Chapter 16: So, How Did That Make You Feel

Once again, I found that instead of just talking to a single psychologist, there were ten there waiting for me.

So now I do this all over again with the older doctors instead of medical students? How much more can they ask me that I didn’t tell the first group? Didn’t they watch the videos or read the notes?

Once I was in the room, I saw that my chair faced all ten sitting in a semi-circle around me. None of the doctors spoke a word for a few minutes and had me pretty nervous while I waited. I never heard of this type of thing with psycho doctors.

Ok. It must be one of the tests. Just calm down and see what they want.

I nearly jumped out of my chair when one of the women doctors asked me my name, age, where I lived, went to school, and why I as in the hospital. I answered the first questions without any thought. When I got to the last question, I just told them because I had an accident that put me in a coma.

Uh oh. That must have been a cue to give me the fifth degree.

I already knew they were going to try every possible way they could to get me to say getting struck by lightning had been why I was in a coma.

“Do you even know what caused me to be in a coma? The doctors won’t tell me. Someone said I ran toward some kids practicing tug of war and hit their rope with my chest. I just guessed I did a Willie Coyote into that tug-of-war rope. As soon as they pulled it back tight, I was thrown down the hill to hit my head. It isn’t the first time I had an accident where I woke up in the hospital,” I told them.

That must have worked a little if they are asking me about having sex with Emily.

They wanted to know how I felt about my first time having sex with a girl that I knew could die anytime. Did I have any idea what I would do if I got her pregnant before she died? Was I mad at her for not saying goodbye after we had sex so many times before she left?

It turns out they hadn’t stopped asking about the lightning, they had just gotten sneaker about it.

Maybe they are finally done now that they stopped asking about Emily.

Nope. I wasn’t so lucky. I was a long way from being finished with their head shrinking. They were twisting their questions around to ask the same things as before, only from a different angle. Instead of Emily, they added Kelly and then Clarice.

Wait? Did I do something wrong, like criminally wrong? Why are they interrogating me on how the police do on TV shows?

The more they grilled me, as if they suspected me of a crime, I would stop to think over every question they asked. I made sure the doctors repeated some questions, to be sure what they were asking. Then there were the questions where nearly any answer admitted something.

“Are you going to continue having intercourse with Clarice as you recover from your lightning-induced coma or will you use your own story of why you were in a coma to entice Kelly to give you her virginity,” one of the female shrinks ask.

Looking at her, I asked, “Why are you so sure lightning hit me or that I would have any chance of ever having sex with Clarice or Kelly? Seriously! If I even think about getting a hardon, I’m handed a specimen cup for a semen sample.”

About the time I felt like I had a handle on their questions, they stopped talking about what happened here at the hospital after I woke up. Instead, they turned to my early school years. Those questions they couldn’t trip me up on. Especially not after all of the times, I answered them for other doctors as I grew up.

They have to be crazier than their patients if they are asking questions with these weird twists.

“So after having observed the girl’s excitement after having opened the well-discussed doll costume,” a doctor started asking. “What was your expected form of gratitude you expected from the young girl?”

The other shrinks liked this question!

I started getting asked, “If she were to kiss you, would that have satisfied your desire of her personally acknowledging you as the one who brought her such a rare gift?”

“How would you respond if she invited you to play doctor with her? Would you have accepted? What about her requesting permission to play with your penis or give you oral sex,” another asked.

“If you had a private location were available, and she was physically able to permit penetration, would intercourse be a sufficient method of expressing her gratitude,” a woman doctor wanted to know. “Would one period of intercourse suffice, or would she need to continue having intercourse with you, much like a form of a payment plan, until she was no longer hung up on the rare clothing for her doll?”

“Consider each of the times she displayed the doll wearing the gifted doll garments in your presence. Did you share her happiness or feel that she should acknowledge you gave her the gift? Would she need her to compensate you in some form to give you equivalent happiness to that she had displayed,” another asked.

