Date: Sun, 15 May 2022 16:42:05 +0200 (CEST) From: Brad Wallace Subject: Bradley's Sleepovers Chapter 9 Bradley's Sleepovers This is the last chapter of the Bradley's Sleepovers series. These have been mostly true and factual recollections from my childhood in the 70's. Names and some details have been changed to protect identities. If you're enjoying this, or other stories on Nifty, please make a donation to keep this site alive at https://donate.nifty.org/ I truly appreciate all the comments I've received so far. It's seems like a lot of you had similar experiences as boys, and I appreciate you sharing your own stories and memories with me. Feedback is always welcomed. Chapter 9 -- Other Random Memories This is the last chapter in this series of childhood memories. Unlike the previous ones, this is a collection of a few shorter stories that I didn't think were big enough to warrant their own chapter but were still vivid and fond memories from my youth. I've enjoyed reliving these moments by writing about them and am glad so many of you can relate to them. The 70's were certainly a great time to be a kid. The dressing room One time when I was pretty young, maybe 9 or 10, my mom took me back to school shopping with a friend of hers and her son, Paul, who was a couple years younger than me. I hated shopping for clothes and still do. There's something about big department stores that just suck the life out of me. Shopping at one of those with my mom was the worst. She liked to stop and look at EVERYTHING and it would take hours. I had met Paul a few times when his mom would come to visit my mom. He was a cute kid with sandy blond hair, average sized, but still had some baby fat on him which made him look soft all over. He was annoying though. My mom always wanted me to entertain him while they drank coffee and chatted for hours. Paul would always end up trashing my room and scattering my toys all over the place. Seems like he always broke something too. He whined and cried when he didn't get what he wanted and was always getting us in trouble. I was pretty whiny that day too though. I was bored and tired and wanted to go home instead of shopping. Our moms dragged us through the mall stopping at stores to look at shoes, clothes, and anything else that caught their eye. Paul's mom didn't believe in modesty for little boys, and several times made Paul drop his pants in the middle of a store to try on a new pair. He must have been used to that because he didn't make a fuss as he stood there in his yellow briefs for everyone to see. He wasn't embarrassed, but I was embarrassed for him! Thankfully my mom never subjected me to anything like that. We went to a big department store at the end of the mall, I think it was JC Pennys, and the two moms picked out a bunch of clothes for both of us. My mom led the two of us to the dressing room and instructed us to try on each item of clothing and come out and show them how it fit. We both had 4 or 5 pairs of pants and a bunch of shirts. The store was busy and so were the dressing rooms, so she told us we needed to share one. That didn't bother me, I just wanted to hurry up and get it over with and get back home. The dressing rooms didn't have doors, just a curtain that covered the doorway but never seemed wide enough to close all the way, leaving a gap at one side or the other of the opening. It was easy to see through the gaps and into the dressing room on the other side of the narrow hall. Paul and I wasted no time kicking off our shoes and stripping down to our underwear and trying on the first pair of pants. He seemed excited to see me in my white briefs and was giggling and grinning as I got undressed. I guess he hadn't been around a lot of boys in their underwear before. We went out and showed the new pants to our moms, having to spin around like tiny runway fashion models as they checked waists, length, etc. trying to find that right balance of finding something that fit, but allowed room for growth through the coming school year. After a couple trips back and forth to the dressing room, Paul was getting on my nerves. He kept opening the curtain when we were down to our briefs, trying to expose us to other people coming and going from the dressing rooms. "Stop it Paul!" I had to say more than once as I grabbed the curtain to pull it back in place as he giggled. Our moms heard us and scolded us to behave and keep our voices down on our second or third trip out for them to inspect our clothing. Paul was undeterred though. Mom wanted me to try on a shirt and pants instead of one at a time, so I was standing in the dressing room in only my socks and white briefs when Paul giggled and yanked open the curtain again. A man across the hall looked up and got a clear view of me almost naked. "Damnit Paul!" I yelled as I grabbed the curtain. