This is the beginning of a short story that I've published on: https://substack.com/@dreamaboutmen
He was close to screaming. The pain was killing him. Fuck, he should have seen it coming, but the foot came in from nowhere and hit him hard, just where it hurt the most. Now he lay panting on the hard floor, with his hands clutched against his crotch. Focused on surviving the moment and the pain that drilled its way through his body.
They had been chasing the ball. Both of them were in total focus, with their eyes locked on the leather sphere rushing forward ahead of them. Not giving up the chase until one of them had gotten control over it. Then Thomas had seen his chance and added extra speed, stretching his leg even further. Their bodies closing in on each other. Thomas pushed himself against the other boy and forced the power he got into a kick that should have been giving him the lead, but instead kicked the other boy’s balls into oblivion.
Now the boy lay on the floor, gasping for air. His teammates gathered around him, eyes filled with concern. They all knew the pain he was experiencing. One group focused on checking the level of damage done to him, and the other focused on blaming the guy responsible.
– Thomas, fuuuuck – you’re always too fucking eager, fucking asshole. That was totally unnecessary! One voice said to Thomas, who sat on his knees trying to get in contact with the boy in pain.
– John, I’m sorry, I’m fucking sorry John, he said. He held the boy’s shoulder, not being able to grab his hands as they were too busy protecting what was left of his genitals. Eyes wide open with concern.
John didn’t answer, he kept grasping for air and tears flooded down the sides of his face.
When the team captain came running the worst part of the pain was over. John had opened his eyes and gave his teammates a bleak smile. His face was still cramped and skin damp from his silent crying.
The Captain, Mr Johnson, sat one knee down next to him and began to examine the damages. He pressed lightly to check if there was anything that seemed broken. Deciding that no real harm was done, he told John to help his teammate down to the medics office. He would call the Medic and make sure that John got immediate attention.
The team helped John to stand up. He leaned on Thomas and limped away from the court, down the stairs to the medic’s office in the basement.
The new medic
There was a sign on the door that the Medic was out jogging, so Thomas sat down next to John on the worn, wooden bench in the corridor, next to the office. John lay down, resting on the bench. The pain got him when he moved, so it was better to just lay still. His head ached from the blow he got when Thomas jumped into him and he felt really tired.
– Sure you’re OK? Thomas asked with a concerned voice.
– I’m fine, John replied. No worries.
– You don’t look superfine to me… Well, you know what I mean… You look faint.
John gave him a weak smile.
– Well, you’re a great shooter Thomas, but next time, leave my cock out of it, please.
Thomas smiled back at him.
– Then stop having such a big cock, then. Bloody impossible to miss. Or at least wear a cup in the jocks. You really should, you know.
– Yeah. I’ve heard about that, he said, then he paused when a flash of pain hit him hard again. Just seems so bloody uncomfortable.
– I wear one, said Thomas,
– You do? John was surprised. How come I’ve never seen that? It explains the bulge though. Your cock would never get that much attention by itself.
They both gave out a short laugh.
– Well, you can think about that bulge later, said Thomas. It’s good stuff – cups. Even if you’re not interested in the size part.
– Yeah… I’ll think about it, John said. As soon as this fucking pain is over…
– Sure it is OK to leave you? Shouldn’t I wait until the medic comes?
– Naaa, of course not. I’ll be fine. Besides – you need the practice. Can’t run around castrating your teammates all the time.
– Haha. Then don’t let your stuff hang loose like an elephant’s, OK?
– Elephant’s? Really? Fuck Thomas that’s a good one – I’ll let you write my Tinder profile. I’ll get laid in no time.
Thomas let out a cheer while running up the stairs, on his way back to practice…
– Ooooh yes you will!
John was left to his own devices on the bench. He could cope with the pain as long as he didn’t move. He was alone in the long hallway, only partly lit by small windows connecting the outer wall with the ceiling. He could feel a drowsiness slowly catching on. All of the mastering the pain-stuff had taken its toll, and his body was slowly moving into a light sleep, despite the discomfort of the hard bench.
The drift into a deeper, more comfortable sleep was disturbed by the noise of hurried footsteps down the stairs from the entrance hall. He heard the steps getting closer and the sudden touch of two hands holding his shoulders.