My head is starting to hurt.

If those were not weird enough, one doctor even asked, “Should said girl chose sexual pleasure as her way of showing her thanks and then continued such sexual pleasurable activities long past her fascination with the particular doll, do you feel you would consider pursuing a romantic relationship when you were already having full access to her body? Having your milk for free without purchasing the bovine, if you will.”

“What about subsequent parties for different girls. Would you feel satisfied with their verbal expression of gratitude? Would you make it known that any girl who wanted to get the best gifts needed to ramp their thanks up a bit? Maybe a hug, kiss, oral sex, anal sex, or even possibly intercourse?”

“Would the ways girls showed their appreciation for the top-shelf gifts you bring affect your choice of whose party you would attend? What about requesting pre-party samples of the favors they are offering for you to accept their invitation and influence your mother’s purchasing of their gift?”

Now those were so far out there that I didn’t expect them to start mixing in more questions about the day I got struck by lightning or why I was in the hospital. What about Kelly, Clarice, and then even then the candy striper.

I drew the line at the candy striper and told them, “Leave her out of this. I don’t know what kind of witch hunt you have going on here, but she risked getting fired, or worse, by helping me pee that day. I wasn’t about to have a catheter put back in or keep wearing diapers. I know there was no way I could hold it until she could go get a nurse since the call button wasn’t working.”

I’m pretty sure they have no clue I had sex with the candy striper or the other girl that came in to help the day Kelly wasn’t there.

I never expected them to ask me questions about how I felt when I saw different girls showing their growing boobs or between their legs when they weren’t wearing panties. What about when the girls were right next to me discussing how they felt when they rub their clits. The doctors wanted to know if I jerked off after seeing the girls pull down their panties to rub their slits in front of me. Did I get a boner from watching?

Where in the heck did this they come up with this question? Girls without panties? I never heard any of them say they did that.

I stopped them to ask, “What crazy mumbo jumbo mind game are you playing now? Sure I looked down the shirts of girls and women, but they always have bras, unless they were still flat-chested. So what if I heard the girls telling each other secrets, they aren’t all that careful about where they were telling them to their friends. If they were flashing me, I’m sure I would have remembered that. Do girls even go commando? Isn’t that against some girl code somewhere? You know, the one that has ten-year-old, flat-chested girls wearing bras because all the other ten-year-old girls in school wear them? Why are you even asking if that gave me a boner? I’m a teenaged boy. I get a boner for no reason at all. How is it even any of your business if I did get lucky enough to see girls do any of the stuff you are asking me? Like I would rat them out to other kids, much less any adults. You all sound exactly like the perverts my school told us preyed on kids. Do all of you go trolling the Internet pretending to be young girls or boys to get yourselves off? What about the stuff you kid patients tell you? You kick back in your office between patients to get your rocks off listening to the recordings and vids you made of them during their session?”

That was way louder than I wanted. Are those two shocked, or just playing?

That was probably a mistake. It had the shrinks start asking me why I felt that way.

No way can you think that trying to get me to say something the same way my mom does it going to work for you! I can play that game.

I started questioning them right back.

One prissy looking female doctor asked me to tell about me doing sex to Clarice and how it compared to doing sex to Emily.

Bitch. It is none of her business.

Seeing that she had a massive diamond wedding ring on, I asked her, “Doctor, how does your husband compare all the rich high school boys you banged in middle school in exchange for all of the expensive things you wanted? Does he give you climaxes as strong as the boys in college? How about all of the residents you sleep with during your on-call rotations at the hospital?”

“David,” the doctor said, loudly. “My sexual history is none of your business. I won’t tolerate you asking me questions of this nature! I’m here to evaluate your state of mind.”

Tag, you’re it! I got you, bitch!

