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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 20 - Dean's Secret Bag
by
Gymnopedies


Daniel approached Dean's house with a sense of nervous anticipation. On
his last visit here he had discovered that Dean, one of the coolest
kids in school, and certainly one of the cutest, was gay. This had led
to some limited and hesitant sexual contact as the two fourteen-year-
olds had measured each other's boners and then jerked themselves off.
Daniel was hoping that something similar might happen again today;
maybe this time they might be able to take things a little further,
such as jerking each other instead of just doing it themselves. Though
Dean's announcement that he had something to show his friend, and that
Daniel might find it 'a little weird', was slightly worrying. The boy
couldn't help wondering how 'weird' it might turn out to be.

There was also another thing bothering Daniel. He couldn't get over the
idea that, in doing anything of a sexual nature with Dean, he was in
some way being unfaithful to Jason. He told himself that this was
silly, since Jason was straight and not interested in that sort of
relationship. And even though they had been best friends for as long as
either of them could remember, Daniel was still entitled to have other
friends. Besides, if Jason were to find himself a girlfriend, Daniel
would be happy for him, so wasn't Daniel entitled to have a boyfriend?
Actually, the boy realised, this wasn't a particularly good argument.
If Jason were to get a girlfriend, Daniel would try to put a brave face
on it, but in reality he would be devastated. He still maintained a
private fantasy that one day his relationship with Jason might go
beyond the close friendship that they shared at the moment and become
much more intimate. Daniel strongly suspected that Jason would be
extremely unhappy if he found out that his best friend was secretly
messing around with another boy behind his back. Why was life so
complicated?

Daniel walked up the path and rang the doorbell, and a moment later
Dean answered the door.

"Hi." A wide smile spread across Dean's face. The boy had that damp,
scrubbed look about him that indicated that he had just taken a shower.

"Hi," said Daniel. He stepped inside as Dean held the door open for him
and immediately kicked off his shoes and pushed them up against the
wall next to several pairs that were already there.

"You remembered about the shoes," Dean grinned. "Come on up." He led
the way up the stairs.

As Daniel followed the other boy he could hear the sound of a TV coming
from the lounge. "Your mum's downstairs?"

"Yeah, but don't worry. She's watching her soaps, and there's no way
she'll leave the TV while they're on. The house could burn down around
her and she wouldn't even notice." Dean entered his bedroom and after
Daniel had followed him in, he closed the door. "I want you to tell me
everything about Craig," he said, throwing himself down on his bed,
where he lay on his stomach looking up at Daniel. "How do you know him?
How old is he? Where does he live? Is he gay? A guy that cute has got
to be gay." He giggled brightly.

"Erm, there's not really a lot I can tell you," said Daniel, thinking
quickly. He didn't want to say anything about Craig being Adam's
boyfriend, so how the hell was he going to get out of this? "He's just
a friend, that's all. He's nineteen. I guess he could be gay; you'd
have to ask him."

"Oh yeah, like I'm going to do that," Dean laughed. "Besides, I might
not even see him again. C'mon Daniel, you must know more than that.
Where do you know him from?"

Daniel sighed. "I can't tell you any more," he said.

"Can't or won't?"

"Both," said Daniel.

Dean grimaced and shook his head. "That's not fair. He's got to be one
of the sexiest guys I've ever seen and you want to keep him all to
yourself."

"It's not like that," said Daniel. "I can tell you that he's taken. But
not by me," he added, quickly.

"Bugger!"  Dean rolled over, swung his feet to the ground and sat up.
"Oh well, I suppose that's life." He looked unhappy for a moment and
then his frown turned into a smile. "It was a fun afternoon though," he
said. "Those Benson twins are really hot."

"Yeah," Dean gave a smile of his own, feeling that he was now on safer
ground. "I wouldn't mind being a fly on the wall when they're measuring
each other."

"Me neither. Hey, you think maybe they get carried away and jerk each
other off? Or maybe they even blow each other. I'd give almost anything
to see that." Dean started to laugh.

"Sicko," laughed Daniel. He sat down on the bed, next to Dean. "Trevor
was a real pain today," he said. "He seems to have got it in for Jason
for some reason."

"Trev's OK," Dean shrugged. "He can be a bit of a pain sometimes, but
he can be laugh as well. I think he's bit jealous because I've been
hanging around in school with you and Jason."

"Jealous? You think Trevor fancies you?"

"No, nothing like that," Dean chuckled. "I think he's scared that I'm
going to stop hanging around with him and spend time with you and Jase
instead, which is stupid. As well as that, he listens too much to what
McBride says about Jason. He probably thinks that if he's seen hanging
around with Jason, McBride might start saying that he's gay as well."

"Oh, I see." Daniel hadn't thought much of Trevor before, but hearing
this, his opinion of the boy had just taken a nosedive.

"Anyway, never mind Trevor," said Dean, getting to his feet. "I said I
had something to show you." The atmosphere had turned suddenly tense.

Daniel nodded. "Yeah. You said I might think it was weird."

Dean stood looking down at the boy, chewing nervously on his bottom
lip. "I guess it is a bit weird." He took a deep breath. "You're the
only person in the world who knows about me being gay, so you're the
only person I can talk to about anything like this. It's something that
I've never told anyone about before. Not ever. But I know I can trust
you, Daniel." He went over to his wardrobe, opened it up and reached in
and pulled out a sports bag. He put the bag down on the bed and
swallowed nervously. "Let me show you, and then, if you think it's too
weird, I can put it away and we can forget it. OK?"