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I was in trouble. My mom was in there in a flash. "What did you just say young man?" she sternly asked. "I'm sorry Mom, I didn't mean to. Paul..." but I never got to finish. She sat down on the bench in the little room and quickly yanked me over her lap. I knew what was coming and was mortified. The curtain was still half open. Paul stood in the back corner, still in just his yellow briefs and shirt looking scared but also amused at my predicament. "Mom, no! I'm sorry Mom!" I pleaded. My plea fell on deaf ears. She pulled my briefs down to mid-thigh and began spanking me right there in the dressing room. You'd get arrested for doing something like that today, but in the 70's it wasn't uncommon to see. I couldn't bear to look out to see if the man across the hall, or anyone else, was watching. My face was red from embarrassment and my butt was red from her spanking. After maybe 10 or 12 good swats, she stood me up and scolded me to cut out the nonsense or there would be more spankings when I got home. She shot a stern look towards Paul who got the message. I stood there with my bare, red, backside on display for anyone walking by as she lectured us both. When she was done, I was finally allowed to pull up my underwear, wipe my tears, and finish trying on the rest of the clothes. I was so mad at Paul I wanted to punch him, but it wasn't worth the risk of another bare bottom spanking at the mall. Visiting Grandparents with my cousins A few weeks before the birthday sleepover at Max's house (when I was 11), I spent a week at my grandparent's farm with my cousins. My parents were going on a trip with my aunt and uncle, and my grandparents were going to watch my cousins and I while they were gone. My sisters were able to convince Mom and Dad to let them stay with friends, and my brother was at a summer camp that week. Our grandparents lived on a pretty big farm in rural North Carolina. Grandpa was lean and tall with skin that looked like leather from all his time outdoors. He had gray hair and bright blue eyes. Grandma was short and plump with short gray hair and soft brown eyes. My mom was the second of their 4 kids and was their oldest daughter. Her little sister was the one going on vacation with them. She also had 2 brothers (my uncles). My grandparents had lots of cows and hogs, maybe a dozen chickens, and they also grew tobacco and corn. They lived in a small farmhouse with three bedrooms and only one bathroom. There was a big barn next to the house where my grandpa kept his truck, tractors, and lots of farm equipment. There were a few hog sheds and other barns scattered around the property for hay and other stuff. There were a couple ponds to fish in and a large creek that bordered one side of their property. I always loved visiting there and exploring the property and helping my grandpa with things around the farm. I hadn't been there with my cousins in over a year and was excited about seeing them again. We had always gotten along great in the past. My cousin John was about 6 months older than me and had already turned 12. His little brother David was around 9 at the time. They had a sister, Kelly, who was 14 and didn't seem happy at all to be stuck with me and her two brothers for a week. Since the house was small, the boys would all be sharing one bedroom on the top floor, while Kelly would have the other room downstairs next to my grandparents. We all said goodbye to our parents and promised to stay out of trouble, and then the boys and I grabbed fishing poles and went to the big pond to try and catch some fish for dinner. I don't think we caught anything big enough to eat that first day, but we were having fun. Kelly showed up a few hours later to tell us to come back home for dinner. Grandma was a great cook and after an amazing meal the 4 of us went back outside and set up tin cans on the fence next to the barn and took turns at target practice with the BB gun. I remember being frustrated that Kelly was the best shot out of all of us. Grandpa came out after a while and helped us with our aim, and then when it got dark, we all headed back to the house. Grandma met us at the door. "You boys need to get cleaned up and ready for bed. Be sure to straighten up the bathroom after you're done so you don't leave a big mess for Kelly. I'll have some chocolate chip cookies for you when you're done." "OK grandma" replied John, and then turning to us said "who wants to go first?" "Oh no" said Grandma, "I don't want you three using up all the hot water. You boys can all take a bath together." "But Grandma" I pleaded, "we're too big for that now. We haven't taken baths together in years. We won't even fit in there together." "Oh hush, it hasn't been that long. Your uncles took baths together until they were bigger than you boys. You'll fit. Now get moving." Well this was going to be weird. I guess it had only been a couple years since we had all been in a bathtub together, but it felt like we were much older now. And John and I weren't just little boys anymore. Davy didn't seem to mind, but John and I shuffled reluctantly towards the bathroom while Kelly grinned and said sarcastically, "have fun little boys." Grandma followed us and started the bath. "Well don't just