“Since you just admitted to both, which were better? Did you like how the younger boys were ready almost as soon as they got off? Do you find the resident’s larger penises offset the longer wait for them to get hard again? Have you always made your lovers, well except for your husband I assume, pleasure you orally as a penalty for getting off before you?” I asked her back.

Might as well rip into the rest of them while you have her mouth working like a fish out of water.

I looked from one to the next I asked, a bit angrily, “I know each of you read over my medical and psychological records. Have I ever shown any signs that I’m a sex freak? Did something happen to my head when I was in a coma that gave me amnesia? Here you are asked if I expected the girl who got the doll clothes to blow me or fuck me. What kind of sick people are you? I was five, and girls used to chase boys around on the playground trying to kiss us. The idea of her kissing me was worse than gross. At parties before that one, I was happy if the kid looked at me and smiled to let me know they had some idea that the present was from me. I only found out what my penis was for when a girl at school was telling her friends what she saw her sister and boyfriend doing just minutes before their parents walked in on them. The girl got the birds and bees talk from her mom. That wasn’t much help since all the girl saw was his penis going between her sister’s legs.”

No way in heck they are going to get anything out of me about what I learned from my cousins.

My outburst only seemed to make one doctor very careful in what she tried to ask next. When they tried to get back to asking about sex stuff with girls at school, I would ask them to tell me about what they did in school at my age. Some would say they had no idea sex even existed and others would say it wasn’t any of my business, but then they would go back to asking me the same sorts of questions. Finally, I just started refusing to answer any more questions until the doctor responded to what they asked first, in full graphic detail. I even asked the one doctor to tell me if the first boy she had screwed had pubic hairs when they did it.

When they appeared to give up on the sex with kids in school questions, I was back to being asked about why I was in the hospital this time, my past hospital stays, did I think I was a super-hero and a lot of crazy stuff like that. Then I got a question that I was about to refuse to answer, but it seemed like an honest, well thought out question and was about the future, not past.

“David,” a male doctor who hadn’t asked me a single question, asked, “Hypothetically, if you found yourself in the presence of female peers who expressed the desire to gain sexual knowledge from spending intimate time with you, what would they be able to expect from the encounter? Since this is purely hypothetical, please restrict my question using the following parameters. First, assume that you will have complete, uninterrupted privacy when spending time with female peers. You will need not worry about anyone, including parents, walking in on you. Second, should a private place be unavailable, the female’s parents would grant you free reign, without admonishment, to freely explore your sexual curiosities with their daughter so long as such activities are fully consensual between both parties. Lastly, for the scope of my singular inquiry, you needn’t have concerns about pregnancy, sexually transmitted diseases, or periods of sexual exploration where a female is menstruating.”

Wow! The only time one of them asked me a question that wasn’t a trick question.

I did ask for clarification, “I’m not sure of all the ways you said things or all of the big words, so can I make sure that I’m clear on the question? You want to know what I would do if I were in some fantasy land with girls, and, uh, maybe boys, wanting to do everything from just making out to going all the way? We could do it all we wanted without getting busted, them getting pregnant, or me getting some sex disease? I would have full permission from their parents?”

“Significantly more simplistic than I intended, but that is the basic premise of my question,” he told me.

I considered the question a lot of different ways, looked for trick parts that would tell them something I didn’t want and then even ran through a couple of possible fantasies.

“I don’t think I’m gay or want to do anything with other boys,” I prefaced as I watched the faces of all of the doctors, noting the ones that jotted things down. “I already told you that I jerk off to fantasies about girls, naked pictures of women, and sex videos on the Internet, but you are only asking about girls my age. In that case, sure, I would accept the girl, or group of girl’s invitations to explore sex stuff with them all they wanted. I may even be a bit curious about watching another boy do it with one of the girls to see they do something different from the porn I’ve watched.”

A few of them spent the next hour asking me all about what I wanted to do to other boys, did I want to see their dicks, play with them, suck them and all sorts of other stuff.

