Aaron and Friends

By authorsix

Published on Jan 27, 2002

Gay

Caution/Welcome. The following is a gay fantasy about thirteen-year-old Aaron Carter who shortly after being introduced to the joys of gay sex, heads out on his 2001 summer American tour with his sister and Sweden's A-team only to discover that being super horny is the least of his worries, and that there are many facets to this world of same sex relationships that he has discovered. This story does not reflect nor imply the real sexuality of this hot young singer. It is the sixth in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and follows the story "Aaron, David and a Secluded Beach". If you do not like reading gay fantasies about teenage boys or celebrities, or about boys and doctors and things that go on in examining rooms when they are left to their devices, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key. This story is posted at free gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment. Lyrics are copyright of Aaron Carter. Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the permission of the author. Comments and story suggestions can be sent to the author J. O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

AARON AND THE DOCTOR

My Aunty told her, I shoulda told her

No I'm not kidding

That's what she told her

3, 6, 9

The goose drank wine

Aaron inhaled deeply and tried to ignore the message his bladder was urgently sending to his brain.

The monkey chew tobacco on the streetcar line

The line broke, the monkey got choked

And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat.

Wine, rowboats, why did so many of his lyrics have to have reference to liquids? The message was even more urgent, demanding that something be done or there would be consequences, severe consequences. The thirteen-year-old singer pressed his lips together and concentrated on the music as he tried to block out the other demand on his brain.

My mama told me if I was lucky

He clenched his peehole closed with all his effort, which he'd come to realize also meant he clenched his asshole closed. Until this past week he'd never noticed the two were connected, and that you could not do one without the other. That was curious, and he wondered why that would possibly be. Damn. It was impossible to continue.

"Excuse me," he apologized, and dashed off the stage.

It had all started a couple days after he'd returned home from his visit with David Gallagher following his farm vacation. First there had been the slight pain in his sides, which he'd assumed was simply his abdominal muscles complaining because of the rigorous routine he was putting them through in preparation for his tour. Then it became sharper, almost to the point that he was going to tell his mother, something he didn't like doing. Being a performer and a star was demanding, and that meant having a schedule and having others depending on you. Being sick was not in his schedule, and others were depending on him being healthy and able to perform. That he knew his mother was expecting of him. Besides, he was thirteen-and-a-half, not some little kid that had to go running to mama every time there was a little pain.

Then as he began his American tour the pain went away, confirming it was just a case of lazy muscles, and he was glad he'd stuck it out. Unfortunately, it was replaced by another problem. He found himself needing to take a leak more and more frequently, and when he needed to go he needed to go then, and when he went, he pissed like a racehorse, a phrase he'd heard A.J. first use way back in 1997 when the group of them himself, his brother, and the other Backstreet Boys were taking a leak before going on stage one evening during their European tour. At first he'd just figured it had to be the change in water from California to Florida and then hopping from state to state. That had happened to him a lot when he'd first begun touring, but then they'd begun to carry bottled water on tour and he hadn't had the problem for over a year, except of course when he forgot and drank out of a fountain. Regrettably, he had forgotten when he'd flown to the west coast to be with David for a few days.

In the past that had normally affected his bowels, not his bladder, but what did he know about that sort of thing? What he did know was that he had a problem, and he had it bad. He'd immediately cut back on his water intake, figuring that had to help, and especially just before going on stage. Unfortunately he had to drink a lot of water when he was performing. It was hot under the lights, and especially in some of the outfits he wore, so a guy had to drink a lot of water or he'd become dehydrated. Singers had an extra need: you had to keep your mouth and vocal cords moist. He was having a difficult enough time as it was with his voice cracking occasionally now with puberty having set in without the additional problem of dry chords.

Cutting back on his water intake didn't help all that much, and when it got so bad he could barely do an hour without a pee break, he began to get worried. His immediate thought was that it had something to do with the milking machine incident with him and David back at Pineview farms. He'd initially been worried that it had hurt his nuts, but after two days of rest and then his session with David on the secluded beach in California, that fear proved to be unfounded. He'd never thought about it doing damage to his bladder. It made sense though. His bladder did share the same tubing as his nuts.

Another thought was that perhaps he had caught something from David. Now that was very unlikely in his mind, but it was feasible. They'd had unprotected sex.

That was totally dumb now that he thought about it, though at the time using a condom was the farthest thing from his mind. Of course he could have just as well have caught something from Justin Berfield earlier. You didn't get an STD instantly. At least he didn't think you could. He didn't really know anything about that sort of thing either. He hadn't really known much of anything about sex actually until Justin had introduced him to the joy that could be gotten with those things dangling between a guy's legs at the beginning of the month. He was tempted to phone Justin and ask how he was, if he had any particular problems lately, and if not, to phone David, but he was on tour now. A phone call from his hotel room would be noticed, and his chance of phoning from a public phone was next to nil the way his mother and his bodyguards watched him all the time.

So he did what any sensible thirteen-year-old boy would do, he tried to ignore it, hoping it would go away, but it didn't. Then he tried to deal with it, hoping nobody would notice, but they did. How could they not when he had to take a break every hour on the hour?

How could they not when he was either concentrating on keeping it in or worrying about what he might have contracted instead of concentrating on his songs? He not only was off key, but he'd even gotten confused with the lyrics.

His mother was furious and he knew it. Of course she came to the only conclusion she could. He should have been practising harder instead of going on that farm vacation, the vacation she'd insisted he take in the first place. He needed to have other interests and he had to have friends, but not if it meant interfering with his singing as far as she was concerned. His singing was important to her. She'd pushed to have him included in the Backstreet Boys tour four years ago, and she'd been pushing ever since. Sometimes Aaron wondered if singing was more important to her than it was to him. It would be nice to be just a normal kid once in a while. Aaron frowned. He loved his mother, and he loved singing. He only had those thoughts when he was tired, and he hadn't been getting much sleep with waking up every couple hours to take a leak and then laying there wondering if he had gonorrhea or something.

The problem persisted to the point where he couldn't perform on stage without two or three breaks in addition to the scheduled ones, and when the pain suddenly returned besides, he had no choice but to tell his mother, as embarrassing as that was for a thirteen-year-old boy to do. She thought perhaps it was tension because of the extensive tour they'd arranged to promote his latest album and give his career a boost, or performance pressure what with his voice changing. She told him to relax and reminded him of the breathing exercises they used to do when he was younger and got tense. He tried to relax, but relaxing just resulted in near accidents.

Then, in Oklahoma City, on July 3, the backstage washroom was just too far away. As he leaped off the stage of the Zoo Amphitheatre and dashed down the corridor he grasped himself between the legs and pinched the tip shut like some little four-year-old. He thought he'd made it when he reached the washroom door and pushed through it, but then he had to let go so he could pull down his fly, and when he did, he couldn't hold it back, not with just his penis muscle. To his despair it began to leak out, and before he could extract his penis he'd wet the fly front of his boxers. He couldn't do a thing about it and as he yanked his piss hose out through the fly of his shorts and his pants, it kept streaming, spraying piss all over his fingers and the front of his pants. Now that was majorly embarrassing having the stage hands see his sprayed pants as he headed to the change room to put on a different outfit.

He had no performances the next day, July 4, but it being a holiday, there was not a single doctor working in Oklahoma City either, and the day following they were supposed to be flying to Kansas City for his next performance first thing in the morning. So, they ended up going to the emergency ward at the nearest hospital, along with what seemed to be half the city. Aaron was not keen about going to doctors in the first place, and going to a stranger instead of their family doctor and having to sit in a room of coughing, wheezing, totally ugly people in an emergency ward instead of the sterile outer office of his family doctor besides was even worse. The only good thing about the experience was that nobody recognized him. The last thing he wanted was to be surrounded by a gaggle of bugeyed fans who wanted him to sing a few tunes for them, or sign their autograph books. It was a long wait, and as he sat there he wondered what was wrong with him, and he imagined the very worse. The day totally sucked, and there was little prospect it was going to get better. It was finally his turn, and he and his mother were shown to a small examining room barely larger than a closet. That didn't surprise the surly teenager.

