#my sister went to the ER last night for chest pain (she's ok it seems though still not great)

[midnight-rice]

ok tumblr really *has* broken my speaking mannerisms, at work I found two cup lids that had melted together inseparably and muttered "this, too, is yuri" as if that's a normal thing to say on a sunday morning

#life update i am tired and so is everyone else #my sister went to the ER last night for chest pain (she's ok it seems though still not great) #work's had the busiest week of sales ive seen thanks to march madness but we're short staffed #two of my coworkers were arrested this week and one went home after a mental breakdown #and tomorrow after the sun goes out for a bit we're gonna service everyone wanting food for the mm finale #might end up working overtime for a third day though i feel like it'll cancel out w the hours i missed this morning #when i was too nauseous to work due to all the painkillers i took last on an empty stomach last week #but honestly im doing ok i just want a fucking break and so does everyone else i know it seems #feels weird venting here but i guess it's better than silence #and at least i have weird events to explain my inactivity instead of 'idk brain bad :/' like before

[beegoould]

I want to share how my mom died. I’ll hide it below.

If we’ve been mutuals for awhile you probably know that my mom was a jerk and a narcissist, so our relationship was complicated and I didn’t speak to her for several years. Over the last few years she drove away the rest of our family - my brothers, their kids, aunts and uncles and cousins - which makes the whole thing even sadder.

One day she told my dad she wanted to go to an estate sale. Dad said he thought it was a bad idea because she had balance issues and her asked her a few times to stay away. She insisted, and immediately fell while climbing the porch steps and hurt her knee. Dad took her to the doctor to get it looked at and everything was ok.

A week or two later her knee was painful and swelling. She went to the family doctor and he said it was arthritis and injected cortisone into the area. A week later her knee was even more swollen, red and warm to the touch. They went to the family doctor and he gave her another cortisone injection. It’s arthritis, it’s going to hurt, he said.

The next day she couldn’t get up and dad found out that he couldn’t lift her anymore. They called an ambulance and went to the ER. The doctors determined she had an infection and removed a CUP of puss from the area. Turns out cortisone can hinder healing and recovery from infections, and sometimes even cause them. Who knew. Thought maybe a doctor would but oh well.

She was admitted into the hospital and had surgery to remove the rest of the puss and remove dead and infected tissue. It was pretty awful and she was in a lot of pain. The infection had spread to her blood so she was getting iv antibiotics. She immediately alienated herself from the people providing her care by complaining about everything, including them, all the time. She insisted that they change rules and regulations for her. My sister in law talked the her nurse who was trying to explain some of the treatment issues they were running into without saying anything negative about mom. SIL reassured her by stopping her and saying, “I’m really sorry.” and that was enough.

Mom moved to a rehab center, the worst one in town because that was all that was available. She refused physical therapy for a long time but eventually gave in. She was still on antibiotics for her infection. While she was at the rehab center she caught pneumonia, and she was admitted into the hospital again.

By this time she was done doing what the doctors said, and the next day she went home with a chest full of phlegm and a wound that needed care but with no scheduled nurse visits or physical therapy appointments. The hospital gave them oxygen and a loaner wheelchair. The oxygen tank ended up being empty.

They got a portable toilet and put it next to the bed so she wouldn’t have to go all the way to the bathroom. That night, my dad told her to wake him up when she needed to use it and made her promise to turn on the light if she went anywhere. She got up in the middle of the night and tried using the toilet without dad’s help as well as in the dark and fell.

The next day they got a full oxygen tank and all seemed well. Dad went on a quick errand that ended up not being necessary. The bank called and said they needed some information and asked for dad to call them. She told him they needed him to go to the bank in person. This happens often because mom didn’t listen when people spoke. She filled in the gaps in her memory of the conversation with whatever her mind came up with.

Dad went to the bank, found out he didn’t need to be there, came home and found her dead. He called 911 and did cpr. An ambulance took them to the hospital. A doctor worked on her a few minutes, but she was gone.

There’s so much about this that fills me with rage. The family doctor ignored her pain and symptoms and his treatments probably made the infection worse. His dismissal meant that she didn’t get treatment for the infection until it spread into her blood. The hospital sent her home with an empty oxygen tank. When I think about how much pain she was in and how scared she must have been, I can’t breathe. But at the same time I’m angry at her. She made so many selfish decisions, and if that sounds crazy maybe it is, sometimes I feel like I am. She fought at every step of treatment and went home against medical advice and hurt herself doing the one thing my dad asked her not to do. And all of these things contributed to dad finding her dead in their bed. Can you even imagine? And my brother telling everyone “We’re going to tell dad that she knew she was going to die so she wanted to come home.” So we could all get our story straight.

I’m probably a huge asshole. I’m probably a giant pile of shit for being mad at her. And her being gone makes me question everything all over again. Was she really that bad? Was I just too sensitive?

Anyway. That’s my story. If you read it, I’m sorry.

#cw death #cw body horror #cw parent death #sorry

[oimoi-op]

when were you diagnosed with t1d?

Ok, so storytime! Short answer is, as of today, barely over two months ago. 

(Very long post warning y’all, contains hospital mention and extensive, possibly upsetting descriptions of health conditions, specifically DKA)

My family doesn’t really have a history of T1D or even T2D, though my second-cousin-once-removed has had T1D for over a decade now. So, there was never any reason for me to try and get tests done for it. The only sign I really had up until last semester was two copies of a variant of an HLA gene that I knew about from a 23andMe report (which, according to the report, put me at a higher risk for celiac’s and nothing else), but of course at that time I had no idea that that could mean anything serious; after all, that sort of thing only happens to other people, right?

My college started in-person classes in the latter half of August. By October, I started feeling tired, having a lack of appetite, and needing water very, very badly. I actually went to my school’s clinic, and my erratic heartbeat prompted the doctor to recommend me for a Covid-19 test. My school’s protocols meant that I had to quarantine at my home (since I live within two hours of campus) until I got a negative test result. At home, I was drinking water all the time and sleeping constantly, and my parents had commented on how I’d been losing weight. I thought these were all good things. I had been slightly overweight at my high school graduation, and I’d always heard that drinking a lot of water is good for you, so I thought I was actually in excellent health even if I kind of felt like shit most of the time.

Well. Uh. I was wrong.

When finals came around in mid-November, I was just fucking tired. I’d get a decent eight hours of sleep and still have to take naps during the day. Hell, I was even late for work because I slept through one of my nap alarms. Studying was a pain in the ass. Attending classes was a pain in the ass. Staying awake for Zoom classes was a pain in the ass. I was waking up at 5 am to go to the bathroom, and then I would drink the rest of my water, refill it, drink half of it again, and then go back to sleep. Finally, November 20th rolled around, and I got to leave campus. It was my birthday (yeah I am a Scorpio and that weirds all of my friends out lol), and my parents took me to Fusion. And I just...couldn’t eat at all? I love hibachi, but I couldn’t even eat half of my food. The chef even got me a delicious banana split that I had to basically bully my younger sister into eating with me.

For the next week, I was sleeping about 18 hours a day. I didn’t think this was weird because I’d just had finals so yeah, it makes sense that I would be tired after exams and whatnot. I went shopping with my mom, sister, and sister’s bff. We were only out for a few hours, but I was fucking wiped out y’all, like in pain. Thanksgiving arrived, and again, I love food, I love eating, but I was not hungry in the slightest. I basically had to force myself to eat some of my favorite holiday foods just so I wouldn’t offend my mom, and then I didn’t eat for the day.

The very next morning, I was puking my guts out.

This started a pattern for the next few days: I would eat chicken noodle soup or some other food, sleep like the dead, and throw up every morning and every night. I started chugging large bottles of Gatorade constantly (which, if you know about diabetes and its health complications, did not help my situation in the slightest). I started breathing erratically after very little exertion. Like, I’m talking standing up and stretching brought about heavy, labored breathing. I weighed myself on my parents’ scale, and I was under 130 lbs. Now, for some people this might seem like a lot, but due to my height and build I could fucking see some of my ribs. That was when I started to realize that something was very, very wrong, but “losing weight is good” and I didn’t want my parents to laugh at me for voicing concerns (though, for all their faults, in hindsight, I doubt they would’ve). Yeah. Don’t do that, folks, that’s not a good mindset to have. 

On Sunday, my mom took me to town to get tested for Covid. This was despite me saying that I didn’t have symptoms (which I knew very well due to some of my friends catching it at school). Rapid test came back negative, so I did a culture test. Hell, while I was sitting in the damn chair, I was about to pass out. I asked for a nausea pill but my mouth was too dry for it to dissolve. I got a cup of water, downed it all, and felt like my throat was on fire. For the rest of the day I felt so, so awful. At some point I was walking toward my bed in my room and I fucking fell. I’m fucking lucky there was carpet. 

Regarding the rest of that night, things start to get blurry, for the lack of a better term. I legitimately cannot recall everything that happened that night or the following two days, so I will just try to explain it in the way I remember it best.

Around...midnight or one??? I was on fucking fire, so I went to my bathroom and decided to lie on the floor. The floor was hardwood and not at all cold, and it wasn’t fucking comfortable even in that state, but I was just in so much pain I didn’t even care. My mom must’ve heard because she found me there and asked me what I was doing. I said something about the floor. She asked me to go back to bed, but I must’ve scared her because she asked me if I wanted her to lie in the bed with me. I don’t remember what I said to her, but we were in the bed and she was trying to hug me, but she was too warm and so I told her to stop. I kept feeling this burning just below my chest, like there was acid in me (which I guess wasn’t too far off), so I would randomly sit up to try and alleviate the pain and not cry. I remember asking my mom to take me to the hospital in the morning.

My mom put me in the truck (I think around 5 am is what she told me). I remembered hearing my dad. I was lying down. Then I was awake, but I was on the floor. I thought this was wrong so I tried to tell my mom that but I guess I couldn’t talk. Then I was in a hospital bed, the ER I assume. My mom gave me some water with a sponge, and I was just so fucking thirsty. Then I was in the ICU hooked up to a bunch of machines. I didn’t know what was going on, but my mom kept giving me water with that sponge. That is all I remember from Monday.

I remember a little bit more from Tuesday. My mom said something about diabetes, but that didn’t make any sense to me because I wasn’t “fat” and I’d been losing weight, even! What had I done to get diabetes? I was thirsty and tired, so I slept a lot. At some point I really needed to use the restroom so I unhooked my IV???? (I mean I must’ve disconnected myself somehow but I can’t remember the details) which set off a shit ton of alarms and people were Very Concerned and kept asking me Why Did You Do That? But I just needed to go to the restroom, and they told me to use the Red Button to Call the Nurse (it was already there, and I now realize that we’d probably had a similar conversation about the Red Button to Call the Nurse possibly multiple times before this) in the future. A Chopped Teen Tournament from 2017 was playing on the TV nonstop. There were commercials for CGMs. I thought that God wasn’t being very funny about the whole thing.

As of now I remember even less of Wednesday, but I know that felt better. There was this diabetes specialist who kept talking about insulin and life at college moving forward, but I wasn’t really there, either because of being so out of it for health reasons, disassociating, or a combination of the two. My mom told me she had emailed a professor so he would give me an extension on an assignment that was due by then, and I remember crying because I thought that was just so nice of him. That night, this guy got me in a wheelchair and put me in another room, which I would later learn was the ACU. My night nurse was this nice woman named Tanya, who had a very thick Eastern European accent. She got me orange juice to take some potassium pills, but it felt like swallowing rocks. I didn’t really get a lot of sleep, so I was awake when the nurses changed shifts. I remember one of them expressing surprise that I was out of the ICU so early.

My mom took longer to come that day because nobody had told her I’d been moved. I’d had plain Cheerios and orange juice for breakfast, but I couldn’t really eat because my throat hurt so badly. I talked to a lot of doctors. I guess at this point or somewhere near it I accepted that I had diabetes, but it wasn’t really real until the same diabetes specialist was going over carbs. I thought I was never going to eat shit I liked ever again. I really wanted a fucking McChicken sandwich. I signed some papers for Medicaid because I had aged out of the CHIP while in the hospital. I finally texted my friends and explained to them what had happened. I was so fucking tired.

I got out the next day, so that was Thursday. Normally, I would’ve been in the hospital much longer (especially because my Medicaid hadn’t been approved, meaning no insurance had approved of my insulin yet), but Covid cases were on the rise and the hospital wanted me out of there. The diabetes specialist and one of my nurses snuck me two fast-acting and two basal insulin pens, and I was out. I ate half a McChicken, a small fry, and drank my first Diet Coke. It tasted like diesel mixed with piss. 

That’s the gist of it. The hospital staff was very nice and thoughtful the entire time, I think. I felt as though everyone involved cared about my health a lot. 

For those of you who aren’t T1D or just don’t know, what I experienced is called DKA, short for diabetic ketoacidosis. To simplify, I was very close to entering a diabetic coma. My sister later told me that our dad had said (I assume a doctor had told my mother, who, in turn, had told him) that I was “approximately 45 minutes” away from death. DKA happens when a diabetic (usually a T1D like me) has too much blood sugar in their body due to them lacking the insulin necessary to break the sugar down, so their body breaks down their fat reserves and muscle to get the energy it needs. This is why I lost around 50 pounds over the course of a few months (I was 118 lbs. when I entered the hospital, the lowest I’ve been since grade school). I was officially diagnosed with T1D on November 30th, just ten days after my 19th birthday, which is a little older than normal I believe. It’s...well, it’s not fun, but I feel very grateful for my large support system, and tomorrow I’m trying out a CGM for the first time and applying for both it and a pump, so things are really looking up 

#personal #iamapincushion #t1d #type one diabetes #type one diabetic #dka #diabetic ketoacidosis #tw hospital #tw dka #i don't think you meant me for to respond with such a long answer #but #well #it's something i've been wanting to post for a while now and this seemed like a good opportunity

[stormhawksplanb]

Plan B: A Storm Hawks Fanfic!

A/N: As perusal here’s a master list! For those on mobile check my Plan B hashtag for all of the chapters! This chapter is painfully short- but I had no choice ^u^

https://myhushhushdarling.tumblr.com/PlanB

------------Chapter 6

The wait became almost grueling. I spent the last 15 minutes of the two hours on the condor and I felt about ready to explode. The original plan was to take a long nap in the movie room, and after everything that happened over the last two days, it was much needed. Crashing a skimmer', running around looking for gear, getting kidnapped, then rescued, it was exhausting. Even still I couldn't find it in me to rest. Gear herself was pretty hyper and was running around. I watched her race around for a couple more minutes before finally getting off the sofa and walking towards the cockpit, hoping to find something better to pass time.

Everyone seemed to be in a bit of a buzz over the contest as well. Piper was going on about the detailed crystals that had been done with watercolors. Finn was whining about not being able to buy a statue that vaguely looked like him. Junko and Aerrow seemed to be laying back on the railings and stork seemed uninterested.

"Hey guys..." Immediately everyone's faces turned towards me, either in anticipation or to greet my presence.

"If anyone is thinking I have news on the winners, it's only been 20 minutes."

Everyone simultaneously groaned, and I couldn't help but chuckle. Piper shook her head and walked over to me. Then she guided me to sit down at the round table.

"I don't know about you, but the wait is absolutely killing me." Her hand shot up to her chest, and for a second it felt like we were all just young kids, with little to nothing to worry about. Then I remembered something I wanted to ask them.

"Actually Piper, my mind's been pretty foggy after all the excitement. I've been thinking about something else that's been kind of important..."

"oh yeah? Well what is it?"

I held my breath for a few short seconds before releasing it.

"Ravess."

The weight around us grew heavier as the moment past. Piper and Aerrow started sharing glances with each other, and I could see stork giving me a disapproving glare from the steering wheel of the Condor. Piper looked back at me as soon as she got the nod of approval from Aerrow.

"Ravess is... Was A Talon General for Master Cyclonis. The last time we saw her she helped us find a way to a door to the other side of Atmos. We haven't seen her since then..."

A heavy sigh left my lips. Something wasn't right. No one was telling me anything. Or at the very least, being dishonest. My skin jumped when I heard sirens outside go off.

"What's that!?"

Before I knew it everyone was rushing over to the exit, Aerrow leading the way, beckoning me to follow.

"It's a warning siren. We're about to go under attack!"

Attack? Was he for real? Even so I followed then out, and the whole Terra seemed unfamiliar. There was dark clouds blocking the night sky, and the air seemed cold. All I was able to process was a loud 'NOVA DUCK!' before hitting the ground, blacking out. A gag that I really wish would stop happening.

I'm not sure how long went by before seeing the sun rising in the distance. my head throbbing, and I winced at it. All around me there was destruction. My heart sank and I stood up, feel gears light paws climbing up my legs and back, perching herself on my shoulder.

We really were under attack that night. And I just wanted a break. I wanted to cry if I'm honest, but my mind went for something else entirely. The condor and the storm hawks were nowhere to be seen. In fact no one was. I hardly realized it but I was buried under rubble. I looked down at my leg after a shooting pain went through it. I tried to take another step but my ankle felt sprained as well. My groan caught Gear's Attention, and she tried to lick away the pain away.

A hardy chuckle came out before I fell back down to the ground, about ready to scream. I've been through so much already. The loss of my home Terra, my own family having to leave me behind, and just when I was in a place of peace and happiness, we were attacked. My mind raced to when I was younger.

My home Terra was always so beautiful. And it was under so much cloud coverage, most people didn't know we even existed. That was until one day, a neighboring Terra sent out a warning to our communication towers, warning us about a Cyclonian attack. I can barely remember it but, the feeling still existed. Our Terra was scared. Not just for our sake but for the Nova crystal's sake. If any of our crystals got into Cyclonian hands Atmos could be in such great danger. We tried to push for our Sky knight to protect us but the night he promised to do so, he fled. I watched him fly off from the Terra, to scared and in shock to call out for him. That's when it all happened.

Crystal charges dropped from the skies, above the reddened clouds. They destroyed everything, and you could hear a booming voice come from the ships, demanding us to give in or we would suffer the consequences. Yet somehow among all the fear and pain our Terra felt, we didn't back down. For once in my life I saw a whole Terra protect itself. It was just a shame that it was only a front. A distraction, for the sister to the sky knight, my mother, was told to hand over the rights of the Terra to the only existing child. Me. The Argonians all fled, leaving me behind with what renamed of the crystals.

