This story is intended for adults 18 and over. It contains parts that are true, parts that are there thanks to creative license. It is meant for entertainment only. I would like to express my appreciation for two writers: Jane Marwood and Jeffrey R. Keller.
Bryce! the bus is here
"Seeya Dad. Oh...I have baseball practice today so if you could come pick me up then I won't have to take the late bus....you know how long that takes.
Sure...I'll swing by around 6 and get you at Corbett Field.
Bryce is my son. Stepson actually. I married his Mom when he was 5 years old. His dad died in a plane crash a year earlier and Janice won a lawsuit against the airline worth millions. Janice died two years ago when Bryce was 10. She was walking by a construction site when a heavy wrench fell off the 44th floor, hitting her in the head. I settled with the builder for even more millions. Go figure. I took a wife (and stepson) and ended up with millions.
I still work. I edit a metallurgical journal. I was the Executive editor but agreed to stay on only as an editor so I didn't have to worry about the more mundane busy-work that an Exec-ed deals with. The journal is published 5 times a year, taking summers off and I work from home. Pay is good and the work is not all that demanding. Occasionally, however, I take on a book editing assignment which while it pays well is much more time consuming than I really want. Money isn't much of a motivator these days.
Wednesdays, like today, is the day I spend at the country club. When the weather is nice I play golf with Pat Kelly. Pat is a new pediatrician in town, well new in that he has been here for about 3 years compared to the only other pediatrician who has been practicing here for over 20. Usually Pat has Wednesdays off also so we started hanging together on Wednesdays at the club. Following golf we have lunch at the clubhouse and I have since followed Pat's lead and get a massage with the club's masseuse. It's a very relaxing day although I am not quite as adventuresome as Pat is when it comes to the massage. Pat always goes into the private back room so he can get the 'happy ending.' I haven't quite graduated to having some guy touch my cock...yet. I will admit that I am tempted, however.
Pat is a fun guy. He is very real. He tells it like it is, at times bluntly. He has no qualms about talking about his massages with the happy ending. His jokes tend to be raunchy and his topics of conversation are frequently on the 'blue' side. I like that. You know what he is thinking. A number of his patients work at the club after school and in the summers. Pat doesn't hold back in talking about them either. Greg will walk by and say "Hi Doc" and once out of earshot, Pat will comment about Greg's cock being as big as a horse....or Colin's ass being so firm he is afraid the needle is going to snap off when he jabs him. I learn a lot about his many patients sitting there, talking with Pat on those Wednesdays. In fact that is also one of my frustrations. I have a twelve year old son (stepson), and I have never seen him naked. Not once. Not even a glance. Bryce is a boy who values his privacy and modesty. He never showers at school after a game or practice. Hell, l think the shower room is now used for storage. If he is with me at the club on weekends, we may stay for dinner after spending a day at the pool. Does he shower? No. In fact when he changes out of his bathing suit, he does so in a bathroom stall. Pat's son has no such qualms. He is 10 and thinks nothing about showering in the club's communal shower with the rest of us. I am always a little embarrassed that my son is so shy.
Every time I take him to his pediatrician (not Pat but a lady doc Janice found for him), she blocks me from the exam room. At his last physical exam about 10 months ago, she mentioned to me that he was a bit slow moving into puberty but when I asked for more details she just said that it would be something she would track. Now I am not a perv but don't you think it strange that in all of these years of living together (almost 7 years) that I have never seen my boy naked? I feel like we are losing out on a bonding experience. We can't talk guy talk ever because he doesn't want to. And when he is home, if he is not out playing with his friends, he lives in his room. Why not? He has his phone, TV, Playstation, computer and DVD player all to himself....in there with his door closed. His Playstation is even networked on to the web. That leaves me as being nothing more than the chief cook and bottle washer.
One day when Pat and I were sitting around after lunch and our massages sipping down a few beers, I casually mentioned to Pat that I had never seen my boy naked. We had that kind of rapport that such frank discussions were perfectly ordinary. And it struck me that I knew more about the boys that worked at the club, thanks to Pat's freely sharing information about their anatomy, than I did about my own son. Pat was of course surprised to hear that. He then casually suggested to me that I change docs... "Bring him to me for his physicals and I will make sure you see the entire package..."
I had never thought of changing docs. Honestly, I really didn't like Hazel Rosencrantz, Bryce's pediatrician. She was an older lady who had a strong accent of some kind and not much of a personality. I could not understand how or why a boy would want to go to a lady doc anyway except maybe because she was grandmotherly.
Pat, on the other hand, was an ideal doc. He was young, athletic and he was the team physician for the high school athletic teams at the school where my son would soon be attending. The only problem was that while Bryce didn't really get along with Colin, Pat's son (who is 10), he was less than excited in having him as his doctor. Probably because there was a bit too much familiarity. He saw Dr. Rosencrantz only when he had to. We were frequently together with Pat and his boy on weekends at the club and sometimes after. Pat's wife left him several years ago, so like me Pat was a single dad. So, while I did make the suggestion to Bryce that he switch doctors, Bryce always opted to stay with Dr. Rosencrantz.
