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explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not
based on any actual events.



Sexual Development: Chapter 3 - Brothers' Initial Assessment
by
Gymnopedies


Jason raised his hand to knock on the door and then hesitated. For a
moment he considered not going through with it. He could disappear
somewhere for an hour or so. Maybe he could even fake an accident and
give that as a reason for not attending the appointment. But he knew
that he'd never get away with it. They would just reschedule the
appointment for another time, and meanwhile the school would give him
detention and his parents would give him hell. Besides, the little runt
standing behind him could hardly be counted on to keep his big mouth
shut and would no doubt jump at the chance to drop Jason right in the
shit.

The fourteen-year-old looked over his shoulder at his younger brother,
Ben. Ben was twelve, and though Jason would be quick to deny it, was
the exact image of what he himself had been at that age. Both had the
same slim, slight build. They both shared the same dark-blond hair
colouring and lightly freckled complexions. Both had the same brown
eyes, made to look larger than they really were by the long, full
lashes - Jason hated those eyelashes, he always thought they made him
look 'girlie'. No one who saw the two boys together could possibly
mistake the fact that they were brothers.

"You look like you're about to piss your pants," Jason sneered, the
comment really an attempt to disguise the fact that he was so nervous
that he was scared he might lose control of his own bladder.

Ben ignored his brother, as was his habit. Jason often made nasty
remarks to him and the youngster had grown so used to them that he
generally just let them wash over him.

Not getting a rise out of Ben, Jason turned back to the door and,
without allowing himself time to think, he gave a sharp, loud knock.

"Come in."

Turning the handle, Jason entered, Ben close on his heels. A youngish
man got up from behind his desk to greet them, a welcoming smile on his
face.

"You two must be Jason and Ben Middleton, assuming my timetable is
correct. Is your father not with you?"

Jason shook his head. "Dad couldn't come because something came up at
work. He said I'd to give you this." He handed across a note from their
father explaining the man's unavoidable absence. At least, thought
Jason, this large dark cloud did have a silver lining or sorts, albeit
a very thin one. Even though he wasn't clear exactly what was going to
happen today, Jason fully expected that he'd have to strip off at some
stage, and that in itself was going to be embarrassing enough without
having his dad there watching. The boy wondered how Daniel had got on
earlier that day having to go through this with his mother there.

"Oh, well, I suppose it can't be helped, said the man, as he finished
reading the note. He dropped it onto the desk and looked up at the
boys. "My name is Adam Lomax. I'm the doctor who'll be conducting this
study. You probably recognise me from that awful picture on the booklet
you will have been given. The main purpose of today's session is for me
to get a little bit of background information about you and to give you
a quick check over to make sure that you don't have any problems. I can
see that you're both pretty nervous, so I think the best thing we can
do is to get straight into the examination and hopefully, once we get
started, you'll find that it's not going to be half as bad as you were
expecting. As your father can't be here I'm going to be asking you a
few questions as we go along."

"What sorts of things will you be looking at?" asked Jason, annoyed
with himself when he heard the nervous tremor in his voice.

"Just the usual things," the doctor smiled. "I'll be checking your eyes
and ears, listening to your chest to make sure you're still alive, and
I'll be having a quick look down there," he nodded his head down
towards the boy's crotch. "It's nothing for you to worry about."

Jason's heart sank. This definitely WAS something for him to worry
about. His worst fears had just been confirmed. "What if I don't want
you to?"

"Well, your parents have given their permission for you to be examined,
but I'm not about to force you. If you refuse I'll have to report it to
the school and your parents will be informed. It's then up to them.
What will probably happen is that another appointment will be made for
a time when one of your parents can be present and we'll take it from
there."

