Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2002 14:31:03 -0000
From: Gymnopedies <gym@softhome.net>
Subject: Appointment with the School Doctor

The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by location,
are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit
descriptions of gay sex.

Gymnopedies   March 2002
gym@softhome.net


This is part 1 of a 2 part story


Appointment with the School Doctor - Part 1: Diagnosis
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"I hope you've put clean underpants on this morning, Matthew."

Seated at the kitchen table, fourteen year old Matt Burridge suppressed a
groan. Slowly, he chewed and swallowed the spoonful of breakfast cereal
he'd just put into his mouth, ignoring his mother's voice as she called out
from the top of the stairs.

"Did you hear me, Matthew? I said I hope you've put on some clean
underpants."

Matt took a swallow of orange juice before he answered. "Yes, mum, I put on
clean underpants this morning. Just like I did yesterday, and just like I
do every other day." He spoke slowly and clearly as if answering a
particularly stupid question which had been asked by a complete idiot.

As he finished speaking, his mother appeared at the kitchen door. "Don't
get clever with me, Matthew," she said, obviously irritated. "When I ask a
simple question, I expect a simple answer. You're going to have to get
undressed for the doctor today and I don't want you caught wearing dirty
underwear."

"Mum, you know I put on clean underwear every day," Matt replied, making an
effort to hide is own irritation and sound polite.

"I just wanted to be sure," said his mother. "I still think it would be a
good idea if I were there for your examination."

Matt's heart rate instantly doubled and his mouth went dry. "But you
can't," he said, quickly. "You put on the form that you weren't going to be
there." Matt remembered all too clearly his last visit to the school
doctor. He'd been eleven at the time, and even at that age having to strip
to his underpants and be examined in front of his mother had been acutely
embarrassing. But then when the doctor had pulled down the front of his
underpants to check his balls and pull back his foreskin, all with her
watching, he'd just wanted to die. He was now fourteen, he had hair and
everything; just the thought of her seeing him naked was enough to turn his
bowels to water and cause a river of cold sweat to run down his back. "You
can't change your mind now," he pleaded. "None of the other boys will have
their mums there."

"Don't worry," his mother said. "I won't be coming. But I fail to see what
you have to get so worked up about, you haven't got anything that I haven't
seen hundreds of time before, even if it has grown a little bigger since
then."

Matt blushed scarlet and suddenly became extremely interested in his bowl
of cereal.

She stroked his hair, which annoyed him considerably as he'd just spent
twenty minutes staring into the mirror armed with a comb and gel trying to
make it look just right. "Just make sure you tell the doctor about that
cough you've had for the past few weeks."

"But I haven't coughed for ages," Matt protested.

"I could always come along and tell him myself."

"Okay, okay. I'll tell him. I promise."

His mother gave a satisfied nod. "Now hurry up and finish your
breakfast. You're going to be late."

Glancing at his watch, Matt realised that she was right, he needed to put a
spurt on. He gulped down the last of his cereal, grabbed his school bag and
set off out of the door, pausing only to glance in the hall mirror to
ensure his mother hadn't done too much damage to his carefully arranged
hair. Parents could be such a pain sometimes.

As he reached the gate, life threw another annoyance into his path. Coming
along the street was Linda Mullins. Walking to school with her was
something he could definitely do without, especially on this particular
morning.

Linda had a crush on him. She made no attempt at all to hide her feelings,
practically throwing herself at the boy every chance she got. This had been
going on for over a year. At first Matt had found it embarrassing, now
though it was just a nuisance. The fourteen year old wasn't
interested. What made it worse was that most of the other boys in his class
considered her a "seriously hot babe" and would follow her around with
their tongues hanging out begging for her attention. None of them could
understand why Matt hadn't responded to her obvious advances and "jumped
into her knickers" or "fucked her brains out".