I was planning to move him over to the private Latin School starting with his entering high school. However, there were a number of unsettling incidents at his middle/junior high school that got me thinking of moving him over sooner and when the Latin School had an Open House, Bryce and I went and paid a visit. He was very impressed. They put on a good show and definitely knew how to play to its younger audience putting a great deal of emphasis on its athletic facilities, sports teams and the number of championships it had won recently including back-to-back soccer championships and this year's big victory in baseball. The coaches for those sports encouraged Bryce by saying if he started in the 8th grade, he would be eligible for the Freshman team --the high school Freshman team which would give him a leg up on making the JV or even Varsity upon entering high school. All-in-all, what started out as his attending this Open House to appease me, turned out to have succeeded in getting him interested in joining the new school starting in the 8th grade --his next school year.
Once he passed the entrance exam, the next assignment was for him to sign up for try outs for those teams that he was interested in playing for. Bryce is very athletic. The fall sport (soccer) had tryouts in July while basketball had tryouts in September. Baseball which is a Spring sport has not yet scheduled tryouts but were planning a preliminary tryout for sometime in August. And of course, as soon as he signed up for his three sports, the Athletic Director handed him an Athletic Participation Medical Examination Form to have filled out by his doctor. This was just one of the many sheath of papers that we were handed. Another was an agreement to accept the school's policy on Corporal Punishment. That form required the signature of both me and Bryce and was a condition for attending the school.
When he read that form and I helped to explain to him exactly what it meant he got cold feet. "You mean I have to agree to let them paddle my ass?" I explained to him that that was exactly how they kept bullies like the ones that were harassing the students at his old school at bay and that as long as he behaved as he always does, he had nothing to worry about. He accepted that as the price to pay for keeping his lunch money. Looking at the medical form requirement really got him thinking. As we were driving home from the school, he was reading the 4 page questionnaire and was dying. "Man, I don't really want Dr. Rosencrantz checking my balls..." I told him that I really didn't blame him ....that he was becoming a man (not that I really believed for one minute he was close to being a man) and no man wants to have some woman eying his balls like she was playing billiards.... and that is when I broached the subject of switching to Dr. Kelly one more time. After all, son, he is going to be your team physician and many of his patients are going to be your teammates. I pointed out that he understood the importance of sports and won't ground him from playing soccer just because he jams his finger playing basketball as Dr. Rosencrantz did, not understanding that sport is more than just running around getting exercise and soccer has little to do with hands. This all was making sense to him, plus as he said, Dr. Kelly seemed like a pretty cool guy. Done! Bryce had just sealed his fate as far as me finally being able to see what he really looked like under his clothes. I mean, I am not a pervert but I really felt a certain amount of entitlement, his being my son and all. At least let me see if he is getting his pubic hair.
When we got home, Bryce went out to play and I called up Pat and told him that we had just enrolled at The Latin School and that he was given a Medical Form that he needs filled out and didn't want to return to Dr. Rosencrantz, opting to choosing him as his new doctor. I then said to Pat: You do promise to let me in that exam room and see what is going on, right? Pat laughed over the phone and assured me that I would be afforded the same opportunity that he affords all of his patients' fathers. That was all that I needed to hear. Pat suggested that I go to Dr. Rosencrantz's office and pick up Bryce's records and that he would schedule the physical exam for next Wednesday. Wednesday?? your day off? He said yes, that scheduling the exam then would allow him to spend the time that he likes to take with a new patient. "You want me to be thorough, right?" He then suggested that following the exam, we go back to his house for a hot dogs on the grill and allow the boys to go swimming in his pool. Bryce had been around Pat's son before and frankly their age difference made their relationship awkward at best. They seemed to have little in common. Colin was still into playing with trucks in the sand while Bryce enjoyed sports such as water basketball and of course video games. But, it nevertheless sounded like a plan to me even if at first blush Bryce did not see it that way. First blush....yes....soon I will be seeing Bryce....all of Bryce. He might even blush. And maybe he would stop being such a prude at home.
I told Bryce how Dr. Kelly had scheduled his physical for next Wednesday. "Wednesday?? Why so soon?" I just told him that he was anxious to get it done in case he discovered any problems that might keep him from giving him medical clearance to play sports. Then I said to him...look, Dr. Kelly as the team physician has the coaches' ears. The sooner he gets a good look at you the better opportunity he will have to put in a good word about you.... "Really??:" Bryce said? Sure. He can tell them how you look in great shape and must be a serious athlete. That can't hurt when you are dealing with a coach who doesn't really know you and is trying to compare you to a bunch of other new players... This made Bryce much more enthusiastic about seeing Dr. Kelly. He even said he would be extra nice to Colin. I had to chuckle. He asked me how long I thought the exam would take? I said ....I don't know maybe as long or a little longer than with Dr. Rosencrantz. I have a feeling Dr. Kelly likes to talk sports to his patients...
I phoned ahead and then picked up Bryce's medical file from Rosencrantz's office. I thought I was going to get at least a query as to why I was taking Bryce out of her care but they just handed me the file. Fine by me. I saw Pat at the club on Saturday and handed him the file and he told me he would be sure to review it prior to our Wednesday arrival. Having in the back of my mind the question that Bryce asked me, out of curiosity I asked Pat how long he thought the exam would take? "Hard to say...normally about 20 minutes and with a new patient double that would not be unusual.....but with Bryce, well...we won't be watching the clock especially since we won't have other patients in the way..." Yikes! I thought to myself.....more than 40 minutes:?? My boy is going to get a thorough going over and hopefully, I am going to have a front seat.
