Let's Play Doctor

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Let's Play Doctor

by derek phillips

I've been turned on by medical exams ever since I was an early teen, and a friend of mine and I played doctor. His name was Kurt, and his father was an MD whose office was in their home, so when his parents were away, we would play out our fantasies in the examination room.

The first time was shortly after my family moved there. I had gotten sort of friendly with Kurt, but he was a year older than I, and that seemed a huge difference at that age. He was also bigger and more developed than I was, and I envied his body, which looked awesomely muscular compared to my own.

He invited me over to swim in their pool, and I couldn't keep my eyes off his smooth-skinned, tanned body in his skimpy Speedo. He obviously liked the admiration, and showed off for me, diving and posing and strutting around like a cat. He had shaggy blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, a square jaw, and a perfectly proportioned body. He was a god to me.

I didn't realize yet that I was gay, but I couldn't take my eyes off the well-stuffed pouch of his swimsuit, the long thick tube of his cock clearly outlined, probably half-hard with eternal teen horniness, the big juicy head stretching the tight elastic fabric, taunting me.

He kept groping himself, adjusting his equipment, even reaching inside to free it up, pulling the top edge of the Speedo down so far I could see his bush, and a hint of the swollen flesh of his fuck stick. And when he caught me looking, he just grinned and winked and kept on groping himself.

Looking now at pictures of myself then, I realize I was just as good- looking as Kurt. I had jet-black hair and dark skin (my Greek ancestry) and was dangerously cute. I'm surprised now that I didn't attract more attention from other guys, I was very passive, but flirtatious, eager for attention from men, since my dad was always away, and showed little interest in me when he was around, preferring the companionship of his fishing buddies. I hated fishing. I'd have been an easy mark for any predatory older male.

Fortunately, it was Kurt's eye that I caught.

In Kurt's pool, we started splashing each other, and that led to mock- wrestling on the grass, and then to tickling.

He pretended we were equals at first, but soon tired of that, and dominated me easily, holding me from behind as he tickled me mercilessly until I was practically sobbing.

We were kneeling, our hard teen bodies pressed tightly together.

He stopped the tickling, and just held me, and I could feel his erection poking me in the ass through our wet swimsuits as he held me against him, our naked skin rubbing together. He was rubbing his hardon into my crack, and I returned the pressure, mesmerized by the feeling of his hands on my body, and his warm skin against my back. He had one hand on my chest, the other on my belly, and was rubbing me gently, pulling me tighter and tighter against his own chest and abs. His hand slid slowly lower on my belly, finally touching the waistband of my Speedo, threatening to slip inside.

I froze, waiting for him to touch my sex, desperate for more. His hand stayed there, rubbing gently, but not entering. Eventually he released me, and I scrambled to my feet and ran home, embarrassed and aroused and confused. I had wanted something more to happen, but I wasn't sure what. I just knew I liked being close to Kurt.

I didn't see Kurt for a few days after the pool incident, and felt horribly lonely and sad, sure that I had done something to ruin my chances of being friends with him, and miserably aware how unworthy of his friendship I was. Why should a god like him want to be with me?

The next Saturday morning I was sitting on a chair on our deck reading, when Kurt strolled over.

He was wearing a skin-tight white tank top that showed off his muscles to perfection, stretched taught over his juicy pecs, his nipples showing through the thin white fabric, dark and hard and erect; and tight pale blue running shorts with red piping, with deep slits up the sides that were spread open by his muscular thighs.

I saw him coming and pretended not to notice, my heart in my throat.

He walked up to my chair and stood beside it looking down at me, just a dark shadow against the sun, a halo of light illuminating the fine soft hairs that coated his legs. He was rubbing his hands over his body, pushing his tank top up to reveal his abs and pecs, caressing his naked skin.

I glanced at his crotch, afraid to be caught looking there, but unable to resist. There was a large bulge, the outline of his half-erect cock stretching the tight fabric. I wanted to reach out and touch it as he practically shoved it in my face, offering it to me, but I pretended I didn't know he was there, and he reached down and dug his finger into my side, tickling me.

"Stop it," I squealed weakly, laughing and squirming, trying to get away.