But Matt's interests lay in a different direction; a VERY different
direction. He had a serious crush of his own, but not for a girl, his crush
was for another boy. Matt would spend countless hours daydreaming about
Gary Atkins. Gary was a prefect at Matt's school, he was eighteen years
old, average height, slim build, blond haired and blue eyed, and to Matt he
was a god. When Gary smiled it was like the sun coming out. Just passing
him in the school corridor between classes was enough to make Matt's heart
flutter and brighten up his entire day. The fourteen year old had no reason
to believe that Gary even knew he existed; a little voice in his head kept
telling him that he was wasting his time, that a popular, good looking guy
like Gary would never look twice at a boy four years his junior, but this
didn't stop Matt from trying. This was the reason for Matt's long periods
in front of the mirror trying to make himself look as good as possible; the
reason why he spent such a long time getting dressed and making sure his
clothes looked just right. If he kept trying, then perhaps one day there
just might be a chance that Gary would notice him.

"Hi Matt."

"Hi Linda." Matt forced a smile. She was still a few yards away and the
polite thing to do would be to wait for her to catch up. But Matt was in no
mood to be polite and just kept walking.

Linda broke into a short run then fell into step beside him. "You look good
today," she said.

"Thanks." Matt tonelessly accepted the compliment. Linda look okay herself,
but he decided against telling her so; there was no point in encouraging
her.

"Actually, you look good every day," Linda added. "That's one of the things
I really like about you, you always make an effort with your
appearance. Most of the other boys just don't seem to care what they look
like. Some of them look like they've slept in their clothes."

Matt nodded, vaguely, only half listening to here prattle.

"I hear you've got to see the school doctor today," Linda smiled. She
giggled in a girlish way. "I wish I was the doctor, I'd love to examine you
and get to check out all your little bits and pieces."

Matt sighed. He wondered how she had gotten to know. Of course, the answer
was obvious. His mother and her mother were friends. "Can we not talk about
it, please Linda?" he snapped.

She just laughed. "What's the matter? Nervous? Boys are always so shy when
it comes to anything like that. I bet I could help you get over your
shyness. Maybe we should get together sometime and 'examine' each other."
She put enough emphasis on the word 'examine' to make it completely clear
what she really had in mind.

"I said leave it, Linda." Matt's voice became louder as his temper got the
better of him. "Why don't you just leave me alone? You're always chasing
after me, following me around. But it isn't going to happen. Just get it
through your thick skull that I'm not interested."

As soon as he finished his tirade he was sorry. Even though what he had
said was true, he shouldn't have said it like he did. But the damage was
done. Linda stared at him, her face red and her lips pressed together in a
thin line. Wordlessly she turned and stormed away in the direction of the
school, leaving Matt standing alone on the pavement.

Oh, just great! Matt thought to himself. Now as well as feeling nervous
about the doctor, he also felt guilty about having upset Linda. Just how
much worse was the day going to get?

As it turned out, the rest of the day was pretty uneventful; except of
course for the encroaching examination appointment, which wasn't until late
afternoon. As the day went on Matt discovered that on this visit the doctor
appeared to be interested only in the boys; no girls had been given
appointments. There didn't seem to be any particular pattern as to who had
been selected. Most of the boys chosen were from the year above Matt's,
with a few from Matt's own year and a couple from the year below. By
lunchtime there were plenty of rumours going around about what exactly the
examination involved; some were so over the top that Matt dismissed them
immediately, but others were a little more worrying. He wasn't happy when
he heard that there would be a female nurse present, especially as another
of the stories said that the boys were being kept totally naked for the
entire examination. There was also a story that the nurse was taking
measurements of every part of the boy's bodies, including, so one boy
claimed, the length of their erect cocks. But the one that made Matt most
nervous was the claim that the doctor was putting his finger into each
boy's arse-hole; what he was searching for in there, Matt shuddered to
think!

As the time for his examination approached, Matt made his way to the
school's medical room. It was actually two rooms, an outer one with a table
and a few chairs which was used primarily as a waiting room and a slightly
larger inner room which contained a bed and various cupboards. Matt had
only been in there once before, when he had sprained his ankle playing
football and had been sent to have it looked at by the school
nurse. Whatever happened, he decided that this arrangement was better than
when he'd last seen the doctor, at his previous school; this had been a
small school had no medical room at all and the doctor was seeing the
children in the school staff room. Even though there had of course been no
teachers in there at the time, it had still felt very uncomfortable,
stripping off amongst the easy chairs where the teachers normally relaxed
between lessons.

