Naed Pictures of Your Brother

I was reminded of a similar story I told on a friend at work. When I told this story, I had no idea how a naked photo can shape your life for the better. So, maybe you're wondering what I was telling my staff about one of our own. Real quickly so I can to the reason you clicked on this story.

Jerry was a big but kind of clumsy guy I inherited on my staff. The others would kid him, tease him, and always, I mean always they doubted he'd ever been with a woman.

I was walking past and heard some one say to Jerry and those gathered more of the same. I broke into the conversation. "Oh yeah, Jerry's been with a woman. I know her. She told me a couple days ago that Jerry took her to a fine dining establishment. After that, they went to a jazz club and dance to a couple slow numbers" Now my employees had a look of doubt. Jerry was all in knowing I was lying on his behalf. "So when Jerry took her home to his place, he set up the soft, romantic music, poured two glasses of wine. After turning down the lights, Jerry sat next to her and she snuggled in his arms. Jerry leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Got any naked pictures of your brother?"

That gained me a visit to HR. Thanks for letting me share. Now on with the show.

It was while in my senior year at University. Nearing graduation, my step-sister who attended the same place of higher education working on her doctorate in psychology knocked on my apartment door.

She and her dad joined my mom and me a couple years after my dad split with a 20 something man. "johnnie, my favorite half baby brother."

I hugged Connie happy to see her. "What a wonderful surprise," I smiled.

We kicked back talking about school work, our family and nothing really in particular. "Come on, johnnie. Let's go out and toss back a few drinks."

I hadn't eaten since breakfast so the drinks and the joint she offered had me in a great mood.

We did another joint back at my place and I was sky-high feeling no pain. Connie asked me about girlfriends and I told her I'd been too bust with class work to bother. The truth was and I didn't tell her this, I was never a hit with the female sex.

It was getting late and I excused myself. "Connie, it's been great but I need a shower. My first class is at 9 tomorrow."

"Hey that's cool, john-boy. I'm gonna kick it here for a while if you don't mind."

"Make yourself at home, big sis."

I pulled the rubber band from my ponytail and shook my head to fluff my hair out. Then striping, I showered. If I hoped it would sober me up. I would have been mistaken. That second joint had me buzzing and almost euphoric.

Forgetting that Connie was was still visiting, I wrapped a towel around my head and pranced naked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Since Connie was to my left and the kitchen was on my right, I didn't see her until I turned a pirouette a la ballet style.

"Oh my," I said embarrassed.

"No problem, brother. Here, let me take a picture of you."

"No," I squealed in laughter as she used her phone to click away.

"Come on, sexy. Pose for me. I'd pay a million dollars for an ass like yours, baby brother. That's it, show me your money maker."

Caught up in the moment, I giggled and stuck my bottom out sideways, Then I shook my 4" dick at her in fun.

"Oh yeah, johnnie. That's it. Get that dick hard."

In my right mind I would have never. But I wasn't and I did. I stroked my dick to its full 4 1/2" of erection. "Oh yeah. That's it, johnnie. Tug that little dick."

Well that I wouldn't do. But I gave her one more of my bottom. My back to her phone, I smiled over my shoulder with both hands on each generous buttock then disappeared into my bedroom to grab a robe.

"That was fun," Connie said when I rejoined her.

"Please don't share them with anyone," I begged.

"Um, well, you see, johnnie. It's like this. One of my professors asked me if I had any photos of you. He's really interested in you."

My guts tightened hearing that. "Who? Which one of your professors wants to see me naked?" Inside I was hoping she was kidding but if not, maybe it would be a woman who was interested in me.

"You know Dr. Philbon? Maxwell Philbon? He teaches PSYC 6016 with emphasis on human behavior and development."

"Why would he want pictures of me naked?"

"johnnie," she giggled. "You'll have to ask him. He just gave it to me as an assignment."

I became angry. "Darn it, Connie, you should have asked me?"

"And if I had asked?" she countered.

"Well we won't know now, will we?" I shot back.

It was quiet for a moment. An uncomfortable silence I might add.

"Hey. I'm sorry. I should have asked. I apologize, johnnie," Connie said rising to leave.

"Wait. Tell me about the professor. What kind of person is he?"

"He's a nice man, johnnie. He is very smart. His courses are heavy in the are of human development."

"Um, okay," I said not understanding what naked pictures of me had to do with any of that.

"There's one more thing. Dr. Philbon would like it of you could meet him at the "Mat" bar tomorrow around 6 in the evening."

My head was spinning. The booze, the weed, the naked photos where it looked like I was happy to pose. Now this Dr. Wants to meet me? For what?

I slept fitfully that night wondering what and where those photos were going to end up. I had major regrets letting her take those.

Classes went by, my mind was elsewhere. 4 in the afternoon I went to the campus library looked up this Dr, Philbon. "Hmmm," I read. "36, single, some sort of wonder boy having attended this alma mater when he was only 14. Graduated with a 4.0 at 16 and achieved his doctorate before he was 20."

The picture showed him to be a kind of handsome man without the standard goatee, some of those over-educated assholes seem to love. "Makes em look like porn actors," I amused myself in thought.

I left the library still not sure whether I was going to meet this guy.

My phone buzzed. A text from Connie who I hadn't seen much of before yesterday and is now very much affecting my life. "Meet Dr Philbon, johnnie. What do you have to lose?"

