Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2016 20:57:22 -0400
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Subject: Windsor Reformatory School for Boys Part One

Windsor Reformatory School for Boys – Part One

June 2016

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Windsor Reformatory School for Boys – Part One


Chapter One

My first job out of Medical School was at a small school for orphaned,
homeless, and troubled boys. With roughly 75 students aged 11 to 15, the
land and massive buildings seemed eerily empty. Exceptions for enrollment
were made if a boy wasn't quite 11, and special circumstances where a
15-year-old boy had nowhere else to go. He would be accepted, educated, and
allowed a job, housing and a small stipend for working in the school,
tutoring younger boys, or caring for the horses, cattle, poultry and pork
raised on the property.

The school was set on 1500 acres, most of it overgrown farm land and
forest, with a huge, almost castle-like mansion that housed the dorms,
schoolrooms and offices. Behind was a large "summer kitchen" (they had
called it in antebellum days,) now expanded to cook, feed, and nourish all
the boys, teachers and caretakers of the school.

The Windsor Reformatory School for Boys was founded in 1865 by five men who
shared a common childhood on Deer Island, Maine. Their youthful bonds
lasted a life time, and after the war they arranged to meet and create a
plan to do whatever they could to help the nation heal.

They agreed to meet at the Willard Hotel on Pennsylvania Avenue, a half
block from Lincoln's own home, the Executive Mansion; the war having
reached its natural conclusion. They were meeting again, having transformed
from a rag tag team of pubescent boys playing together naked into a group
of powerful men intent on making durable change.

At the Willard Conclave, they put their reputations and fortunes towards
caring, educating, and nourishing as many homeless boys as possible to
sleep safely, learn and grow. The plan was to help pick up the pieces of a
destroyed landscape, take advantage of cheap land, and help the young
survivors overcome the devastation they had all witnessed.

Pooling their resources, they purchased 5,000 acres on the westernmost edge
of South Carolina. With powerful allies in Washington, the purchase was
simple and incredibly inexpensive.

Making the land most useful was a Tudor mansion of carved granite and
sandstone situated in the center of the (previous) plantation. The
unfinished structure was perfect; it could become an historical edifice for
learning and academia, sporting endeavors, hunting, and artistic
development. While construction was abuzz finishing the magnificent
mansion, and boys only several months away from arriving, the property
offered a perfect temporary solution.

The original main house, of Georgian splendor with massive columns and huge
expanses of porches and verandas, was actually in good condition. Windsor
House, as it was known, was large enough to comfortably house the first
dozen or so boys and faculty until the main structure, Windsor Mansion,
could be finished.

With the entire country in disarray and destruction, the men wanted revenge
and they would take it in the form of education for the innocents; the
poor, the illiterate, and the homeless boys from both North and South. The
time for reconciliation was at hand; and no better way to begin the future
than with boys from both ideologies coming together as comrades.

The men's dogged determination proved to be enough to lead nearly two
centuries of nurses, doctors, housekeepers, landscapers, houseboys and
others to expand their imaginations and maintain their dreams. The first 60
years were considered the Golden Age of Windsor, and thousands of boys
reached potentials they would never have dreamed possible.

The school nourished and graduated future politicians, agrarians, printers,
lawyers, embalmers, hoteliers - all sorts of boys and men the youngsters in
the new world would call 'entrepreneur's.'

The depression had a terrible impact on the school. Windsor had survived by
selling off land, a hundred or so acres at a time. They also built up the
cattle stock, which helped financially but also to keep the boys and staff
fed.

Driving through the curving dirt road leading to the school, I found it
mesmerizing and unique. I felt honored to have been chosen as the school
Doctor. After checking in at the office, however, I was escorted to my room
with 2 cute boys lugging my suitcases. Staircase after staircase I was
beginning to wonder if I was going to camp on the roof. If only. I was
shocked when introduced to my living quarters - a huge space in a fourth
floor attic, warehousing pieces of furniture at least a hundred years old,
all packed into one end of the huge space. Aside from magnificent windows
nearly 20 feet tall on opposite ends of the A-Frame attic, cobwebs and dust
were the most prevalent hallmarks, with one very tiny exception.

