This chapter is dedicated to Keith, a dear friend and wonderful man.
Now on to Chapter 63! And many more to follow.
We heard the frat was having a party where the guys had to wear something they had made, and it could not contain any cloth, fur or skins of any kind. Some of the previous attires were mentioned: one guy had taped a plastic cup over his dick and balls; another had used crime scene tape to wrap his crotch in.
Hank challenged me to come up with both a unique costume for the dorm party and one for the frat party.
I knew I had my work cut out for me, and that Hank wanted something that was both provocative and indicated our sexual preference.
I mentally shook my head and wondered what Hank would get me into next!
I worked on these two problems for several days. First, I had to look up what an anthurium was, and then I had to throw something at Hank when I saw the picture – yellow sock, indeed! Then I found out that we had to be more conservative for the dorm party than for the frat party.
Hank kept throwing out ideas while I would be thinking of costumes. "Fairies, you know they had boy fairies." Then he looked at me and said, "No, how about Romeo and Julio, and we could both wear tights then!" The thought of Hank in tights with nothing on underneath gave me pause: I might like to see that!
I said, "How about a horse and you can go as the ass!" He laughed at me; I think it was more a laugh at how lame my joke was.
"I know - how about I go as an iPod; then people can push my buttons and play with my touch wheel!"
"Asshole! Shut up and let me think!" I said in mock anger.
So he was quiet. I googled unique costumes, and found snow globes, bad ear book picture (I thought that one had possibilities, especially for me), an outhouse, a turd; I saw the iPhone and the iPod and laughed. There was a guy in a black trash bag as a raisin; I thought that might be a possibility for the frat party. Then there was a bong, and a beer keg. I kind of liked Batman for Hank, and Robin for me - the dynamic duo. Hmmmm, wonder what they did in that bat cave? Then I saw Flash Gordon, and that might be great for Hank. I saw a chick magnet – a guy with Barbie dolls attached all over him; I didn't know if there was a guy magnet.
That got me thinking of Jimmy going as a male slut, and made me wonder what the word for that was. I also imagined all kinds of slutty costumes for him. Then I thought of a bottle of lube: gentle warming and tingling! I started laughing, picturing someone in that kind of costume.
I saw a drunk frat guy wrapped completely in frayed aluminum foil, and the caption was "left-overs".
After much discussion and thought, Hank and I decided that we would go as doctor and patient. Only, I had to be the patient and wear one of those hospital gowns that tied in the back! And he would be the soap opera doctor with the doctor's scrubs on that had a V half way down the chest, and tight scrub pants. He said that if I wasn't completely comfortable being naked under the gown for the dorm party, I could wear a skin colored speedo. He seemed to know where to get one.
He came back with all the pieces, and had found men's flesh-toned underwear that had an ass as a back, and dick, balls, and a thick bush painted on the front. His scrubs were perfect – white coat, stethoscope, and a pair of rubber gloves. He said he was going to walk around checking out guys, having them turn their heads and cough as he stuck his finger in their groin. "And I think I'll carry a clipboard, so that guys can sign up for prostate exams!" He thought for a moment, then said, "And my name tag will read, 'Ben Dover, Urologist'".
So that was one costume, and then it was on to the frat party. This one would be the most difficult. It had to be racy, lewd, and made from none-clothing items. I heard that it would be a wild party. Matt heard that I was going to be there. He called and asked me what I was coming as. Then he laughed and said, "I guess it doesn't matter, as long as you cum!" I got the meaning of that and laughed.
That got me to thinking. I had still been talking to Marshall once a week and, as much as I liked trying new things and new guys, I was kind of wanting to spend more and more time in sex, just with Hank. He said that it was only a natural reaction - to explore lots of things, and to experience all kinds of things, but that, two, once I found someone that I wanted to be with, it would become more and more just the two of us. We might enjoy watching others and get in on some action, but that we would probably end up in those situations pairing up with each other.
So I wondered about Matt - if he was expecting a repeat of the last time, if not more. I figured I would have to play it by ear. And Hank was talking to me about controlling my drinking. He still laughed when he would see me tipsy after about half as much as he drank. But he seemed to watch out for me, and made sure I made it back to the room before passing out. There had been a couple of times when I saw guys passed out in the stairwell, or sprawled around a toilet in the bathrooms.