Jason realised straight away that this was a no-win situation. If he
refused to co-operate now then his father would certainly make sure
that he did so the next time. His shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Look, Jason," the doctor said, his tone gentle and obviously intended
to be reassuring. "If it's a case of you being shy about anyone looking
at you down there then I can tell you that most of the boys coming in
here feel exactly the same way. At least if you get it over with now
you won't have a parent here watching. On the other hand, if you don't
want me looking because you think you might have a problem of some
sort, then that's all the more reason for me to examine you so that we
can get it taken care of."

"Yeah, I guess," the teenager muttered, unhappily. They were going to
do to him what they'd done to his cousin Tim. He knew it. He felt a
surge of panic as he thought about what had happened to his cousin, and
he took some quick deep breaths to steady himself. He made up his mind
there and then that whatever happened, whatever this doctor might say,
there was no way that he was going to let them do THAT to him. This
thought made him feel a little better.

"Are you OK?" asked the doctor, looking concerned. "Is something the
matter?"

"No, I'm fine," said Jason. He saw Ben looking at him with a puzzled
expression and he gave his brother a frosty glare.

"In that case," said the doctor, "we'll make a start. To begin with I'd
like the two of you to strip down to your underpants."

It took less than a couple of minutes for Jason to pull off his
clothes, dropping them onto the chair behind him. All too soon he was
standing self-consciously in just his blue and white briefs, his arms
crossed over his slim, bare chest. Next to him stood Ben, looking
nervous and uncomfortable in his dark-red underpants. Jason noted
critically that his younger brother had hardly any sign of a bulge in
his underwear, unlike himself. He suddenly realised that the outline of
his own small, soft cock was clearly visible under the tight material
as it lay pointing to the left. He considered rearranging it and
tucking it down towards his balls so that he wouldn't feel so much on
show, but knew that to do so would mean drawing even more attention to
himself as it would mean him putting his hand down inside his briefs in
full view of the doctor and his brother. He decided to leave things as
they were.

"Who wants to go first?" asked the doctor, putting aside the notes he
had been glancing through whilst he'd waited for the boys to undress.

Jason and Ben looked at each other. Neither of them spoke.

"OK, seeing as you're both so keen we'll start with the oldest first,"
said the doctor, with a grin. "Step over here, Jason." As Jason stepped
forwards the doctor took him gently by the arm and moved him to stand
in front of the desk, facing his brother.

The doctor began the examination by looking in the boy's eyes and ears.
"So how do you two get along with each other," he asked, making casual
conversation.

"We don't," Jason muttered. "He's a real pain."

"No I'm not," Ben replied, fiercely. "It's you. You pick on me every
chance you get."

The doctor laughed. "Oops, maybe that was the wrong question for me to
ask. Though you do sound like fairly typical brothers. I used to fight
with my brother all the time. Do you have your own rooms or do you have
to share?"

"We've got our own," replied Jason. "We only have to share when someone
comes to stay."

"I bet that's fun," said the doctor. "It must be like world war three
in your house when that happens."

"Sort of." Jason found himself smiling. In spite of his nervousness he
was beginning to relax. This doctor seemed like a pretty cool guy. At
least it was better than being poked and prodded by some old wrinkly.
He opened his mouth so that the man could look down his throat.

"All clear there," said the doctor, a moment later, dropping the wooden
spatula he'd been using to press down on Jason's tongue into the bin
where it joined several others already there. "Have you had any serious
medical problems in the past?" he asked, picking up his stethoscope.

"I don't think so," Jason replied. He began to take deep breaths as the
doctor put one hand on his shoulder and used the other to press the
cold metal disk against his chest.

"Sounds fine." The doctor repeated this procedure on this boy's back
and then took the stethoscope from his ears. He left the instrument
hanging around his neck as he put out his hands to feel around Jason's
neck, under his jaw, before feeling under the boy's arms and briefly
pressing at the tops of his legs at either side of his groin. "Well,
you seem healthy enough. Sit yourself down for a minute and while I
check your brother over."

