***This work is complete fiction. None of the characters in this story are real. The events in this story have never happened. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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This story is one of three, in a collaborative challenge taken on by three authors. We decided to each write our own take on a different boy getting a genital exam by the same doctor. Look for the following "Doctor Examination" stories featuring Dr. Samuel Hampton,

'Annual Checkup' by B Stories http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/bstories2011/ 
'First Physical' by Joshua Seeker (JSWalker24@gmail.com)


 
Lingering Touch-

I had to keep calming myself down throughout the day. Even the nurses were trying to figure out why I was so jittery. I went to each exam room, seeing adult patients as fast as I could. I don't normally get excited about boys, but there was something satisfying about helping them to feel good and achieve a powerful orgasm. If I had alone time in the exam room, I would take my time with a boy and take in the sights and sounds of a boy in ecstasy. Today was the day that I would get to examine a twelve year old boy named Scott Vires. Usually boys come in and need to be examined for a cough or something simple but this kid needed his groin examined for a slight hernia. I couldn't wait to get my hands on him and see if he would get hard in my probing hands.

"Dr. Hampton?" Shelly Carver said, pulling me out of my deep thought. "Do you think it's herpes?" She asked.

I had to swallow to stop the need to dry heave. "It's just dry skin." I replied, writing a prescription for hydra-cortisone. I left Shelly and her dry skin as fast as I could. 

I breezed through the next couple of patients and took a deep breath before going into examining room two, where I knew Scott would be. I was taken by surprise when I saw that the young boy was in the room with his father. 

I shook the father's hand, introducing myself and seeing how nervous Scott was. The father was a taller version of his blond haired son. I noticed how both generations of light skinned males has a set of dimples that was cute no matter what age.

The father's name was Dan and I listened to him as he explained his son's groin pain when he moved around. I tried to show a reassuring smile to Scott, who was cracking his knuckles over and over and he fidgeted. The boy didn't look me directly in the eyes, knowing what was coming. Normally, I could calm a boy's nerves by making jokes or speaking softly, but this would be difficult with the father near by.

I extended my hand to shake Scott's sweaty right hand. I could feel the kid's nervous shake and I felt bad for him.  If the father wasn't in the room, I could spend extra time fondling the boy, helping him to feel good, but I was going to be stealthy now, since we had an audience.

I patted Scott on the shoulder and asked him to take a deep breathe. Scott breathed a shallow breath and tried to smile in response.

"Does it hurt when you lift things?" I asked.

Scott shrugged and kept his eyes on the floor. The father decided to give an answer for his son, "He says it only slightly hurts, but nothing bad."

I shook my head and then turned back to Scott, asking, "How about when you squat or bend your knees?"

Scott shrugged again and his father answered by shaking his head.

I took a deep breath and asked Scott to stand up and pull down his pants and underwear.

I saw Scott's green eyes open wide as he frowned at the floor and stood up. I loved the sound of Scott's belt buckle as he undid his pants. As I put a latex glove on my right hand, I listened and heard the awesome sound of the boy's pants dropping to the floor.

When I turned around I saw Scott standing with his pants all the way to the floor, but his boxers were still on. Scott and his father appeared to be having a heated argument in silence. Finally, Dan made an angry face at his son and I watched Scott's shoulders slump in defeat. Scott let out a shaky sigh, hooked his thumbs in his boxers and pulled them down until they dropped on their own. When Scott stood straight, I took in the sight of his dangling, light skinned and uncut dick. The boy was only 12 and he already had a dick that was about as thick and as long as a roll of quarters. The skin that covered the head of his young boy cock, bunched and came to a point at the tip. When I knelt in front of the boy, I got a good look at his small bush of strawberry blond pubes, which I could probably count because they were so few.

I leaned in a bit close and silently took in a whiff of his boy scent. When I looked up I saw Scott's red faced embarrassment at a stranger seeing him naked. 

"Ever had a physical, Scott?" I asked. 

Scott shook his head to say no and I turned to his father. "Have you?" I asked.

"Yeah." Dan replied, "When I was in college for the swim team."

I nodded and turned my head to look closely at the Scott's penis. "This exam is like 'turn your head and cough', but a little more in depth."

"Ok." Dan said, "Do what you gotta do."

Scott wouldn't look at me, but pointed his eyes at the ceiling instead. I exhaled deeply, seeing Scott's penis twitch at the touch of my breath. I reached my hand out and very gently squeezed the base of Scott's young dick with my fingers. I felt Scott's young body jolt at my touch and he leaned back, resting his butt against the examining table. 

"Please cough, Scott." I requested.

The boy let out a weak cough at first but let out a stronger one when I asked him to do it again. I kept lightly squishing his twelve year old penis in my fingers until I heard a quiet gasp come from Scott. Scott readjusted himself against the table and tried to move his right hand to cover himself. I kept a hold of the boy's dick, knowing that he was trying to cover himself because he was growing hard in my grip.