He relented and stepped back. I scrambled to my feet and stood a few feet off, panting, trying to catch my breath, glaring at him, angry, but unable to resist his appeal.

"Wanta come over?" he asked.

He was still rubbing himself, and had worked his tanktop up to his pecs, so his impossibly lean hard abs were bare. He looked like an anatomy drawing, every muscles sharply defined, his smooth darkly-tanned skin glistening with moisture in the summer heat. He traced the outline of his six-pack with his thumb, and I licked my lips, hungry for his body, desperate to be closer to him, to feel his touch again.

"What for?" I demanded, trying to seem defiant, my eyes glued to his body, mesmerized by the shameless way he was showing off, teasing me, tempting me.

"I don't know, just mess around together," he said.

He was rubbing his pecs now, slowly stroking his nipples. Somehow he made it look like the most natural thing in the world, to stand there flaunting his awesome teen beauty.

"Like what?" I countered, feeling weak and foolish. I wanted so much to be with him, but felt worthless and inferior. The only reason he was asking was that he was bored or something.

"I don't know," he grumbled, "it's no big deal, go on reading your stupid book, if you don't want to be with me."

He started to turn away.

The way he said that sounded like there was more than just boredom behind his invitation, like I had something he wanted. I tossed my book aside and ran in front of him.

"Okay," I said, smiling shyly at him.

He smiled back, and put his arm around my shoulder as we walked towards his house.

"Great," he said. "Come on, I'll show you my dad's office."

I slid my arm around his waist and held him, my fingers intensely aware of the bare skin of his side, the way his muscles moved under my hand. His hand slid down to my chest and rubbed my muscles through my shirt.

I knew Kurt's dad was a doctor, and saw his patients in their home, but I hadn't thought about what that meant, so when Kurt made the offer, I was puzzled. My dad had an office too, but it held nothing but books and papers, it was where he went to retreat from my Mom and me, it symbolized his distance from me. I couldn't imagine an office being interesting.

Kurt led me into their house, and through a door that led to his dad's examining room, and once I saw that, my interest revived.

I'd had medical exams by then, of course, and knew what a pediatrician's office looked like, but Kurt's dad was a gynecologist, and his examining room had stuff I'd never seen before.

Kurt showed me the table, with its metal stirrups, and opened a drawer to display various tubes and probes and dilating devices that looked scary to me.

I was nervous at first, afraid we'd be caught there, and get into trouble, but Kurt was very casual about the whole thing, so little by little I relaxed, and my curiosity took hold.

There was a strange energy charging the air around us. Kurt kept looking at me like he was expecting something, waiting for something, but I didn't know what.

Then as the strangeness of the room and its contents began to wear off, I became aware of Kurt, his bare muscular arms, his down-covered legs, his grin, the way he was touching me as he showed things to me, putting his arm over my shoulder, touching my forearm as I looked at objects he pulled from the drawers. And he continued caressing his own body, pushing his tank top up, playing with his muscles, showing off for me. I wanted to press myself against him, hold him, put my hands where his were.

We said less and less, and I found myself breathing hard, feeling uneasy but eager for something special to happen. I was feeling a fluttering in my belly, a churning in my groin. It was the way I felt when I saw images of naked men, like Greek statues or bodybuilders in skimpy posing straps.

So when Kurt said "Let me examine you," I said "OK."

"Take off your clothes and get up on the table," he said.

The way he said it was like a command, and he was standing there with his arms crossed, looking sternly at me.

I felt like I had to obey, but I felt embarrassed, taking off my clothes in front of him, so I turned away as I started unbuttoning my shirt.

"No, face me while you undress," he said.

It didn't occur to me to refuse, or ask why. He was in charge, I had to do what he said. I turned back and faced him, looking down, still embarrassed. As I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, he stepped closer and started helping me.

"Let me do it," he said.

It didn't occur to me to challenge him, this was his game, the rules were his. I stood docilely as he reached out and started undressing me. I was wearing jeans and a short-sleeved shirt and running shoes.

He unbuttoned my shirt slowly, then pushed it back over my shoulders, and off my arms onto the floor, then stroked my upper body gently, feeling my smooth soft arms and chest and belly. Slowly he knelt in front of me and undid my belt, then opened the snap and unzipped my pants, pushing them down to my knees.