The morning of our appointment, I got Bryce up at 8:30am. We were schedule to be at his office at 10am. I told him to take a shower and put on a pair of new undershorts. I had to laugh hearing myself say that. For one thing, the guy showers every day without me saying anything. For another, his underwear is like a status symbol to him. They are never torn or stained (for long anyway) and he only wears name brands from A&F and Hollister. But I remember it was my mom who always said to me so I said it. On the way over to our appointment, Bryce was obviously a bit anxious which is understandable. Breaking the silence, he asked me if I thought Dr. Kelly was going to 'look at his privates.' I had to laugh at that one (but I didn't). I first said to him: Didn't Dr. Rosenkrantz look at your privates? He said: Yeah, she peeked down there and the last time she stuck her hand down my underwear and felt them." Well, I said, all athletes have to get a physical examination in order to play their sport, even professional athletes and that is because of the stress playing sports puts on the body and Dr. Kelly is going to give you a physical suitable for your age and also knowing you want to be a great athlete so yeah, expect him to check your privates out but don't worry about it all of your teammates get the same exam.... He seemed to accept that gentle warning to anticipate a thorough going over. We arrived at the office about 10 minutes before our 10am appointment. I tried the door but it was locked but I did see a doorbell so I rang it. Colin, Pat's son opened the door and let us in. The waiting area was very nice. Open, bright colors....the proverbial fish tank and what I thought a nice touch....Nintendo DS handheld video game players that waiting patients could use to occupy themselves. Sure beats looking at old issues of Boys Life! We no sooner got into the waiting area when Pat came out from the back. He was dressed in a Navy blue Izod golf shirt and tan Dockers and had his stethoscope draped around his neck. "I will be right with you. I am just entering Bryce's history into my database....should be another 10 minutes or so...." We took a seat and the boys proceeded to play something on the Nintendos while I picked up the current issue of Motor Trend.
It was nearly 20 minutes before Pat came out for Bryce. Typical doctor even when he has no patients he still makes you wait. He said to Bryce: "Ok Bryce why don't you come in..." Colin listening to my son being summoned by his dad chimed in: "Can I come in and watch? " Bryce looked like his heart stopped upon hearing that but Pat told Colin to stay put and keep playing his Nintendo while he took care of Bryce. I sat there for a brief second when I heard Pat say: "Dad why don't you come in and join us...."
We stepped into his office first and both of us took a seat while he picked up Bryce's file. Going over it he said to Bryce: Everything in your medical history looks pretty darn good. Not too many illnesses, not too many injuries, no serious injuries like broken bones and except for a mild case of exercise induced asthma, nothing obvious that would create health problems for you in playing sports --any sport. You have had a few groin pulls, not unusual for a soccer player. Bryce chimed in: Yeah...those really hurt. Then Bryce leaned forward in his chair almost beaming with pride. "Yeah, I am pretty healthy. Does that mean I don't need a physical?" Pat said: "No, not exactly. I need to make sure nothing has changed since your last check up which was almost a year ago. Hopefully you have added some height and probably a few pounds since last August. Also, Dr. Rosencrantz made a note in your chart that she felt you were a bit behind on your development so I will need to check that also... Why don't you go into the exam room next door here to my right and take off your shirt and shorts and I will be right in." Bryce, upon hearing that said: "You mean you want me in my underwear?" I think Bryce was surprised he had to take anything off! But after a nod and smile from Pat, Bryce got up from the chair and walked out of the room while Pat and I continued the conversation...
So you think the kid is going to pass his exam huh? I said trying to move the conversation. Pat responded: "Yeah he looks pretty healthy but I do need to see if he is falling behind on his development and if so why... Curiously, I asked him if this was a cause for concern and Pat replied: Well, let's see where he stands now. He is only about to turn 13 and it has been 10 months since she checked him Had he been my patient, I would have been bringing him in at 3 month intervals to see how he was progressing. But this certainly gives me all the rope I need to provide your boy with a thorough going over. Just play along with me and be sure to say 'yes' when I ask you.
We got up and walked into the exam room. It was a fairly big room, bigger than I normally see for an exam room. It had light gray walls, white linoleum floor with speckles and the usual accouterments you would expect to see in an exam room: sink, cabinets on the wall, an examination table, some extra lighting and the proverbial round stool on wheels that doctors seem to live on. There was also a chair for me I presumed as well as a cube that looked to be almost 3 feet high and 3 feet wide which had a lower step. Bryce was sitting there on the exam table. He had shed his tee shirt and cargo shorts but still had his sneaks and socks on and of course his boxers. Pat took one quick look and told him to lose the sneakers and socks. Bryce at first wasn't sure what he meant by 'lose' so Pat just told him to take off his shoes and socks. Already, the arguments started: "Why do I have to take my shoes and socks off for?? Pat patiently replied: Your feet are the most important part of an athlete goofball! It was at that point that Bryce asked me if I was going to wait in the Waiting Room for him as I had when he visited Dr. Rosencrantz for his check ups. Pat responded before I could: "Nah, we're all guys here. Your dad can stay."
Seeing Bryce sitting there looking helpless was a whole new perspective for me. He had very white skin broken up by an occasional freckle or mole. He was starting to show some pectoral definition and his nipples were now a ruby red. Last summer, I had noticed how pale they were. His sandy blond hair was a bit disheveled probably from slipping off his tee shirt. He was nervously banging his feet back and forth, his arms slightly slouched in front hands clasped almost resting on his knees. He had a light dusting of blond hair on his arms but his legs were still smooth. His calves were very muscular, however probably from all of the running he does. But you could tell he was nervous sitting there. He clearly was waiting for that next shoe to drop.