Well, I might want to see if their dick was as big as mine when they had a hardon and did theirs look different, but does that make me gay? I better not ask them about that, though, or I will never get out of here.

It was after two in the afternoon when they finally gave up trying to trick me into telling them anything I might have done with different girls. When I told them I needed to use the bathroom again, they said that was all for today, but they may have more questions during a session tomorrow. It made me wonder just how many more things they could find to ask me.

When I got back to my room, I found that another girl from school, Mary, was sitting in one of the chairs watching cartoons. She gave me a huge smile when she saw me as the orderly helped me up into my bed. Once the orderly left, she came over to the side of the bed to talk.

“Hey,” she said just as shyly when she greeted everyone. “My stupid brother decided that he was just as good on his bike as those X-Games guys. Can you believe he thought his K-Mart clearance-sale dirt bike could ride across the top of the wall and then jump it down to the road below? He can’t even ride it on the curb without falling over. I’m pretty sure that the pros don’t pick torn up walls with missing bricks. Mom couldn’t get out of some big meeting today, so I have been sitting in his room with him all morning. I didn’t want to see that he has pubes now, you know? Anyway, the doctor told mom it would be a couple more hours at a minimum before they could decide what they were going to have to do to patch him up so we could take him home. Kelly texted me that you finally woke up and my mom said it was ok if I wanted to see if you wanted a visitor to help pass the time. A nurse said you were at an appointment, but I could hang here to watch some TV until you came back or I got tired of waiting.”

As I sat up in bed, I said, “I would love to have you stay and visit! I just spent most of the day in a room full of psycho doctors trying to see if I was crazy, a pervert, or something even worse. Maybe the nurses can call down to see if they want to talk to your brother. He most definitely sounds pretty crazy.”

When she laughed, I felt like I was seeing her for the very first time.

Sure, Mary has sat next to me in every class we shared since fourth grade. I noticed when she got small, hard bumps pushing out her shirts, stopped wearing the little girl plastic bead bracelets and cheap bracelets from the candy machines at the grocery store. Still, I never really “saw” her. Sometime last spring she had stopped pulling her long auburn hair into pigtails or using headbands to keep it out of her face. Now she had it in long curly ringlets that made her look a lot cuter. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t remember if she went through a phase where she caked on make-up like the other girls. Today all I could see was that she used some to cover up some zits on her forehead. At least the one thing that had always stood out about her was still the same as I remembered, her blue eyes. There they were with the deeper blues floating around in a pale baby blue.

Wow! She finally got to get braces. When she gets them off, she is going to be a boy magnet.

Of all of her changes, the biggest was her wearing some very stylish dress. It was at least two inches above her knee and fit around her like a glove. Her smile got a lot bigger when she saw me checking her out. Stepping back from the bed, she did a slow twirl around to show it off. It was so tight I wasn’t sure if she was wearing any panties or even a bra. It wasn’t that her boobs were big enough to need a bra all of the time, but still. I was surprised she wasn’t blushing when she looked back up at me.

Has she always been able to read my mind, or did it happen because of my accident?

Turning her back to me, she unzipped the back of the dress all the way and let it fall forward so that I could see her bare back before zipping it back up again. Once it was zipped up, she turned and pulled up the bottom of her dress above her hips.

Oh, that is so cruel! When did girls start wearing skin-tight, no hem shorts like those?

“You wish David,” she said lightly punching me in the arm and giving me a huge smile. “Just because you thought you were the invisible boy, doesn’t mean I couldn’t see you sneaking peeks at my chest and between my legs for years. If you didn’t take a good look when I removed my panties to show you, then you lost your chance, David. I’m never going to be hot as most of the other girls, but I know now how to show off what I have. I don’t have to give boys peeks to get their attention anymore.”

I teased her back saying, “You never had any problems with boys noticing you before, not with you tripping over your always untied shoes, untamed hair and blinding, mismatched neon clothes.”

She did blush now.