stand there. Get those clothes off." David immediately complied, but John and I moved slower hoping that she would leave and give us a bit of privacy. As she filled the big, claw foot tub with water and got out fresh towels, we got undressed. David stripped down all the way and climbed into the tub as it was still filling up. He was a slim little kid with dark brown hair and hazel-colored eyes. He had a cute little butt and a small thin penis that hung down about halfway on his tight little ball sack. John and I stripped down to our underwear but stopped there and waited for Grandma to leave. She looked back at us and rolled her eyes, but left shaking her head at our modesty. As soon as the door was closed, we dropped our tighty whities and hopped in the tub. It was tight with all three of us there together and there was no way to avoid our wet, slippery bodies from touching each other as we washed up. Despite my best efforts to avoid it, I felt my penis begin to swell and harden. I tried to hide it, but with no bubbles to give me cover it didn't take long before I heard Davy say "Look, Brad's got a boner!" "Stop it Davy" I said firmly. "I can't help it. It just happens sometimes." Then I added "maybe one day when you don't have a baby dick, it'll happen to you too." I was mean, and felt a little bad for saying that, but it seemed to shut him up. John stayed quiet so I suspected he may have had one as well. After a bit it deflated most of the way, and we finished our bath and got out and dried off. This was the first time I got a chance to get a good look at my other cousin. John was the same height as me but was heavier with short, blond hair and light freckles on his face. He wasn't fat, just thicker all around. He used to be chubby when he was younger but had lost some of that baby fat as he got older and started building muscles. I wondered if he'd grow up to look like Grandma one day (he did, by the way, by the time he turned 40). His penis was about the same length as mine soft but like the rest of him, was a little thicker than me and had a large round mushroom tip that was wider than mine. He had a cute chubby butt with dimples above each cheek. Both of them were circumcised like me. We wrapped our towels around us and went upstairs to get dressed. David and John put on pajama bottoms with no underwear (something they had always done and I thought was weird), and I slipped on clean briefs and some shorts. I remember being surprised that John still wore pajamas and I think he felt a little self-conscious about it when he noticed I hadn't packed any. As we ate our fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, I brought up the bath thing again. "Grandma, instead of taking a bath tomorrow night, can I use the shower down in the basement?" The basement of the farmhouse had always seemed creepy to me. It was dark, and dusty. In one corner though, there was a makeshift shower that my grandpa and uncles used most of the time. The shower wasn't enclosed and offered zero privacy. It was just a shower head that came down out of the ceiling over a drain in the floor, with some towel hooks and shelves on the wall for soap and shampoo. I had never used it but thought maybe I was old enough now. Before Grandma could reply, John jumped in saying "Me too! Can I use that instead?" David was quiet. I think he was still a little spooked by the basement. "Well..." she said, "I guess that would be ok." I was relieved that I wouldn't have to bathe with my cousins for the rest of the week. After we finished our cookies, we watched TV and then went to bed. The upstairs bedroom was shared by my two uncles until they moved out. I always thought it was odd that instead of two twin beds, or bunkbeds, there was just one queen sized bed in there. It was plenty big for three small boys, so we didn't mind sleeping together in it and had done so several times before. David took the middle with John and I on either side of him. David thought it was strange that I was sleeping in my underwear, but I told him that's the way I'd been sleeping for over a year now. I laid in bed that night really wanting to play with my hard little cock that was straining against my briefs but didn't want to risk being caught by my cousins. Grandma woke us up early the next morning. "Rise and shine boys. There's chores that need to be done," she said as she gently shook us awake. She left to go finish up breakfast while the three of us got out of bed. I could see John's morning wood tenting the front of his PJ's and I'm pretty sure he saw mine as well. He turned his back to us to get dressed. David noticed my erection and pointed it out again as he stood there naked holding his underwear. "Brad's got another boner!" he said laughing. I figured at this point there was no point trying to hide it so I didn't turn away as I slipped on my shorts and t-shirt. John turned around to take a quick look. I wondered if he played with his little pecker every night like I usually did. I also wondered if he could shoot any cum yet. I hadn't noticed