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By Jared O’Toole


This story is intended for adults 18 and over.  It contains parts that are
true, parts that are there thanks to creative license.  It is meant for
entertainment only.   I would like to express my appreciation for two
writers:  Jane Marwood and Jeffrey R. Keller.


Bryce!  the bus is here

"Seeya Dad.  Oh...I have baseball practice today so if you could come pick
me up then I won't have to take the late bus....you know how long that
takes.

Sure...I'll swing by around 6 and get you at Corbett Field.

Bryce is my son.  Stepson actually.  I married his Mom when he was 5 years
old.  His dad died in a plane crash a year earlier and Janice won a lawsuit
against the airline worth millions.  Janice died two years ago when Bryce
was 10.  She was walking by a construction site when a heavy wrench fell off
the 44th floor, hitting her in the head.  I settled with the builder for
even more millions.  Go figure.  I took a wife (and stepson) and ended up
with millions.

I still work.  I edit a metallurgical journal.  I was the Executive editor
but agreed to stay on only as an editor so I didn't have to worry about the
more mundane busy-work that an Exec-ed deals with.  The journal is published
5 times a year, taking summers off and I work from home.  Pay is good and
the work is not all that demanding.  Occasionally, however, I take on a book
editing assignment which while it pays well is much more time consuming than
I really want.  Money isn't much of a motivator these days.

Wednesdays, like today, is the day I spend at the country club.  When the
weather is nice I play golf with Pat Kelly.  Pat is a new pediatrician in
town, well new in that he has been here for about 3 years compared to the
only other pediatrician who has been practicing here for over 20. Usually
Pat has Wednesdays off also so we started hanging together on Wednesdays at
the club.  Following golf we have lunch at the clubhouse and I have since
followed Pat's lead and get a massage with the club's masseuse.  It's a very
relaxing day although I am not quite as adventuresome as Pat is when it
comes to the massage.  Pat always goes into the private back room so he can
get the 'happy ending.'  I haven't quite graduated to having some guy touch
my cock...yet.  I will admit that I am tempted, however.

Pat is a fun guy.  He is very real.  He tells it like it is, at times
bluntly.  He has no qualms about talking about his massages with the happy
ending.  His jokes tend to be raunchy and his topics of conversation are
frequently on the 'blue' side.  I like that.  You know what he is thinking.
A number of his patients work at the club after school and in the summers.
Pat doesn't hold back in talking about them either.  Greg will walk by and
say "Hi Doc" and once out of earshot, Pat will comment about Greg's cock
being as big as a horse....or Colin's ass being so firm he is afraid the
needle is going to snap off when he jabs him.  I learn a lot about his many
patients sitting there, talking with Pat on those Wednesdays.  In fact that
is also one of my frustrations.  I have a twelve year old son (stepson), and
I have never seen him naked.  Not once.  Not even a glance.  Bryce is a boy
who values his privacy and modesty.  He never showers at school after a game
or practice.  Hell, l think the shower room is now used for storage.  If he
is with me at the club on weekends, we may stay for dinner after spending a
day at the pool.  Does he shower?  No.  In fact when he changes out of his
bathing suit, he does so in a bathroom stall.  Pat's son has no such
qualms.  He is 10 and thinks nothing about showering in the club's communal
shower with the rest of us.  I am always a little embarrassed that my son is
so shy.

Every time I take him to his pediatrician (not Pat but a lady doc Janice
found for him), she blocks me from the exam room.  At his last physical exam
about 10 months ago, she mentioned to me that he was a bit slow moving into
puberty but when I asked for more details she just said that it would be
something she would track.  Now I am not a perv but don't you think it
strange that in all of these years of living together (almost 7 years) that
I have never seen my boy naked?  I feel like we are losing out on a bonding
experience.  We can't talk guy talk ever  because he doesn't want to.  And
when he is home, if he is not out playing with his friends, he lives in his
room.  Why not?  He has his phone, TV, Playstation, computer and DVD player
all to himself....in there with his door closed.  His Playstation is even
networked on to the web.   That leaves me as being nothing more than the
chief cook and bottle washer.

One day when Pat and I were sitting around after lunch and our massages
sipping down a few beers, I casually mentioned to Pat that I had never seen
my boy naked.  We had that kind of rapport that such frank discussions were
perfectly ordinary.  And it struck me that I knew more about the boys that
worked at the club, thanks to Pat's freely sharing information about their
anatomy, than I did about my own son.  Pat was of course surprised to hear
that.  He then casually suggested to me that I change docs... "Bring him to
me for his physicals and I will make sure you see the entire package..."

I had never thought of changing docs.  Honestly, I really didn't like Hazel
Rosencrantz, Bryce's pediatrician.  She was an older lady who had a strong
accent of some kind and not much of a personality.  I could not understand
how or why a boy would want to go to a lady doc anyway except maybe because
she was grandmotherly.

Pat, on the other hand, was an ideal doc.  He was young, athletic and he was
the team physician for the high school athletic teams at the school where my
son would soon be attending.  The only problem was that while Bryce didn't
really get along with Colin, Pat's son (who is 10), he was less than excited
in having him as his doctor.  Probably because there was a bit too much
familiarity. He saw Dr. Rosencrantz only when he had to.  We were frequently
together with Pat and his boy on weekends at the club and sometimes after.
Pat's wife left him several years ago, so like me Pat was a single dad.  So,
while I did make the suggestion to Bryce that he switch doctors, Bryce
always opted to stay with Dr. Rosencrantz.

I was planning to move him over to the private Latin School starting with
his entering high school.  However, there were a number of unsettling
incidents at his middle/junior high school that got me thinking of moving
him over sooner and when the Latin School had an Open House, Bryce and I
went and paid a visit.  He was very impressed.  They put on a good show and
definitely knew how to play to its younger audience putting a great deal of
emphasis on its athletic facilities, sports teams and the number of
championships it had won recently including back-to-back soccer
championships and this year's big victory in baseball.  The coaches for
those sports encouraged Bryce by saying if he started in the 8th grade, he
would be eligible for the Freshman team --the high school Freshman team
which would give him a leg up on making the JV or even Varsity upon entering
high school.  All-in-all, what started out as his attending this Open House
to appease me, turned out to have succeeded in getting him interested in
joining the new school starting in the 8th grade --his next school year.

Once he passed the entrance exam, the next assignment was for him to sign up
for try outs for those teams that  he was interested in playing for.  Bryce
is very athletic.   The fall sport (soccer) had tryouts in July while
basketball had tryouts in September.  Baseball which is a Spring sport has
not yet scheduled tryouts but were planning a preliminary tryout for
sometime in August.  And of course, as soon as he signed up for his three
sports, the Athletic Director handed him an Athletic Participation Medical
Examination Form to have filled out by his doctor.  This was just one of the
many sheath of papers that we were handed.  Another was an agreement to
accept the school's policy on Corporal Punishment.  That form required the
signature of both me and Bryce and was a condition for attending the school.
  When he read that form and I helped to explain to him exactly what it
meant he got cold feet.  "You mean I have to agree to let them paddle my
ass?"  I explained to him that that was exactly how they kept bullies like
the ones that were harassing the students at his old school at bay and that
as long as he behaved as he always does, he had nothing to worry about.  He
accepted that as the price to pay for keeping his lunch money.    Looking at
the medical form requirement really got him thinking.  As we were driving
home from the school, he was reading the 4 page questionnaire and was
dying.  "Man, I don't really want Dr. Rosencrantz checking my balls..."  I
told him that I really didn't blame him ....that he was becoming a man (not
that I really believed for one minute he was close to being a man) and no
man wants to have some woman eying his balls like she was playing
billiards....  and that is when I broached the subject of switching to Dr.
Kelly one more time.  After all, son, he is going to be your team physician
and many of his patients are going to be your teammates.  I pointed out that
he understood the importance of sports and won't ground him from playing
soccer just because he jams his finger playing basketball as Dr. Rosencrantz
did, not understanding that sport is more than just running around getting
exercise and soccer has little to do with hands.  This all was making sense
to him, plus as he said, Dr. Kelly seemed like a pretty cool guy.  Done!
Bryce had just sealed his fate as far as me finally being able to see what
he really looked like under his clothes.  I mean, I am not a pervert but I
really felt a certain amount of entitlement, his being my son and all.  At
least let me see if he is getting his pubic hair.

When we got home, Bryce went out to play and I called up Pat and told him
that we had just enrolled at The Latin School and that he was given a
Medical Form that he needs filled out and didn't want to return to Dr.
Rosencrantz, opting to choosing him as his new doctor.  I then said to Pat:
You do promise to let me in that exam room and see what is going on, right?
Pat laughed over the phone and assured me that I would be afforded the same
opportunity that he affords all of his patients' fathers.  That was all that
I needed to hear.  Pat suggested that I go to Dr. Rosencrantz's office and
pick up Bryce's records and that he would schedule the physical exam for
next Wednesday.  Wednesday?? your day off?  He said yes, that scheduling the
exam then would allow him to spend the time that he likes to take with a new
patient.  "You want me to be thorough, right?"  He then suggested that
following the exam, we go back to his house for a hot dogs on the grill and
allow the boys to go swimming in his pool.  Bryce had been around Pat's son
before and frankly their age difference made their relationship awkward at
best.  They seemed to have little in common.  Colin was still into playing
with trucks in the sand while Bryce enjoyed sports such as water basketball
and of course video games.  But, it nevertheless sounded like a plan to me
even if at first blush Bryce did not see it that way.  First
blush....yes....soon I will be seeing Bryce....all of Bryce.  He might even
blush.  And maybe he would stop being such a prude at home.

I told Bryce how Dr. Kelly had scheduled his physical for next Wednesday.
"Wednesday??  Why so soon?"  I just told him that he was anxious to get it
done in case he discovered any problems that might keep him from giving him
medical clearance to play sports.  Then I said to him...look, Dr. Kelly as
the team physician has the coaches' ears.  The sooner he gets a good look at
you the better opportunity he will have to put in a good word about you....
"Really??:"  Bryce said?  Sure.  He can tell them how you look in great
shape and must be a serious athlete.  That can't hurt when you are dealing
with a coach who doesn't really know you and is trying to compare you to a
bunch of other new players...   This made Bryce much more enthusiastic about
seeing Dr. Kelly.  He even said he would be extra nice to Colin.  I had to
chuckle.  He asked me how long I thought the exam would take?    I said
....I don't know maybe as long or a little longer than with Dr.
Rosencrantz.  I have a feeling Dr. Kelly likes to talk sports to his
patients...

I phoned ahead and then picked up Bryce's medical file from Rosencrantz's
office.  I thought I was going to get at least a query as to why I was
taking Bryce out of her care but they just handed me the file.  Fine by me.
I saw Pat at the club on Saturday and handed him the file and he told me he
would be sure to review it prior to our Wednesday arrival.  Having in the
back of my mind the question that Bryce asked me, out of curiosity I asked
Pat how long he thought the exam would take?  "Hard to say...normally about
20 minutes and with a new patient double that would not be unusual.....but
with Bryce, well...we won't be watching the clock especially since we won't
have other patients in the way..."  Yikes!  I thought to myself.....more
than 40 minutes:?? My boy is going to get a thorough going over and
hopefully, I am going to have a front seat.

