I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKER
Since some of you may not like this story and what it's about, may I suggest that you click on my name, that's up next to the title of this story and perhaps you will find one that's more to your liking....Milker
When I was 14 almost 15 year's old, something went wrong, down in my cock,..my little penis, and my step aunt, Karen, made me go to the doctor about it.
Yes, I told her about it, but only because I had too. She was walking past the bathroom one day, while I was in there trying to take a pee and she'd overheard the little moans and whimper's that were coming out of me, as I stood there at the toilet and was trying to pee.
Thinking that there was something wrong with me, because of the way I was crying or whatever, she pushed the bathroom door open and said, " Billy, are you alright?"
I don't know which one of us was more shocked or whatever because as soon as I'd heard the noise behind me, I'd jerked around, to see what it was and believe it or not, I still had my young cock in my hand and yes, I was still peeing.
" BILLY, what are you doing, stop it, your peeing."
" Oh Nooo, I'm sorry aunt, Karen."
The embarrassment that I was going through, when I finally understood, that she'd not only seen me peeing, but that she'd also seen me peeing on the floor, was unreal.
" I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
" That's ok, here Billy, I'll help you clean it up."
Billy didn't understand, that he still had his young cock in his hand, even though he'd already stopped peeing with it. He didn't understand, that is, until he watched his aunt Karen, pull some of the white toilet paper off of the little roll, kneeldown, right there by him, and as she started to wipe his pee up off of the bathroom floor, he felt himself getting a boner.
At the same time that he'd noticed it, his aunt Karen had noticed it to and before he could turn away and...hide it, from her, she'd reached out, taken ahold of it, and was dabbing the fresh pee off of the end of it, with the tiny little wad of white toilet paper.
" What's the matter, Billy, havn't you ever had a girl, touch it before?"
" Nooo, are you kidding?"
" But Billy, your almost 15 year's old."
" Billy, your supposed to be getting the girl's to at least play with it by now."
" But what, Billy?"
" But, I'm afraid of them."
" Afraid?"..." But Billy, you don't have to be afraid, here, let me show you."
Billy couldn't believe it, as once again his pretty aunt, Karen, took ahold of his young stiff boner again and more or less started pulling on it, again and again and again.
" See, it feel's good, doesn't it, Billy."
" Uh huh."
" See what you've been missing."
" Oh yeah."
" Want me to...want me to make love to it, Billy?"
" You know, kiss it and suck on it."
" You'ld do that?"
" Uh huh, but only if you tell me too."
" Want me to wash it first?"
" No Billy, its not dirty."
" Yes it is, I just peed with it."
" Oh Billy, don't be silly, and besides, that's part of the...taboo, of doing it, tasting the boy or the man's pee, that's still left on the end of it."
Billy didn't know what to say. Here she was, wanting to suck on his young cock and he didn't even know how to tell her to go ahead and do it, that is, if she really wanted too.
" Do you want me to do it?"..." I will if you want me too, Billy."
Billy wasn't a virgin, to getting his cock sucked, because the girl that used to live next door to them, Julie, used to suck on it all the time, when she was babysitting him.
Yes, that's right, he'd been sucked on by a babysitter, more than one of them, to be honest.
Something about his cock and how small or really tiny it was, turned them on, almost all of them, and more than a few of them had sucked on it.
But that was them, and they'ed wanted to do it, and this was his aunt, his pretty, step-aunt, Karen, and she was telling him that he had to...tell her to do it, why.
Why was she insisting that he had to tell her?
Why couldn't she, just do it?
Had somebody, old or young, made her suck on his cock, when she was little and she'd liked it?
Is that why she had to be told to do it now, because she'd felt so guilty about it and the way that she'd ended up liking it?
" Tell me."..." Tell me to do it Billy, and I will, I promise."..." Please.".........." Please."
Without even knowing that he was doing it, Billy moved over in front of her, offered it to her and then watched, as she slipped her pretty little mouth over the end of it and started sucking.
She knew that he was getting ready to cum, and just before he started, she slipped her tiny, little hand down under his warm, heavy nut-sac, found his tiny, little asshole with her fingertip, and just as his tiny, little boner stared squirting, she plunged her middle finger, all the way up into him, and started fingering him.
" Take it out, take it out, it hurtsss."
" No baby, that's part of it, there's gotta be a little pain, to make it feel better, you'll see, when it's all over."
Even though Billy was finished cuming, she still had his tiny, little cock in her mouth and she was still sucking on it. Sucking on it and draining the last few drops of his warm, white, boy cum, out of the end of it and down into her pretty little belly.