any pubes when he was drying off after our bath but didn't get a very good look. After breakfast we went out with Grandpa to check on the cows. The four of us crowded onto the big green John Deere tractor with David sitting on his lap and headed out to the fields to make the rounds. Our last stop that morning were the hog sheds. This was my least favorite part of the farm because it smelled so bad. I guess after time you get used to it since it didn't seem to bother Grandpa at all. When we went into the first shed, some of the men that worked for Grandpa were already there. As bad as it smelled outside, it was even worse inside. The men were in a small pen with a couple of the pigs. I didn't know what was going on at first, but as we got closer it was apparent that they were mating. The female pig was in a sort of cage that gave the boar access to her but didn't hurt her with its weight. The boars were BIG and sometimes pretty aggressive. Grandpa walked over to talk with his helpers as the three of us watched the pigs go at it. It was awkward and embarrassing to watch, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. I remember the boar's huge balls slapping against the sow as his hips thrust into her. I was hard immediately, and I stole a quick glance at John and saw that he was too. David seemed confused by what was happening, and I saw him whispering with John who was explaining what they were doing. Davy's eyes went wide after that. Grandpa noticed our fascination and chuckled. "Best you don't tell Grandma about this, ok boys?" "Yes sir" we replied in unison. Finally the boar was done and backed off the poor little female pig. Its weird shaped boner was still twitching and sticking out of its sheath and dripping slimy pig cum. "Ewww, gross" said David. John and I agreed. We spent the rest of the morning tagging along with Grandpa and went back to the house for lunch. After that we were free to play on our own. We fished for awhile and then went to the creek and waded in the stream looking for crawdads. There was lots of talk and giggling about what we saw in the hog shed and we teased David that we were going to put him in the cage and let one of the big boars do that to him. We returned to the house around 5pm and followed the same routine -- dinner, BB guns, and then time to clean up. "OK boys, time for your showers. I'll fetch some clean towels," said Grandma. Little David spoke up nervously "Do I have to take a shower down there too?" "Of course not sweetie, I can give you a bath up here while the big boys take their showers," Grandma replied. David didn't want to take a shower in the basement, but he also didn't want to be treated like a baby. "No, no, it's ok" he said, trying to act brave, "I'll take a shower, but can John and Brad go with me?" Oh great I thought, here we go again. So much for getting some privacy. I had hoped to be able to whack off down there while I was alone. "Sure Davy, the boys will be happy to go with you." She stated, giving us a look that left no room for debate. We marched down the stairs with Grandma behind us with a stack of towels and washcloths. It smelled musty down there and the couple of bare light bulbs that hung from the ceiling did little to cut through the gloomy darkness. We stood around shuffling our feet while Grandma turned on the water and hung up the towels. "Well don't just stand there boys, get those dirty clothes off and hand them to me so I can put them in the wash." "But we can't all shower at the same time Grandma. Can't we take turns?" I asked. "Nonsense. Your uncles and their cousins would shower together down here all the time. Now get moving," she said sternly. We all started to peel off our clothes and hand them to Grandma, underwear too this time. It was bad enough that we had to get undressed in front of her, but the washer and dryer were down here too. So she'd still see us showering while she was loading the washing machine. Heck even my mom hadn't seen me naked in at least a year, but Grandma was getting the full show. Ugh. As usual, David was the first one naked and underneath the water. John and I followed and sort of stood to the side of him with our hands over our privates while he washed his hair. Luckily it didn't take Grandma long to get the washer started and then she went upstairs. John went under the spray while David moved aside to soap himself up. As John raised his hands to wash his hair I got a good long look at his pecker and could see it begin to slowly thicken and grow longer. I didn't see any pubes on him which made me feel good about my own bald boy parts, but he was a blond so maybe they were too light for me to see. By the time he was rinsing the shampoo out of his hair he was half hard and growing bigger. Of course this was causing me to have the same reaction, but at least my hands could still hide it. It was my turn next and as I moved under the spray of water, David cut right in front of me so he could rinse off his soapy body. He looked down and saw my pecker at half mast and rising fast. "Gee