Tommy Fletcher is a shy sixteen-year-old. A small mistake after drinking a little too much beer at a New Year’s Eve party ends up with him in hospital. There he meets the love of his life, but things go from bad to worse, at least to start with anyway.

Hi, my name is Tommy Fletcher. What I am about to tell you is all true. I toyed with the idea of glossing over some of the more embarrassing parts but decided that it was all or nothing, so here goes.

It was all my parent’s fault. Well to start with anyway. It was coming up to New Year’s and they really wanted to go to a party at their friends: Louise and Ian’s.

My only sibling, my eighteen-year-old brother Steve, was also going to a party.

I watched from a distance as they all had a heated discussion about it. Eventually, a decision was made but Steve clearly wasn’t very happy about the outcome, and he stormed off with a face like thunder.

My parents approached me.

“We are only doing this because you are such a sensible, good boy.” my Mum opened with. “Steve is going to take you along to his party.” I must have looked too pleased at this point.

“Before you get all excited, there will be alcohol at this party but we are trusting you not to go mad. Just a few beers. OK?” I tried to look somber but inside I was shouting with joy. Here I was, sixteen and a half years old, being given a pass to go to a real party, with beer, and presumably, there would be girls there too!

“Sure Mum.” whatever you say,” I told her in my best serious voice.

“It’s New Year so you’ll be out past midnight, but Steve has promised to look after you and have you home, in bed, by one.”

“OK, fine,” I said trying to sound a bit bored by the whole conversation.

At the time I was about five foot ten, not skinny but not fat either. I had short light brown hair and I guess I was OK looking. The word a lot of people used about me was ‘cute’ which is better than a lot of other possibilities but made me feel even younger than my sixteen years.

I was also painfully shy. I could never bring myself to approach girls and if they did speak to me I got so tongue-tied it was cringe-makingly embarrassing.

The party was pretty cool. Steve got me a small paper cup of beer, sat me on a sofa in a corner, and told me to keep out of trouble, and not to embarrass him.

I felt so grown up sipping my beer. I wasn’t mad keen on it actually, but I was damned if that was going to let that stop me. I was watching all the girls, most of whom were very hot, and a lot of them were wearing mini-skirts.

Initially, I tried hard to look inconspicuous in case my letching was spotted and I was kicked out, but I soon realised that nobody was paying me any attention at all.

I got another beer and started to relax, singing along to the music to myself and people-watching.

Much later, a fair number of people were starting to act pretty drunk and it was quite funny to watch. Then a couple of girls must have felt sorry for me and they sat down next to me, on either side.

When they started chatting to me I was a bit mono-syllabic, which they found very amusing. One of them put a hand on my thigh and said something to me that I couldn’t hear over the music.

“Sorry!” I shouted. She leaned in close to my ear.

“How old are you anyway cutie pie?” I told her sixteen, and she and her friend put their heads together behind my back and whispered to each other. I could hear occasional bits.

“ ... only sixteen ... cute...” That was the girl who had asked me my age.

“ ... jailbait ... last time...” The other one said to her.

“You’re so fucking sensible Suzie!” The first one said back, and flounced off in a huff.

“Sorry fella. She’s such a slut!” Suzie said to me and kissed me, on the mouth!. Then she walked away too.

I don’t know how close I was to losing my cherry that night but I will never forgive fucking Suzie for as long as I live. Well apart from her kiss, which was lovely.

The rest of the night seemed to go by very quickly and in a bit of a blur. I’m not exactly sure how many beers I had, but when Steve and I were going home I do know I had a lot of trouble walking in a straight line. He took the piss mercilessly, but I think he was relieved when we got home and the folks weren’t back yet; he didn’t have to explain my half-pissed-up state.

I should explain at this point that I suffer from bruxism, I grind my teeth when I sleep. I have a mouth guard that I wear at night to stop me from wearing them away.

I guess it was the drink, but that night I forgot to put it in. I woke up at about three in the morning with an agonising pain from a lower front tooth that I must have been grinding on.

I went to the bathroom and took a couple of aspirin, then went back to bed. I tried to put the guard in but it was too painful, so I left it out.

Eventually, I must have managed to get back to sleep because the next thing I knew I was waking again to much the same pain. I looked at the clock and figured I could have some more painkillers so I took another couple.

In the morning the pain wasn’t so bad. I got up as normal apart from one thing. This is one of those bits I would rather leave out, but won’t (you can skip to the next paragraph if you like). I had a shit and it was very dark and sticky. When I wiped up, the smear contained bright red streaks. I was a bit worried but hoped it was just a temporary thing and that it would go away.