These guys were always the brunt of many jokes. Usually their clothes were removed, or at least pushed down to their ankles. And, quite often, profane comments were written in permanent marker on their forehead, abdomen, and/or crotch, so that, for days after, they continued to be ridiculed about their intoxication; not that they didn't take it well, or laugh it off with the others.
So, I wanted to have fun, but I wanted to control myself; I knew that I had Hank as a fall-back. That night he put on the Doctor's outfit, and I got into the gown (sans underwear, of course), and he made me be the patient! It was quite hilarious.
"What, you never played doctor as a kid?" he asked me.
"No," I said, as I laid down on the bed, with many pillows propping up my head.
"My brothers and I would play it all the time! I remember when I was young, oh 12 or so; it was amazing to play doctor on them. It allowed me to explore every part of them under the pretense of doctoring them."
"Like what did you do?" I asked, all eager to hear more about his brothers. They seemed so wild and crazy.
"Well, of course, they would have to be naked. I would start by listening to their hearts with my play stethoscope, looking into their eyes and ears. I would make them open their mouth, so I could shine the flashlight in and look around. And they would always burp in my face and laugh, because it was usually a pizza or burrito burp." He smiled as he remembered.
"I would then test their reflexes: arms, knees, and feet. Then I would twist a nipple to see what kind of reaction that would cause. I would look for ticklish spots." He reached down to tickle the spot on my side that drives me crazy. "Just like that!"
"Then I would make them turn over, and I would examine their ass, only I called it a butt then. I would spread the cheeks apart, and comment on how well they were wiping or not. The brothers that were watching would always crack up at that. We had this plastic thermometer. So I would dip it into a jar of Vaseline and then put it in their hole. The doctor had done this to me, so I thought it was the way it was supposed to be done – all the time! Again, my other brothers would laugh at the look on the face of the patient as I slid the thermometer into his butt."
He smiled as he brought out his plastic thermometer from his pocket. "For you!" he said, and laughed. "After taking their temperature, I would roll them back over and check their glans' as the doctor called it. I would take their dick (they would laugh at me when I said, penis') in my hand between thumb and first finger. I would roll it around and move it up and down. It always amazed me how it grew. And my brother's dicks always grew more than mine did at that age."
"And now?" I asked.
"Shut up! I am telling a story." He smiled his famous smile and tried to tickle me again. "Anyway, I would move on to their testicles and rub them around. I couldn't get over how much hair they had when I was that young, and it always fascinated me. So I would spend as much time as possible exploring around their crotches, flipping their dicks this way and that, and manipulating their balls."
"Invariably, they would get hard, and that's when I would ask for a specimen. I had learned that made my brothers all roar with laughter. At first, all I knew was the doctor had me pee in a cup. So that's what I thought I wanted him to do. But my other brother's would chime in and say, `So, okay, Keith, give him a real specimen. Let's see if that thing works!' The first time, I didn't get the joke, but Keith took his dick in his hand and began to stroke it up and down, using just two fingers."
I could just see this. If Keith was anything like Bill, this had to be wild! "All my brother's would be egging him on: `Come on, let's see that baby batter'. I had no clue then what they meant. But they kept after him until he began to draw his legs up, spreading his legs farther apart, but bringing his heels closer together. Then he was moaning. I thought he was really having a seizure or something. And then he was shooting this white stuff up into the air and gasping, moaning and groaning all at the same time.
"My brothers were clapping, so I joined in. Then they told me to scoop up some of the white stuff for my sample. I did. Then they told me that Keith still needed to provide a urine sample. They would laugh as they handed him a juice bottle or something. Then he would have to stand and piss in the bottle while we all watched." He shook his head and laughed.
"It seemed like every afternoon, one of the brothers would have me play doctor on them, and the others that were around would watch. I got to know what things made them laugh, and would repeat those. They even found a pair of my mom's Playtex gloves, and got me doing prostate exams. I would wiggle my fingers around in their ass. I learned about how to find the prostate and press on it. They would all laugh, as the brother I was examining would begin to leak and squirm as I mashed it with my finger."
"So were you ever the patient?" I asked, now completely hard and ready for Hank to `examine' me! "Yes, after a couple of months or so. I made them be the doctor on each other and, of course, they knew more about what they were doing, and would usually get the patient hard, horny, and begging for release. They even put restraints on the patient a couple of times. I watched all this and learned more and more about the male body and what was happening. My dick would get hard while I was watching them, and they would laugh."