"Yeah, OK," said Daniel, his eyes flicking between the boy and the bag.
His own heart was beating faster as he picked up on some of Dean's
nervousness, yet at the same time he was intensely curious about what
the bag might contain.

"Alright. Here we go." Dean very slowly unzipped the top of the bag and
then, his eyes on Daniel, he turned it upside down and tipped the
contents out onto the bed.

Daniel felt his eyes widen. "Holy shit!" He looked down at the untidy
pile. "Where the hell did you get all this stuff from?"

Dean shuffled his feet and grinned nervously. "I got most of it off
eBay."

"You're kidding? You can really get stuff like this off eBay? I thought
maybe you'd mugged a doctor or something." Daniel cast his eyes over
the various items, most of which appeared to be of a medical nature.
There was a stethoscope, one of those things with the arm-cuff, gauge
and squeezy-bulb that doctors used to take blood pressure, a thing that
Daniel assumed was some sort of digital thermometer, a box of latex
gloves, some plastic syringes, a couple of closed boxes, and other
assorted paraphernalia, some of which he didn't even recognise. "What
do you want all this stuff for?" the boy asked.

Dean shrugged and his face reddened. "I'm interested in things like
this," he said, almost shyly. "Besides, like I told you last time, I
think all this medical stuff is really hot."

"It must have cost a fortune," Daniel observed.

"No," said Dean with his a shake of his head. "Most of the stuff only
cost a couple of quid; it's dead cheap really. I've been collecting it
for a while." He grimaced. "You don't think it's too weird?"

"I dunno," said Daniel, not sure what to think. "I suppose not." He
smiled wryly to himself as he remembered that he'd considered bringing
the vibrator that Adam had given him, but decided against it in case
Dean thought it was too strange. Compared to some of this stuff, a
vibrator was positively boring. He reached out and picked up the
stethoscope, turning it over in his hand. "Is it real? Does it work?"

"Yeah, of course it's real. Try it if you don't believe me."

Daniel attached the stethoscope to his ears and placed the metal disk
against his chest, over his shirt. He could hear a faint whooshing.
Intrigued, he lifted the front of his shirt and placed the cool metal
directly against his skin over where he believed his heart to be. He
grinned as the sound of blood pumping through his heart filled his
ears. "Hey, it does work. Cool."

"I told you, all this stuff is real," said Dean. He sat down on the bed
and began sorting through the small pile.

Putting down the stethoscope, Daniel sat down next to his friend, his
interest piqued. He picked up one of the small boxes and opened it to
discover a small torch-like thing with attachments that looked like it
might be used to look down throats or in ears. "You've really gone to
town collecting these things," he said. He closed the box and, laying
it aside, he picked up a strange-looking hard-plastic device that was
like a bit like a tube with a handle attached and a sort of long
stopper running through the tube. "What's this?"

Dean giggled, shyly. "It's called a proctoscope."

"A what?"

"A proctoscope. It's used for looking inside someone's backside."

It took a moment for this to sink in, and then Daniel quickly put the
device down. "Yuck! Now that is weird."

"Don't worry, it's never been used," laughed Dean. "Mostly they're made
of metal, but the metal ones cost a lot more. This is a disposable
plastic one."

"Why would you want to look inside someone's arse?" asked Daniel,
grimacing.

"I dunno," Dean said, with a shrug, his face colouring.  He gave a
forced, nervous smile. "You ever put anything in your bum hole? I mean
other than that time you told me about when Jase's brother and his
friend put that candle in you?"

Daniel quickly shook his head. "No way. That's gross," he replied,
automatically. Then he thought about the vibrator he had at home. He
hadn't actually tried pushing it inside his arse yet, but he had
thought about it, and he had tried touching it to his hole. Also, he
remembered how Adam had put a finger inside his arse during his
examination and how good that had felt. He cautiously raised his eyes
to meet Dean's. "Have you ever done anything like that?" he asked, with
an almost shy smile.

Dean swallowed visibly. "You really think it's gross?"

Now it was Daniel's turn to shrug. "I dunno. I guess it did feel sort
of good when Adam did it to me."

Dean gave a nod, seemingly satisfied that Daniel wasn't about to brand
him a complete pervert. "Yeah, I've used my finger sometimes," he
admitted. "And sometimes I've used other stuff."

"What other stuff?" Daniel's curiosity was now definitely aroused.

His face his growing even redder, Dean lowered his eyes. "I've used a
pencil," he said. "But that's not much fun; you hardly know it's up
there. After you told me about what Ben and Billy did to you, I tried
it with a candle." He gave an embarrassed giggle, glanced at Daniel and
then quickly looked down at his lap again. "I sort of pretended that
they were doing it to me. It felt pretty neat."

Daniel gave his friend a speculative look. When he'd told Dean about
the episode with the two younger boys, he had never dreamed that the
teen would end up using it as the basis for one of his own fantasies.
"It didn't exactly feel neat at the time," he said. "Especially when
someone came to the door."

Dean looked at Daniel and then he started to laugh. "I'd give anything
to have seen that."

"It wasn't funny," said Daniel. "If they had just taken a step inside
the front door they would have seen everything." Then he too started to
laugh.

After a few moments, Dean turned serious again. He fingered the
stethoscope, which lay on the bed beside him. "So," he said, sounding
nervous again. "You want to try some of this stuff out?"

"You mean on each other?" Daniel asked, feeling a little uncertain.

"If you like," said Dean. "Or, if you want, you can try it out on me."
He grinned. "You can be the doctor."