"Scott!" His father barked from behind me. "He needs to examine you. Stop it!"

"But..." Scott whispered.

"Cut it out!" The father ordered.

Scott let out a slow and shaky breath, putting his hands at his sides. I continued my soft squeezing along his shaft as I let it grow in my fingers. 

I looked up to see Scott frowning at the wall. "It's okay." I reassured him. The leather cushion on the exam table made noise as Scott gripped tight onto it. I continued squeezing but a little harder now. Scott's penis was completely erect in my hold. I wanted to grab hard and jerk fast, but I had to be careful.

"But Dad..." Scott and his father were having a quiet argument again as I moved my fingers to rolling Scott's dangling balls in them. It was clear to myself and Scott's father that the boy was hard and embarrassed, but as I continued to fondle and examine, Scott didn't try to stop me again.

I marveled for a second at the boy's erection. "It's perfectly normal." I said, as I prodded softly into his soft ball sack. "Cough again, please."

Scott let out a few more coughs and I purposefully let out a long hum of thought, prompting the father to ask if something was wrong. My standard response was to say 'possibly', allowing me a bit more time to examine a particular area. I had my finger pressed into a spot, that was making Scott's hardon flex and I knew it felt good to him. I pushed my finger around and massaged that area more, hearing Scott let slip a sigh, and pushed his pelvis forward a tiny amount in response. I let my fingers pleasure that spot a bit more and then moved back to squeezing the base of his cock a bit more. 

"Hmmm." I said, thoughtfully. I could hear Scott's father scoot forward a bit in his chair, waiting to hear what I would say.

"It's tough to tell exactly where the problem is." I answered Dan's silent concern. I removed my hand from Scott's throbbing hardon for a second. "I need to see something." I added, as I removed the latex glove.

I pushed my naked fingers back into the folds of Scott's soft ball sack, hearing him sigh again and bend his knees a little. I loved the smooth feel of the twelve year old's underdeveloped sack on my fingers, and I could see that he was trying not to show that he liked it. My fingers needed to touch that small nest of newly formed pubic hair, even if it was too risky. I went ahead and grabbed the base of Scott's dick again, letting my fingers brush his tuft of soft hair. 

Of course, I knew exactly what was wrong with Scott and it was nothing bad. There was no need to continue with such a lengthy exam, but Scott had started clenching his butt cheeks as I touched him and I could feel him flex between my fingers. Scott's young face was a confused mix of pleasure and fear and I gently squeezed him, letting my hand brush the under side of his cock.

"Scott?" I asked, still squeezing his cock so gently that his father wouldn't notice. "Do you masturbate?"

Scott let out an audible gasp, fixing his eyes on me and then looking at his father. Scott didn't answer and his scared eyes looked down at the floor for a moment. I could feel Scott's body shaking slightly as he nervously nodded his head to confirm that he had been masturbating.

I laughed a little at Scott's reaction and rubbed the texture of my thumb along the under side of his cock, feeling him shudder in response. "It's alright." I said, "Everyone does it Scott. Even your Dad can admit to that."

I looked up to see Scott's eyes open wide in surprise as he looked to his father. I didn't hear a verbal response from Dan, but I heard Scott whisper a 'whoa' under his breath. With the father's silent admission, Scott seemed to ease up a bit. I went on, rubbing at various spots along Scott's erection, loving the way his breathing was changing from nervous to eager and rapid. I adjusted my position a little, putting myself directly in front of Scott and hiding my hands from his father's view. I tired to be quiet as I held Scott's young penis and flicked the ball of my thumb along the under side of his cock. I felt Scott's body tense in response as he pushed his hardon into my hand. When I looked up I saw Scott's eyes on me, studying me with a questioning stare. I smiled up at the twelve year old and moved my hand off of his penis, looking at him and waiting. It didn't take Scott but a quick second to realize that it was his move, and he jutted his crotch forward, so that his penis touched my waiting hand again. I smiled up at him again, grasping his cock and kneading his hard prick harder than before. Scott let slip a sigh and then a gasp and I saw his hands grip he cushion he was leaning back against. 

In just a few seconds, Scott seemed to ease into letting my hands pleasure him. I smiled, seeing Scott's eyes closed half way and his head tilt back slightly. I didn't want to tip off the father that I was masturbating his son, so I let go of the young boy's penis. I watched Scott startle at my release and readjust his leaning stance against the exam table.

"Now," I said, standing up. "I need to see if there is any pain with movement." Now that Scott was more alert, I reached my hands out again, pressing my left hand behind his hanging balls, and my right hand held the his hardon.

"Squat very slowly to the ground please." I asked.

I watched Scott sigh in response and then held his genitals as he lowered himself. When the young boy was all the way into a squatting positing, I let my right hand rub him very quickly as I massaged under his balls with my left hand. The boy and I were face to face and he met my eyes with an excited smile.