Jason picked up his clothes from the chair and dropped them down onto
the floor so that he could sit down. For the next few minutes he
watched Ben go through the same procedure that he himself had just been
through. It had been ages since he'd last seen his brother undressed
and he wasn't especially impressed. He wondered vaguely whether he
himself had looked that scrawny when he was twelve. He knew that he
probably had, and the thought brought a smile to his face. At least in
the last year he'd started to fill out a little, even if he was still
one of the smallest boys in his class. There had been occasions
recently when he'd noticed one or two of the girls from his class
casting glances in his direction. He'd never done anything with a girl
and wasn't even sure that he wanted to, but the attention certainly
didn't do his reputation any harm.

Seeing the doctor had finished with Ben, all of Jason's nervousness
returned with a vengeance. He sat with his hands gripped tightly
together waiting for the instruction that he was dreading.

"Right boys, it's time to move on to the next part. I'd like you to
take those briefs off now." The doctor bent over the desk, making a few
notes.

Jason got to his feet and glanced at his brother, who nervously
returned the look. It was clear that neither of them was in a hurry to
lose their final item of clothing. However, it was also clear that
neither of them had any choice in the matter. Gathering his courage,
Jason put his thumbs into the waistband of his underpants and pushed
the garment down. As his briefs dropped to the floor, he stooped and
picked them up and then added them to the pile of his other clothing.

Now completely naked, Jason covered himself with his hands. Out of the
corner of his eye he could see Ben doing the same. The fourteen-year-
old wished that his brother wasn't there. Having to be naked in front
of the doctor was bad enough, but having the runt there watching made
things even worse. Of course, it would have been worse still if his dad
had come along, and he didn't even want to think about the prospect of
having to undergo this in front of his mother. He couldn't imagine how
Daniel must have felt.

The doctor finished his writing. "We'll start with you again Jason. I
have to admit that although I like parents to attend this first
examination, this part of it is easier for all concerned if they're not
here. Just out of curiosity, do the two of you normally ever see each
other naked?"

Both boys shook their heads.

"Well, Ben, it should be quite interesting for you, getting a good look
at your older brother. You'll see how things are going to change and
get an idea of what you'll look like in a couple of years' time."

Jason suppressed a groan. The doctor was practically telling Ben to
have a really good look at his brother's equipment. The younger boy sat
down on his chair, never moving his hands from in front of his groin.
It's not as if he's got anything to cover up, Jason thought to himself.

"Right Jason, let's have a look at you." The man sat down on the vacant
chair next to Ben and pulled Jason closer until the fourteen-year-old
was standing directly in front of him. He gently but firmly pushed the
boy's hands away from his groin.

This was the bit that Jason had been dreading. He tried to keep himself
calm as he watched the doctor take hold of his dick. It felt strange
having someone touching him down there; no one had ever touched him
there before. The doctor moved the boy's penis around with his fingers,
having a good look all the way around it then he very slowly began to
push back the foreskin.

"Hmm, this is a little on the tight side."

Jason felt suddenly sick. This is how it had started for his cousin.
Tim, a year older than Jason, had been thirteen when, during a routine
school medical examination, the doctor had discovered that his foreskin
was tight and had recommended surgery to correct the problem. Tim had
been dead set against the idea, but his parents had taken the doctor's
advice and a few weeks later Tim had been circumcised. Jason remembered
the time Tim and his mother had visited them, shortly after the
operation. Jason's mother and aunt had talked of little else for the
whole visit, openly discussing it in front of anyone who happened to be
around. Tim had looked like he wanted to curl up and die the whole
time. Later, when the two boys were alone, Jason had asked his cousin
about it and Tim had cried. This was the only time Jason had ever seen
his cousin cry.

"I'm not having an operation!" Jason practically spat out the words.

The doctor glanced up, a surprised look on his face which quickly
changed to an understanding smile as comprehension dawned. "So this is
what you've been so worked up about."

Jason didn't reply, he just met the doctor's gaze with a stubborn
glare. His heart was thumping and he could feel himself trembling.