Matt went straight into the outer room as he had been instructed, and sat
down to wait. There was no one else around, but his eyes were drawn to the
pile of clothing on one of the chairs. This must belong to whoever was in
there at the moment, obviously it meant that Matt was going to have to
strip down before going into the inner room. He wondered if perhaps he
ought to be undressing now, but the written instructions he'd been given
had merely said to enter and wait, there was nothing about stripping
off. He decided to take the instructions at face value and keep his clothes
on as long as he could. Then, with a start he realised that the top item of
clothing on the pile was a pair of boxers. His stomach turned over. This
could only mean that at least one of the stories he'd heard had been right;
he was going to have to be completely naked.

He sat and waited for around ten minutes, fighting a battle with the
butterflies in his stomach. It was no big deal, he kept telling
himself. People were checked out by doctors every day, it was nothing to
get uptight about. In fact, was hardly any different from showering with
the other boys after a PE lesson. But however much he reasoned with
himself, it didn't seem to make him feel any better. All this waiting
around sure didn't help. He wondered what was happening in the other room,
but the only sound coming through the closed door was the muted buzzing of
voices, he couldn't make out what they were saying. He wondered vaguely who
was in there at the moment and whether it was anyone he knew. A slight
thrill went through him as it occurred to him that since the boy, who ever
he was, was naked in the other room and all of his clothes were out here,
he would still be naked when he came out. Then a wild thought occurred to
Matt. What if by some amazing stroke of fate the clothes belonged to Gary
Atkins. He imagined his idol coming through that door, naked as the day he
was born. The image had a predictable effect and Matt felt a stirring in
his groin. As he realised what was happening he began to panic. Any moment
now he would be required to take all of his clothes off and here he was
getting an erection. He cursed himself for being so stupid. The clothes
couldn't belong to Gary anyway. >From what Matt had heard, this examination
session was confined to thirteen, fourteen and fifteen year olds; Gary, at
eighteen, was well outside the range.

In his keyed up state, Matt almost had a heart attack when the door
opened. And he almost dropped down dead with shock when Gary Atkins came
out.

There was however a major difference between the real Gary Atkins and the
one in Matt's short fantasy of moments before; the real one was fully
dressed and carrying a clipboard.

Gary gave Matt a brief but friendly smile then glanced down at his
clipboard. "Are you Matthew Burridge?"

"Yeah, but it's Matt, not Matthew," Matt corrected, automatically. "Only my
mum calls me Matthew."

"No problem, Matt it is," said Gary, sitting on the empty chair next to the
fourteen year old. "You play for the school under 15s, don't you? I've seen
you play, you're pretty good. I'm Gary by the way."

"Thanks," Matt blushed, thrilled both with the compliment and the fact that
Gary had recognised him, even if the older boy hadn't known his name. "And,
yeah, I already knew who you were."

"You did? I didn't realize I was so famous." Gary gave what Matt thought
was a dazzling smile. "You look a bit nervous. Try not to worry, it's not
so bad in there. The doctor's pretty cool for an older guy and there's no
needles or anything so he's not going to do anything that will hurt. I
guess you're wondering where I fit in."

"Well, maybe just a bit."

"More like a lot," Gary replied, his smile broadening even further. "You've
probably noticed the doctor's running a bit late. It's because during the
examination he has to collect all sorts of measurements for some daft
statistical survey or something. It's nothing for you to get uptight about,
mainly it's strange things like the distance between your elbow and wrist
and between your elbow and shoulder and loads of other similar stuff. God
knows what use it's going to be to anybody. Anyway, when he started this
morning he had a nurse helping him with the measuring but half way through
the morning she went home sick; some woman's trouble or something." He
pulled an unpleasant face. "By lunch time he was miles behind schedule. It
seems that they couldn't get a replacement for the nurse so the doctor
asked if there was anyone else who would be able to lend a hand. It was a
choice of either one of the teachers or one of the prefects and they
decided it would be less embarrassing for you lot if one of the prefects
did it. So I ended up with the job."

