Mom's Boyfriend: Sex Researcher

The alarm sliced into Tyler's sleep like a knife through his gut. He flung the sheets off and the chill morning air rushed in to gnaw at his bare skin. Wearing only a snug pair of boxer briefs, the cool draft cancelled out any residual warmth from his bed.

The 18-year-old possessed an effortless beauty and an envious body, taut, smooth, and slender. However, through years of ruthless teasing, targeting his short, skinny stature, he learned shame that robbed him of his worth. Only in the privacy of his own bedroom was Tyler comfortable stripped down to his underpants.

From behind his long, dark hair, Tyler blinked away sleep, acclimating to the bright daylight and aggressive air conditioning. Brushing aside the messy strands, he rubbed his eyes as he yawned. The slim form stretched out, and his bare arms, chest, flat stomach, and long legs all flexed in unison. He smacked his phone, silencing the alarm, then slumped back into the comfort of his sheets.

The brightly-colored banding of his boxer briefs defined the curved mound of Tyler's morning erection. Contrary to the young man's slight build, the full pouch of his underwear proved a considerable offering. His hand wandered to his stiff bone, gripping it through the stretched stripes. Alas, he didn't have time to jerk off this morning.

With graduation just behind him and his summer job before college just ahead, Tyler ought to be savoring this brief moment. He should be sleeping in. He raked his hair across his face, vainly attempting to hide himself from the world. To go unnoticed would be his greatest fantasy. But he had a responsibility he could not escape. The sulking teen dreaded the task that awaited him.

"Tyler, get up, NOW!" Tyler's mother bellowed up the stairs.

He sighed. His mother recently fired up a relationship with this doctor, Bill. He worked at some research facility. Tyler got along with him well enough, but he hated his mom's obsession with the man. A few days back, Bill approached the woman with a request. He was running a medical trial involving some experimental examination procedures. The trial focused on guys aged 18 and 19, and he spoke of his need for more subjects.

Of course, the obliging Ms. Henderson fell over herself to volunteer Tyler for this trial. Desperately wanting to impress her doctor boyfriend, she gleefully offered her own son as sacrifice. Tyler had no say in the matter. Even at the age of eighteen, he was still dependent on his mother. He capitulated to her every demand, accepting his role as a mere pawn in her love games.

Finally, the horrid morning had arrived. On a Saturday, no less. The boy lay in bed, hoping it would all go away and he'd be left alone to take care of the unfinished business in his underpants.

"I'm not going to ask you again!" his mother shouted, eager to drive her son to the facility and hand him over to her mad-scientist boyfriend.

Tyler dragged himself to his feet and down the hall to the bathroom. A dire day lay ahead of him, and his morning boner shrank away with every step. He showered, returned to his room, and pulled on his clothes. On his way out, he glanced at himself in the mirror. In his cartoon T-shirt and jean shorts, with his hair brushed and parted, Tyler saw a skinny loser who let other people boss him around. Resigned to his fate, he huffed down the stairs. After a quick breakfast, they were off.

They drove a while, eventually arriving at an unassuming office park. With butterflies in his stomach, Tyler took in the four-story building his mother steered towards. The monolithic, windowless structure emanated a foreboding aura. Once trapped inside its walls, would Tyler ever see the light of day again?

"Behave yourself. Be polite," Tyler's mother warned as they exited the car and walked to the building. "Do whatever Bill tells you and don't complain.Don'tembarrass me!" She picked at her son's hair, dissatisfied with the disaffected teenager's presentation. "I wish you'd get a haircut."

"Yes, mother," Tyler groaned sarcastically, brushing the fussy woman away and letting his hair fall over his eyes. They had reached the front door and Tyler pulled it open, stepping inside.

"I swear, if you give Bill any trouble--"

"Why, hello," said a handsome, smiling man, interrupting Ms. Henderson's diatribe. Bill, her boyfriend, leaned in for a kiss. "I'm sure Tyler won't be any trouble at all. Right, buddy?" He turned toward the teenager, his soon-to-be test subject.

Tyler managed a smile.

"Alright, sweetie," Bill said to the woman. "I'll see you this evening. Don't worry. Your son is in good hands."

"I have no doubt," she said fawningly.

After Tyler's mom left, Bill guided the 18-year-old down long corridors. Early in their travels, they passed scant few people. Each new stranger cordially greeted Bill and smiled in Tyler's direction. But, working their way deeper, the building showed fewer signs of life. The eerie, lonely dungeon riled Tyler's anxieties.

