Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2011 16:20:47 -0800
From: Flip McHooter <1977.flip@gmail.com>
Subject: So Cal Summer 1969-Chapter 27

The story below is a work of fiction, except the location. All characters
named are figments of my imagination. This story contains explicit sexual
situations between high school aged boys, (and some girls). If this is
illegal, etc., well you know the drill.

Also, because it's based in the past, some of it may not be politically
correct as I have tried to be true to 1969. As much as I hate these terms,
I have tried to be true to 1969. Please don't flame me!

Thanks to everybody who has emailed me, I appreciate the tips and
feedback. Flip 1977.flip@gmail.com

Chapter 27


"Yeah! That's it. Take that hard cock all the way down. You got it goin'
on!"

"I love your cock."

"Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby."

"Jake, we gotta find out who that is," I said, trying to figure out who was
in there. "It's driving me crazy."

"It's probably just Lisa doing Cooper," he said, not all that excited. He'd
seen enough bishop on cooter sex to last him a lifetime. "Maybe he snuck
her in through the back after she dropped us off out front. But I'm
surprised that they're doing this so fast."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm sure that I heard two different guy's voices, and
now a girl," I said. "At least, I'm pretty sure. And besides, if it was
Lisa, I think I'd recognize her voice." We both stuck our heads back to the
door into the big training room.

"Yeah, that's it, c'mon, suck it. You know you like it," one of the mystery
voices said, emanating from the room.

"Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby," said another.

"See. There are at least two voices," I said. "I'm sure of it now."

"Yeah, you're right. But I thought I heard a chick before, too. Or maybe
Tucker is helping them out and he's talking really high," Jake whispered,
starting to laugh a little bit now at the absurdity of this.

"Or Coach Brian is helping them, and got his balls pinched," I said,
catching his vibe.

"Or maybe it's all of them, and your mom!" he said, starting to really
giggle quietly now. If he didn't pipe down, we were going to get caught.

"Do it to him, that's right, that's it. Keep it going on," a mystery voice
said.

"Shut up. More like your mom, my mom and your granny helping them out!"

"Ewww. That's just so gross. All of those wrinkly old hoo-hah's.  Cunt lips
flappin' in the wind! Yuck. You're such a doofus," Jake said.

"Okay, smarty, who do you think it really is?"

"Oh, yeah! I'm lovin' that. That looks perfect. Keep going down on that
hard cock," the first voice continued from the cracked door.

"It's your mom, my mom, Coach Brian, Lisa and Cooper, and maybe Sloan!
She's a girl," he said, holding his dick through his shorts with one hand,
about ready to piss them because he was laughing so hard, and covering his
mouth with the other hand, trying to stifle his laugh so he wouldn't get
caught.

"Now you're being the doofus."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby."

"Oh yeah, that's so hot!"

"Ooooh," said the female voice.

"I have an idea. C'mon, let's go see if the other door to this room is
unlocked. Maybe we can see from there what's going on. Follow me."

We walked quickly down the dark hallway to the second door into the room. I
wasn't sure what they used this room for, but I think it might be the room
that the assistant football coach's use to do rub-downs after practices. I
always wondered if the coaches got freaky with the football players, like
playing with their assholes when they gave them a rub-down or sucking their
cocks to make them feel better. I opened the door just a little, and peered
inside. I couldn't see anything because the room was divided in half by
some storage racks filled with old athletic equipment. It was darker on
this side but the lights were on behind the storage racks where the voices
were coming from. There were benches and cubbies for sports gear around the
perimeter. Thankfully, there weren't any piles of dirty jocks hanging
around, but it still had that funky locker-room smell. Jake and I tiptoed
in, and I shut the door quietly behind us. We could hear some groaning, but
the talking seemed to have stopped for now. We quietly padded over to the
storage racks, and after parting some of the equipment aside, very quietly,
we peeked through the rack, bumping our heads together. What we saw was
some creepy guy in tight black pants, wrinkly white shirt with dark pit
stains and skinny dark tie, moving back and forth while he filmed something
or somebody with a Super 8 movie camera. Once he moved to the side to get a
close-up, I could see exactly what it was that he was filming, and it
surprised me.