It didn't stop there. A few days later they returned. Our once gorgeous and lush fields and crops were turned into nothing but coal and dirt. They made sure that there was no survivors. They forced me to hideaway in a secret cavern craved into the side of the Terra. I stayed there for days, not eating, and hardly sleeping. When I finally got the guts to resurface everything changed. It was like my home wasn't my home. It was a giant pit of nothing. And so from there on out I was forced to make due with the scraps of my Terra. My home.

I shook from that memory and I lost it, finding my bag and taking out my crystal, I remembered a few stalls where there might be some other crystals leftover from the attack, anything to get a signal out. My only issue was, I'm extremely 'self taught' everything a sky knight needs to know. And when your whole Terra is laid to waste, that's not much. Finding a crystal that vaguely reminded me of a lightening crystal, I found a pipe and a few other bits of metal and I did what I could to make a safe conductor for my crystals. I aimed my DIY project to the sky and triggered it. A few moments went by, and I heard the sounds of skimmers off behind me.

At once I looked behind me, and as soon as I did Piper had slid up to me on her heliscooter. She seemed extremely concerned for me. Between the tears drenching my face, and my shaking body, I don't blame her.

"Nova! We've been looking for you forever! Are you okay? Is anything broken!?"

"No. I'm fine... My ankles sprained but that's it."

Even with my attempt at acting ok, it didn't seem to fool her in the bit. Either way she offered me a ride back to the Condor. The rest of the squad was sitting at a round table of the cockpit. I was forced to sit next to stork who grimaced at my bruised and dirty appearance, slightly scooting away from me. I gave a quick grunt out loud as I shifted my foot. The others were probably staring at me, but Piper quickly explained that I wasn't in need of any major medical attention. And Aerrow continued the meeting.

"As we all know, Ravess had been gathering the Cyclonian talons that were left behind after we defeated Master Cyclonis herself. This attack wasn't on her list of Terras to destroy though. Which means she had to track us down..."

I looked up at Aerrow, trying not to look sore. He met my eyes with a grown.

"Junko and Radarr went looking for anything she could have used to track us... We found a tracker attached to your Nova crystal. She didn't care about the crystal itself, but she did use you as bait. And that's our fault..."

I tilted my head to the side, not fully understanding him.

"I hate to ask this, but why isn't it my fault? I messed with her carrier ship, er- tried too, and you guys had to come save me... Wait..."

He gave me a sympathetic smile.

"She must have known that you were hanging out around us and used you to find us. We don't have the best track record with Ravess. She even warned us that we weren't exactly on the same side when she helped us hunt down master Cyclonis."

I ran my hands down my face out of frustration. Not wanting to know what we were gonna do but still:

"So what are we going to do?"

This is where things got kind of sensitive. No one wanted to make eye contact with me, in fact they all looked extremely guilty of anything. I heard a tongue click come from my side. I turned towards stork and he was the one to break the ice

"Not we, but us. You are getting dropped off at the nearest Terra. That way you don't get in the way-"

I crinkled my nose in anger and before I could say anything Piper spoke over me.

"What he means, is we can't afford you getting hurt. No offense but, you don't seem like the fighting type. Your just a civilian.

Something in me snapped and I stood up as quick as I could and I walked away from the table, my hands going numb as I clenched them. All I remember saying to then next was something I never thought I'd tell anyone.

"This was my war way before it was yours. I'm not just gonna stand and twirl my thumbs."

#storm hawks #stormhawks #oc #nova #planb

[ask-the-apocalypse-kids]

Don’t sleep

Summary: After an unknown plague that kills you while you sleep sweeps across the world, a group of survivors must stay awake for as long as they can to find out the truth. But what if some can’t keep their eyes open?

Warnings: Descriptions of kidnapping, swearing, descriptions of surgery, death mentions, drug mentions

Chapter 3

The man stood over the empty ghost town that laid out before him. Not a single thing made a peep ever since the previous night. This was his world now. The man grinned to himself before walking back to his van. He grabbed the back door and pulled the sliding door open. Stepping inside, he looked at the young woman he had chained up in the back of his van. She was whimpering quietly as she looked up at him. “Maddie?” The man mumbled quietly as he sat down on the floor. “Yes sir?” The girl croaked out as she looked up at him.

“Somethings happening. Something incredible.” The man told her with a wicked grin. “Please sir. Please let me go home. I just want to see my mom.” Maddie begged the man, tears streaming down her swollen cheeks. “I hate to say this Maddie but I think she’s dead.” The man told her frankly, no sympathy in his voice. Maddie broke down and started to sob loudly. She wanted to go home. The man frowned as her sobs got louder. “You know you’re really ugly when you cry? How about you shut the fuck up?” The man snapped at her. Maddie only sobbed harder.

“Here, are you hungry? Let me drive to town and get us some breakfast.” The man hummed before crawling into the driver’s seat and starting up the van. The man drove down the hill and into the empty town. He stopped in the middle of the road and got out. Walking down the street, he looked at the empty stores and buildings as he passed. He eventually stopped in front of a gun store. Smirking to himself, he grabbed a stray brick off the ground and threw it at the store window. The brick shattered the glass and the man stepped inside.

“Hallelujah.” The man hummed to himself as he walked through the store. All of this was his for the taking. He was in control now. He picked up an AK and cocked it. “Hot damn.” He exclaimed as he started to fill it with bullets. It was time he paid some people he knew a visit.

July 5th 10:00 a.m. Brody smelled of vomit. Aasim had made her throw up the sleeping pills she took not too long ago. Aasim looked at her hunched over figure, a bit of worry filling him. “Do you want some water? I have a bottle or two in my car.” He asked her, resting a hand on her back. “Yeah. Yeah. I could use one.” Brody huffed before walking back over and getting in the car. Aasim got back into the driver’s seat and picked up a water bottle from the middle dash and handed it to Brody. She thanked him and took a swig of the water bottle. When she was done drinking, she set the bottle down.

“How are you feeling, Aasim?” She asked him, looking over at him. “Sleepy.” Aasim hummed quietly. He was hoping that response would make her laugh. It didn’t. “Aasim, this is serious. You have to let me know how you’re feeling at all times now. Neither of us can fall asleep or that’s it, we’re done.” Brody told him seriously. “I hear you.” Aasim told her with a nod as she settled back into her seat. “We need to go back to the hospital. I need to perform some tests. Try and figure out what’s causing this.” Brody stated. Aasim nodded and started his car back up, driving down the road.

As they drove down the road, Brody looked over at Aasim. “Hey Aasim?” She asked him quietly. “Yeah?” He hummed in response. “How did you know I needed to throw up the pills?” She asked him. Aasim contemplated on what to say. He figured that she would think he was crazy if he told her it was because of the dream he had the night before. So he didn’t tell her that. “Just has a feeling.” He told her nonchalantly. “A feeling?” Brody questioned him, her eyebrow raised. “Yeah. I figured that it had to have something to do with sleep. So I took a risk.” Aasim explained to her. Brody nodded and leaned back in her seat.

“We might be in luck when we get to the hospital. The place has a pretty large stash of Modaffinil.” Brody hummed quietly. Modaffinil was a drug manufactured for the purpose of staying awake. One little pill could keep you awake for up to 48 hours. It was originally used to be some cure for Narcolepsy. But then it was used on soldiers to keep them up for combat for days at a time. In other words, it was a super drug. “You really think that can help us?” Aasim asked her as he drove. “It’s our only shot. If we have a chance to stay awake, we need to take it. No fucking around.” Brody told him as they pulled into the hospital parking lot.

Brody got out of the car and walked up to the hospital doors. Aasim followed close behind her. The automatic doors slid open as they walked up to them. As they walked inside, Aasim immediately noticed that the place was empty. Not a single person in sight. “Dr. Chan?! Abigail?!” Brody called as she walked down the hall. She was met with dead silence. “Fuck.” Brody cursed before walking back to Aasim. “Dr. Chan must have told everyone to evacuate. This whole place is empty.” She told him. “Okay. Well, what should we do?” Aasim asked her. “You call anyone you think still might be awake. Tell them to not go to sleep and to meet us here. I’m gonna prepare some cadavers for examinations.” Brody explained to him.

“Wait, what are you gonna do with cadavers?” Aasim asked her as he pulled out his phone. “If we wanna know what’s doing this, we need to examine the brains of the victims. Now make your calls.” Brody told him before walking off further into the hospital. Aasim sighed before walking out the automatic doors to the front steps. He went through his contacts to see who might still be awake. Mitch’s contact came up and Aasim hesitated to click on it at first. After some thought he decided to try and call Mitch again. Six rings. “Hi this is Mitch. Leave a message.” The same damn automated message played when no one picked up on the other end. “Fucking hell.” Aasim cursed quietly. “Hey Mitch, it’s Aasim again. Listen, you need to come to Santa Mero hospital. It’s extremely important. Please let me know that you’re safe.” Aasim spoke into the voicemail before hanging up.

Aasim scrolled through his contacts some more before clicking another name. Louis was on his couch playing Red Dead Redemption when suddenly his phone rang. Reaching over, he picked up the phone and answered it. “Hello?” He hummed tiredly into the phone. “Louis! Thank god you picked up! Listen, I need you to get to Santa Mero hospital as soon as possible.” Aasim’s worried voice spoke on the other end. “Woah, woah dude, slow down. What’s going on?” Louis asked him as he sat up straight. “I can’t explain it directly over the phone. I need you here.” Aasim told him directly. “Sim, you’re freaking me out.” Louis told him. “Just get here! Please!” Aasim shouted at him. “Okay! Okay! Let me get my pants on.” Louis told him before hanging up.

A few minutes later, Louis pulled up to the front of the hospital in his car. Louis spotted Aasim waiting on the front steps for him and stopped. When Aasim spotted the familiar black camaro pull up, he stood up. He watched as Louis stopped his car and got out. “Louis. Thank god you’re here.” Aasim called as he walked up to him. He could tell that Louis was visibly shaken. “What the fuck is going on? Where is everyone?” Louis asked with clear fear and worry in his voice. Louis must have clearly noticed the empty streets. Santa Mero, a once lively city of 50,000 was now a ghost town.

Aasim looked over as Brody walked over and greeted Louis. “Hi.” She said simply to Louis. “Louis, this is Brody, a nurse who works at this hospital. Brody, this is Louis, my co-worker and closest-“ Aasim was suddenly cut off. “What the fuck is going on?” Louis snapped, fear evident in his voice. “We don’t know. All we know is that it started last night around four a.m.” Brody told him calmly. Aasim sat and listened as Brody caught Louis up to speed.

Louis was a veteran and has seen his fair share of shit shows. But this was something else entirely, and Aasim could tell it scared Louis down to the bone. “You can’t be one hundred percent sure it’s sleep right? I mean, it’s just so fucking crazy.” Louis told them. “Yeah, it is fucking crazy but think about it. Everyone who went to sleep last night is now dead and the only people who stayed awake are still alive.” Brody told him firmly. “When my friend took a nap this morning she was dead within minutes.” She added, a tiny bit of sadness and pain in her voice. “So as crazy as this fucking thing sound, it seems to only be connected to sleep.”

Louis stepped away, fear and worry growing in his eyes. “I gotta call my mom. I gotta call my sister. They live in El Paso, I gotta make sure they’re ok.” He said as he pulled out his phone. “Take all the time you need Louis.” Aasim told him. “Just remember that with each passing minute we’re gonna get more and more tired. I’m gonna need the both of you to help me.” Brody told them both, crossing her arms over her chest. “Thanks, Brody, we got it.” Aasim said with a nod. “I’ll be inside in room 104.” Brody finished before walking into the hospital.

Once Brody was gone, Aasim looked back over at Louis. “Do you want a minute alone to call your family?” He asked sympathetically. “No it’s alright. I’m sure they're alright.” Louis told him as he shot a text to his mom and sister before putting his phone away. He looked over at the hospital as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Do you trust this girl?” Louis asked Aasim quietly. “Brody? I don’t know, I guess. I just met her last night, but I mean she seems trustworthy. She’s an ER nurse so she’s pretty intense. But I guess that’s a good thing considering the circumstances.” Aasim explained to him.

“You sure she’s a nurse?” Louis asked him in a whisper. “Well yeah, she works right here.” Aasim responded, looking back at him. “I don’t know, Sim. I know plenty of nurses. From Iraq, from the VA. She doesn’t act like any nurse I’ve met.” Louis told him, concern lacing his words. “Well sure, she might be a little odd but it’s probably because we’ve all had a lack of sleep.” Aasim said, crossing his arms. Louis snickered lightly, a small grin appearing on his lips. “That’s funny, Aasim considering you haven’t been able to sleep your whole life. Maybe that’ll help you now.”

...

Louis was right. As a kid, Aasim was constantly in and out of doctors’ offices. With every doctor, every scientist, every specialist, every psychologist, no one had an answer to Aasim’s condition.

Aasim sat in a waiting room with his parents one day. It was another day another doctor. After a few minutes of waiting a male doctor walked into the room. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Torres.” He greeted them, shaking their hands. “Hi Dr. White. Thank you for seeing us.” Aasim’s mother greeted him with a smile. “And this must be Aasim.” Dr. White smiled down at Aasim who was sitting in his chair with a toy dinosaur in his arms. Aasim shyly waved back at him. “Aasim, do you mind if I talk to your mommy and daddy alone for a bit?” He asked him in a soft tone. “Yeah.” Aasim said quietly with a nod.

“We’ll be right back, sweetie.” Aasim’s mother said as she followed her husband and Dr. White into the office. “So from the symptoms we’ve discussed, the weight gain, the fevers, the mood swings, these are all side effects from the sleep deprivation.” Dr. White told them. “Okay.” John mumbled quietly. “Aasim is suffering from extreme exhaustion. As a five year old boy, this could lead to developmental issues later on down the road.” Tracy started tearing up at this point. “I’m sorry.” She excused herself as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Dr. White offered her some tissues. She thanked him and took some.

Dr. White sat up in his chair and pulled out a pen to take some notes. “I’d like to ask you two a couple of questions to help clarify Aasim’s condition a little more.” He asked them. “Of course, go ahead.” John hummed, shifting a bit in his seat. “Alright, to start off, has Aasim had any recent problems in school?” Dr. White asked. “We took him out of school two months ago and started homeschooling him.” Tracy told him. He nodded and jotted that information down in his notes.

“How is Aasim’s life at home?” Dr. White asked, looking up at the both of them. John was a bit confused by that question. “What do you mean?” He asked. “Well, have there been any problems at home? Any marital issues?” Dr. White clarified. “W-Well I mean sure but who doesn’t? But we love each other and we have our trials and our frustrations.” John explained to him. “Have these frustrations ever been taken out on Aasim?” Dr. White asked them. The two of them were silent for a moment. “In what ways?” John asked the doctor. “In any way.” Dr. White said.

John put two and two together and started to get mad. “Are you asking me if I hit my son?” He asked, anger apparent in his voice. “John.” Tracy said quietly, her tone asking him to not make a scene. “Is that what you’re asking me?” John repeated. “You see Mr. and Mrs. Torres, your son is showing very obvious signs of post traumatic stress disorder.” Dr. White explained to them. “What is that?” Tracy asked. Aasim’s mom wasn’t a moron by any means. This was in the nineties before the war in Afghanistan and Iraq. Not a lot was known about PTSD.

“Post traumatic stress disorder occurs when someone experiences severe stress or anxiety after a traumatic event has occurred. We see it a lot in soldiers and veterans.” The doctor told them. John was getting more upset by this. “Yeah that’s great and all, doctor, but we’re not talking about a marine, we’re talking about my five year old son.” John snapped at him. “Well, when we see signs of ptsd in young children, it usually comes from physical or sexual abuse.” Dr. White told them.

John finally snapped at that. “That’s it, we’re leaving Tracy.” John said angrily as he stood up from his chair. “John please.” Tracy said as she stood up. “I’ve heard enough Trac, we’re out of here.” He growled before walking out into the waiting room. “Aasim, Come on, we’re gonna go find a newer better doctor.” John called. Aasim nodded and got up from his chair, taking his dad’s hand.

Tracy sighed quietly before grabbing her coat and purse. “I’m so sorry about all this, doctor.” She said quietly before walking out of the office and following her husband and son out of the building.

…

After Brody had prepped three cadavers for surgery, she set up a small recorder on a table nearby. Once she turned it on and started recording, she spoke out. “My name is Brody Russo. I’m a registered nurse at Santa Mero hospital. The time is 11:36 a.m. July 5th, 2019. Assisting me with the pathology report is Aasim, what’s your last name?” Brody looked over at Aasim who was standing not too far from her. “Torres.” Aasim answered her. “Aasim Torres and Louis..” Brody looked over him to answer. “Louis Leon.” He hummed. “And Louis Leon.” Brody finished.

“Today we are examining the cadavers of three individuals. Jon Bradly. 16 year old male. Checked into the hospital on the evening of July 4th, 2019 for third degree burns. Dwain Trent. 53 year old male. Checked into the hospital for severe heartburn. And..” Brody fell silent for a bit as she looked at the last body. She swallowed a large lump in her throat. “Rebecca Woods. 46 year old female. She was a nurse working at Santa Mero hospital. Time of death was between nine and Ten a.m.” Brody finished with a sigh before going over to her table of tools and picking up the electrical razor.

“We will begin with Mr. Bradly.” Brody hummed before flicking on the razor and started shaving off the boys hair. “I am shaving the hair off of Mr. Bradly’s head to make a clean incision around the head to get to the skull cap.” She documented as she shaved. Aasim and Louis watched as clumps of the boy’s brown hair fell to the ground. Once Brody had shaved off as much as she could with the electrical razor, she grabbed the regular razor and cleaned up the small patches she couldn’t shave off before.

“Okay, the head is shaved and secured, I will begin to make the incision. Pass the bone saw.” Brody said as she looked over at Aasim. He perked up at her words and immediately looked around her tool table. “This one?” He asked as he picked up one of the tools. “Yes, thank you.” Brody hummed before taking the saw. Flicking on the saw, Brody started slowly cutting just above the ear. But before she could move too far, a sudden burst of blood shot out from the cut, landing on Louis. He and Aasim both jumped and yelped at the sudden splash of blood. “What the fuck?!” Louis exclaimed in disgust as he looked at the blood covering his clothes.