I was wearing white briefs, skimpy Calvin Kleins that I had bought with my own money, wanting to look like the sexy model on the package.

He slid his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled them down to my knees too, freeing my half-erect cock, which he carefully rearranged, wrapping his hand around it gently, squeezing it a little, then reaching under to lift my balls and tug on them. He ran his hands slowly up and down my inner thighs, barely touching them, almost tickling me, arousing me further. The way he did it all was slow and careful, ritualistic, as though it was part of some script.

Finally he finished that part of the ritual and stood.

My cock was rock hard by then, pulled up tight against my belly, throbbing and jerking. I was gasping with arousal and excitement.

I was standing there nude from the knees up, hard-dicked and dizzy, as Kurt stripped his tank-top off. He was standing about a foot from me, and I could see small drops of moisture on his smooth sun-bronzed skin. I stared at the large aureoles of his nipples, which were jutting out hard and red. I wanted to suck them.

I was having trouble breathing by then, my heart was pounding madly, and I felt dizzy as Kurt lifted me and set me on the table. Our bare skin touched as he picked me up, my naked chest pressed against his. My erection was pressed against his bare abs for a moment, and my whole body tingled from the erotic contact.

The bare plastic of the table was cold against my naked ass. My jeans and briefs were at my knees.

Kurt knelt again in front of me and untied my shoe laces, then pulled my running shoes off, setting them carefully aside, then pulled my jeans the rest of the way off, and finally my briefs, sliding those down slowly, almost reverently. He kept glancing up at me, and I could see this was as exciting to him as it was to me. He kept licking his lips and glancing from my face to my crotch, and touching me gently in intimate places.

I was seated on the examination table, naked except for my white sox.

Kurt spread my legs wide apart and stroked my inner thighs, caressing them gently. He leaned down and put his face near my crotch. I thought he was going to lick me there, or kiss me, but he didn't, he just breathed softly on my inner thighs, and my whole body tingled.

My cock was pulled up tight against my belly, achingly hard. He played with my balls some more, then ran the tip of his fore-finger up the shaft of my cock to the tip. Precum was oozing from it, and he rubbed that around on the super-sensitive head.

It was almost like torture, I wanted to grab his hands and make him stroke my cock properly, make me cum, but I felt that I was forbidden to say anything, I had to go along with his program.

"How does that feel," he asked.

"Mmmm," was all I could say.

I was naked except for my sox, which he left on. I understand now how sexy just one item of clothing on an otherwise naked body can be, but at the time it seemed a little strange to me that he stopped there.

Kurt stood again, and guided me to lie down on my back on the table, pulling me to the end so he could lift my legs into the stirrups. The metal was cold, and I gasped, but never resisted. He used leather straps to restrain me at my wrists and ankles, and I didn't question that, I was totally under his spell.

When I was naked and tied helplessly to the examining table, Kurt removed the rest of his own clothes, stripping off his shorts, revealing his naked body in all its glory. He kept his deck shoes on, and I liked that, it emphasized his nakedness.

I was watching him hungrily, thrilled at the sight of his totally naked form.

His cock was hard like mine, but stood out straight from his groin, looking huge and demanding. It was the first time I had seen another male's erection, and I couldn't take my eyes off it, it looked so big and hard and sexy. I wanted to feel it, as he had felt mine.

But now it was time for the "exam."

Kurt must have planned this carefully, imagining what he would do. He moved confidently as he opened drawers and took out a selection of medical instruments, including a stethoscope, a hammer, and a shiny metal thing that looked like a weird gun, laying them out neatly on a table to one side.

First came the stethoscope, which he used in places I'm sure no real doctor has ever gone with it, placing it slowly and gently all over my body, pressing it against me and listening intently, then moving it a few inches to press and rub and listen again. He would tell me to breath in or cough and I would dutifully obey, and he would nod his head and move on to another place on my body.

It tickled a little in some places, but I gritted my teeth and endured it.

In other places it aroused me, intensifying my erection and making my balls churn in their sac with pent-up boy juice, desperate for release. When he pressed it against my nipples I gasped, feeling a thrill of excitement, aroused by the touch of a strange hand in a place I suddenly found was erogenous. My belly too was suddenly sensitive to the pressure, especially my navel.