Daniel frowned. "I don't know. What would I have to do?"

"Anything you like." said Dean. "You're the doctor, so that means that
you are in charge and I have to let you do anything you want. Oh, go on
Daniel; please say you'll do it. I've been collecting this stuff for
ages, but I've never had anyone to use it with. It's not the same using
it on myself." There was a hint of desperation in Dean's voice. "It'll
be fun, and no one will know. You don't even have to get undressed or
anything; I'll be the one who gets naked. Please, Daniel. Then, when
we've done, it you want, I'll do something for you in return."

Daniel chewed on his bottom lip. Then his face split in a broad grin.
"I guess we could give it a go. I don't know how to use some of this
stuff though."

"Doesn't matter," said Dean. "Just pretend. Oh wow! This is going to be
so hot." He got to his feet, his hands on his hips as he looked around
the room. "We'd better clear the bed before we start, then you can use
the bed if you want." He began gathering up the various implements and
quickly transferring them to a nearby chair where he spread them out,
placing some of the items onto the top of a chest drawers. "That should
do. You can get what you need." He was in his excited, almost hyper
mode, grinning like an idiot as he had a final look around to make sure
that everything was ready. "OK, you ready to start?"

"I guess so," said Daniel. The idea of playing 'doctor' using proper
equipment was a little weird, but it did mean that he was going to be
able to get his hands on Dean's hot body. In fact, Dean had just said
that he could do almost anything that he liked. He swallowed nervously.
In a way, it was going to be similar to his measuring of Ben and Billy,
but without the limitations. He would be able to freely explore every
inch of the boy's naked body. Dean was right: this was going to be hot!

The boys stood looking at each other. It was clear that underneath his
excitement, Dean was a extremely nervous. Daniel could feel his own
heart thumping hard in his chest.

"So, are we going to do this?" Daniel asked, as the silence started to
get uncomfortable.

"Yeah. But you have to tell me what to do," said Dean. "You're the
doctor, so you have to be in charge. You have to tell me to get
undressed."

Daniel gave a nervous giggle. "OK, are you gonna get undressed?"

Dean sighed and shook his head, smiling. "Not like that. Don't ask me,
tell me. You have to tell me whether I have to take everything off or
whether I can keep some things on for now. You've also got to tell me
why I have to get undressed. Do it like a real doctor would."

Daniel frowned. He hadn't realised that Dean was going to be taking
their game so seriously. "I'd like you to get undressed," he said,
feeling a little silly. "I need to examine you all over, so take
everything off." He cringed. That sounded so corny.

"Can't I keep my shorts on?" asked Dean, timidly.

Daniel opened his mouth to tell the boy that he could keep his shorts
on if he wanted, but then realised that this was part of the game. "No,
everything has to come off. I need to examine your di... I mean your
penis." He pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh.

"OK." Dean also appeared to be holding back a smile as he began to
undress. He pulled his top over his head to reveal his smooth, slim,
but nicely defined chest. He hesitated for a moment and then folded the
top and lay it down on the floor out of the way. Putting one hand on a
chest of drawers to steady himself, he pulled off his socks and then
unfastened and dropped his trousers, stepping out of them. Now down to
just a pair of tight, grey boxer-briefs, he hesitated with his thumbs
in the waistband as though seeking final confirmation that these did
indeed have to come down.

"Yeah, take 'em off," said Daniel. "Everything has to come off." His
original reticence as regards the role-play was disappearing about as
quickly as Dean's clothing.

Dean pushed down the boxers and dropped them down onto the pile of
discarded clothing. Then, naked, he stood up straight, his hands at his
sides, his fingers twitching.

Any final reservations that Daniel might have been experiencing totally
evaporated. Dean looked incredible. Daniel cast his eyes up and down
the boy's body, taking in his cute face, his lightly muscled torso and
his beautiful dick. Dean was perfect. Daniel felt a momentary pang of
guilt at that thought. Jason was perfect as well, he told himself, but
Dean was perfect in a different way. Dean's dick was soft, and Daniel
felt his own dick twitch in his pants at the thought about how he was
going to be able handle his friend as much as he wanted.

"Turn around," Daniel instructed. He coughed to clear his throat. "Turn
all the way round."

Dean turned slowly on the spot, his firm arse cheeks coming into view.
He continued to turn until he was back facing forwards again.

Daniel swallowed hard. "Right, now I'm going to examine you." He
giggled softly, in spite of his efforts to hold it back. Turning his
attention to the pile of instruments, he wondered where to start. He
thought back to his own first visit to Adam, the time his mother had
been present. He shuddered at the memory and then tried to forget about
his mother being there and think about what Adam had done. The doctor
had basically started at the top and worked his way down, so Daniel
decided that he would follow a similar course. He looked for the box
that had contained the small torch-thing with the attachments. He
quickly found it and opened it. As he took out the torch, his eyes fell
on the box of disposable latex gloves and this immediately reminded him
of his second visit to Adam, the one where he had been examined along
with Jason. He remembered lying on his side on the table as the doctor
had pushed a gloved finger inside his arsehole. He shot a quick glance
at Dean and wondered how far the boy was willing to go with this game.
Dean had said "I have to let you do anything you want". Did he really
mean that? And even if he did mean it, would Daniel dare to do it? That
was a question for later. Daniel attached a small nozzle-like scope-
piece to the top of the torch and approached the teen. "I need to check
your ears."

"OK."