“I must have hit a capillary above the ear.” Brody muttered as she kept on cutting. “Is it on my face?” Louis asked as he looked himself over. “You can go wash up in the sink.” Brody told him, not taking her eyes off the cadaver. “Fucking shit.” Louis snapped as he walked over to the sink to wash up. “It’s alright, it’s just a little blood.” Brody called over to him. “I didn’t see any splash on you!” Louis whipped around and snapped at her. “I’m a nurse, I get sprayed all the time.” Brody shrugged off his hostile tone as she kept working.

Once Louis was done cleaning himself, he walked over to Brody. “Do you even know what the hell you're doing?” He growled at her. “I’m not a pathologist. I’m just trying to determine the cause of death.” Brody responded, glaring daggers back at Louis. While the two of them were bickering, Aasim noticed something about the body. “Uh, guys?” He called to them, but they didn’t hear him. “What then? Are you gonna cure us?” Louis challenged. “Careful, you don’t want to tire yourself out, you might fall asleep.” Brody growled at him.

“Hey!” Aasim called louder, making Brody and Louis look over at him. “Is that normal?” He asked, pointing to the cadaver’s head. They all looked over, a small gasp left Brody. “Step back.” She whispered to Louis, who complied almost immediately. From the cut in the cadaver’s head, black smoke was rising into the air. “What the fuck?” Louis whispered as Brody approached the body’s head. “There appears to be some sort of black gas or smoke rising out of the incision I made in the cadaver’s head. I am going to continue with the removal process of the skull cap.” Brody documented as she started cutting more of the head.

The more Brody cut, the more smoke came out. It filled the room quickly, making them all cough and hack. “The smoke a-appears to be trapped inside the skull cavity. It is very thick and more is billowing out as I-I cut.” She explained as she worked. “It has the odor of burning.” She said softly. Eventually, she had made her way all the way around the head. Once she was finished, she flipped off the saw and set it down. “I am now removing the skull cap.” She said before slipping her fingers into the cuts and pulling away the cap.

Right as Brody did that, a large cloud of thick black smoke filled the entire room. Brody coughed hard as she was hit with the brunt of it. “The smoke is very thick. It’s obstructing my view of the brain. I am fanning it away to get a clear view.” She documented as she grabbed a magazine off a nearby counter and fanned away the smoke. Once everything was clear, she looked down at the cadaver’s brain. A small gasp left her and she dropped the magazine. “Oh my god.” She whispered in horror. “What the fuck?” Louis exclaimed, fear evident on his face. “What is that?” Aasim asked Brody, staring down at the cadaver’s brain. “I don’t know.” Brody whispered back.

…

Tracy was watching the news in her living room when she heard the land line phone ringing. Getting up from her chair, she walked over and picked it up. “Hello?” She hummed as she held the phone up to her ear. “Mrs. Torres?” A male’s voice asked on the other end. “Yes this is her, who’s calling?” She asked. “This is Dr. White. We met earlier today in my office.” The voice told her. Tracy swallowed a small lump in her throat. “Oh, Doctor, I would really like to apologize for the way my husband acted in your office today. We’ve been under a lot of stress lately.” Tracy told him softly, not wanting John to hear.

“I understand, Mrs. Torres. I can understand how this whole situation can be overwhelming for you both.” Dr. White told her sympathetically. “Trac, who’s on the phone?” Tracy heard John’s call from the kitchen. She had to make up an excuse. “Oh it’s just the office!” She called back before bringing the phone back to her ear. “I’m sorry doctor, but now isn’t a very appropriate time to call.” She whispered into the phone. “If I could just have a few moments of your time, I would really like to speak to you about Aasim.” The doctor pleaded with her. “Alright, go ahead.” She sighed as she leaned against the wall.

“How many doctors have you taken Aasim to?” Dr. white asked her. “Heh, name one.” Tracy said a little snarkily. “Dr. Jesup?” Dr. White asked. “The neuropsychologist? Seen him. And Dr. Brundle, and Dr. West, and Dr. Pretorius. We’ve seen them all and none of them could give us any answers.” Tracy explained to him with an exasperated sigh. “I figured as much.” He sighed quietly through the phone. “The problem is, with all the breakthroughs we’ve made with modern medicine, we still know very little about sleep.” He continued. “We know even less about dreaming. You’re being passed around from doctor to doctor because no one really knows how to help your son.”

Tracy gripped the phone tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white. “So are you calling me to tell me there’s no help for Aasim? No hope?” She asked him, pain lacing her words. “No, no, not at all, Mrs. Torres. I have a son myself. And as a father, I feel for what you and your husband must be going through.” Dr. White explained to her. “We don’t need empathy, we need help.” Tracy told him firmly. “And I want to help you, really I do. I just want to ask if you and your husband would be open to trying more.. non traditional therapies?”

..

“No, absolutely not, no way in hell.” John argued with his wife as he cleaned dishes at the sink. “Why not?” Tracy protested, exasperation in her voice. “Because it’s fucking insane.” He shot back, looking over at her. “Dr. White thinks it’ll work.” Tracy told him. “That guy is a fucking nut job!” John exclaimed as he dried his hands. “Do we have any other choice?” Tracy exclaimed, moving over so she was standing in front of him. “We see another doctor.” John told her, moving away towards the stove. “We have seen every goddamn specialist on the west coast!” Tracy snapped at him. “Then we fly to the east coast, find better doctors there.” John huffed impatiently. “And what will hear there that’s any different from what we’ve already heard here huh?” Tracy asked him, putting her hands on her hips. “Tracy, you’re talking about a treatment that is not FDA approved! You really wanna take that risk with our son?!” John exclaimed at her. “The only risk is if we don’t try something new.” Tracy hissed defensively.

John sighed and leaned against the counter top. “What is this thing called again?” He asked while he worked on dinner. “Sensory processing therapy.” Tracy told her husband. “It’s an 18 month long process. He can have visitors after six months but for that first period, it has to be me.” She explained. “Where?” John asked, turning to face his wife. “Somewhere remote. A cabin in the woods up in Oregon or Montana. We’ll dip into our savings to rent someplace.” She sighed, crossing her arms.

“Those savings are for Aasim’s college tuition.” John protested. “Well, he’s not gonna go to college if we don’t do something.” Tracy snapped back. “It’s just so cruel, Trac! You want our boy to spend 18 months alone with no friends, no family, not even his dad?! Is that what you want?!” He exclaimed at her. Tracy got mad at this point and got in John’s face. “What I want is a night where I’m not woken up by my son screaming in terror.” She hissed as he turned away, leaning over the counter.

“What’s it gonna be tonight John? Is it the dream where mommy and daddy have glass in their eyes?” Tracy asked with a scowl. “Trac..” Her husband whispered. “What about the one where rats come and bite of his fingers and toes?” She kept asking him, getting closer. “Please..” John whispered again, a little louder this time. “How about the one where daddy chops mommy’s head off?!” Tracy yelled. “STOP!” John shouted back, his clenched fist slamming against the countertop.

Tracy fell silent for a moment when she heard her husband start to weep quietly. “What do you think happens to a boy who dreams like that every night? Does he become Einstein or Bill gates? No! He becomes that other type of man you see in the paper. The one in an orange jumpsuit and his neighbors say ‘Oh! He seemed so normal!’” Tracy told John as he cried quietly.

Suddenly they both heard the sound of the kitchen door opening and they both looked over. “Daddy?” Aasim’s small voice called as he poked his head into the room. “Hey buddy, how about you go back into the living room, dinner will be ready in a few minutes.” John put on a fake smile as he wiped away his tears. “Okay.” Aasim mumbled before leaving the room. “It’s the only chance left, John.” Tracy whispered, looking back at her husband with sympathetic eyes. “Who’s gonna tell him?” He asked, meeting her gaze. “We both will.”

…

The hours ticked on as Aasim, Louis, and Brody looked at five more bodies. But it was always the same. On every cadaver’s brain was a small black triangle burned into the person’s frontal lobe. After checking out all the bodies, Aasim and Louis chatted quietly while Brody cleaned up. “It’s the government, that’s what I think.” Louis told Aasim as he leaned back in his chair. “When I was in Iraq, a friend of mine worked in this underground bunker. They were experimenting on monkeys.” He explained how his friend would see all these horribly deformed monkeys in cages, the terrible screaming they would make.

“Once, my friend saw this monkey with huge ass muscles, it looked like John Cena. They must have given it some kind of steroid trying to make it into some sort of super soldier.” Louis told Aasim. “I’m sorry, did you say a monkey that looks like John Cena?” Aasim started to snicker, a grin spreading across his lips. “I’m serious.” Louis told him, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. At this point, Aasim started full blown giggling. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m laughing.” He wheezed. “Maybe it’s because I’m so tired but that’s so fucking stupid.” Aasim cackled. “You wouldn’t be laughing if you were stuck in a cage with one of those fucking things.” Louis huffed, sitting up in his chair. Aasim eventually stopped laughing and wiped a tear from his eye.

“If this isn’t a government supervirus, what could it be?” Louis wondered out loud. “What else could burn a triangle into your brain?” The two of them then looked up when Brody walked over with a bottle of pills in her hands. “It’s time for a modafinil. These are each 600 milligrams. Split them in half.” She instructed as she handed a pill to Aasim to split with Louis. “And I don’t think the government is behind this.” Brody sighed as she took half a pill herself and closed the bottle. “They mess with other stuff like smallpox and influenza. That’s child’s play compared to this hell.” She sighed quietly as she put away the bottle.

Suddenly the sound of a ringtone filled the quiet room. It was Aasim’s phone. When he pulled it out of his pocket and saw the name, Aasim nearly dropped his phone. It was Mitch. He answered it almost immediately and held the phone up to his ear. “Mitch?” He asked. “Oh thank god, you’re okay.” Mitch’s relieved voice flooded his ear, making his heart beat wildly. “Don’t worry about me, what about you? Are you okay?” Aasim asked him urgently. “Yeah, I’m okay, I’m outside and where the fuck is everyone?” Mitch asked him, clear worry in his voice.

“I’ll explain later, can you get to the hospital?” Aasim asked him. “Yeah, yeah I can get there in a few minutes. I’m on the corner of main street and laurel.” Mitch explained, his breathing a little heavy. “What happened last night? I called you like twenty times.” Aasim asked him, he started pacing around the room at this point. “I was at Marlon’s party last night and I met this guy, Sean.” Mitch started to explain. “That fucking drug dealer?” Aasim asked, a small bit of anger in his voice. “He told me he was giving me ecstasy but I think it was speed because I’ve been tweaking out and completely wired for the past 15 hours.” Mitch explained.

“Look, we can talk more when you get here, how much longer will you be?” Aasim asked him, urgency and a little bit of impatience in his words. “I should be- oh wait! There’s a car coming! I’m waving them down.” A few seconds later, Aasim heard the sound of a car pulling up on the other side of the phone. “What kind of car is it?” Aasim asked him. “A white van, the windows are blacked out.” Mitch explained before Aasim heard the sound of a window rolling down. A familiar voice made Aasim’s blood run cold.

“Hey there. Where you headed?” An older man’s voice called from the car. The trespasser from the night before. “Santa Mero hospital. Can you drive me there?” Mitch asked the man. “Sure thing, hop on in.” The man responded. Aasim could just hear the man’s sinister grin. “Mitch, you have to get out of there.” Aasim told him through the phone. “What?” Mitch responded with confusion.

“RUN!”