I took my seat which was about 10 feet away from the exam table. Pat went to work on Bryce checking his head, eyes, ears nose and throat. He was methodical but slow. He casually touched his face here and there angling it and quietly telling Bryce what he was about to do before he did it. He then had Bryce lay down flat on the table on his back while he checked his lymph nodes around his neck, under his arms and told him to lift up as he pushed his boxers tantalizingly lower but not all the way off so they were midway between his navel and the base of his cock. Bryce was already very uncomfortable his undershorts slightly dislodged and showing more skin than he is used to. Pat pushed his hands slightly under Bryce's boxers on either side of his groin checking the lymph nodes down there. Bryce twitched noticeably when Pat's hands slid in there but otherwise he just stared at the ceiling but his face was now visibly red. Then, Pat put the steth to his ears and listened to his chest: "Good strong heartbeat there young man....sounds like you just ran the marathon!"
Following that he had Bryce sit upright again and Bryce quickly pulled his boxers back up. and he slapped on the BP cuff and checked his blood pressure. "I am just going to slip this sleeve on your arm and squeeze this pump till it tightens against your bicep....there we go...106/61.. No problems here."
Next up he had Bryce stand up. I thought to myself....here we go! I kept waiting for the exposure of that final frontier. But, Pat used his stethoscope once again to check Bryce's lungs ....front and back. I noticed that Pat was using his left hand to touch Bryce before he placed the disc against his body and each time he did, Bryce jumped slightly. But once he jumped, he seemed to accept Pat's manual attention. He seemed real sensitive where even the slightest touch was making him twitch. Then Pat had him sit back down on the table and he took his seat on the stool and he proceeded to carefully check his feet. He looked between his toes and he delicately bent each toe. It almost looked like a foot massage. I was jealous! After that he checked the movement of his ankles and then his knees. He commented about all of the bruises on his shins. "That tells me you play hard when you play..." He then had him stand up and do a number of orthopedic type moves, torquing his body at the waist, bending over first one arm then the other and then both together touching his feet. He then observed the bending of his elbows and he had him simulate throwing a pitch to check the movement of his rotator cuff. Nothing was getting by him....everything was being carefully scrutinized. Finally he had him do 10 deep knee bends and following that placed his hands in the very back of his knees "checking to see if there is any heat being generated at the joint" he said.
We were now 25 minutes into this exam and I was beginning to wonder if seeing his nipples was going to be the most exposure I could expect. I was getting really frustrated, quietly replaying my conversations in my head with Pat to make sure I didn't misunderstand what I believed to be his intentions.
After he checked his lungs, Pat said: "I do hear a little asthmatic squeak in there. I see that Dr. Rosencrantz has you taking Proventil as needed. I want you to make sure you never go anywhere without it. I have a neck strap that you can use to carry it cause I realize you don't always have pockets." In a few minutes, I am going to have you walk and then run on a treadmill and see how your asthma is.
"Ok" Pat said: "Let's get your height and weight checked out and see how you've done over the past year. I need you to follow me to the room next door which is the lab. That is where the scale is. Before that, why don't you slip off your boxers...."
WHAT?!! It was like Bryce had been hit with a baseball in his sleep. Pat repeated that he needed him to take off his boxers to go next store for his height and weight check. And he did it as casually as asking someone to remove their baseball cap at the table. Bryce was not pleased at all. He started stammering and saying he didn't want to do that. Very patiently, Pat sat back on his round stool and said to Bryce: "Ok, what's the problem, Bryce? Bryce repeated that he didn't want to remove his boxers --which was the last article of clothing he was wearing. Very patiently Pat said to him: "Look, big guy, welcome to the big leagues. You are becoming a man. You are going into the 8th grade. You need to get used to being naked in front of other guys....and certainly being naked in front of your dad and your doctor is not a big deal. Besides, at your new school, showers are mandatory after PE and practices and games. WHAT?!! Bryce was not aware of that policy! Neither was I for that matter. I was thinking to myself.....Corporal punishment...mandatory showers....this really is throwback to the 1950's. Finally, Pat said to Bryce: "Ok....come on, you are wasting time.....time for you to graduate to the big leagues and show your stuff.....step out of your boxers or I will take them off for you....."
Bryce was standing there and I noticed he had his arms covering his chest already feeling the need to cover up like he was naked just being bare chested. Then he said: "Can my dad wait out in the waiting room?" I was crushed thinking that he was still worried about me seeing him naked. Pat, now showing some agitation in his voice looked sharply at Bryce and simply said: "Strip now." Slowly, Bryce lowered his royal blue boxers with the white birds (the Hollister logo) and as he did, he turned away from me so all I could see was his porcelain white ass. Fine by me. I have not seen that before either. Once he got his boxers slowly down to his ankles, Pat leaned over and told Bryce: "Raise your right foot.....now your left.... there we go! Was that so bad Bryce?" Bryce was now standing with both hands firmly covering his genitals. The show has begun.... Pat threw his boxers over to me and I put them with the rest of his clothes.