When it was finally over, and his aunt slowly eased her middle finger back out of him, Billy was shocked, as his tiny, little asshole went into some kind of spasm and then just started opening and closing, almost like it was looking for her finger again, as she slowly got up and then without even saying a word to him, she left him in the bathroom.
Billy stayed in the bathroom for at least another 10 or 15 minutes, as he waited for his tiny little asshole to quieten back down again and stop opening and closing.
When he finally came out, his aunt Karen met him in the kitchen and as she looked right at him, she said, " You have to go see a doctor about that, Billy."
" You know, your peeing problem."
" Oh."..." But what if I don't want too?"
" Don't be silly, somethings wrong Billy, you have to go, let him look at you, and check you out."
Before he could say anymore, she'd picked up the phone and made an appointment for him, the very next day.
" See, that was easy, wasn't it?"
" You didn't have to do that."
" Yes, I did, because I know that you wouldn't have done it, would you Billy?"
" I guess your right, thank you."
The fear that Billy was going through the next day, when his aunt took him in to see the doctor, can never be explained. It was horrible.
What was the doctor going to do to him?
Was he gonna hurt him?
Was he gonna have to take his little cock, his tiny, little cock out and show it to him?
Would the doctor laugh, when he saw how tiny it was?
What was he gonna do with it?
Would he wanna take ahold of it, like his aunt had done, to look at it?
And would he get a boner, a little boner, while the doctor was holding it and looking at it, like his aunt's little hand had made it do?
All of the question's that he'd been asking himself, drained away, and were replaced by total shock, as the nurse came out to the waiting room, led him back into the examination room, and standing in there, waiting for him was the doctor and she was a woman.
Billy, wanted to scream and run out of the examination room, but the nurse was still holding onto his little arm and he couldn't.
" Hello, I'm Dr. Wilson and you must be Billy."
" Ahh, Uh huh."
" Good, close the door Margaret and let's you and me, see if we can't help this boy and see what the problem may be."
As soon as Margaret closed the door, Billy felt trapped and it didn't get any better, believe me.
" Here Billy, go over there into the dressing room and put this on."..." Take all of your clothes off and put it on, where it opens in the back."
" All of my clothes?"
" Yes Billy, all of your clothes, even your shoe's and sock's."
" But what, Billy."
" But...then I'll be naked under there."
" Yes Billy, but this is an examination room, remember."
Billy didn't know what to say, as he took the little blue gown from her and headed for the dressing room.
As soon as Billy started taking his clothes off, he knew that he was in trouble. He was in trouble because no sooner had he slid his pants down, that he started getting a little boner.
" Oh shit."
" What's that Billy, did you say something?"
" Huh?"..." Oh no, never mind, I was just talking to myself."
" Oh really."
" Yes, Billy?"
" Do I have to take my underwear off too?"
" Everything Billy, I told you everything, didn't I?"
" Yes Doctor, sorry."
By the time that their little conversation was over, Billy's little boner had gone back down and Billy finally came back out of the dressing room.
Still not understanding what was about to happen to him, Billy sat down on the chair and waited.
" No Billy, we have to do it over here."
Billy had seen the examination table before, the one that she was pointing at, with her little finger and he didn't like it. It scared him.
All of a sudden the nurse, Margaret, whispered to the doctor, " Stir-ups or bent over."
" I think we'll try the stir-ups today Margaret and then if we can't...get at it, then we'll have to bend him over."
It wasn't until he'd heard them saying that, that Billy finally understood that they were...both, gonna do something to him.
" No, does she really have to be in here, with us?"
" Yes Billy, that's the law now."
The shame or fear that Billy felt, as he watched the nurse, Margaret, take the metal stir-ups out of a drawer and hook them up onto the examination table, was unreal. But it was nothing compared to the fear that he felt, as the female doctor, Miss Wilson, pointed to the end of the examination table and then whispered, " Hop up," almost like it meant absolutely nothing to her.
As soon as Billy was sitting up, on the end of the examination table, the doctor got the strangest look on her face, as she whispered to him, " Lay back baby," and believe it or not, he did.
Now Billy finally understood why she'd gotten him to put the tiny, little blue gown on backwards, as he looked down and saw how it was still covering his tiny, little cock and nut-sac up. He wanted to thank her, but he thought better of it, as he watched her slipping the white, rubber glove on and the nurse, handed her a tiny little tube of something.
" What are you gonna do?"
" Shhh baby, I have to check your prostate."
" My what?"
" Your prostate."
" What's that?"
" Never mind baby, you'll see."
Billy saw the strangest little grin, that went across the nurse's face, when she'd heard the doctor telling him that, and that's when he started wondering, what that was all about.