Doctor Erin Redderik didn't pay much attention to the top of the admittance form. That was for the administrators and bean counters. What the forty-eight-year-old doctor needed to know were the sections giving the medical background of the patient and why he was in emergency, both of which were dismally sketchy, which did not come as a surprise. Patients who had complete records saw their doctors regularly, and those who saw their doctors regularly did not turn up at emergency, especially on a major national holiday. From the number of patients he'd already seen and the crowd in the reception room, those who looked after themselves were evidently in a large minority.

"So, what seems to be the problem?" he asked, closing the door and turning around to look at his patient. His eyes widened and he stood there slack jawed, looking totally surprised, and he figured later, probably looking like an idiot. He did not need to look at the top of the form to know who his next patient was. His fourteen-year-old daughter had his picture plastered all over her room, and she and her girl friends listened incessantly to his music and religiously poured over fan magazines that reported his every move for hours at a time. Of course they'd talked about his upcoming performance at the Zoo Amphitheatre for months and were among the first to purchase tickets. He would not be surprised to read tomorrow about his visit to the emergency ward, which reminded him why they were both there in the examination room.

"Aaron has been having urinary problems," Jane Carter responded, causing her son to begin to blush as he looked down at the floor.

"I see. What kind of problems?"

"He has been having pain in his sides," she responded as Aaron opened his mouth to reply. "And he has to pee a lot."

Aaron grew redder. It was a highly personal topic, and even more embarrassing yet having your mother talking about it. Besides, she was treating him like a little kid. He was perfectly capable of telling the doctor himself. As for the doctor, his initial response upon seeing them was exactly what he didn't want. He knew the look the doctor had in his eyes. He'd seen it in hundreds of fans. It was that look of wonder and disbelief, that look that said, "oh shit I can't believe I'm talking to Aaron Carter!" What he wanted was a doctor, not some star-struck rube standing there in a white lab coat with his mouth hanging open.

"By a lot, do you mean frequency, or volume?"

"Both," Jane Carter responded before Aaron could speak. He turned even redder. It was bad enough having to answer those embarrassing, personal questions without his mother jumping in and answering them for him. "He has to pee every hour at least." Why did she have to use the baby word? She could say urinate. He'd been practising saying it all morning in preparation for this meeting. Now he couldn't get a word in edgewise. He couldn't be more embarrassed than he was at that moment.

"So is there any pain when you pee?" the doctor asked, looking directly at him.

"No," he whispered, his face now beet red. That was one question his mother could not answer, but he'd been wrong about nothing being more embarrassing than having her answer the questions for him. Having to answer something that personal in front of your mother was far greater.

"So how does it feel when you pee?"

Aaron looked at the man in disbelief and dismay. That was embarrassing enough to answer with just the two of them, never mind in front of a woman, and especially if that woman was your mother! "Ah, well, I, ah. . . ."

"Go ahead, Aaron, tell the doctor how it feels," his mother prompted. He wanted to die. Right there, right on the spot. Now that was the most embarrassing moment of his life.

"Ah, perhaps Aaron and I should continue this exam alone," Doctor Redderik suggested, common sense finally breaking through the celebrity shock that had temporarily taken over his mind.

"Nonsense. Aaron has no reason to hide anything from me," Jane Carter responded, voicing what she'd really been thinking before she realized it. She loved her son dearly and wanted to trust him, but she knew the temptations of the music industry, and her son was a handsome young man. She'd also taken the occasional look at some of those fan sites set up about her two sons, and she knew there were girls out there who were hot for her boys. As soon as she was aware of Aaron's problem, the possibility that one of the wanton hussies had seduced her boy had been the first thing to cross her mind.

"Well, it is not so much as hiding ."

"Do you have something to hide, Aaron?" Jane Carter interrupted, giving in to the fear that had been nagging at her even though she was certain she was wrong. He was only thirteen after all, and he was a good boy.

"No. Of course not," Aaron lied.

"But sometimes it is more comfortable in cases such as this when the conversation is just between doctor and patient," Doctor Redderik inserted. "Besides, I'll have to make some physical observations," he added, looking at Jane meaningfully.

"Well, there certainly isn't anything Aaron has to show you that I haven't seen and wiped clean," Jane said, not used to anyone disagreeing with her for one, and besides, this was her little boy they were talking about, and she was worried about him.

"Mooommmm!" Aaron had been wrong before. Now he definitely wanted to die.

"Well, there isn't."

"Still, Mrs. Carter, it is better if you leave us," Doctor Redderik urged, moving toward the door.

"I'm his mother."

"I'll be all right," Aaron assured his mother.

Jane looked at him and saw the desperation in his eyes. She was protective, and she was a show mom with high aspirations for her son, but she did love him and did have his best interests in mind, and she knew the doctor was right. "Of course," she agreed. It was difficult to accept that her baby was growing up. "I'll be right outside in the waiting room if you need me."

"Thanks, Mom." Aaron sighed with relief as she left. At least that was one dilemma finished.

"I want you to unbutton your shirt for me," the doctor advised as Jane closed the door behind her, "and sit up here on the examination table."

Aaron was wearing one of his favourites by Structure, a white shirt with bright yellow, blue and red overlapping circles. As he began to unbutton it, he was glad that the doctor had at last realized his embarrassing situation. He could not help but notice how the man was still looking at him though, as if he had pointy ears or antennae growing out of the top of his head or something. It was weird how people reacted to celebrities, even adults. As he undid the last button, he resolved that if the doctor asked him for some inside information about his next record, or about his brother Nick, or for an autograph he'd scream. He sat up on the exam table and wondered how many sheets of paper they went through in a day considering the crowd of people in the waiting room, and how a flimsy sheet of paper provided any protection anyway.

"So, how does it feel when you pee?" the doctor asked again.

Aaron almost wished he'd asked about his older brother Nick or some other dumb question instead. He looked up at the doctor, not certain how to answer. How does a guy describe something like that?

"Do you feel any pain when you pee, or a burning sensation around the opening of your penis or anything like that?"

"Oh," Aaron responded, understanding. "No, nothing like that. Not other than, well, you know," he said with a shrug, "just the usual feeling when, well, when you urinate." Geez, this was embarrassing. "The pain is in my sides, here," he continued, indicating his sides below his ribs with his hands, "and it isn't when I urinate." There, he finally had a chance to use the word.

"Well, let's have a listen," Doctor Redderik said, picking up his stethoscope. As he proceeded to listen to Aaron's chest with the stethoscope, the forty-eight-year-old doctor imagined the look on his daughter's face when he told her who his patient had been that afternoon. As he listened, he curled his fingers and gently tapped Aaron's chest, first on the right side and then on the left. The fleshy pad below his thumb accidentally brushed against one of Aaron's teats and the boy flinched.

Erin pretended not to notice, knowing the boy was embarrassed by the reaction. It was a normal response. As he continued tapping the boy's chest he studied him. He was very good looking with a remarkably clear complexion for a teenager beginning puberty, and his muscle tone appeared to be excellent, which was not surprising considering the gymnastic performance the boy put on when he sang. Doctor Redderik knew what his performances were like, having plenty of opportunities to catch glimpses of the videos his daughter and her friends were always watching, and having watched Aaron performing on TV on several occasions.

He brushed his hand against the teenager's nipple again, this time on purpose, and smiled as the boy flinched again and as he saw the little bud begin to swell. He carefully and gently cupped his hand over the right teat and ever so slowly pressed down, touching it with his palm. It was very firm and he imagined the arousal the boy was feeling at that moment. If he told his daughter he'd examined Aaron Carter's smooth chest and had felt one of his nipples, she'd have a hundred questions about how his chest looked, if it was hard or soft, probably even how it smelt. He leaned closer and inhaled deeply. The boy was not wearing any cologne and he was glad. He didn't mind the colognes boys wore these days, but he loved the natural aroma of youth the best. He wondered if he should ask the young singer for his autograph for his daughter.

