Dr Wallace's Casebook 4

My train of thought was distracted by something he'd said earlier. "Hang on, Shaun. You didn't explain what you meant that you thought half of your neighbourhood knew about it...?"

He smiled. "Me and me mates – you're gonna think this is really lame – but, you know, we sometimes dare each other to do stuff..."

I smiled back at him. "I was young once, you know..."

"Well, we've had nights when we've tried to outdo each other on what was the best trick we could do. That sort o' thing. And a few times I've shown off my party piece, you know..."

"You've sucked your own penis – cock – in front of your friends?"

He shrugged. "Well, they were lighting their farts, or makin' their foreskins talk... you ever seen a guy do that?"

"Actually, I can't say I have..."

He smiled a little triumphantly. Finally he'd got one over on the old bloke.

He went on, "Or one guy managed to get four hard-boiled eggs up his arse..."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm glad they were hard-boiled. That could have been messy."

He grinned back at me. "To be honest, it was..."

I laughed.

He went on, "Anyway, I had to show them somethin'. So I let them see I could suck me own cock. And they," he paused to smile broadly, "absolutely fuckin' loved it!"

I laughed again. "I bet they did!"

"Anyway, soon, everyone was talkin' about it. The first time I did it, I hadn't realised how weird it was to be able to do somethin' like that. But soon after, even girls I didn't know were saying they wanted to see me do it. I even found some graffiti about it: somethin' like 'Specky blows himself'."

"Your nickname is Specky?" I asked, slightly confused.

"I used to wear really thick glasses," he explained. "That was ages ago. But the name must've stuck."

I nodded. "Okay. Did you like the fact that girls were quite clearly interested in you for that reason?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. I suppose it's a good thing for girls to be interested, wha'ever the reason. But it was 'ardly gonna get me a girlfriend, was it?"

That seemed to confirm that he was heterosexual, which I had wondered about when he'd described some of the exploits he and other boys had got up to together.

I asked him, "I don't suppose you know if your father can do this?"

He shook his head. "I don't think so. I mean, if he could, me mother wouldn't 'ave been so freaked out, would she?"

"Any uncles? Or grandfathers with the ability?"

He shrugged. "It's not the sort o' thing that comes up at family gatherin's, you know..."

I smiled. "I just thought you might have heard, somehow?"

He shook his head.

"So you're the first one with this... er... trait?"

"Of being... what d'you call it... double jointed?"

I shook my head. "That's a very inaccurate description. You're just a lot more versatile and flexible than most people –"

"But it's not dangerous?" he interrupted. "I'm not like wrecking my spine by doing it or anythin'?"

"I don't know about that. I suppose I'd have to see you get into that position and check your spine to see how strained it is."

He gawped at me. "You wanna see me suck mesel' off?"

I smiled. "I didn't say that. I don't want to see you doing anything you're not comfortable with. All I said was that I'd need to see you get into that position to be able to assess if what you were doing was harmful to your spine."

He considered the prospect for a few seconds. Eventually he asked, "But you'd be able to know for sure if I bent so far that I could actually put me cock in me mouth?"

I shrugged. "I suppose it would make it more realistic. But it's your body, and I'd put no pressure on you to do anything you weren't happy with..."

"I dunno... some o' the stuff me mum said got me worried. I mean, she said I might end up in a wheelchair and stuff. That's not true, is it?"

"I really wouldn't know until I'd examined your back, Shaun. Your mother's quite correct in that the position you've described getting yourself into is a very unnatural position for a human to be in. Your spine may be flexible enough to cope with it, but it's equally possible that you may be straining it so much that you're causing permanent damage. I'd really need to examine you..."

"While I'm doin' it?"

I nodded. "I suppose, ideally, that would be best, if you'd be happy to –"

He stood up so quickly that I thought he was going to walk out of the room. Instead, he surprised me by asking, "Do I 'ave to be naked?"

I said, "Well, again, it's up to you..."

"But I suppose you'd be able to know for sure if I was?"

I nodded. "In an ideal world you'd be naked so I'd be able to see your spine properly, but I'd fully understand if –"

"I'd better get me kit off, then," he said, smiling and then pulling his fleece over his head.

I was impressed at how mature he was being about this. When I was his age, I'd have been mortified at the prospect at having to expose myself in such a graphic manner to a doctor. I suppose I just put his apparent indifference down to the fact that his mother had given him a pretty candid talking-to which had really scared him.

When he'd pulled off his upper clothing, he revealed a thin and hairless physique on which a lot of time had clearly been spent trying to make the best of the undeveloped musculature. I wanted to tell him that his build would mature dramatically over the coming years and that pretty soon the muscles he'd spent so long trying to nurture would just spring up of their own accord but, at the risk of embarrassing him, I didn't.

As he kicked off his boots and loosened his trousers, I thought back to the couple of times I'd seen other guys performing what must stand as the ultimate act of self-pleasure on themselves. In my experience, they were usually tall, giving them lithe backs which could almost double-up on themselves, and had long cocks which could stretch so far that their mouths could reach them.

Shaun was certainly tall: he must have been six foot two or six foot three, because he seemed a little taller than me. And, as he yanked down the faded striped boxer briefs he was wearing, it was pretty obvious that he fulfilled the second criterion too.

His cock hung between his legs looking an impressive six inches long in spite of its lack of arousal. The bulbous head of it dangled downward far lower than his balls did and his foreskin was partially retracted revealing the dry tip of his bell-end with its wrinkled, puckered slit. Apart from a short growth of pubic hair around the base of his cock, his genitals, like the rest of his body, were almost completely hairless.

He threw his briefs onto the pile of his clothes and said, with a calm that I would never have been able to muster if I were in his place, "Where do you want me to do it? On the bed?"

"Wherever you'd be most comfortable." I motioned towards the examination table which he'd called a bed. "You can lie down if that's the way you normally do it."

He jumped up onto the examination table and his arse creased and tore the paper that had been laid out across it.

He said, reaching down to his cock and squeezing it between his fingers and thumb, "I'll need to get... you know... 'orny first..."

"Do you want me to look away?"

He shrugged. "I don't mind. I've done this like five or six times before, in front o' me mates and stuff, so it's no big deal now."

I took the opportunity, since he hadn't objected, of watching the technique he was using to arouse his cock. For some reason I get quite fascinated by the infinitely varied ways guys employ to bring their cocks to life when an examination requires that they should develop an erection in my room. Shaun's method involved peeling back his foreskin slightly and then tugging it to pull it as far his could back over the gradually swelling head of his cock. I'd never seen a guy do that to arouse himself before. He'd also squeeze the shaft of it – a pretty standard technique – and occasionally jiggle his loose, pale-skinned balls between his fingers.

He looked up at me, when his cock seemed to be about halfway towards developing full erection, and said, grinning, "You should set up a camera in here. You could earn a fortune!"

I chuckled. "Doctor cam dot com, maybe?"

He nodded. "You'd get a nice bit o' pocket money on the side."

"You think people would enjoy watching old blokes getting measured up for surgical trusses and coming in to give me urine samples?"

He laughed, still kneading his cock between his fingers. "I suppose when you put it like that..."

He looked down at his cock and kept up that weird technique of easing his foreskin back over about half of the head and then pulling it forwards again. The whole organ looked about eight inches long by now and had thickened up considerably.

He said, "I think I'm about 'ard enough. Do you want me to have a try?"

"How hard does it have to be before you can get it into you mouth?"

"Quite a bit 'arder than this, but I think this'll get me started."

"Okay."