Jerry shook hands with me. "I'll send Billy right in."
"Yeah Jerry. It's best if you wait outside. The boy may be uncomfortable if you are here."
He paused a moment, hesitating. "Well, if you think so, I'll duck out for a cupa and be back in about fifthteen."
I heard Jerry talking to his son. "Doc can see you and take care of your problem." I heard Billy grouching about this.
"Dad, I don't need no doctor. I can take care of it myself."
"But Son, you haven't had a movement for three days. Your whole system could get poisoned. We're here. I'm ordering you to get in there. You'll like the doctor. He's a young guy and very pleasant."
"Probably queer," I heard him mutter. People do think urologist and proctologists are odd professional choices. Doesn't bother me.
I heard the front door close. Jerry was gone. No kid yet. I waited in my office with my door open. Finally, after at least five minutes, Billy opened the waiting room door and walked in slowly, reluctantly. Hell, now I was getting a closer look at the kid, he was a fox and a hot one at that. He had his Dad's good looks, but he had his own version that was cheeky and sexier.
He was taller than Jerry but had that same lithe body. His hair was the same light brown but very curly. The mass of curls covered his head and fell down over his forehead, like those statues of Greeks in Metropolitan Museum.
"Hi Billy, I'm in here, in my office. Have a seat and I'll fill out a new patient's chart."
He sat down opposite me. Like all teenagers, he splayed his legs and began jiggling his foot immediately. He was wound up, nervous and suspicious.
I took his age, eighteen and then his social history. He was surprisingly frank. "Yeah I kill a six pack on Saturday night. The guys play poker." As if that explained everything.
He admitted to masturbation. He was one of those modern boys who know it's natural, but he was a little taken aback when I delved into his frequency (about 3X a day) and technique. I was amused that as he told me he just uses his hand, his fingers curled and he moved his hand, unconsciously.
He became shy when I asked him about sex. "Have you been layed yet?"
"Sort of," he replied.
I left his answer unexplored. I had pity on him.
"Okay lad, what's your present problem?"
"It's really nothing. I've been tense lately because of finals and I guess I've been eating poorly."
"Yes....."
"I haven't gone to the bathroom in three days."
"You mean you haven't shit in three days. I know you've been in the bathroom."
He laughed, but quickly sobered up when I told him to go into the booth, take off all his clothes, including his underwear and come back in a robe that he'll find there.
I busied myself with nonsense, trying to calm myself down, knowing that in a few minutes, a better version of Jerry would emerge for my delectation. Shit, Jerry was a gay guys dream, what would this boy be? I found out shortly as he emerged from the dressing cubicle and stood at the office door. The robe just covered his scrotal area and displayed his gorgeous legs like a showgirl in a brief skirt. They were long and perfectly shaped. A little hair decorated the shins.
"Come into the examining room. I need to take your temperature."
When I came in, he was sitting on the examining table holding his robe tightly around him. As I approached, he opened his mouth to accept the electric thermometer that he was apparently accustomed to.
"No kiddo. We use the old fashioned way. Please get up on the table, on your stomach."
He looked at me with a pained expression. "Can't you use the mouth method?"
Wow, what an opening for a dirty crack, but I ignored that and proceeded briskly. I pulled up his robe, exposing his ass and lower back. I almost dropped the thermometer at the sight before me. He had two pretty dimples at the top of his buttocks and two deep dimples on the sides. I couldn't see his anis because he was clenched tight.
"Whoa son, just relax those cheeks." I noticed that he didn't, so I just pulled one cheek apart and slit the greasy glass tube in. I use a rather thick tube-more fun.
The poor boy was breathing hard in embarrassment and fear, maybe, but he lay still, taking his treatment with grim acceptance. I pulled at the instrument. "M-m-m," I said. (I learned that in medical school.) "You have 101. This is not a dangerous number for a young person, but it means you need treatment."
He lifted his head and craned to look at me. "What kind of treatment?"