As he'd felt his teats grow hard Aaron had flushed even more, and as he felt the man's warm, soft palm press gently against his firm little bud he wondered what the doctor was thinking. Would he be wondering why his nipple had gotten hard? Would he know from that how horny he was feeling? He was a doctor. He probably knew he was horny without having to feel his nipple. Whatever he was thinking, Aaron could not tell from the look on his face as he continued to tap his chest. As the man's fingers brushed against his now fully erect teat a moment later, it burned with that irritation that was both an ache of pain and of desire and he felt his dick twinge. Fear shot through his mind and what the doctor was thinking became unimportant. Suppose he got a woodie!

"Now I'd like you to drop your trousers please."

Aaron stood and looked at the floor self-consciously as he unbuckled his belt and allowed his cargo pants to drop to his ankles. He knew this was all part of a doctor's job, but he was still embarrassed to be standing there in front of the guy with his pants down.

"You might just as well step out of them, and remove your shirt."

Removing his air runners, Aaron did as he was told and stood there embarrassed as hell in just his Polo blue plaid boxers and Nike socks and hoped the doctor would hurry up and do what he had to do before he sprang a woodie. As he stood there, the doctor continued to poke and prod his chest, his back, his sides, and his stomach. Going to the door, he stuck his head out, and to Aaron's horror, the doctor called a nurse to bring him a specimen glass. Doctor Redderik smiled as he saw the horrified look on the boy's face, and he moved away from the door so when the nurse arrived she'd have to come all the way in. Teenage boys were a lot of talk, but it was a different matter when exposed to an adult female in their underwear. He loved the look on their faces when caught with their pants down, and when the nurse arrived a few minutes later, Aaron did not disappoint him. As for Aaron, all the embarrassing moments earlier paled compared to the knockout young nurse glancing over and smiling at him as he stood there awkwardly in his boxers and socks. At least she'd been young and had big boobs, something the horny teenager noticed first about women, though it was difficult to tell much in her uniform. Now if she had been the one examining him. . . . Aaron quickly pushed that thought out of his mind or he would have had a major problem.

"Now, I'll have to ask you to step out of your underwear," Doctor Redderik said as the nurse closed the door.

Pushing them down and stepping out of them, Aaron stood there helplessly, thankful that at least he had not yet sprung an erection. Placing his fingers along the left of his stomach, the doctor asked him to cough, and then to do it again as he pressed down on the other side, with his fingers in his hairs as he pressed down on his pubes just above his dick, and finally the most embarrassing of all, while cupping his nuts. He always had a complete physical before going on tour, so after four years of performing none of this was new to the thirteen-year-old, but that didn't make it any easier.

Erin slowly rolled the boy's nuts in his fingers, aware that the boy was holding in his breath as he examined him. He had a nice set of balls, low hung and loose, and a fair sized dick, perhaps a bit shorter than average for his age but much fatter than most boys. He recalled when he was that age and the hours he'd spent playing with his balls before drifting off to sleep. His favourite years had been when he was a teenager, full of raging hormones and horny as hell from morning to night. That was one of the reasons he'd specialized in teen medicine, and why he preferred treating boys. He fingered Aaron's loose sack a moment longer, and then drew his fingers to his face and scratched his nose with the edge of his forefinger. Inhaling deeply, he relished the distinctive, nutty smell of the teenager's sack.

"Now, I'm going to need a urine sample," he advised. "We'd normally use one of the washrooms, but you've seen how busy the place is. I hope you won't mind doing it here."

"Ah, well, I guess not," Aaron said. Take a piss, in a plastic glass, in front an adult standing there watching him? Of course he minded, but what was he to do? Anyway, he was a doctor, and he did have to take a piss. The doctor handed him the plastic glass and Aaron looked at it hesitantly. "Ah, well," he began, his face growing beet red with embarrassment. "Like my mom said, when I go I have to go a lot, and once it starts I can't stop til I'm done." The doctor looked down at him blankly. "I'll think I'll need more than this little glass."

"Oh, I see," said the doctor. "Nurse!"

Aaron was mortified, and as the door opened, he cupped his hands before him and turned his back. Realizing that he was exposing his naked butt to her, he considered reaching behind with one of his hands, but that would hardly cover anything. At least facing her he could cover his privates totally. He turned back around just in time to catch her glancing at him, and to his irritation he saw her lips curl ever so slightly. So she thought it was funny! She could have at least found it sexy. He felt like asking her how she'd like it standing starkers in front of him! If this was so humorous maybe he should drop his hand and give her a good look.

The teenage boy glared down at his hands. Only problem with doing that was that she'd probably report it to the tabloids, and tomorrow everyone would read that he had an inch-and-a-half long dick, the size to which he'd shrunk in his mortification. She and the doctor exchanged whispers, and she left and returned in a moment with a white plastic jug. As she left once again, the doctor handed him the jug and glass.

So he stood there in just his Nike socks, aiming his limp dicklet at the plastic glass in the tiny room with the doctor only a couple feet away pretending to be busy. What else could he do, stare at him? Aaron's breath quavered as he inhaled nervously. All right, this was now the most embarrassing moment of the day. He closed his eyes and inhaled and exhaled deeply, and as he relaxed he felt the pressure release in his bladder and his urine begin to flow through his groin and through his cock. It streamed into the plastic glass with that hollow drumming sound, following by the sound of his steady stream churning in the rapidly growing pool of piss.

He quickly filled the container, and constricting his peehole muscle and sphincter tightly closed, he hurriedly put the container down and grabbing the jug, slipped his limp dick in the opening just in time as the flood broke through the dam. The hollow noise as he began pissing into the plastic jug was even louder, and as his stream churned the piss in the filling litre bottle he glanced over at the doctor in time to catch the man glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. Now not only was that totally embarrassing, but, and the expression was appropriate, it totally pissed him off. It was bad enough having to piss in the containers in the man's presence, but he was watching him as if he was some little kid, worried he might sprinkle on the tiles or something. He was tempted to do it on purpose. When the flow finally stopped, Aaron turned his back to the doctor and milked out the rest of his piss, grasping his limp organ by the base and squeezing it as he pulled on it. At least the doctor was not going to see him doing that! As he finished and looked up, he was dismayed to see his reflection in the shiny aluminum plate on the wall, and the blurry image of the doctor behind him. Oh maaaaaannnnnn!

Saying that he'd have the sample tested right away and the rest disposed of, Erin told the embarrassed teenager to sit back up on the examination table and he stepped out of the room. This had not been the first time he'd used the excuse of occupied washrooms to have his patients urinate in front of him, but watching Aaron performing that basic and natural act than had gotten him hotter than most patients had. Perhaps it was because of the boy's hot looks, or because he was a celebrity, or because he'd been so embarrassed having to do it there in front of him. It was funny how embarrassed otherwise macho, confident boys became when they had to give a sample even though at their age they probably pissed in front of their peers hundreds of times in public urinals. There was something embarrassing about pissing into a container, and pissing in front of an adult, and their youthful bashfulness was a major turn on. Even more of a turn on had been the concentration on the thirteen-year-old's face as he'd stared down at his penis and milked out the remainder of his piss.

He had not been watching the boy in concern he'd sprinkle on the tiles as Aaron had assumed. What the hot young teenager did not know was that as he'd been watching he'd been wondering how far he'd be able to go with him. He was able to mess around with most of his young patients to some degree, him being a doctor and his young charges assuming what he was doing with them had a medical purpose despite how embarrassing it was. He had managed to mess with some of them all the way, but they were either average, unsuspecting, naive boys, who still thought his motivation was medical, or they were sexually precocious and inquisitive and welcomed his sexual advances, something many adults, including his own colleagues, still refused to admit that teenagers and even preteens would do. He knew otherwise, and that it was far more common than adults wanted to admit.