Watching the doctor, as she took ahold of the little tube and then squeezed something clear, out of the end of it and then onto her middle fingertip, that was on the inside of the little rubber glove, made a tiny little shiver go down through little Billy and that's when he said, " What are ya gonna to do with that."
Before she even answered him, the doctor looked over at the nurse, Margaret and whispered, " Put his feet up in the stir-ups, Margaret and get him ready for me."
Nurse, Margaret didn't waste any time, as she came over to the examination table, grabbed ahold of his little left foot, put it up into the stir-up and said, " Leave it there," as she grabbed his right foot and placed it into the other stir-up, leaving Billy, spread-eagled, right there in front of both of them.
" Nooo, what are ya gonna do?"
" Shhh, hold still baby, it'll all be over in a minute and then you can go home."
Billy could feel her fumbling all around, under the little blue gown, with her left hand, as she kept looking up at his little face and searching.
It wasn't until she saw how his little, blue eye's widened, that she knew that she'd found it, and as she tried to spread his little butt-cheeks apart with her left hand, she slipped her right hand down under the little, blue gown and jammed the middle finger of her right hand, all the way up into him.
" Hush baby, I told you, it'll all be over in a minute."
" Nooo, Nooo, Take it out, what are you doing."
" Easy baby, I gotta find it."
Billy could feel her slowly moving her long, bony finger, back and forth in him, as she started searching for his tiny, little prostate gland, with her fingertip.
By now the tiny, little blue gown had worked its way up on him, and now the doctor and even the nurse, could see how his tiny, little boner was sticking straight-up, as she moreorless fingered him, while nurse, Margaret just stood there, with that same grin on her face and watched her, while she was doing it.
" Look at this Margaret, have you ever seen one, that was this small?"
" Oh yeah, but it was on a boy, in the 2nd or 3th grade."
The shame that Billy felt, as they stood there, talking about his little boner, while the doctor was still fingering him and searching for his prostate, was to much for Billy and the next thing he knew, a small burst of his warm pee, spurted up out of his little boner and then slowly dropped back down on his belly.
" Oh, look Margaret, he's peeing, just like a little baby does, when your changing him."..." I can't find it Margaret, your gonna have to do it for me again."
" Uh huh, your finger's are longer than mine."..." Remember how you were able to reach Mr. Jordan's prostate, when I couldn't."
" I remember, Oh yesss, I remember."
" Good, put a glove on and come over here."
Nurse Margaret didn't even hesitate, as she pulled one of the white rubber gloves on, moved over to the end of the examination table and as she looked right at Billy, she got the wildest look in her eye's, as she whispered, " Can I bend him over, like I had to do Mr. Jordan?"
" I guess so, if you think that you can...get at it, better."
" Oh, I can get at it better, if he's bent over, believe me."
" Ok, do it then."
All of the fight was gone out of poor little Billy, as she pulled him up off of the examination table, turned him around, bent him over and then slowly moved up behind him, almost like she was some kind of an animal, and he was her, prey.
Billy's little ass was bare now, because the opening in the back of the little blue gown, had split around him and the tiny little blue gown was now hanging down along his sides, just like he wasn't wearing anything.
Even Billy heard the tiny little, " Oh fuck," that came out of her, as she took ahold of his plump, little ass and then made him reach back and spread his plump little butt-cheeks, just so that she could get at it, better.
There was no pain this time, only a little moan, that nurse Margaret made a note of, as she slipped her long, greased-up, middle finger up into his tiny, little asshole and then started fingering him with it, just like Dr. Wilson had been doing.
No one was saying a word, as nurse Margaret, worked her long bony finger back and forth up inside of him, slow at first but faster and faster, the longer she did it.
Just hearing the young boy saying that he wanted her to...fuck him, like that, made nurse Margaret lose it and the next thing she knew, she was cramming her third finger up into him and grinding on the back of her hand, with her pelvis.
She was...fucking him, actually fucking him, if only with her finger's.
Just as Billy's plump, little ass started bucking and jerking, and his tiny, little boner, started spewing its warm, white liquid, down onto the little step, that led up to the examination table, the door opened.
" MARGARET, what are you doing?"
Nurse Margaret couldn't say anything. She couldn't say anything because even she was embarrassed, really embarrassed, about what she was just caught doing.
Fucking a little boy.
Fucking a little boy with her finger's, three of them, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, she'd enjoyed it, really enjoyed it and somehow the doctor knew it.
As nurse Margaret slowly eased her three greased-up finger's back out of Billy's little stretched asshole, the doctor walked up behind her and whispered, " Did ya find it Margaret?"
And as nurse Margaret whimpered and said, " Oh yeah," the doctor looked right at her and then said, " Good, then maybe you should go change your uniform, because whatever it was that you did to him while I was gone, made you wet, really wet down there."