Kurt probed and pushed and rubbed and listened all over my naked body. He watched my face the whole time, and when he found a spot that got a reaction, he would stay there, poking and rubbing carefully, getting me more and more aroused, more and more desperate for release.

Finally he reached my groin, where he went all around the base of my erection with the metal disk, pressing and rubbing. My cock twitched and throbbed, desperate for attention. I gasped and moaned.

With my legs raised in the air and spread wide apart he had easy access to my most private places, and pressed the cold metal of the stethoscope against my balls. Then he lifted those gently and placed the instrument against the blood-engorged flesh beneath them. Then he rubbed it on my tight pink boyhole.

Then he went back to my cock and repeated the whole sequence, as though needing to verify my responses. I panted and sighed.

I loved it all.

With the hand that wasn't pressing the stethoscope against my naked skin he stroked and prodded me other places, rubbing my armpits and thighs, arousing me still further. I was dizzy and gasping with need.

Occasionally he would ask me questions, his voice very serious, as though the answers really meant something.

"How does this feel?" as he pressed the stethoscope against my belly.

"Mmm," I replied, not sure what the right answer was. It felt good, but I was having trouble articulating, my mind was deep in some primal pool of raw sex and emotion, horny and engorged with lust, desperate for something more.

"And this?" as he pressed the stethoscope against my balls.

"Mmm, hmm," I grunted urgently, trying to encourage him.

Next he picked up the small rubber hammer and started tapping it all over my naked teen flesh.

I'd had medical exams, and the only places the doctor ever used that implement were my knees and elbows, testing my reflexes, but Kurt once again explored my entire body with the black rubber mallet, tapping and probing and stroking.

Again I found that my body responded in ways I had never imagined, and under the naked teen sex-fiend's expert touch my entire body was soon an uninterrupted erogenous zone.

Kurt tapped my nipples and navel and naked balls, gently, erotically.

Then my naked ass hole. He probed there with the dark hard rubber and I felt my heart throb deafeningly as he probed harder and harder, as though he meant to push it inside me.

My achingly hard erection was oozing steadily by then, and a pool of precum had collected in my navel. As he pressed the hammer into my bare vulnerable asshole and I felt my sphincter twitch and open, and the rubber threatened to enter, Kurt leaned down and licked slowly from my chest to my navel, sucking my nipples, first one, then the other, then licking my taught, quivering abs, then slurping up the sticky cock juice from my belly, and finally licking the head of my cock, lapping at the big wet drops that flowed from its tip.

I moaned and panted and grunted wordlessly. I wanted him to suck my cock now, engulf it with his hot wet mouth and make me cum, I felt like I was right on the edge, I could pop my nuts with just a little more stimulation, Kurt's mouth would do it. I lifted my hips from the table, trying to push my hard cock into his sexy mouth.

But then he lifted his head from my groin and pulled the hammer away from my ass hole and stepped back.

"I need to look inside you now," he said seriously.

I looked up dizzily and said "OK", desperate for anything that might offer release, not caring what he meant, trusting him to continue. I gulped as I saw his naked body fully displayed to me, his muscles glistening with perspiration, his cock sticking out totally hard. He followed my gaze and reached down to stroke himself.

Then he smiled and posed for me, flexing his muscles, caressing his naked body, stroking his cock, sucking his fingers and then using them to wet his nipples, squeezing big drops of fluid from the tip of his erection and rubbing them on his nipples, licking them up, rubbing them on me.

I twisted and thrashed on the table, helpless, desperate, wild with lust for the awesome blond muscle boy.

Kurt opened a drawer and pulled latex gloves one by one from a box, pulling them on, then taking out a tube of something that he squeezed onto his gloved fingers. It was a clear, wet-looking gel.

Stepping between my legs, he rubbed his fingers against my asshole, and it felt cold and wet and slippery.

He pushed gently, and his finger slid inside me easily.

I gasped, thrilled by the forbidden intrusion. This was strange and exciting.

Kurt pushed his finger in slowly, deeper and deeper, wiggling it gently, and my cock throbbed and oozed harder. Then he found a spot inside me that was like he was pressing a button that controlled my balls and cock, making them churn and expand and fill with hot urgent delight. He rubbed that slowly for a while as I moaned and begged for more.