The morning of our appointment, I got Bryce up at 8:30am.  We were schedule
to be at his office at 10am.  I told him to take a shower and put on a pair
of new undershorts.  I had to laugh hearing myself say that.  For one thing,
the guy showers every day without me saying anything.  For another, his
underwear is like a status symbol to him.  They are never torn or stained
(for long anyway) and he only wears name brands from A&F and Hollister.  But
I remember it was my mom who always said to me so I said it.  On the way
over to our appointment, Bryce was obviously a bit anxious which is
understandable.  Breaking the silence, he asked me if I thought Dr. Kelly
was going to 'look at his privates.'  I had to laugh at that one (but I
didn't).  I first said to him:  Didn't Dr. Rosenkrantz look at your
privates?  He said:  Yeah, she peeked down there and the last time she stuck
her hand down my underwear and felt them."  Well,  I said,  all athletes
have to get a physical examination in order to play their sport, even
professional athletes and that is because of the stress playing sports puts
on the body and Dr. Kelly is going to give you a physical suitable for your
age and also knowing you want to be a great athlete so yeah, expect him to
check your privates out but don't worry about it all of your teammates get
the same exam.... He seemed to accept that gentle warning to anticipate a
thorough going over.   We arrived at the office about 10 minutes before our
10am appointment.  I tried the door but it was locked but I did see a
doorbell so I rang it.  Colin, Pat's son opened the door and let us in.  The
waiting area was very nice.  Open, bright colors....the proverbial fish tank
and what I thought a nice touch....Nintendo DS handheld video game players
that waiting patients could use to occupy themselves.  Sure beats looking at
old issues of Boys Life!  We no sooner got into the waiting area when Pat
came out from the back.  He was dressed in a Navy blue Izod golf shirt and
tan Dockers and had his stethoscope draped around his neck.  "I will be
right with you.  I am just entering Bryce's history into my
database....should be another 10 minutes or so...."  We took a seat and the
boys proceeded to play something on the Nintendos while I picked up the
current issue of Motor Trend.

It was nearly 20 minutes before Pat came out for Bryce.  Typical doctor even
when he has no patients he still makes you wait.  He said to Bryce: "Ok
Bryce why don't you come in..."  Colin listening to my son being summoned by
his dad chimed in:  "Can I come in and watch? "  Bryce looked like his heart
stopped upon hearing that but Pat told Colin to stay put and keep playing
his Nintendo while he took care of Bryce.  I sat there for a brief second
when I heard Pat say:  "Dad why don't you come in and join us...."

We stepped into his office first and both of us took a seat while he picked
up Bryce's file.  Going over it he said to Bryce:  Everything in your
medical history looks pretty darn good.  Not too many illnesses, not too
many injuries, no serious injuries like broken bones and except for a mild
case of exercise induced asthma, nothing obvious that would create health
problems for you in playing sports --any sport. You have had a few groin
pulls, not unusual for a soccer player.  Bryce chimed in:  Yeah...those
really hurt.  Then  Bryce leaned forward in his chair almost beaming with
pride.  "Yeah, I am pretty healthy.  Does that mean I don't need a
physical?"  Pat said:  "No, not exactly.  I need to make sure nothing has
changed since your last check up which was almost a year ago.  Hopefully you
have added some height and probably a few pounds since last August.  Also,
Dr. Rosencrantz made a note in your chart that she felt you were a bit
behind on your development so I will need to check that also...  Why don't
you go into the exam room next door here to my right and take off your shirt
and shorts and I will be right in."  Bryce, upon hearing that said:  "You
mean you want me in my underwear?"  I think Bryce was surprised he had to
take anything off!  But after a nod and smile from Pat, Bryce got up from
the chair and walked out of the room while Pat and I continued the
conversation...

So you think the kid is going to pass his exam huh?  I said trying to move
the conversation.  Pat responded:  "Yeah he looks pretty healthy but I do
need to see if he is falling behind on his development and if so why...
Curiously, I asked him if this was a cause for concern and Pat replied:
Well, let's see where he stands now.  He is only about to turn 13 and it has
been 10 months since she checked him  Had he been my patient, I would have
been bringing him in at 3 month intervals to see how he was progressing.
But this certainly gives me all the rope I need to provide your boy with a
thorough going over.  Just play along with me and be sure to say 'yes' when
I ask you.

We got up and walked into the exam room.  It was a fairly big room, bigger
than I normally see for an exam room.  It had light gray walls, white
linoleum floor with speckles and the usual accouterments you would expect to
see in an exam room:  sink, cabinets on the wall, an examination table, some
extra lighting and the proverbial round stool on wheels that doctors seem to
live on.  There was also a chair for me I presumed as well as a cube that
looked to be almost 3 feet high and 3 feet wide which had a lower step.
Bryce was sitting there on the exam table.  He had shed his tee shirt and
cargo shorts but still had his sneaks and socks on and of course his
boxers.  Pat took one quick look and told him to lose the sneakers and
socks. Bryce at first wasn't sure what he meant by 'lose' so Pat just told
him to take off his shoes and socks.  Already, the arguments started:  "Why
do I have to take my shoes and socks off for??  Pat patiently replied:  Your
feet are the most important part of an athlete goofball!   It was at that
point that Bryce asked me if I was going to wait in the Waiting Room for him
as I had when he visited Dr. Rosencrantz for his check ups.  Pat responded
before I could:   "Nah, we're all guys here.  Your dad can stay."

Seeing Bryce sitting there looking helpless was a whole new perspective for
me.  He had very white skin broken up by an occasional freckle or mole.  He
was starting to show some pectoral definition and his nipples were now a
ruby red.  Last summer, I had noticed how pale they were.  His sandy blond
hair was a bit disheveled probably from slipping off his tee shirt.  He was
nervously banging his feet back and forth, his arms slightly slouched in
front hands clasped almost resting on his knees. He had a light dusting of
blond hair on his arms but his legs were still smooth.  His calves were very
muscular, however probably from all of the running he does.  But you could
tell he was nervous sitting there.   He clearly was waiting for that next
shoe to drop.

I took my seat which was about 10 feet away from the exam table.  Pat went
to work on Bryce checking his head, eyes, ears nose and throat.  He was
methodical but slow.  He casually touched his face here and there angling it
and quietly telling Bryce what he was about to do before he did it.  He then
had Bryce lay down flat on the table on his back while he checked his lymph
nodes around his neck, under his arms and told him to lift up as he pushed
his boxers tantalizingly lower but not all the way off so they were midway
between his navel and the base of his cock.  Bryce was already very
uncomfortable his undershorts slightly dislodged and showing more skin than
he is used to.  Pat pushed his hands slightly under Bryce's boxers on either
side of his groin checking the lymph nodes down there.  Bryce twitched
noticeably when Pat's hands slid in there but otherwise he just stared at
the ceiling but his face was now visibly red. Then, Pat put the steth to his
ears and listened to his chest:  "Good strong heartbeat there young
man....sounds like you just ran the marathon!"

Following that he had Bryce sit upright again and Bryce quickly pulled his
boxers back up. and he slapped on the BP cuff and checked his blood
pressure.  "I am just going to slip this sleeve on your arm and squeeze this
pump till it tightens against your bicep....there we go...106/61.. No
problems here."

Next up he had Bryce stand up.  I thought to myself....here we go!  I kept
waiting for the exposure of that final frontier.  But, Pat used his
stethoscope once again to check Bryce's lungs ....front and back.  I noticed
that Pat was using his left hand to touch Bryce before he placed the disc
against his body and each time he did, Bryce jumped slightly. But once he
jumped, he seemed to accept Pat's manual attention.   He seemed real
sensitive where even the slightest touch was making him twitch.  Then Pat
had him sit back down on the table and he took his seat on the stool and he
proceeded to carefully check his feet.  He looked between his toes and he
delicately bent each toe.  It almost looked like a foot massage.  I was
jealous!  After that he checked the movement of his ankles and then his
knees.  He commented about all of the bruises on his shins.  "That tells me
you play hard when you play..."  He then had him stand up and do a number of
orthopedic type moves, torquing his body at the waist, bending over first
one arm then the other and then both together touching his feet.  He then
observed the bending of his elbows and he had him simulate throwing a pitch
to check the movement of his rotator cuff.  Nothing was getting by
him....everything was being carefully scrutinized.  Finally he had him do 10
deep knee bends and following that placed his hands in the very back of his
knees  "checking to see if there is any heat being generated at the joint"
he said.

We were now 25 minutes into this exam and I was beginning to wonder if
seeing his nipples was going to be the most exposure I could expect.  I was
getting really frustrated, quietly replaying my conversations in my head
with Pat to make sure I didn't misunderstand what I believed to be his
intentions.

After he checked his lungs, Pat said:  "I do hear a little asthmatic squeak
in there.  I see that Dr. Rosencrantz has you taking Proventil as needed.  I
want you to make sure you never go anywhere without it. I have a neck strap
that you can use to carry it cause I realize you don't always have
pockets."  In a few minutes, I am going to have you walk and then run on a
treadmill and see how your asthma is.

"Ok" Pat said:  "Let's get your height and weight checked out and see how
you've done over the past year.  I need you to follow me to the room next
door which is the lab.  That is where the scale is.  Before that, why don't
you slip off your boxers...."

WHAT?!!  It was like Bryce had been hit with a baseball in his sleep.  Pat
repeated that he needed him to take off his boxers to go next store for his
height and weight check. And he did it as casually as asking someone to
remove their baseball cap at the table.   Bryce was not pleased at all.  He
started stammering and saying he didn't want to do that.  Very patiently,
Pat sat back on his round stool and said to Bryce:  "Ok, what's the problem,
Bryce?  Bryce repeated that he didn't want to remove his boxers --which was
the last article of clothing he was wearing.  Very patiently Pat said to
him:  "Look, big guy, welcome to the big leagues.  You are becoming a man.
You are going into the 8th grade.  You need to get used to being naked in
front of other guys....and certainly being naked in front of your dad and
your doctor is not a big deal.  Besides, at your new school, showers are
mandatory after PE and practices and games.  WHAT?!!  Bryce was not aware of
that policy!  Neither was I for that matter.  I was thinking to
myself.....Corporal punishment...mandatory showers....this really is
throwback to the 1950's.  Finally, Pat said to Bryce:  "Ok....come on, you
are wasting time.....time for you to graduate to the big leagues and show
your stuff.....step out of your boxers or I will take them off for you....."


Bryce was standing there and I noticed he had his arms covering his chest
already feeling the need to cover up like he was naked just being bare
chested.  Then he said:  "Can my dad wait out in the waiting room?"  I was
crushed thinking that he was still worried about me seeing him naked.  Pat,
now showing some agitation in his voice looked sharply at Bryce and simply
said:  "Strip now."  Slowly, Bryce lowered his royal blue boxers with the
white birds (the Hollister logo) and as he did, he turned away from me so
all I could see was his porcelain white ass.  Fine by me.  I have not seen
that before either.  Once he got his boxers slowly down to his ankles, Pat
leaned over and told Bryce:  "Raise your right foot.....now your left....
there we go!  Was that so bad Bryce?"  Bryce was now standing with both
hands firmly covering his genitals.  The show has begun....  Pat threw his
boxers over to me and I put them with the rest of his clothes.

Pat led Bryce by putting his left hand gently on his right shoulder near his
neck and steered him out and across to the lab.  I followed watching my
son's firm and dimpled white butt strut just above his long, slender legs.
In the other room was your classic medical scale up against the wall.  Pat
had him stand on it, hands by his sides while he played with the
weights...98 pounds.  Looks like you put 10 pounds on since your last check
up son....
Standing the way he was even though his cock was now uncovered, I could not
really get a glimpse.  He was facing the wall and I was directly behind
him.  But then it came time to check his height.  The measuring tape was on
the wall just to the left of the scale and for this, Bryce had to stand
tall, hands by his side....facing me.  Helloooo Big Boy!  Finally, I saw my
son's cock.  You would have thought Bryce was standing in front of a class
of 3rd grade girls instead of me and his doctor. As I looked closer, I
realized that my son was not circumcised!  Holy shit!  the boy has been my
son since he was 5 and I never knew.

So, there my son stood, totally naked....totally exposed and he was helpless
to do anything about it.  I saw it all.  And Pat seemed to take forever in
doing the measuring all the while insisting he stand straight, hands by his
side allowing me the luxury to drink it all in.
60.3 inches!  Not bad there son, you grew almost 2 inches.