I saw Coach Brian leaning back on one of two red plastic massage tables,
arms behind him and his face staring up at the ceiling, eyes closed and
saying in a low voice, "Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby."

He had his legs spread wide, open for company. We could see the back head
of some redheaded girl bobbing up and down on his crotch, obviously sucking
on his dick. That had to be his girlfriend Samantha, the one that was going
to be teaching us Yoga later on. She had the same color ginger hair. But
why was the other smarmy dude filming them, I wondered? She must be awfully
good at giving head, because both the coach and the camera dude were really
focused on what was going on. Jake and I couldn't really see much else, but
every so often she would slip down and suck on his balls, and then we'd get
a good look at his hard cock. It wasn't anything special, really, except
that his cock was super hard and juicy and leaking pre-cum like crazy out
of the big purple head. Actually, the head of his cock was huge. Like the
ball on the end of a tether ball rope. I guess you could call him knobby! I
wished we could have seen more, but from this angle it was impossible to do
that. After we both got an eyeful, and not wanting to get caught, I nudged
Jake and we slowly backed out of the room. Both of us had boned up, and it
was pretty obvious to see our hard cocks sticking up in our tight shorts.

Once we were back out in the dim hallway, and we had quietly shut the door
behind us, I asked Jake, "Why do you think that guy was filming them? And
in there of all places? Geez. They could get in a shit-load of trouble."

"I don't know. Maybe he's making one of those movies like we saw in that
booth down at the porno theater. Maybe Coach and that girl make extra money
that way. She sure looks like she loves to give head. You have to admit, it
looked kinda hot doing it in a locker room, not that I'd wanna do it with
some creep filming me or with a girl for that matter."

"Yeah, maybe, like the two guys on the farm. Somebody had to film those
guys out there. Holy fuck! Is everybody making porn these days? Next it's
gonna be Lisa and Coop. Or my mom and dad on film. Fuck! Let's go wait
outside for Enzo and Kenji. This is getting too weird for me. I don't want
to get caught by Coach or his girlfriend when they come out of there. If
they see us standing out here they're gonna know we heard them. Man, it's
gonna be hard just to look at them in the face now."

"No shit. I just hope Coach's girlfriend doesn't have a big wad of dried
cum on her face when she teaches us Yoga later on. I don't think I could
take her seriously, and I'd probably start cracking up and piss my shorts,"
Jake said.

"Yeah, I agree. C`mon, let's book."

We went through the big locker room and then outside. We hung out in the
cool shade of the big brick gym building for about five minutes, talking
and laughing about what we just saw, until Enzo and Kenji came walking up
towards us. They didn't look too happy. Well, actually Enzo didn't look too
happy, while Kenji gave us a big smile when he spotted us. He was really
cute for a little guy. Enzo's shiner was still there, more red than black,
though. Kinda rainbow colored now.

"Hey, guys. How's it going?" I asked.

"Outasight. How are you two? I read in the paper this morning what happened
to you guys last night after we left the party and I was really
surprised. That must have been scary," Kenji said, walking up to us and
dropping his gym bag on the cement next to ours. "And I saw your picture,
too. I'm glad you guys are all right"

"Yeah, it was scary, but exciting. I've never seen a guy get his dick bit
off before," Jake said.

"Or fall down a big cliff," I added. "But I felt kinda sorry for that
dude."

"And there for a while it looked like the hippies were gonna riot with the
freakin' cops," Jake added.

"That shit could happen to anyone. What's the big deal?" Enzo asked,
looking around. "He was just a stupid cop."

"When was the last time that you got your dick bitten off, Enzo?" I asked.

"I'm just saying people get killed all the time. It's not like you guys are
heroes or anything. He brought it on himself. He should have just shot the
stupid coyote."

"Who said we were heroes? You know man, I don't know you very well, but you
seem like a real spaz. What's your problem? Are you jealous? Have we pissed
you off or something?" Jake asked Enzo, surprising me with his tone.

"Yeah, what's the deal, Enzo? You've had a big chip on your shoulder
lately. What's going on with you? You never were the friendliest guy in the
universe, but now you're being a real dick," I added, backing Jake up.