Pat led Bryce by putting his left hand gently on his right shoulder near his neck and steered him out and across to the lab. I followed watching my son's firm and dimpled white butt strut just above his long, slender legs. In the other room was your classic medical scale up against the wall. Pat had him stand on it, hands by his sides while he played with the weights...98 pounds. Looks like you put 10 pounds on since your last check up son.... Standing the way he was even though his cock was now uncovered, I could not really get a glimpse. He was facing the wall and I was directly behind him. But then it came time to check his height. The measuring tape was on the wall just to the left of the scale and for this, Bryce had to stand tall, hands by his side....facing me. Helloooo Big Boy! Finally, I saw my son's cock. You would have thought Bryce was standing in front of a class of 3rd grade girls instead of me and his doctor. As I looked closer, I realized that my son was not circumcised! Holy shit! the boy has been my son since he was 5 and I never knew.
So, there my son stood, totally naked....totally exposed and he was helpless to do anything about it. I saw it all. And Pat seemed to take forever in doing the measuring all the while insisting he stand straight, hands by his side allowing me the luxury to drink it all in. 60.3 inches! Not bad there son, you grew almost 2 inches.
Bryce stepped away from the measuring wall, very self consciously covering his cock with both hands. Pat went over to the countertop and then looked back at Bryce and told him to take a seat on the stool which he did. No sooner did Bryce sit down that Pat came over to him holding a tray: "Time to drain some blood from you son.....I am just going to put this strap around your right arm, dab a little alcohol on your skin and you will feel a slight prick......there we go....that was easy.....just about 10 seconds more......and we're done. Pat then gave Bryce a cotton ball to hold over the puncture leaving Bryce in this awkward position of his right hand covering his cock while his left hand held the ball against his puncture. "How are you feeling there son?" Pat said? Ok? I guess he saw something cause just as he said that Bryce started to pass out. "It's ok Bryce, happens to the best of us.....He steered Bryce over to an exam table in that room before he passed out totally...I went and helped.... We spread him out on the table on his back and Pat raised the head-end up so Bryce was sitting up and had me hold him while he went to get some smelling-salts. There were no hands covering his crotch now and as I stood there I got to see his manhood in scrupulous, close-up detail. I could now see what looked like maybe a dozen or so pubic hairs sprouting just above the base of his penis. Other than that...and they weren't even an inch long yet, he was smooth.
Of course, when Pat brought him back to life, he immediately covered his cock again. Pat snickered and said: "Son...it's a bit late for that now, we have seen it and not to belabor this point your equipment looks like all other boys." Bryce was blushing profusely even down his upper chest, but he still kept his hands over his crotch forgetting completely about his earlier puncture wound.
We then went back to the exam room that we were originally in. As we crossed the hall way, Colin showed up --getting a good look at Bryce naked-- and asked how much longer we were going to be. Bryce ducked into the room as quickly as he could. Pat said to Colin....we are going to be maybe another 40 to 60 minutes son... Wow, really? I thought? We were already 40+ minutes into this examination and he is thinking another hour??
We go back into the room and Pat gets a bit more serious with Bryce. "Ok son, you need to stop covering your cock like sunlight will shrivel it up. It won't... trust me. You need to start acting your age and keep your hands to your side. Covering up like that makes you look like an ape...." Bryce sat down on the exam table and while his hands were no longer cupping his genitals, he was putting his arms over his lap to provide cover --still. Pat entered the height and weight in his chart. Then following that he says to Bryce: "Ok, son...time to check the lower-40..." Bryce had no idea what he meant since he had never been to a ranch or probably watched a Western on TV but I got it. He told Bryce to stand up. "Hands at your side now son come on....." Then Pat sat on his stool reached over to a floor lamp that had two bulbs on it and turned it on aiming the light directly at Bryce. "Halogen, Pat said....they get hot so stay away from the bulbs....."
Bryce's naked form was now lit up like the Washington Monument on a cold crisp night. "Let's see what we have here...." Pat just looked quietly at the naked form. Then he said: "Ok...let's get the Tanner evaluation out of the way....Bryce, put your hands behind your head and spread your legs for me please....." Oh wow! Here I was hoping to just get a brief glance at Bryce naked and now I am getting to see the Full Monty... "No hair under the pits yet.....nice pectoral development for a boy his age....some axillary hair on the arms....your pubic bush is starting to grow in.....I would put you at Stage III boy." Bryce then asked if he was done? "Not even close boy!" was the response. Pat then reached behind him to the drawer and pulled out what looked like egg-shaped beads. "These are for measuring your testicles, son......and with that he carefully isolated Bryce's right nut in the sac so he could compare the size of his testicle to the set of plastic orbs in his other hand......finding the one orb that was closest to his size testicle. .8ml he exclaims....and then proceeds to isolate the other testicle and make a note in his file.
Is that a good size for Bryce? I asked... Well, it is a bit small but it is acceptable and the appearance of his pubic hair is a sign that things are starting to happen. Some guys just start to happen later than others. It would be helpful to know if his paternal dad was a late bloomer because that would more easily explain any delay. I will get a better reading once his blood work comes back and in any event, I will monitor him every 3 months for the next year or so to make sure there are no blips in his development because at this age those blips would have a critical impact on his growth.
Ok, Bryce, let's check out your manhood. Bryce was pretty upset at this point. The lights on his body were quite strong and you could tell he desperately wanted to cover up. "Bryce...step on to the stage so we can have a good look." Pat pointed to that cube I saw when I first came into the room. It raised him up off the floor about 30-36 inches and was 3 feet wide so he could easily stand with his feet wide apart. "You see those red dots on the surface of the stage Bryce? Put your feet over each of them for me.....that a boy."