Bryce stepped away from the measuring wall, very self consciously covering
his cock with both hands.  Pat went over to the countertop and then looked
back at Bryce and told him to take a seat on the stool which he did.  No
sooner did Bryce sit down that Pat came over to him holding a tray:  "Time
to drain some blood from you son.....I am just going to put this strap
around your right arm, dab a little alcohol on your skin and you will feel a
slight prick......there we go....that was easy.....just about 10 seconds
more......and we're done.
Pat then gave Bryce a cotton ball to hold over the puncture leaving Bryce in
this awkward position of his right hand covering his cock while his left
hand held the ball against his puncture.  "How are you feeling there son?"
Pat said?  Ok?  I guess he saw something cause just as he said that Bryce
started to pass out.  "It's ok Bryce, happens to the best of us.....He
steered Bryce over to an exam table in that room before he passed out
totally...I went and helped....  We spread him out on the table on his back
and Pat raised the head-end up so Bryce was sitting up and had me hold him
while he went to get some smelling-salts.  There were no hands covering his
crotch now and as I stood there I got to see his manhood in scrupulous,
close-up detail.  I could now see what looked like maybe a dozen or so pubic
hairs sprouting just above the base of his penis.  Other than that...and
they weren't even an inch long yet, he was smooth.

Of course, when Pat brought him back to life, he immediately covered his
cock again.  Pat snickered and said:  "Son...it's a bit late for that now,
we have seen it and not to belabor this point your equipment looks like all
other boys."  Bryce was blushing profusely even down his upper chest, but he
still kept his hands over his crotch forgetting completely about his earlier
puncture wound.

We then went back to the exam room that we were originally in.  As we
crossed the hall way, Colin showed up --getting a good look at Bryce naked--
and asked how much longer we were going to be.  Bryce ducked into the room
as quickly as he could.  Pat said to Colin....we are going to be maybe
another 40 to 60 minutes son...  Wow, really?  I thought?
We were already 40+ minutes into this examination and he is thinking another
hour??

We go back into the room and Pat gets a bit more serious with Bryce.  "Ok
son, you need to stop covering your cock like sunlight will shrivel it up.
It won't... trust me.  You need to start acting your age and keep your hands
to your side.  Covering up like that makes you look like an ape...."  Bryce
sat down on the exam table and while his hands were no longer cupping his
genitals, he was putting his arms over his lap to provide cover --still.
Pat entered the height and weight in his chart.  Then following that he says
to Bryce:  "Ok, son...time to check the lower-40..."  Bryce had no idea what
he meant since he had never been to a ranch or probably watched a Western on
TV but I got it.  He told Bryce to stand up.  "Hands at your side now son
come on....."  Then Pat sat on his stool reached over to a floor lamp that
had two bulbs on it and turned it on aiming the light directly at Bryce.
"Halogen, Pat said....they get hot so stay away from the bulbs....."

Bryce's naked form was now lit up like the Washington Monument on a cold
crisp night.
"Let's see what we have here...."  Pat just looked quietly at the naked
form.  Then he said:  "Ok...let's get the Tanner evaluation out of the
way....Bryce, put your hands behind your head and spread your legs for me
please....."  Oh wow!  Here I was hoping to just get a brief glance at Bryce
naked and now I am getting to see the Full Monty...
"No hair under the pits yet.....nice pectoral development for a boy his
age....some axillary hair on the arms....your pubic bush is starting to grow
in.....I would put you at Stage III boy."
Bryce then asked if he was done?  "Not even close boy!" was the response.
Pat then reached behind him to the drawer and pulled out what looked like
egg-shaped beads.  "These are for measuring your testicles, son......and
with that he carefully isolated Bryce's right nut in the sac so he could
compare the size of his testicle to the set of plastic orbs in his other
hand......finding the one orb that was closest to his size testicle.  .8ml
he exclaims....and then proceeds to isolate the other testicle and make a
note in his file.

Is that a good size for Bryce?  I asked...  Well, it is a bit small but it
is acceptable and the appearance of his pubic hair is a sign that things are
starting to happen.  Some guys just start to happen later than others.  It
would be helpful to know if his paternal dad was a late bloomer because that
would more easily explain any delay.  I will get a better reading once his
blood work comes back and in any event, I will monitor him every 3 months
for the next year or so to make sure there are no blips in his development
because at this age those blips would have a critical impact on his growth.

Ok, Bryce, let's check out your manhood.  Bryce was pretty upset at this
point.  The lights on his body were quite strong and you could tell he
desperately wanted to cover up.  "Bryce...step on to the stage so we can
have a good look."  Pat pointed to that cube I saw when I first came into
the room.  It raised him up off the floor about 30-36 inches and was 3 feet
wide so he could easily stand with his feet wide apart.  "You see those red
dots on the surface of the stage Bryce?  Put your feet over each of them for
me.....that a boy."

There is something about being the only one in a room naked.  It makes you
that much more aware of your own nudity.  This was now certainly true of
Bryce who had the ignominy added of having to stand on a 'stage' elevating
his body bathed in bright light.

Pat moved in closer and the first thing that he did was examine the thin
wisps of pubic hair that Bryce had sprouting.  Not yet thick, they were
nevertheless dark in contrast to his sandy blond head of hair made more so
by his alabaster skin of this pubic area.  He slowly brushed the thin wisps,
almost toying with them as Bryce stood there looking at me.  "These seem to
be coming in nicely....when did they first appear Bryce?"  Once again
getting very red in the face, Bryce answered:  "Around Christmas I first
some hairs there."  Hmmm.....so about six months then...let me check your
armpits once more time....put your hands behind your head."  With his nose
practically in Bryce's armpit, Pat started to brush his thumb over the inner
well of Bryce's armpit...then he took an LED penlight from the nearby
counter and carefully illuminated his left pit.....then his right.  As the
brushed his thumb over each, Bryce shivered noticeably, his flaccid penis
quivering in response to his body movement.  The level of dread was growing.

Next, Pat returned to his genitals.  Bryce's penis casually rested on his
scrotum listing slightly to the left.  Casually, he took Bryce's penis in
his 3 fingers of his ungloved right hand and gently and delicately started
to dance his fingers up and down the shaft.  "Hmmm.....you have quite a hood
here son (referring to his foreskin that totally encapsulated his glans).
As he retracted the skin to expose his glans, Bryce visibly quivered and
thrust his buttocks backward in response.  With almost a snicker, Pat said:
"You don't like my doing this, do you son?"  Bryce stood there, looking down
at Pat's face focused on his genitals and squeaked ...No, sir.  Pat got up
and went to the cabinet over the sink and grabbed what appeared to be a
white wash cloth, a stainless steel bowl and a bottle of isopropyl alcohol.
He poured about a third of the bottle (5oz) into the bowl and returned to
the cube where Bryce was standing.  Soaking the wash cloth in the alcohol,
he then stretched back my son's foreskin and proceeded to wash off the now
engorging cock with the wet cloth.
"AHHHHH!  NOOOooooooooooooooo"  Pat said:  I know it stings but you are not
doing a good job keeping it clean and the best way to cut-the-mustard is
with a bit of alcohol.  It is going to sting for a bit.  Then Pat turned to
me and said:  Over in the left cabinet is a hand towel, get one and dry off
his cock.  I did what I was told while Bryce stood there on the cube.  I had
never touched somebody elses penis before.  It felt incredibly soft as I
gently patted his now very red member which was now shrunken to a nub.  I
had to stretch it out again to make sure I dried off all the area that had
been bathed in alcohol.

Pat said to me:  You need to check him after each shower and make sure he
keeps that cocklet of his clean.  You can either wash it yourself with soap
and water or watch as he does it so he gets in the habit of keeping it
clean.  Whoa!  was he kidding?  Pat was prescribing that either I wash my
boy's cock or observe him as he washes it every day??
Bryce just stood there, now almost numb.

Then Pat said:  You know, we really ought to do a circumcision on your boy.
For one thing it lowers the risk of contracting AIDS by almost 50% and it
also cuts down on your boy's carrying the HPV virus.  Besides, you want your
son to be a mirror image of you and you are cut.  Ahh...memories of the
showers at the club.

I was a bit stunned by this recommendation.  Circumcision at his age?  Isn't
this something done shortly after birth??  Pat said:  Not always no.  In
fact every year I spend a week in the Caribbean at a clinic and I must do 80
or more circs on teen boys for the reasons I stated.
Bryce was now figuring out the conversation.  I am not sure if he really
knew what circumcision meant but he seemed to be aware enough to chime in
loudly with a NOOOOOO! --almost tearfully.

I thought for a minute about what Pat said.  The idea of his being like me
took on more importance as I thought about it....health issues aside.  So, I
asked Pat...when would be do this?  "I would schedule it next Monday after
his game...the procedure will take less than an hour and he should have
recuperated enough for the following weekend's game.  My next question is
where would it be done?  "I can do it here in the office."  Meanwhile Bryce
is in the background loudly objecting to this discussion which we both just
ignored.
"Will it hurt?"  I asked?   And this is where I saw a new side of Pat that I
had never observed before:  "We will numb his dick up so he won't feel too
much..."  Too much?  I asked?  Pat replied:  "For Bryce this is going to be
a significant Rite of Passage.  I don't want him to feel a lot of pain but
he should feel something so he remembers the experience.  I will give him a
shot in the dorsal nerve of his penis and in the ring and that will block
most sensation.  After that I will give you some EMLA cream that you can
apply every few hours to help to control the pain for the next five days or
so"

But....Pat said....before we do that we have to finish up here.  Bryce
spread your legs over those red dots again, please.  With that Pat returned
to Bryce's examination.  This time he started to carefully examine his
scrotum and testes.  "His testes are still hard.  At this age, we would like
to see them a bit bigger and softer."   What does that mean, I asked?  Pat
said....maybe nothing more that his being late to the party but I will make
sure.
"Ok, Bryce, turn and look towards your dad and give me a nice hard cough
when I tell you.....NOW.  **Cough** --oh come on, you can do better than
that.  Cough like you are trying to make your balls crawl back up into your
tummy:  **COUGH**  --that a boy.  Again:  **COUGH**  good.  Ok....let's try
the other side now...same thing when I tell you a nice hard cough for me.
Pat repositioned his finger back into the left side of the scrotum:
NOW....
**COUGH**  ok...good....one more time now:  **COUGH**  good boy.
Ok...next up, I want to take a gander at the plumbing inside your
sac.....keep you legs spread for me.  Pat then took that penlight and
illuminated Bryce's scrotum from behind.
Turning to me he said:  "Do me a favor and turn off the floor lamp...."
Ok....things look pretty much in order here as he let go of Bryce's scrotum
and turned off the penlight.  Then Pat said to me:  "Come over here....I
want you to feel this."  Not exactly sure of what, I moved over close and he
says to me  "Take is scrotum in your fingers....feel how soft the skin is.
I moved in and bent down on one knee and carefully took hold of Bryce's
scrotum.  He was very uncomfortable now.  "What does it feel like"  said
Pat:  As I took his scrotum in my right hand, I could feel the delicacy.
There is nothing as tender as the skin on a pubescent boy's scrotum,
especially before it has grown hair.    Bryce was at first horrified, but as
I delicately felt his sac and the orbs encased in it, he started to moan and
squirm on his two feet.  Pat said to Bryce, it is just as well you get used
to having your dad check your sac because once he month I want him doing a
check for testicular cancer.

Bryce said:  Am I done?  Can I get dressed?  Pat said, not quite yet son.
Just hang loose so to speak winking and playfully smacking his butt....

