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The following story contains graphic scenes between a young teen male, other teen males, and men. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.
The events and characters portrayed in this story are entirely a work of fiction. The reader should interpret nothing in this story as advocating any of the sexual acts or actions contained within the story.
Finally, none of my characters practice safe sex because they catch only what I want them to. In real life, safe sex is the only way to go. It is smart.
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Be Careful What You Wish For By Justin Davis Part Seven
Jamie had rolled his eyes at Dr. Sampson's suggestion for more tests because he had fairly well resigned himself to the fact that there would probably be no end to the poking, probing, and examining of his body. One thing for sure, Jamie was getting less bashful about it.
Jamie gobbled down the rest of his waffle, excused himself from the table, then headed off to his room to gather up his book bag and parka. Once there, he went to the bathroom and checked his hair in the mirror one more time. Hurriedly, he went back into the bedroom, put on his parka, slung the book bag over his shoulder, and headed out toward the front door.
"Jamie come here a sec before you go!" Dr. Sampson said, as Jamie hurriedly passed the breakfast room.
Jamie stopped his trek toward the front door and headed over to where the doctor was seated at the table.
"You will need to give this note to the school office so they will know I am sending someone to pick you up after school." The doctor said, holding out a folded piece of paper.
Jamie took the folded note from the doctor and tucked it in one of the pockets of his parka.
"Now run along, and I will see you at four." Dr. Sampson said, then laughed as he affectionately mussed up Jamie's hair with his hand.
"Geez!" Jamie said, as he quickly began to smooth his now mussed hair with his hands.
"I gotta go or I am gonna miss the bus." The teen said, then quickly turned, headed toward the front door, opened it, then closed it behind him.
Dr. Sampson's eyes followed Jamie until Jamie closed the front door behind him. For just a moment he thought how nice it would be to have sex with Jamie again. Then, erasing those thoughts from his mind, he turned his attention back to his newspaper and the breakfast Maria had fixed for him.
Jamie was actually excited that it was Monday and he was going back to school. It had been days since he had seen David and Jeff. So, as soon as he got off the bus he hurried into the building, then down the stairs to the remote basement bathroom they had made their meeting place before school. Jamie pushed open the door to the bathroom and went in. David and Jeff were both standing in front of a sink combing their hair. Their heads turned and looked at him as Jamie entered.
"Well, about time you got here fuck face!" David said.
"Hey, I got here as fast as I could, and don't call me fuck face!" Jamie replied.
"Well, you sure got your face fucked last time!" Jeff added, then both brothers laughed.
"Whatever!!" Jamie said as he began to blush.
The boys went back to checking themselves in the mirrors.
"So, you coming over this afternoon or what?" David asked.
"Couple other guys are gonna come over." He continued.
"Yeah, and some chicks!" Jeff chimed in.
"You weren't supposed to tell him that dork face!" David said, as he reached over and punched his younger brother on the shoulder.
"Ow!!!!!!" Jeff hollered.
"You didn't say it was supposed to be a fucking secret dick wad!" Jeff continued, as he repaid his older brother with a blow of equal force.
"Come on dorks, cut it out! You are gonna get us caught. You know we are not even supposed to be hanging out in here." Jamie said.
"Well are you coming over or not?" David asked.
"Look guys, I would like to but I can't!" Jamie replied.
"What's the matter? Scared?" David asked.
"Yeah right!!" Jamie replied.
"No, I have to go to the doctor this afternoon, that's all." He continued.
"Geez!!! What's he gonna do? Play with your butt again?" Jeff asked sarcastically.
"Shut the fuck up!" Jamie said angrily.
"I will kick your ass if you ever tell anybody what I told you about that! Dr. Sampson is a nice man. He is not that way at all."
The door to the rest room opened and Mr. Streeter, one of the English teachers walked in.
"Aren't you boys supposed to be headed to class?" He asked.
"Uh yes sir we were just going!" Jamie replied, as the three hurriedly gathered their book bags, headed out of the bathroom and toward their first period classes.