"You've really got yourself into a state, haven't you?" said the
doctor, gently. "Well you can stop worrying. I don't think you need
surgery, not at this stage anyway. Even though your skin is quite
tight, it does go back, and I can see that you keep it clean. It will
probably loosen up more as you get older, and if it doesn't and begins
to be a problem, you can decide then if you want any sort of treatment.
I assume it's more difficult to pull back when you get hard?"

Jason nodded. He felt his face glowing red. The doctor's words had come
as a great relief, but talking about things as personal as erections
and his foreskin was incredibly embarrassing, especially when his
brother was sitting just feet away with eyes like saucers, drinking in
every little detail.

Easing the skin forwards to re-cover the pink head, the doctor began to
examine Jason's balls, gently pulling them down and then feeling them
individually. "Everything seems fine down here," he said, "You don't
have very much in the way of hair yet, but that'll probably change over
the next year or so." He ran his fingers through the small, very sparse
patch of pubes at the base of Jason's dick and then pulled teasingly on
a few of the hairs on the boy's scrotum with his thumb and forefinger.
This caused Jason to redden even more. The teen was well aware from his
covert glances in the showers that most of the boys in his year had a
lot more hair than he did and a couple of the guys had even made jokes
about his slow progress in that department.

"Turn around and bend forwards for me."

"Why? What're you going to do?" Jason asked, nervous about the man's
intentions.

"Nothing at all that you need worry about," the doctor laughed. "Trust
me, OK?"

"Yeah, I suppose." Leaning forwards, as instructed, Jason kept glancing
back to see what the man was doing. There was a close connection in his
mind between doctors and hypodermic needles, and there was no way he
was going to allow anyone to sneak up on him unawares and stick one of
those things in his butt. Though in this case it turned out that he
needn't have worried, since the doctor seemed only interested in
feeling his way along the vertebrae of the boy's back, working all the
way down from top to bottom. However, it did come as a shock when the
young teen felt his arse cheeks pulled apart and a cool draught against
his arse-hole, especially when this was followed a second later by the
pressure of a finger pressing lightly right up against the hole itself.
An involuntary gasp escaped his lips. The pressure disappeared and he
quickly stood upright, turning back to face the man.

"You seem like a healthy young man," said the doctor. "I've a couple
more tests and a few questions and that will be you finished. "All you
need to do for this next part is stand there and relax. Let your arms
hang down by your sides."

To Jason's dismay the doctor again took hold of his penis. The boy was
starting to wonder how many more times the man was going to be touching
him down there. This time though it was different. The doctor's fingers
began to gently squeeze the shaft and pull on it, sliding backwards and
forwards. "What're you doing?" Damn it, he seemed to be making a habit
of asking that same question.

"I need to have a look at you hard," the doctor explained. "Don't worry
about it, just relax and let it happen."

Jason was horrified. This man was playing with his dick with the sole
intention of getting him hard. He was expected to stand here with an
erection right in front of his little brother. Desperately he tried to
think about anything but the feelings in his groin, hoping that if he
could delay becoming hard for long enough the doctor would give up. He
tried to picture his biology teacher naked; he was sure the sight of
wrinkled old Miss Kramer without her clothes would be enough to put
anyone off sex for life. The problem was, the doctor's hand jerking his
dick felt so good! Already he could feel stirrings down there. He kept
reminding himself that he liked girls, not guys, so how come a guy
pulling on his cock was having this effect on him?

"I've got a few questions for you, Jason," said the doctor, keeping up
the steady hand movements. "Some of them may seem a little personal or
embarrassing, but it's important that you try to answer them
truthfully. Firstly I want you to tell me whether or not you
masturbate."

"What?" The question came as a shock. As far as Jason was concerned
this went far beyond 'a little personal'.

"Do you play with yourself? Do you jack off?"

"I know what masturbate means. It's just, you know, private." Jason
shot a quick glance at Ben.

"So I can assume that you do it then?" said the doctor, with a smile.