Turning to me, he said, with your permission, I would like to check the
development of his prostate gland to see what stage it is at.  It will give
me a better understanding of your boy's development....
Without much hesitation, I said....sure.
Bryce didn't know what was about to happen but he was tired of this physical
which had now exceeded an hour.
Pat went to one of the top drawer cabinets, took a pair of examination
gloves and a small tube of KY in a blue and yellow box.  He then opened the
package, took out the tube and with it was a nozzle that he screwed on to
the tube in place of the cap.  The nozzle was about 3 inches long, about as
long as the tube itself and looked much like an enema tip.
He then told Bryce to step off the pedestal and maneuvered him over to the
exam table.
"Ok Bryce, here is what I want you to do.....face the table....bend over so
that your nipples are touching the top...that's it...now stretch your arms
out like airplane wings.....there we go....turn your head and look at your
dad......now move your legs slightly apart and out just a bit....(with this
command, Pat pushed his hand between Bryce's thighs to help him assume the
proper position)....ok now turn your feet inward so your toes are aiming
inward a bit....good...ok....now bend your knees slightly......Good job!
Ok, now hold that position....see this tube with this tip on it?  I am just
going to slide this into your butt, squeeze the goo that's in this tube out
and you will feel a squishyness in there....not to worry...it won't hurt.
Pat then took the tube of KY, squeezed some of the gel out and smeared it
over the tip and then slowly inserted the nozzle.  Once in place he said:
Hold stil now....and then he gave the tube a good squeeze which caused Bryce
to shiver and shutter a bit....
"Easy Bryce....just hold still for me...you are doing just fine.  Ok...now
you may feel something a bit bigger go in your butt.....try to relax your
sphincter and when you feel me push against your hole, push back for
me....do you think you can do that?"
Yes, Bryce croaked....
"Good boy."
With that Pat took his gloved finger and slowly eased is forefinger into my
son's asshole.  Bryce was squirming and grunting but otherwise did as he was
told.  "Good boy Bryce,you are doing fine....."  Once he got is finger all
the way in, he pulled out and started working two fingers in.  Bryce was now
squirming a lot more...so much so that Pat placed his left hand on Bryce's
lower back... "easy there boy....just relax for me....I am almost done...."
Suddenly, Bryce went nearly spastic, rearing his head up and uttering a
noise that sounded like a prehistoric monster was in the room.  Pat said to
me:  "Bingo....that is his prostate gland.....it still feels pretty firm not
unlike his testes....." and with that he withdrew his fingers from my boy's
butt.  He pulled off the gloves and tossed them in the nearby basket and
then told me son to stand up and turn around.  Bend down, he checked out his
penis again.
"Ok....good....there is some prostatic juice that was released...turning to
me while still holding Bryce's cock in his right hand, he asked me to give
him a wet-nap from the box on the counter near the sink.  I did and watched
him wipe my son's glans clean --and watched once again my boy shiver like a
chill ran down his spine.

"Am I done???"  Bryce said once again?

Pat ignored him.  Instead, Pat took a seat on his stool once again.  Bryce
was standing, now leaning on the exam table.  He seemed to almost forget he
was still naked.  He was no longer making any effort to cover himself.  Pat
said:  "Bryce, when was the last time you masturbated?"

Bryce's face went blank.  Huh? he said.
Dr. Ryan:  "When was the  last time you jacked-off?"
Bryce took one look at me and I tried to remain totally passive.  Then he
looked back at Pat and kind of stared but didn't say anything.  Finally Pat
said: "Do you know what jacking off is Bryce?
Yes.
Do you do it?
Ummm....no.
Really!  said Pat.  Are you sure because it is alright if you do....
no sir.  I don't do that.

Pat looked at me and said:  The boy should be masturbating by now.  Do you
mind if I check this out?
I wasn't sure what he meant by that but I told him...sure go ahead.

"Ok...Bryce come here....come closer.  That's it.  Now turn around, face
your dad and let your body lean against mine....that's it...."
With that Pat placed his left hand on Bryce's chest and he took his right
hand and started to masturbate my son.  Bryce was beside himself as his cock
started to respond to the manipulation of his dick by Pat.  Pat sat there
casually frigging my son.  I could not believe this was happening and I was
watching.  Slowly, his penis grew to a nice healthy five inches and Bryce
started to squirm and moan.

"This isn't going to take very long at all....I think the prostate check
horned your boy up."

Then he stopped, reached over to the counter and grabbed a condom, unwrapped
it and put it over Bryce's engorged cock.  "I think our boy here is about to
make a deposit...." and with that he resumed his stroking and Bryce got more
active thrusting his pelvis back and forth and started to loudly groan with
almost total abandon.  Then he yelled:  "Daddy....please...no!"  I simply
said to him:  "It's ok champ...let Dr. Kelly finish his exam...."  And with
that Bryce sort of collapsed back on to Pat's lap and his condom filled with
boycream.

I was hoping to see my boy naked for the first time.  I had now spent two
hours watching him naked and now saw him ejaculate.....watching his pained
and emotion filled expressions on his face, watched his chest flush red and
listened to his plaintive cries as he finally released his cum.  So much for
his modesty!  And just as Bryce fell back in Pat's arms, his condom filled
with goo, Colin comes bursting into the exam room to ask how much longer we
were going to be.  He interrupted himself mid sentence as he stared at my
son, taking in the sight of him naked with a condom on his cock.  All he
said was "Gee"  before Pat chased him again out of the room.

When Bryce finally got his faculties back, he stood up and asked somewhat
plaintively if we were done?  Said Pat:  Not quite yet son.  He went over to
a drawer and pulled out a large empty container, wrote my son's name on it
and then handed it to me.  He said  "Help your son piss into this container
after you clean off his cock.  I am going to take the semen sample he just
gave go next door and also prepare the shots he needs.....

What shots does he need Pat?   "Let's see......ummmm.......looking again at
my son's chart.....seven and if I give him a Vitamin B shot which I would
ordinarily 8.  Eight!???   Yeah.  Some are new such as the HPV and Hepatitis
B vaccine and the rest are follow-up boosters.  With the HPV, this is going
to be the first of 3 shots he is going to need over the next month.  Yikes,
I said do all of those go in his arm?  Pat said....well they could but that
many I will probably aim at a bigger muscle (and he winked at me).

Pat removed the condom from Bryce's cock and I took some wet naps and
cleaned up his genitals.  He no longer seemed concerned at all with my
seeing him naked, never mind my touching his  manhood.  Then, I put the
container down on the stool that Pat used and I took Bryce's cock in two of
my fingers and aimed it at the cup and told him to let it flow.  With Bryce
naked, me holding his little cock, he proceeded to pee into the cup.

About 10 minutes later, Bryce laying on his side on the exam table and still
naked, Pat comes into the room with a tray holding 8 fearsome looking
needles.  Bryce looked up and upon seeing the arsenal, started to cry.  He
had about all he could take.  Pat went over and tried to comfort him but he
wasn't interested in being comforted.  So I went, picked him up and brought
him back over to my chair where I sat him on my lap and tried to tell him
that we were almost done.  While he settled down on my lap, Pat came over
and suggested that I continue to hold him while he gave him his shots.  He
stood Bryce up, allowed him to bend over and hug me.  Then Pat methodically
spot cleaned his ass cheeks, 4 on each side and delivered the vaccinations
while I held my boy ....with each shot, I could see him wince and feel him
hug me tighter.
.....one....two.....three.....four....five....six....seven....eight....each
one administered right after the other....no break...no relief.  By the end,
Bryce was sobbing saying...."my butt hurts!!!!"  With the eighth injection,
Pat said happily..."There we go....I think we are done.  Why don't you get
dressed...."

Bryce got dressed finally while Pat cleaned up.  As we had planned, we went
back to Pat's house for a cookout.  Bryce immediately put his head down upon
getting in the car not wanting to sit on his sore ass and said he just
wanted to go home.  But since we had made this plan in advance I told him we
had to go to Pat's.  We followed their car and when we got to his house, we
went outside to the yard.  Colin disappeared and soon appeared in his
bathing suit.  Bryce who was quite listless still said he didn't want to go
in the pool and that besides, he didn't bring a bathing suit.

Said Pat:  "Oh come on Bryce, don't be a spoiled sport.  Colin waited all
morning for you while you got your physical looking forward to playing with
you in the pool and now you are going to disappoint him?"   Bryce once again
repeated that he didn't bring a suit.
"Why do you need a suit?  It isn't like we all haven't seen you naked!"
Then Pat said:  "Colin, Bryce forgot his suit, be a good sport and take
yours off so he isn't the only one swimming naked."  In a flash, Colin
said:  sure Dad! and yanked off his suit.  I whispered in Bryce's ear that
he needed to be a good sport too and started to help him out of his clothes.
Once naked, I turned to Pat and asked if he had any suntan lotion?  "Good
point, you too Colin, don't go in the water till we get you gooked up."  Pat
went inside and brought out two types of suntan lotions:  "Use this on on
the skin that hasn't seen the sun before and this on the rest.  With Bryce
now naked standing in front of me I took the lotion and started to slather
it on his body.....everywhere.  Bryce obediently stood there as I ran my
greasy hands over his face, shoulders, stomach, legs, feet, backside and
then finally his genitals. As I coated his cock and balls,  I could feel his
cock respond as I gave it and his balls and good protective coating.
Imagine, I got to handle his whole package even making him hard as a rock.
Then I told him to wait 20 minutes before he went in the water so the lotion
would soak in.  He and Colin who got the same treatment from his dad, went
over to a shady spot in their back yard, laid down on two lounge chairs
stark naked and patiently waited.  It wasn't much longer before he and Colin
were frolicking naked in the pool.

I sat there drinking a beer with Pat and he leans over to me and says:  "I
think his modesty issues have been dealt with....."  I didn't say
anything.....I just sat there staring at the two naked boys and thought to
myself:  No shit.  Then Pat said:  It will be interesting to see how he
responds when the other boys arrive.  OTHER BOYS??  Pat smiled and
said.....yeah...we will cure his modesty issues once and for all....


Footnotes:

Bryce got circumcised the following Monday.  If you would like the details
on that, send me an email with your request.
Want to know how to check for testicular cancer?  Send me an email for
information.  Brycesdadd@gmail.com

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You think you know a person but often you don't.  I thought I knew Pat
Kelly.  I socialized with him several times a week at the club and upon
occasion with our sons.  But you don't really get to know a person based on
such limited contact even if that contact is spread over years.  I had to
admit that my son's physical was a mind blowing experience --for me,
nevermind for Bryce.  Honestly, I did not see that coming.  My goal was to
just see what he looked like naked and was counting on perhaps a fleeting
glimpse, not nearly two hours of nakedness culminating in his being made to
ejaculate.   When we went back to Pat's home so the boy's could go swimming
and enjoy a cookout, I did not know that others were going to be invited.
The boys' skinny dipping in the pool did not come as a total surprise.  Pat
had mentioned that it would be a 'healthy follow up' for Bryce after having
just undergone his physical if I forgot to bring his bathing suit.  I must
admit that it gave me an almost sadistic delight realizing that my son was
going to have to confront his nudity once again.  What I did not anticipate
or warned about was that 8 other boys and their fathers were going to be
joining Bryce and Colin in the pool.  Pat is full of surprises.

Shortly after we got the boys settled in the pool and were now frolicking as
boys will do,  Pat casually mentioned that others were coming over.  Here
was Bryce who had just gotten used to the idea of swimming in a pool naked
with his younger buddy  which was excruciatingly embarrassing for him even
though Pat had Colin go naked too ...and soon he was going to be joined by
others?  I wasn't sure what to make of it.  And, were these other boys going
to be in swimsuits or also au-natural?    I didn't ask, but I did
wonder...and waited.  But, not for long.