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For what must have been the thirtieth time in the last thirty minutes, Matt glanced at his watch. Any time now the final bell of the school-day would be sounding and he would be able to go home. At least there he would be safe, he wouldn't have to keep looking over his shoulder all the time checking to see that Gary wasn't around. He'd already had a couple of narrow of escapes; at lunch time he'd seen Gary from a distance, chatting to his friends and laughing, Matt preferred not to think about what, and then later whilst changing classrooms, he'd seen the older boy coming towards him, but had quickly dodged into a side corridor out of the way. Up until yesterday things had been different. Matt had had a huge crush on Gary and would go out of his way just to catch a glimpse of the blond eighteen year old. But yesterday afternoon had changed all of that. Yesterday, Matt had been examined by the school doctor, and by a cruel twist of fate, Gary had also been present, assisting the doctor with some minor, routine tasks. Being naked and intimately examined in front of his idol had been bad enough, but Matt had been unable to prevent himself getting an erection during the examination and worst of all, he had disgraced himself completely when having the doctor's finger probing his anus had caused him to shoot off. Since then, Matt had been unable to even think of the older boy without wanting to die from shame. At last, the sound Matt had been waiting for; the bell marking the end of lessons. As the teacher packed away his notes, everyone moved towards the door, eager to be away and onto other things. As he reached the door, Matt held back, cautiously glancing out into the now crowded hallway to ensure the coast was clear. Good, no sign of Gary. The fourteen year old stepped out into the river of teenagers flowing towards the main school doors. "Hey, Matt. Hang on a sec." Matt froze in his tracks, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He glanced quickly back over his shoulder to see the sight he had dreaded; Gary was hurrying towards him. Determined to make his escape, Matt tried to push forwards through the other students but because it was so crowded he was unable to make much progress. He didn't look back again, pretending he hadn't heard Gary's call. He'd almost made it as far as the front doors when a hand closed on his arm, just above the elbow, pulling him around. "Just hang on a minute will you?" Gary said, obviously a little irritated that he'd had to chase Matt down a busy corridor. "Just leave me alone!" Matt tried to shake off Gary's hand, but the older boy held on. "Sure, if that's what you really want. But it would be nice if you would tell me what I've done wrong. I only wanted to ask you if you were ok. You seemed a bit upset at the end there, yesterday and you'd gone by the time I got out." "I'm fine," Matt lied. "Why shouldn't I be?" "So why have you been avoiding me?" "I haven't." Gary dragged the younger boy over to the side of the hallway where they wouldn't attract quite so much attention "Yes you have. At least twice today I've seen you hurry away or turn around and go back in the direction you were coming as soon as I appeared." Gary's irritation was growing. With an obvious effort he took a deep breath and continued in a calmer tone. "Look, you've no need to be embarrassed about what happened yesterday." "Oh yeah? That's easy for you to say." Gary may have calmed himself down, but Matt was just getting warmed up. "I bet you had a real good laugh after I'd gone. Told all your friends about it did you? Told them about the kid who shot off when he got a finger pushed up his arse?" Matt's voice had become louder and other students had caught that last word and were looking towards the two boys, curiously. The eighteen year old looked both hurt and annoyed by Matt's outburst. "Just shut up and listen to me you little idiot," he hissed. "I didn't laugh at you and I haven't mentioned what happened to anyone. Firstly, I had to sign some papers to say I wouldn't discuss anything I saw or heard with anyone else. Secondly, I know exactly how you feel about that little accident you had at the end because a similar thing happened to me at my last doctor's examination a couple of years ago. And thirdly and most importantly, I like you and I wouldn't do anythng that would hurt you. So get it into that thick, stubborn head of yours that I'm only here talking to you now because I was worried about you. Though from the way you're acting, I really don't know why I bothered!" Matt hung his head, his face burning at the rebuke. "Ok, I'm sorry," he muttered. Gary sighed. "Look, I think it would be really good for you to have a friend to talk to. I'd like to help, but right now I've got to go." He pulled a small notebook from is pocket, tore of a scrap of paper and scribbled something on it before holding it out to Matt. "Here's my mobile number. I'll be home anytime after six. If you want to talk, give me a call. If I don't hear from you tonight I won't bother you again, I promise. In fact, if it makes things easier for you we can just ignore each other from now on." Without looking up, Matt took the paper and scrunched it up in his hand. Wordlessly, Gary turned away and walked off down the corridor. All the way home, Gary's words replayed in Matt's head. The phrases "I like you" and "I was worried about you" repeated themselves over and over. The fourteen year old didn't know what to do; here was the perfect chance for him to get to know the boy he had worshipped from afar, but he was scared. He wanted to be friends with Gary, in fact he wanted to be much more than friends. But what if Gary was only interested in friendship and discovered that Matt wanted more than that? Matt didn't think he could handle the rejection if Gary decided he didn't wanted anything else to do with him. Then another thought struck Matt; Gary appeared awfully concerned over his well-being, seeing as they had never even spoken until yesterday. What if Gary himself wanted more than just friendship? Strangely, this last thought frightened Matt even more than any thoughts of rejection. So many "what ifs", he really didn't know what he was going to do. Matt was so quiet and absorbed during the family's evening meal that his mother became convinced that he was coming down with something and as soon as the meal was over she sent him up to his room, ordering him to rest and maybe have an early night. Up in his room, alone, Matt had more time than ever to think. He pulled the screwed up piece of paper out of his pocket and smoothed it out on the bed, staring at the row of hand-written digits as if they would be able to answer all of his questions. Time was getting on and he kept hearing Gary say "if I don't hear from you tonight I won't bother you again." Maybe that would be for the best, Matt decided, just let things slip back to the way they were before. That would certainly be the easiest option. He once more screwed up the paper and throwing it in the general direction of the small rubbish basket by the side of his desk, he picked up a book and settled down on his bed to read. Half a page later and not remembering a single word he had read, Matt tossed the book aside. Not giving himself time to think, he jumped up from the bed, scooped up the paper and headed downstairs to the phone which was in the hallway by the front door. Quickly he smoothed out the paper and dialled the number. His heart thudded in his chest as he listened to the ringing on the other end of the line, half hoping that there would be no answer. "Hello?" A girl's voice! Matt slammed the phone down in a panic. What would a girl be doing answering Gary's mobile? The answer to this question was obvious; Gary had a girlfriend. Matt cursed himself for a fool. The blond haired, blue eyed, eighteen year old prefect was the best looking boy in the school, of course he had a girlfriend. As the young teen stood staring at the telephone wondering what to do next, it started to ring. With a start Matt realised that when he'd dialled the mobile, his own number would have come up on the other phone. This was probably Gary ringing back. He listened to it ring, not daring to answer it. A few rings later, Matt's mother appeared from the kitchen looking harassed, her hands covered in flour. When she saw the boy standing by the phone she stopped in her tracks. "Matthew, what on earth is the matter with you tonight? Don't just stand there like an idiot letting that thing ring, answer it!" She turned and went back into the kitchen. Hesitantly, Matt put out his hand and lifted the handset to his ear. "Hello?" "Hi, this is Gary Atkins. Someone from that number just tried to call me but I think you were cut off." Matt had to force himself to speak. "Yeah. Er... Hi, Gary. It's me, Matt. You said to call." "Matt? Are you ok? What's the matter? I didn't recognise your voice, you sound scared half to death." "No, I'm fine, really." Matt tried to take a grip on himself. "I wondered if it was you," said Gary. "That's why I called back. I'm really glad you decided to ring." "I didn't know you had a girlfriend." In his nervousness, Matt just spewed out the thing that was uppermost on his mind. "Girlfriend? I don't have a... Oh, you mean Zoe? The girl who answered the phone? She's just my dorky sister! Ow!" Gary's shout of pain proved that his "dorky sister" was still close by. "Look, Matt, you want to meet up or something? Where do you live?" "Landsmeer Road," Matt replied, automatically. His mind was still digesting the information that Gary didn't have a girlfriend after all. "Hey, that's not far away from me. I'm at Jamieson Gardens, number 2. You can come round if you like." "What, now?" "Yeah, unless you've got something else planned." "Well, no, I guess not." "That's great, come on round then. We can get to know each other a bit better. We don't have to talk about yesterday if you don't want to, it's up to you." "Ok, give me about twenty minutes. I need to get changed." Part of Matt's mind kept telling him he was dreaming. He couldn't believe he was actually agreeing to go round to Gary's house. "No problem, but don't go getting dressed up or anything, we're just going to sit around and talk or whatever." Matt said goodbye to Gary and put the phone down, wishing he'd said he needed more time to get ready. It would only take him around five minutes to walk the short distance to Gary's house, but how was he going to get changed and make his hair look decent in just fifteen minutes? In fact it took Matt longer than the fifteen minutes he had allowed himself to get ready. In total it took him a little under half an hour to get the quickest shower he'd taken in his life, find and dress in what he thought would be suitable clothes then stand in front of the mirror with gel and a comb adjusting his all important hair. Finally he was satisfied. Another few minutes went by as he argued with his mother. After his strange behaviour earlier, she worried that he might have picked up some sort of bug and didn't think it would be good for him to spend the evening "wandering the streets". It took a lot of fast talking, but eventually he managed to convince her that he was just going over to a friend's house so they could do some studying together. Reluctantly, she agreed that he could go, after he had promised that he wouldn't be late back. Less than five minutes later he was standing at the door of No.2 Jamieson Gardens trying to find the courage to ring the doorbell. Nervously he put out his hand to push the button. However, before he could do so the door opened. In the doorway stood a girl, perhaps a couple of years older than himself. Matt thought he recognised her from school, but he wasn't sure. He supposed she was quite pretty, for a girl anyway, and she was certainly dressed to kill, wearing a halter top that left her entire stomach exposed and a skirt that hardly came any lower than her hips. She was obviously on her way out and was surprised to find someone on the front step. "Hey, wouldya look at this?" she said, looking Matt up and down. "You look good enough to eat, and I'm feelin' hungry! What's a young stud like you doing on my doorstep?" Matt took an involuntary step backwards. "I've come to see Gary," he said, trying to sound confident and failing miserably. The girl gave him a considering look before replying. "You sure you wouldn't rather I take you out and show you a good time?" Then she grinned and shook her head. "I guess not. I'll say one thing for my brother, he's got good taste." She stood to one side in the doorway, holding the door open. "Go on through, Matt, isn't it? Gary's in his room. Top of the stairs and first door on your left. Better knock before you go in though, just in case he's playin' with his dick." "Er... thanks," Matt replied, not able to stop himself from blushing as he squeezed past the girl. "You've got the cutest face I've seen in a long time," she laughed. "Pity I can't hang around. Enjoy yourselves." Still laughing, she went out, closing the door behind her. Matt climbed the stairs and turned left. There was the door, this must be Gary's room. He knocked softly, not giving himself time to think, frightened that if allowed himself to hesitate, he'd turn straight back around and go home. The door opened almost immediately and Gary's face split in a smile as he saw who had been knocking. "Matt, come on in. You found the address ok? Did Zoe let you in?" "Yeah, I found it no problem," Matt replied. "I used to deliver newspapers around this way so I know all the streets." He quickly look Gary up and down. The eighteen year old had changed out of his school clothes and into a pair of tight denim jeans and a cotton button-up shirt. Matt thought he look sexy as hell. "The girl downstairs was your sister?" he asked. "Yeah, that's Zoe." "She wanted to take me out and show me a good time," Matt smiled, shyly. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" Gary grinned. "You could have gone with her but I'm not sure you would have the stamina to keep up, I know I wouldn't. You want me to take your jacket?" Matt unzipped his jacket and pulled it off, handing it to the older boy and Gary hung it on a hook on the bedroom door. "You look good," said Gary, casually. He indicated that Matt should sit on the bed and seated himself in a swivel chair. "Thanks," Matt replied, keeping his eyes down because he was afraid that if he looked at the eighteen year old he would end up blushing. There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments as if neither boy knew what to say. "So, you feeling better than when I saw you earlier?" Gary asked. "I suppose so," said Matt, unconvincingly. Gary gave the younger boy a smile. "Like I said, I know how you feel. I did exactly the same thing a couple of years ago. The doctor took forever examining my dick and balls, which was more than little bit embarrassing, especially as there was this woman nurse there watching and I was completely hard the whole time. Then he pushed his finger up me and it was like a volcano erupting. There was cum all over the place. We're talking serious humiliation here! I just wanted to die." "Yeah, that's how I felt." Matt gave a shy smile. "I'll let you into a secret though," said Gary. "I went home that night, jerked off and shot the biggest load ever, even though I'd shot off in the examination just a few hours earlier. It was two years ago now and it still gets me hard when I think about." Matt's face turned red and he looked away, guiltily. "I thought so," Gary laughed, reaching across to playfully slap the younger boy on the leg. "You did exactly the same thing last night, didn't you?" Embarrassed, Matt nodded. "Don't feel guilty about it," said Gary. "I used your examination as my own jerk off fantasy last night as well." His handsome face turned more serious as he said the last part. "You did?" This was not something Matt had expected to hear. "Yeah. Promise me you won't freak out or anything?" There was now no sign of laughter in Gary's expression. He looked deadly serious and more than a little nervous. "I'll try not to," said Matt. He was feeling nervous himself as he wondered what Gary was going to say. Gary took a deep breath. "Watching the doctor examining all those guys yesterday got me horny as hell. Then at the end of the day, you came in. Watching him examine you was almost torture. You've no idea how hard I was wishing that that doctor was me." "Oh." Matt was lost for words. Gary got up from the chair and turned away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you that," he said. "I guess now you think I'm some sort of perv." Once more there was a long silence, that seemed to stretch on and on. This time it was Matt who spoke first, his voice soft and frightened. "I was wishing the same thing." Gary turned around to face the younger boy. Matt looked up at him with big, round eyes. "I was wishing that it was you in the place of the doctor," said the fourteen year old. It took a moment for Matt's words to register, then Gary's face split in the widest grin ever. "You're kidding? You really were really wishing it was me giving you the examination?" He retook his seat in the swivel chair and pulled it up close in front of Matt until they were sitting with their knees almost touching. "I like you Matt. I like you a lot," he said, leaning forwards, his voice gentle. "I think... well, what I'm trying to say is... oh, damn it!" He reached out his hands and placing one each side of Matt's head he gently but firmly pulled the boy's face towards his own. To Matt this was like a dream. He'd been scared to death when he revealed his fantasy to the older boy, even after he had already heard Gary's confession. He didn't resist as his head was guided forwards, he just went along with the flow, not really thinking about what was happening. Then, suddenly, their lips met. Matt returned to the real world with a jolt that left his brain reeling and his heart thumping in his chest. He was actually kissing Gary! He'd never even kissed a girl before; well, not properly anyway, now here he was kissing another boy. He felt a moment of panic; things were moving too fast, out of his control. Then it dawned on him that this was what he had been dreaming about for such a long time. He relaxed completely and gave himself up to the strange new sensations and emotions that were flowing through him. Gary's lips parted slightly and Matt felt the tip of Gary's tongue press lightly against his own mouth. He opened up and let the older boy inside. Gary tasted so sweet, his tongue was so soft. Matt felt himself growing dizzy and noticed a slight pain in his chest. He tried to ignore it but it was getting steadily worse. He almost laughed when he realised the reason for the pain; he hadn't been breathing. With an effort, he pulled away from the eighteen year old, breaking the kiss, and drew a deep, shuddering breath. "You ok?" Gary asked, a gentle smile on his lips. "Yeah," Matt nodded. "I guess I forgot to breathe." Gary gave an affectionate laugh and gently stroked the side of the younger boy's face. "Will you be my boyfriend, Matt?" "What?" Even after the kiss this came as a shock. "You mean me and you? Together? I don't know. What will happen if anyone finds out?" Gary gave a shrug. "We don't have to tell anyone. Personally I'm sick of hiding and don't care what people think or say. But I wouldn't want you to get hurt, so we can keep it our secret if you like." For a long moment Matt appeared deep in thought. Then his face lit up with a smile. "Alright then." "Yay!" With a cry of delight better suited to a preteen than a fully grown eighteen year old, Gary launched himself forwards and embraced Matt in a tight hug. "I never thought I'd be the boyfriend of the cutest, best looking boy in the whole school." "I'm not the best looking boy in the school," Matt protested. "Of course you are," said Gary. "When was the last time you looked in the mirror?" This question caused Matt to give an embarrassed laugh. "My mum would tell you I spend half my life in front of a mirror. But that's only because I was trying to look good so that you might notice me." "You've been trying to get me to notice you?" "Yeah, for months now." "You little tease!" Gary wrestled Matt onto his back on the bed and began to tickle him mercilessly. Matt fought back, but he was no match for the bigger, older boy. "No, stop, please," he laughed. "I'm sorry." "What are you sorry for?" Gary demanded, still tickling. "Anything you like," cried Matt, desperately. Gary stopped, but kept Matt pinned down by his arms as he sat astride the boy's hips. "Alright, I'll let you go, but you're gonna have to pay a forfeit." "Anything you like," repeated Matt, breathlessly, still giggling even though the tickling had stopped. "Anything? Are you sure?" "Yeah, anything at all, just don't tickle me any more." "Ok, I'll let you go if you'll let me examine you, like the doctor did yesterday." It was like someone turning off a switch. Matt's laughter stopped instantly. "You're serious?" "Yeah, I am. We'll both get chance to play out our fantasies at the same time." Matt looked both nervous and doubtful. "I dunno. I've never done anything like that before." "'Course you have. What about yesterday afternoon?" "That was different. He was a real doctor. It was part of his job to touch me like that." "Yeah, but I'm your boyfriend, remember? I may not be a real doctor, but I'd sure get a real thrill from being able to touch you all over." Matt looked as if he were seriously considering the request, then a sly smile spread slowly across his face. "Ok, we can play 'doctor', but at some stage you have to get naked as well. If you get to see me again, it's only fair that I get to see you." "I'll do even better than that, I'll make a deal with you," suggested Gary, returning the smile. "If tonight isn't better than the hottest fantasy you've ever had, I'll become your complete slave for the next month." "Be careful, I might hold you to that." "I hope you do," Gary replied. "Being your slave might be fun." He rolled off from on top of the younger boy and climbed off the bed. "C'mon, time for you to get some of those clothes off so that Dr. Gary can examine you." A little reluctantly, Matt got to his feet. "What if someone comes in?" he asked worriedly, as he began to unfasten the buttons on the front of his shirt. "Relax," said Gary. "It's just me and you. We've got the whole house to ourselves. Zoe's out with her friends so isn't likely to be home before midnight, Mum is working a late shift and doesn't finish until 10 and I haven't seen my dad since I was 6, so it's highly unlikely that he's gonna walk in here tonight. Just stop worrying and enjoy it." He sat back in the swivel chair to watch Matt's slow strip. If anything, Matt was even more nervous than he had been the previous day when he had undressed in preparation for his school medical. The circumstances had been similar in that Gary had watched him strip then as well. This time though, it would be the older boy who would be touching him, not the doctor. The thought sent a tingle of excitement through the young teenager. It was strange feeling, being so scared yet at the same time wanting this so much. The air in the room felt cool on his skin as he removed his shirt and let it drop to the floor. Even though he'd only removed his shirt, he already felt almost naked under Gary's intense gaze. He began to move a little faster; a slow strip might have been more erotic, but it wasn't doing anything for Matt's nerves. Quickly he pulled off his shoes and socks then unfastened his trousers, dropped them down and stepped out of them. As he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, ready to remove this final item of clothing, Gary stopped him. "Leave them on for now," said the older boy. "I'll take them off for you when I'm ready." He got up from his chair and approached Matt. "Ready to be examined?" he grinned. "Yeah, I guess." Gary placed his hand on Matt's chest. "Heartbeat is good and strong, maybe a bit fast though." He proceeded to run his hands all over the younger boy's upper body, pausing every so often to stroke and lightly pinch the youngster's nipples. In spite of his nervousness, Matt was beginning to enjoy Gary's attention. The doctor's touch had been brief, cold and impersonal, whereas Gary's was firm and lingering. Every so often Gary's hand would go a little lower and stroke across Matt's stomach, brushing the waistband of the boy's shorts. Each time this happened, Matt's heart gave a small jump as he anticipated Gary's hand going down inside his shorts, and each time the fourteen year old felt a slight pang of disappointment as the older boy's hand once more moved upwards instead of down. "Let's have a look in your mouth." Gary stopped his exploration of Matt's torso and took the boy's chin in his hand. Matt obediently opened his mouth, happy to go along with the play-acting. "Hmm, looks ok," said Gary, peering intently into the fourteen year old's oral cavity. "I think we should perform a quick test though." Still keeping hold of the boy's chin, he placed the tip of the index finger of his other hand into Matt's mouth. "Close your lips around this and suck on it as hard as you can." Surprised at the strange request, Matt began to suck on the Gary's finger. "Suck harder," the older boy instructed. "We've a vacuum-cleaner downstairs that can do better than that!" Matt felt his face turning red with effort as sucked on the digit for all he was worth. Eventually, out of breath he pulled back, panting. "I can't..." he laughed. His mouth twitching as he tried to hold back his own laughter, Gary shook his head. "It's serious I'm afraid. Your suck muscles are badly underdeveloped and need a rigorous exercise programme to get them working properly. I've got just the treatment in mind." He let go of Matt's chin and with a mischievous grin he brushed his hand across the front of his own crotch. Matt's eyes widened as he realised what Gary was alluding to and his face which had started to regain its natural colour quickly reddened again. "You know, you really are incredibly cute when you blush," Gary pointed out. Of course, this made Matt even worse. He stared down at his feet, flattered by Gary's words yet at the same time annoyed with himself for not having more control. Once more taking hold of Matt's chin. Gary turned the young teen's head to the side. "Time to check your ears." "Arghh! Don't! Stop it!" Matt began to squirm and giggle and Matt's finger moved around inside his one of his ears. "I don't remember you telling the doctor to stop it, yesterday," Gary pointed out. "No, but he wasn't trying to tickle me to death," laughed Matt. "I'm going to have to remember that," said Gary. "Ticklish around the ears. It could come in useful if you misbehave." "I never misbehave," said Matt. "I'm a good boy." "Damn. I wish you'd told me that before I asked you to be my boyfriend. Where's the fun in life if we don't get to misbehave once in a while." "Maybe I'd better start then," Matt grinned. "I really think you should," Gary agreed. "But before you do, I'd better make sure you're physically up to it." Gary sat himself down on the edge of the bed and pulled Matt to stand directly in front of him. "You ready for this next bit?" Matt didn't answer, he just nodded. Suddenly he felt more nervous that at any time since he had entered the room. But it was a strange sort of nervousness. On the one hand he felt scared half to death, yet on the other hand he desperately wanted to feel the intimate closeness of Gary's hands touching him everywhere. "Yeah, I'm ready," he croaked, finally finding his voice. In one smooth motion, Gary lowered Matt's shorts to the ground and the younger boy stepped out of them. Matt stood, completely naked, is arms at his sides, feeling more than a little uncomfortable. He realised he wasn't hard; in fact his dick didn't even show the slightest signs of excitement, hanging limply down in front of his balls. "Erm... I guess I'm a bit nervous," he stammered, feeling that he ought to explain his lack of arousal. With an understanding smile, Gary put out his hand and took hold of Matt's penis, simply wrapping his fingers around the soft member and holding it. Matt gave an involuntary gasp. His pulse was racing and his mouth had gone dry. Gary was actually touching him "down there". In spite of his lack of erection, the other boy's touch felt so good. "Feels like a normal, healthy penis," Gary observed, keeping up his role-play. "Let's have a look under the hood. With deft fingers, he held the base of Matt's dick with one hand and used the other to push the skin right back. Squeezing the exposed head slightly to open up the slit, he peered closely at it. "Yep, this looks fine." Pulling the foreskin back over the head, he kept hold of the cock with one hand while taking hold of Matt's balls with the other, rolling them around gently. "Hmm, when did you last jerk-off?" "This morning," Matt blushed. Gary nodded. "I think we ought to get this thing hard, then you can give me a demonstration of how you jerk-off." He started to pull gently on Matt's dick. "You are kidding, right?" Matt asked. "You don't really want to watch me do that?" "I sure do," said Gary. "I don't want you to actually shoot, just play