There, just up the stairs and inside the door were two brand new
mattresses, a box spring and top, both wrapped tightly fresh from a
store. Two similarly plastic covered pillows were placed on top, already
looking like they meant to make my stay as horrible as possible. The
dichotomy was breathtaking.

So this was home ....

After settling in, I began to see patients. One after another, on and on
the line went, making up for lost time. Soon enough, however, the days
slowed down and some form of order began to settle into the small six room
office. There was a small reception area, three exam rooms connected by a
narrow hallway, a tiny office for me that would barely hold my books, and a
locked room for meds.

On a particularly cool Autumn day, I had several patients scheduled for
exams. Enjoying my work, I examined them all thoroughly. The best part,
however, began around 11:00 that morning. My next patient was waiting
outside and I almost lost my breath when he walked into the exam room.

He was 13-year-old Eric, a slight boy not much over 4' tall. Small for his
age, Eric was a skinny kid with olive skin and long shaggy black hair to
his shoulders. He was a rough and tumble boy, constantly getting hurt in
one way or another. Bruised knees, and a weird carpet burn or something on
his forehead. (Later in the year I would figure THAT one out.) I had
already seen him 3 times, and I had only arrived at the school one month
before.

This time there was nothing serious. Just his initial exam for school
entry, I presumed, which would result in the first of his routine monthly
exams.

Eric was a beautiful young boy with deep green eyes. He was clearly
underdeveloped for his age. Fumbling into the room, his nervousness was
apparent. I instructed him to strip down and sit on the edge of the exam
table; the nurse would come in shortly to take his vital signs.

"Uh, but I can leave on my underwear. right?"

"Sure buddy, you're good for now in your underwear. We will deal with the
rest when we have more privacy. But when the time comes I'll make it as
comfortable as possible - just me and you in the room. You ok?"

Eric trembled a bit, a nervous look on this face. "Ummm, yessir, I'm ok."

"No worries, little guy," I said, trying to assure him. "I'll be right
back. Just strip to your undies."

A shy one, this boy. And I loved every second watching him fidget around. I
grinned at his bashfulness but looked at him with a smile, trying to make
him feel safe and comfortable. I was so excited it was becoming difficult
to hide my arousal.


Chapter Two

Eric was super shy. In the showers after PhysEd he always made sure he was
the last in, and would always keep his back turned when other naked boys
were around. He couldn't help but take quick peeks, but they were all
bigger than him down there, and had more hair around their privates,
too. Even boys younger than him. While he had tiny balls not much bigger
than peanuts hanging below his willy, the other boys had marble sized balls
either squeezed into tight wrinkly scrotums or hanging lower in silky
smooth sacs. Although he wouldn't dare let anyone see his own, he got a
twitch in his stomach looking at the other boys and comparing one to
another.

They were all different in some way: there were longer ones, maybe two
inches, and others had smaller shafts (some sort of chubby and others more
thin) with glans hidden, wrapped up neatly with foreskin poking out. There
were several boys without foreskin, which was confusing to Eric. Still, he
thought the little pink heads were kind of cool looking. Some boys had
started growing little patches of hair. An assortment of black, brown,
blond and even red pubic hairs sprouting around the bases of immature
penises. Most were limited to a dozen or so sparse, short wisps. But a few
had more compact, short but dense patches of pubic hair, looking mature to
Eric, but really only about a fingernail sized arc just above the boys'
small cocks.

Eric always got jealous looking at them, wishing his own would grow more,
and tried to hide the half erection he always got when he saw them naked,
all around him. So far he had gotten away with it - not getting caught or
called out by his mates.

The only boy more shy that Eric was a chubby kid named Thomas. His belly
hung down low, and made his navel disappear. The kid's pecker was even
smaller than Eric's, foreskin mostly, but his nuts, being quite large,
looked out of place hanging below such a whisper of a dick, with only a
half dozen or so short dark hairs at the base. He almost always seemed to
shower at the same time, and Eric took note how his pecker would stick out
an inch or so by the time they were done. Thomas seemed to always be
looking at Eric's privates, which made the boy nervous.