There is something about being the only one in a room naked. It makes you that much more aware of your own nudity. This was now certainly true of Bryce who had the ignominy added of having to stand on a 'stage' elevating his body bathed in bright light.
Pat moved in closer and the first thing that he did was examine the thin wisps of pubic hair that Bryce had sprouting. Not yet thick, they were nevertheless dark in contrast to his sandy blond head of hair made more so by his alabaster skin of this pubic area. He slowly brushed the thin wisps, almost toying with them as Bryce stood there looking at me. "These seem to be coming in nicely....when did they first appear Bryce?" Once again getting very red in the face, Bryce answered: "Around Christmas I first some hairs there." Hmmm.....so about six months then...let me check your armpits once more time....put your hands behind your head." With his nose practically in Bryce's armpit, Pat started to brush his thumb over the inner well of Bryce's armpit...then he took an LED penlight from the nearby counter and carefully illuminated his left pit.....then his right. As the brushed his thumb over each, Bryce shivered noticeably, his flaccid penis quivering in response to his body movement. The level of dread was growing.
Next, Pat returned to his genitals. Bryce's penis casually rested on his scrotum listing slightly to the left. Casually, he took Bryce's penis in his 3 fingers of his ungloved right hand and gently and delicately started to dance his fingers up and down the shaft. "Hmmm.....you have quite a hood here son (referring to his foreskin that totally encapsulated his glans). As he retracted the skin to expose his glans, Bryce visibly quivered and thrust his buttocks backward in response. With almost a snicker, Pat said: "You don't like my doing this, do you son?" Bryce stood there, looking down at Pat's face focused on his genitals and squeaked ...No, sir. Pat got up and went to the cabinet over the sink and grabbed what appeared to be a white wash cloth, a stainless steel bowl and a bottle of isopropyl alcohol. He poured about a third of the bottle (5oz) into the bowl and returned to the cube where Bryce was standing. Soaking the wash cloth in the alcohol, he then stretched back my son's foreskin and proceeded to wash off the now engorging cock with the wet cloth. "AHHHHH! NOOOooooooooooooooo" Pat said: I know it stings but you are not doing a good job keeping it clean and the best way to cut-the-mustard is with a bit of alcohol. It is going to sting for a bit. Then Pat turned to me and said: Over in the left cabinet is a hand towel, get one and dry off his cock. I did what I was told while Bryce stood there on the cube. I had never touched somebody elses penis before. It felt incredibly soft as I gently patted his now very red member which was now shrunken to a nub. I had to stretch it out again to make sure I dried off all the area that had been bathed in alcohol.
Pat said to me: You need to check him after each shower and make sure he keeps that cocklet of his clean. You can either wash it yourself with soap and water or watch as he does it so he gets in the habit of keeping it clean. Whoa! was he kidding? Pat was prescribing that either I wash my boy's cock or observe him as he washes it every day?? Bryce just stood there, now almost numb.
Then Pat said: You know, we really ought to do a circumcision on your boy. For one thing it lowers the risk of contracting AIDS by almost 50% and it also cuts down on your boy's carrying the HPV virus. Besides, you want your son to be a mirror image of you and you are cut. Ahh...memories of the showers at the club.
I was a bit stunned by this recommendation. Circumcision at his age? Isn't this something done shortly after birth?? Pat said: Not always no. In fact every year I spend a week in the Caribbean at a clinic and I must do 80 or more circs on teen boys for the reasons I stated. Bryce was now figuring out the conversation. I am not sure if he really knew what circumcision meant but he seemed to be aware enough to chime in loudly with a NOOOOOO! --almost tearfully.
I thought for a minute about what Pat said. The idea of his being like me took on more importance as I thought about it....health issues aside. So, I asked Pat...when would be do this? "I would schedule it next Monday after his game...the procedure will take less than an hour and he should have recuperated enough for the following weekend's game. My next question is where would it be done? "I can do it here in the office." Meanwhile Bryce is in the background loudly objecting to this discussion which we both just ignored. "Will it hurt?" I asked? And this is where I saw a new side of Pat that I had never observed before: "We will numb his dick up so he won't feel too much..." Too much? I asked? Pat replied: "For Bryce this is going to be a significant Rite of Passage. I don't want him to feel a lot of pain but he should feel something so he remembers the experience. I will give him a shot in the dorsal nerve of his penis and in the ring and that will block most sensation. After that I will give you some EMLA cream that you can apply every few hours to help to control the pain for the next five days or so"
But....Pat said....before we do that we have to finish up here. Bryce spread your legs over those red dots again, please. With that Pat returned to Bryce's examination. This time he started to carefully examine his scrotum and testes. "His testes are still hard. At this age, we would like to see them a bit bigger and softer." What does that mean, I asked? Pat said....maybe nothing more that his being late to the party but I will make sure. "Ok, Bryce, turn and look towards your dad and give me a nice hard cough when I tell you.....NOW. Cough --oh come on, you can do better than that. Cough like you are trying to make your balls crawl back up into your tummy: COUGH --that a boy. Again: COUGH good. Ok....let's try the other side now...same thing when I tell you a nice hard cough for me. Pat repositioned his finger back into the left side of the scrotum: NOW.... COUGH ok...good....one more time now: COUGH good boy. Ok...next up, I want to take a gander at the plumbing inside your sac.....keep you legs spread for me. Pat then took that penlight and illuminated Bryce's scrotum from behind. Turning to me he said: "Do me a favor and turn off the floor lamp...." Ok....things look pretty much in order here as he let go of Bryce's scrotum and turned off the penlight. Then Pat said to me: "Come over here....I want you to feel this." Not exactly sure of what, I moved over close and he says to me "Take is scrotum in your fingers....feel how soft the skin is. I moved in and bent down on one knee and carefully took hold of Bryce's scrotum. He was very uncomfortable now. "What does it feel like" said Pat: As I took his scrotum in my right hand, I could feel the delicacy. There is nothing as tender as the skin on a pubescent boy's scrotum, especially before it has grown hair. Bryce was at first horrified, but as I delicately felt his sac and the orbs encased in it, he started to moan and squirm on his two feet. Pat said to Bryce, it is just as well you get used to having your dad check your sac because once he month I want him doing a check for testicular cancer.
