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I had a good c***dhood. Grew up with mum and dad and younger brother outside Stockholm.
A few blocks away lived an uncle and an aunt who had a son, almost six years older than me.
The families spent time together from time to time and us three k**s were tossed together under the guidance of my older cousin.
So I knew him quite well.
We also met in the near-by playgrounds and in the park, playing all sorts of games with all the other k**s in the neighborhood.
Both my parents were working. When I was about 10 or 11 I could not remain in school after lessons any longer.
I had to take care of myself while my brother was still in kindergarten after school hours.
One day, on my way back home from school I met my cousin just outside my house.
"Hi", he said. "Are you alone, want somebody to play with?"
"OK", I said. And we went inside, into my room.
He had been there before but this time he showed a lot more interest in playing with my girlie stuff.
He stayed for a while, I really enjoyed playing with him.
This was repeated a couple of times, about once a week. We played, joked and even wrestled once.
He won.
One day he suggested we should play "doctor".
He was the doctor and I came to see him.
I had a sore throat. He examined me carefully and suggested some medicine.
Then I was the doctor.
He came in, said with a worried look on his face that his willie was swollen.
This really surprised me. It wasn't anything I expected to hear.
Before I could say or do anything he pulled down his trousers and shorts.
His willie sure was swollen. It was pointing straight out at me.
I have never seen anything like it before.
Maybe I had seen my father's limp cock once or twice. My younger brother for sure.
But nothing like this.
I looked in amazement, not knowing what to do. Not ever sure where to look.
But my eyes could not leave his cock.
"Wha-wha ... well ...", I stammered.
"It is so swollen because there is something inside that needs to come out", my cousin said.
"I know that for sure. And you are the doctor, you have to treat me."
"Ehhh .. how?" I asked with a trembling voice.
"Well", he said. "I have to lie down on your bed and you will have to pump it out."
"Like this." He laid on his back on my bed and slowly working his foreskin up and down.
"You have to do like this to cure me", he said.
"I don't know ..." I said hesitantly.
"Well, I told you how to cure your throat, now you will have to cure me."
At this point I did not know if we were still playing or if this was for real.
I decided we were still playing and it was no harm trying to cure him.
I sat down beside him, took a light grip around his cock, started to move my tiny hand up and down the shaft.
It felt weird.
"Hold a little harder, all around it", my cousin groaned. "And you can do it faster."
I did as he said and he started groaning. I stopped. It was tiresome too.
"No, no, go on", he said. "That is just fine. Perfect. Go on. Feels nice."
I continued moving my hand up and down, wanking his rock-hard cock.
This was getting interesting.
I forgot about my arm aching slightly from the new exercise I was praticing.
"Oh yeeess", he sighed. "That's it. You're doing it all right. That's the cure for it."
He breathed heavier and heavier, rotating his hips, pushing upwards.
"Remember ..." he panted "when the white stuff come out ...
you will have to continue pumping my cock ...
all must come ooouut!!!"
He hardly finished saying this when I felt his cock stiffen even more,
then a white fluid shot out from the top of his cock landing on his chest,
followed by another. I kept pumping, as he said I should.
A few more spurts followed, before he held my arm, held it firm.
"Yessss", he sighed. "That's enough, that was perfect."
I had to get get some tissue and we both cleaned up afterwards.
We met in the park a couple of times afterwards,
without mentioning this. We just acted as nothing had happened.
Then about two weeks later I met him outside my house when returning from school.
Later I understood he must have been waiting for me.
"I want to play doctor again", he said bluntly.
"Me being the doctor?" I asked.
"Yes", he said with a big grin.
Without thinking I replied:
"Going to the doctor costs money", I said. "I need 20."
"What!?"
"Yep, 20 is the price for consultation and treatment if necessary."
I was taking advantage of the situation, without thinking about it.
"OK", he said with a sulky voice. "Can we go inside?"
"Money first", I said.
He put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a few coins. Counted them and handed over to me.
"Thanks", I grinned and we walked into the house, up the stairs to my room.
He immidiately stepped out of his trousers and shorts.
His cock was swollen, that's for sure. Pointing straight out.
I ordered him to lay down on the bed, I had grown into the role now.
Told him that something had to come out to ease the swelling and I was to treat him.
This I did, trying a couple of variations in speed this time.
Really playing with him, now that I felt more secure, knowing what to expect.
Soon his cock felt really stiff and I guessed he would shoot his spurts.
I was correct.
First a huge one landing on my pillow, then another, another ...
without thinking I had been counting ... six ... seven ...
maybe eight ... yes eight before he halted my hand.
After this I didn't see him outside my house after school for at least a month.
I had thoughts about it, thinking he may not want to return again.
I had also been asking around a bit trying to find out what was really going on in my room.