But for Eric, there was only Ivan, a new transplant like himself at a new
school with both younger and older boys. Most of the other boys had grown
up around each other, in one Boarding School or another. But, like himself,
Ivan was new to the school and the town and felt out of place. They hadn't
really met yet and didn't have any classes together, but he lived in Eric's
dorm – 5 bunks down to the left facing the opposing wall, and he slept
on the bottom bunk (not that he paid attention or anything.) Since all the
boys slept in their briefs, Eric made sure he was always awake to see Ivan
heading to the pisser to relieve his morning erection. Pretending to be
asleep, he always looked forward to seeing young Ivan walk down the aisle,
with his hard-on tenting his underpants. It looked like it might be a
little thick but wasn't long enough to reach the band of his underwear.

At 12 years old, with a short military haircut, he was from a whole other
country that Eric had never heard of - called the Cetch Relubliks or
something like that.

Ivan was an unusually thin boy, looking almost malnourished, with pale skin
and bright red hair. His nose was slender but prominent, his eyebrows just
as red as his hair, but his eyelashes were a little more subdued. His lips,
though, were Ivan's best asset.

Sweet looking, pink and perfectly plump, Eric imagined Ivan's lips on his
thin erection, like this girl he had seen sucking a hairless little boy in
a video he saw once at a foster home he had lived in.

He was shocked back to reality when the water from his showerhead suddenly
went cold and he quickly regained his composure . . . but not near to
forgetting Ivan's pecker.

He knew shower time was over, and the cold water made his pecker shrink
into his body, even smaller than its normally tiny state.

Chapter Three

The clinic, like everything else at Windsor, was controlled by a Board of
Directors, with the school overseen by Headmaster Tomlison; a chubby, older
man who had many rules; some written, most not. An important aspect of our
duties was to deliver information to him (and presumably the board)
concerning the growth and development of all the boys the state sent to the
school.

He required thorough and complete data concerning the boys, including
measurements and photographic evidence of their growth and development
every month. Every hair of every boy (underarms, legs, pubic, and rectal)
and every inch of genital growth over the length of their stay at Windsor
was fully documented in our archive. More than a year passed before I
realized the import of his requests.

After looking at his chart I realized that Eric's appointment was a
'document' visit. Since he was new, this part of his admittance was still
undone. The times I had seen him previously were to patch up or clean some
new scratch or minor injury. This visit, however, would let me do what I
like to do most; thoroughly examine a cute pubescent boy without
interference, take pictures, fondle and play with his penis, make it erect,
and masturbate him, among other things.

Unknown to the boys, of course, was that when their most private parts were
charted and documented through their entire adolescence, those records were
digitally available to anyone with archive access; the Headmaster, the
Board of Directors (all men,) previous clinic doctors (although only one
was still living,) and a small but growing entourage of very wealthy men.

When I returned, Eric was practically shivering from the cold, but sat
there obediently in his clean but dingy underwear. I asked him to lay back,
and pulled out the slide so he could lay down completely. Of course, he
constantly kept a hand cupped over his privates, even though his genitals
were still hidden in his underwear. After so much time, it became humorous
to me. I knew, after all, that the boys' most private parts would soon be
mine to examine, with no interruption.

Grasping his hands and putting them to his side, I looked down at his loose
fitting, stained, over-worn briefs. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the
very small bump at the base of his underwear before he hid the small
package with his hands again.

"It's OK son. Just try to relax and be comfortable. Remember, we're both
guys, and everything that happens here is private between me and you, ok?"

Eric tried to look comfortable, but held out hope his undies weren't going
to come down exposing what he looked like . . . 'down there'.

He reluctantly allowed me to put his arms over his head. This position,
obviously, gave me full sight of his completely smooth armpits. Using my
thumbs, I softly rubbed the skin, hoping to find a hint of future underarm
hair, but all I got was laughter and contortions so I laughed back.