He shook his head again. "Then one day, I think I had just turned 11 or something, I said I wanted to be the patient. They agreed, but said I was a patient that might harm himself, so I would have to be restrained. Then they used belts to tie my arms and feet down. I was hard by the time they finished tying me up!"
"Anyway, they explored me and tormented me. They `examined' my prostate and got me so turned on I was begging for them to do something. They teased my cock for what seemed like hours, but was probably only 10 minutes. Finally, I erupted all over the place, and screamed, "Oh, fuck!" at the top of my lungs.
They were laughing so hard when Dad came in that they couldn't explain what was going on. Dad saw me strapped down, the white ropes across my stomach, and the laughing brothers. He shook his head and said, "Just don't make him do anything he doesn't want to do."
He turned and looked at me and said, "And it looks like you just did something you wanted to do!" He smiled, laughed, patted my leg, and left.
"Man, your dad sounds so cool!" I said. I couldn't imagine a dad that would just laugh that off.
"After that, I guess I had been initiated, because it was always okay for me to be around when they were jerking off or playing around." He looked at me, "What? I have already told you that we all jerked off together and in front of each other. It wasn't anything special or unique. I was taught that every guy does it; it is a natural thing and, as long as you aren't hurting anyone, it's okay. Besides, I learned lots of cool techniques from my brothers, their friends, and my friends."
"Like what?" I asked, eager to hear more.
He laughed. "Well, little brother," and he stressed the little brother part, "I have already told you about some of them, and showed you some, but, right now, we need to see what is wrong with the patient. Are you going to cooperate, or am I going to have to restrain you?"
"I promise to be good," I said with mock innocence.
"Okay, so here's the scenario. You are patient Patterson, and you are in for an exam. I work at a teaching hospital, so these interns are here to watch me examine a patient. Since it is a teaching hospital, I expect that you will be cooperative and understanding. In addition, you will remain still and allow me to perform a very thorough examination. Do you understand, Patterson?"
"Yes, Doctor," I said, with as much seriousness as I could muster.
"Okay, gather around students. Patterson here is in for a check-up, and you need to learn how to perform a thorough exam. So pay attention. You may be called upon to assist, or to answer questions."
As he talked, I began to imagine the people in the room. "First, let's remove this gown; it is just going to get in the way." He reached behind my neck and undid the tie. Then he gently pulled it from under me. I was still hard from his story and went to cover myself, because I was embarrassed to be this way in front of all the students.
"Now, Patterson, that is quite a natural response, given the situation. And for the moment, you can cover yourself." I wondered about the 'for the moment', comment.
He went about checking my ears, eyes, and throat with the penlight he had. He had a tongue depressor for me to say, "Ahhh," with. He listened to my heart and described the rhythm to the students. He asked them questions about what to expect in a healthy 18 year old male. He seemed so serious as he felt around my neck and throat. He palpitated my stomach and felt around in it.
He produced one of those rubber mallets and checked my responses at my elbows, knees, and feet. I closed my eyes, and was beginning to feel like I was in a hospital being examined by a doctor while he instructed his students.
"Okay, Patterson, we are going to examine your groin now. And don't worry, this is a very typical reaction and the students have all seen this before." I blushed and he moved my hands away. "Well, maybe they haven't seen one as fine as this one!" he said, and I 'heard' one of the women in the group giggle.
He took my dick in his hands and began to describe for them, from top to bottom, all the parts of my dick, all the while holding and twisting it.
"Notice how the scrotum has shrunk and is holding the testicles close to the shaft of the penis," he said, rubbing my nuts. "It is still important to manipulate each testicle to examine for any lumps or abnormalities." He rubbed my balls between his fingers. "Now these are perfectly healthy testicles. Each of you should feel these for comparison to the next ones you examine. Again, with my eyes closed, I could swear that several different pairs of hands were gently squeezing and examining my balls; like each hand had a different technique, touch, and even size.
"Now, you will notice that all this manipulation has caused pre-seminal fluid to leak from the head of the penis." Yes, I had to be leaking with all this touching.
"Patterson, if you will now raise and bend your legs at the knees. That's it, and draw your heels back a bit. Now, students, we are going to perform a prostate exam. It is very important that you lube your finger before doing this. And you hope that your patient has had a bowel movement; otherwise you may need to give an enema first."