I picked up bits and pieces here and there and finally I understood what it was all about.
It felt really cool, doing this.
Now I understood why I felt so comfortable doing it. It was a plain natural thing to do.
Then one day he stood there waiting for me once more.
He smiled and said "Hello doctor!"
No way I could be mistaken about what he was up to.
"Hello", I replied. "20 for a consultation and treatment. Remember?"
"Sure", he replied, handed over the money right away.
We went straight up to my room.
It was the same problem once more, his dick was swollen.
More swollen than ever before, I thought.
I told him to lie down on the bed and I went straight into action.
Pumping up and down, different speeds and sometimes harder, sometimes slower, gently.
My cousin groaned and twisted as he lay there on my bed with his cock hard as a rock.
It was not long before his entire body stiffened and a huge load came spurting high into the air.
This time I wanted to count his spurts and without thinking I quit wanking.
Two ... three ... four, a small spurt now ...
"Go on", begged my cousin with desperation in his voice.
... five, another small one ...
I stroke the cock a few more times ... six ... that was it.
I went for some tissue to clean up, little disappointed he did not spurt more.
He stood there with his backside against me.
"Doctor?"
"Yes", I replied.
"The treatment did not work properly."
"Sure it did, I saw it", I replied.
As he turned around I could see his dick was half erect. This I had never seen before.
"See ..."
"That will go down very soon", I said.
But as I was talking I could clearly see it was not the case.
His dick was getting bigger and bigger.
"Doctor, you have to treat me again", my cousin said and laid down on the bed.
I sat down beside him once more, gripped his dick again.
It felt different. Not as rock-hard as I was used to.
Soon I felt how it stiffened between my fingers. Back to it's familiar shape.
This time I wanked and wanked. It felt like forever.
Finally my cousin erupted in a second orgasm.
This time I wanked him right through all the spurts three ... four ... five ...
None a large as he used to produce ... six ... seven ... Now he was finished.
I kept wanking his cock slowly, gently for a little while.
He looked really wasted now.
After cleaning up the mess he got up on wobbly feet,
bent down and placed one huge kiss right on my mouth.
It was my the first-ever "real" kiss.
"You must be the best doctor in the entire world", he said smiling.
The following day I heard from my parents that my uncle and aunt - and my "patient" - were to move out of town.
My uncle had found a new, better paid job elsewhere.
That was the end of my career as a doctor. I was quite an experience though ...
A few blocks away lived an uncle and an aunt who had a son, almost six years older than me.
The families spent time together from time to time and us three k**s were tossed together under the guidance of my older cousin.
So I knew him quite well.
We also met in the near-by playgrounds and in the park, playing all sorts of games with all the other k**s in the neighborhood.
Both my parents were working. When I was about 10 or 11 I could not remain in school after lessons any longer.
I had to take care of myself while my brother was still in kindergarten after school hours.
One day, on my way back home from school I met my cousin just outside my house.
"Hi", he said. "Are you alone, want somebody to play with?"
"OK", I said. And we went inside, into my room.
He had been there before but this time he showed a lot more interest in playing with my girlie stuff.
He stayed for a while, I really enjoyed playing with him.
This was repeated a couple of times, about once a week. We played, joked and even wrestled once.
He won.
One day he suggested we should play "doctor".
He was the doctor and I came to see him.
I had a sore throat. He examined me carefully and suggested some medicine.
Then I was the doctor.
He came in, said with a worried look on his face that his willie was swollen.
This really surprised me. It wasn't anything I expected to hear.
Before I could say or do anything he pulled down his trousers and shorts.
His willie sure was swollen. It was pointing straight out at me.
I have never seen anything like it before.
Maybe I had seen my father's limp cock once or twice. My younger brother for sure.
But nothing like this.
I looked in amazement, not knowing what to do. Not ever sure where to look.
But my eyes could not leave his cock.
"Wha-wha ... well ...", I stammered.
"It is so swollen because there is something inside that needs to come out", my cousin said.
"I know that for sure. And you are the doctor, you have to treat me."
"Ehhh .. how?" I asked with a trembling voice.
"Well", he said. "I have to lie down on your bed and you will have to pump it out."
"Like this." He laid on his back on my bed and slowly working his foreskin up and down.
"You have to do like this to cure me", he said.
"I don't know ..." I said hesitantly.
"Well, I told you how to cure your throat, now you will have to cure me."
At this point I did not know if we were still playing or if this was for real.
I decided we were still playing and it was no harm trying to cure him.
I sat down beside him, took a light grip around his cock, started to move my tiny hand up and down the shaft.
It felt weird.
"Hold a little harder, all around it", my cousin groaned. "And you can do it faster."
I did as he said and he started groaning. I stopped. It was tiresome too.