In such a baleful setting, some comfort of familiarity resided with the tall, broad-shouldered man leading the way. Tyler spent plenty of time with Bill at this point, and he found the man pleasant enough. He was certainly an attractive guy. However, their previous meetings usually included his mother; otherwise they met in fully public spaces. This first time totally alone with Bill brought an awkwardness for introverted Tyler.

They traversed farther into the hostile environment, through twisting corridors and up elevators. The man's amiable countenance contrasted too greatly with the pervading uncanniness of the stark, empty passageways. The genial scientist became a sinister guide, directing Tyler toward frightful unknowns. What did Bill really have planned for him? Escape lay at the other end of this impossible, impassable labyrinth. The front door could be on another planet for all the good it would do Tyler.

At length, Bill stopped at an unmarked door, produced a key, and opened it up. In the center of the very plain room stood a waist-high examination table with a padded top. At the edge of the table, a metal tray held some small equipment and a digital camera. Simple metal chairs lined one side of the room.

Three walls were bare, except for a series of black, shiny circles, a few inches wide, embedded at even intervals. Additionally, the wall opposite from their entry had a large mirror. Tyler noted the reflection, where tall, handsome Bill towered over his more delicate frame.

"This is where your exam will take place," Bill said, busying himself with his phone. "I'll get you checked in and then we'll start."

"Thanks, Bill," Tyler said. He could kick himself for saying thanks, but he didn't know what else to do as he waited nervously.

"Eh, yes, about that. Please call me Dr. Hertz during our session. I don't want our personal relationship to get in the way here. I'd like to keep a level of professional distance while we're working together today. Is that okay?"

"Sure," Tyler murmured, irked by the disparity between them. He was clearly subordinate in this situation, but being made to call this man "Dr. Hertz" rubbed salt in the wound. They had become familiar with each other. They had shared meals. Tyler had been to his home. Bill had tried to ingratiate himself with Tyler, fostering a sense of camaraderie between them. And he succeeded, as Tyler really didn't dislike the man at all. This formal name request humbled the teenager. There was no doubt; they were not equals in this building.

"Okay, great," Dr Hertz said, smiling, tucking his phone away and looking at Tyler. "Now, we need you to get undressed." He stood still, staring at his subject.

This was supposed to be some kind of examination, but the true nature of Dr. Hertz' research eluded Tyler. The doctor would be part of his life as long as the teen lived with his mother. Stripping off under the watchful eye of this man, who would be attending many dinners and other mundane family meetings in the future, added to the collection of distressing humiliations.

Very shy with the doctor watching so closely, Tyler hesitantly started by pulling off his T-shirt, then unzipping his fly and pushing his shorts down his slender legs. Foolishly, he had forgotten to remove his shoes first. He bent over, fumbling his footwear off, then his shorts. He straightening himself, with only his underwear and white socks remaining. The bright blue, very short trunks clung tightly at his hips, cupped his package, and hugged the twin globes of his butt. Tyler hadn't anticipated he'd be taking his clothes off, and now his choice of underwear left him feeling very exposed to Dr. Hertz's unblinking gaze.

"Very nice, Tyler," the doctor said, placing his hands on Tyler's chest. This first skin-to-skin contact sent a shiver through the young man. He wasn't accustomed to being touched, and certainly not on areas usually covered by clothes. With a bright blush coloring his upper body, he braced himself, keen to be done with this uncomfortable chore.

"Oh, I should let you know," he said as he spread his fingers across the lightly defined lines of Tyler's chest, "We'll be filming these sessions to further analyze the data we collect from you." He gesturing to the mysterious black eyes on the walls, and some on the ceiling that Tyler hadn't noticed. It was bad enough being in his underwear in front of Dr. Hertz, but there were also cameras? How many strangers were going to see him like this?

"I hope that's okay, Tyler," the doc followed up.

"Emmm, yeah, I guess." A little late to ask that now. He really didn't feel happy about it, but he remembered his mother's stern warning.

"Wonderful," Doc said, retuning his hands to Tyler. "You have a nice chest." He rubbed his thumbs over the boy's perky nipples. Tyler's body twitched at the unexpected stimulation. The man's big, warm hands moved lower, onto his abdomen. "Flat stomach. Good. Do you work out?"