Bradley, your thingy is always hard isn't it?" "Well I'm not the only one this time," I replied and glanced at his brother who was covering his erection with his hands. I decided to be bold and just put it out there and not try to cover up. I poked Davy in the belly with it causing him to giggle. This relaxed John who now took his hands away and joined me in stabbing his little brother with our erections. We laughed as we washed up until Grandma hollered down the steps and told us to hurry up and not waste all the hot water. We dried off, wrapped our towels around us and headed up the stairs. After getting dressed and having our nightly snack we went back up to the bedroom. I striped down to my underwear and John did this time too. I don't remember what started it, but as we sat on the bed in our undies, Davy tried to tackle me which led to us wrestling. John joined in the fight and we quickly pinned his little brother on his belly. I was holding David's arms and John was sitting on his back. John started rubbing his crotch against his little brother's butt saying "Here piggy, piggy." Davy was laughing and fighting to get him off. John's rubbing turned more into humping as he started sliding up and down his little brothers butt crack. I could see his erection straining against his tight briefs. "Ewww, I can feel your boner!" David said laughing. John stopped and said to me, laughing, "Do you want to mate with the little piggy too Brad?" Davy almost escaped as we traded positions, but I was soon on top of him and grinding my own growing erection against my cousin's round little bottom. All the sliding and his squirming was causing his pajama bottoms to slip down his hips as he giggled and fought. I looked at John and his erection was even bigger now. "OK, my turn again" he said. We switched and this time Davy didn't even try to escape. John pulled David's pajamas down past his butt cheeks and put his cotton covered erection right between his brother's cheeks and began to hump him. It felt good for John and I, and I could tell Davy was enjoying the sensation too. I didn't have to hold his hands any longer and instead squeezed my erection through my tight briefs. I wanted to take it out so bad, but I thought that might be taking things too far. I watched John hump and grind on his little brother until it was my turn again. Davy's cute little butt cheeks were red from the friction, and I gave them a playful swat before I started grinding on him. "Good piggy" I said to him as I slid my cock up and down his little ass. Davy was now pushing his butt cheeks up against me and really enjoying this. I don't think John or I got to the point of climaxing, but the sexual tension was sky high with three horny boys in that room. We were going to trade spots again, but Davy got up on his knees and said, "Nope, it's my turn this time," and pushed me down on the bed. His skinny little erection stood straight out, maybe 2 ½ inches. I played along and laid down on my belly. Davy got behind me and pulled down my briefs to just below my butt cheeks so he could rub his stiffy on my bare ass. He humped me for a few minutes as John watched, playing with his erection through his underwear. Then it was John's turn. I could feel his much bigger and thicker cock pushing between my cheeks and it felt amazing. My own erection pressed against the mattress as he rode on tope of me. I think they both got another look at my erection standing straight up before I pulled up my undies. Davy did the same to his brother as I watched with my throbbing erection trying to burst through my underwear. The fun came to an end when we heard Grandpa holler at us to stop horsing around and go to sleep. It was hot in the room after all of that, so we turned off the lights and laid on top of the covers. My erection hadn't gone away and I laid still waiting for David to fall asleep. As soon as he was out, I pushed down my briefs and took my steel hard erection in my hand. I could feel the bed moving next to me and I looked over to see the silhouette of my cousin John doing the same thing. We laid in bed, with Davy in between us, and beat off together until that familiar feeling came over us. The next few days were pretty much the same routine, but without the mating hogs. We would tag along with Grandpa doing his morning rounds. Kelly would help Grandma in the mornings in the garden or gathering eggs. In the afternoon she would sometimes join us at the creek, one of the fishing ponds or playing on hay bales in the barn. We would shower in the basement every night and would usually wrestle on the bed in our underwear afterwards. There were no repeats of the "hog mating" with each other, but a couple of times I could hear, or feel the movement of, John jerking off after David was asleep and I'm sure he noticed me doing the same. The last thing I remember about that week was the last day we were there. John, David and I had been playing in the hay barn after lunch. We heard thunder off in the distance but didn't pay attention to it until it got