This, however, was Aaron Carter, a major and well-known celebrity, and a boy of more than average intelligence. He was neither average nor naive, though from his behaviour he was a typical teenager in regards to his self-consciousness and innocence. His behaviour so far would also indicate he was neither precocious nor experienced, which considering his age and the brief meeting with his mother was not a surprise either. His celebrity status and his innocence and purity combined with his natural sexiness and good looks made him all the more enticing, but he would also have to be that much more careful if he decided to try anything with the boy. If this particular boy chose to object to any of his medical procedures or reported on what they'd done in the course of his examination, he would be believed far more quickly than the average boy, and the people he had access to were far more powerful than the people the average boy and his parents had available to them.

Sending the sample to the lab to be tested with a special high priority code, he slipped into one of the washrooms, which of course were not as occupied as he'd said, with the litre jug and a package of baby bottles and disposable inserts. He carefully poured the contents of the jug into three of the eight-ounce baby bottle disposable inserts, and then pulling out his cock, he filled two more inserts himself. Dipping his finger in one of the inserts filled with Aaron's piss, Erin stuck out his tongue and sampled it, and then did a sample taste of his own. Satisfied, he placed the inserts in the baby bottle shells and attaching nipples to the bottles, he returned to the examination room.

"Now, Aaron, from what I've seen so far, I think we'd better do an enema," he said, placing the bottles on the counter.

"An enema?"

"Yes, have you ever had one before?"

Aaron shook his head.

"Do you know what it is?"

Aaron shook his head again, as Erin had suspected and hoped he would.

"Well, I want you to lie down on the exam table to begin with." Aaron did as he was told and Erin licked his lips with delight and excitement as his eyes ran down over the thirteen-year- old's naked body from his blond hair to his Nike socks. "I want you to drink this," he said, handing him the first of the baby bottles. "It will help relax you."

"What is it? If it has drugs or anything, you'll have to talk to my mom."

"Oh no, it's just warm, slightly salted tea."

"Salted tea?" Aaron asked, raising his dark eyebrows. Erin's dick twitched. Why blonds tended to have dark eyebrows Erin did not know, but it made them look so damn sexy.

"The tea will relax you, and the salt we need to balance the chemicals in your body when we give you the enema. I know it's embarrassing, but we have it in these baby bottles so you can drink laying on your back while I shave you."

"Shave me?" asked Aaron with a smile. "I don't think that will be necessary." He ran his hand over his smooth cheeks and wished that he did have something to shave.

"Oh, not there," the doctor said, and as Aaron looked at him blankly, Erin glanced down and Aaron began to turn red once more.

"Don't worry, your hair will grow back quick enough. Now, you'd best down that tea while it is warm. It will only take me a few minutes here, and we need those five bottles emptied before I can begin the enema."

"All five?" Aaron asked, glancing at the bottles.

Doctor Redderik nodded and his heart speeded up with apprehension and delight as he watched the boy bring the nipple to his lips and slip them around the rubber teat. His cheeks sunk in as he tentatively sucked in his first swallow. It was strange tasting tea, having a mild, slightly bitter and ever so slightly salty taste. Aaron had only drank tea a couple times in his life, so as he sucked in a mouthful of the warm, pale yellow liquid, he had no reason to suspect that was not what he was drinking. It was not unpleasant, but it certainly did not rank up there with Sprite.

Of course with his kidneys working as hard as they were and with him pissing so frequently, his urine was highly diluted, resulting in a mild, dish watery taste and the palest yellow colour. Doctor Redderik felt a surge in his crotch as he watched the boy down the first bottle of his own piss. Water sports ranked high in his list of fetishes, and as a doctor, he knew that what he had tricked Aaron into doing would not bring any harm to his body. Despite public opinion, urine was not a filthy waste product, and indeed, there was an entire branch of medicine known simply as urine therapy or UT that promoted the use of urine both internally and externally. Of course it was much more erotic and satisfying when the boys knew they were drinking their own urine, but he did not have the time to explain the homeopathic value of urine, and he was not prepared to risk losing the opportunity of seeing the hot young celebrity drinking his own piss by telling him what was really in the bottles.

Aiming the shaving lotion at Aaron's crotch, Erin sprayed his pubes and spread the foam over his groin and between his balls and thighs. He then took the safety razor and began to carefully shave the boy's lower torso. Of course he had no reason to shave the boy, but Aaron, like most boys, did not know that, and when a doctor said he had to do something, you naturally assumed he had good reason. As far as Erin was concerned, he did have a good reason. He loved the look of naked pubes on a young teenage boy, and watching a sexy-looking teenager like Aaron laying on his back and sucking on a baby bottle of piss with his privates totally devoid of hair was enough to make the man cream his trousers.

He carefully shaved off the bush of blond hairs, and pulling aside the boy's balls, he shaved the inside of his thighs and under his ball sack. Then holding the boy's penis up by the loose foreskin, he carefully shaved around the base. As he was finishing up, Erin handed Aaron his fourth bottle, the first of the doctor's piss.

By then Aaron was accustomed to the strange taste of the supposedly salted tea, and even though he noticed the fluid in this bottle was a much deeper yellow he placed the nipple in his mouth and sucked in a mouthful. It was markedly stronger, having a much sharper "tea" flavour. He swallowed the strangely-flavoured mouthful of liquid and sucked in another full mouthful, not because he liked the flavour, but figuring the faster he drank the stuff the less time he'd have to notice the taste. Besides, concentrating on drinking the liquid helped him forget what the doctor was doing between his legs. It was embarrassing having the doctor move his things out of the way as he shaved him, and it was upsetting to see the beautiful, curly locks that he'd only recently begun to grow being scraped off.

Wiping off the boy's groin with a warm, damp towel, Doctor Redderik looked down at Aaron's hairless genitals and felt his dick twitch again. The handsome teenager looked so hot laying there without a hair to be seen on his crotch. Aaron looked down also, but the thirteen- year-old boy didn't find anything hot about the sight of his smooth, pink pubes. The sight reminded him instead of the hairless pubes of a baby and he hoped it would not take too long for his hairs to grow back in. Erin smiled as Aaron finished off the last bottle and handed it to him, the boy's lips moist with the doctor's warm, salty piss. When Aaron licked his lips Erin almost lost it he was feeling so randy.

"Now then," he said a few moments later after regaining his composure and as he swung up two telescopic metal stands attached to the side of the examination table and tightened them, "we need you to place your legs in these U-shaped supports." Aaron raised his legs, and drawing his knees up toward his body, he spread them and rested the calves in the U-shaped ends of the two stands. Placing a plastic cushion under his butt to raise it, the doctor adjusted the supports so his calves were parallel to the exam table.

As the doctor set up a stand that looked something like a coat rack beside him and began filling up a large bag with a long hose at the sink, Aaron wondered if the doctor was going to be able to tell he'd been fucked up the ass, and if he could, if he'd say anything about it, and even worse, if he'd report it to his mother. Although he was sure there was no way to tell, he had no idea if a doctor with his special training could or not, and just in case he could, he tried desperately to think of some other explanation. Having no idea what the signs might be, and unable to think of a single reason why someone might have had something stuck up his ass other than a cock, or even what he might have up it, Aaron gave up and hoped for the best as the doctor approached him and hooked the bag filled with warm water to the stand. Aaron was so concerned about the doctor discovering he'd had his ass fucked by another guy, he didn't pay much attention to what the doctor was doing, and didn't notice that the doctor was half erect.

"Now, just relax," Erin said. "I'm going to lubricate your anus so I can insert this nozzle."

"Insert it?" Aaron asked, looking at the nozzle in the doctor's hand uncertainly.

"Yes. What we're going to do, is empty this bag of warm water up your intestines to clean them out."

"That whole bag?" Aaron asked, looking at the bag closely for the first time. It looked huge.