Looking inside a boy's ears was not something that Daniel had ever
yearned to do, but now that he had the chance he realised that he was
curious. He turned on the torch and pushed the pointed end of the scope
into Dean's right ear. It was sort of interesting, even though he
really didn't understand what he was looking at. He guessed that the
paler looking part at the end must be the ear drum. "Hmm... can't see
your brain," he said.

"That's because I haven't got one," Dean giggled.

Daniel had a quick look inside the other ear, just for completeness,
then turned of the torch and laid the instrument aside. Looking quickly
through the pile he found a blue and white box with the words "Wooden
Tongue Depressors (Sterile)" written across the front. He took one out.
"Now I need to look in your mouth," he said.

"Maybe you'll find my brain this time," Dean chuckled.

"I doubt it," laughed Daniel. "If I really wanted to see your brain I'd
probably have look in the other end." He'd said this as a joke, but
Dean's eyebrows went up in response and the boy's grin broadened.

Daniel went through the motions of looking in his friend's mouth, even
asking Dean to "say 'ah'". Once again, he had no idea what he was
really looking at, but he was starting to enjoy the game more and more
as he realised that he really was the one in charge. Putting down the
wooden tongue depressor, he picked up the instrument that he had most
been looking forwards to trying: the stethoscope.

Not only was the stethoscope an interesting instrument to try out, but
using it also meant that Daniel could turn his attention to Dean's
torso rather than his head. Not that Dean's face wasn't nice to look
at. The fourteen-year-old put the earpieces into his ears and
approached the other boy with a smile of anticipation.

Dean winced slightly as the metal disk was pressed against his chest.
"Ooh. It's cold."

"Sorry," said Daniel. He lifted the disk to his mouth and breathed on
it as he'd seen doctors do in movies on TV. Almost delicately, he
touched it once more to the boy's chest, above his heart. "Hey, I can
hear your heart."

"Pleased to hear it," said Dean.

For the next couple of minutes, Daniel moved the stethoscope around
Dean's chest, getting him to breathe in and out and listening to the
air moving in his lungs. "This is so cool."

"Yeah. You going to try it on my back as well?"

"In a second." Daniel moved the disk lower placing it against Dean's
stomach. He moved it around and then moved lower still until it was
resting right on the edge of the boy's small but dense patch of pubes.
Then, feeling daring he moved it lower still and pressed it against
Dean's soft dick. Dean jumped back in surprise, and both boys started
to giggle.

"Just checking if it's alive," Daniel laughed.

"Oh, it's definitely alive," Dean replied.

Moving around to Dean's back, Daniel continued to listen to the boy's
lungs using the stethoscope. At the same time he reached around and
placed his hand on the teen's chest, getting a thrill from the smooth,
warm, silky feel of the skin under his fingertips. As he moved the
stethoscope down Dean's back, he moved his hand down the boy's front.
Dean stood silently, simply breathing in and out as told. Eventually,
Daniel felt the tickle of pubes against the side of his hand. He
swallowed nervously and then let his hand fall, catching his breath as
his palm brushed against the boy's soft penis. Even though this wasn't
the first time that he'd touched Dean's dick, having measured his
friend's erection on his previous visit, it was still thrilling to be
able to handle him like this.

"OK, that's enough of that," said Daniel, taking the stethoscope from
his ears, but letting it continue to hang around his neck - he enjoyed
wearing it; it almost made him feel like a real doctor. Now, what to do
next? What else had happened at his first examination with Adam? Ah,
yes. "Bend forwards, I need to check your back."

Obediently, Dean leaned forwards, putting his hands on his legs, just
above his knees.

"Hold still," said Daniel. He began slowly running his fingertips over
Dean's spine, working his way from top to bottom. When he reached the
top of the boy's arse cheeks, he hesitated, remembering well what had
happened next at his own examination. Did he dare to that with Dean?
Dean had said he could do anything he liked. But still Daniel
hesitated. He sucked in a breath, reaching a decision. Squatting down,
he placed one hand on each of the boy's arse cheeks and eased them
apart. He was looking directly at the boy's arsehole. Keeping the
cheeks spread with the finger and thumb of one hand, he reached
forwards and gently touched a fingertip right against the tightly
puckered ring.

Dean let out a gasp and shuddered, but gave no indication that he
wanted Daniel to stop.

Feeling more confident, Daniel touched the ring again, hearing another
intake of breath. He leaned in for a closer look, noting that the area
was completely smooth. He recalled that when Ben and Billy had examined
his arse they had commented about him having a few curly hairs back
there, but there was no sign that Dean had any hairs at all. He ran his
fingers over the area around the hole, just to be sure. No, definitely
no hairs. Dean accepted all of this touching without a word of
complaint, seemingly willing to let Daniel do anything he liked.

Daniel let go of the boy's arse cheeks and stood up, aware that he had
a solid erection pressing against the front of his pants. He briefly
rubbed his palm over it before stepping back and sitting on the bed. He
was now well into this game and thoroughly enjoying himself. He felt
nervous about this next part, but at the same time he felt the thrill
of anticipation. He was about to get his hands on Dean's dick. "Turn
around and come and stand in front of me," he said, trying to put
authority into his voice to fit in with his role.

Dean turned around. His face was a little flushed, but there was a
sparkle in his eyes that indicated that he too was enjoying the game.
Daniel was surprised that the boy's dick was still soft, though he
wondered how long it was going to stay that way once the real
examination started.

His fingers trembling slightly, Daniel reached out and lifted Dean's
penis, allowing it to rest on the palm of his hand. Using his other
hand, he felt along it, squeezing it gently between his fingers and
thumb, marvelling at how soft the skin felt. Then, with a brief glance
up at Dean's face, he slid the boy's foreskin back revealing the
sensitive, pale-coloured head. He stroked his fingertips over the head,
causing Dean to gasp and squirm.