with yourself a little. I want to see how you do it." Matt watched with a sort of surreal detachment as his penis was masturbated by the other boy. In spite of his nervousness, he was quickly becoming hard. Gary's touch felt better than he'd ever imagined it would, yet at the same time this whole scene had a dream like quality that left him wondering if it was really happening. Giving Matt's now hard dick a final extra firm squeeze, Gary got up from the bed. "Come on, Matt. Sit down here and show me how you jack off." Self-consciously, Matt sat down, his legs apart, and took hold of his solid shaft. He'd done this so many times at home in his own room, but never ever dreamed that he would be doing it with someone else watching. His eyes focussed on some undetermined point on the bedroom carpet, he gave a couple of slow strokes up and down the entire length of his erection, wishing he didn't feel so embarrassed about doing it front of Gary. Then he remembered Gary's promise that if this didn't turn out to be the hottest experience of his life, the older boy would become his slave for a month. That would be really something! He started to imagine some of the things he would make Gary do. As he started moving his hand in a steady rhythm, he shyly raised his eyes. "You really are the most beautiful boy in the world." Gary's words were so soft they were barely audible. He stood as if in a trance, apparently oblivious to everything but the naked fourteen year old sitting just feet away from him. Matt's stroking became firmer. The embarrassment he had felt just a couple of minutes ago was rapidly disappearing to be replaced by a simple need for release. He started to breathe deeply, already feeling the familiar tingle in his groin. "Hang on. I don't want you to shoot." Gary had reached out and took hold of Matt's wrist. He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I should have stopped you sooner, but I guess I was enjoying the show." "Another few seconds and the show would have been over," Matt panted, trying not too sound too disappointed. "Now that you're done examining me, isn't it time that I got to do you?" "In a few minutes," said Gary, smiling. "Just a little longer then I promise that I'm all yours. I just need to check out your cute rear end first." "What? You mean like doctor did?" "Yeah, this is the bit I've been especially looking forwards to." Gary waved his finger in the air suggestively. "I dunno," said Matt, staring at Gary's extended finger and feeling more than a little uncertain. The doctor's finger going up inside him had not felt anything like as bad as he had expected. In fact it hadn't felt bad at all, quite the contrary. But in spite of that, for some reason the thought still frightened him. "Alright. If you don't want to, that's ok. Rule number one; when it comes to anything to do with sex, with me or with anyone else, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Ever. Period." Gary's expression had turned serious as he said this, but then he grinned. "So I guess that now it really is time for you to 'do me'. You want to watch me take my clothes off, or do you want to do it for me?" "You'll stop if it hurts, won't you?" "Erm, well, if you want. But it's never hurt when I've got undressed before. Or are you worried that the sight of my bare flesh will be painful?" Gary was smiling, but Matt didn't return the smile. "Pushing your finger in me. You'll stop if it hurts?" Gary put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Look, Matt, it's no big deal. You don't have to do it just to please me. I want what we do together to be fun, and it sure won't be fun if you're doing something you don't like." "No, you don't understand." Matt forced himself to smile. "I guess I'm just a bit scared, that's all. But as long as you go slow, I want to do it." "You sure?" "Yeah." For several seconds, Gary gazed into Matt's eyes. Matt returned the stare, trying to look as confident as he could. Though he was still very nervous, all uncertainty had gone. He really did want to feel Gary's finger inside him. He also wanted to feel Gary's hand on his cock again. He wanted to feel Gary's lips pressed against his own. He actually ached to be touched by the older boy. He was sitting on the bed, naked, his legs open and his cock hard, longing to feel Gary's hands on every part of his body. "Ok!" Gary's face split in the widest grin Matt had ever seen. "Let's do it. Don't move, I'll be right back." He rushed out of the room, returning moments later with a small tube in his hand. "Just needed to get this from the bathroom. I usually keep some in that drawer next to the bed, but I've run out. Right, get up on the bed on your elbows and knees; let the doctor do his stuff." Feeling a strange mixture of nerves and excitement, Matt got into position. His head was down and his rear was sticking up into the air. As he glanced back he could see Gary standing directly behind, unscrew the top from the tube and squeeze some sort of gel stuff onto his finger. The next thing he knew, Gary's finger was smearing the cool, sticky goo across his exposed arse-hole. The thought that Gary was touching him in so intimate a place caused his cock to lurch and a shudder went through his body. "You ok?" "Yeah. It feels good." "I haven't started yet," said Gary. "But here we go. Try and relax, and yell out if you want me to stop." Matt felt a pressure against his hole. Involuntarily he tensed up, but immediately forced himself to relax, afraid that Gary wouldn't go through with it if he suspected the younger boy was in any way reluctant. A small gasp escaped him as he felt the tip of Gary's finger penetrate and his hole was forced open further as the probing digit slid slowly inside. After a second, Gary pulled the finger out again, then back in, a little further this time, slowly working the lubricant inside the boy's body. A few seconds later Matt felt Gary's knuckles pressed against his arse cheek and knew that his friend's finger was now inside him as deep as it would go. He gave a satisfied sigh. "Still feel good?" "Really good." "Ok, let's try it another way." Gary withdrew his finger. "Roll over onto your back and pull your knees up towards your shoulders." Following Gary's suggestion, Matt realised that he was now more exposed than ever. Every private part of his body was on show at the same time. The thought that Gary was seeing him like this caused his cock to twitch on his stomach. Gary seated himself on the bed, next to Matt and leaning forwards he took hold of the twitching organ. Matt's erection had caused his foreskin to pull back a little, exposing some of the reddish coloured head and the slit, sticky with precum. "You seem a little overexcited, young man," said Gary, mimicking the doctor's tone from the previous day as he ran his thumb across the top of the sensitive, swollen head. All Matt could do was groan as Gary's touch caused a jolt of pleasure to hit him somewhere deep between his legs. "I think we should do something about this," Gary continued. He bent Matt's erection until it was pointing almost straight up and peeled his foreskin all the way back before running his thumb slowly around the edge of the exposed glans. At the same time he pressed his lubricated finger against the boy's arse hole and slid it all the way inside." "Ooh!" The groan forced it's way between Matt's tightly compressed lips and he pulled his knees even further up in an effort to open himself as wide as possible and get more of Gary's finger inside him. "Not so tense, just try and relax," said Gary, releasing Matt's cock to take hold the boy's nearest arm. "Let go with this hand and move your arm out of the way. Put it up behind your head." This small adjustment of position gave Gary better access to the youngster's swollen boyhood. Matt really couldn't believe what happened next. Once more taking hold of the boy's erection, Gary lowered his head and with his tongue he licked over and around the top of the Matt's swollen meat. Then opening his lips further, he took the erection into his mouth to about half way down the shaft. "Oh god!" Matt's whole body shuddered. This was something he hadn't even dared dream about. He'd heard about cock-sucking and had even read about it happening in stories. But that's all they were, stories. It couldn't really be happening to him. But it was. Gary's lips were moving up and down his shaft and the entire head of cock was held inside the warm wetness of the older teen's mouth. All Matt could do was close his eyes and give himself over to the incredible sensations coursing through his young body. Gary's mouth around his dick, Gary's finger moving in and out of his arse. He felt his hips trying to thrust up from the bed in an attempt to fuck Matt's mouth. The muscle's around his hole were clamped tightly around Matt's finger trying to draw it deep inside. The familiar pressure was building inside his groin. A sudden wave of panic raced though him as he realised that he was about to cum and his cock was still in Gary's mouth. "Gary! I'm gonna shoot!" he managed to groan, but wasn't sure if the other boy had heard. It was no use, he couldn't hold it back; he didn't want to hold it back. With a strangled cry he felt his erection begin to spasm as the white, sticky boy-seed erupted from the tip. One, two spurts into Gary's mouth, before Matt felt the older boy pull back and the sudden coolness around his dick told him his next two spurts were in the open air. Matt opened his eyes so see Gary's face smiling happily across at him. There was cum dribbling down the boy's chin and further splashes across his cheek and his nose. He looked a mess. Matt was about to tell him so, but he never got the chance. "Well, that was quite a show. What're you guys going to do for an encore?" Matt's eyes shot across to the half-open door, to the figure standing in the doorway. Gary, who had his back to the door, spun around to face the intruder. "Zoe!" In panic, Matt's hands flew down in an effort to cover his now spent erection. He rolled onto his side putting his back to Zoe and brought his knees up to his stomach. He realised that this gave the girl a good view of his rear, but considered that this was better than the alternative. Not that she hadn't already had a good look at everything he had to offer anyway! Strangely, from Matt's point of view, Gary seemed little more than mildly annoyed with the unexpected intrusion. "I thought you were going to be out all evening," said the eighteen year old, obviously irritated, but not at all embarrassed at being caught by his younger sister with his lips around a boy's cock. Matt, glancing over his shoulder, saw Zoe give a shrug. She then grinned at the young teen and gave him a wink before replying to her brother. "I intended to be. But Cheryl decided to go off with Phil and Carl, and you know what I think of Phil. The guy is a total tosser. So I left her to it and came home. Though I'm glad I did, now. Your little friend is seriously cute. I thought he was pretty hot when I let him in, but now that I've seen him naked... Wow!" Matt looked quickly away to try and hide the fact that he was blushing furiously. "That's enough, Zoe," said Gary, his tone cool. "Can't you see you're embarrassing Matt?" "Yeah, his neck and shoulders have gone all pink," the girl laughed. Gary grabbed the nearest thing to hand, which happened to be Matt's shorts and threw them at his sister. "Just go!" She caught the shorts easily and opened them out, inspecting them closely. "Hey, a souvenir. I might make little Mattie pay a forfeit to get these back." Matt gave a groan. "Zoe!" Gary took a step towards the door. "Alright, I'm going." Zoe tossed her brother the shorts. "Better clean that cum off your face, big brother, it's dripping onto your shirt." With a final laugh and another wink at Matt, she went out, pulling the door closed. Sighing, Gary sat down on the bed a stroked Matt's shoulder. "Sorry about that, Zoe can be a real pain sometimes." "She saw what we were doing. She saw me naked. She saw my dick and probably saw me shoot and everything." Matt tried to keep the panic out of his voice but was failing miserably. "Hey, calm down," said Gary, gently stroking the side of Matt's face. "Zoe's cool, she's not about to tell anybody what she's seen. As to her seeing you naked, try not to worry about it, she's seen me naked loads of times." "She has?" "Yeah, I've even let her watch me jack-off a few times." Seeing the disbelieving look on Matt's face, Gary went on to explain. "She offered to let me watch her doing whatever it is that girls do when they're alone if I would let her watch me play with my dick. I wasn't interested in seeing her, but I let her watch me, just for the hell of it. It was sort of exciting in a weird kinda way. That's why I've done it a few times since. You should try it." "I don't think so!" Matt muttered. "Aren't you bothered that she caught you sucking another guy?" "Zoe's known I like boys almost as long as I have. We've talked about it loads. But she's never once told anyone else about it. So quit worrying." Matt's heart rate was almost back to normal as he slowly recovered from a combination of the best orgasm of his life and shock of Zoe's unexpected entrance. "I suppose it's ok," he said, not totally convinced, but definitely feeling a little better about the situation. "She was right about one thing though." He gave a smile. "That mess on your face is dripping down onto your shirt." "Yeah? I guess I'd better get cleaned up." Gary pulled a tissue from a box on the bedside cabinet and used it to wipe away Matt's cum from around his mouth and nose. "That better?" "Much." "Good." Gary leaned down, moving his lips towards Matt's. The fourteen year old momentarily shied back from the kiss. But his reluctance only lasted a second before he gave in and willingly and even eagerly received Gary's lips with his own. Gary's mouth had a slightly salty taste and Matt realised this was the residue of his own recent ejaculation, much of which the older boy had swallowed. As the boys kissed, Gary's hand played lightly across Matt's naked torso; a delicate, fingertip touch that caused every hair on Matt's body to stand on end. Matt was in heaven. His ordeal yesterday, with the doctor, was forgotten. Even being caught in an extremely embarrassing position by Zoe just minutes ago was forgotten. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted to feel Gary's touch on every inch of his body. He gave a muffled groan deep in his throat as Gary's fingers moved across his lower stomach to tug gently at his small patch of pubic hair, nudging against the base of his limp cock. Gary correctly interpreted the groan to mean that Matt wanted more and the older teen's touch became firmer as he began to massage the boy's dick and balls. In spite of just having shot a huge load, just minutes before, Matt was amazed to feel stirrings in his groin as his penis once more began to twitch and stiffen. "No need to ask whether you like that," said Gary, gently, as he broke the kiss. Matt looked directly into Gary's eyes, the boy's handsome face just inches from his own, as he tried to make sense of what he was feeling. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. His chest hurt and his stomach was full of butterflies and his groin... well, his rapidly hardening dick was evidence enough of what was happening down there! Until yesterday they had been relative strangers, passing each other in the school corridors, never even having spoken to each other. Matt didn't think Gary had even known his name. Now Matt was laying naked on Gary's bed, the older boy's hand around his stiff cock. "What's the matter?" Gary's voice held concern as he picked up on Matt's confusion. "I'm scared." Gary's hand immediately left the boy's groin and moved up to his face, stroking his cheek gently. "Why? I thought you were enjoying it?" "I am," Matt said quickly, suddenly afraid that Gary had jumped to the wrong idea. "It's just that, I dunno, I guess I've dreamed about this happening for so long and now it has. I'm scared it's not real. Everything's happened so fast and I'm scared it will all disappear just as fast. I'm only fourteen and I'm nobody and you're eighteen and you're probably the most popular boy in the school. You can probably get almost any girl or boy that you want, so where does that leave me? I'm scared that you won't want me." "Hey, slow down!" Gary put his arm around the boy's shoulders and hugged the naked youngster to him. After a moment he released his hold a little, allowing him to look into the boy's eyes. "First off, you are not 'nobody'; don't ever let me hear you say that again. I'm flattered that you think I'm so popular and that I can get anyone I want, but even if that were true, which it isn't, it wouldn't change anything; I want you. If you're thinking that tonight is a one-off and that I intended to play around with you and then dump you then you couldn't be more wrong. I'll be honest, when I've seen you around the school, I've thought to myself that you were cute and that I wouldn't mind a bit of fun with you, but I've thought that about other guys as well. Getting the chance to help the doctor yesterday was like an early Christmas present. It really turned me on getting to see all those guys naked, especially getting the chance to see them hard as well. Then at the end you turned up, the cutest of them all, and I couldn't wait to see you with your clothes off. But seeing you standing there, naked and so nervous about what was going to happen, I realised I felt different about you than I'd felt about the others. I just wanted to put my arms around you and take you out of there. You know, when you shot off at the end, I probably felt almost as bad about it as you did. Then you went and said my name." "You heard that?" Yeah, I heard. That was the thing that gave me the idea that just maybe you were as interested in me as I was in you. You're not just a one night stand to me Matt. I really like you a lot. I think you're special and I was serious when I asked you to be my boyfriend. Forget the fact than I'm a bit older than you, it doesn't matter. If you want to take things more slowly, we can leave off this sex stuff and just spend time together. Just please don't be scared, the last thing I want is to hurt you." "I'm sorry." "What for?" "For everything. This all feels so strange." Gary gave Matt another hug. "You've nothing to be sorry about. You want to put some clothes on?" "No." "No? Does that mean you want to play some more?" Matt smiled shyly. "It's feels kinda good, being naked and having you touch me everywhere. Also, I haven't had chance to see you yet." "I was hoping you'd say that," Gary grinned. He let go of Matt and climbed off the bed. "Roll onto your back and shuffle into the middle." As soon as Matt had moved into position, Gary got back onto the bed and sat astride the boy's stomach. Reaching behind himself, he took hold of Matt's erection and bending it until it was pointing straight up, he slowly shuffled backwards until his denim encased rear was pressed firmly against Matt's swollen shaft. One more small shuffle back and Matt's cock was pushed further down towards his feet. Now even the tiniest movement that Gary made caused the rough material of his jeans to rub against Matt's straining erection. Experimentally, Gary wriggled his hips from side to side, causing Matt to moan with pleasure. "Better not do that," Matt groaned. "You're gonna make me cum again." "That's the idea," Gary grinned. "But not just yet though. We're going to have some fun first." He pulled the bottom of his shirt out of his jeans and unfastened and bottom couple of buttons. Taking hold of Matt's wrist, he pushed the boy's hand up under the bottom of the garment. Matt could take a hint. He began exploring Gary's body with his fingers, moving them up over the boy's tight stomach towards his chest. Soon his other hand joined the first. This was the first time he'd ever touched another boy in this way and he delighted in the feel of the soft, silky smoothness of Gary's skin under his hands. After a few seconds of this, Gary began to slowly unfasten the buttons of his shirt, working upwards from bottom to top. With Matt's hands still moving underneath, the shirt was gradually pushed open, exposing more and more of the older boy's torso. As Gary unfastened the last button, the shirt fell fully open and now Matt could see as well as touch his boyfriend's upper body. Gary's love of sports had developed and toned his naturally slim physique. His hairless chest was well defined without being muscular, his skin smooth and almost unblemished. Matt traced the outline of older boy's pecs with his fingers. "Wow, I wish my body looked like that," he sighed. "Then I wouldn't mind who saw me without my shirt on." "You don't look so bad," Gary smiled, running his own fingers over Matt's torso. "I think you're beautiful as you are." He pushed his open shirt back off his shoulders, letting it slide down and off his arms before tossing it aside. After giving his hips another wriggle to ensure Matt's dick stayed as excited as ever, he unfastened his belt and slowly pulled it out from its loops, throwing this in the same direction as his shirt. Then he grinned down at the boy beneath him. "I suppose I'm going to have to get up to take the rest off. Just don't you go getting soft on me." He reached behind and gave Matt's erection a playful squeeze. "Not much chance of that," Matt groaned. He watched as Gary climbed off the bed and slowly began to remove the rest of his clothes, pausing when he was down to just his shorts. "You sure you want me to take these off?" Gary asked, teasingly, his thumbs under the waistband of his final garment. "Just get on with it," said Matt, his pretend impatience not really pretend at all. So many times in the past he'd tried to imagine what Gary would look like naked, and now he was just seconds away from actually seeing it. The front of Gary's shorts was tented outwards, with a clearly visible wet patch giving evidence to the older boy's excitement. "Ok, here we go." In one smooth movement, Gary pushed the shorts down to the ground and stepped out of them before standing upright. He was now totally naked, nothing hidden. His hard, twitching cock was pointing upwards and outwards, the foreskin, which still covered the head, glistening with sticky precum. At the base of his cock, his pubic hair was so fine and blond as to be almost invisible and underneath two fair sized balls hung low in their sack. "That's huge," Matt sighed, his wide eyes glued to Gary's swollen erection. Gary laughed. "It's not huge at all. It's only just over half an inch bigger than yours. The doctor measured yours at five and a half inches and mine's just a little over six." "Well it looks much bigger than mine," said Matt, not convinced. "I'll show you," said Gary. He got back onto the bed and seated himself astride Matt's thighs, then bending forwards, he pressed their hard cocks together. "See?" A small part of Matt's brain registered the fact that Gary's dick was indeed only a little longer than his own. The majority of his brain was trying to come to terms with the fact that their two cocks were pressed together long their full length; Gary's erection was pressing tightly against his own. Seeing the effect that this was having on Matt, Gary wrapped his fingers around both cocks, pressing them even tighter together then slowly began to wank up and down both of them at once. Matt's whole body tensed and his hands, which were down at his sides, clenched into fists as his breathing quickened and deepened. Gary quickly let go and moved back, breaking the contact. "Oops, nearly!" he grinned. "I don't want you to shoot again just yet." "I never did it twice in a row before," said Matt, trying not to be too disappointed that he'd been denied release having been brought so close to the edge. "Come up this way a bit." "Ok." Gary shuffled forwards until he was knelt astride Matt's stomach, his erection pointing towards the younger boy's face. Matt was unable to tear his gaze away from the stiff, twitching member. Nervously he lifted his hand towards it, his heart beating strongly in his chest. His outstretched fingers moved closer. He touched it. It was like soft, warm velvet around a steel core. This was the first time he'd ever touched another boy's cock. It was a moment taken from so many of his fantasies and now it was actually happening. Growing bolder, he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and gripped it tightly. He watched Gary stiffen slightly. The older boy's head went back and he drew in a quick deep breath through his nose. Matt stroked along the shaft a couple to times, then pulling back the foreskin, he ran his finger across the glistening, precum covered head, causing Gary to groan. "Try licking your finger," Gary suggested, his voice a little hoarse. Matt inspected his fingertip with it's sticky coating of precum. Then, his eyes locked on Gary's, he moved his finger to his mouth and licked it clean. The taste was like nothing he'd tried before, not a strong taste, a little salty yet at the same time a little sweet. Gary, meanwhile, had pushed his cock down and was stroking his sticky cock head across the skin of Matt's chest. He moved forwards a little and gave both of Matt's nipples a shiny covering of precum. Forwards a little more and the head of Gary's dick was now rubbing against Matt's neck and then his chin. Matt could see where this was going. "You want me to put it in my mouth, don't you?" he said, nervously. Gary gave an affectionate smile. "Only if you want to. But let's just take things slowly. How about just using your tongue for now?" A little apprehensively, Matt raised his head and taking hold of Gary's dick, he bent it down towards his mouth. Cautiously he stuck out his tongue and gave the smallest of licks across the exposed head. It wasn't so bad. It tasted just like his finger had, seconds earlier. He licked it again, a little more confidently and heard Gary give a gasp of pleasure. The older boy's gasp became a groan as Matt pulled the sensitive organ from side to side across his lips and tongue then, taking the bull by the horns, he opened his mouth wider and slid the entire head inside, wrapping his lips around the shaft. Now feeling much braver, he began to move his head slowly backwards and forwards, sliding his lips up and down the top inch or so of Gary's erection and feeling the soft crown glide across his tongue. He closed his eyes, his head moving in a steady rhythm. He had Gary's cock in his mouth and it was great. He was dimly aware of the older boy's sighs and moans and it excited him to think that he was giving his friend so much pleasure. It came as a surprise when suddenly his mouth was empty; Gary had pulled back. He opened his eyes to see the eighteen year old knelt above him, pumping on his erection for all he was worth. Gary's face was flushed and his eyes were closed as he bit down on his bottom lip. His movements became erratic and he let out a deep moan as strings of white jism erupted from the end of his throbbing meat, much of it splashing down onto Matt's chest and face. After squeezing the last drops of cum from his dick, Gary didn't pause to regain his breath. He moved quickly to the foot of the bed and pushing Matt's legs apart be knelt between them. Taking Matt's erection tightly in his fist he began to stroke up and down in a fast steady rhythm, while at the same time, with his other hand he alternately played with boy's balls and fingered his arse hole. Within seconds, Matt knew he was fast approaching his second orgasm. He gripped tightly onto the bedclothes and pushed his hips forwards allowing Gary better access to he sensitive hole. "Ooh, Gary! I'm gonna shoot again. Uggghhhhh!" His orgasm was so intense it was almost painful. It felt like he was being pulled inside out through his dick. He was trying to shoot, but there was hardly anything left to shoot with. "Awww! Stop, please!" he panted, taking hold of Gary's hand with his own. A light sheen of sweat coated his body and he felt a little dizzy. Gary crawled onto the bed beside him and they lay together in each other's arms, both of them breathing heavily. After a few moment, Gary gave a chuckle. "I don't suppose you want to try for a third?" "Not bloody likely!" Matt replied. "I didn't think so, but I thought I'd better ask. We'd better get cleaned up, but before we do there are a couple of things I need to know. First, now that you've seen me with my clothes off and we've played around a little, do you still want to be my boyfriend?" Matt was living a dream and he never wanted it to end. Gary's question had only one possible answer. He gave Gary a quick kiss and a hug. "Yeah, more than anything. What's your second question?" Gary gave a grin. "Was tonight better than the hottest fantasy you've ever had?" "Don't worry," Matt laughed. "You're safe. It's a shame really, I was looking forwards to having you as my slave!" "Well," said Gary, with a mischievous smile, "we played 'Doctor' this time, there's nothing to stop us playing 'master and slave' next time." He reached over and grabbed a handful of tissues and proceeded to wipe up the worst of the cum from their bodies. "Yeah, that'd be fun. But next time, you have to cum twice as well!"  