much closer. When we looked outside the sky was filled with dark storm clouds. We debated about whether we should stay in the barn until it passed or make a run for it to the house. We decided Grandma would worry about us if we stayed in the barn, so we bolted outside to try and make it back to the house before the rain came. We only made it a few hundred yards before the rain began. We had a long way to go, maybe a 1/3 of a mile to get back to the house. The rain turned into a downpour and we were getting soaked. By the time we got back to the house, Grandma was standing in the doorway looking for us. We were completely soaked to the bone at that point, had mud all over us from running through the muddy fields, and were shivering from the cold. "Thank heavens you boys are ok, but you're not coming in the house like that. You'll get mud all over the place. Get those wet clothes off and head down to the shower to clean up and get warm." We didn't object and started to peel off our wet, dirty clothes on the back porch under the carport. When I stepped out of my underwear, I noticed my penis was shriveled and tiny from the cold and I bet my cousins' peckers were too. When we were naked, we headed up the steps to the house, and that's when I noticed Kelly standing behind Grandma in the doorway. I was so embarrassed. Not only was she seeing me naked, but she was seeing my little pecker at its tiniest possible size. I felt my face blush as John and David both yelled at her for spying on us. "I didn't know you boys were naked," she said with a smirk, trying to sound innocent, "I was just seeing who Grandma was talking to." "That's a bunch of crap Kelly!" said John, which quickly earned him a swat on his bare backside from Grandma. "That's enough. You boys go get cleaned up." We scampered down the hallway to the basement door and rushed quickly down the stairs. John turned on the shower and we huddled together under the warm water until we were clean and warm. Grandma brought down towels for us, and said she'd make some hot cider to warm our bellies. Kelly came by the kitchen later as we sipped our drinks. She leaned down to whisper in my ear and said "did you have fun playing in the rain Tiny?" and walked away with a big grin. I could have died from embarrassment. Unfortunately, she used that nickname for me for years after that day. She's still my least favorite cousin. Back to school physical with the new doctor The next summer when I was 12 (and about to turn 13) the time came for my annual doctor's appointment for a back to school physical. I never minded these in the past. Dr. Goldman was an old guy who I had been going to my whole life. He was nice and friendly and reminded me of my grandpa (the other grandpa). They were probably about the same age. My appointments never lasted long and I didn't have to get undressed. He would check my eyes, ears and throat, have me lift up my shirt to listen to my chest, I'd lie down for him to poke around on my belly, and then he'd have me drop my pants for a very quick check of my genitals. It was usually over in 10 minutes or less. My mom used to go with me, when I was younger. When I turned 10, my dad started taking me to these appointments. But starting last year, my mom or dad would wait in the waiting room while I went back for the exam. This year though, things were different. Dr. Goldman retired and a new, younger doctor was seeing his patients now. As the old nurse took me back to the exam room, she said she thought I'd like Dr. Lancaster since he was so young. I wasn't too concerned since these appointments had never been a big deal in the past. I quickly found out that he did things differently from Dr. Goldman though. The nurse told me to get undressed and handed me a gown. I was confused. "Like all the way undressed?" I asked. "You can leave on your underwear if you want. Do you know how to put this on?" she asked. She saw the puzzled look on my face and didn't wait for an answer. "It goes on like this" she said, demonstrating how to put it on so it opened in the back. "I'll be back in a few minutes to get your height and weight and your vitals," she said with a smile and left. I removed my clothes, leaving my white briefs on, and put on the goofy gown. I was struggling to tie it in the back when she came back in. "Here, let me help," she said and went behind me to tie it. I remember being embarrassed that she saw me in my underwear. She then had me sit on the table and took my temperature and blood pressure. Then I followed her out of the room and down the hall, clutching the back of my gown, to the scale to check my weight and height. After that, we went back to the room where I sat on the exam table and waited for the doctor. After 10 minutes or so and young looking, handsome, doctor came in with a big smile and a firm handshake. "How you doing champ?" he asked. He had light brown hair that was kind of long for a doctor it seemed. He was about average height, but had a thick chest and strong arms. He was probably in his early 30's. Dr. Lancaster