– Hey there, you’re John, right?
He felt the hands gently searching his body, checking his pulse and body parts for signs of pain.
– You seem sleepy John, that’s no good. Much more fun to be awake now, isn’t it? So come on boy…
A rush of pain when the hands touched his hips forced John back to reality and he opened his eyes. His sight was blurred, he sensed more than saw the contours of a man who leaned over him and the caring voice that tried to wake him up.
– There’s my boy, the man said as John opened his eyes. That is much better.
The voice seemed genuinely pleased and also a lot younger than he first thought.
– I’m George, the voice said. I’m the temp medic here and came as soon as possible when I got the call from your coach. Bad timing to get out jogging, but there hasn’t been any action here for so many days now, so… Thank god you turned up, haha. Do you feel like you can stand up?
John, who felt less dizzy now, stretched his legs out to see what the chances were for walking, but the pain caught him again.
– Hmm, I see, George said. OK, you’re not the thinnest guy I’ve seen, but maybe I can carry you.
He ordered John to grab on to his neck, then took a firm grip around his waist and thighs. He got up with a loud grump and stood still for a short while, to catch his balance before he walked to his office.
George forced the door open with a knee and carried John to the examination bed, pushed against the wall at the furthest end of the room. When he lay the boy down on the bed he noticed his sweat dripping down on him, and also became aware that he was sweaty from the exercise he had.
– Sorry about the sweat, he said, I didn’t think about it - I hope you don’t mind. I’ll clean up as soon as I’ve got you sorted out here on the bed.
He took off his soaked sweater and used it to quickly dry the damp sweat from his upper body.
John was awake now. He had felt surprisingly comforted by having the newcomer close and was happy to get a closer look at him. He wasn’t the typical medic John had expected, that’s for sure. Much too young, way too athletic… and way too good good-looking. Watching the young man dry himself was like a lesson in physiology – he could see every muscle work under the tight skin, softly gleaming in the soft light from the small windows. It was also very arousing. Oh dear, John thought feeling the tingle in his loins, this can’t be good.
The Examination
George spent most of his time shirtless, in fact, he was so often just wearing tight gym shorts and a tank top, that he didn’t think much of the fact he was examining the boy wearing much less than his profession normally ordered. Getting close to the boy now, feeling his skin, moving his body around… it came kind of naturally. George never thought anything strange about anyone’s body, rather the opposite – especially someone as physically tight as the teen he was examining now.
But John, on the other hand, noticed. The pain he felt competed with the interest generated by the medic’s hot body and handsomeness. And having his hands touching him, slowly getting closer to his most sensitive parts… well, he had to think about his mother undressing to stop his natural reactions to attraction.
– I’m trying to locate your injury now, George said as he pressed his fingers to vital parts of John’s body. Please tell me any sensations you might have from this.
– Any? John replied, he wasn’t trying to add any dry humor to the strange situation, it just slipped out of him.
– Well, I need to know where the pain comes from, George continued seemingly unaware of the pun. As soon as I know where the pain comes from , I can examine that part more closely. It would be great if I could do anything to help you.
Oh, you can John said to himself. I know several ways.
But instead of replying John closed his eyes, trying not to feel the heat that spread in his body from the touch of George’s caring fingers.
When George asked him what had happened, John told him about the hit he got from Thomas, and where the pain came from.
Ah, OK, George said, you got a hit in the balls, that explains it. Well, I need to examine that further. Is it OK if I remove your shorts? The fabric prevents me from getting accurate info. I can bring you a towel if you want.
– A towel would be nice, thanks. John replied and George began looking for one. He came back with a bit of embarrassment.
– I’m afraid the only one I can find is this one, the one I use right now and it isn’t especially big either. Is it OK?
George could see Johns's face turning blood red and quickly added:
– Oh, sorry if I’ve embarrassed you! I just want to help you as much as I can. For me it doesn’t matter – after all, I know what a guy looks like,.
– You’re not embarrassing me, John replied after a short silence, not knowing how to handle the situation, (I’ll be doing that quite nicely myself, thank you). It is just that stuff is happening down there right now… The hit must have done something… and it is a bit… you know… awkward….
John thought he would die that very instant.