"N-no," Tyler stammered in disbelief. He looked down at himself, at the doctor's hands on his lankiness. What kind of question as that? He was obviously a scrawny kid.

"Don't sell yourself short," Dr. Hertz said, sensing Tyler's reticence. "You're a very handsome young man."

Tyler's heart beat faster under Dr. Hertz's scrutiny. First being touched, and now complimented. On his best days, Tyler tried to go unnoticed. The affirmative attention focused solely on his unclothed self vexed the anxious teenager.

Doc picked up a measuring tape from the tray and extended it along Tyler's body at seemingly random places. From shoulder to shoulder, collarbone to navel, left nipple to right hip, the man stretched the tape, generously touching smooth skin as he went. He measured around the lad's hips and from his chin all the way down to his groin. Both hands nuzzled right up to Tyler's pouch, and rosy cheeks deepened. Looking straight ahead, Tyler fought to stay calm as the doc boldly measured the curve of his mounded underwear in great detail. Before the doctor finished with this area, every centimeter of Tyler's dick and balls had been brushed upon by wandering fingers.

Dr. Hertz's examination shifted away from his subject's growing bulge, but Tyler's relief evaporated when the man moved around back. His large hands covered his perfect arc of the boy's buns. Fingers closed in a strong squeeze around the boy's ass, followed by an approving noise from Dr. Hertz, who tapped the results into his phone. Tyler bristled at the indignity. Another full-handed grip on each butt cheek followed, and then the doc dropped into a squat to examine the teen's legs.

His hands roved openly along the slender limbs, alternating with the measuring tape, down his calves, and back up to his thighs, then back around front. It was almost like getting a massage. But Tyler's concern grew as he glanced down at himself. His tight little shorts had filled up with his teen bone, seriously expanded in the front.

Without remark, the doctor took Tyler's hips and swiveled him around and brought the tape to Tyler's trunks. The contours of the figure-hugging undies boasted of his substantial anatomy. Tyler offered a good length of stiff cock for the doc to measure. He felt Dr. Hertz cross the full stretch of his boner. His balls were studied, both with the measuring tape and with hands. Then, the tip of Tyler's tool received special attention. The doctor's fingertips traced along the outline of the discernible ridge. After each new thorough touch and tease, the doctor tapped the stats into his phone.

Fuck, Tyler cursed to himself. He was dying inside. The doctor excelled at getting his teen subject nice and hard. He swelled up more as Doc's fingers caressed his glans, his cock extending off to one side, with the helmet bulging and wet.

At last, Dr. Hertz stood up and stepped back. Tyler allowed himself to relax just a bit. He had every inch of his body measured now, including a comprehensive review of some very private parts. The worst must be over, surely.

"Excellent," the doc mumbled as he entered a few additional notes before looked up at Tyler. "Please remove your underwear."

The outlandish request spoken in such plain language sent any icy chill through the boy's chest. Reluctant to relinquish the last of his dignity, especially considering his current state, Tyler faltered. He brought his hands to his waistband with a slowness born of trepidation. Pulling at the elastic band, he peeled his trunks down. A splendid set of dick and balls sprung out into open space. His face burning hot, he pushed his underwear all the way to his ankles and stepped out of them. Except for his socks, he was now naked.

Daring to shoot a glance at the mirror, Tyler saw his profile and tall Dr. Hertz watching him closely. His narrow silhouette formed a straight vertical line, from which projected, in a perpendicular fashion, his teen cock. Almost fully erect, his long, stiff pole sprouted from an unkempt bush of dark pubic hair. His balls hung beneath in their snug pouch.

The doctor peered freely at Tyler's arousal.The cameras!he remembered. He displayed his disgrace for the myriad recording devices around the room. With his engorged genitals revealed for public review, dismay overwhelmed the attention-averse teenager. Tyler's sizable cock rivaled any in his cohort, but his poor self-image prevented him from acknowledging that fact. What should have been a source of pride was instead the vector of shame.

But Dr. Hertz certainly saw Tyler's prodigious size. The man surveyed the naked form with great interest, observing the contrast between Tyler's slim figure and his ample boner. The nervous young man stood meekly, avoiding eye contact with Dr. Hertz. A fierce battle raged within, as Tyler's instincts told him to cover himself; but such an action might only draw more notice to his situation; as if his stiff cock wasn't already a blazing beacon! Trapped, unsure how to navigate this inconvenient circumstance, he kept his arms rigidly at his sides, fists balled tight. He left his big teen cock and nutsack open to the doctor's critical visual inspection.