Bryce said: Am I done? Can I get dressed? Pat said, not quite yet son. Just hang loose so to speak winking and playfully smacking his butt....
Turning to me, he said, with your permission, I would like to check the development of his prostate gland to see what stage it is at. It will give me a better understanding of your boy's development.... Without much hesitation, I said....sure. Bryce didn't know what was about to happen but he was tired of this physical which had now exceeded an hour. Pat went to one of the top drawer cabinets, took a pair of examination gloves and a small tube of KY in a blue and yellow box. He then opened the package, took out the tube and with it was a nozzle that he screwed on to the tube in place of the cap. The nozzle was about 3 inches long, about as long as the tube itself and looked much like an enema tip. He then told Bryce to step off the pedestal and maneuvered him over to the exam table. "Ok Bryce, here is what I want you to do.....face the table....bend over so that your nipples are touching the top...that's it...now stretch your arms out like airplane wings.....there we go....turn your head and look at your dad......now move your legs slightly apart and out just a bit....(with this command, Pat pushed his hand between Bryce's thighs to help him assume the proper position)....ok now turn your feet inward so your toes are aiming inward a bit....good...ok....now bend your knees slightly......Good job! Ok, now hold that position....see this tube with this tip on it? I am just going to slide this into your butt, squeeze the goo that's in this tube out and you will feel a squishyness in there....not to worry...it won't hurt. Pat then took the tube of KY, squeezed some of the gel out and smeared it over the tip and then slowly inserted the nozzle. Once in place he said: Hold stil now....and then he gave the tube a good squeeze which caused Bryce to shiver and shutter a bit.... "Easy Bryce....just hold still for me...you are doing just fine. Ok...now you may feel something a bit bigger go in your butt.....try to relax your sphincter and when you feel me push against your hole, push back for me....do you think you can do that?" Yes, Bryce croaked.... "Good boy." With that Pat took his gloved finger and slowly eased is forefinger into my son's asshole. Bryce was squirming and grunting but otherwise did as he was told. "Good boy Bryce,you are doing fine....." Once he got is finger all the way in, he pulled out and started working two fingers in. Bryce was now squirming a lot more...so much so that Pat placed his left hand on Bryce's lower back... "easy there boy....just relax for me....I am almost done...." Suddenly, Bryce went nearly spastic, rearing his head up and uttering a noise that sounded like a prehistoric monster was in the room. Pat said to me: "Bingo....that is his prostate gland.....it still feels pretty firm not unlike his testes....." and with that he withdrew his fingers from my boy's butt. He pulled off the gloves and tossed them in the nearby basket and then told me son to stand up and turn around. Bend down, he checked out his penis again. "Ok....good....there is some prostatic juice that was released...turning to me while still holding Bryce's cock in his right hand, he asked me to give him a wet-nap from the box on the counter near the sink. I did and watched him wipe my son's glans clean --and watched once again my boy shiver like a chill ran down his spine.
"Am I done???" Bryce said once again?
Pat ignored him. Instead, Pat took a seat on his stool once again. Bryce was standing, now leaning on the exam table. He seemed to almost forget he was still naked. He was no longer making any effort to cover himself. Pat said: "Bryce, when was the last time you masturbated?"
Bryce's face went blank. Huh? he said. Dr. Ryan: "When was the last time you jacked-off?" Bryce took one look at me and I tried to remain totally passive. Then he looked back at Pat and kind of stared but didn't say anything. Finally Pat said: "Do you know what jacking off is Bryce? Yes. Do you do it? Ummm....no. Really! said Pat. Are you sure because it is alright if you do.... no sir. I don't do that.
Pat looked at me and said: The boy should be masturbating by now. Do you mind if I check this out? I wasn't sure what he meant by that but I told him...sure go ahead.
"Ok...Bryce come here....come closer. That's it. Now turn around, face your dad and let your body lean against mine....that's it...." With that Pat placed his left hand on Bryce's chest and he took his right hand and started to masturbate my son. Bryce was beside himself as his cock started to respond to the manipulation of his dick by Pat. Pat sat there casually frigging my son. I could not believe this was happening and I was watching. Slowly, his penis grew to a nice healthy five inches and Bryce started to squirm and moan.
"This isn't going to take very long at all....I think the prostate check horned your boy up."
Then he stopped, reached over to the counter and grabbed a condom, unwrapped it and put it over Bryce's engorged cock. "I think our boy here is about to make a deposit...." and with that he resumed his stroking and Bryce got more active thrusting his pelvis back and forth and started to loudly groan with almost total abandon. Then he yelled: "Daddy....please...no!" I simply said to him: "It's ok champ...let Dr. Kelly finish his exam...." And with that Bryce sort of collapsed back on to Pat's lap and his condom filled with boycream.
