmy's piss slit as a result of the prostate exam. "Now, I want you to come here and stand between my legs and face the wall." Timmy did as the doctor instructed and stood between the doctor's legs with his back to him. "Move a little closer! That's fine! Now, I want you to put your hands behind your head again and just relax," the doctor said, and squirted a liberal amount of KY on the fingers of his newly gloved right hand. "What yah gonna do?" Timmy asked, not able to see what the doctor was doing behind him. "Well, let me say this, Timmy. It's unhealthy in several ways for a boy your age not to masturbate. First of all, you need to loosen up your foreskin so that it is fully retracted when you have an erection. Secondly, your balls will continue to ache more and more as you get older if you don't masturbate." "Why will they ache?" Timmy asked. "Your balls produce sperm, Timmy. It's what makes babies. In fact, you could probably get half the women in town pregnant right now I suspect. Now, just relax and enjoy what I'm gonna do," the doctor said, and reached his hand around and took hold of Timmy's penis. "Oh gosh! Ahhhhhh!" Timmy exclaimed, as the doctor retracted his foreskin and began to lube up his penis. Needless to say, in no time Timmy's dick was rock hard and at it's thick, full, six inches. "I want you to notice, Timmy, how sensitive the area of your penis is right here," the doctor said, and began to twirl the head of Timmy's penis with is fingers like a tuning knob on a radio. In response, Timmy gasped loudly, and then began to moan. "Boys and men who are uncircumcised usually have highly sensitive heads on their penis. Now, I want you to watch as I show you how to masturbate," the doctor said. Hands still behind his head, Timmy looked down and watched as the doctor began to masturbate his man-sized penis and groaned loudly as gooey shock waves started coursing through his body. "See how I slide the foreskin back and forth with my hand. Sometimes, its even better if you make sure the foreskin is retracted all the way and just do this," the doctor said, masturbating the top part of Timmy's penis with his lubed hand, having retracted the foreskin all the way with the other. "Arrrrrrrggghhhhhh!" Timmy exclaimed, the shock waves and tingles becoming even more powerful. "You don't have to do this very rapidly at all, Timmy. Just nice and slow like this," the doctor said, setting up a slow steady rhythm with his hand. "Ohhhh! Unh!!!! Oh gosh!" Timmy exclaimed, never having felt anything so good in his life. "Just nice and slow like I'm doing right now. You don't have to rush it. Just nice and slow," the doctor said, as his hand slid back and forth over Timmy's impressive meat. "How does it feel, Timmy?" the doctor asked. "Oh gosh! Mmmmmmm! Oooooooo!" It feels sooooooo good!" "Yes it does! Are the tingles getting stronger?" the doctor asked. "Uh, yeah! They go away some and come back. Like now! Ooooooooooooooo!" "They, will get stronger and stronger, Timmy! I don't suspect it will be long," the doctor said, noting that pre-cum was beginning to ooze profusely from Timmy's piss slit and that his breathing was becoming heavier. "Oooooooooooo! Ohhhhhhh!" Timmy exclaimed, the last shock wave of pleasure going clear down to his toes. For a few more moments the doctor continued his stroking of Timmy's gleaming tube to a litany of moans and groans and coos from Timmy. Then, Timmy began to pant and the doctor noticed his buttocks began to clinch and unclench and that his balls had drawn up so tight that they looked as if they were trying crawl back into his body. "It's gonna happen soon, Timmy. You're gonna cum. It's probably gonna feel like you have to pee but you're not. Then, it's going to feel wonderful and sperm will shoot out of your penis. Don't be alarmed when it does," the doctor said, noticing that pre-cum was leaking from the head of Timmy's penis profusely. "Okay! Mmmmmmmm!!!" Timmy exclaimed, his voice quivering. The doctor concentrated his stroking more on the head of Timmy's penis for a few moments and the response was immediate. "Oh! Ahhhhhhh! I gotta pee" Timmy exclaimed, the gooey feelings growing stronger and stronger and not going away and coming back anymore. "Your not gonna pee you're gonna cum!" the doctor said, and began to stroke Timmy's penis faster, concentrating the strokes on the sensitive head. Instantly, there was a guttural noise from Timmy and his whole body began to tremble. Then, he gasped and reared his head back and his knees started to buckle, prompting the doctor to quickly grab hold of him with his left arm in order to hold him up. "Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Timmy then squealed, and a huge rope of cum exploded from the slit of his penis and splattered on the wall three feet away. Two more of equal intensity and distance followed Timmy's initial blast, as months of pent-up sperm sought to get out and impregnate something. Then, his whole body began to convulse with each stroke of the doctor's hand as smaller spurts erupted from his piss slit and fell upon floor. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" Timmy panted, as he finished his cum, prompting the doctor to chuckle as he removed his hand from Timmy's dick. "Here, Tiger! Clean yourself up with these," the doctor said, handing Timmy a box of tissues. "I guess I kinda made a mess," Timmy said as he looked at all the cum on the wall and floor. "Don't you worry about it. I'll clean it up. Now, I'm gonna give you a tube of stuff to take with you. I want you to promise me you'll masturbate at least once a day for a week and come back and see me. If you feel like doing it more go ahead. But, I want that foreskin of yours nice and loose and those balls of yours empty enough so they don't hurt. Okay?" the doctor said. "Oh yes! Gosh yes! I promise I will!" Timmy replied, again prompting the doctor to chuckle. One week later, Timmy reported back as instructed and the doctor was satisfied that his foreskin was already almost fully retracting itself when Timmy's dick was hard. Then again, it should have been looser. Timmy had wanked at least thirty times that week and had begun to experiment with all kinds of ways to make his dick feel good and cum. Naturally, it shouldn't be any surprise that not long after learning about the joys of masturbation Timmy discovered that he could get his mouth on his hard dick. He had already tasted his own cum out of curiosity and found that he liked the taste. So, the result was obvious. Now, Timmy often headed off to school with a load of his own sperm in his tummy, having sucked himself off before taking his morning shower. Of course, that was Timmy's special secret that he wasn't going to tell anybody, (The End)