"Any pain?" I asked loud enough for his dad to hear.

Scott shook his head in reply and gulped. I asked him to stand up again and as he raised himself up again, I played with his silky soft sheath that covered his erection. When Scott was standing again, I asked him to squat slowly again and on his way down, I pulled his soft fleshy hood back to expose the head of his penis. Scott sucked in a long breath as I moved the skin along his shaft, back and forth. At that moment, I felt Scott's twelve year old legs shake little and he grabbed onto my left shoulder to steady himself. 

At that moment I whispered to him as quietly as I could, "Want me to stop?"

Scott's dazed eyes briefly caught a glimpse at his father and then he slowly shook his head to say 'no'. I smiled at the boy and told him to stand up slowly. As Scott stood, I mashed his rock hard dick in my fingers, trying to make him feel as good as possible. Scott let slip a small whimper and then I heard him grunt and his nostrils flared as he looked past me, at nothing.

"Any pain that time?" I asked out loud.

Scott released an uneven breath, shaking his head again. Before I even said it, Scott was already trying to squat again, so I went with it and continued to pleasure him very quietly. The boy's cock was as hard as a solid steel pole and as he stood up, he sloppily humped his crotch into my hand. I immediately removed my hand from the boy's genitals, seeing his hardon twitch and flex at the sudden lack of touch. Scott's right hand grabbed onto my left hand, pulling it toward his dick, but when I wouldn't touch him, he grabbed it with his own left hand, massaging it.

"What are you looking for Doc?" Scott's father asked, sounding a bit irritated.

I stood up and quickly knelt back down again, not wanting my own erection to be so evident. Instead of standing, I moved out of the way a bit and turned to look at Scott's dad, who waited for an answer.

"There are muscle tendons right here." I said, running my finger gently against Scott's smooth erection and along his inner thigh. Scott responded to my touch by spreading his legs a little and rolling his hips in a barely noticeable fucking motion.

I carried on with the explanation, as if I didn't notice how turned on Scott had become. I traced my fingers back up the boy's thigh, passed Scott's smooth ball sack and stopped at the base of his stiff cock. "There is a reaction," I explained, "in this spot that is subtle but it tells me where the problem is."

I watched Dan scoot his chair forward and lean in to look close at where I was pointing. Scott was breathing harder and I ignored the drop of precum that dripped onto the back of my hand. It was plain to see that Scott's father had no clue about what I was doing, but I knew that Scott was appreciating the added touch-time that I was giving him.

"So," I added, scooting aside a bit. "If you press right here," I jabbed my finger against Scott's stiff dick, pressing it against his small bush of pubes, " you can feel what I'm talking about. You could probably check for yourself in the future too."

Scott's father started slightly at the realization that I was expecting him to do something other than listen. Dan looked at his son, who was shaky and breathing strange. "Calm down!" Dan ordered and then reached out to press his middle and index finger against his son's twitching erection.

My own dick twitched at the sight of Dan's adult sized fingers pressing against a twelve year old erection. I watched the man press his fingers harder against the small penis, trying to feel what I was telling him about.

Scott's body was shaking a bit and he was pressing his hips forward against his father's hand. I noticed the boy's legs spread a bit and saw the pained look on his face. Scott looked like he wanted to thrust his hips more than anything, but all he could do was try to remain still.

Finally, I saw the surprised look and heard the gasp of air from Scott as every muscle tensed in his body. The kid's stomach transformed from a cute boy belly to a washboard of tightened muscles as he groaned through clenched teeth. I was in awe as I saw the boy hump his dick against his father's hand.

The boy's father put on a perplexed face and then reality hit. Dan tried to pull his hand away from his boy's humping boner but Scott's hands grabbed and held it there. I breathed a quiet gasp as I watched spurts of clear cum shoot in quick streams and landing on the hand that touched Scott.

"Jesus christ, Scott!" The father said loudly. 

Dan tried to pull his hands away again, but little Scott was holding on tight and humping hard. Scott's father grumbled something under his breath and turned beat red as he looked away as his son continued.

I knew that I should have turned away but the sight was amazing and the noises that Scott was making, were hot. Every time the young boy's father tried to remove his hand, Scott would hold tight and hump even faster. I think I counted four clear squirts of cum that shot up high and landed on his father's forearm as well as his own. Scott's grip weakened as his humping lessened and finally his father was able to remove his hand from his son's crotch. I handed a tissue to the boy's father but he acted like he didn't see it and wiped the back of his hand on his cotton dockers. 

Dan stood up, without looking at either myself or his son and apologized for what his boy had just done. I tried to lessen the fathers worries by telling him that it happens more than he would think, but he still averted his eyes as his son got dressed. Poor young Scott looked tired and more than a little embarrassed as he put his shoes on. I hoped that Scott wouldn't hate me for what I did and I felt better about the situation when both father and son left because Scott quickly turned to me and showed a wide grin before closing the door.


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