"So you're helping the doctor with the examinations?" Matt asked.

"Not exactly," Gary answered. "I'm just doing some of the measuring and
writing the results down on a form."

Matt remembered one of the rumours he'd heard. "Is it true what they're
saying that everything gets measured? You know... down there?" He nodded in
the direction of his crotch, trying not to blush.

Gary grinned. "Yeah, it's true. But only if you get a boner during the
examination."

Matt's mouth went dry. "What do you mean?"

"If you get hard, you get measured," Gary explained. "There's no point in
measuring it soft since it doesn't have a constant size, though there's
only been one kid so far this afternoon who didn't throw a woody. Don't
worry though, it's the doctor that'll be measuring you down there. I just
get boring arms and legs, he gets all the interesting stuff."

Matt didn't know whether to be please or disappointed at this news. Though
he was determined that he was going to avoid getting an erection if he
could possibly help it.

"We'd better get started here," said Gary. "Otherwise you won't be ready
when the doctor finishes the one he's on at the moment. Get your kit off
and leave it on the chair, it'll be safe here."

"Do I have to take everything off," Matt asked.

"I'm afraid so," Gary confirmed.

Reluctantly Matt began to pull off his clothes, dropping them on the chair
as instructed. "It feels funny getting undressed with you stood watching
me," he said.

"I can always turn my back if you like," smiled Gary. "But I don't think
there would be a lot of point as I'm going to see everything when we get in
there anyway. Just think yourself lucky your mother didn't decide to come
with you."

"She seriously considered it," said Matt, with a frown.

Gary chuckled. "There was a guy this afternoon who's mother came. I think
he was from the year above you. Shit, just imagine it! Fifteen years old
and having your mother go with you to the doctor. I felt really sorry for
the poor sod, especially when he popped a boner; I don't know who was the
most embarrassed, him or his mother. The doctor doesn't like parents to
come either. It slows things down. If one of the parents is there he has to
completely finish the examination before getting started on the next. He
likes to overlap them to save time; while he finishes examining one, I
start the measuring on the next."

By this time Matt was down to just his boxers. He paused before taking this
final step.

Gary's gaze travelled up and down the younger boy. "You've got a really
nicely toned body," he said. "Do you work out?"

"Not especially," Matt blushed. "But I do a lot of sports."

Gary nodded. "I thought so, it shows. Be quick and get those shorts off and
let's get in there before he sends out a search party to find out where
I've gone. You're the last one of the day and I don't think he'll be happy
if he has to wait around for you."

Shyly, Matt turned his back on the eighteen year old before removing his
shorts. At least he was no longer in immediate danger of getting
erection. In fact, his nervousness had caused his penis to shrink and his
balls to pull up tight to his body. He really didn't want to turn around,
convinced that the older boy would fall about laughing at the size of his
tackle. But when he did turn he deliberately avoided covering himself and
stared defiantly at Gary's face watching for even the slightest trace of
humour.

Gary, however, didn't laugh, he just gave Matt an encouraging smile and led
the way into the other room.

As Matt followed Gary through the door, he couldn't help but stop and stare
at the sight which greeted him. Sitting facing him, on the bed, was Carl
Watson, a boy from the year above Matt's. Matt knew Carl quite well, as the
previous year they had both played for the same football team, and he had
even seen Carl naked a couple of times in the showers after matches. But
he'd never seen him like this before. Carl was sporting the biggest boner
that Matt had ever seen. This was not actually such an achievement, as the
only erect penis that Matt had ever seen, except for in his dreams, was his
own, so the fourteen year old didn't have much experience to draw on in
that department. But the sight of Carl's cock standing stiff and proud was
enough to stop the young teen in his tracks. Seeing Matt's reaction, Carl
turned a deep red and placed his hands in front of himself.