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Homo doctor and teens i enjoyed that middle finge

For what must have been the thirtieth time in the last thirty minutes, Matt glanced at his watch. Any time now the final bell of the school-day would be sounding and he would be able to go home. At least there he would be safe, he wouldn't have to keep looking over his shoulder all the time checking to see that Gary wasn't around. He'd already had a couple of narrow of escapes; at lunch time he'd seen Gary from a distance, chatting to his friends and laughing, Matt preferred not to think about what, and then later whilst changing classrooms, he'd seen the older boy coming towards him, but had quickly dodged into a side corridor out of the way. Up until yesterday things had been different. Matt had had a huge crush on Gary and would go out of his way just to catch a glimpse of the blond eighteen year old. But yesterday afternoon had changed all of that. Yesterday, Matt had been examined by the school doctor, and by a cruel twist of fate, Gary had also been present, assisting the doctor with some minor, routine tasks. Being naked and intimately examined in front of his idol had been bad enough, but Matt had been unable to prevent himself getting an erection during the examination and worst of all, he had disgraced himself completely when having the doctor's finger probing his anus had caused him to shoot off. Since then, Matt had been unable to even think of the older boy without wanting to die from shame. At last, the sound Matt had been waiting for; the bell marking the end of lessons. As the teacher packed away his notes, everyone moved towards the door, eager to be away and onto other things. As he reached the door, Matt held back, cautiously glancing out into the now crowded hallway to ensure the coast was clear. Good, no sign of Gary. The fourteen year old stepped out into the river of teenagers flowing towards the main school doors. "Hey, Matt. Hang on a sec." Matt froze in his tracks, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He glanced quickly back over his shoulder to see the sight he had dreaded; Gary was hurrying towards him. Determined to make his escape, Matt tried to push forwards through the other students but because it was so crowded he was unable to make much progress. He didn't look back again, pretending he hadn't heard Gary's call. He'd almost made it as far as the front doors when a hand closed on his arm, just above the elbow, pulling him around. "Just hang on a minute will you?" Gary said, obviously a little irritated that he'd had to chase Matt down a busy corridor. "Just leave me alone!" Matt tried to shake off Gary's hand, but the older boy held on. "Sure, if that's what you really want. But it would be nice if you would tell me what I've done wrong. I only wanted to ask you if you were ok. You seemed a bit upset at the end there, yesterday and you'd gone by the time I got out." "I'm fine," Matt lied. "Why shouldn't I be?" "So why have you been avoiding me?" "I haven't." Gary dragged the younger boy over to the side of the hallway where they wouldn't attract quite so much attention "Yes you have. At least twice today I've seen you hurry away or turn around and go back in the direction you were coming as soon as I appeared." Gary's irritation was growing. With an obvious effort he took a deep breath and continued in a calmer tone. "Look, you've no need to be embarrassed about what happened yesterday." "Oh yeah? That's easy for you to say." Gary may have calmed himself down, but Matt was just getting warmed up. "I bet you had a real good laugh after I'd gone. Told all your friends about it did you? Told them about the kid who shot off when he got a finger pushed up his arse?" Matt's voice had become louder and other students had caught that last word and were looking towards the two boys, curiously. The eighteen year old looked both hurt and annoyed by Matt's outburst. "Just shut up and listen to me you little idiot," he hissed. "I didn't laugh at you and I haven't mentioned what happened to anyone. Firstly, I had to sign some papers to say I wouldn't discuss anything I saw or heard with anyone else. Secondly, I know exactly how you feel about that little accident you had at the end because a similar thing happened to me at my last doctor's examination a couple of years ago. And thirdly and most importantly, I like you and I wouldn't do anythng that would hurt you. So get it into that thick, stubborn head of yours that I'm only here talking to you now because I was worried about you. Though from the way you're acting, I really don't know why I bothered!" Matt hung his head, his face burning at the rebuke. "Ok, I'm sorry," he muttered. Gary sighed. "Look, I think it would be really good for you to have a friend to talk to. I'd like to help, but right now I've got to go." He pulled a small notebook from is pocket, tore of a scrap of paper and scribbled something on it before holding it out to Matt. "Here's my mobile number. I'll be home anytime after six. If you want to talk, give me a call. If I don't hear from you tonight I won't bother you again, I promise. In fact, if it makes things easier for you we can just ignore each other from now on." Without looking up, Matt took the paper and scrunched it up in his hand. Wordlessly, Gary turned away and walked off down the corridor. All the way home, Gary's words replayed in Matt's head. The phrases "I like you" and "I was worried about you" repeated themselves over and over. The fourteen year old didn't know what to do; here was the perfect chance for him to get to know the boy he had worshipped from afar, but he was scared. He wanted to be friends with Gary, in fact he wanted to be much more than friends. But what if Gary was only interested in friendship and discovered that Matt wanted more than that? Matt didn't think he could handle the rejection if Gary decided he didn't wanted anything else to do with him. Then another thought struck Matt; Gary appeared awfully concerned over his well-being, seeing as they had never even spoken until yesterday. What if Gary himself wanted more than just friendship? Strangely, this last thought frightened Matt even more than any thoughts of rejection. So many "what ifs", he really didn't know what he was going to do. Matt was so quiet and absorbed during the family's evening meal that his mother became convinced that he was coming down with something and as soon as the meal was over she sent him up to his room, ordering him to rest and maybe have an early night. Up in his room, alone, Matt had more time than ever to think. He pulled the screwed up piece of paper out of his pocket and smoothed it out on the bed, staring at the row of hand-written digits as if they would be able to answer all of his questions. Time was getting on and he kept hearing Gary say "if I don't hear from you tonight I won't bother you again." Maybe that would be for the best, Matt decided, just let things slip back to the way they were before. That would certainly be the easiest option. He once more screwed up the paper and throwing it in the general direction of the small rubbish basket by the side of his desk, he picked up a book and settled down on his bed to read. Half a page later and not remembering a single word he had read, Matt tossed the book aside. Not giving himself time to think, he jumped up from the bed, scooped up the paper and headed downstairs to the phone which was in the hallway by the front door. Quickly he smoothed out the paper and dialled the number. His heart thudded in his chest as he listened to the ringing on the other end of the line, half hoping that there would be no answer. "Hello?" A girl's voice! Matt slammed the phone down in a panic. What would a girl be doing answering Gary's mobile? The answer to this question was obvious; Gary had a girlfriend. Matt cursed himself for a fool. The blond haired, blue eyed, eighteen year old prefect was the best looking boy in the school, of course he had a girlfriend. As the young teen stood staring at the telephone wondering what to do next, it started to ring. With a start Matt realised that when he'd dialled the mobile, his own number would have come up on the other phone. This was probably Gary ringing back. He listened to it ring, not daring to answer it. A few rings later, Matt's mother appeared from the kitchen looking harassed, her hands covered in flour. When she saw the boy standing by the phone she stopped in her tracks. "Matthew, what on earth is the matter with you tonight? Don't just stand there like an idiot letting that thing ring, answer it!" She turned and went back into the kitchen. Hesitantly, Matt put out his hand and lifted the handset to his ear. "Hello?" "Hi, this is Gary Atkins. Someone from that number just tried to call me but I think you were cut off." Matt had to force himself to speak. "Yeah. Er... Hi, Gary. It's me, Matt. You said to call." "Matt? Are you ok? What's the matter? I didn't recognise your voice, you sound scared half to death." "No, I'm fine, really." Matt tried to take a grip on himself. "I wondered if it was you," said Gary. "That's why I called back. I'm really glad you decided to ring." "I didn't know you had a girlfriend." In his nervousness, Matt just spewed out the thing that was uppermost on his mind. "Girlfriend? I don't have a... Oh, you mean Zoe? The girl who answered the phone? She's just my dorky sister! Ow!" Gary's shout of pain proved that his "dorky sister" was still close by. "Look, Matt, you want to meet up or something? Where do you live?" "Landsmeer Road," Matt replied, automatically. His mind was still digesting the information that Gary didn't have a girlfriend after all. "Hey, that's not far away from me. I'm at Jamieson Gardens, number 2. You can come round if you like." "What, now?" "Yeah, unless you've got something else planned." "Well, no, I guess not." "That's great, come on round then. We can get to know each other a bit better. We don't have to talk about yesterday if you don't want to, it's up to you." "Ok, give me about twenty minutes. I need to get changed." Part of Matt's mind kept telling him he was dreaming. He couldn't believe he was actually agreeing to go round to Gary's house. "No problem, but don't go getting dressed up or anything, we're just going to sit around and talk or whatever." Matt said goodbye to Gary and put the phone down, wishing he'd said he needed more time to get ready. It would only take him around five minutes to walk the short distance to Gary's house, but how was he going to get changed and make his hair look decent in just fifteen minutes? In fact it took Matt longer than the fifteen minutes he had allowed himself to get ready. In total it took him a little under half an hour to get the quickest shower he'd taken in his life, find and dress in what he thought would be suitable clothes then stand in front of the mirror with gel and a comb adjusting his all important hair. Finally he was satisfied. Another few minutes went by as he argued with his mother. After his strange behaviour earlier, she worried that he might have picked up some sort of bug and didn't think it would be good for him to spend the evening "wandering the streets". It took a lot of fast talking, but eventually he managed to convince her that he was just going over to a friend's house so they could do some studying together. Reluctantly, she agreed that he could go, after he had promised that he wouldn't be late back. Less than five minutes later he was standing at the door of No.2 Jamieson Gardens trying to find the courage to ring the doorbell. Nervously he put out his hand to push the button. However, before he could do so the door opened. In the doorway stood a girl, perhaps a couple of years older than himself. Matt thought he recognised her from school, but he wasn't sure. He supposed she was quite pretty, for a girl anyway, and she was certainly dressed to kill, wearing a halter top that left her entire stomach exposed and a skirt that hardly came any lower than her hips. She was obviously on her way out and was surprised to find someone on the front step. "Hey, wouldya look at this?" she said, looking Matt up and down. "You look good enough to eat, and I'm feelin' hungry! What's a young stud like you doing on my doorstep?" Matt took an involuntary step backwards. "I've come to see Gary," he said, trying to sound confident and failing miserably. The girl gave him a considering look before replying. "You sure you wouldn't rather I take you out and show you a good time?" Then she grinned and shook her head. "I guess not. I'll say one thing for my brother, he's got good taste." She stood to one side in the doorway, holding the door open. "Go on through, Matt, isn't it? Gary's in his room. Top of the stairs and first door on your left. Better knock before you go in though, just in case he's playin' with his dick." "Er... thanks," Matt replied, not able to stop himself from blushing as he squeezed past the girl. "You've got the cutest face I've seen in a long time," she laughed. "Pity I can't hang around. Enjoy yourselves." Still laughing, she went out, closing the door behind her. Matt climbed the stairs and turned left. There was the door, this must be Gary's room. He knocked softly, not giving himself time to think, frightened that if allowed himself to hesitate, he'd turn straight back around and go home. The door opened almost immediately and Gary's face split in a smile as he saw who had been knocking. "Matt, come on in. You found the address ok? Did Zoe let you in?" "Yeah, I found it no problem," Matt replied. "I used to deliver newspapers around this way so I know all the streets." He quickly look Gary up and down. The eighteen year old had changed out of his school clothes and into a pair of tight denim jeans and a cotton button-up shirt. Matt thought he look sexy as hell. "The girl downstairs was your sister?" he asked. "Yeah, that's Zoe." "She wanted to take me out and show me a good time," Matt smiled, shyly. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" Gary grinned. "You could have gone with her but I'm not sure you would have the stamina to keep up, I know I wouldn't. You want me to take your jacket?" Matt unzipped his jacket and pulled it off, handing it to the older boy and Gary hung it on a hook on the bedroom door. "You look good," said Gary, casually. He indicated that Matt should sit on the bed and seated himself in a swivel chair. "Thanks," Matt replied, keeping his eyes down because he was afraid that if he looked at the eighteen year old he would end up blushing. There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments as if neither boy knew what to say. "So, you feeling better than when I saw you earlier?" Gary asked. "I suppose so," said Matt, unconvincingly. Gary gave the younger boy a smile. "Like I said, I know how you feel. I did exactly the same thing a couple of years ago. The doctor took forever examining my dick and balls, which was more than little bit embarrassing, especially as there was this woman nurse there watching and I was completely hard the whole time. Then he pushed his finger up me and it was like a volcano erupting. There was cum all over the place. We're talking serious humiliation here! I just wanted to die." "Yeah, that's how I felt." Matt gave a shy smile. "I'll let you into a secret though," said Gary. "I went home that night, jerked off and shot the biggest load ever, even though I'd shot off in the examination just a few hours earlier. It was two years ago now and it still gets me hard when I think about." Matt's face turned red and he looked away, guiltily. "I thought so," Gary laughed, reaching across to playfully slap the younger boy on the leg. "You did exactly the same thing last night, didn't you?" Embarrassed, Matt nodded. "Don't feel guilty about it," said Gary. "I used your examination as my own jerk off fantasy last night as well." His handsome face turned more serious as he said the last part. "You did?" This was not something Matt had expected to hear. "Yeah. Promise me you won't freak out or anything?" There was now no sign of laughter in Gary's expression. He looked deadly serious and more than a little nervous. "I'll try not to," said Matt. He was feeling nervous himself as he wondered what Gary was going to say. Gary took a deep breath. "Watching the doctor examining all those guys yesterday got me horny as hell. Then at the end of the day, you came in. Watching him examine you was almost torture. You've no idea how hard I was wishing that that doctor was me." "Oh." Matt was lost for words. Gary got up from the chair and turned away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you that," he said. "I guess now you think I'm some sort of perv." Once more there was a long silence, that seemed to stretch on and on. This time it was Matt who spoke first, his voice soft and frightened. "I was wishing the same thing." Gary turned around to face the younger boy. Matt looked up at him with big, round eyes. "I was wishing that it was you in the place of the doctor," said the fourteen year old. It took a moment for Matt's words to register, then Gary's face split in the widest grin ever. "You're kidding? You really were really wishing it was me giving you the examination?" He retook his seat in the swivel chair and pulled it up close in front of Matt until they were sitting with their knees almost touching. "I like you Matt. I like you a lot," he said, leaning forwards, his voice gentle. "I think... well, what I'm trying to say is... oh, damn it!" He reached out his hands and placing one each side of Matt's head he gently but firmly pulled the boy's face towards his own. To Matt this was like a dream. He'd been scared to death when he revealed his fantasy to the older boy, even after he had already heard Gary's confession. He didn't resist as his head was guided forwards, he just went along with the flow, not really thinking about what was happening. Then, suddenly, their lips met. Matt returned to the real world with a jolt that left his brain reeling and his heart thumping in his chest. He was actually kissing Gary! He'd never even kissed a girl before; well, not properly anyway, now here he was kissing another boy. He felt a moment of panic; things were moving too fast, out of his control. Then it dawned on him that this was what he had been dreaming about for such a long time. He relaxed completely and gave himself up to the strange new sensations and emotions that were flowing through him. Gary's lips parted slightly and Matt felt the tip of Gary's tongue press lightly against his own mouth. He opened up and let the older boy inside. Gary tasted so sweet, his tongue was so soft. Matt felt himself growing dizzy and noticed a slight pain in his chest. He tried to ignore it but it was getting steadily worse. He almost laughed when he realised the reason for the pain; he hadn't been breathing. With an effort, he pulled away from the eighteen year old, breaking the kiss, and drew a deep, shuddering breath. "You ok?" Gary asked, a gentle smile on his lips. "Yeah," Matt nodded. "I guess I forgot to breathe." Gary gave an affectionate laugh and gently stroked the side of the younger boy's face. "Will you be my boyfriend, Matt?" "What?" Even after the kiss this came as a shock. "You mean me and you? Together? I don't know. What will happen if anyone finds out?" Gary gave a shrug. "We don't have to tell anyone. Personally I'm sick of hiding and don't care what people think or say. But I wouldn't want you to get hurt, so we can keep it our secret if you like." For a long moment Matt appeared