"Shut up you dorks. It's none of your fucking business. Get off my back."

"You should have seen him last night, at the party. He was whining all the
time. When we left he was so drunk that I didn't think we'd make it to my
house in one piece. And, you know," Kenji said, turning to Enzo, "you're
really mad at me all the time, too. How come?" All of a sudden this was
three against one.

"I said it's nothing! Get off my fucking back, you dumb shits," Enzo
yelled, and pushed past us and into the locker room. We just stood there
staring at him, trying to figure out what was going on in his head.

"What a turd buffet," Jake said.

Kenji started to go after him, but I held up my hand and said, "Let him
go. He needs to cool off. Whatever is going on, he's really hacked. Maybe
he's got a hangover. I'll try and talk to him later, but it probably won't
do any good."

"You're right; it probably won't do any good. What did you're sister say
yesterday? Something about a spider making a house up inside his ass?"

"Yeah, something like that," Jake said, giggling a little bit.

"As long as I've known him, he's always been kinda strange. But lately he's
really being a giant dong. You don't have any idea why he's acting like
that, do you, Kenji?" I asked.

"No, not really. I know his mom has been giving him a hard time lately," he
said. "She's really mean."

"Well, she is pretty kooky, that's for sure, but that shouldn't make him go
off on us like he's been doing," I said, thinking back to her phone call
from the other day.

"I know. His mom treats me like cat shit that got stuck on her sneakers
when I go over to his house," Kenji added.

"Just take off your shoes next time," I said, laughing. "And stay away from
cats."

"Yeah, right."

Since no one was around to overhear, Jake asked Kenji about having sex with
his coach at his other school.

"Well, I shouldn't say this, but you don't know any of them anyway so it
doesn't really matter. Our whole team got all sexy after practice
sometimes, especially after the meets to celebrate. They were sex freaks!
There were a couple of guys, me included, that liked to give the other guys
blow-jobs. For some reason I love having a guy shoot off in my mouth."

"Us, too," Jake said, looking over at me and grinning. "Well, just one
guy."

"Anyway, it was our secret and nobody made a big deal about it. Then Coach
caught us one time and he started to get into it, too. He liked to get
fucked up his ass. That's how I learned about butt sex with guys."

"The other guys never blabbed?" asked Jake.

"No, and we were careful not to get caught, and besides, there were only
about eight of us that did that stuff."

"Did you let them fuck you up the butt?"

"Yeah sometimes, but I liked sucking off the guys better. I love the taste
of cum," he said. "I could suck on a hard cock all day."

"You said you sucked off Enzo. Is he into guy sex?" I asked.

"You'll have to ask him. I don't mind talking about me, but I really
shouldn't talk about others and I shouldn't have told you that I do that
with him. Just like I'll never talk about what we did last night. I wish I
could though. That was so cool."

"I get it, Kenji. I wouldn't want you talking about us."

Just then, Coach Brian stuck his head out the door and told us to come on
inside the locker room so we could get started. His head was red and he was
pretty sweaty, but had a satisfied look on his face. Geez, I wonder why?

The three of us guys followed him into the locker room where we picked up
Enzo. Then the four of us followed Coach down the hall and into one of the
smaller, visitor's locker rooms. It was nicer in here than the bigger one I
was used to, and the lockers were better too. Plus, it was much more
private without a bunch of the little guys running all around at our feet
getting ready to go swimming.

"There are four lockers here for you guys, two on each side, so take your
pick. The locks all have keys and you can pin the keys to your sweats or
your suits for now, so they won't get lost. I gave you this kind of lock
because I hate dealing with guys who are always forgetting their
combinations and I don't have time for that right now. I've got too much
going on today. If you want a combination lock, bring your own and remember
the numbers.

"Right now, I need you to change into shorts and a jock, nothing else, and
meet me in the room next door. You guys have to get your sport physicals
first. My friend is a sports therapist down at SDSU, and offered to come up
here today and do this as a favor for me. Have all of you guys had one
before?"

We all said yes, except for Jake, but he said that he had a physical once
before with his family doctor, so he kinda knew what to expect.