They all started to arrive around 12:30.  They came with their fathers.
They came out to the pool naked....not the fathers but the boys.  They left
their clothes in sparsely furnished spare bedroom.  I was trying to get a
fix on their ages but that was tough.  For one thing, all of the boys had
buzz cut crew cuts.  And, save for one, none had pubic hair.  At first, I
thought they were not of age.  But as more and more of the bigger guys
started to arrive, it was pretty clear that the absence of their pubes was
by design.  I mentioned that one (besides my son) had pubes.  He was a much
older boy.  In fact, he looked to be college age.  He seemed demonstrably
older than the rest of the boys yet, he seemed to play in the pool with the
rest of them as contemporaries.  Bryce, seeing the first two boys suddenly
appear about died right there in the pool.  He quickly swam over to the deep
end to the pool's edge to use the wall for cover and he called me.  Of
course I knew  why he was calling.  He was looking for me to find him a
towel or anything so he could get out and get his clothes on. I tried to
ignore him at first but eventually walked over to him, but not before those
two boys had already jumped into the pool.

"Dad, get me a towel so I can get to my clothes! he loudly whispered to me.
I looked at him feinting puzzlement.  What's wrong, son?  Of course he
pointed to the boys behind him in the water and the dads standing talking to
Pat near the grill.  I stooped down to continue the conversation:  Oh come
on Bryce.....those boys are as naked as you are and don't seem concerned and
those dads are busy talking, not staring at you...go have fun!  And with
that I got up and walked away leaving my son to contemplate his options
which were few.  Within ten minutes 3 more boys arrived and before the top
of the hour, the pool was now crowded with 10 naked boys as I was busy
moving about getting introduced to all of these dads.    I looked over to
Bryce and saw him playing water basketball.  I guess he either got
acclimated to the nudity being just one of many or maybe he figured the
water turgid with all of the splashing was providing sufficient cover.  Who
knows, but Pat's 'magic' was working' as far as teaching my son not to be
concerned about being naked around other boys.

Still, I was wondering what I had gotten myself into.  I mean, I was meeting
these fathers who obviously knew each other but what was their connection
and why were their boys all with crew cuts, devoid of pubic hair and
swimming naked?

The hot dogs on the grill were starting to smell good to me.  I also knew
that Bryce had to be hungry since we did not have a big breakfast before we
headed for his physical.  So, I started calling him which admittedly was
probably not easy to hear over the cacophony of noises coming from the pool
area.  But the older boy who was in their playing with the boys did hear me
and seeing Bryce not responding, went over to him.  Next thing I saw was my
boy being gently steered out of the water by this boy who had his right hand
at Bryce's lower back just above his white ass.  He walked him out of the
pool and over to where I was sitting.  "Were you trying to get this cute
little guy's attention?"  There was Bryce, dripping wet,  his sandy blond
hair draped over his forehead, hands over crotch as if letting go would
result in his balls falling on to the grass below.

Responding to the young man who steered Bryce to me, I said:  Yes....thank
you for retrieving him for me.  I figured he is probably as hungry as a
horse right now smelling those hot dogs on the grill.   Bryce just stood
there dripping now in a semi state of shock as if he had been somehow
transposed into a new world.  I had to admit that I was still just as
shocked even though I was not naked.  The boy who brought my son over to me
was certainly not self conscious standing there showing off his hardware.
He  introduced himself as Charles.  We shook hands and as we did, he said
that the hot dogs were smelling good to him also and was going to join us on
the line now forming by the grill.  Bryce asked for a towel to dry himself
off but I knew he was hoping to at least use the towel to wrap around his
waist.  Charles, however, said to Bryce:  "We don't use towels here so we
don't create a laundry nuisance for Dr. Kelly...just squeegee yourself off
like this...."  He then proceeded to gently use his fingers to squeeze the
water from Bryce's arms, chest and hair getting to his legs last.  Bryce was
not enjoying this close contact by this guy he hardly knew.  But Charles was
displaying a lot of self confidence and I was impressed with how he was
handling my boy ignoring his modesty issues.

We got on line, filled out plates and grabbed some drinks.  As we got near
Pat who was still manning the grill, he looked up at Charles and asked him
if he was coming in on Tuesday for his 'birthday physical' to which Charles
replied that he was scheduled for 3pm.  Birthday physical?  I had never
really heard of that before although the idea of an annual exam triggered by
one's birthday was pretty rational as I thought about it.  We found a table
a bit out of the way in the shade.  There, Charles and I started to chat
while Bryce listened, napkin neatly covering his cock.  I said to
Charles......So you are having a birthday soon?  Charles replied yes...that
he was going to be 18 on Wednesday.  I knew he was older than the rest of
the boys so his telling me he was about to turn 18 was not totally shocking
although seeing him playing with the younger guys in the pool a bit earlier
one might have thought he was younger.  But, Charles stood out not just
because he had pubes but he also had a pretty good size cock with a moderate
amount of hair on his legs, chest and arms.

So, Charles, (I said), mind if I ask you some questions?  Charles was more
than happy to talk:  I noticed all of the boys have what appears to be the
same crew cut hairstyle.  How come?

"We are all members of the Spencer Movement and the Movement dictates this
type of hairstyle."
Why is that?
"The Movement discourages individuality.  All boys are alike, are treated
alike and expected to behave alike..."
So the Movement is about controlling individual personality?
"Oh, it is much more than that.  The Movement is about teaching a boy
discipline, obedience and respect. .."
And you do this through hair cuts and swimming naked?  I asked somewhat in
jest but hoping it would elicit a more specific response...
"It's about clean living...shunning the the things that corrupt boys these
days and strict adherence to the Principles of Morality, Authority and
living a life free of sin...."
Ahaa....so now I am thinking that this is a religious group which prompted
me to ask: So, is the Spencer Movement associated with a particular
religion?
"Well, the Movement is made up of a loose network of chapters or stakes.
This group you see here are all associated with the Parklawn stake of the
Mormon faith but our association with the Church is no different than a
church's sponsorship of the Scouts.  Other religions also have Movement
chapters and some chapters are totally independent of churches.
Can I ask....I can't help but notice that the boys, with the exception of
you, do not have pubes....this can't be a coincidence since most of the boys
appear old enough to have pubes...
"The Movement sees manhair as a sign of being a man...an adult.  But the
Movement does not recognize adulthood until the boy turns 18.  I have my
pubes because my dad allowed me to grow mine starting a few weeks ago in
recognition of my pending 18th birthday. But till last month, My dad shaved
my manhair every two weeks.   Trust me, no matter how old you are, you
always feel like a boy when you are without your manhair..."

We discussed that aspect of the Movement for a while.  Bryce who was
nervously listening, finally interrupted and first asked if we could go
home?  I told him No and then he asked if he could go back in the water
probably deciding safety in numbers...  I told him he could but first we
needed to reapply suntan lotion before.  I was still eating and Charles was
done.  So he got up and got the lotion from the table near the entrance to
the house came back and offered to apply the lotion on Bryce so I wouldn't
have to get my hands greased up while I was eating.  I had to say yes to
this.  Much to Bryce's chagrin.  Bryce tried to overrule Charles saying how
he could put the lotion on but Charles already had the tube opened and and
poured a large glob into the palm of his right hand.  I then watched as he
massaged the lotion all over Bryce's naked body from toes to head....no
hesitation, no embarrassment (on Charles' part) and no qualms about getting
those delicate areas.  Bryce visibly shivered and shuttered as he lathered
up his balls and cock and then kneaded the cream into his ass cheeks and
deep into his crack.  "Whoa...did Dr. Kelly give you shots back here?"
looking at the 8 injection sites still visible on both of Bryce's ass
cheeks.   I replied that Bryce had his physical this morning and had some
catching up to do on his inoculations...  "Oh...is it your birthday Bryce?"
Bryce sheepishly replied --as Charles covered his chest and lower abdomen
including his pubic area in lotion-- that the physical was because he was
going to play sports at the Latin School.  "Ahhh....guess what Bryce...all
of these boys here go to the Latin School also....you are meeting your
school mates!"  Bryce gave Charles a long almost horrified look although
that look of horror may have been because one of those sweeps between his
ass cheeks resulted in a long sweep between his legs all the way to the back
of his scrotum to which Bryce responded by standing high up on his tippy
toes.  Charles was being very thorough.....as he slathered the lotion over
Bryce's cock he unabashedly said to Bryce...."don't worry about getting
hard, it will allow me to get better coverage of your dick..."  Yes....it
did and Charles thought nothing of ensuring complete coverage with me
watching.  It seemed to me that Charles was a boy who definitely was
familiar with handling a boy's body.

With Bryce now finished and back in the water, Charles and I resumed our
conversation.
So, how old are these boys here?  Charles told me that the youngest, not
counting Colin was 12 and the oldest, not counting him was 16.
And they all accept denial of their pubes until they turn 18?  "Oh
yeah....it is the price a boy pays for living a chaste, moral life devoted
to the Lord..."
So, are haircuts and shaved pubes the basic tenets of The Movement?
"Well, the boys are only allowed to wear white briefs...no boxers, no boxer
briefs and no colored underwear.  And all of us are subject to Corporal
punishment until the age of 18 --I hope till 18 anyway!"

Whoa! I thought to myself.  This revelation I had to pursue further.
Wait....all of these boys are spanked??   "Sure...by hand, belt, paddle hair
brush or whatever implement his dad my choose....they/we --at least till
Wednesday for me-- are subjected to Corporal punishment in our homes and
every other Sunday the Movement meets in somebody's home and each boy will
stand before the group, confess his sins and will then accept his punishment
before the group......(pause).....naked."
Wait...the Movement supports a program of public punishments of the boys
naked?
"Yes.  actually, at these meetings the boys strip off their clothes anyway
as a sign that each of them are the same in the eyes of the Lord."

So, nudity is also an important part of the Movement?
"yes...a boy is taught that he has nothing to hide....he is taught to bare
his soul, to bare his sins and to bare his body..."

And you get together twice a month for this purpose?
"yes....and also for the boys to be taught obedience lessons to minimize
spank time....and for the dad's to learn about new techniques, new ways to
spank...and perhaps a guest speaker...."

Wow, this sounds quite organized.
"Yeah...I guess you could say that although it really doesn't take much
organization to go to somebody's house, strip off your clothes, recite your
sins of the past two weeks and then bend over and receive forgiveness...."

Is that what you call spanking?  Forgiveness?
"At these meetings, yes.  At home it is called getting the belt!"

Ouch!  May I ask how often your dad gave you the belt?"
Daily...sometimes maybe more...Spencerarians believe in prophalactic
spanking which means even if you go a day without doing anything wrong my
dad would spank me at least 5 strokes so that I would remember what the pain
was like and he believed that spanking not only is effective as a punishment
but also as an incentive to avoid earning a more severe spanking...."

You got the belt daily....may I ask what types of offenses earned you a
daily belting?
"Oh ...you know the usual things a boy does.....Disobedience, lying, bad
grades, talking back, not doing my chores, not doing my homework or not
doing it neatly....masturbating..."

You got the belt for masturbating??
"(laughing)....now you know why I got the belt so often!"

We also talked about Bryce and how I came to adopt him upon the death of his
paternal father and then my wife not too many years after.  Pat came over
and joined us for a while and the subject of Bryce's physical came up.  Said
Pat:  "yeah...I gave the boy a two-hour going over this morning (chuckling
as he said it).  Responded Charles:  "I remember you giving me an hour
physical once...that was bad enough!"  Responded Pat:  "Well, you shot
quicker my boy...."

I was talking about Bryce's modesty issues when Pat said to me:  "Turn
around."  I did and looked over at the boys at the pool.  They had gone from
playing water tag to now climbing up the 20 foot high water slide and
crashing down into the water.  There was Bryce, out of the water on an
almost conga line with the other boys climbing the ladder seemingly
oblivious to his bare genitals swinging back and forth as he climbed to the
top.  "See"  Pat said...."once they are shown the normalcy of nudity, it
becomes a non issue...."  And he was right, in this environment of naked
boys, Bryce was just like them and just as comfortable.  A far cry from just
24 hours ago and his life up to now.  But it was healthy.  Boys don't have
to be running around naked all day but nor should they feel that if another
set of eyes should gaze upon their naked bodies their skin will melt.

