Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2009 13:12:50 +0000 (GMT) From: Jonas Henley Subject: Moon River, Ch. 02 Moon River By Jonas Henley Chapter 02 Pre-flight Checks The Boy in Red. River didn't have another name for him. He was hoping the boy's flop-haired brother, straight hair hanging down over his eyes practically, like a shaggy dog, would at least call him by his name when they happened to be nearby in the bookstore at the departure lounge. Anything so that he would have something to go by, especially at night . . . . River shook his head and snapped out of it and walked away, back to his family. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Lately at night, when he would rub himself to sleep, once he verified his little brother was already in dreamland, River found himself prone to thinking more and more about other guys. Guys he knew at school. Guys he had seen in gym, the Y, even friends. It was creepy, when he thought there must be something so wrong with him, but so natural when he just let go those worries and enjoyed the feel of his hand traveling down his hard erection at night. Not every night did he come. He usually saved that for shower time, anyway. But almost every night he would indulge his hands . . . his imagination . . . . "Hello, Earth to River," his mom said, right before she started laughing, "Well, almost literally, get it? Earth to River? Because knowing you, you're probably already on the moon." Well, that was one way to say it. "Yeah, I got it." Who was this woman with her worrying nervous chatter, anyway? He glanced back over at the Boy in Red, still in the bookstore. He was in red again, this time a white T-shirt with a red stripe down the sleeves, and red stripes on his sneakers. River walked his eyes down the older boy's body and wondered once again, why he had this fascination with boys one to two years older than him, boys with growing, hard bodies, though still young, and so inaccessible. Why was his mind following boys like this? Why was he so dreamily just wanting to get to know them and yet so afraid to get to know them? "River! I asked you if you found a book you wanted to bring?" "What?" "I swear . . . . . you look a little tired. Are you running a fever?" She reached over and felt his head. "Mom . . . .please not out here. I'm fine." "I'm just wondering if you're getting sick. I don't care if the doctor did say you were perfectly healthy after that physical on Monday. You were so constipated that night you were walking funny, and now this . . . ." "Mom . . . please, I said I didn't want to talk about that. I'll take Ollie to get a book for him. Come on, Ollie." River got up, waiting for his 9 year old little brother to join him. "You get yourself a book, too, River," his mom said, "just in case you get bored at some point during your vacation." Bored? "On the Moon?" He asked her sarcastically. "Don't get that tone with me, just buy a book. If you don't read it, we'll leave it for one of the poor children that have to live up there." He sighed and walked Ollie over to the bookstore. His eyes caught the Boy in Red again. The Boy in Red and his own little brother were at the cash register paying for their books. His little brother looked scarcely a year younger. He was an inch shorter but had 2-3 more kilos on the older boy. River watched the Boy in Red with his slimmer and more athletic muscular body as he paid for their purchases with their credits. Just before he took his eyes off and tried to concentrate on the task at hand, the Boy in Red looked straight at him as he started to walk out. River froze up briefly, looked straight away and walked his brother to the other side of the storefront and straight to the back. "River . . . the book I want is in the front. It's right there in the front." "Look, Ollie, we'll go back to the front . . . .uh . . .but the book I want is back here." "Where?" asked his disbelieving brother. "Um . . .well, maybe this one." River pulled a book out of the Forgotten Children's Classics section. "I won't know until I have a look, now will I?" River figured he just needed a minute or so in the back, give the Boy in Red and his shaggy brother time to walk well away. Did the Boy in Red know he was looking at him? 'Don't be silly, I wasn't even looking at anybody.' River reasoned with himself, flipping through the pages of the book with no sense of purpose. 'I just happened to be looking up in that direction.' He closed the book he had pulled off the shelf and ran his hand over the 12 year old boy on the cover of it. Black hair all messy, black frame glasses - glasses? How old was this book anyway? - and a jagged scar across his forehead. He was a nice looking boy . . . . . what would he look like under those robes? 'Great,' he thought. 'Now I'm even fancying boys in books.' "River, I wanna get my book!" "Yes, all right, we'll go back up front and get your book." "Are you going to get that one, then?" Ollie asked cheerfully. "I guess." He found himself wondering if the boy on the front would be as fun to read about as he was just to fancy. "It's a big one!" Ollie observed, pulling River out of his trance. "What!!??" "The book. It's a very thick one." "Wha-? . . . .oh . . . right . . . yeah, the book. Yeah, it's . . . .uh . . .probably thick. . . . Um, come on, lets go." River felt suddenly flustered, like he had been caught out, or something. He reached for his little brother's hand to bring him along, but Ollie pulled back. "Eww, your hand's all sweaty," Ollie exclaimed, and both boys wiped their respective hands on their shirts. Ollie then asked his still somewhat flustered older brother, "Do you think it's hard? It looks hard." "What?? . . . . Oh . . . . uh, . . the book . . . . I . . . hope . . .I mean . . . . Oh. I don't know, Ollie! I haven't read it yet! Let's go get your book." They returned back to their parents and little sister to show their mom their purchases. "Sweetheart, are you sure you're OK? You look all hot and flustered!" "Mom, please. I'm OK." "You're not feeling constipated again, are you?" "Daadd!!" "He's fine Liv, the boy's just excited, that's all." Three days prior to this, River's family had arrived at the Third Coast Beta Flight Center, and he received his most extensive physical to date. Apparently, despite being tourists, they were, as well, another science experiment, with the medical teams documenting extensively all participants' health and physical status pre-launch. There was a second full exam on entry through Customs for select passengers, as well as two more on return for everyone. It was part of the package, so to speak. Lunar tourist travel