"Ticklish?" I smiled as he put his arms back down to his stomach and that
small bump in his stained and worn briefs.

"Arms back over your head little dude," I said, smiling down at the
vulnerable boy.

Glancing down at Eric, he was so thin his ribs were visible. I made a note
on his chart to feed him a higher caloric diet to beef him out a bit.

Starting with his face, I used a couple fingers on each hand gently rubbing
his forehead, his cheeks, nose, chin and started further south. I took time
to softly feel above his lip, trying to find the faintest hint of
hair. There was none.

Working down I pinched his dime sized, brown nipples. As they reacted to my
touch, I kept moving south towards the band of his underwear. His shortness
of breath (and mine) increased as i slowly worked my way down. I explored
his chest, massaging his dime sized nipples, down his sides and visible rib
cage, then to his stomach, slowly heading towards the waistband of his
underpants.

Reaching his navel, I slowed my exploration, wanting to take my time, and
to heighten his own level of excitement as much as possible.

His breathing was getting shorter and shorter and he gasped when I gently
lifted and felt under the waistband of his underpants, admiring the smooth
skin below his navel, taking my time before I exposed the flaccid boyhood I
had wondered and fantasized about.

As I continued further, pressing down on the muscles above his groin, he
flinched and lowered his arms, attempting to protect his privates from my
prying fingers.

"Ummm, that's enough, isn't it Doc?" he pleaded.

"Eric, I'm sorry, and I wish there was another way, but you must trust
me. You are safe here - in my office and in this facility," I said, trying
to reassure him. "If it were up to me I would just let you go back to your
dorm. But you don't want to get kicked out, and I don't either."

"But, but, why? I'm healthy, I'm OK!"

"Look kiddo, I am required to make sure you stay healthy. And for that I
must create a maturity development chart that will follow you through your
time here. So this next part is important, OK?"

He mumbled something incoherent and nodded, my fingertips still slightly
into his briefs.

"Close your eyes if it makes you feel better, and take deep breaths," I
said, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

I gently lowered the boy's underpants, fully exposing his flaccid
boyhood. I slowly looked down at the sight that had held my fantasies for
several weeks; his pubescent groin, newly revealed. My heart skipped as I
closely studied Eric's privates.

There were a few straggling's of short, soft, black pubic hairs beginning
to circle the base of his groin. No shaft was yet visible, only a miniscule
head, hidden by the most fascinating part of his genitals; an extraordinary
foreskin.

Although there was little more than the tiny head above his pubis, the
foreskin was long and twisted above the head. Surely measuring nearly an
inch, the loose and malleable skin rose tight and circular above, stopping
at a stunningly tight little hole at the top. The view was amazing. I had
never seen a foreskin like that.

The abundant skin was obviously a source of embarrassment for my young
patient, as Eric shook noticeably. He held his legs locked together, and
although he could no longer cover his willy, his apprehension towards
sharing his privates was quite visible. While I reassured him that all was
ok, I could not help to wonder the basis of his innate fear.

I forced him to spread his legs a bit. Grasping the long foreskin with my
thumb and index finger I began to gently move it back and forth, then
faster so I was sort of jiggling it around. Occasionally I would use my
left fingers to pinch at his tiny hidden head. Swirling the foreskin
between two fingers, I began to pull on it, first stretching it out as far
as I could pull it, then pushing back into his body until only foreskin
survived.

Eric whimpered and his whole body shuddered as I manipulated his little
tool.

"Does it feel good, son? Do you like what I'm doing?"

"Yes," he said barely above a whisper.

"I hope so," was my reply.  "It should make you feel really great inside."

I continued to stroke him for a couple minutes more, loving the way his
breathing got deeper and the sound of his boyish moaning while he squirmed
around a bit, his eyes shut tight. His beautiful young penis was about 3"
long.  I had to resist the urge to lean over and suck him right then and
there.