– Oh, you mean this? George replied laying his hand on John’s rock-hard dick that was pressed down to his left in his shorts. He stroked it lightly while making eye contact with John. He noticed that the Medic's eyes were crystal blue. FUCK that’s hot, he thought.
– A boner is the least problematic thing here. Almost everyone would react like this in the situation you are in – trust me, it is not a big thing for me…
He continued to stroke the boners full length and continued, trying to cheer his patient up:
– Even though this one is a big thing, that’s for sure… Gosh!
George gave John a big smile and continued:
– It will be impossible for me not to touch it while examining you. Is that OK? I’ll find a way to cover it if it is not… I’ll make something to hold it back, he said, thinking about various solutions. Like a Chinese wall… Or you can hold it under the towel if you like.
John shuckled and said
– No, it’s fine. I’ll just take the shorts off.
He tried to take care of the removal himself, but the pain hit him again. It made his dick lose some of its stiffness though and made it easier to push the shorts down. George saw his effort and soon took over, pulling the shorts down carefully to John’s heels and managing to take them off him.
Now John lay almost nude on the bed before him. The shirt dragged up over his chest, the almost hairless chest with small, distinct nipples showing. A small thread of hair had placed itself on the floating, six-pack of a stomach. Johnk’s dick lay resting and openly exposed on his tight thighs, pubes shaved short. The dick angled to the left which gave George plenty of space to examine any damage. As soon as George began touching John’s skin again, the penis got an energy injection and regained its stiffness.
George tried not to comment on it, but it was difficult to keep his eyes – and hands – from the erect penis the young man presented before him. Although this kind of situation was discussed at Uni, he had never experienced it himself. And when he had tried to prepare himself mentally for something like this to happen, he’d imagined it to be an overweight, hairy middle-aged man he had to deal with – not this young Greek god lying before him.
He felt his own dick become harder and cursed the shorts he was wearing. If the boy took a glance, he’d see the bulge of something pushing hard to get out of them.
When the meeting was over, he would say to himself that all he did was done from a strictly professional perspective. The massage of the groin area was important to get the patient relaxed. His fingertips softly pressing the pube area, which made the dick rise and rest on his hands was just a side effect. And him moving his hands around the patient’s groin, resulting in the penis being tossed around and played with, which made it even harder, was just a side effect of the professional care he took.
He noticed that the boy had closed his eyes, trying not to interact with the hard penis, but instead stroking his big pecs and nipples. One hand found its way down to his thighs and soon ended up massaging his balls, while George took care of the penis.
George couldn’t help but gently press the boy’s thighs more open, so he could get a better view of the crack opening up between his legs and what it could offer.
The fact that John had closed his eyes was a relief to George. It made it so much easier for him to watch the boy’s body in more detail while examining him. Also, it made it less worrying that he would be noticing the growing bulge in George’s shorts.
His right hand began to softly examine John's balls. George found that he had a tight sack, and two big testes, hidden underneath the stretched skin like jewels. He also found that John apparently was very particular when it came to shaving – besides the thick box of dark pubes (speedo /porn star shave, thank you so much) the balls and the area leading down to his ass were soft and hairless.
– Do you feel any pain when I touch your balls? He asked the boy.
John was silent for a few seconds before answering, and when he did, it sounded like he was short of breath.
– No, no pain at all. I mean I do feel your touch, so I’m not numb or anything.
– Ah, that’s good, George said with a comforting voice. One problem eliminated. I might as well check them for any abnormalities while I’m here, he continued.
– When was the last time you had them checked?
– Checked? John sounded surprised. Can’t remember. First grade maybe… don’t know really…. Does one need to do that?
– Well, they are important you know, George replied in a mock professor’s kind of voice, softly massaging the balls and watching Johns's dick rise to a new level of stiffness. It leaned on George’s left hand now while he slowly massaged the pube area “in search of potential damages”.
– Yeah, I know… John suddenly felt the devil take over and continued: I usually check them myself quite often, haha. From what I’ve learned, they’re pretty fine.
George took up the laugh and replied:
– Well I agree with you there they seem perfect, and we all do that, haha. That’s the good thing about being a guy – nice and easy self-examinations.
– Yeah, they sure are nice, John said with eyes closed.