Pat asked me what time I was bringing Bryce in on Monday for his
circumcision.  I told him that his game should be over before 2pm and that
we would swing home real quick for him to shower and should be at his office
by 3.  Pat said that he could shower at his office but I wanted to bring him
home first.  Hearing us talking about his pending surgery, Charles started
asking about it.  Then, just before he went back into the pool to play with
the boys, he asked me and Pat if it would be possible for him to observe the
surgery.  I had no objections if Pat didn't.  Pat said his only request
would be that Charles shower and change into medical scrubs to minimize
germs.  Charles readily agreed.  I didn't see any reason to tell Bryce.  I
figured that would be the least of things bothering him come Monday.

Before Charles slipped back into the pool, his father came over and sat down
with me and Pat.  Bob Thornton was a very distinguished man who had white
hair, a ruddy complexion and a strong, construction worker type build.  I
even noticed that when I shook hands with him his hands were very large and
very rough.  Besides Charles, he had 3 other boys.  One of them Colt was in
the pool playing with Bryce.  He was the 12 year old.  The other two boys
were 6 year old twins who were home with their mom.  Commenting on the
spread in ages of his boys (6-18), I jokingly asked if he had gotten a
second wind?  No, Bob responded...a second wife.    Did he mean by that he
remarried or was he simply adding on?  ....but then I remembered Charles
saying he wasn't Mormon.  Funny how stereotypes live on.

Pat got up to tend to his other guests leaving me and Bob talking.  I
mentioned to him that Charles had filled me on the Spencer Movement.  He
proceeded to provide a lot more detail...how each stake has a "Master" and
he talked more about Purity while Charles only indirectly referred to their
discouraging masturbation.  I asked him:  How do you spank your children?
What I meant of course, was did he use his hand or implement.  He quickly
responded:  "Savagely when needed."  I guess he saw the look of shock and he
went on to say:  "The real goal is to break the boy of his spirit so that he
won't want to resist...to teach him that resistance is futile.  The best
way...the quickest way to do that is to punish the boy sufficiently when he
does something wrong so that he not only thinks twice before he repeats that
mistake but also thinks twice before he makes any mistake.  My boys dread
getting punished and when you have instilled sufficient dread then they
learn how to avoid bad behavior."

I then asked him about the nudity issue:  What role does nudity play in
raising your boys?
"Nudity is a very powerful tool.  It allows you to get to more easily break
a boy.  He is taught he is subservient, that he has no rights, no rights to
privacy...no reason for modesty.  There is a reason why our government
interrogated prisoners in Iraq naked.  It is the same reason that the
Movement promotes the use of nudity....to get inside a boy's soul."

With that, our conversation was interrupted by some shouting.  Apparently
one of the boys tried to cut in front of the line to the water slide,
pushing another boy out of the way and that boy fell, cutting his shin on
the concrete.  Pat tended to the minor injury and the dad of the bully
quickly tended to him.  He brought him over to one of the white plastic lawn
chairs, bent his boy over the back of it and proceeded to paint his ass with
about 10 strong lashes with his belt.  But it was the procedure that had me
mesmerized. ..
"Get over here....mount the chair boy and hold on to the seat....I want to
see your ass up high and your legs wide...  Once the boy was positioned and
already crying, the father took off his belt, one of those braided leather
casual belts.  He then told his son:  "Don't look down, look up at the boys
at the pool.  With his son bent over the chair, legs widely splayed, head
looking up resulting in his back arching, he proceeded to start to deliver a
vicious (to me) ass whipping...   SWACK!  The boy quickly responded jerking
in place and letting out a billowing audible gasp.  SWACK!  This blow seemed
even harder causing much the same reaction only now the gasp was a scream
followed by PLEASE DADDY, no more!!  I noticed how all of the other fathers
were moving over to stand directly behind the disciplinarian casually eating
their hot dogs or sipping their drinks.  SWACK!!  Four strokes into his ass
tanning, this boy was screaming uncontrollably and begging his dad for
forgiveness. I also noticed that the frolicking in the pool came to a
screeching halt as each boy stood frozen in place watching one of their own
getting 'forgiveness.'   I was not in a position to see the damage done to
his ass but it looked from my angle at about 2 oclock to the boy that he was
getting a very thorough ass whipping while everyone watched.  Keep in mind
the boy had been in the pool and was quite wet which had to add to the
sting.  By five strokes, the boy seemed truly contrite and was now almost
hoarse as he begged forgiveness.  His dad did not stop however until he had
delivered 10 very strong blows to the boy's ass and upper thighs while he
stoically remained in position.  Once it was over, the boy stayed exactly in
place over the chair, back arched staring towards the pool while his dad
reinserted the belt in his pants loops.  Then the father hugged the boy
briefly and whispered some words of assurance in the boy's ears and then
walked him over to the nearby pool storage shed where he placed the boy
standing, legs apart, hands on his head facing the white siding of the
shed.  The boy was still openly sobbing, his ass an almost plaid pattern of
red, white and purple stripes.  I had no idea a belt could do so much damage
with just 10 applications. Bob Thornton came over to me and said:  "That is
how you teach a 14 year old to think twice...."
Indeed.   A few minutes following the end of the punishment the boys in the
pool resumed playing water basketball.  The boy punished stood straight,
hands on head, legs apart quietly sobbing.

Bryce and I left the party around 4pm.  Bryce was only too happy to get away
from this event although he seemed to be enjoying himself once he adjusted.
The ride home was very quiet.  He had a lot to think about....his
physical....the impromptu pool party...the ass whipping of one of his new
friends and his pending circumcision in a few short days not to mention how
his day began with a two-hour physical.  When we got home, Bryce went up to
his room quietly, showered and then took a nap.  I sat outside in the shade
of our backyard and started to also contemplate all that I had seen today.
To think my boy had been uncircumcised all these years and I never knew it!
But I also had a lot to absorb.  Which world was the better world?  Bryce's
loosely structured environment in which he had few restrictions and many
hang-ups probably which probably resulted in his many hang-ups or this
highly structured world of the Spencer Movement in which boys who stepped
out of line were quickly and somewhat harshly dealt with....whose
individualities were somewhat inhibited by uniform haircuts and white
briefs....  There was no question who were more disciplined
I noticed that when the boys came out of the pool to get on line for lunch,
they proceeded to take their meals and go to where their fathers were
sitting.  Only in each case, each boy sat on the grass immediately to the
right of his dad's chair.  It struck me as odd because the boys made no
attempt to sit together and all assumed the same sitting position which was
a kneeling position, then sit on your feet, knees wide astride so that they
sat between their legs.  It was certainly not a sitting position for the
modest!  But then these boys were all conditioned not to have modesty.

We showed up at Dr. Kelly's office a bit late on Monday because the baseball
game that Bryce was playing in went long.  Certainly not because of Bryce.
A normally sure base hit runner, he struck out three times before the coach
quietly pulled him from the roster.  Clearly his mind was elsewhere.  When
we got to Dr. Kelly's office, Bryce was shocked to find Charles there.  I
had not bothered to mention that Charles had asked permission to observe the
procedure.  Charles looked quite official, dressed in blue scrubs, a shower
curtain like hat on and blue booties over his feet.  Dr. Kelly told Bryce to
get undressed and once naked sent him down the hall to pee one last time
prior to his surgery.  Charles escorted my naked boy down the brightly lit,
white tiled hall to the rest room.  When they returned, Pat asked Charles to
do a wipe down of my boy's cock with an antispetic cleaner that he handed
him.
Bryce was almost in a robotic trance at this point not sure what was next
but showing little resistance anymore to whatever the next indignity was.
Of course the next indignity was the shave.of the few pubic hairs that he
had.  I noticed that Charles was showing a brotherly touch with Bryce,
holding his hand and bracing his shoulder.  I also noticed that Bryce seemed
to respond to the embraces.  (For those who want a detailed description of
Bryce's circumcision, contact me).

Following the surgery, Bryce was still a bit groggy.  The anesthetic that
was used only numbed his cock --a horrifying procedure in which Dr. Kelly
injected needles directly into the base of his penis aiming them at his
pubic bone and then one high up just below the glans of his penis.  These
did not make my boy groggy, however.  It was the suppository that he
inserted up my son's ass that put him into lala land.  It was a bullet
shaped, tan colored suppository about the size of a finger.  Once it took
effect it left Bryce very cooperative.  But he could hardly walk.  Pat gave
me one more to give the boy to help him sleep through the night.  after the
surgery, he put Bryce in an extra long tee shirt the kind that girls like to
use as night shirts.  This afforded Bryce some cover as we left the office
but did not apply undue pressure to his genital area for the quick trip
home.  Charles helped me steer Bryce into the SUV and then followed us home.

We situated the boy in the Family room on the couch where he almost
immediately dozed off.  Charles removed the night shirt leaving Bryce naked
saying he didn't want the edge of the shirt to rub against his cock.  Pat
had said to leave him uncovered as much as possible over the next few days
because the air would speed healing.  Bryce was still medicated enough that
he didn't care that he was on the couch in the family world totally naked.
His cock had a loose weave bandage wrapped around it.  Pat said to leave it
on until he had to pee and then following to let the air at it.  He didn't
feel like eating dinner which was understandable, but he needed to pee a
lot.  Because he was still wobbly, I took him into the bathroom the first
time, unwrapped his soldier and pointed it to the center of the toilet.
Perhaps because of the insult to his cock, he needed to pee quite often and
thereafter Charles took him to the nearby bathroom.  As the evening
progressed, Bryce became quite irritable.  Why not?  His dick was  angry red
and throbbing.  I reapplied the petroleum jelly to it and gave him Tylenol
II which did not seem to help much.  Around 10pm, I gave him that
suppository that put him back into lala land and then brought him up to
bed.  Pat told me an easy way to insert the bullet.  I had Bryce squat down
on his feet knees wide apart and once in that position, I was able to easily
insert the suppository up his chute.  That knocked him out although
everytime he rolled over or his hand went to his cock he was awakened by
shooting pain and when he awoke he would scream for me.  Charles decided to
spend the night to help out and I didn't argue because I had to finish a
work project the next day and was going to need some rest and also some
uninterrupted time to get it done.  Responding to one of Bryce's screams and
calls for help, Charles came back downstairs and said that he thought he
solved the problem.  Sure enough, Bryce quieted down for a much longer
stretch.  I went upstairs just to make sure he was ok and there he was sound
asleep, tied spread eagled on his bed!  It worked.  It kept him from turning
over or touching his cock in his sleep.
The only problem was his frequent need to pee.  Charles slept in Bryce's
room in his spare bed allowing me to get some needed rest.  I did however
awaken in the middle of the night and went down to Bryce's room to see how
he was doing.  He was fine....sound asleep stretched out on his back arms
and legs tied to each corner sleeping fitfully.  Looking over at Charles in
the other bed, he too was asleep, also naked.

Bryce's discomfort improved dramatically by the next day.  His soldier was
still a very angry almost dark cherry red.  But it was more of a throbbing
sensation with not as much pain unless he touched it or brushed it against
something.  Charles took to calling Bryce's dick "Red."  How's Red doing?
But each time Bryce had to pee which was still frequently, Charles took him
to the bathroom and carefully held his cock for him, not allowing Bryce to
handle his own bathroom duties.  Interestingly, Bryce never complained about
being naked.  In fact, he went the rest of that week naked with the
exception of his office visits to Dr. Kelly on Wednesday and again on Friday
to check on his progress.  He resumed baseball that following Saturday.  Two
weeks following his surgery, he returned once again to Dr. Kelly for a final
follow up.  By now, Bryce was used to the procedure....taking off all of his
clothing upon entering the exam room, no protest or complaint.  On this
final visit, Dr. Kelly said to him:  "Ok....let me know if this hurts..."
He then took Bryce's cock in his right hand and carefully started to fondle
it allowing it to swell it bit an upon not hearing any complaints, he took
some KY and started to coat the boy's shaft, slowly moving his fingers up
and down.  Bryce's dick responded by filling up and he started to quietly
moan and gyrate his hips.  Said Pat:  "Well, I hear no complaints about pain
so I would say mission accomplished!...you can see his skin is real tight as
he gets hard....over time it will loosen some but a tight cut will give him
good sexual response..."

