[Swimmboy]

“Yes, yes, I see quite a bit of redness, and some flaky skin. Here, and here,” he said, as he rubbed his finger tips along the side of David’s sac. As the man continued to jostle and shift David’s pouch, his tweed sleeve continued to brush the boy’s sensitive shaft, all the way from base to glans. Immediately, David’s cock started to engorge, the stimulation was so great. Within seconds, five inches had become eight, and the soft appendage had become hard as steel. Apparently unmindful of this, the doctor continued to eye the area around and beneath David’s nuts, even grasping his entire scrotum and running his fingers along the sparsely-haired sac. Now moving the pouch toward the other side so he could investigate further, his sleeve again brushed insistently along the diver’s hard penis, rubbing against the boy’s stimulated g-spot. David was gritting his teeth, as he struggled to maintain his composure. Both Derek and Jake, upon seeing the look of torment and excitement on David’s face, became fearful of what might happen next. When they saw David squeezing his eyes closed and biting his lower lip, they knew what was coming next. And cum it did.

David couldn’t stop the ejaculation, though he was trying as hard as he could. It had just been so long – so long since he’d had any sexual relief – that the boy simply could not control himself any longer. David’s body convulsed, and he gasped for air. Dr. Witherspoon, suddenly alarmed, looked up at the young man’s face, wondering what on earth could be wrong. He had just released David’s nutsac when the first spurt shot from the red, aroused penis. Then another and another – great gobs of thick white boy-cream shot from David’s dick, splattering across the sleeve of Dr. Witherspoon’s fine tweed jacket. “Well…what on earth…well I never…oh my goodness”, sputtered the old man as David futilely grabbed his long prong, attempting to cover the spurting head and catch his sperm before any more shot onto the physician’s arm and jacket. But there was just too much sperm to contain, and it dripped between David’s fingers and splotched the doctor’s nice wingtip shoes, and the carpet nearby.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Dr. Witherspoon,” David mumbled as his cock continued to erupt uncontrollably. “I’m so sorry.” Derek and Jake could only stare, dumbfounded, as the diver unleashed a massive load of spunk. The doctor was nonplused, as he tried to pull away from the fountain of semen that seemed to squirt on and on and on. David finally staggered back a couple steps, nearly falling as his feet became entangled in his briefs and shorts. Quickly kneeling, he grabbed his briefs and yanked them up, though by now it was too late – his seed pods had been drained, and only a small dribble continued to seep from his cockhead. Then, he quickly pulled up his cargo shorts and fastened them. Reaching hurriedly into his pockets, he pulled out a tissue, then began trying to wipe his seed off the sleeve of Dr. Witherspoon’s jacket, but he only succeeded in smearing the sticky spunk across an even larger area.

The old man pulled away, telling the youth not to bother, that he would have to get the jacket cleaned. “What, what happened, David?” asked the doctor, addressing the boy by his first name.

A red-faced David choked out a reply. “My…well, my penis was…I mean, your sleeve – the fabric was so rough and itchy, and it kept rubbing against my penis when you were…well…when you were examining me ‘down there’. All of a sudden, I could feel it building up inside me. I thought I could hold it, that you would be finished any second and I could leave, but then…but then…well, it just started coming out. And when that happens, I lose all control. Once the first spurt comes out, I’m helpless to stop it, Dr. Witherspoon. I’m so sorry. I will pay for your cleaning bill”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ve just never seen anything like that – for a young man your age to lose all control like that. Good gracious, what a thing to have happen during a medical examination,” the headmaster stated as he stood and headed for the door. But as he walked away, Derek was astonished to notice a major tent had formed in the old man’s trousers, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the man had somehow enjoyed the ‘accident’, despite his protestations. “Mr. Weathers”, said Dr. Witherspoon, now addressing Derek, “please remember to meet me in the infirmary after I’ve had a few minutes to go to my quarters and acquire a clean jacket.” Derek nodded his head, not trusting his voice to speak aloud.

After he was gone, Jake and Derek glared at David, who hung his head ashamedly
and refused to look the other boys in the eye. Then Jake started to chuckle, then laugh out loud. “Dude,” he said to David, “you totally spooged the old geezer! You spermed all over him! Shit – I’ve never seen anything so rad in my life! You know what? The way you hosed him down, squirting his jacket, his shoes. From now on, I’m calling you ‘Squirt’!”