was at that time still somewhat slightly cost prohibitive, so the first few years were partially taxpayer subsidized. In exchange, you agreed to be part of the scientific data looking at Space travel and Moon visits' effects on physiology across a broad portion of the population, especially in kids, where prior data was slim to non-existent. Unfortunately for River, the targeted age for more extensive evaluation on these exams was 12-16 years old. So there River was, 3 days prior to launch at the Merida platform station in Yucatan, standing completely naked in a large room with two doctors, three nurses, two techs, a medical scribe and another hapless 12 year old boy, the latter standing two feet off to his right and equally naked. His name was Joshua, though he preferred just Josh, and he was slated for this evening's launch. His whole family was moving to the moon, scheduled for one year in Liminal City. Liminal City was a predominantly North American post whose complex straddled the libration boundaries of what was visible from the Earth, since only 59% of the moon was visible from the Earth over time. Most of the far side was perpetuualy facing away from the Earth and never seen. For Liminal City then, sometimes it was mostly visible at the edge, if you had a good telescope, of course, and sometimes mostly not visible at all. It was originally a Chalk River research outpost. Now both Monterrey and Berkley universities ran projects there, as well as the Pegasus Corporation. Last count had 450+ people living year round at the complex, including 30 children, mostly GeeBees, Free Ontarians, and Québécois. There were, as well, up to 100-200 visitors in any given month. The max sustainable limit was 875 people daily; but plans were already underway to enlarge this capacity and redevelop the area as first a conference site, and then a sustainable living development. And Josh, along with the two other American boys and three Mexican boys all biding their time in the waiting room, were some of the guinea pigs in the long term projects; but then, so was River, in a way. Luna Prime had a current visitor capacity of 1600, except it was further subdivided into life support allotments that were not, as of yet, interchangeable throughout the whole of the complex. The Dawson family was part of an extended project on making Luna Prime a feasible and fully functional tourism center, as well as central space port and supply depot. So the two boys had already had the standard exam, as well as full body EMRI scans, retinal imaging, blood draws, urine samples, swabs in every orifice and mucous membrane, including mouth, throat, each nostril, ears, and now . . . . "Ow!" even in the urethra. He had never had a penile swab - what 12 year old had? - and just being told it would be uncomfortable wasn't quite enough preparation for the pain, discomfort and humiliation of it, even though the boy next to you had just undergone the exact same thing not 15 seconds prior. It was bad enough that the doctor spent so long feeling his balls and ball sack. The swab was just unjust. And what the hell was an STD? Both boys had already been naked for the better part of an hour, having started with a full metric measurements, and not just height and weight, but arm and middle finger length, leg to arm ratios, waist circumference, upper arm and thigh circumference, and on and on. Then followed a full body electromyography scan, along with an EKG, an EEG, and a scrotal ultrasound. The last one had been the most embarrassing to date, since both boys were reclined on tables with enough space for a single tech to stand between them and perform the ultrasound on first one, then the other boy. Of course, they couldn't help but watch each other's exam. Apparently River was only a month older than Joshua, but he stood a good 4 centimeters higher, had another 3 kilos on the boy, and, as he could easily see during the scrotal exam, had not only a larger sac, but a darker and more wrinkled one. Also the other boy's penis still looked like a little boy's penis, really not much different than River's nine year old little brother, Ollie. Josh was also uncircumcised, a feature that was still not so common in Northamerica among those with US heritage. Circumcision as a practice had begun to decrease at the beginning of the century, but it actually experienced a revival during the Reorganization Period, and a further boost during Unionization, particularly among the US, and former US inhabitants, depending on region. Once Canada disintegrated following the Quebec departure, Alberta and British Columbia joined Washington, Oregon, and Northern California to form Pacifica, and rates of circumcision among former US citizens (or their kids, rather) increased, perhaps in response to needing some comforting vestige of communal bonding with their former countrymen? Who knows. The interesting thing is that rates also increased among former Canadians in Pacifica, perhaps as a show more of 'Who the hell cares, just whatever it takes to get on with it'. No one knows why, really, but the change was a dramatic rise. In contrast, when New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and PEI joined the New England contingency and became part of the US, circumcision continued its slow decline. For Texinos, as the Texas Latinos were now called, particularly those from Coahuila and Nueva Leon, former Mexican States that had joined the new Texas Republic, circumcision had almost become a point of pride in distinguishing themselves from the rest of Mexico. As for the remaining States, the decline stalled out and rates rose sharply in 2052 with the signing of the treaty that established the Union of NorthAmerica (or the UNA, for short). Again, no one is sure why, but perhaps it was an unconscious effort to distinguish themselves from the failed EU and its more successful remnants, like Greater Britannia, the German Alliance, or Carpathia and, as well, from the newly emergent European-influenced supernations of Arabia, East Africa, and The Golden Steppe. Whatever the reason, River and most of his friends were circumcised at birth. Still, he wasn't completely ignorant of the differences between circ and uncirc cock. Both his friends Daniel, from school, and Chase, from church, were uncircumcised; and he had seen them naked plenty of times in different venues: at the YMCA, at gym in school, at church camp, at spendovers, and other times. In fact, both these boys, among a few select others, had participated unwittingly in River's increasing nighttime imaginations, as he eased himself to sleep over the last couple months - as well as