He had accepted the crazy situation of him laying there, almost nude with a very hot guy touching his rock-hard dick and groin. In fact, he had more than accepted it. He was so filled with hormones and sex fantasies now that he had completely let go of any shame or embarrassment. All he wanted was for George to continue the examination, and… then some…
The praise was mutual. John was a sexy teen with a fantastic boner and George enjoyed every inch of him.
– I need to move a bit further down now, George said moving his hand to spread John’s legs wider. Is that OK with you?
– Yeah, do as you please.
– You feel anything strange when I touch you here? George wet his fingers and moved them softly in between the John’s crack.
– No, nothing strange. It felt a bit strange before when your fingers were chilly, but now It’s quite nice, actually.
– So it feels good for you? Good.
– Yes, it does. No pain at all.
– Great. I’m getting a better grip on your damages now… Just need to check you a bit further.
George let his wet fingers find John’s asshole and slowly pressed one against the opening.
– This might feel a bit strange to you, but that will pass after a while. You’ve got to tell me if you feel any pain when I do this. Is this OK?
He had the tip of his finger inside of John now but John didn’t seem to mind.
– Is this OK? He asked and pushed the finger even further.
– Yes, it is, John replied, trying not to moan with excitement. No pain at all.
– Good, because if you had an injury in your groin this wouldn’t be a pleasure at all.
By the look of the erection, John didn’t seem to mind.
– No, it feels good. No pain there.
The situation was so special, and the excitement that had been growing inside of George for some now suddenly took him over. So, without thinking George suddenly took a firm grip on Johns's dick and started wanking it slowly, while he more seriously began fingerfucking him.
- And how does this feel?
John needed to calm his voice a bit before answering
– Well… it feels good. No pain. Just, you know… nice I guess… And after a pause – Is this part of the examination?
– You like it? George asked, surprised by his questions AND his actions. It is part of… well… that boner did make the examination a bit unfocused. So I need to find a way to release the tension in your body.
He continued to jerk off John's dick while fingerfucking him. John spread his legs wide now and had begun raising his crotch to make access easier.
Then George completely forgot about his professional conduct. He saw John’s shiny, warm head on top of that young, amazing cock took it deep into his mouth.
TO BE CONTINUED… (if you want to)
He was close to screaming. The pain was killing him. Fuck, he should have seen it coming, but the foot came in from nowhere and hit him hard, just where it hurt the most. Now he lay panting on the hard floor, with his hands clutched against his crotch. Focused on surviving the moment and the pain that drilled its way through his body.
They had been chasing the ball. Both of them were in total focus, with their eyes locked on the leather sphere rushing forward ahead of them. Not giving up the chase until one of them had gotten control over it. Then Thomas had seen his chance and added extra speed, stretching his leg even further. Their bodies closing in on each other. Thomas pushed himself against the other boy and forced the power he got into a kick that should have been giving him the lead, but instead kicked the other boy’s balls into oblivion.
Now the boy lay on the floor, gasping for air. His teammates gathered around him, eyes filled with concern. They all knew the pain he was experiencing. One group focused on checking the level of damage done to him, and the other focused on blaming the guy responsible.
– Thomas, fuuuuck – you’re always too fucking eager, fucking asshole. That was totally unnecessary! One voice said to Thomas, who sat on his knees trying to get in contact with the boy in pain.
– John, I’m sorry, I’m fucking sorry John, he said. He held the boy’s shoulder, not being able to grab his hands as they were too busy protecting what was left of his genitals. Eyes wide open with concern.
John didn’t answer, he kept grasping for air and tears flooded down the sides of his face.
When the team captain came running the worst part of the pain was over. John had opened his eyes and gave his teammates a bleak smile. His face was still cramped and skin damp from his silent crying.
The Captain, Mr Johnson, sat one knee down next to him and began to examine the damages. He pressed lightly to check if there was anything that seemed broken. Deciding that no real harm was done, he told John to help his teammate down to the medics office. He would call the Medic and make sure that John got immediate attention.
The team helped John to stand up. He leaned on Thomas and limped away from the court, down the stairs to the medic’s office in the basement.
The new medic
There was a sign on the door that the Medic was out jogging, so Thomas sat down next to John on the worn, wooden bench in the corridor, next to the office. John lay down, resting on the bench. The pain got him when he moved, so it was better to just lay still. His head ached from the blow he got when Thomas jumped into him and he felt really tired.
