THE EXAM "Next!" I called out to the other room where they all were waiting. Shortly thereafter, in walked my next patient. A cute, black-haired eleven-year-old boy, clad only in his underpants and T-shirt. He stood there in front of me, fidgeting a little and rocking back and forth. This is one of the best parts of my job - giving physical exams to all the 6th grade kids. What man of my interests wouldn't drool over the chance to view and touch the 'privates' of dozens of almost-pubescent kids, without having to worry about some over-protective parent or official spoiling the fun! It is so great to check out a healthy young body on the verge of adolecense. I would not give it up for the world! Taking my eyes off this young beauty with much difficulty, I quickly consulted my records. "You are Brian Meyer?" I asked, looking up into his wide green eyes. Brain nodded his head shyly and whispered "Uh-Huh." "There's nothing to be worried about Brian" I said in my most encouraging tone, "We're just going to check you over real quick here. It won't take long, and I promise you - no needles." The boy smiled and seemed to relax a little more now. I started with the top of him, and check his mouth ears, eyes, and all the boring stuff. He certainly was a healthy kid. No problems at all. I went through the standard questions, even getting him to laugh once or twice. Then it was time to listen to his chest. I lifted his shirt, exposing his smooth white chest. He shiverred a little when I placed the cold stethoscope against his soft warm flesh. The boy had a good, healthy set of lungs, as well as a very strong heart. At last the time had come for the good stuff! Putting away my stethoscope, I again positioned him in front of me. My eyes stole a quick glance at the small, golfball sized lump in the front of his briefs. Leaving his shirt raised, I told him to lower his underpants. I get different reactions all the time at this point. Brain seemed to know that this was coming, and dutifully slipped his fingers in the sides of his briefs and tugged them down just below his crotch. His boyish member, now released from the tight confinement, bounced a couple times, then came to a stop, dangling between his legs like a small finger. His pink scrotum was tightly contracted, hugging his balls to his smooth and hairless groin. I feasted on his charms for only a second or so before reaching over and sliding his briefs down to his knees. "There we go, that's a good boy." I said, swallowing hard. I looked up at Brian's face again, and saw his expression of slight embarrassment, as he stood there with his body exposed to my eyes. I smiled as reassuringly as I could, then proceeded with the examination. Putting my hand next to his beautiful little member, I quickly performed the check for a hernia (one of the greatest tests ever invented!) It was really hard pulling my hand away from his body, but all good things must come to an end. Brian reached down to pull his undies back up but stopped in mid-tug when I said. "Hold on a second, kid. We're not done yet." Shooting me a look of confusion, he stood straight up again, leaving his briefs half mast. "I need to take your temperature...for the records, you understand." I didn't have to be a mind reader to know what the boy was thinking at that moment! I'm sure he hadn't had his temperature taken rectally for years. I saw it all in his eyes as he stood before me with his mouth half open. "Yes, that's right, Brian. It's going to be rectal." "In...in...my...butt?" was all he said. "Come on now, it's not so bad, I'm sure you've had it taken this way before." I pulled the thermometer from my shirt pocket, and began to shake it down. Brian's eyes were wide, and starting directly at the glass rod in my hand. Glancing at the thermometer, I turned to the cabinet and lubricated it well with K-Y. I turned back again to Brian and told him to turn around, bend forward a little, and put his hands on the exam table. He did like he was told, like a good little boy, but I knew he was not very happy about it. As he turned his small boyish hind-end toward me, I pushed him forward, and down a little, and told him to spread his legs a bit. I then gently put my hand on his soft rump and spread his cheeks. He was shaking a bit, and very embarrassed at my probing of his young behind. I located his small, puckered anus, and gently slid the thermometer into him. He jerked a little, then seemed to accept the intrusion of the cold instrument into his body. "That's it, Brian, " I said as I finished the insertion "You're doing just fine. You see, it's not so bad." I then moved my hands away from him, and patted him gently on the back. "It'll just be in there for a few minuets, that's all." I saw the boy nod his head. I quickly reached down and adjusted my now VERY hard tool, and then sat back. I made a few notes, glanced over at the boy and asked. "How 'we doing, Brian" "Oh...OK" Came the quiet reply. I looked at the young boy standing there before me. The end of the thermometer just visible between the cheeks of his small ass. He was still shivering slightly once in a while, but on the whole seemed to be taking it rather well. I glanced back at my notes one more time, and saw something I had not been aware of. Brian's mother had consented for him to be part of the special Government project I had been working on. This was almost too good to be true! I don't know why I had not noticed it earlier. Brian was going to have a good time today! 