"Good. Then get changed and head next door. I'll tell him that you guys are
on your way. When you guys are done with that, then you can change again
into your sweats and a t-shirt and head over to the gym to meet Samantha
for your first meditation and Yoga exercise," Coach said, and headed out
the door.

We dropped our gym bags on the wood bench, with Jake and me standing on one
side while Enzo and Kenji stood on the other, right behind us. Everybody
was talking about what to expect, since we were all pretty excited to be
finally doing our special practice. Everybody except for Enzo, that is. He
was behind Jake, off to the right a little, but I could see him out of the
corner of my eye while I was talking and changing clothes. He wasn't paying
any attention to us, and actually seemed to be rather shy. He had turned
his back around to everyone while he took off his clothes, and then stepped
into his jock and shorts, really fast. That was kinda weird, I thought,
because he had been on the water polo team and I knew he had to change in
front of all those other guys. And he didn't look like he should be shy
about his body. From what I could see, he was bigger and had broader
shoulders than Jake or me, probably because he was a year older. I think
Jake and I had better asses, `cause it looked like we worked out a lot more
than he did.

I wondered what he was trying to hide from us and I was curious to find out
what it was. I tried to see without looking obvious, but couldn't see any
reason for his modesty. I figured I'd find out later on, in fact, I was
sure of it. We had all summer to check each other out. Standing there
naked, I pulled on my jock, rearranged the family jewels, and then pulled
up my Bulldog red shorts. I shoved the rest of my street clothes into my
new gym bag. I was getting ready to toss it in my locker and slam the door
shut when I saw Enzo tighten up his shorts, turn around real fast, and
somehow, I'm not exactly sure how, elbow Jake right in the middle of his
back. Man, that had to hurt.

"Hey! What the fuck was that for, you asshole?" Jake said, turning around
and balling up a fist. It looked like he was going to give Enzo a good one
right in the kisser. "Don't you ever do that again, or I'll kick your
mother-fucking ass from here all the way to fucking China."

"Get out of my way, dick-breath, and you won't have a problem. Stop
crowding me, loser," was all Enzo had to say, before he turned and walked
away. If he stayed there a second longer, I'm sure Jake would have belted
him good, maybe not to all the way to China, but possibly down the street.

"I'm gonna kick that mother fucker's ass when we get out of here. I'm sick
and tired of that dumb shit," Jake said. "I don't care if he is a friend of
yours. He really chaps my anus."

"Yeah, well, I don't think you should do it here. I don't want you to get
kicked off the team on your first day. You know what happens when you fight
at school. I'm sure we can come up with another way to get even with him
and give him an attitude adjustment," I said. "And just so you know, he's
not really a friend of mine. He just lives down the street."

"Guys, please don't hurt him," Kenji asked us. "I don't think he meant to
do it. Something is really wrong with him-I'm sure of it now. He's not
usually like this. He's been really weird lately. Let me see if I can find
out what it is, okay guys?"

"All right, but I'm not going to take much more of his shit," Jake
said. "If he keeps it up, I'm gonna royally kick his ass, and that's a
promise."

"If Kenji doesn't figure out what's going on with him soon, I'll help you
kick his ass too, okay?"

"All right. But I'm not going to be anybody's punching bag."

"Thanks, guys. I'm sure I can calm him down."

The three of us finished getting ready, locked our lockers, and headed out
of the locker room and out into the hall. We wandered over to the room that
Coach wanted us to meet the doctor in, so he could listen to our hearts and
jiggle our balls around. As we walked through the door, we saw Enzo seated
in a small plastic chair, as close to the door as he could get. He was
balled up and looked like he was ready to run for the border. Coach Brian's
back was to us, and he was talking to some guy who I guessed was the
doctor, but I couldn't see him from this angle. The three of us took a
seat, Kenji sitting next to Enzo, then me, then Jake.