"No, no, go on", he said. "That is just fine. Perfect. Go on. Feels nice."
I continued moving my hand up and down, wanking his rock-hard cock.
This was getting interesting.
I forgot about my arm aching slightly from the new exercise I was praticing.
"Oh yeeess", he sighed. "That's it. You're doing it all right. That's the cure for it."
He breathed heavier and heavier, rotating his hips, pushing upwards.
"Remember ..." he panted "when the white stuff come out ...
you will have to continue pumping my cock ...
all must come ooouut!!!"
He hardly finished saying this when I felt his cock stiffen even more,
then a white fluid shot out from the top of his cock landing on his chest,
followed by another. I kept pumping, as he said I should.
A few more spurts followed, before he held my arm, held it firm.
"Yessss", he sighed. "That's enough, that was perfect."
I had to get get some tissue and we both cleaned up afterwards.
We met in the park a couple of times afterwards,
without mentioning this. We just acted as nothing had happened.
Then about two weeks later I met him outside my house when returning from school.
Later I understood he must have been waiting for me.
"I want to play doctor again", he said bluntly.
"Me being the doctor?" I asked.
"Yes", he said with a big grin.
Without thinking I replied:
"Going to the doctor costs money", I said. "I need 20."
"What!?"
"Yep, 20 is the price for consultation and treatment if necessary."
I was taking advantage of the situation, without thinking about it.
"OK", he said with a sulky voice. "Can we go inside?"
"Money first", I said.
He put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a few coins. Counted them and handed over to me.
"Thanks", I grinned and we walked into the house, up the stairs to my room.
He immidiately stepped out of his trousers and shorts.
His cock was swollen, that's for sure. Pointing straight out.
I ordered him to lay down on the bed, I had grown into the role now.
Told him that something had to come out to ease the swelling and I was to treat him.
This I did, trying a couple of variations in speed this time.
Really playing with him, now that I felt more secure, knowing what to expect.
Soon his cock felt really stiff and I guessed he would shoot his spurts.
I was correct.
First a huge one landing on my pillow, then another, another ...
without thinking I had been counting ... six ... seven ...
maybe eight ... yes eight before he halted my hand.
After this I didn't see him outside my house after school for at least a month.
I had thoughts about it, thinking he may not want to return again.
I had also been asking around a bit trying to find out what was really going on in my room.
I picked up bits and pieces here and there and finally I understood what it was all about.
It felt really cool, doing this.
Now I understood why I felt so comfortable doing it. It was a plain natural thing to do.
Then one day he stood there waiting for me once more.
He smiled and said "Hello doctor!"
No way I could be mistaken about what he was up to.
"Hello", I replied. "20 for a consultation and treatment. Remember?"
"Sure", he replied, handed over the money right away.
We went straight up to my room.
It was the same problem once more, his dick was swollen.
More swollen than ever before, I thought.
I told him to lie down on the bed and I went straight into action.
Pumping up and down, different speeds and sometimes harder, sometimes slower, gently.
My cousin groaned and twisted as he lay there on my bed with his cock hard as a rock.
It was not long before his entire body stiffened and a huge load came spurting high into the air.
This time I wanted to count his spurts and without thinking I quit wanking.
Two ... three ... four, a small spurt now ...
"Go on", begged my cousin with desperation in his voice.
... five, another small one ...
I stroke the cock a few more times ... six ... that was it.
I went for some tissue to clean up, little disappointed he did not spurt more.
He stood there with his backside against me.
"Doctor?"
"Yes", I replied.
"The treatment did not work properly."
"Sure it did, I saw it", I replied.
As he turned around I could see his dick was half erect. This I had never seen before.
"See ..."
"That will go down very soon", I said.
But as I was talking I could clearly see it was not the case.
His dick was getting bigger and bigger.
"Doctor, you have to treat me again", my cousin said and laid down on the bed.
I sat down beside him once more, gripped his dick again.
It felt different. Not as rock-hard as I was used to.
Soon I felt how it stiffened between my fingers. Back to it's familiar shape.
This time I wanked and wanked. It felt like forever.
Finally my cousin erupted in a second orgasm.
This time I wanked him right through all the spurts three ... four ... five ...
None a large as he used to produce ... six ... seven ... Now he was finished.
I kept wanking his cock slowly, gently for a little while.
He looked really wasted now.
After cleaning up the mess he got up on wobbly feet,
bent down and placed one huge kiss right on my mouth.
It was my the first-ever "real" kiss.
"You must be the best doctor in the entire world", he said smiling.
The following day I heard from my parents that my uncle and aunt - and my "patient" - were to move out of town.
My uncle had found a new, better paid job elsewhere.
That was the end of my career as a doctor. I was quite an experience though ...
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