during shower time, but that was a different matter. The thing is, both their dicks were far enough into the start of puberty that he had had plenty to see. On the other hand, though Joshua was cute, he didn't have much in the genital or development department to interest River, not enough to override his primary mental occupation of embarrassment with the whole prolonged nudity and probing bit. Still. As he stood there having said genitals mashed, he did feel a point of pride for himself, and a bit of sympathy for Joshua, when the two doctors declaimed their respective states of development out-loud for the scribe, including testicular size, scrotal development, Tanner stage, flaccid penile length, and finally the fact that the doctor could see initial pubic hair development, though slight, on River. Poor Joshua had to stand there and turn a deeper shade of red as his doctor called out-loud the fact that Joshua was not only hairless, but he had no impending signs of pubic hair development. A flash went off near River, and he realized that the doctor had just taken a close-up photo of Josh's pubic and genital area. That was a first. An unnerving first. He didn't know that there would be photographs, but he didn't have long before his own private area was similarly recorded on camera. "OK, Joshua," the doctor said as he stood and directed him over to a table behind the boys, "Bend over that table and spread your legs and let's get a good look at what we have in the backdoor region." 'Oh, god, not again,' River bemoaned to himself, but took a look behind him and sure enough, there was his unfortunate examination compadre bent over at the waist, his plump bottom creamy and smooth, free of any blemish whatsoever - was it an illusion or was there the slightest jiggle in those cheeks? They were parted slightly at the top with an increasing divide that River couldn't help but follow downward with his eyes. His eyes probably widened in proportion with the widening of the valley between the soft flesh upon which he was visually feasting. And there on the floor of the parted cheeks was the hole, the dimple and swirled backdoor portal, one that he had never seen so clearly - only stealing peeks here and there beforehand, except for that one day at the YMCA last year when a 13 year old bent over and was having trouble taking off his swim shoes. River got an eyeful then; and it was hard to tear away from the view when his buddies walked in the change room. But this one was so much closer, so much smoother and pinker, between such clean and perfect creamy mountain rises. . . . . "Oh good, you already have an erection." River heard and saw a few rapid camera flashes go off out of the corner of his eye. His head snapped back around to face front and see the doctor on the stool before him put the camera down, wink, and pull out a measuring tape. "Don't worry, River, it's perfectly normal and happens a lot more than you might guess. Now let's again get a few measurements: 9.5 cm long, that's good, ridge of the glans is 4 mm from shaft, 7.25 cm circumference - very nice thickness for your age, by the way, yes, and fully erect and standing . . . . .oh . . . 40 degrees relative to abdomen." River didn't think he could get much more blood to his face; it seemed to be a competition between his face and his dick at the moment - who could pull the most blood from his body. He heard another few pictures being taken behind him and knew that they were getting a photograph of the boy's bottom and probably some close-ups of his hole. "A fine specimen there, River." The doctor continued, "Now let's have you turn around and step up to the exam table, there, yes, just like that. Now move your feet apart a foot or so. Perfect. Now bend over for me and place your chest flat against the table. Now where did I put that anoscope?" Anoscope? What the hell was that? It didn't sound very good. The doctor left off into a supply room and River stood back straight and stepped away from the table, so he could feel less on display, while the doctor rummaged around in the supply room for an . . . . anoscope. That name gave him the shivers. Even as he thought this he saw Josh's doctor insert a gloved finger into the young 12 year old's tight anus and watched as the smaller boy's pink rose unfolded and stretched beautifully around the clean rubber digit and swallow it in. He almost gasped as he saw more of the finger sink in; it slid in so beautifully, so easily, like it was made to go there. River didn't notice, but his breathing had become more rapid and shallow, just watching the digit penetrate so flawlessly, over and over. He realized he too was probably about to be penetrated; it wasn't the first time during these pre-flight physicals, but it sure felt degrading. Still he couldn't tear his eyes away from the fascinating vulgar scene. Wow. Vulgar sure was hot. Was he sweating? That would never do . . . and . . . oh no . . . . .not now . . . . oh geez . . . .he hoped the other boy didn't turn around and see him sporting almost 4 inches of hard cock at the sight of him being helplessly reamed by the man's finger. Oh man, River thought to himself worriedly, this just isn't right. Without taking his eyes away from the unintended show, however, River slowly - in hopes of not actually drawing his attention to his state - crossed his hands and lowered them to cover his crotch. By this time, the other doctor had removed his finger and was now greasing up a steel cylinder that was easily bigger than River's own penis would even be next year, or so he guessed. "Now, Joshua," the other doctor was saying, "this is called an anoscope, and it is going to be uncomfortable, I'm sorry, but I do need to get a good look just inside the anal canal and look for hemorrhoids. It's very important to note these since you're going to be going through a lot of gravity changes. So I'm afraid it is necessary." "Is it going to hurt?" The little 12 year old boy asked, looking back behind him as he felt the cool metal tip right at his pucker. "It shouldn't, not really - if you relax. Now this ointment I put in you with my gloves will not only help it go smoothly inside your bottom, but there's also a medicine in there that should loosen up your anal muscle. Now just relax." Yeah, like that would relax any boy. River's eyes nearly bugged out when he saw that the man was about to push that big cylinder in that small hole, and they got even wider, now with his jaw hanging open, as he watched the anal muscle smoothly dilate out to a tense thin rim of flesh clinging tightly around the scope, even as it advanced further inward. He found it insanely