Eric winced and moaned in pain and pleasure as I pushed inside, and groaned
in ecstasy when I pulled his penis out as far as I could. Slowly becoming
erect, I could no longer push his skinny boyhood into his pubis, so I took
the base of his now erect, crayon sized penis, and stroked it up and down
to make sure his erection wasn't short-lived. It wasn't. I gently
masturbated the rock hard penis, probably 3 inches, for a while and Eric
began to moan and tremble more - this time with joy instead of fear or
trepidation.

"Uhmm , Doc, could you stop pulling on my ... my willy like that?"

"Why son? Are you in pain? I need to know if you are,"

"mmmmmm, no . . . sir . . . it's just, i don't think you should touch me
like that."

I made an audible giggle. "Eric, this is my job. But why are you feeling
uncomfortable? You can be honest with me buddy. You need to be."

"Well, you can tell, it's getting . . . you know . . . stiff."

"That's exactly what I needed it to do! So you're doing great. Just
relax. I'm going to have to do a thorough cleanse inside your foreskin. It
will be a bit painful, but just hang tight. I'm right here for you."

Confused, he could only mumble " uh huh."

Letting go of his penis and reaching over to my medical tray, I took a
syringe and screwed on a tiny delivery device for inserting the liquid into
the tight space of a closed foreskin. I filled the tube with an antiseptic
meant to thoroughly cleanse Eric's glans and interior foreskin to keep his
young penis clean and healthy. I knew it would be painful, but it had to be
done, so I tried to be honest with the kid.

I stretched his arms and put Velcro wraps around each wrist to prevent any
attempt to stop the process. He was visibly trembling. I pushed the lower
part of the table to put it away, and pulled his torso down so I could put
his thin legs into the stirrups. Tears began to trickle down Eric's
cheeks. Being a shy, totally naked boy, now with the most private part of
his young body exposed against his will, he wasn't crying, but couldn't
help his eyes from watering up.

I tried to reassure him to no avail.

Holding the top of his foreskin, I inserted the tube inside and around the
head of his little cockhead. As I emptied the proper amount of cleanser, I
clamped off the tip of his foreskin with a miniature clasp.

By now Eric was squirming with a tortured look on his face.

"Aggghhhhhhh, take it out Doctor, please! PLEASE STOP!" he begged.

His foreskin had ballooned with the addition of the liquid and I had to
fondle it and move the liquid around his glans and within his skin.

He shook and moved his ass back and forth and up and down, but there was no
way to dislodge the clamp I had placed at the tip of his ample skin.

Moving on with the procedure, he trembled while I grasped his thin legs and
lifted them up, allowing the boy's knees to be parted. I guided the boy so
his hips moved forward towards the edge of the seat exposing his small
hairless scrotum. His miniature testicles, instead of being tightly held in
a wrinkled scrotum, draped low below Eric's small penis in a silky smooth
sac. I couldn't decide if the hairless skin was light pink or white as
snow. Either way, it was a beautiful sight. Eric was sexier than I could
ever have imagined.

My attention then went to the most important of this part of the exam; his
rectum. Closely examing the tight pink sphincter, applying a bit of oil so
I could rub around and eventually slide a finger inside, first and most
important was how the boy maintained this important part, although often
neglected, part of his body.

"Wow," I told the nervous boy. "You take such good care of yourself Eric!
I'm really proud of you and glad to see you keep yourself clean down here."

My eyes couldn't leave my first view of his tight pink rectum. I wanted so
badly to lick the Eric's pink hole. I held out hope I might have the chance
sometime during my time at Windsor.

"It is very important for boys your age to make sure you keep yourself
washed and clean, especially back here. You are the cleanest of all, Eric."

He blushed with pride from my compliments, even as he mumbled and grumbled
while I rubbed against his hole, squirming and wishing he could go back to
his room, even though he secretly enjoyed the way my finger felt rubbing on
his little rectum. The strength of his erection was proof enough of that,
even though he was still going through the stinging pain of the liquid
inside his foreskin.