When I was in the shower though, the world started to grey out and I felt incredibly weak. I shut the shower off and managed to put a towel around my waist.

As I opened the bathroom door to get help, the world spun around and went white. The next thing I knew I was lying on the floor and my Mum was leaning over me, shaking me and shouting my name.

When she saw that I had opened my eyes she grabbed me round the shoulders and pulled me into a big hug, thanking God profusely.

She called our GP who quickly ascertained that the aspirin was the likely cause. He said the fainting was probably caused by blood loss from an internal bleed, but that it was almost certainly just temporary. He did advise taking me to Accident and Emergency just in case though, which we did after I had a mug of sweet tea and some toast and jam.

After being triaged there was the compulsory three-hour wait before I was seen by a nurse, who took all the details again, and then sent me back to the waiting area.

There was another long wait, about three-quarters of an hour, and then I was called to an examination room. My mum started to come with me but I waved to back to her seat and glared at her until she gave in.

When I opened the door I stopped dead in the doorway. Sat behind the desk was the most beautiful girl that I thought I had ever seen: She had long blonde straight hair, perfect delicate features unobscured by makeup and the biggest, bluest eyes.

“Sit down Thomas. I haven’t got all day.” Her voice, even with her brusque manner was like music to my ears, corny I know, but it was. I think I fell in love with her right there and then. I sat down and gazed at her in a daze.

“Did anyone come with you today?” She asked me.

“Yes, my Mother.”

“Would you like her to be present for this?”

“No, I’m fine thanks.” The last thing I wanted was for her to think that I was a Mummy’s boy.

She went over the case history and said she agreed with my GP’s assessment but she would need to do a few tests to confirm it, and an exam. I should have picked up on the word ‘exam’ I suppose, but I wasn’t really paying close attention to what she was saying. I was actually trying to make out what her breasts looked like under that white coat.

“Go behind the screen and take off your trousers and underwear,” she said to me. I was instantly acutely aware of my half-hard penis, as I say she was gorgeous, and I started to panic. “then lie on the examination table facing the wall and raise your right knee up towards your chest.” She continued in a matter-of-fact tone.

I realised then what ‘exam’ was going to entail. This spectacularly beautiful Doctor was going to be doing something to my asshole. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I thought, why couldn’t it be an old woman, or a man, or anyone else!

She gave me a very impatient look and I had no choice, I went behind the curtain and undressed. I couldn’t believe that my cock was actually harder, I just hoped to God that she wouldn’t be able to see it.

I lay on the table as she had said, and tried to say I was ready, but nothing came out. I swallowed and coughed and on the third go I managed to croak the words out.

I heard the swish of the curtain and the unmistakable sound of rubber gloves being put on. I tried desperately to remember how well I had cleaned up after my shit, but I really wasn’t sure.

“There will be a cold sensation then I will put my finger into your anus. Try not to resist it if you can.” Her finger, her lovely finger, in my asshole! My penis was like a steel rod between my legs.

I felt something cold smeared onto my asshole. God that was nice. Then her finger pushed into me. I thought I might faint again. She pushed it in past the first knuckle and twisted it around, back and forth.

Oh Fuck, No, No, No - I was going to cum. I tried, desperately to think of something to turn me off, but the only thing that would come to my mind was her lovely face.

Then she pushed her finger in further. I came all over the wall opposite me. I could feel my asshole squeezing down on her finger with each spurt, and there were a lot of them. I had never produced so much cum in my life.

I was mortified. I just wanted to sink into the bench and disappear. She gently removed her finger and wiped along my ass crack with a tissue.

“That’s OK Tommy. It’s quite natural. Nothing to worry about.” She spoke so gently and soothingly that I managed not to start crying, which is what I really wanted to do at that moment.

“I’m so, so sorry Doctor Riley. I couldn’t help it.” I said, my voice was breaking up badly.

“I can certainly tell that there’s nothing wrong with your testicles, can’t I?” She laughed quietly and stroked my leg near my knee, then she handed me a couple of tissues.

“Clean yourself up and put your clothes back on. Leave this other mess, I’ll sort that out later.” She said and walked out around the curtain.

The thought of her cleaning up my spunk was both horrifying and exciting. I couldn’t believe it but my cock was still hard, even after that mammoth orgasm.

I sat down opposite her, incredibly embarrassed and ashamed.

“Cheer up Tommy, no harm done.” She said and smiled at me. “The good news is that there’s no sign of any further bleeding. I’m booking you in for a gastroscopy just to be on the safe side. You’ll get an appointment for that in the post.”