– Sure you’re OK? Thomas asked with a concerned voice.
– I’m fine, John replied. No worries.
– You don’t look superfine to me… Well, you know what I mean… You look faint.
John gave him a weak smile.
– Well, you’re a great shooter Thomas, but next time, leave my cock out of it, please.
Thomas smiled back at him.
– Then stop having such a big cock, then. Bloody impossible to miss. Or at least wear a cup in the jocks. You really should, you know.
– Yeah. I’ve heard about that, he said, then he paused when a flash of pain hit him hard again. Just seems so bloody uncomfortable.
– I wear one, said Thomas,
– You do? John was surprised. How come I’ve never seen that? It explains the bulge though. Your cock would never get that much attention by itself.
They both gave out a short laugh.
– Well, you can think about that bulge later, said Thomas. It’s good stuff – cups. Even if you’re not interested in the size part.
– Yeah… I’ll think about it, John said. As soon as this fucking pain is over…
– Sure it is OK to leave you? Shouldn’t I wait until the medic comes?
– Naaa, of course not. I’ll be fine. Besides – you need the practice. Can’t run around castrating your teammates all the time.
– Haha. Then don’t let your stuff hang loose like an elephant’s, OK?
– Elephant’s? Really? Fuck Thomas that’s a good one – I’ll let you write my Tinder profile. I’ll get laid in no time.
Thomas let out a cheer while running up the stairs, on his way back to practice…
– Ooooh yes you will!
John was left to his own devices on the bench. He could cope with the pain as long as he didn’t move. He was alone in the long hallway, only partly lit by small windows connecting the outer wall with the ceiling. He could feel a drowsiness slowly catching on. All of the mastering the pain-stuff had taken its toll, and his body was slowly moving into a light sleep, despite the discomfort of the hard bench.
The drift into a deeper, more comfortable sleep was disturbed by the noise of hurried footsteps down the stairs from the entrance hall. He heard the steps getting closer and the sudden touch of two hands holding his shoulders.
– Hey there, you’re John, right?
He felt the hands gently searching his body, checking his pulse and body parts for signs of pain.
– You seem sleepy John, that’s no good. Much more fun to be awake now, isn’t it? So come on boy…
A rush of pain when the hands touched his hips forced John back to reality and he opened his eyes. His sight was blurred, he sensed more than saw the contours of a man who leaned over him and the caring voice that tried to wake him up.
– There’s my boy, the man said as John opened his eyes. That is much better.
The voice seemed genuinely pleased and also a lot younger than he first thought.
– I’m George, the voice said. I’m the temp medic here and came as soon as possible when I got the call from your coach. Bad timing to get out jogging, but there hasn’t been any action here for so many days now, so… Thank god you turned up, haha. Do you feel like you can stand up?
John, who felt less dizzy now, stretched his legs out to see what the chances were for walking, but the pain caught him again.
– Hmm, I see, George said. OK, you’re not the thinnest guy I’ve seen, but maybe I can carry you.
He ordered John to grab on to his neck, then took a firm grip around his waist and thighs. He got up with a loud grump and stood still for a short while, to catch his balance before he walked to his office.
George forced the door open with a knee and carried John to the examination bed, pushed against the wall at the furthest end of the room. When he lay the boy down on the bed he noticed his sweat dripping down on him, and also became aware that he was sweaty from the exercise he had.
– Sorry about the sweat, he said, I didn’t think about it - I hope you don’t mind. I’ll clean up as soon as I’ve got you sorted out here on the bed.
He took off his soaked sweater and used it to quickly dry the damp sweat from his upper body.
John was awake now. He had felt surprisingly comforted by having the newcomer close and was happy to get a closer look at him. He wasn’t the typical medic John had expected, that’s for sure. Much too young, way too athletic… and way too good good-looking. Watching the young man dry himself was like a lesson in physiology – he could see every muscle work under the tight skin, softly gleaming in the soft light from the small windows. It was also very arousing. Oh dear, John thought feeling the tingle in his loins, this can’t be good.