With his feet still in the stirrups I slid him back up so I could finish
the cleansing of his glans and interior foreskin; the clamp still holding
tight at the tip of his skin. Although the stinging pain of the antiseptic
had lessened, the clamp still hurt ... a lot.

I tried to help him lay back as comfortably as possible, but the second I
touched the clamp the winced in pain.

"Ok Eric, you gotta hang on here. I'm not going to lie to you," I said as I
gently pushed and pulled on the skin clasp, fully aware it made him even
more comfortable. "I'm going to release this now, and the liquid will
simply spill out. We will clean that up later, OK?" I said as I purposely
pulled on the clamp to extend his skin out as far as possible.

"Oh, OK doc, just please do it. It hurts too bad."

I looked down, pinched the skin, then released the clamp before I let go,
allowing the antiseptic to spill out. I then reloaded the syringe with cool
water and did the same procedure as before, clamping the end of his
foreskin. Again I manipulated the ballooned skin to make sure everything
was now washed. Eric writhed in pain for a bit, but relaxed when I released
the clamp and emptied the water from his now shrunken cock and amazingly
long foreskin.





FINGERING, PROSTATE EXAM

RINSE REPEAT GLAN CLEANING

I lowered the camera above him and placed it about two feet above his
genitals; the target area. Eric hadn't been through this before, so his
urge to cover up was expected. I stopped him and reassured him that
everything would be ok.

Trying to concentrate on the job at hand, I made sure to get all angles of
his tiny penis, mini testicles, and small growth of pubic hair. I made
especially sure to cover his small head and unusually long foreskin. In
fact, I took time to tug on the extra skin, and pull it out as much as I
could, so the camera could see just how long his foreskin would stretch
from his slender boycock.

Now it was time for the most sensitive part. I had to get a shot of his
erect penis and there was only one way to do it. He shook from fright as I
manipulated his small cockhead, more nervous than before since the camera
was covering everything, but the shaft slowly began to emerge. I continued
to fondle the young boys genitals. Eric's breath got deeper and deeper. My
hands continued to explore. The smoothness of his boy sac was a delight,
and crowning above the soft pubis mound with no trace of hair save the few
delicate pubes making a tiny arc of short dark hairs at the base of Eric's
now erect, pinky sized boyhood.

He shook nervously as I tugged on his little penis, and more so when I
placed the ruler at the base and held his penis to make a length
accurate. Eric measured at 3 1/2" erect with girth roughly that of a small
coin. I brought the camera down to get close up pictures, some with a ruler
to show the length, others when I held his slender penis back to show
maximum angle of the short pubic hairs at the base of the pencil thin boy
cock.

With the first section finished, time came to start back where we were
before; a skinny young erection with my hand guiding it towards eruption.

The more I fondled and manipulated Eric's crayon cock, the shorter and
deeper his breath became. He was so close . . . but I couldn't allow him to
let go yet. There was more to document and photograph. He exhaled in
disappointment when i stopped feeling and stroking his thin erection.

"Is everything OK?" Eric mumbled. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh no buddy, we just have to change your position for now. Then I'll go
right back and make it feel good again, cool?"

"Cool," he muttered nervously, unsure what to say. "Whatever . . ."

Raising the camera out of the way, temporarily, I instructed Eric to roll
over on his stomach. Consistent with everything else concerning this
student, he objected, made excuses, and I had to eventually force him to
roll over, exposing his perfectly rounded little ass.

==anus exam here==


Finally, the time had come for the first photographs to document his
growth. I lowered the camera above him and placed it about two feet above
his right armpit and took several exposures before doing the same to his
left armpit. Then I slid the ceiling mounted camera above his genitals, the
main target area. Eric had never had to do this before, so his urge to
cover up was obvious. I stopped him and assured him to stay still and
everything would be ok.

I made sure to get all angles of his now flaccid penis, mini testicles, and
small growth of pubic hair. I made especially sure to get plenty of shots
of the small head and his fascinatingly long foreskin.

