Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2001 08:00:58 -0600 From: Tim Foure Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 15" (inc) (MB) (MM) Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I Extending the Family. Chapter 15 Mike by Tim Foure copyright 2001 by Tim Foure If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica where you live, then you should not read this story. The other usual disclaimers too. ___________ Chapter 15 Mike 1977 Charlie set up the appointments for physicals for me and Chris. Mom was going to call his receptionist to do it, but he said it would be better if he did it since he would schedule us at the end of his day instead of in the morning when he usually did physicals. He said that way we wouldn't have to miss any school, and since we would be his last patients, he could bring us home afterwards. I was surprised he scheduled us for two different days. I thought he would do both physicals at the same time. I had no trouble getting to Charlie's office on the bus. It was on the same line as my dad's apartment, but not as far from school. There were three people waiting when I got to the office. The receptionist introduced herself as Sherry when I told her who I was. She acted as if she already knew me even though I'd never been there before. She passed me through a door with a buzzer, met me on the inside, and led me down a hall to a small room with a table in the middle. "What do I do?" I asked her. At Dr. Byrd's office the nurse always came to get us and my Mom always went in with me. I felt kind of funny being there all by myself. "Just have a seat there and wait. Alice, she's Dr. Reese's nurse?" She said it as if she was asking me instead of telling me. "Alice'll be along in a minute and she'll tell you." I sat on the only chair in the room. There was also a little round stool on rollers. The walls were bare except for a sink in one corner with a shelf over it, a blood pressure gadget near the table, and three hooks near the door. I thought about Sherry calling Charlie "Dr. Reese" and decided I'd better get used to hearing that. It also occurred to me that Mom would be Mrs. Reese when they got married. I knew my name would stay the same because there were other kids in my class whose parents were divorced. After I'd been sitting for a few minutes, Alice came in. She was plump and had a nice smile. She said my name rather than asked it, but she looked at me as if she was waiting for an answer. I was waiting for her to say something else, so I didn't reply. After she'd waited a few seconds, she asked, "That's you, right?" "Oh! Yeah, that's me." "Have to be sure. Be a shame to give you the wrong kind of exam, wouldn't it?" She actually had a twinkle in her eye. "Yeah, sure would," I agreed. "Hop up here on the table for me." As soon as I moved to the table, she shoved a thermometer in my mouth. While we were waiting for it to register, she wrapped a blood pressure cuff around my arm and took a reading. I felt it tighten on my arm and watched the mercury go up and then down in the gauge, but since I didn't have any idea what my blood pressure was supposed to be or even how to read the gauge, it didn't mean anything to me. She pulled the thermometer out of my mouth, looked at it, and shook it down. I did know what my temperature was supposed to be, so I asked, "What is it?" "Normal. Just perfect. Same for your blood pressure. Follow me." She was out the door in a flash. I followed her along the hall I had come in through and then down another that ended at a scale. "Step on the scale." When I did and she had recorded my weight, she handed me a paper cup and told me, "Go in the rest room and urinate into the cup for me. Just leave it sitting on the toilet when you're finished." She pointed at the rest room door, which was half open. I wondered if she was waiting outside the door for me. Thinking she was had the same effect on me that someone watching me pee at a urinal has. But finally I managed to squeeze out half a cup. When I opened the door, she was nowhere to be seen. I stayed by the rest room because I wasn't sure which room I had been in. Two or three minutes later Alice came out of a room, looked in my direction, and told me to follow her. When I was back in the examination room, she handed me the piece of cloth she was carrying and told me, "Take off you clothes and put this on. Dr. Reese will be with you in a few minutes." Then she was gone. I took off my clothes, hung them on the hooks by the door, and put on the jacket she had given me. It had laces at the neck but it didn't fasten anywhere else. I pulled it closed and sat on the table. I wasn't sure whether or not she would come back. A few minutes later Charlie opened the door. He said hello and I did too. Then I told him, "I was afraid she'd come back. This thing she gave me to wear doesn't cover you real well." I gestured to make it clear what part of my body I was talking about. "It covers more if you don't have it on backwards." "Backwards? You mean this isn't the way you wear it?" "No. The opening is supposed to be in the back." "Then your butt would hang out. At least this way I can hold it closed over my dick." "Honest, the opening is supposed to be in the back." He chuckled. "Want to put it on right?" "No, guess not. Tell you the truth, since she's not coming back, I don't see what I need it for. You see me with nothing on most every morning you're at our house. Course, you're usually not wearing anything either." "You can put it on right or take it off, but I'm staying just the way I am." "Hey, I didn't mean for you to take your clothes off," I said as I untied the lace and let the jacket slide down my arms. Charlie began examining my head. He told me what he as going to do before he did each thing. It was funny to have his face just a few inches from mine as he looked into my eyes and my ears. I could tell he was holding his breath so I did the same thing. When he told me he was going to listen to my heart and lungs, he added, "I'm holding the end of this stethoscope