What happened next was totally unreal. We were sitting in those sculpted
plastic orange chairs, those ones that you can never get comfortable in,
waiting for Coach to finish yakking it up with the doctor and get on to
us. Jake was on my right, still fuming a little bit and staring down at the
floor, picking at his finger nail. Kenji was on my left, talking quietly to
Enzo and trying to calm him down, hoping to mellow him out and not cause us
any more trouble. I was looking down at my toes, seeing how tan they were,
and not really paying any attention to anything anybody was saying. Then,
Coach moved to the side, asked for our attention and began introducing us
to the doctor. I had to do a double and then a triple take, because the
doctor was the same guy that we saw filming Coach and his girlfriend with
the Super-8 camera! Man, I couldn't believe that this was the dude that was
directing that freaky sex scene with Coach and his chick, and now was gonna
squeeze our balls to check us out for hernias. Holy shit on a stick. This
guy's gotta be a real freak, I thought.

"Guys, please meet Doctor Hendrick Johnson. He's one of the sports doctors
for the men's athletic department down at SDSU. Starting this year, he will
be doing all of their swim and water polo team physicals there, and tending
to their injuries. He came up here as a favor to help me out and do your
sports physicals today. He's a good friend of mine and I'd like you to take
a second and thank him for doing that for us."

We gave him a half-hearted round of applause, as much as four disinterested
dudes could do for a guy that was going to be squeezing our nuts in just a
second.

"Thanks, fellas. Please call me Harry. Nice to meet you. You guys look good
and healthy, so this procedure should be pretty straightforward and then
you can get on with your practice. If you have any concerns or have any
problems that you want to discuss with me, let me know when we get inside
and we'll deal with it. I'm groovy with just about any question you may
have, and nothing bothers me. In fact, the freakier the better, I always
say," he said, with a skuzzy laugh and trying to lighten the mood.

"Okay," the four of us said, not all that excited to meet him. He really
didn't look like a doctor to me, and I was surprised that he and Coach were
friends. He wasn't athletic looking, and in fact, he was pretty scrawny. He
had greasy skin and a few pimples scattered around his face. But what
caught my attention most of all were his teeth. They were gross! Some were
black, some were missing, and all of them were crooked. He looked like he
could have been from England. What a creep, I thought to myself. Sloan
looked better than him, and smelled better, too. He better not get too
excited and get all hot on us or I'd have to deck him. And he better not
have a secret spy camera going on in there or I'd really have to deck him,
twice.

Coach started talking about what was going to happen next, which all of us
knew since we'd all done this before. Then he went on to say how the doctor
was such a good friend of his and how he had made a special effort to drive
up here and give us our exams as a special favor to him. Get over it,
already!

Watching the creepy doctor made my mind whirl. But after a second I had a
brainwave, a good one too, but I couldn't tell anybody my idea just yet. So
instead I leaned over and whispered to Jake, "I think I know how to get
even with Enzo for hitting you in the back."

"Okeydokey. You're the boss, dude. Go for it; just try not to get us in
trouble," he whispered, and then gave me a tiny smile out of the side of
his mouth. One of the many things I love about Jake is that he doesn't stay
mad for very long.

"The doctor is going to take each one of you, one by one, into the other
room and give you a quick exam to make sure you are healthy enough to be on
the team. You know the stuff, like listening to your lungs and making sure
you don't have a hernia or something serious that could keep you from
swimming. If everything is okay, once you are done, I'm going to take a
`before' picture of your upper body to compare to the `after' picture that
I'll take at the end of August to chart your progress. Does that sound like
a plan?"

"Sure Coach, no problem. Been there, done that," Kenji said, sorta bored.

"Who wants to go first?" he asked.

"I will," I said, raising my hand before the other guys could, with my plan
set firmly in motion. I stood up and shook the doctor's outstretched hand.

"Hi. Nice to meet you. What's your name?" he asked, with a sly wink, as we
walked into the small, dank room that was doubling as an exam
room. Thankfully, he didn't smile at me and show off those gross teeth. He
closed and latched the door behind me. I started to get second thoughts
about what I was going to do now and wondered why he locked the door behind
me. But then I thought again about how much I wanted to get even with Enzo
for hitting Jake in the back and then I got a second wind. Besides, the
guys were just on the other side of the door in case this nutjob went off
on me. All I'd have to do is yell.

"I'm Ryan. Nice to meet you, doctor," I said, giving him a nervous
grin. His hand was all sweaty and I wiped it off on my shorts. Yuck! "You
look awfully young to be a doctor.  Are you sure you've done this before?"