compelling, though quite glad that it wasn't him getting stuffed with that steel tube. "Oh shit." River exclaimed spontaneously, not even realizing he had said that out loud; but his exclamation wasn't about his own impending eruption or the sudden intrusion and anal probing of the younger boy, it was seeing what the anoscope did beside just stretch out poor Joshua's asshole. The second doctor had pulled out the inner cylinder and revealed a hollow tube that allowed the doctor, and River from his current position, to look literally straight up Joshua's butt. "Cool." River quietly muttered, mostly to himself. "Hey, quit lookin' at my butt!!" Joshua yelled back at River, but he was hushed up by the doctor who gave the speculum a turn to see more of the lower rectum and anal muscles, eliciting an "oohhhwhooawhoa" and a funny turn of Josh's hips and right knee. He congratulated the boy on having no discernable hemorrhoids, though they would be checking again in a month. He then got a bristled swab and inserted it deep inside to get a sample off the rectal wall. River was hard as a rock. And a bit scared and confused. "OK, River, we're ready." His own doctor had returned, and River jumped when he heard his name. But the doctor continued, "Oh, you moved . . . . and, uh . . . .wow . . . you know, don't worry about it . . . it's perfectly natural to get that reaction to what you're seeing - you don't have to hide it." River blushed deeper and tried even harder to cover his erection, including turning completely to face the table. He watched from the corner of his eye as his doctor set down on a nearby tray another steel tube, the same size as the one that had just opened up Joshua's ass to a chorus of groans and surprises. He reassured River that it would be warmed beforehand. Oh yeah, that would be reassurance. Oh geez, this cant be happening; there has to be a way out of this, he thought, though feeling quite helpless about it. OK, at least the hard-on's now going away, except that he was now largely thinking about passing out. If he did, would they just do it while he was out? Or would they wake him up so he could enjoy the whole procedure? Sarcastic fear was at work with his inner voice. . He felt his doctor's hand at his back, well, his bottom specifically, and one gloved finger hooked into his slightly spread crack. The doctor pushed him back into position and another hand pushed him down so that he was bent at the waist again. The only thing he could think in his frightened state, was should he look toward or away from the kid he had just watched get impaled? "Now just relax, River," the doctor said as he spread some warm lubricant around his hole and then gently through the cleft. The doctor could feel the warm mild pressure exerted by these two wonderful boy muscles as his fingertip just barely swiped the anus on its pass over. The doctor could never admit it to himself or others, but he very much secretly enjoyed this part of his job. And River didn't want to admit it either, but part of him, a part he still didn't quite understand, also very much loved this part of the doctor's job. In fact, his dick headed straight back up again, until it banged uncomfortably into the table; and if that finger was going where he knew it was, he was probably going to cum right there. Oh geez. He was only 12 - this was so wrong. He was about to be penetrated by his doctor's noticeably thicker finger swiping back and forth through his only slightly closed cheeks. Sure he had it done on a prior exam, but not like this. His doctor had him part his legs a bit more, and River did - still just praying this didn't make him shoot, because that would so mess up his mind. All of the sudden, the swipes were at a standstill and he felt the gloved tip just barely tickling his pucker, and he surprised himself, he wanted it pushed in, and then, whether he wanted it or not now being immaterial, he felt a forward movement through his cheeks and a pressure against his anus. It wasn't an uncomfortable pressure, and it was lubed and only a matter of time before . . . . oh . . . . .ohhh . . . . there it was. He felt his anal muscle unravel; and grow around the finger, welcoming it, beckoning it in, and he felt the doctor's large forefinger slide in and up his anal canal, feeling it through his cheeks, across his anus, through his muscular rings and deep into his rectum. "Unnhoohhh. . . . ." escaped his lips. It was a guttural utterance and totally embarrassed him that he had made it. But he couldn't help it from coming out, just like he wasn't going to be able to help something else from coming out very soon. He felt the cum sensation rising from deep within him and his balls, and he himself went up on tiptoes as the finger went deeper, almost driving him unexpectedly wild with pleasure. He was so embarrassed and so confused, but he had to say something before it happened. "Doc . . . . doc . . . I think I'm gonna . . ." The doctor pulled his finger suddenly out and flicked the head of River's dick hard. "Owww"". He wasn't sure what to say ow to more, the finger pull, the finger flick, or the sudden crash in what could have been an incredible cum, though he was thankful he didn't do it right then. Still, the need was resting just below the surface. He stood back up, again just preferring not to showcase his spread ass for everyone, and also afraid the more he stayed bent over, the more likely something would be shoved up there. "Were you about to ejaculate, River? Cum?" "I guess that's what you call it. I was bout to spurt some stuff out," he realized he still had an audience and lowered his voice further, "kinda like what happens at home sometimes." "It's OK, River, perfectly normal, and even healthy for a boy your age. In fact, I want you to do that for us, because we're going to want a sample of your semen. I was going to take pictures first, but it sounds like you could go any minute, so if you'll just wait a second . . . " About this time, the anoscope was being pulled out of Joshua's ass with an audible sigh of relief from the kid. The doctor cleaned him up a bit and then spread his cheeks again to check for any damage and to see if sphincter tone was re-establishing properly. River even leaned down a bit, as if to get a better look himself. The kid's anus was mildly red around the rim and did not completely close back, but it was still tightening back down, although there was a flare or two where it opened up like a fish gulping for air. River's doctor meanwhile handed him a Petrie dish with instructions to use it to catch his cum. "What? Right here? In front of you?" He asked with a