Jamie met up with David and Jeff again during lunch and there was more teasing about Jamie going to the doctor so much. So much so, that Jamie secretly wished he hadn't let some of the details about his anal examination slip out the last time the boys had been together having sex. David had been exploring Jamie's asshole with his fingers and Jamie had remarked how David was just as good at it as Dr. Sampson. Jamie did not reveal anything else though. He was too smart for that. Besides, he didn't want to do anything that would ruin his chances with Dr. Sampson.
As planned, the cab picked Jamie up from school at the appointed time and delivered him to Dr. Sampson's clinic where the battery of tests the doctor needed were completed. Jamie hated the blood tests most of all. He hated needles. However, in less than an hour he was again in a cab and headed toward his new surroundings at Dr. Sampson's home.
That afternoon, by the time the clinic closed and Dr. Sampson had seen his last patient, he sat scanning over the pages of Jamie's test results that the clinic lab had provided him. There was a look of seriousness on his face as he checked the results of each test.
Jamie's pituitary gland, thyroid gland, and his hyper-thalamus all showed extremely high levels of activity. The same was true for Jamie's PSA and testosterone levels. Those results, combined with the tests he had already made in his lab at home, gave Dr. Sampson a specific enough picture to begin to plan a future course of treatment for Jamie. At least he thought it did.
He decided to wait until things had settled down that evening to talk with Jamie about what he had decided the future course of treatment should be. Therefore, he waited until dinner was over and Maria had retired to her quarters in the apartment beyond the pool to broach the subject with Jamie.
Dr. Sampson walked down the hall toward the guest bedroom area, and upon arriving at the door, paused. He could tell from the sounds coming from the entertainment center that Jamie was watching MTV again. He just shook his head, smiled, and knocked on the door.
"Jamie, can I come in?" He asked loudly.
"Sure!" Came the reply back.
The doctor entered the room and immediately saw that Jamie was sprawled out on the bed, in his shorts, watching the television.
"Jamie, can you cut that off a minute we need to talk!" Dr. Sampson said.
Jamie picked up the remote control and shut off the television.
"Jamie, I got back your tests results this afternoon." Dr. Sampson said.
"I think I need to explain some things to you." He continued.
Jamie looked at the doctor intently as the doctor sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Jamie, I am going to have to monitor your progress even more than I thought." Dr. Sampson stated.
"Simply put, everything about the chemistry of your body that leads to growth is many times higher than it would normally be." He continued.
"I have outlined a plan that I believe will help me keep track of your progress and monitor you until the process we started has run its course." He concluded.
"Okay, what is it?" Jamie asked, with resigned resignation in his voice.
For the next fifteen minutes, Dr. Sampson detailed to Jamie the things he felt Jamie needed to know. Jamie listened intently until the doctor finished.
"Okay, any questions?" Dr. Sampson asked when he had finished.
There was a pause, while Jamie sat looking at him.
"Yeah!" Jamie replied.
"Okay, what?" The doctor asked.
"When are you gonna fuck me again?" Jamie replied matter of faculty.
"What?" Doctor Sampson exclaimed.
"You just told me that I could masturbate, I could be with my friends and all that stuff. When are you gonna fuck me again?"
"Jamie, I am your doctor, I can't do that again------I mean."
That was as far as he got before Jamie rolled over in the bed closer to him, placed his head directly in his crotch, and began to play with the fly area of the doctor's slacks with his hand.
"Please!" Jamie implored.
Dr. Sampson gently pushed Jamie off of him and back toward the other side of the bed.
"Jamie, I just can't!" He said with all the self-control he could muster.
"You old fucking quack!!" Jamie blurted out, as he rolled over and grabbed one of the pillows.
Dr. Sampson collected himself for a minute, then spoke.
"Jamie, its not that I wouldn't like to. You are a very beautiful person, both physically and emotionally."
"It is just that if I am going to help you through this, I can't have other things distracting me." He continued.
"Yeah sure!" Jamie said, as he shifted his head on the pillow.
"Jamie, its not that I don't want to. I mean------."
"Then fuck me damn it!!!!!" Jamie exclaimed.