The other person in the room was a middle aged man in a dark suit, standing
next to the bed, who Matt assumed must be the doctor. The man was busy
writing something, but he looked up and smiled as they entered.

"You must be Matthew," said the doctor.

"Matt. He prefers to be called Matt, not Matthew." Gary had jumped in with
the correction before Matt had had chance to respond. The older boy grinned
at the youngster, who nodded his thanks.

"Oh, well, Matt if you prefer." The doctor waved his hand absently. "I'll
be ready for you in a few moments Matt, but until then Gary is going to
start taking some measurements. It's a bit of a bore I'm afraid, but it's
nothing at all for you to worry about. All you need do is just stand there
and let him get on with it." The doctor turned his attention back to the
boy on the bed.

"Told you he's not so bad," Gary whispered, bending close to Matt's ear. He
led the boy to stand by a small table, next to the bed, which held a
measuring tape and a pile of papers. "Hold out your left arm."

Matt put out his arm as requested. Picking up the tape, Gary began taking
measurements and writing the results on one of the papers. The doctor had
been right, it was a bore. Matt stood patiently as the older boy carefully
measured the length of each finger, the length of his forearm between elbow
and wrist, the circumference of his forearm at it's widest point; Matt was
asked to flex for this one, the list went on an on. But whilst all this
measuring was boring, what was happening on the bed certainly wasn't!

The room wasn't exactly large and was arranged so that the bed stood with
it's top end against the wall, allowing access to both sides. The doctor
was working on the opposite side of the bed to where Matt was being
measured, this meant that Matt had an unobstructed, close-up view of the
boy who was being examined.

The doctor had now got Carl to lay on the bed, flat on his back, with his
arms at his sides. This meant that his cock, which was still fully hard,
lay on his flat stomach. Try as he might to look at other things, Matt
found his eyes drawn towards that hard organ. He was fascinated by the way
it would twitch and jerk up off the boy's stomach for a second before
falling back down again. With a start, Matt noticed the stirrings in his
own groin and knew that he was about to get a boner of his own. He tried to
think of other things; there was poster on the wall, something about eating
healthily, but somehow it didn't take his mind off the problem.

The doctor chose that moment to reach down and take hold of the head of
Carl's twitching erection. The boy on the bed gave a soft involuntary gasp
as his foreskin was pulled fully down to reveal the purple crown
beneath. That was when Matt knew he had lost the battle.

As he watched the doctor gently squeeze Carl's swollen glans between his
fingers, Matt felt his own penis stiffen and rise up to full hardness. He
was horrified, no one had ever seen him hard before. He felt blood rush to
his face and his cheeks begin to burn with shame.

"Stop getting so worked up about it," Gary's voice whispered gently in his
ear. "Exactly the same thing has happened to almost every kid who's been in
here today. You've nothing to be ashamed of."

Matt forced a smile, which Gary returned, giving the younger boy's shoulder
a comforting squeeze.

"That's your arm's done," said Gary, in a normal voice. "Now it's your
legs, though I'm going to have to be careful not to get my eye poked out
while I'm down there."

The doctor heard this and looked up, frowning. "That's enough, Gary. I
don't want to hear anymore comments like that. Just concentrate on what you
are doing." He returned his attention back to examination of Carl's penis.

>From his kneeling position on the floor, Gary looked up at Matt and gave a
sly wink, causing the fourteen year old to smile in spite of his feelings
of embarrassment.

"Turn over onto your side, please Carl, facing away from me and pull your
knees right up to your stomach," said the doctor, letting go of Carl's
erection. As the boy rolled over the doctor proceeded to pull on a
disposable glove and squeeze some sort of gel onto one of the fingers.

Matt couldn't believe what he was watching. Even though he couldn't see
exactly where the doctor pushed his finger, it didn't take much imagination
to work it out, especially considering the way Carl had screwed his eyes
shut and was breathing heavily. Matt had heard stories about guys fucking
each other and had sometimes wondered what it would be like to have another
boy's hard dick pushed up his arse. Sometimes at night in bed he'd touched
himself there, but whilst rubbing his finger over the hole had felt good,
when he'd tried to push the tip of his finger inside it had hurt like hell
and he'd quickly stopped. He felt a strange mixture of fear and excitement
knowing that in a few minutes time he would be undergoing the same
procedure as the boy on the bed.