Now it was time for the most sensitive part. I had to get a shot of his
erect penis and there was only one way to do it. He shook from fright as I
manipulated his small cock-head again, and the shaft began to emerge. I
continued to fondle the boy's young genitals as Eric's breath got deeper
and deeper. My hands continued to explore the boy. The smoothness of it all
was such a delight; no trace of hair other than the few delicate pubes
making a tiny arc of short dark hairs at the base of Eric's now erect cock.

He shook nervously as I tugged on his little penis, and more so when I
measured it at 3 1/2" with no more girth than a small coin. I brought the
camera down to get close up pictures, some with a ruler to show the length,
others when I held his slender penis back to show maximum angle of the
short pubic hair at the base of the pencil thin boy cock.

The more I fondled and manipulated Eric's thin erection, the shorter and
deeper his breath became. Then, as Eric was reaching critical mass
. . . ZZZZ . . . the ringer went off in the exam room. That would not
happen unless I was truly needed at the front.

I immediately froze in place, possibly pinching Eric's penis a bit too
hard, because he was suddenly at a loss of all muscle control and I looked
down to see his eyes the size of saucers. He was scared out of his wits and
couldn't stop the orgasm now pulsing through his narrow shaft. His small
body tightened and writhed as he experienced his first true ejaculation.

I regrouped instantly and tried to calm my trembling patient.

"Sorry Eric," I said, more gently my hand to stroke his now shrinking boy
cock. "Did it feel good releasing all you had pent up inside?"

"uh, uh .... " he mumbled. "Is everything ok??"

"Everything is great Eric. Give me a second to respond to the nurse."

I wiped my hand and pushed the intercom to the front desk, telling her I
would be out shortly.

I had left the boys first ever ejaculate where it landed, a thick drop
around his belly button, and thinner drops at the base of his penis,
needing photographic evidence of the event. Lowering the camera, I began to
use the video function to monitor the shrinkage of his erection – how
long it took, and the eventual flaccid penis with twisted foreskin and
pearly drop of semen capping off the tiny hole at the end of his skin.

"You've been a really good boy Eric. And very brave to share what just
happened with me," I was talking as I maneuvered the cameras.

"You won't tell anybody, will you?" he asked timidly.

"Of course not. Anything that happens here stays between us. But you should
be proud of yourself! Don't be ashamed to let other boys know how much
you've grown, and what you accomplished here today."

With all tasks accounted for, I raised the cameras back to the ceiling and
got a warm wet towel to clean Eric. All evidence of an exam was gone, from
the residual oil around his anus to his silky smooth scrotum to the cum on
his belly, and, pulling his foreskin down, I took extra care to clean the
glans and skin. He smiled at me, his arms crossed behind his head, with his
privates feeling spotlessly clean.

The buzzer went off again so I told Eric to hang tight and I would be right
back to finish up. Laying there naked, he asked if he could get dressed.

"Not yet. Just hang tight. You look comfortable like you are. I just need
to finish up with you, and can dress and get back to class."

Frowning at the thought of going back to class, he happily put his hands
back behind his head and closed his eyes waiting for me to return.

Walking to the door I looked back at Eric and couldn't read what he might
be feeling.

"Hey son," I said, trying to sound reassuring, "Don't be embarrassed at
what just happened. You have been a really good boy and you proved you are
growing into a healthy young man."

He smiled nervously, his face bright red, proud I had referred to him as a
`young man.' I left the room through the back door, through my office, and
into the small reception room.

The nurse never told me my next patient, a new arrival named Ivan, had been
waiting for me in another exam room. After his vital signs were taken, and
while I was responding to the multiple buzzes, he was led out of the room
in his underwear. Opening a door, the nurse pushed him in, telling him to
take off his underwear and sit on the table. With his back turned to the
interior of the room, he dropped his underwear and turned around to sit on
the table, only then realizing Eric was laying there naked, equally
exposed.

They both stared at each other in shock. First eye to eye, then each looked
the other up and down a little more closely. When their eyes met again,
both Eric and Ivan had nervous smiles for each other.

'What else is going to happen today?' they both thought, in unison.