"Don't worry. That isn't as much water as it appears, and your intestines will be able to handle it. It will feel quite pleasant actually."

Aaron was not so sure as the doctor applied a generous dab of KY to his fingertip and stepping up to him, reached down between his legs. Ripples of a familiar arousal pulsated through his pucker as he felt the doctor's fingertip slowly rub his anus. Thoughts of Justin and David immediately came to the boy's mind as he felt the stimulation passing through his asshole and along the length of his dick. As the doctor pressed the tip of his finger against his pucker and wiggled it, Aaron instinctively pushed out and ever so slowly and gently the doctor slipped the tip of his finger into the boy's rectum.

Being under the assumption that the boy had never had anything up his ass before, Erin inserted his finger slowly, savouring every second as he sank his digit in further and further until he was up as far as he could go. He slowly twisted his finger and smiled as Aaron squirmed with the stimulation. He slowly eased it back out and then inserted it again, ever so slowly finger fucking the thirteen-year-old under the guise of lubricating the inside of his rectum. As he felt the boy's hot, moist flesh clamp about his digit he wished he could insert something other than his finger up the youngster's ass, but he knew he'd never get away with that as part of the procedure for giving an enema. With a sigh of pleasure and regret he slowly eased his finger out and turned his attention to the enema apparatus. Generously lubricating the rubber nozzle, which was not much bigger around than his index finger, he slowly opened the valve at the base of the enema bag and filled the hose and nozzle with water. Shutting the valve back off, he ever so gently pressed the tip of the nozzle against Aaron's pucker.

The thirteen-year-old squirmed as he felt the rubber nozzle pressing against his asshole, and as he pushed out with his abdominal muscles he felt it slowly wedge into his hole and begin to stretch open his sphincter muscles. It did not feel bad at all, and after being finger-fucked, his anal ring opened up readily for the object. He inhaled deeply and pushed out again, and was delighted to feel the nozzle slowly slide into his rectum. He felt it pass his prostate and continue on, deeper and deeper into his body until it passed the point the tip of Justin's and David's cocks had reached.

The doctor slowly continued to ease the hose up his rectum, extending it up his colon to the inner sphincter that automatically blocked the contents of the intestine from entering the colon and over which he had no control. Slipping the end of the hose past the involuntary muscle, he then slowly opened the valve below the enema bag and the warm water quickly flowed down the hose and through the nozzle and into Aaron's body. Finding no resistance, it began to fill the teenager's elastic intestines. The doctor opened the valve more, increasing the speed of the flow of water and filling Aaron's intestines that much faster.

At first Aaron was only vaguely aware of the water flowing through his intestines, but as they began to fill he could feel and hear the water gurgling through his coils much like one could hear his stomach growling when he was hungry. As they continued filling, he could feel them sliding over each other. It was a most weird feeling and he imagined large, coiled snakes slithering over each other in his belly. Pulled down naturally by gravity, the warm water, to which Erin had added a slight amount of soap, flowed through the tube and into the slowly stretching intestines. Ever so slowly Aaron became aware of his belly beginning to swell as his intestines filled. It was a strange feeling, especially when he looked down and could actually see his stomach beginning to extend.

Placing his hand on Aaron's slowly swelling belly, Doctor Redderik gently palpitated it and asked Aaron how he felt. The boy affirmed that everything was all right, though glancing uncertainly at the slowly emptying bag and then at his stomach. He was beginning to feel bloated. Doctor Redderik slowly and gently caressed the boy's stomach and palpitated it, which made it feel better as it continued to swell. Aaron was beginning to look and feel like he was pregnant, and he was beginning to feel a strain bordering on pain inside his intestines. It felt much like when he had the flue and soft shit and water filled his rectum until he could no longer ignore the demand he empty his bowels. This time several litres of water had drained into his intestines and built up pressure until the skin covering his stomach was taut as a drum skin.

Doctor Redderik caressed the now firm and swollen boy belly. His naked, shaved pubes seemed even smaller below the taut, swollen stomach. God how desperately he wanted to do something with the boy, anything at all. It was so erotic seeing him laying there on his back wearing nothing but his Nike socks with the black elastic tops and Nike logo, his stomach filled with warm water and his legs spread and in the air. His little dicklet looked so enticing he ached to reach out and hold it, and even more enticing was his compact, smooth butt raised in the air and ready to be fucked. He reached down and squeezed his erect cock through his trousers. Warning Aaron to clamp his anus shut tightly, he finally began to ease the nozzle out.

The teenager felt most uncomfortable as he lie there holding the fluid inside, and he clamped his anus shut tight in fear of what would happen if he relaxed even the slightest bit. Doctor Redderik slowly raised his legs and lifted them off the supports, and then lay them flat on the examination table, which seemed to increase the pressure on his sides. He inhaled sharply with the pain. Helping him swing his legs around off the table, Doctor Redderik helped him to his feet, and slowly waddling like a pregnant woman, he walked over to a pot and allowed the doctor to slowly ease him down above it, certain that the dam would burst any second and he'd flood the floor with the contents of his bowels. Inhaling deeply, he at last opened his anus and the warm water in his rectum gushed out of his hole like a raging torrent. It flowed out noisily and loudly, increasing his embarrassment and increasing the doctor's arousal. As the pot filled it splashed back up against his backside. It was humiliating, but the relief also felt very good and he inhaled and exhaled deeply as he forced out the remainder of the water.

As the doctor helped him to his feet he hoped he was finished with the examination, but to his dismay the doctor told him to once again lie on his back on the examination table. Once again he raised his legs and drew his knees to his body and rested his calves in the U-shaped supports. Having thought he'd had the ultimate of embarrassments, he could not believe how humiliated he felt as the doctor took a warm, damp cloth and began to wipe off his pucker and his ass cheeks as if he was a little baby. It seemed to take an exceptionally long time.

"Now," said Erin, barely able to keep his voice calm, "I have to examine your prostate."

"My what?"

"Your prostate. It is a small, hard organ about the size of a silver dollar resting against your intestinal wall."

"Oh."

That did not totally register with Aaron until the doctor lubed his index finger and pressed it against his anus. He of course immediately and instinctively pushed out and the doctor ever so slowly began to ease his finger up his ass for a second time. When the tip of the doctor's finger found what he was looking for and the doctor pressed his fingertip against it, Aaron squirmed with the pleasure, a pleasure he recognized immediately from the times he'd been fucked by Justin and then David. So that was what the prostate was! It was embarrassing as hell having the doctor standing there with his finger up his ass, but it felt good too, and it was the doctor who should be embarrassed. Of course by then the doctor was fully erect and close to having an ejaculation. He finally pulled his finger out and washed it off.

"Now, I hope you don't mind, but I'll have to examine your penis."

Aaron shook his head, knowing he had no choice. He'd examined his dick plenty of times after he'd begun jerking, and after the incident with the milking machine, and as far as he could tell you could not tell that he'd done either, but then he was no doctor. So he inhaled deeply in apprehension and lay there inertly staring at the doctor's face for any clue what the man was thinking as he picked up his dick and bent over and closely looked at it. If he could tell anything, his face was not revealing it.

It was so very weird having an adult standing there holding his dick between his thumb and his forefinger and staring at it. He studied the doctor's face intently. He was handsome in a mature way he supposed, with a closely trimmed, dark black beard, wavy black hair beginning to recede at the temples, and deep blue eyes with the beginning of wrinkles at the corners. His fingers were long, and his nails trimmed short. He was probably about five-foot-ten and two hundred pounds. He slowly drew back the skin off his knob. Even though it was the doctor's job, Aaron was totally embarrassed having his dick examined so closely. He slowly rolled it in his fingers and gently tugged on it. Aaron's dick immediately responded and fight the impulse as hard as he could, he could not stop it from swelling. Fortunately the doctor stopped before he became erect.

"Well," Erin said, exhaling deeply. "No doubt about it. It looks like you have an infection." That, of course, he'd concluded five minutes into the exam.