The doctor's forehead was furrowed with concentration. "Nearly done, just
try and relax," he said, responding to the low, involuntary moans that Carl
was making. "There, that's it. All finished." Carl gave a long sigh of
relief as the doctor's finger came out of his hole.

As Matt watched the doctor, quickly wiped Carl's arse with a paper towel,
then stripped off the glove, tossing it into a bin before turning away to
wash his hands in the sink At that moment the back of Gary's fingers
briefly brushed against his balls, causing him to jump.

"Sorry." Gary, looking extremely guilty, mouthed the word rather than spoke
it aloud, then glanced across to make sure the doctor hadn't seen. Matt
assumed the touch had been an accident as Gary took his leg measurements,
though accident or not, the contact had caused his cock to jerk in
response.

Matt had been trying not to think about the fact that the boy he idolised
was kneeling on the floor in front of him; the older teen's face was little
more than inches away from Matt's engorged erection. But the brief touch to
his balls, even under these circumstances, had felt great. He wanted so
much to feel Gary's strong fingers around his cock. He wished it were Gary
who was about to examine him so intimately and push a finger up his arse,
instead of that old fart of a doctor. With a start, he realised that once
again he was letting his mind get carried in a direction inappropriate to
his situation. His cock was now harder than ever and his piss slit, peeking
out through his stretched foreskin, was shiny with precum. "Oh fuck," he
muttered silently to himself.

"You're done Carl," the doctor announced. "No problems, nothing to worry
about. You can go and get dressed now."

Self-consciously, the boy climbed up off the bed, his erection standing
straight up in front of him. Pulling a face, he briefly wriggled his hips
as if to rid himself of the feeling of the doctor's digit in his arse hole,
then quickly disappeared out of the door in search of his clothes.

With a sinking feeling, Matt knew that it was now his turn to be intimately
probed and poked.

"How are you doing there, Gary?" the doctor asked.

The eighteen year old looked up from his position on the floor. "I've still
to get most of the measurements for his right leg."

The doctor muttered something inaudible then said, "Leave it. As long as
you've done the left leg, I'll use those to make up some figures for the
right. He looks pretty symmetrical to me." He looked Matt up and down and
gave him a grin. "I think this whole measuring thing is a pointless idea
anyway," he explained. "It's takes me long enough to make sure everything
is in working order without wasting time collecting statistics that will in
all probability never be used for anything."

Matt felt a moment of relief. Perhaps this meant that the doctor wouldn't
after all be taking the most embarrassing measurements. However, the relief
was short lived.

"Pass me the tape, Gary. I suppose we'd better get this last bit out of the
way so that I can get on with what I'm really here for." The doctor held
out his hand and Gary gave him the measuring tape.

Gently, but firmly, the doctor took hold of the head of Matt's erection and
pushed it down until his hard cock was parallel with the floor. Then, using
the tape, he measured its length from root to tip.

"Five and a half inches," he said, aloud, giving Matt a smile. "Not bad for
a youngster." Wrapping the tape around the shaft, about half way along it's
length, he measured its girth. "Almost exactly 4 inches." Gary dutifully
recorded these measurements onto his clipboard.

"Did you masturbate this morning?"

 The doctor's question, coming right out of the blue, left Matt with his
mouth hanging open in shock. He was still trying to come to terms with the
fact that this was the first time anyone had ever touched his erect penis
and to have such a personal question thrown at him without any warning had
left him completely lost for words.

"Erm... er.... no," he stuttered, feeling his face begin to flush.

"I thought not," the doctor observed, "considering your over excited
state." He was referring to the sticky fluid which coated the tip of Matt's
dick. "I suppose you do masturbate?"

This was turning out even more embarrassing than Matt had expected. "Well,
yeah, I guess," he mumbled, staring down at his feet.