perfectly horrified look on his face. "What? Oh . . . no, River." The doctor and several others started laughing. "No, my boy. In the toilet, the same place you gave us your urine sample. Just bring it out and hand it to Barbara there as soon as you are done." Red faced and more ashamed than he had ever been in his life, he walked across the room, as best a 12 year old boy, naked and with a raging erection, can walk across a brightly-lit room with several adults. "And do hurry," the doctor called after him, "There's several more boys waiting for their pre-flight check-up." Usually River had looked forward to his alone time with his ever-growing peter, especially in last few months. The feelings had become even more intense once he started spurting, though he noticed that he was also more worn out after and required a bit longer for recharge, though just a bit. Once he was in the toilet and alone, it felt almost unnatural to try and do it, especially with the tech just right outside the door. Even worse, once he got down to it, he couldn't stop the images of the anoscope being inserted into that flawless ass and the feelings of the fingers in his own. At one point he briefly flashed on a desire to insert something up there to get to his cumming point faster. It was a horrid thought, but before he knew it, he felt the rise again from his nuts, all too soon flooding the Petrie dish and moaning involuntarily much more than he desired to. Well, flooding as best can be done with three squirts of clear semen, one of which completely missed the collection dish. "Um, here." What else do you say when you're handing your cum over to a lady in a white coat. River padded back over to the exam table, still naked and noted that, unfortunately, Joshua was already dressed in a T-shirt and underwear and pulling up some gym shorts, ready for the exercise portion of the exam. Two other boys, both about 13, had come in and started to undress. One was unbuttoning his shirt, and the other already starting to pull his pants down his legs. They definitely weren't bad looking boys, and any other time he would have been happy to inconspicuously take a look and try to imagine them naked and then maybe hopefully see if he was right; but right now they were just an audience. And he didn't want that. Having Joshua see him get probed, or scoped, or whatever was about to happen was bad enough. But there was no time for delay as he was immediately maneuvered into position, bent over and told to spread his cheeks. The doctor cleaned up the prior lube from the digital exam and began taking some pictures. "OK, now pull your cheeks apart . . .no, too much . . . .there . . . .perfect." Oh, and he did mean perfect. Right there was an absolutely phenomenal asshole, a much much nicer anus than even the Joshua kid had, the doctor took note. River had a pronounced bottom without being fat or overly curvaceous. No indeed, he was all boy, but there was enough of the globe action to know you definitely had a young boy's bottom to deal with, and enough of the beginnings of puberty to be sure it was a boy. Plus with his balls descended and dropping in their sack, the picture he presented had that 'I'm a bull' definition that the doctor did enjoy seeing on boys that were bent over. Also, his crack was still devoid of hairs with a perfectly circular, dimpled and involuting sphincter, clean and just the barest of brown, practically begging to be opened. A few more pictures and the doc set the camera down, such great shots to be wasted on science, he thought, and picked up the anoscope that had been soaking in warm water. He put on a veneer of lubricant, though none of the muscle relaxant, as he had his own 'scientific' hunch that he wanted to explore. "Doc, I don't want the - " "Just relax River, every boy gets the same exam. It will all be over soon, and it's a must-do, if you plan on going to the moon." River had resigned himself to that and was already silently praying this wouldn't hurt as much as it looked like it should. He just didn't want those boys watching. "No, wait a minute, what about the two uh-uh - wai - ooooohhhuuhhhoooowhoa." "There, that's a good boy, up we go." What at first had been a warm wet metal feeling that produced a chilly spasm on his anus, very quickly became a backdoor pressure that took advantage of a momentary reflex relaxation to push in and upward, like he was having a baseball bat inserted in his ass. He could feel the whole of his anus unwind and stretch around that cylinder as it traveled uncontrolled through virgin territory, and felt as well the strong clamping pressure around it that finally seemed to stop it in its tracks, yet still left him feeling unnaturally stuffed and unable to expel it. River simultaneously tried to climb up and over the exam table, bringing up his right knee a bit as if to do it, but also push back slightly in the thought that if you cant expel, then bring it back in - anything to just close the portal. But realized as he made these complicated and contradictory maneuvers, that it didn't hurt so much as just feel unnaturally large and abnormally space-occupying. Even as he was moving around on it, he even had the fleeting thought that it might not even feel so bad if it were smaller and would just go in. It was a weird thought. The doctor waited just a few moments before pushing in another inch and a half, slowly but steadily, while River squirmed around it, making little moans and even smaller grunts. "Does that hurt any, River?" "No!" Now why the hell did he admit to that? Under duress it was hard to automatically lie, and the truth was that it really wasn't hurting River at all. It just felt wrong to be in there, and what felt even more wrong is he couldn't stop wrestling with his mind to want it in a bit more, or whether the squirming started to feel good, or if he was just sick in the head. At any rate, it did feel too big, and he wanted it out, to be sure. "Oh shit!" One of the 13 year old boys behind them exclaimed as the doctor pulled out the center cylinder and exposed a view inside River's asshole. River tried to stop the squirming, it seemed impossible on the smallest scale, and looked over his shoulder at the exclamation. Joshua had already been marshaled off to the exercise room, but the older of the two remaining boys seemed frozen in the act of pulling down his white briefs. He had hooked his thumbs in the sides at the front and pulled them down low enough that a nice inch wide area of short pubes was exposed and an inch of what seemed to be a thick dick trunk, the rest disappearing straight downward, yet to be exposed, though River thought