Charles and I became friends which was odd considering that I was almost
twice his age.  But he continued to come around the house often to play with
Bryce and he and I started to play golf at the club also.  I got to learn
more about him, his family and their lifestyle and the Spencer Movement.  I
was increasingly impressed.  However Charles was raised, the result was one
well adjusted young man.

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At the time that Pat (Dr. Kelly) had placed the testicular exam procedure in
my good hands, I did not realize the power that  he had given to me.  Of
course, any male will tell you the power when you control a guy's balls.
Those delicate little orbs located tantalizingly outside of the body,
dangling in a delicate sack in many ways are the center of the male
universe.  They represent almost complete pleasure and can also represent
enormous pain.  Tied in as closely as they are with the penis, they
represent a package of control either pleasurable control or painful
control.

The testicular examination is ostensibly about assuring that there are no
tumors, growths or other unwelcome maladies that, left undiagnosed and
untreated, can cause irreparable harm to a boy.  Even though any boy with a
hand is more than capable of performing the examination on himself, due to a
lack of maturity, understanding and innate belief in their own
indestructibility,  boys simply don't bother.  And let's face it, should
they feel something not right,  that does not mean they will tell anybody.
So, it is quite understandable that a pediatrician who knows boys better
than the boys themselves would want to place this delicate responsibility
into the more capable hands of an adult.  At Bryce's physical, Pat had shown
me briefly how to examine the orbs.  It seemed pretty routine and certainly
one I was familiar having checked myself regularly since a young teen albeit
perhaps not as carefully or as frequently as I should.  That's why Pat's
"First Saturday of the Month Club" was a clever way of getting us in the
habit of systematically performing this examination every month on a given
day.

Bryce had his initial physical with Dr. Kelly in June and five days later
Pat performed his circumcision leaving the boy, while not in agony,
certainly with one angry red little soldier that we tended to over the next
ten days with meds and a liberal coating of petroleum jelly to isolate the
skin from possible infection.  That being the case and the fact that at
Pat's suggestion we left Bryce naked from the waist down while in the house
to avoid unnecessary friction, I did not start Bryce in the First Saturday
club in July, waiting till the first Saturday of August to launch the
monthly inspection.

The night before, as he was getting ready for bed, I told Bryce that
tomorrow morning we were going to start the First Saturday checks and that I
would come in to his bathroom while he was showering.  "Oh, cmon Dad!  I
don't want you doing that to me!"

Of course not, what boy would?  But it was an important check to perform and
one that he would get use to and accepting over time.  In any event, it was
not something open to argument.  I was learning that perhaps because of
undue sensitivity to the boy losing first his paternal father and then his
mother that I had been way to easy as a parent, not enforcing more rules and
placing limits on him which allowed him to have this very strong independent
streak and a sense of entitlement to privacy from me.  His loud
protestations about the testicular examination was merely a reflection of
this belief that his body was his own domain --a belief I believed shattered
by Pat's nearly two-hour detailed physical examination and the subsequent
circumcision.  After all, it was elective surgery and it was I that elected
that he have it.  His protests leading up to the surgery was merely a vocal
exercise.  I had to admit that making him submit to this procedure left me
with an overpowering sense of control --total control.  And, I think that
control did not escape Bryce's young 13 year old mind.  Whereas prior to
having his physical with Pat in June, I had never seen him naked, now I had
not only seen him naked for the examination, but I also saw him ejaculate
and under the careful manual manipulations by Pat was able to closely
observe his auto erotic responses from the facial distortions to his almost
coital response in the back and forth undulations on his hips as Pat picked
up the pace and brought him to orgasm.  He protested then of course.  But as
Pat got the rhythm going his protestations and pleadings deteriorated into
moans and grunts of uncontrolled responses as the pleasure of the careful
stroking of his then uncut penis was controlled for the first time not by
himself but by another.  He begged me to tell Dr. Kelly to stop seeming to
forget for the moment that he had protested me being in the room...but I
just told him to let Dr. Kelly finish his procedure and sat back and
absorbed my stepson's self indulgent surrender to the stimulation of his
genitals.

Just as then his protests now were to no avail.  The testicular examination
was going to be performed by me as prescribed by his doctor on the fist
Saturday of every month.

On Saturday morning, I heard the the toilet flush and then the water turn on
in his shower about 9am.  Bryce liked to sleep in like any young teen but
summers were busy time for him and especially now in early August as his
summer baseball league was winding down and Fall soccer practice was
beginning.  Between practices and games, I was spending almost full time as
his chauffeur.  Upon hearing the shower being turned on I put down my
morning paper and coffee and went upstairs to his room.  He had not made his
bed yet but he would before he came downstairs.  I looked over at the floor
near his bed and lo-and-behold there lying on the floor was a wadded up
tissue.  Ahh...such innocence.  I was never  that dumb growing up to leave
my cum soaked tissues on the floor like that.  I had brothers who would have
mercilessly teased me had I been so careless.  Bryce has no siblings and has
always had almost territorial control of his bedroom.  At least till now.  I
picked up the spent issue, felt the cool moist dampness and smell that
unmistakeable aroma of freshly deposited semen and smiled.  Here we were
concerned that he was not developing as fast as he ought to be.  Maybe his
gonads were still a bit small and firm, his penis not up to competitive
standards and his pubic bush more like a work in early progress....but
clearly the boy knew the pleasures of masturbation.  Perhaps it was the rude
introduction by Dr. Kelly when he made Bryce stand and face me while he
stroked him to orgasm.  I had not done any bedside investigation up to that
point to know if Bryce was maturbating and how often.  But, now I had the
evidence in hand....and useful information also.  After all, unlike his
noisy orgasm at the hands of Dr. Kelly, this was performed in the privacy of
his bedroom behind closed doors.  Bryce was undoubtedly comfortable in the
belief that his secret was safe.  I put the moist tissue back down on his
bedroom floor and proceeded to go into his bathroom only to find his door
locked.  That irritated me.  Afterall, there are only the two of us living
in the house so if he feels a need to lock his bathroom door, who is he
trying to keep out?  Of course, all it takes is shoving a thin stick in the
center hole to unlock the door.  I moved to his desk and undid a Bic pen,
yanking out the narrow plastic ink cartridge and with a definitive insertion
popped the lock and walked in on my boy.

Almost done Bryce?  as I peeled the shower curtain back a tad to see the
sheen of his wet skin.  "Dad!  Get out!!!"  Now Bryce, let's stop this
nonsense.  I told you that we were going to start the First Saturday checks
today since you are now enrolled in Dr. Kelly's club and by the way, I am
not going to tell you again to not lock your doors.  If I catch you locking
either your bedroom or bathroom doors one more time I will simply take them
off the hinges and you can live without doors.  Now, hurry up and finish
rinsing off so I can do the check.  We have a busy day ahead.

Bryce had very interesting color contrasts on his body.  The most dramatic
was the alabaster white of his lower trunk.  The skin is so white that it
has a faint pink tinge from the blood vessels just below the surface and
every so often there is a pink mark or splotch left behind by merely the
slightest of contact with almost anything.  Perhaps because he just turned
13, his skin is still very very delicate.  But, because he is active in
outdoor sports in the summer --baseball and soccer-- he has very tanned
extremeties.  But even here, there are gradients.  For example, his arms
have more of a tan than his chest.  His neck is a very dark tan and the back
of his neck is almost reg-tinged.  His legs seem to get darker the lower you
travel away from his groin till you get to his shins where the cover from
the soccer shin guards have protected them from dark tanning.  And then
there is his almost racoon like face, tanned but with white splotches caused
by my insistence he put zinc-oxide on his nose and below the eyes.  The
bottom of his feet, especially in the wam shower are a shocking pink.  But
the thing that really stands out is the sharp contrasting white of his tight
butt.  Added to that is the contrasting between his white skin of his pubic
area and his rosy pink penis and scrotum nestled just below a sparse but
growing pubic bush.  His chest and back are a nice bronze glow due to his
swimming in the pool and reclining on the chaise in the sun while listening
to his Ipod.  Lots of different colors that help to define a boy's fine
athletically honed body.

He shut the water off.  The bathroom was now swarthed in a warm foggy mist.
He reached his arm out from behind the curtain looking to grab his towel.  I
got to the towel first, however and spread it on the floor.  Standing there,
I had also decided to replace his opague shower curtain with a clear plastic
one.  If he was going to still insist of privacy I was going to minimize its
availability.
Just step out son, it is better we do this before you dry off.  "Oh Dad!  do
I have to?"

Hearing that I pulled the curtain back leaving him no reason to remain in
the shower.  He stepped out on to his towel, his short hair laying flat down
on his head in a somewhat Romanesque David look. The summer had been good to
him.  Always lean, his muscles were showing nice definition on his lower
legs, biceps and his shoulders were looking broader.  I was thinking the
next time we went over to Pat's I was going to have him weigh Bryce again.
He looked like he put on weight and my bathroom scale in my bathroom never
seems to be accurate...always adding illusory poundage.

"Ok Bryce....here's the drill."  I reached into his medicine cabinet and
grabbed the bottle of Baby oil I had purchased.  The beauty of baby oil,
besides being super slick is that it has a very strong, pronounced fragrance
that you would not otherwise smell.  It has an odor all to its own.  This I
thought very beneficial because Bryce would soon learn to associate the
distinct baby oil fragrance with the embarassing monthly exams.  I started
to liberally coat both of my hands with the greasy oil allowing the room to
soak up the scent.  "Stand on the towel, lift your right leg and put it on
the bathtub ledge and hold on to the sink so you don't lose your balance.
Slowly, Bryce complied.  I nudged his left leg a bit further away while
holding him by his chest so that he had a nice wide stance.  This allowed
his scrotum to hang freely.  It is really amazing how effective a hot shower
is on a boy's tight scrotum.  During the physical, Bryce's scrotum was
coiled tight to his body.  You could see the tight ridges and when Pat
lifted his penis, his balls were tightly constrained up against the root of
his cock.  Now, while there wasn't much hanging, his scrotum was smooth and
in this awkward position, you could easily delineate the curvature of each
of his testicles.  His left hanging slightly higher than his right.
To add to his participation, I told Bryce to hold his dick up against his
tummy.  He didn't really need to do this.  It isn't like he has a firehose.
In fact, in its most flaccid state as it was now, Bryce's penis was barely 2
inches.  But having him participate in the surrendering of his modesty was a
good thing.  I added a bit more baby oil to my right hand and then started
to slowly apply it to his scrotum.  I noticed  that as I did this his toes
started to curl.  I am not sure if that was a pleasurable response or one of
embarrassment.

After I had his genitals, and a portion of his penis glistening with oil, I
took my thumb and forefinger, grasped his sack and gentily captured his
right testicle pulling it against the lower part of his scrotum.  Then I
started to slowly move my fingers around the orb.  As I did this, Bryce's
body was kind of nervously undulating and I could hear a faint audible grunt
from him, not one that you would associate with pain or discomfort but more
of a satisfying tonal response.  As I smoothed my fingers around his right
testicle I came upon the epididymis which is that spaghetti-like structure.
Upon touching this Bryce noticeably winced and slightly pulled back as it is
highly sensitive any touch.  "What's that" he said in a very low almost
raspy tone.  I said to him:  This?  placing my fingernail a bit more
uncomfortably on it is called your Epididymis...epy for short.  Your epy is
very sensitive and also very revealing.  "How's that?"  he asked as it kind
of pulled his torso a bit further away from me as my fingernails continued
its insinuation into this delicate appendage to his right testicle....
Well, it tells me that you masturbated within the last hour or so.  That got
his attention!  "How does it tell you that?"  Well, I said, the little
tubules that I am pressing my fingernail against --and I pressed just a tad
more causing him to now grown, wince in pain and pull his butt further
back--I can feel that they are empty.  So, unless you had intercourse, you
drained them by whacking off.  Am I right Bryce?  As I said that, I gave his
epy a bit more pressure and he said:  "OW!  yes!, let go!!"  I then said to
him:  "In experienced fingers, I can feel your epy and tell when you are
lying...a bit of a built in lie-detector."
Bryce, now grateful that I eased up on the pressure but still standing legs
astride with my fingers on his epy said:  "uhhh..how's that?"  I let go of
his scrotum for a second and said:  I can't tell you all the secrets.  Just
remember the next time you try to lie to me that I know a procedure that
will let me know...."