"You should ask me some questions," said Dean, his voice hoarse with
suppressed nervous excitement. He coughed to clear his throat.

"What sort of questions?"

"You know. Like Doc Lomax asked when he examined you."

"Oh, yeah. OK." Daniel thought back to his initial examination and
recalled the embarrassing questions that Adam had asked him. "When did
you last jack off?" he asked, his hand still on the boy's dick. He felt
his face growing red; asking the question was almost as embarrassing as
having to answer it.

"This morning," Dean answered.

"Did you shoot?"

"Yeah."

"Do you jack off every day?"

"Mostly. Sometimes I do it more than once a day."

Daniel forced himself to look up and meet Dean's eyes. He tried to keep
his face straight but was unable to stop himself grinning. "What's the
most times you've done it in a day?"

Dean returned the grin. "Probably about five."

"Five? Shit! Didn't your dick get sore?"  Daniel's own record was only
three times in one day.

"No. I did it over the whole day. I didn't do it one after the other,"
Dean giggled. "I did do it twice in a row once though."

"Ah, OK." Daniel tried to think what else Adam had asked. "Do you think
about boys or girls when you do it?" Adam hadn't actually asked him
that one, but he recalled Ben saying that he'd been asked that.

"Boys," said Dean. "I never think about girls." He hesitated a moment
and then added, "Sometimes I think about you."

"Perv," Daniel laughed. He dropped his eyes, feeling himself blushing.
To try to hide his embarrassment, he turned his attention back to boy's
penis, having another feel along it. It was definitely firmer now than
it was just a moment ago. He wrapped his fingers around it and stroked
it a couple of times, at the same time having a feel of Dean's balls.
Over the past couple of weeks Daniel had had the opportunity to handle
Jason, Ben, and Billy. He'd touched all three of them both soft and
hard as he'd gone through the routine of measuring their dicks. During
his sessions with Ben and Billy, he'd touched both boys far more than
was strictly necessary, particularly Billy, who hadn't objected when
Daniel had reached up between his legs and fingered his arsehole.
However, even though he had pushed the limits, those limits had still
been there. With Dean, though, it was different. The limits were gone,
or at least moved so far that it didn't matter. Daniel could do just
about anything that he wanted.

Dean's cock soon became fully hard under Daniel's constantly moving
touch. Daniel bent the boy's erection down and let it go, watching it
spring upright. He ran his fingers lightly up the underside of the
shaft, causing Dean to shudder. "Your, erm, erection seems OK," he
said, with an almost shy giggle. He took it in his hand and gave the
shaft a squeeze, thinking about what he should do next. "I think you
should lie on the bed for the next part," he said. That's what had
happened during his session with Jason. Adam had got them lie on the
examination couch and had then really gone to town, touching them just
about everywhere, making them cum, and even putting a finger inside
their arseholes. Daniel swallowed nervously and his cock twitched. Was
Dean going to allow him to do all that stuff?

"Yeah, OK," said Dean, appearing completely compliant. He climbed onto
the bed and lay on his back, his hands at his sides.

Daniel knelt beside the bed, his eyes travelling down the body of the
naked, aroused teen. His own cock twitched again, and he knew that the
insides of his shorts were a sticky mess with precum. He just hoped
that he could avoid cumming in his underwear. "Right, I need to check
you out," he said, trying to sound like he knew what he was doing. "Lie
still and tell me if it hurts anywhere."

"OK."

Daniel started up by Dean's shoulders, running his hands over the boy's
body. Dean's skin felt soft and warm and was nice to touch. Daniel
pressed his fingers lightly into the muscles of the boy's chest,
feeling around his small nipples and squeezing the nipples one at a
time between his thumb and forefinger, and then went back to simply
sliding his hands over the soft skin. "Damn, I wish I had a body like
yours," he said, breaking character.

"There's nothing special about me," said Dean, raising his head.
"You're much hotter than me."

Daniel smiled at the complement, even though he knew it wasn't true.
He'd heard enough gossip from the girls at school to know that the
general consensus was that the hottest boys in the class were Dean, and
a boy call Glen, who looked good but who could be bit of a wanker
sometimes. The only thing that stopped Dean from winning outright was
the fact that most of the girls were taller than he was and so some of
them thought him cute rather than hot

"I mean it," said Dean. "I've always thought you were hot."

"Yeah, right." Daniel moved his hands lower, probing Dean's stomach,
feeling envious about how tight the boy's muscles were; he made a
mental note to try to do more exercise. Then he once more had his hands
on the young teen's rock-hard erection.

Dean lifted his head again and smiled nervously. "You gonna make me
shoot?"

"You want me too?"

"Yeah," Dean nodded. "You should do everything. You know. All the stuff
that Doc Lomax did."

"Yeah, alright. If that's what you want." Daniel began to slowly stroke
his hand up and down the shaft of Dean's cock, working the skin up and
down over the swollen head. Even with his previous experience of
touching boys' erections, this still seemed like some sort of dream. He
took the boy's balls in his other hand, feeling first one and then the
other, squeezing them very gently between his fingers, then slid his
fingertip down between Dean's legs, into to the warm crevice between
his arse cheeks, to press against his hole.

Dean gasped and squirmed, moving his legs apart and bending his knees
to open himself up. "Use the lube," he said, his voice hardly more than
a whisper.