The Examination
George spent most of his time shirtless, in fact, he was so often just wearing tight gym shorts and a tank top, that he didn’t think much of the fact he was examining the boy wearing much less than his profession normally ordered. Getting close to the boy now, feeling his skin, moving his body around… it came kind of naturally. George never thought anything strange about anyone’s body, rather the opposite – especially someone as physically tight as the teen he was examining now.
But John, on the other hand, noticed. The pain he felt competed with the interest generated by the medic’s hot body and handsomeness. And having his hands touching him, slowly getting closer to his most sensitive parts… well, he had to think about his mother undressing to stop his natural reactions to attraction.
– I’m trying to locate your injury now, George said as he pressed his fingers to vital parts of John’s body. Please tell me any sensations you might have from this.
– Any? John replied, he wasn’t trying to add any dry humor to the strange situation, it just slipped out of him.
– Well, I need to know where the pain comes from, George continued seemingly unaware of the pun. As soon as I know where the pain comes from , I can examine that part more closely. It would be great if I could do anything to help you.
Oh, you can John said to himself. I know several ways.
But instead of replying John closed his eyes, trying not to feel the heat that spread in his body from the touch of George’s caring fingers.
When George asked him what had happened, John told him about the hit he got from Thomas, and where the pain came from.
Ah, OK, George said, you got a hit in the balls, that explains it. Well, I need to examine that further. Is it OK if I remove your shorts? The fabric prevents me from getting accurate info. I can bring you a towel if you want.
– A towel would be nice, thanks. John replied and George began looking for one. He came back with a bit of embarrassment.
– I’m afraid the only one I can find is this one, the one I use right now and it isn’t especially big either. Is it OK?
George could see Johns's face turning blood red and quickly added:
– Oh, sorry if I’ve embarrassed you! I just want to help you as much as I can. For me it doesn’t matter – after all, I know what a guy looks like,.
– You’re not embarrassing me, John replied after a short silence, not knowing how to handle the situation, (I’ll be doing that quite nicely myself, thank you). It is just that stuff is happening down there right now… The hit must have done something… and it is a bit… you know… awkward….
John thought he would die that very instant.
– Oh, you mean this? George replied laying his hand on John’s rock-hard dick that was pressed down to his left in his shorts. He stroked it lightly while making eye contact with John. He noticed that the Medic's eyes were crystal blue. FUCK that’s hot, he thought.
– A boner is the least problematic thing here. Almost everyone would react like this in the situation you are in – trust me, it is not a big thing for me…
He continued to stroke the boners full length and continued, trying to cheer his patient up:
– Even though this one is a big thing, that’s for sure… Gosh!
George gave John a big smile and continued:
– It will be impossible for me not to touch it while examining you. Is that OK? I’ll find a way to cover it if it is not… I’ll make something to hold it back, he said, thinking about various solutions. Like a Chinese wall… Or you can hold it under the towel if you like.
John shuckled and said
– No, it’s fine. I’ll just take the shorts off.
He tried to take care of the removal himself, but the pain hit him again. It made his dick lose some of its stiffness though and made it easier to push the shorts down. George saw his effort and soon took over, pulling the shorts down carefully to John’s heels and managing to take them off him.
Now John lay almost nude on the bed before him. The shirt dragged up over his chest, the almost hairless chest with small, distinct nipples showing. A small thread of hair had placed itself on the floating, six-pack of a stomach. Johnk’s dick lay resting and openly exposed on his tight thighs, pubes shaved short. The dick angled to the left which gave George plenty of space to examine any damage. As soon as George began touching John’s skin again, the penis got an energy injection and regained its stiffness.
George tried not to comment on it, but it was difficult to keep his eyes – and hands – from the erect penis the young man presented before him. Although this kind of situation was discussed at Uni, he had never experienced it himself. And when he had tried to prepare himself mentally for something like this to happen, he’d imagined it to be an overweight, hairy middle-aged man he had to deal with – not this young Greek god lying before him.
He felt his own dick become harder and cursed the shorts he was wearing. If the boy took a glance, he’d see the bulge of something pushing hard to get out of them.
When the meeting was over, he would say to himself that all he did was done from a strictly professional perspective. The massage of the groin area was important to get the patient relaxed. His fingertips softly pressing the pube area, which made the dick rise and rest on his hands was just a side effect. And him moving his hands around the patient’s groin, resulting in the penis being tossed around and played with, which made it even harder, was just a side effect of the professional care he took.