he was imagining the head of said dick outlined lower down by the cotton. It did indeed look like the ridge of his warrior helmet starting to come up for battle. It was enough of a picture to start to bring River's own shaft back on line, despite having just cum. The older of these two boys certainly had the nicest and best defined body, but the younger-appearing 13 year old was cuter, with a smug mischievous air. He was the one that had uttered the expletive and stood there now, bold faced staring in his narrower white briefs, seemingly uncaring who saw him massage his crotch. "Mr. Klein, Mr. Jamison, what are you still doing dressed?" The doctor turned and asked them. "And what are you doing in here at all? Nurse Sanders, why have these two boys not been through biometrics and scanning already?" "I'm sorry, doctor, they've had vitals already, as for the rest, well, we ran the Delarosa brothers through first. We're ready for them now, though." "Don't be so cheeky, Mr. Jamison," the nurse told the boy still grabbing his cock through his briefs. "That's disgusting." The boy winked at River before letting go of his crotch. River could have sworn the boy even gave it one last deliberate squeeze, but River had looked away quickly, thoroughly embarrassed, although his backside was still uncomfortably facing the boys. But of all the nerve of another kid!! The boy had actually winked at him! Like this was all funny to him? And there in front of adults? While his asshole was still literally out for the world to see. The doctor was meanwhile turning the scope to see more of the anal muscles and check for hemorrhoids. He was talking as he did so, ". . . . and it's not just vertical gravitational changes that can affect your physiology, but you will be experiencing an increase in tidal forces, as well. After all, the Earth's pull on the moon is much more massive . . . " But at this point, River couldn't care less. All he heard from the doctor was "blah blah blah bleh blah," but from the nurse, he heard her say, "And leave your underwear here boys; you wont be needing them for the next hour." River looked back over his shoulder again, hoping in some unaccountably perverse fashion to see what the good-body boy's dick really did look like, and what the cheeky boy had to grab. Unfortunately, he just saw the back of Klein as he deposited his underwear in a pile and followed the nurse, but he got to watch Jamison, with his back turned now, slip off those smaller white slips and show the gorgeous backside he had. River let out a sigh (more like a soan - a sigh and a moan mixed together), and then quickly snapped his head back around, lest the older boy should look and catch him staring. He heard the 13 year old's footsteps as he padded off and realized that he was totally and unmistakably hard. River jumped a bit when he felt the doctor's hand on his hardened erection, although it was only for a moment, as if just a check. "Well, I had a sneaking suspicion you might like this part more than you realized. Nothing to be ashamed of, River. Some boys just do." He felt a tickling sensation deeper in as the doctor swabbed his rectum. It caused another jump and more involuntary wiggling around the steel tube. The doctor smiled and finished up. He pulled out the tube, checking River for damages just as Joshua's doctor had done. River was way too embarrassed to correct the doctor on his assumption that the anoscope had given him an erection. And with what information would he correct him? Which was more embarrassing? "OK, River, you can get dressed in the shorts and T-shirt you brought." Finally, never so embarrassed in his life, and of course, wouldn't you know it - three more boys, slightly darker skinned and obviously Hispanic, now were in the room, standing between his painfully obvious hard-on, despite attempts to cover it, and his clothes. The 14 year old boy smiled and gave a backwards nod; but River could see a part of him was laughing inside. The 13 year old had even more pubic hair than his brother, and the 11 year old had more than River. None of them seemed particularly embarrassed to cover up. River went around them to get and then quickly put on his clothes. He left the room while pulling his T-shirt over his head, awkwardly walking and feeling like he still had something rammed up inside him, but anything just to get out of that room. He heard the doctor talking to the new boys as he left. "You must be the Delarosa brothers! I hear your dad is a vintner; so you must be going to Fenwick to help with the new vineyard attempts in the Mare Frigoris, up around Crater Kane?" River passed the two 13 year old boys, Jamison and Klein, on his way for the remainder of the physical - the exercise portion. They were standing outside the biometrics room, hands unfortunately covering some of their finer features. When the younger of the two saw River again he smiled and held out his right hand to shake. River reached out for it, though his attention was partially diverted to see if he could see around the boy's left hand. What he saw was a the hint of a nice set of brownish crinkled nuts, a plump semi, and some honey brown hairs, not a forest, but compact and bush forming and catching the light just right to show off those lighter hues. "Hey," the boy said, still with that cheeky grin, "I'm Ryan Jamison, that's Liam." Liam barely looked over and nodded grimly before turning his attention back to the biometrics door. Apparently they had started vitals on the next group - 6 Danish girls on holiday to the moon. It was just vitals, so they would still be completely dressed. He just hoped they were fully cleared out back to the waiting room before the nurse opened the door. "Um, I'm River." Even clothed he felt a little more embarrassed around the naked older boys, partly because of what they had seen, and partly because he was afraid that they might know that he wanted to see around their hands. Ryan suddenly pulled River closer and clasped the shocked boy's hand over his own naked crotch and held it there. River felt all the blood flowing to his head, though his Right hand certainly felt warmer. He wanted to jerk his hand back, except A) Ryan was holding it there and B) he could actually feel another boy's balls and dick, and he could feel the dick almost growing. He was so tempted to close his eyes and enjoy it, but he dare not, and not just because of Ryan and Liam would think, but of what he would think about himself later. Ryan leaned in to him, still smiling and reached around and grabbed River's so-recently assaulted ass and gave it a very appreciative squeeze and said in a bit gravely