"How's that?" he asked quietly.

"Mmm. Yes!" I gasped.

Kurt's other hand, the one that wasn't buried up my tight virgin teen asshole, was slowly stroking my bare inner thighs, my balls, my abs, my naked chest, my hard cock.

Then he pulled his finger out of my asshole and stepped back.

"Ready?" he asked, looking at me intently.

I nodded, gasping with need. I had no idea what he meant, I had forgotten where I was, what had gone before, or what was next, but I wanted him to go on, I wanted him to use me, arouse me, own me.

Kurt picked up the speculum - to me it was just a shiny metal device that looked dangerous, mysterious, thrilling. He wet it thoroughly with that slippery stuff from the tube, then stepped between my legs again.

"This may be uncomfortable at first," I heard him say. I was dazed, drunk with sex and need.

"Mmm," I responded. I didn't care what he did to me, I was his.

He pressed the speculum against my asshole and I felt myself stretched slowly wider and wider. At first I welcomed it, but then the stretching continued, and started to hurt. I grunted.

"Just relax," Kurt said, rubbing my belly, "let it in, we're almost there," and he pressed harder, and my asshole stretched farther, and just when I thought he was ripping me apart it popped in. I gasped.

"Does it hurt?" Kurt asked.

"Mmm-hmm," I panted.

He pulled it out and said "I think we need more of the lubricant," and he picked up the tube of gel, and squeezed lots of it onto his fingers and worked it up my asshole. That felt good, as he fucked me with his fingers, first one, then two. He did that several times, and I relaxed, and when he had me dripping with lube he picked up the speculum again and this time slid it in with no trouble. It still felt too big, but as he worked it in deeper, it felt good, and my cock jerked and oozed again.

Kurt fucked me slowly with the speculum. I felt myself losing control. I looked at him, my mouth open, my jaw slack, my whole body was starting to throb and twitch.

He started to stroke my cock with his other hand, and that was all it took. The minute he wrapped his fingers around my erection it was as though a circuit had been completed. I started to cum.

I threw my head back and let out a long wail of ecstasy as my balls suddenly exploded and huge wads of hot teen cum shot from the tip of my cock and plastered my face and chest and abs.

Kurt watched for a moment, speechless, then exploded into rage, hitting the table with his hands.

"No! You weren't supposed to do that yet! I wasn't ready!"

I was terrified, and tried to move away from him, but couldn't get far with my ankles and wrists tied down. The speculum shot out of my ass and clattered to the floor. My cock was still throbbing and spurting, I felt like I would never stop cumming.

"I'm sorry!" I wailed. "I couldn't help it! Please don't be mad."

I was on the verge of tears, crying and cumming at the same time, afraid and in ecstasy.

Kurt was standing there stroking his own cock, pounding the table, and as my boner jerked and spurted, still pumping out my hot teen cum, he started cumming too. His face went slack, then got all contorted, then he fell forward between my legs on top of me, grunting and swearing, his face buried in my chest. He hugged my naked, cum-soaked body to his with one arm as he worked his cock with the other.

"Oh fuck! Fuck yeah! Cumming! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Afterwards Kurt got some paper towels and cleaned me up before he released me from the straps holding me down on the table. He didn't say anything, and wouldn't look at my face, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable, realizing, now that my lust was exhausted, that we had done something forbidden and dirty.

I slid off the table and stood shakily as he gathered up the instruments he had been using on me and carried them to the sink and dumped them into it. We were both still naked, and I was still coated with my cum and his, the wetness feeling cool on my bare skin. Kurt was standing with his back to me at the sink as I walked up behind him.

"We have to clean up," he mumbled. "My folks will be home soon."

I reached out and stroked his naked back, letting my fingers trace the muscles leading down to his beautiful round firm ass.

He froze, then turned abruptly and wrapped his arms around me and clasped our naked bodies together desperately, burying his face in my shoulder.

"Did I hurt you?" he choked out. It sounded like he was crying.

I returned his hug, holding him tightly.

"No," I lied. "I liked it." That part was true. Besides, I was so totally infatuated with him, I'd have endured anything he asked.

And that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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