Turning to the chair containing the pile of medical equipment, Daniel
quickly searched through until he found the small squeezy-bottle of
lube. He removed the top and was about to squeeze some onto his finger
when he spotted the box of latex gloves. He pulled a glove from the box
and, with some difficulty, worked it onto his left hand. He considered
putting one onto his right hand as well, but quickly decided against
it - he would much rather be able to feel Dean's cock with his bare
hand. He grinned to himself as he squeezed some of the lube onto his
latex-covered index finger. Was he really about to put a finger inside
Dean's arsehole? He wondered why this thought excited him so much.
Putting down the bottle, he used his bare hand to smear the lube all
the way around his gloved finger, and then turned back to the waiting
boy on the bed. "You really sure about this?"

"Yeah. Do it."

"OK. But say if you want me to stop."

"The doc never said that," Dean grinned. "He just went ahead and did
it." He opened his legs even wider.

Daniel took hold of the boy's cock with his bare hand, smiling to
himself as he realised that he was using the hard shaft as a handle,
something to hold on to. He slid his glove-covered finger down between
Dean's arse cheeks, seeking out his arsehole. When Adam had done this,
Daniel had been laid on his side. Dean was on his back, but Daniel
didn't think this really mattered. He located the boy's hole and
pressed his fingertip against it. There was resistance, so he pressed
harder.

"Hmmpff!" Dean screwed his eyes shut.

"Sorry," said Daniel, easing the pressure.

"No, keep going."

More cautiously this time, Daniel worked his finger around the boy's
hole. He tried alternately applying pressure then easing off and was
almost surprised when the tip of his finger slid inside. He gradually
worked in the rest of his finger, passed the second knuckle and then up
to the base. He grinned to himself and flexed his finger inside the boy.

"Ooh!" Dean gasped.

"Want me to take it out?"

"No way!"

Reassured that he wasn't hurting his friend in any way, Daniel turned
his attention to the dick in his hand. He felt a buzz of excitement. He
was going to make Dean cum, and he was going to do it with his finger
in the boy's arse.

The tip of Dean's cock was sticky with precum, and Daniel pulled the
skin all way back and ran his thumb over the lubricated head. Dean
shuddered and Daniel felt the ring of the boy's arse clench tightly
around his finger. Dean's squirming continued as Daniel wanked on the
young teen's erection whilst at the same time sliding his finger in and
out of the boy's hole. Dean was gasping softly and his hands were
clenched into fists, gripping onto the bedclothes. Daniel increased the
speed of his wanking, holding tightly onto the hard shaft.

"Oh shit!" Dean groaned, as he lifted his hips from the bed. "Oh God!"

As Daniel plunged his latex-covered finger deep into the boy's arse,
Dean tensed and he uttered a final, deep groan through clenched teeth.
His cock began to throb, and cum began to spurt out onto his tight
stomach.

Daniel kept stroking, barely keeping himself from shooting his own load
in his shorts. He pumped three good spurts from Dean's cock before the
flow turned to a dribble. He would have kept up his jacking even then,
if Dean hadn't gripped his wrist.

"I think you should stop," Dean gasped, smiling weakly.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," Daniel grinned. He let go of Dean's sticky cock and
eased his finger out of the boy's arse.

Dean let out a long, slow breath and lay back, his eyes closed. Daniel
sat and watched for a moment and then he noticed a box of tissues
conveniently placed on the bedside cabinet. First he pulled off the
latex glove, turning it inside-out in the process and then laid it
carefully aside. Taking some tissues from the box, he used these to
clean his fingers, then, after a moment's hesitation, he took some more
tissues and cleaned up Dean's stomach and then his dick, noticing the
boy wince slightly as he wiped the sensitive head.

"Thanks. That was hot," Dean smiled, once he'd got his breath back.

"Yeah," Daniel nodded, shifting uncomfortably. His own cock was still
painfully hard.

Dean raised himself up on his elbows. "Thanks for playing along,
Daniel. You make a great doctor." He smiled shyly. "Want me to examine
you now?" He hesitated, looking nervous. "Or I could do something else."

Daniel's eyes narrowed. "Like what?" he asked. His dick was urgently
demanding attention, and he was quite prepared to allow Dean to
'examine' him, and even finger his arse, but he knew that some of
Dean's ideas bordered on the weird, and he wanted to be sure what he
was getting into. For instance, that plastic procto-thing was still
sitting there on the chair, and he wasn't sure he wanted that pushing
up his rear end.

Dean nervously licked his lips. He forced a smile, trying to look to
confident. "I could suck your dick for you," he said.

"Suck my..." Daniel blinked in surprise and a wide grin spread across
his face. Dean must be making a joke. However, the nervous, worried,
almost shy expression on Dean's face quickly convinced Daniel that it
was no joke; Dean was actually serious. Daniel felt a sudden mixture of
fear and excitement. Dick-sucking would take things to a whole new
level. He felt his cock-twitch as he considered the idea, acutely aware
of the precum that was forming a wet patch on the insides of his
shorts. Dean would probably take one look at that sticky mess and have
second thoughts about putting his mouth anywhere near it. "Erm... I
dunno."

"You don't want me to?" Dean looked disappointed. "You think it's too
weird?"

"No, it's not that." Daniel felt himself squirming. "It's just that,
well, I'm sort of, you know." He looked down at the rather prominent
bulge in the front of his trouser. "I think it's a bit a messy."

"You mean you've already cum?"

"No!" Daniel replied quickly. "Not that messy."