"Yeah?" Aaron asked, his heart speeding up. That had been his worse fear of all. If he had an infection, there was only one way he could have gotten it, and if he was asked who he'd had sex with, he'd have to be honest because they'd have to be checked out for the disease too. That would mean his messing around with Justin and Aaron would be revealed, and the doctor would have to tell his mother, and then he'd totally die. He immediately wished that thought hadn't entered his mind. Depending on the type of infection, he might very well be about to die anyway. His heart sank to a new low. Please no, he thought desperately, please not .

"Yes," continued the doctor. "You have a very severe kidney infection."

"Kidney infection?" Aaron asked, grasping at the thread of hope even though the doctor had said it was severe.

"Yes," Erin replied, "but it is nothing to worry about. It is easily treated."

"Great," Aaron sighed.

"To be sure, we'd better get a sample of blood though."

"Anything."

As the doctor prepared the syringe, Aaron noticed once again the doctor glancing at him from the corner of his eye, but this time he noticed for the first time that the doctor's trousers were tented out. The man was horny! To be sure, when he returned and helped Aaron sit up, Aaron accidentally brushed his hand against the bulge in his trousers and there was no question that he had a hardon. There could only be one reason as far as Aaron could figure, and he stared at the doctor's crotch in surprise. He was used to turning on girls, and lately boys, but a man? He could not believe it. As the doctor sat down and had him hold out his arm and began checking for a vein, Aaron bushed his leg against the Doctor's and saw a definite twinge in his crotch area. An idea immediately popped into his head. Now, this was going to make up for his embarrassment!

He looked up at the doctor seductively, like the PR men had told him to look when they took his promo pictures, and he heard the man noticeably take in a deep breath. As the doctor swapped the spot in the crux of his arm with disinfectant, he placed a hand on the man's thigh and squeezed it as the needle was inserted. He was concentrating so hard on the man's crotch Aaron didn't even feel it, or notice the blood being extracted.

Watching the blood slowly filling the small vial, Erin thought about the hot blood coursing through the teenager's veins and his small, hot hand squeezing his thigh. If only the boy had grabbed him a bit higher! By the time he was finished taking the blood sample, his dick was leaking pre-cum. Excusing himself to give the sample to a nurse to take to the lab, he stopped by the waiting room to tell Aaron's mother that her son had a kidney infection, and that it would be a while yet for the lab to confirm his diagnosis. What exactly he said he later had no idea, having been thinking about the hot, naked teenager laying in the examination room and what he wished could be all the while he was talking to his mother.

The hot, naked teenager was thinking about the doctor and what might be also. He'd never done it with an adult, or even thought about doing it with an adult, but the guy was not that bad looking. He was definitely turned on, and as Aaron thought about doing it with him he started to get turned on too.

"While we're waiting for the blood sample, there is one last thing I need to do," Doctor Redderik said as he returned. He knew he was taking a big chance, but he was just too hot not to give it a try.

"Sure."

"It is a bit embarrassing."

"What is it?"

"I need to examine your penis again."

"No problem."

"I need to see if the infection has damaged any blood vessels."

"Yeah?" Aaron asked, concern immediately overriding his horniness. Damn, and he'd just started feeling good.

"What I need to do is see if you can get erect."

"Oh."

Aaron pretended to be embarrassed and tried not to show his relief. There was hardly a morning that he didn't wake up with a boner, including this morning, and hardly an evening that he didn't think about Justin or David and end up popping a wood. This was perfect. He had been wondering how he could go about getting the doctor hotter than he already was, and this was ideal. He slowly picked up his dick and began to fiddle with it, shaking it and tugging on it, and all the while doing his best to avoid hitting his more sensitive erogenous areas and willing as hard as he could that his dick would stay soft.

"Looks like I must have," Aaron said a minute later, his big brown eyes wide and full of concern.

Erin felt a twinge of guilt at the look of dismay and concern in the teenager's eyes. It was cruel making him think that he had a problem when he didn't, and especially a sexual problem when he was at that age where sex was his predominant focus. He could not, however, have told the hot young celebrity that he wanted to see him with a boner, or that teens and preteens turned him on. He was not overly surprised that the boy could not get erect. A lot of boys had difficulty getting erect on purpose in front of a man. That part delighted him. This was going to be even better than he'd hoped. "Well, perhaps it just needs some encouragement," Erin said, looking at the boy's limp noodle. "It happens sometimes to young men like yourself."

"Yeah? How can we encourage it?" Aaron asked, placing a hot hand on the doctor's thigh and looking up at him with wide-eyed innocence and hopefulness. The good doctor was having no trouble in the erection department himself.

"Would you mind if I try?"

"No, go ahead," Aaron said eagerly, spreading his legs.

Erin could not believe it. He slipped his fingers about the soft, pink tube and tugged and fondled it. The boy's limp penis felt smooth as velvet, and he found himself holding his breath as he slowly drew the foreskin back, exposing the boy's gorgeous knob, and then slid the foreskin back up over it. As he felt the soft dicklet begin to swell his own stiff cock oozed out a droplet of pre-cum. Pulling back his foreskin and holding the boy's semierect dick up by the base, he leaned over and gently rubbed his beard against the sensitive glans. The boy's dick swelled another inch. He gently brushed his moustache and his lips over the boy's knob and it swelled another inch. Aaron could not possibly will his dick to stay limp, and he had no desire to do so.

"Well, we don't seem to have a problem here," Erin said with a smile as he sat back and looked at the boy's stiff dick protruding out from between his legs. Actually, he did have a problem, and so did Aaron. While he reluctantly accepted he'd have to take care of his problem later with his hand, Aaron was trying to figure out how to solve both of theirs then and there.

"Pills will clear up your infection," Erin continued, reluctantly reverting back to his doctor role. "But they will take time to work. I can speed things up for you, but the treatment will be a bit uncomfortable."

"Well, I've barely begun my tour," Aaron responded, having forgotten already about his infection. "I have seven more weeks to go so I guess the faster I can get rid of it the better."

"Then I think we'd best do it," Erin said, having hoped the boy would be in agreement.

He practically ran to the supply room and back in his eagerness, pausing only to tell Aaron's mother that they would likely be another hour. Having the boy stand, he took the catheter out of its sterile package and sat down in front of the boy. Aaron's eyes widened with concern as the doctor squeezed open his peehole and gently inserted the tip of the thin, plastic tube. Checking to be sure Aaron was all right, he slowly and carefully began to slide the catheter up his urethra. He had done this procedure with hundreds of boys, and quickly and expertly inserted the thin tube up the boy's pee tube to his bladder.

It felt weird to Aaron and the opening to his penis burned with irritation. He could feel the tube slowly easing up the core of his cock, and it was so erotic he was sure he was going to pop a nut, and he wondered what would happen if he did. Erin knew he'd reached Aaron's bladder when a stream of urine suddenly began to flow through the plastic tube. Pinching the end of the tube shut, he quickly attached the end of the catheter to a urine bag, and Aaron's bladder, which by then was full of piss once again, began to drain. Aaron sat there and watched the bag filling, unable to control the flow of urine, which was not only weird, but erotic, and kept his dick stiff. The doctor watched for a while, and then with his cock throbbing hotly with arousal disappeared for a while. He had to cool down. Bringing his hand to his nose, he smelled Aaron's sex on his fingertips, and then turned to deal with a couple patients in the waiting room. He gave the boy's bladder time to drain and then returned and removed the urine bag.

The teenager was still erect.

Having Aaron lie on his back on the examination table once again with his dick straight up and the catheter still inserted, Erin attached the bladder enema bag to the enema rack and with a reassuring smile at the prone, naked teenager, he slowly opened the valve and proceeded to give him a bladder enema. Both of them watched as the whitish fluid, a combination of diuretic and medication for the infection, flowed down the clear tube and disappeared into Aaron's stiff cock. Aaron could not feel much as his bladder was slowly filled, but watching the level of liquid in the bag slowly dropping and knowing the stuff was flowing into his body through his stiff cock was so erotic he could barely lay still. Erin was finding it highly erotic also, of course, and had to turn and rearrange his raging hardon so it was not so painful and not so visible, something which did not escape Aaron's attention.