“So you like what you see now,” she asked, pushing into the bedrail to try to look into my eyes.

Mary was one of those girls that always made me feel that her eyes were boring into me to make sure I wasn’t lying to her. When she didn’t ask about my goggles, I knew she knew about my light sensitivity. Still, I felt a sort of closeness with her, so I asked her to go turn down all of the lights so that there was just enough for her to see into my eyes, without my goggles, but not enough to make my eyes hurt. While she did that, I turned on the place in my head to make sure it was green before turning it off again.

Gently using my hands to turn her face toward mine, taking off my goggles, and looking into her eyes, I told her, “You look amazing. I couldn’t believe you are wearing that dress without one of your brightly colored bras and granny panties. You already knew I expected to see you bare underneath it since it will show panties if you are wearing them. I’m thrilled to see you finally got braces.”

“You so have no idea how much I had to beg my get mom to let me buy a whole different style for school this year. It turns, out that she was super into it. I was so embarrassed when she brought this dress in for me to try on. It looked horrid when I tried it on with a bra and panties. At least with tiny boobs, I could get by without a bra, but no way was I going commando. I did it a lot for you last year to see if you would notice I finally grew some hairs down there. Unfortunately the thought it would get you hard had me so wet I was leaving wet spots. Mom got me some thongs, but they made me hornier than going commando. When I went back to the store to take the dress back, the lady there said the dress was great for my body shape. I just had to wear boy shorts,” Mary explained. “I can’t believe I had never even noticed them before. She had me try on a dozen different designs until we found the right one that didn’t show at all with this dress. The tops are on my hips, but the dress design makes them disappear. Plus they have this super wicking capability that keeps me from leaving wet spots when I am very turned on.”

When she stopped talking, I noticed she was still looking into my eyes. Without any warning, she leaned in, pulled my head towards her, and planted a big kiss right on my lips. She moved back to look at my face quickly before she pulled my face to hers again to start kissing all over my lips. After a dozen or so kisses, she opened her mouth and rubbed her tongue over my lips.

I don’t think I will ever understand girls, but I do know what she wants to French-kiss me right now. I can do that.

“David, I’m so glad you didn’t die on me. I know you will hear lots of girls saying that, but you know I mean it. Ever since fourth grade, I wanted you to be the boy who gave me my first real kiss. All last year I kept making sure you could see everything if you wanted, but you never really looked. I even went so far as to make sure I looked all clumsy and frumpy so no guys, or even girls, would think of me as a possible girlfriend. Your stupid attempt to discover electricity the same way as Ben Franklin made me realized you could never wake up and I had lost my chance. I came by a lot over the summer trying to get you to wake up, but you never did. Finally, it hit me that I wasn’t going to get that kiss from you. Mom almost fell out of her chair when I came home from visiting you to ask her to take me to the beauty salon to help me pick out a new hairstyle,” Mary said before we were back to French kissing until she had to stop to get her breath back.

“Please put these back on David,” she told me as she handed me my goggles. “If I stare into your eyes any longer the lust I have for you will kill me. Something more happened to them than just becoming very light sensitive. Before, they were just, well your eyes. Now you have these flecks in them that keep changing color. If I didn’t know better, I would say they were somehow making me feel exactly how you feel for me deep down in your heart.”

I put my goggles back on, and just as she was going to kiss me again, a nurse came in to tell Mary that she needed to leave the room for a bit. I had to provide her a specimen and Mary could not be back in my room until I finished. Mary said it was ok because she wanted to check on what was going on with her brother anyway. She would come back up in a little while if her mom let her.

“Sorry David, but since you are now able to provide the semen sample yourself, it looks like you are stuck taking things into your own hands now,” the nurse said with a chuckle.

I saw that Mary looked shocked at what the nurse said about the sample I had to give and then blushed as she hurried from the room.