"Yeah, sometimes," Jason admitted, grudgingly, this time staring Ben
straight in the face and daring the little runt to say anything.

Ben didn't say anything. In fact, he didn't show any sign that he was
even listening. His full attention appeared to be focussed on the
doctor's hand stroking Jason's slowly hardening cock.

"How often is sometimes?" the doctor asked. "Once a week? Every few
days? More often than that?"

"Mostly every day," said Jason. He knew that he was losing the battle
to avoid getting an erection, and this topic of conversation wasn't
exactly helping matters.

"Do you go all the way or do you stop before you shoot?"

"No, I... erm... I usually keep going." Jason knew his face was
crimson. He'd never dreamt that he'd have to talk about stuff like this.

"You're doing fine, Jason. Everything you've told me so far is
perfectly normal for a boy of your age. I've a couple more questions.
When you play with yourself do you think about girls, or boys, or does
it vary."

"It's always girls," said Jason, quickly. This wasn't really true.
Sometimes he didn't think about anything at all other than how good it
felt when he jerked on his dick. But he didn't want the doctor getting
the wrong idea.

"That's fine. Are you sexually active at the moment, Jason? Is there
anyone who you are having any sort of sexual contact with?"

"No."

"Ok, I think that's all the questions for now. Thanks for being honest
with me. It look's like you've become nice and hard now."

His face flaming, Jason watched as the doctor examined his now rock-
hard dick. Feeling all the way along the shaft and bending it from side
to side so that he could look all around it. As the doctor let it go it
bobbed up and hit Jason on the stomach before coming to rest pointing
up at a sixty degree angle.

"You've got a nice, healthy erection," said the doctor, reaching out
his hand and giving it a final squeeze which caused the teenager to
breathe in sharply. "You're a bit sticky on the end. It looks like
you've become quite excited. If you want to finish yourself off while I
examine Ben, that would be OK with me."

"Erm, no, I'll be fine, thanks." It was bad enough having his hard dick
on show, but the fact that the doctor had drawn attention to the precum
that was leaking from the head was enough to make Jason wish the ground
would open and swallow him up. There was no way he was going to sit
there and jerk himself off with people watching, however much he really
needed to do it. He was going to have to somehow make himself wait
until this was all over and he got home to the privacy of his own
bedroom.

"Well, it's up to you. If you boys could change places..."

Ben got to his feet looking reluctant and extremely uncomfortable.
Throughout Jason's entire examination the younger boy had kept his
hands firmly over his crotch and didn't show signs of intending to move
them from there any time soon. Jason took Ben's vacant seat. It was now
his turn to have a close-up view of his brother's embarrassment and he
was going to make the most of it.

The reason for Ben's extreme discomfort became immediately apparent as
the doctor pulled the youngster's hands away from his groin. The randy
little bugger was already hard, his dick pointing almost straight up
from his completely hairless crotch. Jason couldn't believe it. The boy
didn't look to have much in the way of balls, but his cock was much
bigger than Jason had expected.

"Well, this is going to save us a few minutes," the doctor smiled,
taking the hard shaft in his hand and bending it downwards. He had a
good feel all the way along it and then pushed the skin back from the
head. Jason watched enviously at how easily his brother's foreskin
moved. After feeling the boy's testicles, the doctor had Ben turn
around and bend over, just the way he'd done earlier with Jason. A
quick examination of the twelve-year-old's spine and then the man was
pulling Ben's arse cheeks apart. With a strange mixture of disgust and
fascination, Jason realised he was actually looking at his brother's
arse hole. The whole process seemed to have taken little more than a
couple of minutes; Jason's own examination had felt like hours.

"Right, Ben. Since we've already seen that your erection is healthy and
in good working order," said the doctor, brightly, once more taking a
hold of the rigid shaft and giving it a squeeze. "I've got a few
questions for you and then we're finished."

"If you've done looking at me, can I get dressed?" the youngster asked,
in a small voice.

"In a minute," said the doctor. "Just stay as you are for now."