Now it was Dean's turn to grin. "Oh, you mean you're a bit sticky?" He
shrugged. "I don't mind." Then he giggled. "Let me see." He jumped up
from the bed and reached for the front of Daniel's trousers.

Daniel automatically stepped back, laughing. Dean persisted, grabbing
Daniel's belt, and Daniel made a half-hearted attempt to push the boy's
hands away. It turned into a struggle, during which Dean managed to
turn Daniel around and push him back towards the bed. Daniel lost his
balance and fell backwards, Dean coming down on top of him. Both boys
were laughing almost uncontrollably. After a few moments of struggling,
Daniel gave in, letting his hands fall to his sides. He still felt
embarrassed about the sticky condition of his dick, yet at the same
time, he wanted Dean to see him, and touch him, and make him shoot.
Even if Dean decided against the blowjob, just the feel of the boy's
hands on his hard cock would make Daniel a very happy teenager.

Dean quickly pulled open Daniel's belt and then opened the front of the
boy's trousers. Daniel raised his hips to allow his trousers to be
pulled down. Daniel was wearing dark-grey shorts and, just as the boy
had feared, there was darker, wet patch around the area of the head of
his dick. Dean dragged Daniel's trousers down below the teen's knees
and, without even appearing to notice the wet patch, tugged the boy's
shorts down as well to reveal his solid, twitching erection.

There was a moment's silence as both boys gazed at Daniel's hard cock.
Then Dean licked his lips and reached out and wrapped his fingers
around the shaft. Daniel was unable to suppress a soft groan, and Dean
smiled mischievously and jacked his hand up and down the boy's cock a
couple of times.

"Oh shit!" Daniel muttered. He knew that he was on a hair-trigger and
wondered whether he should mention that if Dean kept doing that, he
would not be able to stop himself from shooting.

It seemed that Dean was aware of Daniel's predicament, since he let go
of the boy's dick. "You need to get naked before you cum," he said,
smiling.

Daniel tried to sit up, but Dean pushed him back down, sliding his
hands up under Daniel's top, his palms flat against the skin of the
boy's chest.

"You stay there. I'll take care of things." Dean stroked Daniel's chest
for a few seconds, and then pushed his friend's top up until it was
bunched under the boy's chin. He leaned down and playfully licked
Daniel's chest, running his tongue over one of the young teen's nipples.

The action had taken Daniel by surprise. The feeling of Dean's tongue
flicking against his nipple felt really good and he squirmed against
the bed. He lifted his own hand, lightly stroking the front of Dean's
chest.

Dean laughed softly and lifted Daniel's top over his head, pulling it
off. Then he slid down off the bed and began taking off the boy's shoes
and socks, and then pulling his trousers and shorts over his bare feet,
leaving Daniel completely naked.

"That's better," said Dean. Daniel's knees were hanging over the edge
of the bed and Dean pulled them apart and shuffled forwards until he
was knelt between them. "OK, you ready?" he asked. Even though he was
grinning, he looked nervous.

"You sure you want to do it?" Daniel asked.

"You bet I am. You wanna know how many times I've imagined being able
to do this?"

"Have you ever sucked anyone before?"

Dean shook his head. "I nearly offered to suck Trev once, but decided
it might not be such a good idea." He laughed. "Trev would probably
have had a fit. He can be a weird about things like that."

"You mean even more weird than you?" asked Daniel, smiling.

"Well, maybe not that weird," Dean giggled. "I meant weird in a
different way. Trev's not such a bad guy when you get to know him. He
just sort of has a few hang-ups about some stuff. He needs to lighten
up a bit."

Daniel tried not to frown. He thought that Dean was being a bit
generous of his assessment. Anyone who was as far up his own arse as
Trevor couldn't possibly be anything but a total shit. However, he kept
his opinion to himself.

Dean took hold of Daniel's erection and a look of concentration
appeared on his face. He ran his thumb over the head, an almost
invisible, glistening thread of sticky pre-cum stretching out between
his thumb and the top of the boy's dick. Daniel watched as though in a
trance, his sense of nervous anticipation growing by the second.

Still keeping his hold of Daniel's boner, Dean ducked his head forwards
and licked the stickiness from his thumb. He giggled softly. "Taste's
good."

"If you say so." Daniel wasn't convinced, but if Dean liked the taste
then that fine by him.

After another moment of hesitation, Dean bobbed down again, this time
licking some of the precum directly from Daniel's foreskin. Daniel
gasped softly as the boy's tongue brushed over that sensitive area. He
watched, his mouth hanging open, as Dean licked around the top of his
dick and then pulled the skin back and ran his tongue over the exposed,
swollen head.

"Oh fuck!" It wasn't often that Daniel used such strong language, but
on this occasion the words just slipped out. The intense sensations
coming from his cock were like nothing he had ever felt before. He
realised that his hands were clenching fistfuls of bedclothes, and he
tried, with only limited success to make them relax.

Daniel's outburst seemed to have encouraged Dean, who continued licking
all the way around the head of Daniel's cock and then went on to
repeatedly run his tongue up the shaft, from bottom to top. After
several moments of this, he opened his mouth wide and engulfed the
entire top of the boy's erection.

"Fuck!" Daniel repeated, having to fight the urge to thrust upwards
with his hips and force his cock further into his friend's mouth. He
lifted his hand, resting it on the top of Dean's head, stroking the
boy's soft hair.

Dean sucked on the mouthful of cock for a few seconds and then drew
back and resumed licking around the head. He was holding onto the base
of the shaft with one hand, and gently playing with Daniel's balls with
the other. He lifted his head and gave a smile. "Am I doing OK?"