The nurse mightn’t have known it, but all the kissing had given me wood. It felt like it was already leaking out a lot of pre-cum. When I heard the nurse closed the door, I quickly turned on the place in my head to check it was green. Like I had done before, I pulled energy down from my prostate to let the other nut give the live sperm.

Why did that take so long to make it work?

I barely even touched my dick, and they had their sample. It on the side table, my dick tucked back away, and I was fixing the covers when Mary slipped into the room quietly.

“I heard the nurse. I know how boys do it, but I wanted to see if you would let me watch,” she whispered out quickly. “I will let you look at my boy shorts panties if it helps you do it faster.”

I pulled her into a long French kiss before I pointed at the specimen container and said, “Us making out had me ready to cum almost as soon as I got started. I don’t think I even lasted half a minute.”

“Can I look at it then,” she asked, quietly as she looked at the floor.

I thought she meant my dick and when I started moving to pull off the covers, she reached for the specimen tube. Her dress may have a bra builtin, but it did nothing to hide the two hard nipples from pushing through it as she looked closely at my semen in the specimen cup. Mary wasn’t just looking at it to see what boy cum looked like either. She appeared to be analyzing how it slid around inside and would split into different white blobs. When Mary heard the nurse just outside the room, Mary panicked. She barely managed to hide in one of the closets by my bed.

The nurse just came in, took my pulse, blood pressure, heart rate, listened to my heart, and then took my temperature with the electronic thermometer. Once she wrote all that down, she took two tubes of blood and then put them with my semen sample on her cart. Pulling back my covers, she quickly stripped me of my pajamas before using a measuring tape to measure me from head to toe, except for my dick. It seemed weird that she took lots of measurements of my balls, but none of my hard dick. I was helped to put my pajamas back on before she left. When I looked over at the closet, I saw it Mary peeking out through a small crack between the door and frame.

Once she was sure the nurse was long gone, she came back over beside my bed. She leaned into French kiss me for the longest time yet before stopping to figure out how to work the bedrail. When I said it was ok for her to sit at the foot of the bed to make it easier to talk, she was quickly there facing me sitting Indian Style.

Seeing she looked nervous now, I joked, “You got to see all of me naked, so it is only fair I see all of you naked too.”

She did know I was joking.

When she got on her knees and reached under her dress to grab the sides of her boy shorts panties, I quickly put my hands on her arms to tell her to stop.

“I was just joking Mary,” I said with a big smile as I looked into her eyes. “Not that I don’t want to look for real, a hospital room isn’t the place for you to do something like that. Anyone can walk in and catch us.”

She looked a bit embarrassed as she pulled her boy shorts back into place. Just as if I had known it was going to happen, her mom knocked on the door, and she walked right in without waiting. I saw her glance quickly at where Mary was sitting at the foot of my bed before she came over beside the bed.

“Mary, your brother needs surgery to put pins in both of his legs and get casts on his arms. I’m going to stay overnight in the hospital, so we need to go home now so I can pack a bag. I will give you a minute to say goodbye to David, but then we have to go,” her mom said before leaving the room.

I got a few seconds long French kiss from Mary, and then she said, “That is twice you missed your chance to look at what I’ve always wanted you to see.”

She hurried off the bed and was about to the door when she stopped, reached under her dress and mooned me before quickly fixing her panties. I heard her as she giggled on her way out of the room. I never thought much about looking at anyone’s butt before. Mary’s butt looked great to me, though. I sat there for a few minutes, wondering if it would feel as smooth, firm, and soft as it looked.

That gave me a boner.

Might as well jack off again. As hard as I am, I bet I will cum fast.

Before I could take matters into my own hands, Clarice came into my room with an orderly following closely behind her.

“David,” she said as she pulled down the side rail and pulled back my covers. “We are going to be having more fun today in Physical Therapy than should be permitted. It seems we have both graduated to playing bouncy ball with some other patients to evaluate our coordination, balance, and all manners of other things to fill out cells in their spreadsheets.”