For some reason, Jason's eyes were drawn towards his brother's dick.
There was something almost hypnotic about the way it twitched and he
knew from the look on the youngster's face that the boy felt just as
humiliated having to stand there naked and hard as he had himself,
minutes before. The older boy was only half listening to the doctor's
questions, concentrating instead on enjoying his brother's total
embarrassment, though he was surprised to hear that Ben often jerked
off several times a day, even though he didn't shoot anything yet.

"Who do you think about when you play with yourself?" the doctor asked.
"Boys or girls or sometimes both?"

There was just a moment of hesitation before Ben replied to the
question. "Girls."

Jason's attention immediately moved from his brother's cock to the
boy's face. Several years ago, Jason had discovered that he could
always tell when Ben was telling the truth and when he was lying. That
last answer had been an outright lie! The conclusion was obvious. His
little brother was a queer. It took a moment for the older boy to get
over the shock of the discovery and just another moment for him to
realise that this information could be useful. Yes, under the
circumstances it could be especially useful.

"Are you having any sort of sexual contact with anyone at the moment,
Ben?"

Another slight hesitation before the boy shook his head. "No. Nothing
like that."

Another lie! Suddenly it all made sense. Jason put two and two together
and discovered that four was the only possible answer. Billy Stanton!
The two boys were always sleeping over at each others' houses. They'd
even shared Ben's bed. Jason hadn't thought anything of it before,
since it had never occurred to him that they might be doing far more in
that bed than just sleeping. Ben and Billy were the same age and had
been best friends since they both started school together. They shared
everything, and now Jason realised just how literally true that was.
For a moment he felt a little jealous. He was fourteen and had never
done anything at all with anyone other than a quick, fumbling kiss with
a girl once; not exactly something to brag about. His brother was only
twelve and was, by the sounds of things, at it on a regular basis,
albeit with another boy. He had to admire the little runt, even if he
didn't like to think about what the perv got up to.

"Right then, Ben, that's everything done," said the doctor. "I suppose
you'd better get yourself home and do something with this." He took
hold of the youngster's still solid erection, giving it a squeeze and
sliding his fingers up and down the shaft a couple of times before
letting it go again. "You can get you clothes on now."

Neither boy needed telling twice. As they pulled their clothes on,
relieved to be finally covering themselves up, the doctor returned to
his notes. A couple of minutes later both boys were fully dressed and
waiting for permission to leave.

"Just one more thing before you go," said the doctor. "You're going to
have to choose a partner for some of the future sessions. I assume that
you'll be partnering each other?"

"Yeah, I suppose," said Jason, not stopping to think. He was just
relieved that today's session was over with.

"That's good. I'll be in touch shortly about when I want to see you
again. If you need to see me about anything before then, you know where
I am."

With a nod, Jason hurried through the door, Ben close behind.

It was done. He'd survived it. Now Jason couldn't wait to get home,
into the privacy of his bedroom, and take care of unfinished business.
His cock was still painfully hard. Luckily they were excused from
school for the rest of the day; one of the few benefits of taking part
in this study thing.

"So how long have you been messing around with Billy Stanton?" Jason
asked, casually, as they left the school grounds.

Ben missed a step and then hurried to catch up. "I don't know what you
mean."

"Really? Oh, maybe I got it wrong then. I suppose I should just forget
the idea. By the way, I don't think Mum needs to hear anything about
what happened in there, do you? She really doesn't need to know that
the doctor mentioned the skin was a bit tight on my thing. Because if
she got to hear about that, she might just get to know about other
things as well. It would be shame if she put a stop to your sleepovers."

Ben glanced up and the boys' eyes met, briefly. "I won't be telling her
anything," said the youngster.

"That's the idea," Jason smiled. "Oh and just one more thing. Make sure
you don't do anything with Billy where I might see you. Just the
thought of what the two of you do together makes me want to puke."

**********

The story continues in Chapter 4: Partners

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