deep in thought. Then his face lit up with a smile. "Alright then." "Yay!" With a cry of delight better suited to a preteen than a fully grown eighteen year old, Gary launched himself forwards and embraced Matt in a tight hug. "I never thought I'd be the boyfriend of the cutest, best looking boy in the whole school." "I'm not the best looking boy in the school," Matt protested. "Of course you are," said Gary. "When was the last time you looked in the mirror?" This question caused Matt to give an embarrassed laugh. "My mum would tell you I spend half my life in front of a mirror. But that's only because I was trying to look good so that you might notice me." "You've been trying to get me to notice you?" "Yeah, for months now." "You little tease!" Gary wrestled Matt onto his back on the bed and began to tickle him mercilessly. Matt fought back, but he was no match for the bigger, older boy. "No, stop, please," he laughed. "I'm sorry." "What are you sorry for?" Gary demanded, still tickling. "Anything you like," cried Matt, desperately. Gary stopped, but kept Matt pinned down by his arms as he sat astride the boy's hips. "Alright, I'll let you go, but you're gonna have to pay a forfeit." "Anything you like," repeated Matt, breathlessly, still giggling even though the tickling had stopped. "Anything? Are you sure?" "Yeah, anything at all, just don't tickle me any more." "Ok, I'll let you go if you'll let me examine you, like the doctor did yesterday." It was like someone turning off a switch. Matt's laughter stopped instantly. "You're serious?" "Yeah, I am. We'll both get chance to play out our fantasies at the same time." Matt looked both nervous and doubtful. "I dunno. I've never done anything like that before." "'Course you have. What about yesterday afternoon?" "That was different. He was a real doctor. It was part of his job to touch me like that." "Yeah, but I'm your boyfriend, remember? I may not be a real doctor, but I'd sure get a real thrill from being able to touch you all over." Matt looked as if he were seriously considering the request, then a sly smile spread slowly across his face. "Ok, we can play 'doctor', but at some stage you have to get naked as well. If you get to see me again, it's only fair that I get to see you." "I'll do even better than that, I'll make a deal with you," suggested Gary, returning the smile. "If tonight isn't better than the hottest fantasy you've ever had, I'll become your complete slave for the next month." "Be careful, I might hold you to that." "I hope you do," Gary replied. "Being your slave might be fun." He rolled off from on top of the younger boy and climbed off the bed. "C'mon, time for you to get some of those clothes off so that Dr. Gary can examine you." A little reluctantly, Matt got to his feet. "What if someone comes in?" he asked worriedly, as he began to unfasten the buttons on the front of his shirt. "Relax," said Gary. "It's just me and you. We've got the whole house to ourselves. Zoe's out with her friends so isn't likely to be home before midnight, Mum is working a late shift and doesn't finish until 10 and I haven't seen my dad since I was 6, so it's highly unlikely that he's gonna walk in here tonight. Just stop worrying and enjoy it." He sat back in the swivel chair to watch Matt's slow strip. If anything, Matt was even more nervous than he had been the previous day when he had undressed in preparation for his school medical. The circumstances had been similar in that Gary had watched him strip then as well. This time though, it would be the older boy who would be touching him, not the doctor. The thought sent a tingle of excitement through the young teenager. It was strange feeling, being so scared yet at the same time wanting this so much. The air in the room felt cool on his skin as he removed his shirt and let it drop to the floor. Even though he'd only removed his shirt, he already felt almost naked under Gary's intense gaze. He began to move a little faster; a slow strip might have been more erotic, but it wasn't doing anything for Matt's nerves. Quickly he pulled off his shoes and socks then unfastened his trousers, dropped them down and stepped out of them. As he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, ready to remove this final item of clothing, Gary stopped him. "Leave them on for now," said the older boy. "I'll take them off for you when I'm ready." He got up from his chair and approached Matt. "Ready to be examined?" he grinned. "Yeah, I guess." Gary placed his hand on Matt's chest. "Heartbeat is good and strong, maybe a bit fast though." He proceeded to run his hands all over the younger boy's upper body, pausing every so often to stroke and lightly pinch the youngster's nipples. In spite of his nervousness, Matt was beginning to enjoy Gary's attention. The doctor's touch had been brief, cold and impersonal, whereas Gary's was firm and lingering. Every so often Gary's hand would go a little lower and stroke across Matt's stomach, brushing the waistband of the boy's shorts. Each time this happened, Matt's heart gave a small jump as he anticipated Gary's hand going down inside his shorts, and each time the fourteen year old felt a slight pang of disappointment as the older boy's hand once more moved upwards instead of down. "Let's have a look in your mouth." Gary stopped his exploration of Matt's torso and took the boy's chin in his hand. Matt obediently opened his mouth, happy to go along with the play-acting. "Hmm, looks ok," said Gary, peering intently into the fourteen year old's oral cavity. "I think we should perform a quick test though." Still keeping hold of the boy's chin, he placed the tip of the index finger of his other hand into Matt's mouth. "Close your lips around this and suck on it as hard as you can." Surprised at the strange request, Matt began to suck on the Gary's finger. "Suck harder," the older boy instructed. "We've a vacuum-cleaner downstairs that can do better than that!" Matt felt his face turning red with effort as sucked on the digit for all he was worth. Eventually, out of breath he pulled back, panting. "I can't..." he laughed. His mouth twitching as he tried to hold back his own laughter, Gary shook his head. "It's serious I'm afraid. Your suck muscles are badly underdeveloped and need a rigorous exercise programme to get them working properly. I've got just the treatment in mind." He let go of Matt's chin and with a mischievous grin he brushed his hand across the front of his own crotch. Matt's eyes widened as he realised what Gary was alluding to and his face which had started to regain its natural colour quickly reddened again. "You know, you really are incredibly cute when you blush," Gary pointed out. Of course, this made Matt even worse. He stared down at his feet, flattered by Gary's words yet at the same time annoyed with himself for not having more control. Once more taking hold of Matt's chin. Gary turned the young teen's head to the side. "Time to check your ears." "Arghh! Don't! Stop it!" Matt began to squirm and giggle and Matt's finger moved around inside his one of his ears. "I don't remember you telling the doctor to stop it, yesterday," Gary pointed out. "No, but he wasn't trying to tickle me to death," laughed Matt. "I'm going to have to remember that," said Gary. "Ticklish around the ears. It could come in useful if you misbehave." "I never misbehave," said Matt. "I'm a good boy." "Damn. I wish you'd told me that before I asked you to be my boyfriend. Where's the fun in life if we don't get to misbehave once in a while." "Maybe I'd better start then," Matt grinned. "I really think you should," Gary agreed. "But before you do, I'd better make sure you're physically up to it." Gary sat himself down on the edge of the bed and pulled Matt to stand directly in front of him. "You ready for this next bit?" Matt didn't answer, he just nodded. Suddenly he felt more nervous that at any time since he had entered the room. But it was a strange sort of nervousness. On the one hand he felt scared half to death, yet on the other hand he desperately wanted to feel the intimate closeness of Gary's hands touching him everywhere. "Yeah, I'm ready," he croaked, finally finding his voice. In one smooth motion, Gary lowered Matt's shorts to the ground and the younger boy stepped out of them. Matt stood, completely naked, is arms at his sides, feeling more than a little uncomfortable. He realised he wasn't hard; in fact his dick didn't even show the slightest signs of excitement, hanging limply down in front of his balls. "Erm... I guess I'm a bit nervous," he stammered, feeling that he ought to explain his lack of arousal. With an understanding smile, Gary put out his hand and took hold of Matt's penis, simply wrapping his fingers around the soft member and holding it. Matt gave an involuntary gasp. His pulse was racing and his mouth had gone dry. Gary was actually touching him "down there". In spite of his lack of erection, the other boy's touch felt so good. "Feels like a normal, healthy penis," Gary observed, keeping up his role-play. "Let's have a look under the hood. With deft fingers, he held the base of Matt's dick with one hand and used the other to push the skin right back. Squeezing the exposed head slightly to open up the slit, he peered closely at it. "Yep, this looks fine." Pulling the foreskin back over the head, he kept hold of the cock with one hand while taking hold of Matt's balls with the other, rolling them around gently. "Hmm, when did you last jerk-off?" "This morning," Matt blushed. Gary nodded. "I think we ought to get this thing hard, then you can give me a demonstration of how you jerk-off." He started to pull gently on Matt's dick. "You are kidding, right?" Matt asked. "You don't really want to watch me do that?" "I sure do," said Gary. "I don't want you to actually shoot, just play with yourself a little. I want to see how you do it." Matt watched with a sort of surreal detachment as his penis was masturbated by the other boy. In spite of his nervousness, he was quickly becoming hard. Gary's touch felt better than he'd ever imagined it would, yet at the same time this whole scene had a dream like quality that left him wondering if it was really happening. Giving Matt's now hard dick a final extra firm squeeze, Gary got up from the bed. "Come on, Matt. Sit down here and show me how you jack off." Self-consciously, Matt sat down, his legs apart, and took hold of his solid shaft. He'd done this so many times at home in his own room, but never ever dreamed that he would be doing it with someone else watching. His eyes focussed on some undetermined point on the bedroom carpet, he gave a couple of slow strokes up and down the entire length of his erection, wishing he didn't feel so embarrassed about doing it front of Gary. Then he remembered Gary's promise that if this didn't turn out to be the hottest experience of his life, the older boy would become his slave for a month. That would be really something! He started to imagine some of the things he would make Gary do. As he started moving his hand in a steady rhythm, he shyly raised his eyes. "You really are the most beautiful boy in the world." Gary's words were so soft they were barely audible. He stood as if in a trance, apparently oblivious to everything but the naked fourteen year old sitting just feet away from him. Matt's stroking became firmer. The embarrassment he had felt just a couple of minutes ago was rapidly disappearing to be replaced by a simple need for release. He started to breathe deeply, already feeling the familiar tingle in his groin. "Hang on. I don't want you to shoot." Gary had reached out and took hold of Matt's wrist. He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I should have stopped you sooner, but I guess I was enjoying the show." "Another few seconds and the show would have been over," Matt panted, trying not too sound too disappointed. "Now that you're done examining me, isn't it time that I got to do you?" "In a few minutes," said Gary, smiling. "Just a little longer then I promise that I'm all yours. I just need to check out your cute rear end first." "What? You mean like doctor did?" "Yeah, this is the bit I've been especially looking forwards to." Gary waved his finger in the air suggestively. "I dunno," said Matt, staring at Gary's extended finger and feeling more than a little uncertain. The doctor's finger going up inside him had not felt anything like as bad as he had expected. In fact it hadn't felt bad at all, quite the contrary. But in spite of that, for some reason the thought still frightened him. "Alright. If you don't want to, that's ok. Rule number one; when it comes to anything to do with sex, with me or with anyone else, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Ever. Period." Gary's expression had turned serious as he said this, but then he grinned. "So I guess that now it really is time for you to 'do me'. You want to watch me take my clothes off, or do you want to do it for me?" "You'll stop if it hurts, won't you?" "Erm, well, if you want. But it's never hurt when I've got undressed before. Or are you worried that the sight of my bare flesh will be painful?" Gary was smiling, but Matt didn't return the smile. "Pushing your finger in me. You'll stop if it hurts?" Gary put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Look, Matt, it's no big deal. You don't have to do it just to please me. I want what we do together to be fun, and it sure won't be fun if you're doing something you don't like." "No, you don't understand." Matt forced himself to smile. "I guess I'm just a bit scared, that's all. But as long as you go slow, I want to do it." "You sure?" "Yeah." For several seconds, Gary gazed into Matt's eyes. Matt returned the stare, trying to look as confident as he could. Though he was still very nervous, all uncertainty had gone. He really did want to feel Gary's finger inside him. He also wanted to feel Gary's hand on his cock again. He wanted to feel Gary's lips pressed against his own. He actually ached to be touched by the older boy. He was sitting on the bed, naked, his legs open and his cock hard, longing to feel Gary's hands on every part of his body. "Ok!" Gary's face split in the widest grin Matt had ever seen. "Let's do it. Don't move, I'll be right back." He rushed out of the room, returning moments later with a small tube in his hand. "Just needed to get this from the bathroom. I usually keep some in that drawer next to the bed, but I've run out. Right, get up on the bed on your elbows and knees; let the doctor do his stuff." Feeling a strange mixture of nerves and excitement, Matt got into position. His head was down and his rear was sticking up into the air. As he glanced back he could see Gary standing directly behind, unscrew the top from the tube and squeeze some sort of gel stuff onto his finger. The next thing he knew, Gary's finger was smearing the cool, sticky goo across his exposed arse-hole. The thought that Gary was touching him in so intimate a place caused his cock to lurch and a shudder went through his body. "You ok?" "Yeah. It feels good." "I haven't started yet," said Gary. "But here we go. Try and relax, and yell out if you want me to stop." Matt felt a pressure against his hole. Involuntarily he tensed up, but immediately forced himself to relax, afraid that Gary wouldn't go through with it if he suspected the younger boy was in any way reluctant. A small gasp escaped him as he felt the tip of Gary's finger penetrate and his hole was forced open further as the probing digit slid slowly inside. After a second, Gary pulled the finger out again, then back in, a little further this time, slowly working the lubricant inside the boy's body. A few seconds later Matt felt Gary's knuckles pressed against his arse cheek and knew that his friend's finger was now inside him as deep as it would go. He gave a satisfied sigh. "Still feel good?" "Really good." "Ok, let's try it another way." Gary withdrew his finger. "Roll over onto your back and pull your knees up towards your shoulders." Following Gary's suggestion, Matt realised that he was now more exposed than ever. Every private part of his body was on show at the same time. The thought that Gary was seeing him like this caused his cock to twitch on his stomach. Gary seated himself on the bed, next to Matt and leaning forwards he took hold of the twitching organ. Matt's erection had caused his foreskin to pull back a little, exposing some of the reddish coloured head and the slit, sticky with precum. "You seem a little overexcited, young man," said Gary, mimicking the doctor's tone from the previous day as he ran his thumb across the top of the sensitive, swollen head. All Matt could do was groan as Gary's touch caused a jolt of pleasure to hit him somewhere deep between his legs. "I think we should do something about this," Gary continued. He bent Matt's erection until it was pointing almost straight up and peeled his foreskin all the way back before running his thumb slowly around the edge of the exposed glans. At the same time he pressed his lubricated finger against the boy's arse hole and slid it all the way inside." "Ooh!" The groan forced it's way between Matt's tightly compressed lips and he pulled his knees even further up in an effort to open himself as wide as possible and get more of Gary's finger inside him. "Not so tense, just try and relax," said Gary, releasing Matt's cock to take hold the boy's nearest arm. "Let go with this hand and move your arm out of the way. Put it up behind your head." This small adjustment of position gave Gary better access to the youngster's swollen boyhood. Matt really couldn't believe what happened next. Once more taking hold of the boy's erection, Gary lowered his head and with his tongue he licked over and around the top of the Matt's swollen meat. Then opening his lips further, he took the erection into his mouth to about half way down the shaft. "Oh god!" Matt's whole body shuddered. This was something he hadn't even dared dream about. He'd heard about cock-sucking and had even read about it happening in stories. But that's all they were, stories. It couldn't really be happening to him. But it was. Gary's lips were moving up and down his shaft and the entire head of cock was held inside the warm wetness of the older teen's mouth. All Matt could do was close his eyes and give himself over to the incredible sensations coursing through his young body. Gary's mouth around his dick, Gary's finger moving in and out of his arse. He felt his hips trying to thrust up from the bed in an attempt to fuck Matt's mouth. The muscle's around his hole were clamped tightly around Matt's finger trying to draw it deep inside. The familiar pressure was building inside his groin. A sudden wave of panic raced though him as he realised that he was about to cum and his cock was still in Gary's mouth. "Gary! I'm gonna shoot!" he managed to groan, but wasn't sure if the other boy had heard. It was no use, he couldn't hold it back; he didn't want to hold it back. With a strangled cry he felt his erection begin to spasm as the white, sticky boy-seed erupted from the tip. One, two spurts into Gary's mouth, before Matt felt the older boy pull back and the sudden coolness around his dick told him his next two spurts were in the open air. Matt opened his eyes so see Gary's face smiling happily across at him. There was cum dribbling down the boy's chin and further splashes across his cheek and his nose. He looked a mess. Matt was about to tell him so, but he never got the chance. "Well, that was quite a show. What're you guys going to do for an