Dean resisted the urge to laugh. Anything he might say in reply would
be a huge understatement. "Yeah, it feels great," he said. "But be
careful, I think I'm going to shoot soon," he added. This was another
understatement, since he'd been almost ready to shoot before Dean had
even touched him, so the incredible stimulation that he was receiving
from the boy's hands and mouth was taking him to the very edge.

"So go ahead and shoot," grinned Dean. He once more lowered his mouth
to Daniel's cock, teasing the head with his tongue and his lips. At the
same time he began jacking the shaft, moving his hand up and down the
boy's erection in a firm, steady motion.

Daniel lay back, giving himself over to the amazing feelings that were
emanating from his groin. The guys at school sometimes joked about
blowjobs and how they had managed to talk some girl or other into
giving them one - Daniel suspected that most of it was little more than
talk. However, he had never suspected that someone's mouth on his dick
could feel so incredible. He could feel the pressure building down
behind his balls as Dean continued to lick and suck on the head of his
cock. "It's coming," he gasped.

Dean didn't respond. He kept up his attentions: jacking, sucking and
licking. Daniel clenched back, desperately wanting to shoot, but not
wanting to cum in Dean's face. However, trying to hold back was a
pointless exercise. He couldn't hold it. Besides, he'd given Dean fair
warning. With a long, low gasp, he gave in. His body tensed as the
first jolt of cum sprayed from his dick. Dean immediately pulled back,
cum running down his over his nose, lips and chin, yet he continued to
pump Daniel's erection. Several smaller spurts followed the first one,
most of the cum ending up on Daniel's stomach.

As Daniel's orgasm subsided, Dean eased back on his stroking, milking
the final drops from the boy's cock. Then he sat back with a satisfied
sigh and licked the cum from his lips with his tongue.

Daniel tried not grimace as he watched Dean lick at the cum, but
couldn't quite manage to keep the look of distaste from his face. A
mischievous twinkle appeared in Dean's eyes and he raised his hand to
his mouth and began to lick the remnants of Daniel's cum from his
fingers.

"Yuck!" Daniel muttered.

"Want some?" asked Dean, grinning as he held out his hand.

"No way!" Daniel started to giggle and a moment later Dean joined him.

The boys were still laughing as Dean pulled out a handful of tissues,
throwing some to Daniel and keeping some back to wipe his face and
hand.

Daniel wiped his stomach and his dick, gradually getting himself under
control. "That was amazing," he said, eventually, when he finally
managed to stop laughing.

"Yeah, it was pretty good," Dean smiled. "Not bad for a first attempt."
He lowered his eyes shyly. "I've got some videos on my PC of guys
sucking each other, so I did some of the stuff that I'd seen them do."

"You've got videos?"

"Yeah. A few. I got them off the Net. We can watch some of them
sometime if you like."

"Yeah, that'd be cool." Daniel sat up on the bed. "I guess we should
get dressed."

"If you like." Dean gave a shrug, appearing content to sit around naked.

Daniel got up and located his clothes and began pulling them on. After
a few moments, Dean followed suit. A couple of minutes later, both the
boys were fully dressed. There followed a short, uncomfortable silence
as they stood looking at each other. After a moment, Dean stepped
directly in front of Daniel, a strange look on his face. Then, without
warning he put one arm around Daniel's back, the other hand behind his
head, and pulled the boy to him.

Daniel stiffened in surprise as he felt Dean's lips pressed against his
own. Then he relaxed and gave himself over to the kiss. Kissing Dean
felt good. It was as though the two of them shared a closeness and
intimacy that Daniel had been longing for. This was the sort of
closeness that he had wanted to share with Jason, but had never been
able to. Jason! The thought hit him like a hammer blow and guilt shot
through his guts like a knife. Jason was his best friend. More than a
best friend. Kissing Dean was like slamming the door on any chance of a
relationship with Jason. Daniel wasn't prepared to do that. He couldn't
do that. He couldn't give up on Jason so easily after all this time. He
stiffened and quickly pushed Dean away, breaking their contact.

A momentary look of confusion appeared on Dean's face. Then he smiled.
"Sorry. I should have realised that you wouldn't want to kiss someone
whose breath smells of cum."

"What? Oh, erm, yeah," said Daniel, forcing himself to smile. "Look, I
should be going. Sorry."

"That's OK," said Dean. He put his hand on Daniel's shoulder. "Thanks
for coming over. And thanks for agreeing to play doctor. It was so hot.
Even better than I imagined it would be. You'll play again won't you?"

"Yeah, I guess," said Daniel. At this moment in time he wasn't sure
whether he would be playing again or not. He was more confused than at
any time in his life before and he needed time to think and to try to
make some sense of the conflicting emotions that he was feeling. His
session with Dean had aroused some unexpected feelings within him and
he wasn't sure how to cope with them. Suddenly it seemed that Dean was
more than just someone to have fun with, and he wasn't sure how to
reconcile this with his feelings for Jason. "I'll see you at school
tomorrow."

"Yeah, OK," said Dean. He appeared a little surprised at the sudden
change in Daniel's attitude, but luckily he chose not to question it.
"Thanks again, Daniel. You're the best."

"Thanks. It was fun." Daniel squeezed Dean's arm and then made his way
down the stairs. He quickly put on his shoes and waited as Dean opened
the door.

"See you tomorrow, Daniel."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow." With a final tight smile, Daniel headed out
of the house.

**********

The story continues in chapter 21: Sickness

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