"Speak up, young man," said the doctor. "Masturbation isn't something dirty
that you should be ashamed of. We all do it. I do it. So does young Gary
here. Don't you Gary?"

"Eh? Erm... yeah, I guess."

Matt looked up at the eighteen year old and was relieved to see that even
Gary could be shocked by something. Going by the colour of his face, this
line of questioning had come as a surprise to the older boy as well.

The doctor just shook his head. "It always amazes me how young people can
joke and talk openly about all sorts of sexual matters, but ask them if
they masturbate and they suddenly decide they are shy." He looked directly
at Matt. "If you, young man, had masturbated this morning, you may not be
in the state you're in now. Unless of course you're overactive in that
department. Do you have any problems with night time emissions?"

"With what?" Matt had only been half listening; he was busy wishing he were
somewhere else.

"He means do you get wet dreams?" Gary grinned, apparently now recovered
from his own embarrassment.

"Yes, thank you, Gary," the doctor frowned. "I can manage without your
help."

"No, I've never had one of those," Matt said, quickly, hoping to bring and
end to this topic of discussion.

The doctor appeared satisfied. He picked up a paper towel and casually
cleaned the worst of the precum from Matt's penis, while the fourteen year
old just stood and watched, mortified. Throwing away the paper towel, the
doctor asked Matt to stand with his legs slightly apart and the proceeded
to have a good feel of the boy's balls, rolling them around between his
fingers, first one and then the other. "Good, there doesn't seem to be any
problems down there," he said, standing back. "Just sit up on the bed for
me."

The next few minutes were filled with routine checks as the doctor examined
Matt's ears and eyes and pressed his tongue down with a wooden spatula so
that he could see down his throat. He had a good feel at the glands in
Matt's neck, then used his stethoscope to listen at the boy's chest and
back. Matt flinched at the first touch of the cold metal disk, but
otherwise none of this bothered him at all; his mind was focused entirely
on what he knew would shortly follow.

After checking Matt's reflexes by getting him to cross his legs and tapping
his knee with a small hammer, the doctor paused the examination to write
down a few notes, leaving the fourteen year still sitting on the bed.

Throughout the examination Gary had just stood and watched. Matt now felt a
little more comfortable with the older boy's presence and it no longer
bothered him quite so much that he was naked in front of the eighteen year
old, though he still wished that his erection would go away. At least,
being the last appointment of the day, there wouldn't be another boy coming
in to watch the last part of his examination, like he had done with Carl.

"Right, let's get this finished," said the doctor, laying aside his
papers. "Lie down flat on your back. Just try and relax."

They were fast approaching the part that Matt had been dreading the most
and his heart began to pound in his chest. He tried to follow the doctors
advice and relax, but all he could think about was where the doctor was
going to be putting his finger.

The doctor spent a couple of moments pressing various places on Matt's
stomach, asking the boy if there were any discomfort. To which Matt replied
that there wasn't. Happy with this, the doctor moved his hand lower to took
and firm hold of the boy's dick. Holding it pointed directly upwards, he
skinned back the foreskin.

As the doctor touched Matt's erection, the boy was unable to suppress a
shudder and he sucked in a deep breath through his nose. He'd never
realized before just how sensitive his cock was. The feeling of cool air on
his glans as the doctor pulled back his foreskin was incredible, he
couldn't remember ever being this hard before. Knowing that Gary was just a
couple of feet away, watching everything that was happening, was both
embarrassing, but at the same time incredibly erotic. Matt let out a gasp
as the doctors fingers made contact with his swollen glans, squeezing it to
open up the hole. He wished the doctor would hurry up, much more of this
and he knew he was going to shoot, it was such an effort not to thrust
upwards with his hips. He tried to ignore the tingling of approaching
orgasm building in his groin.

Just as Matt thought he couldn't hold back any longer, the doctor released
his cock, letting flap back down onto his stomach. The boy was feeling a
strange mixture of disappointment and intense relief. He had almost reached
the point of no return and to be denied release at this stage was almost
painful, yet at the same time the humiliation he would have felt if the
doctor had caused him to shoot his load, especially in front of Gary, would
have been truly awful.