voice, baring way to puberty, "Come by and see me in Liminal City, and I'll give you something you'll like even better than that metal dick back here." River's ears burned with the audacity of the suggestion, and he did pull his hand away. As he started to walk away in shock, Ryan gave his a backside a real good smack as a sort of send-off. River looked back at the laughing boy as he walked away. Was the boy crazy, or was he and the world going crazy? He wasn't sure, but his brain wasn't fully connecting at the moment anyway. He turned left down the next corridor, dumbly following directions in his been-in-the-saddle gait. "You're sick, Ryan." "Come on, Liam, just having fun. Beside, there aint no girls going to Liminal City on this bus; don't know if you noticed that yet or not." "You're really sick, you know that?" "Yeah, I know. Hey, where you think those girls in there are going?" They listened at the door, figuring with the frosted glass that if they couldn't see in, then the girls couldn't see out. But they could hear the nurse talking to them. "You are all Dane?" The nurse asked in a heavy accent. "Yes." Several of the pretty girls said at once. "Am from German Alliance in borderlands, above Carpathia. You are all same level on holiday?" "Yes," answered one of the girls, in barely any accent, but few in the Northern holds did anymore. "We are all 14 and at the same level in the Secondary School." "You go to Luna City on Thursday shuttle?" "Not exactly. We will leave Thursday, and we stop first in Luna City, but we're going to Iskilde, where my Aunt works, and then maybe on a Far Side safari." Liam whispered to Ryan, "Iskilde's at the South Pole, along Shackleton Crater. They might as well be on the other side of the moon!" "Yeah, and they're only visiting the moon, too. We're gonna be in Liminal City for at least a year, maybe more." "We don't even get to be on the same transport as them," Liam pined. Liam and Ryan were heading out that night, along with Joshua and the Delarosas. They heard one of the girls in the room ask the nurse, "What are we waiting for to start?" "Am waiting for last two Mondkinder for tonight transport. Perhaps they are waiting on me outside door." Liam and Ryan heard the nurse walking toward the door and looked at each other in pure panic. Surely she wouldn't just ---- "Ah, Buben, here you are, waiting for me, Ja?" --open the door right up? With the girls still there? Yes, she would. She did. A couple of the girls with hands over their mouths leaned around the nurse to see the two 13 year old boys in all their glory, at least whatever their hands couldn't cover. Each boy pressed even harder with both hands in the crotch and even bent over slightly to reduce the viewing area as much as possible. "Well, Kommen Sie ein! Am waiting on you to start." With that, two strong arms reached out and pulled two frightened young boys into their worst nightmare. "We start with measure, then scan, yes? Maybe we do pictures, too, so doctor not behind." The nurse's voice faded as she shut the door behind them, the last words drowned out by a growing sound of shrieks and laughter from the girls: "Move hands, yes, ist gut." Around the corner, in another hallway, as he staggered to the exercise room, River gingerly raised his right hand to his nose and took some guarded sniffs of his hand, the hand that had held Ryan's Nuts. He liked the smell, something faint but powerfully different than his own. He took a deeper breath. He really liked it. "Ah, there you are, Dawson. Something wrong with your hand? No? Well, then comeon inside and we can finish up your exam." River took a couple more guarded sniffs, trying to hide what he was doing. He wanted to smell that smell again, someday. Someday soon. His dad came around to collect him after the exam. "Why are you walking funny?" He asked his son as they walked outside. He wasn't sure how much he wanted to answer this. "I had to do a lot of exercise at the end of it, so they could check my heart and endurance, and some other stuff." "Oh, OK. Well you're walking like you fell on one of those exercise machines" "Well," he hesitated before continuing. "They put a finger . . . . um, . . . back there . . . again. It doesn't feel right." "Well, I'm sorry son, but they are the medical staff, and they know how thorough they need to be. Beside, you've had that done before." "Yeah, well, bigger fingers this time." River answered glumly. That was about as far as he wanted to go with this conversation. His dad just gave a short laugh and patted him on the back. "Well, forgive the pun, but that's all behind you, now; and in three days, we'll be rocketing to the moon!" That thought was comforting. And that's when he saw him for the first time. He didn't have a name for him at that point. He was sitting on a park bench as River and his dad were walking past. He looked about 14, but not an old 14. He may have even been short for his age, though he looked taller than River, at least the way he was stretched out on the bench. He had dark brown, almost black, short wavy hair, a clear complexion that spoke some time spent in the sun, though not excessive amounts. He had no freckles and had a straight nose, perhaps a bit more Roman than the boy next to him. He had his arms and legs almost splayed in an exhausted manner, one arm on the bench behind the other, somewhat younger, boy. The Older boy appeared much neater in contrast, even with his Arsenal shirt untucked. There was nothing in particular to be discerned from the crotch of his lined mesh shorts, except maybe an outline of his balls held up in briefs underneath, and River could suppose if the light played right there would be a flaccid penis laying leftward, but that was probably all hopeful conjecture. His shorts stopped above his knees; they weren't knobby, but presented themselves in sharp detail as the juncture in two athletic limbs. He didn't look like a sports star, but a looked like a kid who had regular outdoor play. As River let his eyes wander down the legs he could see the black curly hairs that gave a fuzzy hue to his darker creamy skin there. The other boy appeared younger, maybe a brother, but he was solid in a roundabout slender boy way, not an athletic or muscular way. He looked like he could hold his own weight with the older boy, but lacked that panther like quality that floated about in hints through the boy that fascinated River all of a sudden. The younger one wore full length cargo pants and an unbuttoned short sleeve over a screen-printed T-shirt. He didn't look skater-punk, just street-wise. He had brown hair, straight so that it came down over his