'Almost time' I thought to myself as I walked over to him. I put my hand down and cradled his rump, the thermometer between my fingers. The baby-soft flesh of his boy-ass yielded slightly in my hand. I felt him tense up a bit, and then gave him a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing really well." I reassured him. I then grasped the instrument and pulled it from his anus. Brian stood up and watched me as I read it, and entered the reading into my notes. When I turned back to him, glanced between his legs again, and noticed that, as I had expected, his small cock had become slightly erect , and was now sticking out a bit from his body. "I see you liked having your temperature taken" I said, indicating the condition of his member. He blushed, and moved his hands to cover up. I laughed a little, and said; "Don't worry, that happens a lot to boys your age. You should know that. Haven't they taught you about that in school? Brian nodded, still covering up, and said; "Yea, they did. But it still seems kinda weird. Can I pull my pants up now?" "Not yet. There are a few more things that have to be done, since you are part of the study." "Like what?" "Well, " I said, trying not to sound too eager. "Certain measurements have to be taken, as well as samples of some fluids, if they are being produced. Let's get those measurements down first. Come here, my boy." Brain once more came and stood in front of me. As he walked over, his briefs happened to slide all the way down his legs, and were now around his ankles. I told him to step out of them, since he would not be needing them for a while, and he complied. I gently reached over and removed his hands from covering his groin. His penis was now mostly erect, pointing more towards the ceiling. I took the rule from my pocket and held it in my hand while grasping Brian's small tool between the fingers of the other. "As you know, we're doing a study on the growth and development of young males. We have a particularly interested in their sexual development around the ages of puberty." Brian nodded, and watched me as I gently started to stroke his small penis. It was not long before I had a very stiff little pencil between my fingers. I stopped rubbing the boy, and quickly measured him. He was 4 1/4" long, and a little over 1/2 thick. No hair at all yet, (I checked VERY closely), and he was circumcised. His scrotum was still boyishly pink in color, and the glans were reddish-blue. "Is that OK?" He asked when I told him. "Yep," I said, "Just about right for a boy your age." He smiled, and I again grasped his tool and resumed stroking. "I need to know a few more personal things about you, now. For instance, has your penis ever been this way before?" "Yea, lots of times." "I see. Have you ever rubbed it like I'm doing now?" "Uh-huh. A little, it feels kind weird when I do." "How long do you usually do it for?" "We-well", he was starting to breath heavier now, "sometimes for a long time. Like when I go to bed at night, it gets hard and I rub it." "How long do you rub it for?" "I don't know, 'till I fall asleep, I guess." "Have you ever achieved orgasm?" "Wh- what's that" Now how do you explain an orgasm to an 11-year-old kid? "Well, if you keep rubbing it, you'll keep feeling better and better until all of the sudden it'll feel like you're flying, and you might get some fluid squirting out from your penis. "N-no, nothing like that" Brian was stating to move his hips back and forth now as I worked on him. I would occasionally tickle his balls a little which would make him jump. "Have you ever rubbed it long enough so you feel like you do now?" "No....I...feel really funny...can I sit down?" "Here," I said, pulling him to me, "you can sit on my lap" Brian agreed, and soon I felt his soft bottom against my own rock-hard member. I replaced my hand between his legs, and resumed masturbating him. "Have you ever let anyone else see your penis when it was like this?" "A couple a times my ma has seen it, she don't say nothing." "Anyone else" I encouraged. "Well....Patty across the street....we played 'Doctor' a few times, and it was hard once." "Did you see her without her clothes?" "Yeah (nervous giggle) I saw her slit an' everything." "Do you like looking at her without her clothes?" "Yeah, it makes me feel funny...kind the same like you rubbin me." "I see....Have you ever played this way with other boys?" "Well....me an' Tommy like to mess around in the woods an stuff." "How old is Tommy?" "He's 9...his penis gets hard like this too!" "Do you rub him?" "We.....rub...each other...gosh I sure feel funny...is it OK?" "Yeah, Brian, it's just fine...you're doing really well, just relax and let the feeling build" "OK." He moved his hips around a little to get more comfortable. The feeling of his soft boy butt rubbing against my erection was unbelievable! At this point, he was almost lying fully back in my lap. His legs were spread wide, and I had free roam over his entire genital area. His small ball- sack was drawn up tight, and his hips were moving up and down with increasing frequency. I worked on him with one hand, while the other supported his head and neck. I decided to suspend the dialog part of the interview, since it was obvious that Brian was finding it difficult to talk. "You're doin' great kid." I coaxed him. "that's it guy, let it build, you'll get there! "I'm really feelin' it" He said breathlessly. "It...it's neat!" Brian's whole body was shaking now, as my hand continued its duty between his legs. His little cock was stiff as wood between my fingers, as I continued stroking faster and faster. He was breathing much harder and I noticed that he had closed his eyes, seeming to concentrate even more on the new feelings he was experiencing down below. I gently stroked the inside of his thighs, at times making way for his own hand, which he would occasionally use to tickle himself. I knew he was getting ready to climax the next time I looked at his face. His eyes had opened up wide, his lips were slightly parted, and his expression was one of almost wonder, as I felt his whole body convulse in a complete virgin-boy orgasm. A slight moan escaped him, and I felt his penis pulse four - five - six times between my fingers. I continued stroking him slightly, as he sank back in my lap in his glorious afterglow. I hugged him close to me and said; "Good job Brian...you did great! How do you feel?" "Uh....It's neat! I..never knew it would feel like this!...Did anything come out of my...." "Don't worry about that. That'll come soon enough. You're only 11, you know." He smiled and looked down at his genitals. His penis was now only semi-erect, and his ball-sack had loosened slightly. I moved my hand and allowed him to rub himself. "Well, kid." I said, standing him up on the floor after a few minuets, "You need to get dressed now, and I need to get ready for the next one." "OK" My now experienced and totally unashamed friend said. "I can't wait to try that myself at home!" So saying, he bent forward, giving me a final great shot of his virgin-asshole, put on his briefs, and walked out of the room. THE END