He had on his rubber gloves and applied lube to his fingers. I noticed it was more than one finger. "Gently, probe your finger in, instructing the patient to relax and push out a bit." He let the first finger slide in. "Then you need to move your finger around until you feel the bump of the prostate in there. Apply pressure. Note that this has caused a reaction is his penis and an increase in the fluid discharge." My cock had jerked, and was no doubt leaking profusely.
"Now, I want each of you to try this," and again I closed my eyes. I was amazed as each time a finger entered me it felt like a different person. After 5 "different" fingers probed me and Dr. Hank had commented on each one's technique, he continued on. "Now if you insert two fingers in, like this..."
I felt the additional fingers and couldn't hold back the moan. He gripped my dick with his other hand. "You can use this method if you need a specimen and the patient is unable to assist you. This is called `milking the prostate'." He proceeded to prod and play with my prostate, and stroke me at the same time.
I couldn't hold back; I was thrashing on the bed as he continued his clinical discussion of what he was doing. I didn't hear all of it, as I was lost in the sensations and waiting for the imminent rush. Then I felt it hit, and it took me then. I groaned out something incoherent, bucked my hips up, and began to spray my stomach with ropes of cum.
Hank continued massaging and milking until I felt completely drained. Finally, I tried to grab his hand and pull him off of my over-sensitive dick. "See, students, this is why you often have to restrain your patients!" he said, laughed, and then bent to kiss me.
"And that's how you play doctor," he said mischievously, as he snapped off his rubber gloves.
"I don't think I will be able to wear the gown and see you dressed like that without throwing a rod." I smiled, and then added, "I am definitely going to have to add that to my playlist!" He laughed.
Later, I began to work on the costume for the frat party. I wanted to be creative and outlandish at the same time. Matt and Jared had told me that the costumes were always very risqué and left little to the imagination. There was also a price for the most inventive, and a penalty if your costume failed to meet the outlined rules.
I had pretty much settled on wearing a jock cup, and then wrapping saran wrap around our midsection, but Hank pointed out that the cup was an article of clothing. As I was tossing something into the trash, I noticed something that I thought would work just fine. So I made a trip off campus to the corner market. I found what I needed, came back, tried it out, and it worked.
I took the largest slurpy cup lid I could find. I put tan duct tape on the inner surface, leaving the hole uncovered. I placed the cup over my cock and balls; it was tight, but it would work. Then I put saran wrap around and around my midsection. I knew it would go on easier if I had someone helping me.
Hank was due at any moment, so I practiced walking around. That wasn't too difficult, and I figured, with just a bit looser wrap, it would be better. Sitting was going to be very difficult, so I figured we would just have to stand most of the time.
Hank came home, took one look, and started laughing as he nodded his head. "Yes! And I love that you left that little hole open, making people wonder if they can see anything!" He made me fix him up. I wrapped him a little looser, and realized that I had to wrap the one that crossed the cup a bit tighter. So if I made that one a narrow strip, or doubled it, then I could make the other ones looser.
I was now set with costumes, and couldn't wait for the parties. Hank kidded me about going around bare assed. That made me swell a bit, and I realized the cup was going to keep my dick pretty well confined, because the saran wrap had little give in it.
Hank made the suggestion of putting a strip of duct tape down the ass crack, to see if I would take his suggestion of some sort of modesty. "Look, I will be nearly naked as it is. I don't think an additional strip of tape on my ass is going to change that fact!" I said.
He clapped me on my shoulder and said, "Way to go little brother! You are getting better!"
I looked at Hank and smiled warmly. Yes, things were definitely getting better the more I was around Hank! And I knew the parties would be wild, with the frat party being the wildest. The dorm party was on Friday and the frat party on Saturday.
I began counting the hours. Thanks to all of you that write, send suggestions, comments and reminders that it is time for a new chapter! :o)
This chapter is dedicated to a dear friend of mine. We met through this story. And while we corresponded daily and often more than once a day, he was not out with his parents. When his father found out there was no getting the father to understand. So Keith took his life.
So this chapter and this story are dedicated to him. I hope that all young men out there seek a good support group when they decide to come out, so that if the rejection occurs, they have some place to go and some to talk to.
I managed to talk him out of it one night, but not the next. He was in London and I in the US.
My apologies for ending this chapter on a sad note, but I needed to pay my respects to Keith.
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