"You are the one who has been sticking things up my ass every God-damned chance you get. You are the one who shoved something as big as a donkey's dick up my butt and made me cum until I thought I was going to die. You are the one that sucked cum from me this morning with your stupid machine, until it felt like my balls and asshole were gonna be sucked up too. You don't care. All of this is about an experiment. I am the stupid fucking frog that gets poked and prodded. You just don't fucking care. I am just a fucking rat for you to play with!" Jamie blurted out, then buried his head in the pillow and began to cry.
How had he let this get this way? Why had he even let himself slide into this abyss of no return? What could he have been thinking? All of these, and other questions, surged through Dr. David Sampson's mind as he looked over at Jamie.
David Sampson fought the impulse. Yet, as if some force were moving him, a force beyond which he had no control whatsoever, he moved over on the bed toward Jamie, took him in his arms, and drew Jamie to him.
"Oh Jamie, Jamie please! I never intended to do anything to hurt you." The doctor stated sincerely.
"Please don't cry!" He said, as he held Jamie tighter to him and began to stroke his hair.
Eventually, as the two lay together like that, Jamie ceased his crying, although there was still and occasional sniffle. However, if David Sampson had hoped to avoid any further sexual contact with Jamie it was not a smart thing for him to do.
As he held Jamie tightly to him, the smell of Jamie's hair and the smell of the teen's body acted like an aphrodisiac upon David. Soon, the doctor's cock, although confined tightly in his slacks, formed a rigid pole between the tightly pressed bodies of the two. Jamie wiggled his butt and pressed it even harder up against David's cock.
"Oh Jamie!" The doctor said, then moved his mouth closer to Jamie's left ear, and began to kiss and lick it.
"Oh David, oh yes!" Jamie responded.
It was the first time Jamie had called him anything other than Dr. Sampson, if he had called him anything else at all.
As David Sampson began to explore the back of Jamie's neck, his cheek, then Jamie's mouth with his own, he reached down and slipped off the teen's shorts, stopping the progress of their love making only long enough to strip himself of his slacks, shorts, and shirt.
Then, the naked bodies of the two pressed against each other again, David Sampson's rigid eight-inch pole snuggly nestled by the crack of Jamie's ass, while the mouths and tongues of the two hungrily continued their exploration.
Soon, both were caught up in a lust that was impossible to stop.
Jamie turned to face David, moved his head downward, took David's cock in his hand, and began to lick the head.
"Oh God!!" David moaned, as he turned from his side and lay back flat on the bed while Jamie began to lick and suck his dick in earnest.
Hours later, in the early morning hours, David Sampson lay upon the bed gently stroking Jamie's hair. The darkened bedroom was quiet now, filled only with the soft sounds of Jamie's breathing. Jamie was sleeping comfortably, his head resting on David's chest, closely snuggled up against him, as David Sampson replayed the events of the evening in his mind.
To say that he had been taken aback by Jamie's experience and knowledge of gay sex would be an understatement. In fact, well into their love making that evening, David Sampson had been made blissfully aware that what Jamie had learned in his sexual escapades with the Kilbey brothers was way beyond what he himself had ever experienced.
Oh, there had been times when David had had sex with other males in his life.
There had been a few mutual jerk off sessions in college, a quick fuck or suck here and there when he was doing his residency. But for the most part, David's sexual life had been a void because he had always felt evil after those experiences, as if he had surrendered to something dark within himself.
Thus, he had filled that void with his practice and his research.
David didn't feel that way now. Jamie, the young teen he held snuggled up against him, had taken him down sexual avenues he had never known existed, had shown him pleasure he had never known, and in so doing, had acquainted him with, then made him a captive of, unselfish and unbridled passion.
David didn't know at want point the wall of guilt came down. Perhaps it was when he looked into Jamie's eyes and saw the uninhibited pleasure exhibited there as Jamie sat astride him riding his cock and smiling down at him.
Perhaps it was when the eyes of the two looked deeply into each other as David, with Jamie's arms and legs locked around him, fucked Jamie and brought them both to one of many climaxes that evening.
For whatever reason, or reasons, Dr. David Sampson knew he was now hopelessly in love with the young teen who slept in his arms. He knew, because of the vast difference in their ages it would have to be a much different kind of love that they shared. And, David Sampson knew things would never be the same for him again.
To be continued................................