"I'm actually thirty-two. I just look young for my age. I recently finished
up my residency at Mass General in Boston last year."

"Wow. Congratulations. Are you getting paid for this gig?"

"No, not really. I help out Brian and he helps me out when I need it. Tit
for tat, I guess."

"What's a tat?"

"An inverted tit, I guess. I'm a doctor, not an English major."

"Okay. If you're all the way from Boston, then how do you know Coach Brian
so well?"

"We're just friends and business associates. But that's really none of your
concern."

"That's nice," I stretched out the last part. After a second, I said,
"Haven't I seen you somewhere else before? You look awfully familiar,
Doc. Maybe in a movie? I've seen some really good ones recently."

 "I don't think so. I'm not into Hollywood. And I don't recognize you."

"Well, I know you from somewhere, I just can feel it."

"Have you been down to SDSU recently?"

"No, I'm not old enough to check out the different colleges just yet. And I
can't really remember the last time I was in San Diego with my folks. What
time did you get up here?" I asked, starting to put my devious plan into
place.

"I drove up here early this morning, why?"

"No reason. Just trying to figure out where I know you from, that's
all. Maybe I saw you earlier. What kind of car do you have?"

"A sixty-three Corvair. Why?"

That figures. He drives a dork-mobile. "I thought maybe I saw you in the
parking lot. Like I said, I'm sure I know you from somewhere. It's not
everybody that wears skinny black pants, a white shirt and a skinny black
tie. You don't really look like a doctor. You look more like one of those
kooky Mormon dudes that ride around on their bikes telling everybody that
they are going to hell unless they join their church."

"Why would you say something like that? That's absurd. There's nothing
wrong with Mormons."

"I guess, if you want five wives and eighty kids, at least that's what my
grandpa says. He lives on the border of Utah, so he should know. But I
don't know, maybe I'm crazy. I do know for sure that I've seen you
someplace before and it's starting to wig me out. You don't think I'm nuts,
do you?" I said, trying not to laugh. This guy was a rube. I was pretty
sure he wasn't a doctor. Maybe a vet, but not a doctor.

"No, I'm pretty sure you're not `nuts', as you say. I usually can tell
those kinds of things. Get up on the table and let me listen to your
lungs," he said.

"Okay."

"Take a deep breath for me, please."

I took deep breath just like he asked, and then released it. This guy was
really sweating now, and he didn't smell so good. I thought to myself that
I better hurry this along and get the hell away from him before his stink
made me ralph. I didn't want him touching me any more than he had
too. "Have you been on Candid Camera before?"

"What's with you? Are you always this chatty?"

"Oh, sometimes, I guess, usually when I'm nervous. My mom gets mad at me
when I talk nonstop."

"I'm not surprised. Take another deep breath and hold it for me. And try
not to talk, okay?" He was starting to get pissed.

I did as he asked, and held it in until he told me to breathe out
again. "Hey, Doc, lemme ask you a question.  Since you said we could ask
you anything, do you think it's okay for a guy my age to go sneak into an
X-rated movie?"

"Huh? I thought I told you to be quiet for a minute. Well, I would say that
it's normal for a guy your age to want to see what's happening in a sex
movie, sure. Guys your age are always curious about that stuff. But you're
underage and therefore it's strictly illegal. Do you have some questions of
a sexual nature that you'd like to ask me?" he said, as he walked around
the front of the table and stared down at me. He seemed to be re-arranging
his balls in his tight black slacks, with his left hand in his pocket. This
guy was a super-duper freaky-deaky slime ball. I was afraid I had just hit
the jackpot, and some spot inside of him was about to erupt and then he'd
start foaming at the mouth. "If you want to ask me about sex, fire
away. I've heard and seen it all. I love sex questions."

I bet you do, I thought. "Well, geez, I'm not sure I should ask you. It's
kinda private. And it's not your usual wham, bam, thank-you ma'am, sorta
sex stuff."

"Go ahead. Nothing that you ask will bother me. Like I said, I've heard it
all before. It's all good and I can dig it. Let me listen to your chest
while you think about it."