I said nothing. Then he face that had been expressing the question relaxed into a grim one. "You mean..."
"Yep. An enema. This will cure your blockage and probably bring your fever to zero. Good, huh?"
He started to get up off the table. "Doc, I haven't had an enema since I was four years old. I hated it then and I hate the idea now." He looked as if he might cry.
I put my arm around his shoulder. Ooh that shoulder. So smooth. His skin was without fault. No pimples, no anything, just ivory perfection.
"Billy. I'm a doctor. I know this is good for you. Now I now you're a brave boy. Just stand for it and it'll be over before you know it."
He sighed an organ note of resignation and removed the robe and lay back on his stomach. That afforded me a look at his whole muscular back and the muscles in his arms. He was a beauty.
I think he acquiesced, as he would have had the coach ordered him to do something firmly. These athletes have a streak of compliance, that's why so many are bottom boys. Well, perhaps that is going too far, but the relaxation in this boys shoulders indicated that he was in a familiar role of acceptance. It was way cute.
I prepared the enamel container. I tested the water so that it was body temperature and would note be uncomfortable. I added two drops of liquid soap and two drops of a sedative. This particular drug produced a calming effect and also--I must whisper this--it was a slight sexual stimulant.
I returned to the examining room. Billy lay there totally relaxed. I thought he might be asleep but as I rubbed his back, he turned his head and looked at me with resignation. "Let's do it."
"Okay," I said and brought the rubber nozzle tip at the entrance to his anal passage. What a lovely ass hole I rhapsodized in my head. It was hairless and shell pink. Right now it was heavily puckered in protection but I wormed my instrument past that and inserted it halfway and stopped. I hadn't turned on the water delivery spigot yet.
"I'm having a little resistance here Billy. Can you pretend you are starting a movement, that'll open you up better."
Billy grunted. I bet that is the same sound he makes when his cum is coming. I jiggled the nozzle in and out like a rubber fuck. I could see that the area below his balls was firming up. The kid was getting an erection, just like Jerry. I thought crazily "The Son Also Rises." That's a literary reference, oh well, forget it.
The black rubber nozzle slit in smoothly now. I smelled something sexy. It was Billy's sweat fear. His back was now coated with boy sweat. This kid hated getting anything up his hole. He was suffering. I opened the lips slightly and the fluid began to enter his system. He stiffened as he felt it. I softly patted his ass cheeks to distract him and, well, add to my own enjoyment.
Only about a quarter of the water was now in our boy, but already there was some effect. He must be very sensitive to any drug. His face was reddened and he was breathing deeply and I swear, he had a silly look on his face as if he was zonked. It was only three drops of the magic formula but Billy was like two bongs high.
I continued with the enema, and all the time I was making love to him, but he wasn't aware of it, at least in his upper consciousness. I stroked his back, tickled the back of his balls and generally enjoyed myself. He began to softly vocalize and his hips moved slightly to stimulate his cock.
It was as if I was fucking him by surrogate-I mean-the enema tube.
Suddenly he began to moan loudly. This was not sexual. He was full to the overflow point and his stomach was aching.
"Doc, I have to empty. Please, help me get to the john."
I helped him off the table. The robe fell off. Did that bother me? No! I put my arm around his 28" waist and guided him into the toilet. His bare feet slapped against the tile as he almost crawled to the commode. Nice feet I thought as I let me sink to the toilet seat and stood at the other end of the little room.
He looked at me questioningly. "Ain't you gonna leave me some privacy?"
"Well kid, I just finished rubbing your whole body and administering an intimate enema, not to mention tickling your balls. Don't you think we have a "special" relationship now?"
He was in such an urgency to expel the load that he made a pained face and tried to ignore my presence. Suddenly we both heard a loud explosion of feces as his pent up enema began to be expelled. Next came bugle sounds of trapped gas escaping. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as he enjoyed getting rid of three days of fast food. Plops and gurgles ensued. Wafts of strong odors circled the room. I breathed as little as I could. Then more splashes of fecal matter and more loud farts, almost in a rhythm of jungle drum beats. His cock was stimulated to full erection by the pleasure of his emptying. Wasn't I a good doctor to make this boy so happy and cock happy too?"