It was not until toward the end, when his swollen bladder began to send the signals to his brain that it was full and it was time for the brain to signal the hand to take out the spout and prepare to drain it, that Aaron could feel the medication flowing into him. The bag was still almost a quarter full, and the level seemed to drop with excruciating slowness and the pain of his now fully extended bladder seemed to double with every second. His breathing became laboured as the pressure increased to the point where he was sure he was going to burst.

Disconnecting the bag, Erin ever so slowly and carefully removed the catheter, sending ripples of stimulation through Aaron's blood-engorged dickhead and the demands by his bladder became all the more urgent. Drawing up Aaron's foreskin, he firmly attached a surgical clamp to the tip and told Aaron they'd have to wait for fifteen minutes for the medication to do its job. He also advised Aaron that the clamp would hold, but it would probably be less painful if he kept his penis erect since it would send messages back to the brain telling it that it was stiff and could not urinate no matter how badly the bladder wanted it to. Having woken up with plenty of piss hardons in the morning, Aaron knew that a guy could not take a leak with a hardon.

Again Erin left, unable to sit there and look at the handsome young teenager with his clamped, raging boner. Again he saw a couple patients, but what their problems had been and what he'd prescribed he would later have no idea, his mind preoccupied with the sight of that horny young boy waiting for him in the examination room and rehearsing what he'd tell the boy when he finally returned. For Aaron it was the longest fifteen minutes he'd ever waited, and he never had to piss so badly in his life. As his dick finally began to droop, the demand became all the stronger and his sides ached with the pain of his extended bladder. Quickly reaching down, he stroked the sensitive skin around the edge of his knob under his stretched foreskin, and the stimulation quickly caused his dick to rise again. Although not by much, the pain did subside, and to help forget the pain, Aaron continued to stroke his blood-engorged knob and concentrated on the pleasure.

Laying there with his eyes closed, he did not hear Doctor Redderik return at first, and the doctor stood there for several minutes watching the naked teenager lying there on the examination table in his Nike socks playing with the knob of his erect penis. Becoming aware that he was not alone, Aaron carefully opened one eye, and seeing the doctor standing there staring at his dick and tightly squeezing the bulge in his trousers, Aaron quickly closed his eyes and let the doctor watch for a bit longer. It felt good playing with his dickhead, and it felt sexy doing it and knowing he was being watched. As he finally lowered his hand, afraid if he continued any longer he'd pop his nuts, Aaron stirred noisily to warn the doctor and slowly opened his eyes and smiled up at him. Erin, of course, pretended to have just arrived.

"So, how are you feeling?"

"Like I got to piss like a racehorse," Aaron responded with an impish look.

Helping the boy stand, Erin removed the clamp and Aaron pissed out his medication into the pail which the doctor had emptied and returned. Taking a piss felt good normally, and with a full bladder and having waited so long, this time it felt especially good. As both watched the white fluid streaming out of his body, both thought of another white fluid that was even more fun to produce.

"You know, I've been thinking," Erin began hesitantly, and Aaron could tell something was up from the tone of his voice as he sat back up on the examination table. "I was thinking we should take a semen sample."

That was the truth. He had been thinking that. He had been thinking about it from the moment he'd left the examination room.

"Oh?" said Aaron, not knowing what else to say.

"If any of the infection got into your testicles I'll be able to tell and can increase your medication to get rid of it," Erin explained.

"Okay," Aaron agreed with a shrug. The man was the doctor and had to know what he was doing, though Aaron had a suspicion that they were venturing beyond medicine, especially given the look he'd seen in the doctor's eyes as he'd stood there squeezing himself and watching him playing with his dick. If the doctor was just using this as an excuse to mess around that was fine with him too, and he could understand why the doctor needed an excuse instead of just coming out and saying he wanted to mess around. "Just how do you do that?" he asked sincerely, "take a semen sample that is."

"Well, there are various ways," Erin said, which was true. "But the easiest is for you to masturbate."

"Masturbate?" asked Aaron with delight. After the way the afternoon had gone he'd been afraid it might involve sticking a tube down his prick and into his balls. Then another thought struck him. Perhaps the doctor had no intention of collecting a semen sample. It could very well just be a trick to see if he knew about masturbation and if he did it. That would be just like an adult. "Gosh. I thought it was wrong to do it," he added, looking up at the doctor as innocently as he could. Those photo sessions with the PR guys were proving to be valuable.

"Oh no," Erin assured him quickly, knowing very well the falsehoods that surrounded masturbation and the uncertainty boys his age had. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with doing it. In fact it is perfectly healthy for young boys to do it, and adults for that matter."

"I've never done it before," Aaron lied, looking so innocent that Erin almost exploded in his trousers.

He could not believe his ears, but it was possible. The boy was only thirteen-and-a-half, and being home schooled and having a demanding practice schedule, he did not have much opportunity to learn the facts of life from his peers, and even less opportunity to explore that side of life with them. He also suspected the boy did not have that much privacy.

"Well, it is easy to do," Erin said huskily, trying to remain calm. "You have heard of masturbation before?"

"Oh sure. I heard my brother Nick joking about it, and the other guys in the band," Aaron said, which was the truth. He still could not tell if the man was fishing to see if he jerked off, or if he was sincere.

"Well, if you'd rather, we could take a sample in a similar way to which we drained your bladder."

"Oh no," Aaron said hurriedly. Another tube up his dick he did not want. "I just, well, I'm just not sure how to do it." If the doctor was on a fishing expedition that should put an end to it.

"You just take in between your fingers and rub it," Erin advised. "If you want, I can stay in the room and tell you if you're doing it right," he added hopefully.

"Could you do it for me?"

Erin could not believe it. He'd hoped at best that he might be able to watch the hot young star jerk off. To actually jerk his young dick off had been so far beyond his wildest hopes that he hadn't even considered it.

"Well, I could, if you want me to," Erin said. He knew he should tell him it would be a very private thing, a doctor-patient thing that he shouldn't tell anyone about, but he didn't want to scare him off, and besides, having a man masturbate you isn't something a teenager is going to go around blabbing about.

"I do," Aaron replied.

The idea of wanking off while being watched by an adult had been hot, but the idea of having an adult jerk him off was even hotter. He spread apart his legs invitingly and Erin could not resist. Slipping his fingers about the boy's soft dick, he slowly drew back his skin, pulling it right back as his fingers slid down to the boy's hairless groin, and then he slowly eased the skin back up. His soft dick was so smooth and felt so delicate. He slipped his fingers up and down the limp noodle slowly and reverently, his own cock throbbing hotly in his trousers. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing and the two of them looked down at what was happening between Aaron's legs. Pre-cum oozed out of Erin's dick as he felt the boy's cocklet swelling between his fingers, the limp tube quickly filling with hot teenage blood and soon standing hot and firm above his low-hung balls.

Aaron squirmed with the pleasure of having an erection and of being jerked off, and as he sat there watching the doctor's fingers sliding up and down his stiff cock he thought about how wonderful it was being a guy and how wonderful it was being able to produce sperm. He also thought about how delightful it was messing around with other guys, and how fortunate he was that other guys wanted to do stuff with him. He concentrated on how awesome it felt to have his cock throbbing hotly between his legs and his dick head itching so bad he wanted to reach down and scratch it. He concentrated on how great it was to feel the throbbing of his dick pass through his groin, and how awesome it felt as the tension in his groin began to build. It was way different having someone else's fingers pumping your cock than your own fingers, and he concentrated on that too.