I was hoping to see my boy naked for the first time. I had now spent two hours watching him naked and now saw him ejaculate.....watching his pained and emotion filled expressions on his face, watched his chest flush red and listened to his plaintive cries as he finally released his cum. So much for his modesty! And just as Bryce fell back in Pat's arms, his condom filled with goo, Colin comes bursting into the exam room to ask how much longer we were going to be. He interrupted himself mid sentence as he stared at my son, taking in the sight of him naked with a condom on his cock. All he said was "Gee" before Pat chased him again out of the room.
When Bryce finally got his faculties back, he stood up and asked somewhat plaintively if we were done? Said Pat: Not quite yet son. He went over to a drawer and pulled out a large empty container, wrote my son's name on it and then handed it to me. He said "Help your son piss into this container after you clean off his cock. I am going to take the semen sample he just gave go next door and also prepare the shots he needs.....
What shots does he need Pat? "Let's see......ummmm.......looking again at my son's chart.....seven and if I give him a Vitamin B shot which I would ordinarily 8. Eight!??? Yeah. Some are new such as the HPV and Hepatitis B vaccine and the rest are follow-up boosters. With the HPV, this is going to be the first of 3 shots he is going to need over the next month. Yikes, I said do all of those go in his arm? Pat said....well they could but that many I will probably aim at a bigger muscle (and he winked at me).
Pat removed the condom from Bryce's cock and I took some wet naps and cleaned up his genitals. He no longer seemed concerned at all with my seeing him naked, never mind my touching his manhood. Then, I put the container down on the stool that Pat used and I took Bryce's cock in two of my fingers and aimed it at the cup and told him to let it flow. With Bryce naked, me holding his little cock, he proceeded to pee into the cup.
About 10 minutes later, Bryce laying on his side on the exam table and still naked, Pat comes into the room with a tray holding 8 fearsome looking needles. Bryce looked up and upon seeing the arsenal, started to cry. He had about all he could take. Pat went over and tried to comfort him but he wasn't interested in being comforted. So I went, picked him up and brought him back over to my chair where I sat him on my lap and tried to tell him that we were almost done. While he settled down on my lap, Pat came over and suggested that I continue to hold him while he gave him his shots. He stood Bryce up, allowed him to bend over and hug me. Then Pat methodically spot cleaned his ass cheeks, 4 on each side and delivered the vaccinations while I held my boy ....with each shot, I could see him wince and feel him hug me tighter. .....one....two.....three.....four....five....six....seven....eight....each one administered right after the other....no break...no relief. By the end, Bryce was sobbing saying...."my butt hurts!!!!" With the eighth injection, Pat said happily..."There we go....I think we are done. Why don't you get dressed...."
Bryce got dressed finally while Pat cleaned up. As we had planned, we went back to Pat's house for a cookout. Bryce immediately put his head down upon getting in the car not wanting to sit on his sore ass and said he just wanted to go home. But since we had made this plan in advance I told him we had to go to Pat's. We followed their car and when we got to his house, we went outside to the yard. Colin disappeared and soon appeared in his bathing suit. Bryce who was quite listless still said he didn't want to go in the pool and that besides, he didn't bring a bathing suit.
Said Pat: "Oh come on Bryce, don't be a spoiled sport. Colin waited all morning for you while you got your physical looking forward to playing with you in the pool and now you are going to disappoint him?" Bryce once again repeated that he didn't bring a suit. "Why do you need a suit? It isn't like we all haven't seen you naked!" Then Pat said: "Colin, Bryce forgot his suit, be a good sport and take yours off so he isn't the only one swimming naked." In a flash, Colin said: sure Dad! and yanked off his suit. I whispered in Bryce's ear that he needed to be a good sport too and started to help him out of his clothes. Once naked, I turned to Pat and asked if he had any suntan lotion? "Good point, you too Colin, don't go in the water till we get you gooked up." Pat went inside and brought out two types of suntan lotions: "Use this on on the skin that hasn't seen the sun before and this on the rest. With Bryce now naked standing in front of me I took the lotion and started to slather it on his body.....everywhere. Bryce obediently stood there as I ran my greasy hands over his face, shoulders, stomach, legs, feet, backside and then finally his genitals. As I coated his cock and balls, I could feel his cock respond as I gave it and his balls and good protective coating. Imagine, I got to handle his whole package even making him hard as a rock. Then I told him to wait 20 minutes before he went in the water so the lotion would soak in. He and Colin who got the same treatment from his dad, went over to a shady spot in their back yard, laid down on two lounge chairs stark naked and patiently waited. It wasn't much longer before he and Colin were frolicking naked in the pool.
I sat there drinking a beer with Pat and he leans over to me and says: "I think his modesty issues have been dealt with....." I didn't say anything.....I just sat there staring at the two naked boys and thought to myself: No shit. Then Pat said: It will be interesting to see how he responds when the other boys arrive. OTHER BOYS?? Pat smiled and said.....yeah...we will cure his modesty issues once and for all....
Footnotes: Bryce got circumcised the following Monday. If you would like the details on that, send me an email with your request. Want to know how to check for testicular cancer? Send me an email for information. Brycesdadd@gmail.com