to warm it up, but somehow it always still feels cold when it touches bare skin." He was right, too. I jerked when it touched me. "Sorry," he said. "It's ok, really," I told him. He had me take deep breaths and hold my breath as he listened. When he was finished, he told me, "Good steady beat. Your lungs are good and clear too." All this time I was ok with just sitting there naked and having him touch me. Then he started on my feet and legs. He told me he was going to test my reflexes. He took hold of my thigh and tapped me on the knee with a funny little hammer. My dick liked him touching me there and started to get hard. I tried to think it down, but that didn't help. When he moved to my other leg, it got worse. "Lie down flat on your back," he told me. I pivoted on my butt to swing my legs onto the table and lay flat on my back. "I'm going to be feeling for lumps or blockages. Are you ticklish?" "Sometimes." 'Other times the same things just make me hot,' I thought but didn't say. "Well, I promise I'm not trying to tickle you, ok?" "'K." He started on my belly, pressing and sort of digging in with his fingertips. It didn't tickle, but my dick liked it real well. It was already almost as big as it could get before it started to get stiff. His fingers on my belly took it the rest of the way. I felt it get hard. I knew it was pointing up my belly. "Don't be embarrassed about your erection. That happens to lots of guys during examinations." I thought about whether or not I was embarrassed. Normally I would have been if he had been a stranger, and I certainly would have been embarrassed if it had been in front of Dr. Byrd. But since Charlie'd seen me hard and even seen me jerk off, I wasn't actually embarrassed in front of him. "I'm not really embarrassed. You've seen me this way already." I told him as he began to roll my balls lightly in his fingers. My dick liked that a lot. "That's true. I just wanted to make sure you weren't uncomfortable." "No. It's cool." I was wondering how many hard dicks he had seen examining guys. He told me I needed to stand up so he could check me for hernia. He sat on the little stool to do it. When he finished that, he asked if I had any questions I wanted to ask him. "Don't you have to do the thing where you shove your finger up my butt?" "A prostate exam? No. You're way too young to need anything that. Where did you hear about that?" "One of the guys at school, his brother is in medical school. He said they all had to do it to each other in some course they were taking. He said they did it to everybody during physicals." He also said some guys came right on the floor in front of them when somebody did it to them, but I didn't see any reason to mention that. "Not everybody. It's to test for cancer of the prostate. That's not something that happens to very young men." "Can I ask you about something else?" "Sure, you can ask me anything you want. I'm your doctor." "Is the skin on my dick too tight? I mean, did they cut off too much when they circumcised me?" "Why do you think it is?" "Sometimes when I get hard it just starts to hurt like it's being stretched too tight." I didn't want to come right out and tell him it also hurt sometimes when I was jerking off, but there didn't seem to be any alternative. And he had seen me doing it, so it wasn't going to come as a surprise to him. So finally I added, "It gets raw feeling sometimes when I'm jerking off too. Do you think maybe I jerk off too much?" He smiled at me. It was like a different person was suddenly inside his body. The doctor was gone and the Charlie I knew from at home was there. "I don't think it's possible to jerk off too much, so you don't have to worry about that. Do you mind if I examine your dick?" "No, go ahead. You want me to get back on the table?" "Yes, please. That'll be easier." I lay out flat on the table again. He stood up and began to bend my dick this way and that as he looked at it carefully. My dick liked the attention. It throbbed for him. "Do you ever get any harder than you are right now?" "Not really." I was thinking I didn't usually get a lot closer to cumming without doing it either, but I didn't tell him that. "The skin is pretty tight. Whoever clipped you certainly didn't leave anything extra. But it doesn't look like it's too tight. There's still a very small amount of slack in the skin even now. Are you sure it's pain in the skin that you're feeling?" "I dunno. Maybe not. It feels different, it like hurts in different ways when it's just real hard and when I'm jerking off." "You could be feeling the pressure of the blood against the membranes inside your penis and that could be uncomfortable. The raw feeling, though, is probably from chafing instead of stretching the skin. I'd suggest you use a lubricant whenever you masturbate. Soap's a good one." "Yeah, I know. And the shower's my favorite place to do it so that'll work out great." "Mine too, like I told you." "I was kinda thinking you might be doing it some morning, but I guess you don't need to." He grinned at me, a sort of a sheepish grin. "No, not really. But I'm sure there'll come a time when I do." 'I hope I'm there to see it when you do,' I thought as I sat up on the table and let my legs dangle over the side. My dick was still sticking straight up. "Any other questions?" "I can't think of any right now. I can ask you later if I do, right?" "Ask any time," he said as he went to the door. "Listen. I'm going to go back to my office for a few minutes before we leave. If you'd like to take care of that now, it'll be no problem. There're lubricant and kleenex on the shelf over the sink." He nodded his head toward my crotch as he said it. It sounded like a hot idea to me. I would be jerking off and Charlie would be in his office knowing I was doing it. I wished I had enough nerve to ask him to do it with me, but I didn't. Then something occurred to me. "Alice won't come back in, will she?" "No, she and the receptionist were leaving just as I was coming in to examine you. You were the last patient. You and I are the only