Finally he weakly slumped back against the back of the toilet. "Doc, I'm finished and I'm beat."
I came over. "How about a nice shower?" I helped him to the shower, put a big towel on the hook. "Your Dad should be back, take your time and put the robe on again, not your clothes," I ordered. He looked at me quizzically, but nodded, like a lamby pie.
Yeah, Jerry was in the waiting room. He looked at me for information. "Billy was very bound up. I administered a cleansing. He's in the shower. He had 101 fever. I want to check him out now that he is empty of toxins." Jerry looked at me and nodded. I think he was glad that I had gotten his son "unshitted."
Back in my examining room Billy was naked. "Where's the robe?"
"Oh, we know each other so well, I didn't think I needed it. How about taking my temperature?"
"You've gotten to like that, I think," I said, perhaps as a tease, but he obediently assume the position with his pretty ass up in the air. I inserted the thermometer. He turned and smirked at me.
"Aren't you going to do that in and out thing. I don't have anything to hide from you, I'm horny and that can get me off, then I'll really be happy."
I inserted the thermometer. He began breathing a little deeper. I could see his long slim cock bobbing happily, pointed at the table surface. I moved it in and out in a steady beat. He was drooling; his young pink tongue tip was lolling out of the side of his mouth. He looked drunk, but cute as hell.
He grunted a few times. "Doc, I can't quite get off. Can you help?"
I read the temperature now. It was normal. I told him. He husked out of "Good!" then wiggled his shapely ass.
I wiped my finger over his pucker. That produced a long "0-0-0-H."
He was in pig heaven. I estimated that with each "ooh" I could add five bucks to my fee.
To my amazement he turned his head and murmured "Doc, use your finger."
"Have you done this before?"
He said hoarsely, "My buddy Jake and I do stuff."
That was all I needed. I put the tips of my middle finger just inside his ass hole. He sang his acceptance. I moved it deeper and touched his hot button. "Oh yeah, that's it. Work on that. I'm already brimming."
I began a tender stroking of his button. Both father and son were fixated on that organ. It was okay with me. My stroking seemed to have brought him to a peak but he couldn't fall off the cliff. He was almost in agony of desire to shoot.
I grabbed his cock, red with impending but suspended orgasm and began a slow wank. I hope his Dad in the waiting room didn't hear the wailing of pleasure this boy was vocalizing as I wanked.
Suddenly he pushed me away and sat up on the table on his bare buttocks. His voice now changed from my lamb to a lion. When a kid wants his cum, he can be very bossy.
"Doc. I know you're gay. Suck me off! Now!"
After all, I'm trained to bring relief to mankind and here was a mankind on my table, his jock legs apart, his slim cock up against his belly its head leaking honey like a hose.
I tiptoed to the door and locked it. Then I returned and moved a stool over to my waiting feast. He was huffing and puffing in anticipation. I leaned in and licked the flesh stick. He grabbed my head and pushed me down on him. I opened my mouth and he entered, making fucking motions all the way to my throat. I gagged and pulled back but he had an iron grip on the back of my head. I kept swallowing and my throat muscles jerked him off into a prodigious cum. The stuff spilled out from his young balls in great steams of sweet milk. Now those grunts were right in my ear and I knew that he would soon finish the cleansing of his balls like he did with his ass.
His motions stopped. I leaned back, dropping his still hard cock from my lips. "You done good doc. I may be back for more treatment another day."
I heard knocking at the door. It was Jerry. "Everything okay?"
Billy answered, "Couldn't be better. He's a great doctor. Next time you come here, I'll go with you."
I began to picture both father and son on the table, but I had to shake my head to dislodge that image. "Okay guys, let me know when you want to make an appointment."
They left, arms around each other's shoulders. It's nice to see a good relationship between father and son.
End