eyes, but thinned in front somewhat so that you could at least make out that there were eyes there. If he had live a hundred years ago, River might have compared him to the kid off Terminator II. For now the kid seemed not-overly-pleased and yet also bored, leaning forward with his arms on his knees, pulling apart a leaf and dropping pieces of it on the ground. But River really only took him at a glance. It was the other boy, the one in the white jersey with a red Arsenal patch over his breast. Something about the total package of this boy, his face, his look, his body in those clothes, the way everything seemed to flow as one, and the projection of what must surely be a good outlook on life; it made several somethings stir in River. It wasn't just the eye candy enjoyment he often had nowadays. It wasn't just the stirring of his loins that he experienced from time to time with certain boys. Both of these feelings were there, but so were a mental component, a fluttering in his heart and stomach, and an involuntary need to turn and, even after they walked past, to look back. This action caught his dad's attention. "Do you know that boy?" "Uh . . .no. . . . just, you know, kinda looked like somebody, but it's not him." River answered vaguely back and walked a few more steps before daring to look back again. He had to. River looked back, and the younger boy looked up at him. He sat up and leaned back against the bench, not bothered by his brother's arm around him, crossed his arms and just observed River looking back at them. With that River turned back around and sighed inwardly. He wished he had an older brother like that. Someone to put his arm around him in public like that. Or someone who wasn't an older brother, someone . . .who . . . .was just an older boy. But he wasn't sure really where he was going with that thought, so he changed his thoughts to the moon, and all the possible activities that awaited them. Moon walks . . .buggy rides . . . . .tower free falls . . . .space suits . . . . Dark Side Observation decks . . . . the radio telescopes of the far side . . . .so many things for a boy. That night, before they left for dinner, the laxative his mother insisted he take had started to work. Taking it was certainly easier on his psyche than explaining, or certainly even having her know, what really happened in the physical exam. She probably was under the seriously mistaken assumption that his exam was no different than Ollie's and Samantha's. If that had been true then he probably would have just gone with the three of them that morning. But he was happier if she stayed in ignorance and therefore did not feel compelled to discuss it with him. Because she almost certainly would. Instead he took the laxative and now found himself in serious need of a toilet. The worse thing about it was that as a fairly sizable log came out, and as he felt it move across his somewhat sore anus, a part of him wanted to feel it travel back in. And this disturbed him. Enough so, that he was afterward quiet all the way to Cancun, where they were going to have dinner and play in the Ocean the next day. That night they dined at La Bruma Suave, internationally known for its fresh tropical sea fare for more than 70 years. It was an elegant place for which the kids had to dress up - long sleeves for boys 10 years and up, and jackets required for all males 15 and up. River wasn't even a huge seafood fan, but even he thought it smelled wonderful. He felt as though his family had stepped up several levels in society when they walked in and were escorted to their reserved table. He didn't know that this part was all for their mom; he was just impressed in his own right. He got a smile and a nod from the piano player, who was accompanying a man on Spanish Guitar. It was lit just right to relax, and the sounds of the waves and the breeze coming in form the portico were just perfect to relax even his tired 12 year old mind and body. He had been through more physical examinations and emotional questions than any 12 year old could. Tonight was just for relaxing, and some really good food. And that's when he looked up to the front and saw him and his family arrive, and it's when he first named him: The Boy in Red. His 14 year old object of desire, though his 12 year old mind did not really have a name for that emotion, glided in wearing khakis and a red longsleeve button-up. It was a really good color for him. And behind came . . . . WOW . . . . . His little brother sure cleaned up nice!! And he looks totally HOT in a jacket. It blew River's mind for a moment. He guessed (and actually rightly so) that the boy was probably in a jacket because he didn't have any long sleeve shirts. Now, what 12 year old would think about how well a jacket could define a boy's body and show it off to a room. Not many, but it was very hard for River to not notice. The little brother was smoking (as in hot), and he was actually pretty handsome, in a wild, tinged-with-danger sort of way, as well. Still, though, it was the Boy in Red that commanded his attention. It's kind of like if you got your chance to see a Brown Dwarf. If you're a 12 year old kid who has spent the last two years reading up on Astronomy, Brown Dwarf 'stars' are freaking cool, especially in universal terms. It would be completely awesome to actually see one, probably at the top of the list of astronomical bodies. But what if your brown dwarf was part of a binary system with a star about to go supernova? Who the hell's gonna watch the brown dwarf when you're waiting for the Supernova? "River! Who or what are you staring at?" River turned to his mother, a bit flushed, and pulled his menu in front of his face. He just mumbled out the first safety answer that popped into his head. "Uhm . . .the girl seatin' everybody . . . . she's pretty." "River likes the seatin' girl," Ollie chanted, fortunately in a low voice. "Shut up, Ollie," he answered back, without moving the menu from in front of his face. "Now both you boys quit that," their mom reprimanded them. "and don't stare at people, River. It's not polite. It doesn't matter how pretty they are." Fortunately he was spared having to see her smile and the knowing look she had as patted his father on the arm. She shook her head. Their little boy was growing up so fast! River was so flushed and confused his vision was swimming; he couldn't even read the menu, much less make sense of what he wanted. When the waiter came by for the order, River just picked the first menu item that his brain could resolve. It didn't matter, he figured everything would taste the same tonight. He didn't even know what Moray was.