ones here." "I might do it then if it's ok." My dick was throbbing from the idea of it. "Ok, go ahead. My office is at the end of the hall. I'll leave my door open so you can find me." And saying that, he left. I got down from the table and walked to the sink, took the tube of lubricant and the box of kleenex, and got back on the table. I squeezed out a big gob of lubricant, wrapped my hand loosely around my dick, and began to stroke slowly. I didn't want to make it last too long since Charlie was waiting for me, but I didn't want to cum too soon either. I was already very hot from the whole idea of what I was doing. In the end it lasted maybe three minutes. I wiped the cum from my belly and the lube from my dick, pulled on my clothes, and found Charlie sitting at his desk writing. He looked up when I came to the door. "Finished?" he asked. "Yeah, sure am. Thanks." "No thanks necessary. Walking around with an erection in your pants isn't very comfortable." "That's true. But I got it taken care of now." I watched Charlie putting things into piles on his desk. I got to thinking he was a pretty cool guy about a lot of things. If anyone had told me when I first met him that I would feel comfortable with him knowing I was jerking off and with us talking about it like it was a normal thing, I would have thought they were crazy. But he turned out to be this really nice guy. "Ready?" he asked as he turned off the desk lamp light. "Yeah," I told him. As he walked around his desk and got to the door where I was standing, I said, "Listen, I want to say something. I really want to thank you for being so nice to me." "I don't know what to say. It wasn't really anything special." "I don't mean just the jerking off. I mean the way you are with me. I feel like I can talk to you about stuff like I do with my dad. I feel like you'd be there for me if I needed it. That's not the way it is for some of the guys I know whose moms have got remarried. I just want you to know I appreciate it." He looked embarrassed. "I feel the same way about you. I think you've made it very easy for your mother and me to come together. Particularly for me. And I want you to know I appreciate it too." It was my turn to be embarrassed. "C'mon, let's go home and see what you mother's fixed for dinner." And for the first time ever, he put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me against him as we started down the hall. I wrapped my arm around him and hugged him back. We kept hold of each other until we had to let go at the office door. I decided not to tell Chris about jerking off in the examination room. As it was, he already had plans that stopped just short of jumping Charlie and ripping off his clothes. He certainly didn't need any more encouragement by hearing about that. I felt pretty sure Chris would chicken out when he was actually there. But just in case he didn't, I told Charlie in the bathroom the morning of Chris's physical, "You know, Chris can get kinda wild sometimes." "What do you mean?" he asked as he pulled his nose to one side to shave around his moustache. I thought the faces he made were funny. "He's kinda got sex on the brain." I was drying myself while I watched him in the mirror. He replied in a sort of muffled voice since the way he was holding his nose pinched it shut. "Teenagers always do. It's just normal. You do, don't you?" Charlie would never have said that to me before the physical. I was a lot more comfortable with him after that and he seemed like he was with me too. And of course, it was true. Right then I was watching his dick be dragged back and forth across the counter as he continued to shave. "Yeah, I guess so. But I just thought I'd tell you." "I'll keep the warning in mind." At lunchtime Chris and I sat at our favorite secluded table and took advantage of the few minutes we would be alone there to talk about his upcoming physical. Or I should say, Chris did since he did all the talking. He explained his plan to me one more time. He would get hard, start asking questions about the size of his dick, and get Charlie to show Chris his own for comparison purposes. "It won't work," I told him for at least the tenth time since he had settled on that plan. "Sure it will. Can't miss." I decided to wait and see. That night I got Charlie aside and asked him how it went. "No problems," he told me. "I'm really kinda surprised," I told him. "What'd you expect to happen?" That I couldn't tell him. "I just thought he might get wild like I told you. Especially when it was just the two of you there." "It was never just the two of us. Alice stayed." Once I heard that, I couldn't wait to hear Chris's version of the events. And he began telling it to me as soon as I arrived at school the next morning. "This nurse stayed in the room the whole time he was there! You never told me about that!" "She didn't stay when I was there. Charlie said she went home right after she got me to pee in the cup." "She sure didn't go home early yesterday." "So what'd you do?" "Nothing! How could I do anything? I was too busy trying to keep my crotch covered up with that robe thing. I woulda put it on the way you did if you didn't tell me how it was supposed to go." "So what'd you do, moon her." "I bet I mooned her a dozen times. And when Charlie started listening to my heart and all, he untied the thing and pulled it down my chest. I was just sitting there with it wadded up in my crotch." "So after that it was a full moon all the time, huh?" I couldn't help but laugh. "There was nothing funny about it, I'm telling you." "You still coulda asked him in the car on the way home." "Oh, sure! 'Charlie, you mind if I pull my hard dick out here and you tell me how it compares to yours? Maybe you better pull yours out too so I can see for myself.' Just picture it." And that was the last thing that was said about the physical. To be continued _______________ Comments appreciated. Send them to TimFoure@hotmail.com. Flames ignored. Earlier chapters of this story are archived at http://www.nifty.org in the gay male/incest section.