"Okay." He leaned in and listened to my chest. He made me take a couple of
deep breaths and hold it, and I was pretty sure that I was going to puke if
he didn't get out of my face soon. Damn, he smelled so gross! Almost like
the Dark Man but not quite as bad.

Once he finished, I asked him, "Well, when you check me for a hernia, maybe
you can look at my dick and see if it's big enough so that I can be a porno
star. I've always wanted to perform on the big screen," I said. I had to
look down at the floor to keep from laughing out loud after I said
that. This was so cool messing with this dumb shit. "I'd like to see my
hard cock stretched out on that fifty foot screen!"

"Oh, well, sure. Okay, I guess I can do that," he said, giving me a strange
look while he wrapped the stethoscope up and set it on the table. "Well
then, let's get right to it. Pull off your shorts and we'll take a look,"
the doctor said, standing back and rubbing his hands together.

I stood up and slid off my shorts and jock in one quick move. Surprisingly,
I was starting to get a boner.

The doctor took a look and then reached out and palmed my dick. He started
fondling it with is sweaty hand, and against my brain saying `no', and
being kinda grossed out, little Ry started to bone right up. I sure hoped I
didn't catch some funky dick rotting disease from his sweaty hand.

"Well, I would say you have a fine looking penis for a guy your age. It's
pretty big for a, what, fifteen, sixteen year old? And you have a lovely,
long foreskin. That's a bonus. If you really wanted to act in pornographic
movies, I don't see any reason why you wouldn't be able to. And you seem to
be able to get an erection just fine, as well. I say, in a few years, when
you're old enough and if you want, go for it."

"Thanks, Doc. Go ahead and check for a hernia and let's get this over
with," I really wanted him to get his hands off my equipment before I said
anything else. I didn't want to take a chance and have him squash my balls,
because I was pretty sure I was about to piss him off, royally, with what I
was going to ask him next.

He did the usual test, shoving my balls up into my stomach, and having me
cough and all of that other stuff. Then he said I could put my clothes back
on. I turned around and shoved my tan ass out at him, just to fuck with
him. Man, was I relieved to be done with this.

"Why is it that you don't have a tan line?"

"Oh, you know, we go naked all the time at our pool. Ever since I was a
little dude. I like being naked and I'd like to be naked all the time if I
could," I told him, biting my tongue to keep from laughing at the last
part. "When I get my driver's license I want to drive around town naked."

"Okay," he said, lost in thought. "Just don't get pulled over."

"So, Doc, am I big enough to make movies?" I said, turning around and
pulling up my shorts.

"Um, I suppose. You know that size doesn't really matter; it's all about
how you use it, if you catch my drift. And you know, if you really want to
be a porno star, you have to be comfortable with an erection in front of
the camera and around other people."

"Oh, wow. I hadn't thought about other people being around. That could be
freaky. How do you know this stuff? Have you ever made a porno? Would I
have to waive my boner around in front of, like, fifty people? Both dudes
and chicks?"

"What?"

"You know, have you ever made one of those movies, sexy movies, like with
your friend and his girlfriend or something?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you do. You know so much about it. Maybe you were a director or a
sound engineer, or a cameraman once," I said, holding my fist up and using
my other hand like a crank. He was really starting to sweat now, and his
face was really red.

He stood there for a minute, eyeing me, wondering what I was up to. Then,
after what seemed like forever, he finally figured it out and let out a
deep sigh. "Okay, what did you see?"

"Nothing really. We just saw some adults doing something that they
shouldn't be doing in a boy's locker room. A certain girls head in the lap
of a certain coach, being filmed by a certain doctor, if he really is a
doctor. That's all. I bet Principal Moorhead would be interested in what
you guys were doing."

"Don't bet on it, son. Craven and I are good friends." He was starting to
get mad now. "And who are `we'?"

"Me and a few of my friends snuck in there and watched you guys. You really
should have locked the door." Man, déjà vu, I thought to myself.  But I
wasn't gonna fall for this stupid trick. "Well, my dad certainly would be
interested, even if Principal Moorhead isn't. My pop's a lawyer," I
lied. "Does Principal Moorhead make porn too? Man, who'd wanta watch it?
He's so fat he probably can't even see his dick!"