“The most important thing to remember is to avoid NSAIDs in future. So that’s basically ibuprofen as well as aspirin.”

“I think you should take a couple of days off school as well. If any symptoms return or if you have any related problems come back and see me.”

“Thanks very much, Dr. Riley and I’m sorry again for the...”

“I can assure you that wasn’t the most unpleasant reaction to that particular examination that I’ve ever had.” She said, again with a smile.

My Mum took me home and my erection, although now just a semi, would still not go away.

That night, lying in bed, I turned to my small stash of porn. I couldn’t access anything online; my Dad had installed a depressingly good Net Nanny on our broadband and I hadn’t figured out how to get around it at that time.

Having said that, most of the porn clips that I had seen I didn’t really like: it all seemed to be guys slapping or half-strangling girls or really rough sex.

I had persuaded my mate Jody to download some soft-core stuff for me. I liked candid nude beach stuff, one in particular of a couple of teenage girls making out was my favourite. I had a nice enough wank to that but, afterwards, I was still half hard.

I figured that this was not normal so the next day I went back to A & E. I loitered around outside for half an hour building up my courage then went inside and up to the reception desk.

I explained that Dr. Riley had told me to come back if I had any problems and that I would like to see her. They reluctantly agreed but told me it might be a long wait. I said that was fine and settled in for the long haul.

It took two hours, and I nearly left twice in that time. I was actually halfway to the exit door when I heard a call come over the tannoy.

“Mr Fletcher to exam room two. Thomas Fletcher to room two, please.”

I stood outside room two, took a deep breath, and then knocked.

“Come in.” I heard Dr. Riley say from inside. I went in and sat down, but I found it really hard to know where to start.

“What’s the problem, Tommy?. Have you had more blood in your stools?”

“No...” I managed and I looked at her and then down at my groin. She looked down there too.

“Go behind the curtain and remove your trousers and underwear, please. Then lie on the examination table.”

Seeing her again meant that when I lay back on the table my cock was sticking up proudly when she came around the curtain.

“Is this what’s troubling you?” She said, looking meaningfully at my penis. I nodded.

“Looks like a pretty typical sixteen-year-old’s penis to me.” She said, smiling.

“It’s been like that since the examination yesterday,” I explained.

“Does it hurt at all?”

“No.”

“Have you masturbated since then?” Oh God, I wasn’t expecting that. I really hadn’t thought this through properly.

“Er ... yes.”

“Recently?”

“No, it was last night...” I was about to explain how it hadn’t helped but she cut me off.

“I want you to masturbate into this cup, please. Get dressed afterwards and bring it out with you.” She handed me a small plastic cup and left.

You would think that it would be easy, but knowing that she was waiting, and with no stimulation, and that she could hear me through the curtain, all had their effect. I stroked and rubbed and tried to think of the horniest things that I could, but it was no use.

After maybe five minutes Doctor Riley came back through the curtain and looked at my penis.

“You’re making it all sore. Use this. And please try to hurry up.” She handed me a bottle of lube from a shelf and then left again.

I tried, I really tried but I just couldn’t cum. I started to cry. Big gasping, snotty sobs, and I just couldn’t stop. I wanted more than anything to impress her and here I was unable to even wank for her, and now, to make things worse I was blubbering like a little girl.

She came back through the curtain and put an arm around my shoulders.

“It’s OK Tommy. Don’t worry about it. Please stop crying.” She spoke so softly and kindly, and the touch of her body against mine was so nice, that my sobs started to die down. I could also smell her perfume and it was quite, quite lovely.

“We really need to complete this test though. Do you want me to help?” She looked at me as she said this. My brain couldn’t process that, what did she mean? Did she have some device or drugs?. Surely she couldn’t mean ... I nodded back to her.

I felt her hand wrap around my hard cock. It was warm and soft and felt absolutely wonderful. I couldn’t believe what she was doing. I tried to gasp but I couldn’t get any air into my lungs. I stood there, taking fast, short breaths, shaking like a leaf as her hand moved over my erection. She moved her right hand down, from my shoulders to my waist, and held me firmly against her.

Her left hand stroked my cock gently but firmly, moving from the shaft to the head and rubbing and teasing it all over in a most exquisite way. It was then that the realisation of the warmth of her hand sunk in. She wasn’t wearing rubber gloves. Either she had forgotten what must surely be a reflex action for doctors, or she wanted to feel the flesh of my penis with her bare hand!

I came immediately that thought struck me. My whole body jerked wildly and my legs turned to jelly; I really thought I was going to collapse. She must have anticipated what would happen because she supported my weight with the arm around my waist.