Erin was concentrating also. He loved the feel of a young boy's cock, small and innocent and yet hot and throbbing with an adult's lust. He loved how hard a young boy could get, and how hotly his cock could throb. Glancing up at Aaron's face, he smiled as he watched the boy stare down at his fingers working his dicklet. He loved the look of wonder and delight on a boy's face as he experienced the pleasure of having his dick massaged. He loved how a young boy felt, and he especially loved how he was able to make a boy feel. Slowly drawing the boy's skin up and down, exposing his beautiful knob and then covering it, he knew how the boy was feeling and pre-cum oozed out of his dick knowing that he was causing the boy such pleasure. Aaron began to squirm and Erin reached for the petri dish he'd brought in the hopes he would be able to use it.

"Now, don't be surprised at what is about to happen," he cautioned.

He spoke none too soon as he felt the boy's cocklet throb extra hard and the first of his thick, creamy semen shot out of his dicklet. He caught the first load which shot across the flat plastic dish and up the opposite side to be stopped by his thumb. It was hot and slimy and more pre-cum oozed out of Erin's dick as he watched the thirteen-year-old shoot his load into the petri dish. Shot after shot erupted out of his young dick, filling the bottom of the shallow dish. Erin looked at the glazed eyes and smile of pleasure on the boy's face and he didn't care what others thought about what he'd done or his abuse of his position. The boy was shuddering with the ultimate pleasure a boy could know.

He waited for the boy to stop shooting and to have time to savour the feelings passing through his groin and to savour the warm flush passing over his naked body. He then squeezed the still stiff tube at the base and pulled up, milking out the remaining semen. Aaron squirmed with the erotic stimulation of his sensitive dickhead as the rest of his semen was squeezed out of his body. At long last, Erin scraped off the sticky glob that had shot over his thumb, and raising the petri dish to look at the sample, he inhaled deeply. The delightful fragrance of fresh teen cum assaulted his nose and he sighed with delight.

"Doesn't look like you have any problem at all," he observed, putting the petri dish down.

"Looks like you do though," Aaron observed, nodding to the tent in the doctor's trousers.

"It happens sometimes," Erin acknowledged with a smile. "Seeing another male produce his semen, and knowing how good it feels, are powerful stimulants."

"Well, if you want, I think it's only fair that I help you produce yours since you helped me produce mine."

"Well," Erin snorted, surprised at the boy's comment. "That is very generous for you to offer." With another boy he would have seized the opportunity, but this was not just another boy.

"Hey, it's the least I can do," Aaron said, placing his hand on the doctor's thigh and flashing him that trademark Aaron Carter smile.

"I don't need to produce a semen sample," Erin said, fighting the temptation even though having the hot young singer wanking him off would be fantastic. "And it will go down on its own."

"Hey, it's no fun getting it soft that way."

"Well, I suppose not."

"Besides, since I've shot out a load, I think maybe I need a semen transfer to keep my level up, don't you?"

"What exactly did you have in mind?" Erin asked, smiling at the boy's idea and gradually realizing from the boy's comments and actions that his earlier claim of innocence had been a scam.

"Well," Aaron said with a grin. "I got a nice clean asshole."

"A transfer of semen up there isn't going to help you make more," Erin smiled.

"Well, I'll keep it a secret if you will," Aaron replied.

Erin studied his face and realized that not only had Aaron scammed him about being so innocent, but that he meant that last comment both ways. Damn, the boy was giving him permission to fuck his ass, and telling him it would be their secret. He could not believe it! Sliding the leg supports on the examination table to the end, he had Aaron lay on his back on the examination table once more, but this time with his buttocks raised on the extra cushion right at the end of the table. Dropping his trousers and his boxers, he eagerly lubed up Aaron's asshole once more and generously coated his stiff, aching seven-inch dick.

Standing at the end of the examination table, he eagerly placed the tip of his lubed cock against the boy's hole. As he pressed forward, Aaron pushed out with his abdominal muscles eager to accept him. The two of them grunted and inhaled deeply as they strained to unite, the man's cock being the thickest object yet to stretch apart the young singer's sphincter. Aaron exhaled and inhaled deeply again as he pushed out with all his force, and Erin grunted as he pressed his hips forward. Slowly his knob stretched apart the boy's lubed sphincter, slipping in bit by bit until at last the mushroom-shaped knob slipped into his rectum and the boy's anal ring slipped over the rim.

Erin paused to catch his breath and so the stimulation of his glans would subside. He then ever so slowly continued to push forward, slowly easing his manhood into the boy's rectum, and Aaron readily accepted him. He continued to push forward until his hairs were tickling the boy's smooth testicles and his cock was totally buried up his ass. His hole was so marvellously hot and moist. Erin stood there with his trousers and boxers about his ankles and relished the delight of having his cock buried up the thirteen-year-old boy's rectum.

Aaron's thin chest rose and fell with excitement as he lay there and looked up at the man with a wide smile of pleasure. As he felt the man slowly begin to ease his cock back out of his ass, he clenched his sphincter shut and then as he felt the man begin to ease his cock back into his body he relaxed. It felt so great having his ass fucked, and it felt even greater working his sphincter in time with the doctor's thrusts. They were working together, as one, for the pleasure of both. His asshole burned delightfully as the thick dick eased in and out of it, and his prostate sent ripples of stimulation up his rectum and through his groin as it was massaged. Slowly his young dick began to rise as the doctor's cock worked in and out of him, bringing him as much pleasure as he was bringing the doctor.

Erin tried his best to keep calm as he fucked the hot young singer. Of all of the delights in this world, the forty-eight-year-old married boylover knew of no greater pleasure than fucking a young boy. The burning of his cockhead and the building pressure in his groin was never so fierce as it was when he had his cock buried up the tight ass of a young boy, and he knew from the boy's rising dick that the teenager was enjoying getting his ass fucked as much as he was enjoying fucking it. He also knew from visiting gay sites that there were many men and boys out there who would love to stuff this particular boy's ass with their cock.

He worked his hips to and fro with increasing speed as he enjoyed the sensations pulsating through his cock. The boy was totally gorgeous, and one of the sexiest teenagers in America, and he was fucking him. He sighed with the pleasure and the boy sighed with the pleasure also, and as the teenager licked his soft lips and looked up at him with those rich dark-brown eyes it was too much. Erin shuddered as he thrust his hips forward and shot his load up the boy's rectum. Shot after shot erupted out his man cannon and his balls were drawn up so tight the two of them looked like a tennis ball. He had not shot so much so violently for a long time, and it was totally delightful.

"Is he going to be all right?" Jane Carter asked with worry as the doctor and Aaron finally appeared in the waiting room. "You've been an awfully long time."

"Well, we wanted to be absolutely sure," Doctor Redderik replied. "We don't do anything just part way here at Memorial." He glanced at Aaron and the two exchanged grins. "Besides, you have a very special boy here." He squeezed Aaron's shoulder, and Aaron knew that what he meant was not how his mother would ever know. "He does have a serious kidney infection, but there is nothing to worry about. I've already given Aaron some injections ." He had to grin as Aaron snorted with amusement, and the two exchanged grins again. "I've written a prescription for some pills, and since you're going to be on the road, I've made sure there will be enough so you don't have to worry about getting the prescription refilled. Just be sure Aaron takes them regularly and drinks plenty of fluids, and everything should be cleared up in a week or two."

"A week or two," Jane observed. "Will he be able to continue his performances? We have four or five concerts a week for the rest of the summer."

"Oh yes, I'm sure there won't be a problem. Just make sure he gets as much rest as he can in between."

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Yeah, thanks, Doc," Aaron said, beaming up at the doctor.

"My pleasure," Doctor Redderik responded, and as Aaron winked at him and squeezed his hand he knew that the pleasure had not just been his. As the doors closed behind the teenager and his mother, he reached into his white lab coat and felt the sheet of paper Aaron had signed for his daughter, and the sealed petri dish with the thick, creamy liquid that he'd have to put in refrigeration as his memento of the afternoon.

Next: Chapter 7: Show Must Go On


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