"All right, I get it, you little shit. What do you want?"

"It's simple really. The older kid out there, the bigger one with the dark
hair? His name is Enzo. I want you to give him a prostate exam, and make
him shoot his load. Really finger him up the butt. Embarrass him. Tell him
you need a sperm sample for a special research investigation you're
doing. Or tell him that his balls look outa whack and you need to check
them. Really tug and play with them. Twist them all around. You'd probably
dig it. Tell him that it's part of the exam and that you did it to us,
too. He's being a dick and he needs to be knocked down a peg. Do that and
this conversation never happened. Deal?"

"You're a little shit, you know that?"

"Call me what you want. Deal? Or do I talk to my dad?"

"Oh, all right. You got a deal. Now get the hell out of here, you little
snot," he said, and turned away from me. He was fuming and his face was all
red.

"And I want ten dollars too, so I can buy some grass. All of us guys need
to relax after what we just saw in there. Yuck!"

"What?" he said, staring at me. Finally, he pulled out his wallet. "Here
you go, you little fucker. Get out."

Man, was I glad to get out of there. I couldn't believe that I had just
pulled that off. I unlocked and opened the door, and then sat down next to
Jake. The Coach had left, and the rest of the guys sitting there looked
like they were about to fall asleep. Luckily, I was pretty sure that they
hadn't heard the doctor and me talking shit inside the little room. I
balled up the ten dollar bill so nobody could see it. I couldn't believe I
just did that. I never would have done that, but he really pissed me off. I
was really starting to think that he wasn't actually a doctor. What a slime
ball.

Jake leaned over and asked, "You all right? You seem kinda wiggy. How'd it
go?"

"A breeze. No sweat. Just don't let him stick his finger up your butt or
twist your balls around."

"What?"

"Who's next?" the so-called doctor called out.

"Go on. It's no big deal. Just don't let him stick his finger up your butt,
okay? I'll tell you why later. Trust me," I whispered.

"Okay," he said. After looking over at Kenji and Enzo, he told the doctor,
"I guess I'm next."

He was in and out of there no more than five minutes, and when he came out,
he plopped down in the hard plastic chair. "That guy was creepy," he
said. "Why would a doctor be filming Coach and that girl? I didn't want him
to touch me."

"I don't know, man," was all I could say. I didn't know either.

While Jake was in the little exam room, I had a chance to whisper to Kenji
to go next and leave Enzo for last. I told him that I had told the doctor
that I was worried about Enzo, and the doc was kind enough to do a thorough
exam to make sure he was okay. I felt bad about lying to Kenji, but being
pissed at Enzo trumped that charge.

Kenji went next, and was back out in a flash, just like Jake.

"That doctor was weird," was all he said, before settling in between me and
Enzo.

"Why? What'd he do?" I asked. If he fucked with Kenji I was gonna be
pissed.

"Nothing. He just seems greasy, like a freaky dude, I guess."

"You're next, son," the doctor said, pointing to Enzo.

Enzo got up and rambled into the room, and the door slammed shut behind
him.

"Jake. Change places with me. I want to try and hear what's going on in
there. I told the doc that Enzo's not feeling too well, and I want to try
and hear what they're saying in there."

"Okay."

The next few minutes seemed to drag on forever. I couldn't really hear much
of anything, except towards the end, when I heard Enzo say, "It's none of
your fucking business!"

Then, a few seconds later, Enzo was out the door, all red faced. He didn't
even bother to sit back down. Kenji jumped up and followed him out, while
to my right, the doctor appeared at the door.

"You," he pointed at me. "In here, now."

I looked at Jake and he looked at me, and then I jumped up and walked
through the door. He closed it hard behind him, and then after a tense few
seconds, asked me, "Do you have any idea what's going on with him?"

"No, not really. Only that he's been a real asshole to us and elbowed my
friend in the back for no reason earlier today. He's been a dork
lately. Why?"

"Any idea why his cock hairs are all shaved off?"

"What? Are you screwing with me?"

"He looks like he's ten. In my opinion, I think someone is abusing him."

"Oh, fuck!"

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Special thanks to my editors Jason T. and Hans for helping out with is
chapter.