He noticed that the boy had closed his eyes, trying not to interact with the hard penis, but instead stroking his big pecs and nipples. One hand found its way down to his thighs and soon ended up massaging his balls, while George took care of the penis.
George couldn’t help but gently press the boy’s thighs more open, so he could get a better view of the crack opening up between his legs and what it could offer.
The fact that John had closed his eyes was a relief to George. It made it so much easier for him to watch the boy’s body in more detail while examining him. Also, it made it less worrying that he would be noticing the growing bulge in George’s shorts.
His right hand began to softly examine John's balls. George found that he had a tight sack, and two big testes, hidden underneath the stretched skin like jewels. He also found that John apparently was very particular when it came to shaving – besides the thick box of dark pubes (speedo /porn star shave, thank you so much) the balls and the area leading down to his ass were soft and hairless.
– Do you feel any pain when I touch your balls? He asked the boy.
John was silent for a few seconds before answering, and when he did, it sounded like he was short of breath.
– No, no pain at all. I mean I do feel your touch, so I’m not numb or anything.
– Ah, that’s good, George said with a comforting voice. One problem eliminated. I might as well check them for any abnormalities while I’m here, he continued.
– When was the last time you had them checked?
– Checked? John sounded surprised. Can’t remember. First grade maybe… don’t know really…. Does one need to do that?
– Well, they are important you know, George replied in a mock professor’s kind of voice, softly massaging the balls and watching Johns's dick rise to a new level of stiffness. It leaned on George’s left hand now while he slowly massaged the pube area “in search of potential damages”.
– Yeah, I know… John suddenly felt the devil take over and continued: I usually check them myself quite often, haha. From what I’ve learned, they’re pretty fine.
George took up the laugh and replied:
– Well I agree with you there they seem perfect, and we all do that, haha. That’s the good thing about being a guy – nice and easy self-examinations.
– Yeah, they sure are nice, John said with eyes closed.
He had accepted the crazy situation of him laying there, almost nude with a very hot guy touching his rock-hard dick and groin. In fact, he had more than accepted it. He was so filled with hormones and sex fantasies now that he had completely let go of any shame or embarrassment. All he wanted was for George to continue the examination, and… then some…
The praise was mutual. John was a sexy teen with a fantastic boner and George enjoyed every inch of him.
– I need to move a bit further down now, George said moving his hand to spread John’s legs wider. Is that OK with you?
– Yeah, do as you please.
– You feel anything strange when I touch you here? George wet his fingers and moved them softly in between the John’s crack.
– No, nothing strange. It felt a bit strange before when your fingers were chilly, but now It’s quite nice, actually.
– So it feels good for you? Good.
– Yes, it does. No pain at all.
– Great. I’m getting a better grip on your damages now… Just need to check you a bit further.
George let his wet fingers find John’s asshole and slowly pressed one against the opening.
– This might feel a bit strange to you, but that will pass after a while. You’ve got to tell me if you feel any pain when I do this. Is this OK?
He had the tip of his finger inside of John now but John didn’t seem to mind.
– Is this OK? He asked and pushed the finger even further.
– Yes, it is, John replied, trying not to moan with excitement. No pain at all.
– Good, because if you had an injury in your groin this wouldn’t be a pleasure at all.
By the look of the erection, John didn’t seem to mind.
– No, it feels good. No pain there.
The situation was so special, and the excitement that had been growing inside of George for some now suddenly took him over. So, without thinking George suddenly took a firm grip on Johns's dick and started wanking it slowly, while he more seriously began fingerfucking him.
- And how does this feel?
John needed to calm his voice a bit before answering
– Well… it feels good. No pain. Just, you know… nice I guess… And after a pause – Is this part of the examination?
– You like it? George asked, surprised by his questions AND his actions. It is part of… well… that boner did make the examination a bit unfocused. So I need to find a way to release the tension in your body.
He continued to jerk off John's dick while fingerfucking him. John spread his legs wide now and had begun raising his crotch to make access easier.
Then George completely forgot about his professional conduct. He saw John’s shiny, warm head on top of that young, amazing cock took it deep into his mouth.
TO BE CONTINUED… (if you want to)