"Almost done," said the doctor. "Roll over onto your side and lift your
knees up to your stomach."

This was it, this was the bit he had been dreading most. The butterflies in
Matt's stomach were performing a frantic mating dance as he rolled over to
face Gary. The older boy gave him a sympathetic smile then turned his
attention to whatever the doctor was doing behind Mat's back.

In his mind, Matt pictured the doctors actions as he'd watched him prepare
to do this to Carl earlier. The doctor would be putting on his disposable
glove and squirting the gel onto his finger. It seemed to be taking
forever, Matt wondered why it was taking so long. Having his knees pulled
up had caused his arse cheeks to part and he could feel the cool air on his
exposed hole. He felt his anal ring clench tightly closed, anticipating the
doctor's touch. He jumped as he felt the doctor's hand on his hip.

"You need to try and relax," said the man, "This will only take a minute
and at the very worst it should only be mildly uncomfortable.

Something cool and moist touched Matt's hole and he automatically clenched
even tighter. He felt the doctors finger pressing against him, lightly at
first, but then more firmly.

"Relax, Matt, don't fight it," the doctor warned. "This will be more
uncomfortable for you if you do."

It was no good, Matt couldn't stop himself from tensing up. He felt the
pressure on his ring increase and the doctor's fingertip slip inside
causing him to give a gasp of discomfort."

"Take it easy, Matt." This time it was Gary who spoke, in a soft, calm
voice. The older boy placed a comforting hand on Matt's shoulder, his
gentle touch so cool and reassuring. Just for a moment Matt was distracted
and he relaxed in spite of himself. That moment was all it took for the
doctors finger to slip all the way inside.

Matt let out a groan. This was something like he had never felt before. He
was once more on verge of orgasm. Such a mixture of sensations, the
doctor's finger in his arse, his hard cock, throbbing between his thighs
and the wonderful feeling of Gary's cool hand on the bare skin of his
shoulder. Before he knew what he was doing he was once again clenching with
his anal ring, but this time trying to draw the doctor's finger further
inside him. He felt the finger move and suddenly it was as if a button had
been pressed and a bolt of electricity fired through his groin. His eyes
focussed on the concerned face of the eighteen year old he had so long
lusted after and his hips tried to thrust forwards, in spite of his curled
up position. "Ooooh, Gary," he groaned, softly, and jets of white cum
spurted from his cock, splashing against his stomach and dribbling down
onto the bed.

For long moments Matt just lay there with his eyes closed, breathing
heavily. He couldn't believe what he had just done. Cumming in front of the
doctor was bad enough, but having Gary there to witness it as well was
worse, and worst of all, he'd actually moaned Gary's name as he shot. He
wondered how he was going to face the eighteen year old. What if Gary told
people about what he'd done? Everyone would be laughing at him.

"Hey, Matt, it's all over." Gary gently shook the boy's shoulder.

Reluctantly Matt opened his eyes, but deliberately looked away, avoiding
the older boy's gaze.  The doctor had just finished washing his hands and
was drying them. "You've nothing to be upset about, young man. You aren't
the first person to ejaculate during an examination and you won't be the
last. At least it shows everything is in working order." He threw Matt a
paper towel. Clean yourself up and then you can go and get dressed. We're
all finished here."

Matt caught the towel and cleaned off his dick and stomach, all the time
keeping his eyes down. He was about to wipe the bed when he once more felt
Gary's touch on his shoulder."

"Leave that," Gary said. "I'll take care of it, you go and get yourself
dressed. I'll come out in a moment."

Still keeping his eyes downwards, Matt handed over the towel. Worse and
worse, now Gary was going to be cleaning up his cum! He went quickly
through the door to the outer room where his clothes were waiting, closing
the door behind him. He dressed probably faster than he had ever dressed in
his life before, determined to be away from there before the eighteen year
old appeared. His luck was in; the door to the inner room remained firmly
closed as he hurried away.


Part 2 to follow.


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