"Let me tell you a little about the nature of this study." Dr. Hertz approached, placing a hand on Tyler's shoulder. "A few of us here at the Institute are interested in the nature of teenagers' sexual development." His hand moved down to Tyler's chest. "We're gathering 18- and 19-year-old subjects with the intent to investigate their bodies, query their preferences, and test their limits, physically and psychologically." His touch now glided down Tyler's slender flank.

"So this is a...sexstudy?" Tyler eked out through his constricting throat.

Dr. Hertz chuckled as if Tyler's summary were overly-simplistic. "Yes, I suppose you could call it that." His hand rested at the boy's hip. "I'm sorry. I know this is a sensitive subject for people your age. You're still getting used to your growing body and you may have insecurities. I assure you, Tyler, I hold no personal judgment over anything that happens here today, or how your body reacts to my stimuli."

The man brazenly brushed along Tyler's balls and stiffening cock. The teen's chest heaved with quick, deep breaths. Conflicting embarrassment and exhilaration melded inside him, creating a new, powerful fervor. He barely heard the man's words as he plummeted into the depths of Dr. Hertz's manipulations.

"As a matter of fact, I think we're both going to rather enjoy our time together. But I don't want you to feel at a disadvantage, so I'm going to undress as well."

Dr. Hertz pulled back from the teenager's swollen sex organ. Tyler watched, dumbstruck, as his tormentor loosened his tie and unbuckled his belt.

The boy still wrestled with the new information about this examination session; his cock dearly grieved the absence of the man's touch; and now Dr. Hertz proceeded to strip himself right in front of the boy. He shucked down his slacks and pulled them off his feet. He unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off. Lastly, he lifted his undershirt over his head. Tyler's attention was glued to the doctor; tall, strapping, with a dusting of grayish hair, he presented an attractive sight in his tight briefs. Dr. Hertz walked over to a nearby chair and neatly placed his clothes on the seat.

As the fit man returned, a thick thing, lengthy and ominous, distended his underwear. A burgeoning urge germinated within Tyler, his eyes boring into the shapes and curves of the man's pouch.

"I want this to be a comfortable experience for you, so if you should feel the urge, please examine my body as I examine yours."

Tyler tore himself away from the bulging basket to look at the rest of Dr. Hertz's body. The doctor maintained an excellent physique. His muscular chest was broad and scattered with salt-and-pepper hair. His abdomen housed a nicely defined six pack. His biceps and thighs looked powerful.

Perspiration beaded at Tyler's forehead as he drank in the sight of the very attractive, nearly-naked man. He looked farther up, at the doctor's handsome face and saw him smiling; the doc was watching Tyler gawking. Flustered, Tyler averted his gaze.

The older man fell into a squat and gripped the boy's thighs. He moved upwards past his protruding dick. He rubbed the teen's trim midsection and chest and slipped his hands down again to the boy's groin. Tyler's fairly smooth body showed only a light scattering of hair on places like his forearms and shins, except where a thick bush of dark pubic hair grew around the base of his cock. The doctor combed his fingers through the forest of curls, circling around the root of Tyler's cock. The other hand palmed his fuzzy balls.

This bare skin contact exhilarated Tyler. His face reddened, abashed at the doctor's rubbing and groping. The excited teen dick stood straighter, at a higher angle. Despite his simmering misgivings, Tyler's reacted positively.

The first hand moved away from the bush and fingers dragged along Tyler's tumescent tool. With each second, Tyler grew stiffer under the doctor's care. His youthful engorgement rose up toward the ceiling, long and broad. The ridge of the firm, rounded cap flared out fiercely. Every detail of the lust-swollen member was sharply defined. Precum seeped from his slit. Dr. Hertz placed the pad of one finger at that wet spot and circled around the sensitive cock-head. The boy's smaller body jerked, and he moaned involuntarily.

"Very good, Tyler," the doctor said gently as he continued to tease the young man's organ. "These reactions are valuable to my data collection. Please don't hold back."

Holding back was all Tyler wanted, but he didn't have much choice. Under the doctor's skillful handling, Tyler's inexperienced teenage body responded automatically. He grunted and spasmed as the fingers, slick with teen-boy precum, slipped around his inflated knob.