I then added abit more baby oil on to my fingers and reached for his left
testicle.  The oil was now running down the inner thighs of his legs.  I
slowly felt around his left orb which felt smaller than his right but Pat
had said they were both 8ml which he measured by using an orchidometer
during his physical. The scrotual sac is incredibly soft on its own, but
soaked in baby oil, it feels extremely tender...almost beyond description.
By now, Bryce was squirming quite a bit more and his upper body was flushing
a rosy color.  I then told him to that he could let go of his dick and place
his foot back on the floor.  In a normal standing position, I then checked
his penis, slightly pulling it away from his body stretching it to about 3
and a half inches and then ran by still greasy hands over the member.  He
shuddered, pulled his torso back away but not too far since his cock was now
stretched out taught.  "Hold still son:" as I carefully ran my fingers over
his shaft watching it quickly inflate and the veins in his cock go from a
purple presence under the skin to a a pronouncd dimensional feature.
Following that, I ran my finger over his glans watching his body violently
react as he almost spastically shook his body.  Any pain?  "No" he
squeaked.  Your circumcision has healed nicely.  And your responses to the
exam are excellent.   Everything seems in order. You can finish drying off
now.  He started to step back into the shower and I stopped him.  "Where are
you going Bryce?  "I want to wash off the baby oil."  Well, I didn't want
him to wash it off.  I wanted him to feel the slickness and smell that
unmistakeable scent as he relived his first First Saturday exam.  No need
son, the oil is good for your skin.  Just get dressed, make your bed and
come down for breakfast.  Oh ...son, we will need to have a convo about how
often you masturbate.  We can't have a telented athlete like you draining
yourself of your energy....

Bryce smelled baby fresh the better part of that day and I am sure he had
lots to think about as he looked forward to the First Saturday in September.

###

Following Bryce's circumcision,  things once again settled down.  We still
saw Charles who visited with us frequently.  He would come over and play
basketball with Bryce and sometimes they swam in our pool --with bathing
suits I might add.  And sometimes he joined me at the club for a round of
golf.  At 18, he seemed to easily socialize with both my son and myself.
Bryce resumed his baseball playing about 10 days following his surgery and
Charles frequently met us at the field.  Soccer tryouts at his new school
were scheduled for the 2nd week of July.  I could not believe how fast our
summer was going.  It seemed like he had barely gotten out of school and we
were already getting into a routine for his new school.  I try to attend all
of his practices.  For one thing, he needs a ride to them and I enjoy
watching him.  Bryce is a talented athlete and it is amazing how skillful he
is as a soccer Forward cutting through the Defense to the goal.  On the
soccer pitch he is clearly a different boy.  He plays with confidence,
enthusiasm and most importantly, he plays to win.  It doesn't matter whether
it is a practice or a tournament, if he is on that field he is hellbent on
planting that ball in the goal.

I had just transferred him into the Latin School from public school.
Originally, I was going to send him there for high school only but there
were increasing problems at his public school, so I transferred him over for
8th grade.

I knew that going to The Latin School was going to be a considerable change
for Bryce.  For one thing, there was the consent form that allowed for the
use of Corporal punishment.  That surprised me and it shocked Bryce.  I
dismissed it as an issue however telling Bryce that he had nothing to fear
because he was never a troublemaker.  Or so I thought.

Soccer tryouts were an eye-opening experience.  Tryouts were not on the main
fields but were relegated to a series of 12 practice fields stretched out
behind the school  There were many team tryouts going on at the same time:
football, lacrosse and soccer both for the junior high as well as tryouts
for the Freshman, JV and varsity high school teams.

Bryce was told to report to Field 6 and was told to wear the school's white
PE  shorts and to bring an old white undershirt.  I did not understand the
reason for an old shirt but soon saw that they used a magic marker to put a
number on the shirt.  About 40 guys turned out for Opening tryouts so I
guess it was much easier identifying the players by a number than trying to
memorize all 40 names.  Interestingly, when they divided the boys into two
teams, they played the traditional skins vs shirts and for the bare chested
boys, they then applied their numbers on to their backs and right bicep.

The soccer coach for the Junior High team was a no-nonsense kind of guy but
that is probably a very good trait to have in a coach.  At the first day of
practice, he told the boys that there were three things that separated a
winning team from the rest...that made a team a championship team:  Skill,
stamina and luck.  He said that while he could not always control their
luck, he could improve their skill and stamina.  Later on, he expounded on
the stamina issue.  He said that statistically 75% of winning goals are made
in the last 10 minutes of a game.  He said the reason for this is that one
team gets tired and that gives the better fit team an edge.  "We are going
to be the team that always has that edge..."

Practices always started out with a run around the perimeter of the 12
fields.  This was no small run.  I estimated it was a good half mile round
trip.  And there was already a well-worn path around the circumference of
the fields from the pounding the grass took as the many teams took their
laps many laps I might add.

One thing I was struck with when Coach Parker strutted on to the field that
first day.  Clipped to his belt was a cell phone and a brown leather
jokari-type paddle.  For those not familiar, it was like the back of a
hairbrush in shape.  He wore it clipped on his belt and you could not miss
it and I am sure none of the boys did either.  I know Bryce saw it.  In
fact, I noticed that as the coach spoke, Bryce stared directly at the paddle
the entire time.  I guess that is one way to hold the boy's attentions.

I mentioned that 40 boys showed up for tryouts.  Actually the number was
42.  But two boys showed up after 8:02 am.  Tryouts started at 8am.  Coach
Parker gave a 2 minute grace period being that it was the first day.  Those
that were not on the field by 8:02 were sent home.  Their tryouts for the
year ended.  And thereafter, he warned the boys that there would be no 2
minute grace period.  If practice was at 8am, they damn well better be there
by 8.  And after the team was picked, he moved the practice start times back
to 7am to help avoid the intense heat of the day.  Of course, boys who
showed up late were not sent home.  That is why he kept that paddle on his
hip.

As I said, practices started out with a jog around the perimeter of the
field --as it did for all of the other teams.  When the team made its way
back to Field 6, Parker tapped the shoulders of the last two boys.  It was
all very polite.  He moved them behind the nearby storage shed out of
sight.  Out of sight but not hearing range.  What we heard was:  "Being last
is a sign of laziness boys.  We do not tolerate laziness.  Drop your shorts
and grab hold of the shed....DO IT NOW!......legs
apart......SWAT!.....ow.....SWATT!  ....Ahhh.....SWATTT!.....AHHHHH!!!!!.
Then the other boy was addressed:  SWAT!   No!
please!!.....SWATT!!.....OWWW...THAT HURTS!!!.......SWATTT!!!!.....
AHHHHH......I'm sorry...please no more!!!.....  Ok boys....pull up your
shorts and join your teammates.....Now.
And within seconds, two red faced, tear streaked faces re-emerged from
behind the shed.
Coach Parker then addressed the team:  "Laggers get 3 strokes from the
Enforcer (pointing to his paddle remounted on his belt).  You never want to
be last on this team.  Now....let's try that run around the field one more
time!

Holy shit!  what was previously a jog around the field this time was a
Run-For-Your-Life race to the finish line.  Parker stood there watching them
beaming.  He got exactly the reaction he wanted.  He had their attention.
And just like the last time, the last two boys were tapped on the shoulder
and brought behind the shed soon to emerge red faced and tearful.  From only
3 slaps with that paddle.

The paddle was used for other forms of encouragement also.  He had the boys
do soccer scrimmages at 30 minute stretches and then 15 minutes of hard
workouts....push ups, sit ups, jumping jacks etc.  Boys showing an inability
to complete the reps of 30 were soon visiting the back of the shed.  On one
of those trips back there, I heard this:  "Where is your jockstrap boy?"  Oh
wow.  I knew the boys had to wear jocks for PE, but I did not think it would
be a requirement for practices or soccer games.  Soccer players don't wear
jockstraps, relying mostly on compression underwear or briefs.  I had told
Bryce he didn't need to wear a jock and instead he wore briefs to practice.
Apparently, I was wrong.  And the boy behind the shed to take his 3,
suddenly found himself getting 6. And clearly six from that paddle left a
boy hurting.  He was howling by 4.  That had Bryce sweating bullets and
frankly, me too.  Afterall, it was my assurance to not wear a jock.  And it
was now a powerful incentive for Bryce to not be last or not complete a
drill.  But, he was in good shape and that was not a problem.

The tryouts went on the entire morning before the players were split into
two teams and they played each other --shirts vs skins.  Bryce was a shirt,
Player #4.  After scoring two goals in quick succession, however, the coach
benched him, not out of punishment but because he had seen enough of his
skills.  Because of the heat, the temperature was now nearing 90 and the
humidity high, he did call time outs while the players got water on the
sidelines and he also had a hose with running water  held by a team manager
so the boys could cool down with a soak.  That's when I noticed what soon
became obvious to everyone.  The team was playing in white Umbro shorts
distributed by the school.  These were made of a silky rayon-type fabric
that when it got wet, turned almost totally transparent.  There was no
hiding what was underneath and it soon became all too clear which boys had
jockstraps and which didn't.   Coach Parker saw that also.  Soon 9 boys
found themselves behind the shed, screaming, crying and begging and
promising to always wear the jockstraps.  Bryce, having long since taken the
bench did not get hosed down fortunately and his lack of complete uniform
was not caught that day.  From then on he made sure to always wear a
jockstrap.  And, when those boys emerged from the shed, they did so wearing
their soccer shorts but no longer their underpants.  They finished the rest
of the practice...the drills...the runs....wearing just their transparent
shorts with no underpants to help with their modesty.  Sometimes punishments
take several forms.

Following that first day of practice, the coach ordered the team to the
showers.  I noticed that their departure to the shower room was carefully
orchestrated by the coaches  to avoid having too many teams in their at one
time.  This was a school that thought of everything it seems.

Bryce emerged from the locker room exhausted.  Even though he spent the
soccer drills on the bench having already earned a slot, he had to take part
in all of the conditioning drills.  They ran around that field at least a
dozen times and by the end of that practice I would guess they had done 90
pushups or more although not at once.  In fact, when the boys did get their
turn to go in the locker room and shower, I think all they cared about was
getting under the cool water and get home to a much needed rest.  But as the
coach said, he was going to work on their skills and their stamina.

Later that week, we got an email from the school saying that females would
no longer be allowed at the practice fields and that they should wait for
their boys in the parking lot.  They didn't go into specifics but I think
between the paddling and the shorts that all but disappeared when wet, it
was a wise rule to make.

Bryce made the team and the coach whipped these boys into
shape...literally.  Bryce got introduced to the paddle on his third
practice.  And by then without fear of any females present those paddlings
did not take place behind the shed anymore but out in front on the field.
They would lower their shorts but not their jocks.  And their red asses
shown like beacons under those shorts.  Bryce was horrified the first time
he got the paddle.  But like all boys he adjusted.  Good thing too because
these boys got it alot during practices....as did the other boys on the
other fields.  You could constantly hear the slap! slap! slap! of paddles
kissing bare skin up and down the fields.  It became a part of the routine
of practice at the Latin School.