started by just asking me all kinds of questions -- what grade was I in? where did I go to school? what sports did I play? what position did I play? stuff like that. I was really starting to like him. He said played baseball in college. I never talked with my old doctor about stuff like this. After we chatted for a while he said, "OK, let's get down to business" and started the exam. At first it was just like Dr. Goldman had done -- eyes, ears, open up and say ah, that kind of stuff. Then he asked me to lay down and he lifted up the gown so he could poke my belly. It felt a little weird laying there in my underwear. He spent a lot more time on this part of the exam than my old doctor. As his poking and prodding of my belly went lower, I could feel a stirring in my undies. "Oh no" I thought, "not now". The closer he moved to the waist band of my briefs the harder I became. He pushed the waist band down lower on me and examined my lower abdomen. By now I was well on my way to a full blown erection and I knew there was no way he didn't see it. He never mentioned it though. He pulled the gown back down over my waist and had me sit up and checked my legs and feet and checked my reflexes. Then he asked me to hop down so he could examine my spine. "Let's remove this ok? I need to be able to see your back," he said as he untied the gown. Thankfully my erection had subsided some by now. He had me bend over and touch my toes, walk from one side of the room to the other, and felt my hips and shoulders. Dr. G had never done anything like that before. When he was finished with that he said, "OK, we're down to the last part of the exam. Why don't you pull those briefs down and slide them off." "Uh, off?" I asked. "Yep. Off. It'll just take a minute then we'll be all done and you can get dressed," he replied. I reluctantly slid my briefs off and kicked them towards the rest of my clothes. "OK, stand right here in front of me." He was sitting on a little stool, eye level with my junk. As much as I tried to think of something else, I could start to feel the blood flowing to my penis. He examined my testicles and asked if I wore a jock strap when I played ball. My cock twitched as it got a bit harder. I told him I did and then he had me turn my head and cough a couple times. "Looks good," he said. Thank God, I thought. It's over before I could pop a boner. But then he said, "hop back up on the table and lie down." Oh crap, I thought, it's not over. I did as he asked and closed my eyes and tried to think of our 70 year old school librarian with the moles on her face, or my aunt with the mustache, multiplication tables, or ANYTHING to keep from getting hard. It was no use though. I was dying of embarrassment as my cock went erect to its full 5 inches as he was feeling it and squeezing it. "Don't worry Bradley," he said quietly, "this happens to boys all the time during exams." It did? Well it sure hadn't happened to me before. I wanted to crawl under the table I was so embarrassed. And then it got worse. He was squeezing the tip of my penis and said "this looks a little red and irritated. Does it hurt?" "No sir" I replied. "Does it burn when you pee?" "Uh, no. I don't think so" I said. "I think you'd remember if it did" he said with a chuckle. "How about when you ejaculate?" he asked "What??" I couldn't believe he just asked me that! "When you ejaculate," he repeated. And then he added "how often do you masturbate?" Oh my God, I can't believe he wants to talk about that! If my face wasn't blushing already, I'm sure it was now. "Uh... not much" I lied. I had no idea what to tell him. If I told him the truth, he'd think I was a pervert and tell my mom out in the lobby. "Bradley, don't be embarrassed. Masturbation is something all boys your age do." There was that word again "masturbate". It made me cringe. No one ever said that word. It seemed a thousand times worse than "jerking off" or "beating your meat", or any of a dozen other phrases to describe the shameful act. "So have you been masturbating a lot lately? That could be why it's red. If it burns when you ejaculate it could indicate an infection." "Well I guess maybe I have been doing it a little more than usual. But it doesn't hurt or anything when I... uh... you know..." I confessed. "OK, well maybe try to take a break for a few days to let it heal and use some lotion or something so the tip of your penis doesn't get so irritated." Holy cow, now he's giving me advice on how to do it?? This was the strangest and most awkward conversation with a grown up that I had ever had. And of course, this whole time he's holding my erect penis that is throbbing in his hand. "OK Champ, everything else looks good. You're in great shape. Good luck with baseball season and I'll see you next year for your next checkup," he said with a pat on my back. I covered my erection with my hands as he left the office and stuffed my still hard penis back into my briefs. I was so relieved this was finally over, but now I had a whole year to worry about what would happen next time...