encore?" Matt's eyes shot across to the half-open door, to the figure standing in the doorway. Gary, who had his back to the door, spun around to face the intruder. "Zoe!" In panic, Matt's hands flew down in an effort to cover his now spent erection. He rolled onto his side putting his back to Zoe and brought his knees up to his stomach. He realised that this gave the girl a good view of his rear, but considered that this was better than the alternative. Not that she hadn't already had a good look at everything he had to offer anyway! Strangely, from Matt's point of view, Gary seemed little more than mildly annoyed with the unexpected intrusion. "I thought you were going to be out all evening," said the eighteen year old, obviously irritated, but not at all embarrassed at being caught by his younger sister with his lips around a boy's cock. Matt, glancing over his shoulder, saw Zoe give a shrug. She then grinned at the young teen and gave him a wink before replying to her brother. "I intended to be. But Cheryl decided to go off with Phil and Carl, and you know what I think of Phil. The guy is a total tosser. So I left her to it and came home. Though I'm glad I did, now. Your little friend is seriously cute. I thought he was pretty hot when I let him in, but now that I've seen him naked... Wow!" Matt looked quickly away to try and hide the fact that he was blushing furiously. "That's enough, Zoe," said Gary, his tone cool. "Can't you see you're embarrassing Matt?" "Yeah, his neck and shoulders have gone all pink," the girl laughed. Gary grabbed the nearest thing to hand, which happened to be Matt's shorts and threw them at his sister. "Just go!" She caught the shorts easily and opened them out, inspecting them closely. "Hey, a souvenir. I might make little Mattie pay a forfeit to get these back." Matt gave a groan. "Zoe!" Gary took a step towards the door. "Alright, I'm going." Zoe tossed her brother the shorts. "Better clean that cum off your face, big brother, it's dripping onto your shirt." With a final laugh and another wink at Matt, she went out, pulling the door closed. Sighing, Gary sat down on the bed a stroked Matt's shoulder. "Sorry about that, Zoe can be a real pain sometimes." "She saw what we were doing. She saw me naked. She saw my dick and probably saw me shoot and everything." Matt tried to keep the panic out of his voice but was failing miserably. "Hey, calm down," said Gary, gently stroking the side of Matt's face. "Zoe's cool, she's not about to tell anybody what she's seen. As to her seeing you naked, try not to worry about it, she's seen me naked loads of times." "She has?" "Yeah, I've even let her watch me jack-off a few times." Seeing the disbelieving look on Matt's face, Gary went on to explain. "She offered to let me watch her doing whatever it is that girls do when they're alone if I would let her watch me play with my dick. I wasn't interested in seeing her, but I let her watch me, just for the hell of it. It was sort of exciting in a weird kinda way. That's why I've done it a few times since. You should try it." "I don't think so!" Matt muttered. "Aren't you bothered that she caught you sucking another guy?" "Zoe's known I like boys almost as long as I have. We've talked about it loads. But she's never once told anyone else about it. So quit worrying." Matt's heart rate was almost back to normal as he slowly recovered from a combination of the best orgasm of his life and shock of Zoe's unexpected entrance. "I suppose it's ok," he said, not totally convinced, but definitely feeling a little better about the situation. "She was right about one thing though." He gave a smile. "That mess on your face is dripping down onto your shirt." "Yeah? I guess I'd better get cleaned up." Gary pulled a tissue from a box on the bedside cabinet and used it to wipe away Matt's cum from around his mouth and nose. "That better?" "Much." "Good." Gary leaned down, moving his lips towards Matt's. The fourteen year old momentarily shied back from the kiss. But his reluctance only lasted a second before he gave in and willingly and even eagerly received Gary's lips with his own. Gary's mouth had a slightly salty taste and Matt realised this was the residue of his own recent ejaculation, much of which the older boy had swallowed. As the boys kissed, Gary's hand played lightly across Matt's naked torso; a delicate, fingertip touch that caused every hair on Matt's body to stand on end. Matt was in heaven. His ordeal yesterday, with the doctor, was forgotten. Even being caught in an extremely embarrassing position by Zoe just minutes ago was forgotten. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted to feel Gary's touch on every inch of his body. He gave a muffled groan deep in his throat as Gary's fingers moved across his lower stomach to tug gently at his small patch of pubic hair, nudging against the base of his limp cock. Gary correctly interpreted the groan to mean that Matt wanted more and the older teen's touch became firmer as he began to massage the boy's dick and balls. In spite of just having shot a huge load, just minutes before, Matt was amazed to feel stirrings in his groin as his penis once more began to twitch and stiffen. "No need to ask whether you like that," said Gary, gently, as he broke the kiss. Matt looked directly into Gary's eyes, the boy's handsome face just inches from his own, as he tried to make sense of what he was feeling. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. His chest hurt and his stomach was full of butterflies and his groin... well, his rapidly hardening dick was evidence enough of what was happening down there! Until yesterday they had been relative strangers, passing each other in the school corridors, never even having spoken to each other. Matt didn't think Gary had even known his name. Now Matt was laying naked on Gary's bed, the older boy's hand around his stiff cock. "What's the matter?" Gary's voice held concern as he picked up on Matt's confusion. "I'm scared." Gary's hand immediately left the boy's groin and moved up to his face, stroking his cheek gently. "Why? I thought you were enjoying it?" "I am," Matt said quickly, suddenly afraid that Gary had jumped to the wrong idea. "It's just that, I dunno, I guess I've dreamed about this happening for so long and now it has. I'm scared it's not real. Everything's happened so fast and I'm scared it will all disappear just as fast. I'm only fourteen and I'm nobody and you're eighteen and you're probably the most popular boy in the school. You can probably get almost any girl or boy that you want, so where does that leave me? I'm scared that you won't want me." "Hey, slow down!" Gary put his arm around the boy's shoulders and hugged the naked youngster to him. After a moment he released his hold a little, allowing him to look into the boy's eyes. "First off, you are not 'nobody'; don't ever let me hear you say that again. I'm flattered that you think I'm so popular and that I can get anyone I want, but even if that were true, which it isn't, it wouldn't change anything; I want you. If you're thinking that tonight is a one-off and that I intended to play around with you and then dump you then you couldn't be more wrong. I'll be honest, when I've seen you around the school, I've thought to myself that you were cute and that I wouldn't mind a bit of fun with you, but I've thought that about other guys as well. Getting the chance to help the doctor yesterday was like an early Christmas present. It really turned me on getting to see all those guys naked, especially getting the chance to see them hard as well. Then at the end you turned up, the cutest of them all, and I couldn't wait to see you with your clothes off. But seeing you standing there, naked and so nervous about what was going to happen, I realised I felt different about you than I'd felt about the others. I just wanted to put my arms around you and take you out of there. You know, when you shot off at the end, I probably felt almost as bad about it as you did. Then you went and said my name." "You heard that?" Yeah, I heard. That was the thing that gave me the idea that just maybe you were as interested in me as I was in you. You're not just a one night stand to me Matt. I really like you a lot. I think you're special and I was serious when I asked you to be my boyfriend. Forget the fact than I'm a bit older than you, it doesn't matter. If you want to take things more slowly, we can leave off this sex stuff and just spend time together. Just please don't be scared, the last thing I want is to hurt you." "I'm sorry." "What for?" "For everything. This all feels so strange." Gary gave Matt another hug. "You've nothing to be sorry about. You want to put some clothes on?" "No." "No? Does that mean you want to play some more?" Matt smiled shyly. "It's feels kinda good, being naked and having you touch me everywhere. Also, I haven't had chance to see you yet." "I was hoping you'd say that," Gary grinned. He let go of Matt and climbed off the bed. "Roll onto your back and shuffle into the middle." As soon as Matt had moved into position, Gary got back onto the bed and sat astride the boy's stomach. Reaching behind himself, he took hold of Matt's erection and bending it until it was pointing straight up, he slowly shuffled backwards until his denim encased rear was pressed firmly against Matt's swollen shaft. One more small shuffle back and Matt's cock was pushed further down towards his feet. Now even the tiniest movement that Gary made caused the rough material of his jeans to rub against Matt's straining erection. Experimentally, Gary wriggled his hips from side to side, causing Matt to moan with pleasure. "Better not do that," Matt groaned. "You're gonna make me cum again." "That's the idea," Gary grinned. "But not just yet though. We're going to have some fun first." He pulled the bottom of his shirt out of his jeans and unfastened and bottom couple of buttons. Taking hold of Matt's wrist, he pushed the boy's hand up under the bottom of the garment. Matt could take a hint. He began exploring Gary's body with his fingers, moving them up over the boy's tight stomach towards his chest. Soon his other hand joined the first. This was the first time he'd ever touched another boy in this way and he delighted in the feel of the soft, silky smoothness of Gary's skin under his hands. After a few seconds of this, Gary began to slowly unfasten the buttons of his shirt, working upwards from bottom to top. With Matt's hands still moving underneath, the shirt was gradually pushed open, exposing more and more of the older boy's torso. As Gary unfastened the last button, the shirt fell fully open and now Matt could see as well as touch his boyfriend's upper body. Gary's love of sports had developed and toned his naturally slim physique. His hairless chest was well defined without being muscular, his skin smooth and almost unblemished. Matt traced the outline of older boy's pecs with his fingers. "Wow, I wish my body looked like that," he sighed. "Then I wouldn't mind who saw me without my shirt on." "You don't look so bad," Gary smiled, running his own fingers over Matt's torso. "I think you're beautiful as you are." He pushed his open shirt back off his shoulders, letting it slide down and off his arms before tossing it aside. After giving his hips another wriggle to ensure Matt's dick stayed as excited as ever, he unfastened his belt and slowly pulled it out from its loops, throwing this in the same direction as his shirt. Then he grinned down at the boy beneath him. "I suppose I'm going to have to get up to take the rest off. Just don't you go getting soft on me." He reached behind and gave Matt's erection a playful squeeze. "Not much chance of that," Matt groaned. He watched as Gary climbed off the bed and slowly began to remove the rest of his clothes, pausing when he was down to just his shorts. "You sure you want me to take these off?" Gary asked, teasingly, his thumbs under the waistband of his final garment. "Just get on with it," said Matt, his pretend impatience not really pretend at all. So many times in the past he'd tried to imagine what Gary would look like naked, and now he was just seconds away from actually seeing it. The front of Gary's shorts was tented outwards, with a clearly visible wet patch giving evidence to the older boy's excitement. "Ok, here we go." In one smooth movement, Gary pushed the shorts down to the ground and stepped out of them before standing upright. He was now totally naked, nothing hidden. His hard, twitching cock was pointing upwards and outwards, the foreskin, which still covered the head, glistening with sticky precum. At the base of his cock, his pubic hair was so fine and blond as to be almost invisible and underneath two fair sized balls hung low in their sack. "That's huge," Matt sighed, his wide eyes glued to Gary's swollen erection. Gary laughed. "It's not huge at all. It's only just over half an inch bigger than yours. The doctor measured yours at five and a half inches and mine's just a little over six." "Well it looks much bigger than mine," said Matt, not convinced. "I'll show you," said Gary. He got back onto the bed and seated himself astride Matt's thighs, then bending forwards, he pressed their hard cocks together. "See?" A small part of Matt's brain registered the fact that Gary's dick was indeed only a little longer than his own. The majority of his brain was trying to come to terms with the fact that their two cocks were pressed together long their full length; Gary's erection was pressing tightly against his own. Seeing the effect that this was having on Matt, Gary wrapped his fingers around both cocks, pressing them even tighter together then slowly began to wank up and down both of them at once. Matt's whole body tensed and his hands, which were down at his sides, clenched into fists as his breathing quickened and deepened. Gary quickly let go and moved back, breaking the contact. "Oops, nearly!" he grinned. "I don't want you to shoot again just yet." "I never did it twice in a row before," said Matt, trying not to be too disappointed that he'd been denied release having been brought so close to the edge. "Come up this way a bit." "Ok." Gary shuffled forwards until he was knelt astride Matt's stomach, his erection pointing towards the younger boy's face. Matt was unable to tear his gaze away from the stiff, twitching member. Nervously he lifted his hand towards it, his heart beating strongly in his chest. His outstretched fingers moved closer. He touched it. It was like soft, warm velvet around a steel core. This was the first time he'd ever touched another boy's cock. It was a moment taken from so many of his fantasies and now it was actually happening. Growing bolder, he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and gripped it tightly. He watched Gary stiffen slightly. The older boy's head went back and he drew in a quick deep breath through his nose. Matt stroked along the shaft a couple to times, then pulling back the foreskin, he ran his finger across the glistening, precum covered head, causing Gary to groan. "Try licking your finger," Gary suggested, his voice a little hoarse. Matt inspected his fingertip with it's sticky coating of precum. Then, his eyes locked on Gary's, he moved his finger to his mouth and licked it clean. The taste was like nothing he'd tried before, not a strong taste, a little salty yet at the same time a little sweet. Gary, meanwhile, had pushed his cock down and was stroking his sticky cock head across the skin of Matt's chest. He moved forwards a little and gave both of Matt's nipples a shiny covering of precum. Forwards a little more and the head of Gary's dick was now rubbing against Matt's neck and then his chin. Matt could see where this was going. "You want me to put it in my mouth, don't you?" he said, nervously. Gary gave an affectionate smile. "Only if you want to. But let's just take things slowly. How about just using your tongue for now?" A little apprehensively, Matt raised his head and taking hold of Gary's dick, he bent it down towards his mouth. Cautiously he stuck out his tongue and gave the smallest of licks across the exposed head. It wasn't so bad. It tasted just like his finger had, seconds earlier. He licked it again, a little more confidently and heard Gary give a gasp of pleasure. The older boy's gasp became a groan as Matt pulled the sensitive organ from side to side across his lips and tongue then, taking the bull by the horns, he opened his mouth wider and slid the entire head inside, wrapping his lips around the shaft. Now feeling much braver, he began to move his head slowly backwards and forwards, sliding his lips up and down the top inch or so of Gary's erection and feeling the soft crown glide across his tongue. He closed his eyes, his head moving in a steady rhythm. He had Gary's cock in his mouth and it was great. He was dimly aware of the older boy's sighs and moans and it excited him to think that he was giving his friend so much pleasure. It came as a surprise when suddenly his mouth was empty; Gary had pulled back. He opened his eyes to see the eighteen year old knelt above him, pumping on his erection for all he was worth. Gary's face was flushed and his eyes were closed as he bit down on his bottom lip. His movements became erratic and he let out a deep moan as strings of white jism erupted from the end of his throbbing meat, much of it splashing down onto Matt's chest and face. After squeezing the last drops of cum from his dick, Gary didn't pause to regain his breath. He moved quickly to the foot of the bed and pushing Matt's legs apart be knelt between them. Taking Matt's erection tightly in his fist he began to stroke up and down in a fast steady rhythm, while at the same time, with his other hand he alternately played with boy's balls and fingered his arse hole. Within seconds, Matt knew he was fast approaching his second orgasm. He gripped tightly onto the bedclothes and pushed his hips forwards allowing Gary better access to he sensitive hole. "Ooh, Gary! I'm gonna shoot again. Uggghhhhh!" His orgasm was so intense it was almost painful. It felt like he was being pulled inside out through his dick. He was trying to shoot, but there was hardly anything left to shoot with. "Awww! Stop, please!" he panted, taking hold of Gary's hand with his own. A light sheen of sweat coated his body and he felt a little dizzy. Gary crawled onto the bed beside him and they lay together in each other's arms, both of them breathing heavily. After a few moment, Gary gave a chuckle. "I don't suppose you want to try for a third?" "Not bloody likely!" Matt replied. "I didn't think so, but I thought I'd better ask. We'd better get cleaned up, but before we do there are a couple of things I need to know. First, now that you've seen me with my clothes off and we've played around a little, do you still want to be my boyfriend?" Matt was living a dream and he never wanted it to end. Gary's question had only one possible answer. He gave Gary a quick kiss and a hug. "Yeah, more than anything. What's your second question?" Gary gave a grin. "Was tonight better than the hottest fantasy you've ever had?" "Don't worry," Matt laughed. "You're safe. It's a shame really, I was looking forwards to having you as my slave!" "Well," said Gary, with a mischievous smile, "we played 'Doctor' this time, there's nothing to stop us playing 'master and slave' next time." He reached over and grabbed a handful of tissues and proceeded to wipe up the worst of the cum from their bodies. "Yeah, that'd be fun. But next time, you have to cum twice as well!"