I deleted it without responding.

I dropped my books at my apartment and having decided to go see this guy, I brushed my hair, put the pink rubber band in it. Pink for my solidarity with breast cancer awareness, for all you dirty minded people reading this who may have other ideas.

I put on my bicycle shorts, pulled my bike outside and pedaled over to the "Mat" as we cool people called it. Its actual name is "The Matriculation Bar".

I spotted him right away, sitting at the bar with a Martini, of course. "What a pretentious ass," I thought. "Dr Philbon, I presume," I thought myself being as witty.

"Ah, johnnie. Yes. I am Dr. Philbon. Come. Let's take a table so we can talk by ourselves."

He stood and was so much taller than me. With he hand just above my bottom, he steered me to a table in the corner. Why this clown even pulled out a chair and seated me.

I had to admit, he didn't appear to be the pretentious ass I thought at first. And the photo in the catalogue didn't do justice to him. He was very handsome in a normal sort of way. When he smiled, I saw his perfect white teeth. He had interesting eyes. Sad for a second then not sad. I couldn't put my finger on it.

We sat looking at each other, neither of us offering a word. Finally, he said,"How rude of me. Here, let me get you a drink, johnnie," he said rising. "What will you have?"

"Um, a Cosmo, please."

"Wonderful and I'll have another Martini. Back in a sec."

I turned to see him walk to the bar. He was a large man. Tall, yes. But his build was normal, maybe even on the thin side. He turned to look at me and smiled. I turned away blushing.

When he returned I decided to take matters in my own hands. "Thank you for the drink, Dr. Now can you tell me why I'm here and why you wanted my sister to give you naked pictures of me?"

"I understand you're worried about who may see those candid photos of you. Let me put your mind at ease. No one else will see them, johnnie. You have my word."

It was like a weight had been removed from my shoulders. "I was afraid you'd use them for some class, to be honest."

"Not to worry, my friend. Those will be under lock and key for me to study and enjoy."

I thought the word enjoy was strange but allowed it to pass.

"As you know, my dear johnnie, I specialize in human behavior and development. And thought you make the perfect specimen for my private investigation."

"You're investigating me? I haven't done anything to warrant an investigation, Dr."

He reached over and took my hand. "Oh, johnnie, dear sweet johnnie. You aren't being investigated like that. No, my dear boy. I am curious about those like you who have risen from the ashes of a broken home to not go off on some tangent. You know, "My father never loved me. Mom is a problem. That's what I drink and do drugs". Things like that. Not you, you wonderful boy. You're here attending classes, making good grades. I find you interesting."

"I could be just as interesting in my clothes, Doc."

"Not at all. You wouldn't have been so free, felt so free. It certainly looked as though you were having fun posing. With clothing, it's just becomes a smile. Not the pretty free posing. Your build, I must confess I find very attractive."

"Attractive? I'm short. My shoulders are narrow. My bottom is way too large, my hips too wide, my waist too narrow, and my penis in nearly non existent. Attractive? Not me."

"You think too little of yourself, johnnie I think you have a beautiful body."

I had nothing to say hearing that.

He patted my hand. "I would like you to come by my office tomorrow after 8 PM. I usually have students coming to me until 7:30 PM with questions, problems, and the like. At 8 we can lock the door and explore you more and in private. I want to measure your limbs, you hands, finger, feet and toes. If you're uncomfortable being naked with me, I shall remedy that. I too will remove my clothing if that would make you comfortable."

"Yeah, I don't know Dr Philbon. Let me think on it. What else do you want from me?"

His eyes lite up. "You, johnnie are a very brave and very intelligent boy. I would like a blood sample to send to the lab, Just testing DNA and things. Your DNA isn't somewhere that could get you arrested," he chuckled.

I laughed with him and decided right then that if I could laugh with him, I like him.

"Wonderful. Tomorrow at then, johnnie? I am very much looking forward to us becoming close associates."

We left "The Mat" together, shook hands and went our separate ways.

I only had a couple classes the next day and showered before going to meet the good doctor. I wore jeans, sneakers and a T-shirt.

His office was empty when I got there. That agitated me. "If he has no respect for my time, he probably won't respect me," I thought as I sat and waited.

After 20 minutes I got and and was leaving when Dr. Philbon came up the stairs. "johnnie, you're here. Wonderful. Come in, come in and let's get started."

He made no mention of his keeping me waiting. No apology, no excuses, nothing. Part of me was pissed. But, and there's always a but, part of me admired how confident and in control he was.

"Lock the door, johnnie."

I locked the door and turned to see what Dr. Philbon wanted me to do next. He was standing behind his desk looking at his phone. Finally he looked up. "Oh, yes. Please remove your clothes, johnnie."

"Huh?"

"Your clothes, johnnie. Be a good boy and take your clothes off."

I stripped down to my boxers feeling his eyes watching every move I made and feeling kind of strange.

I stood before the Dr. who was still behind his desk. "Shorts too, my good boy."

"Your good boy? Really Doc.?"

He looked up surprised that I would speak to him in such a way. Coming out from behind his desk, his eyes roamed over my naked body. Instead of speaking, Dr. Philbon went about the business of measuring every part of me.

Feeling his hands touching me made me shiver and break out in goose bumps.

He was so close that when he knelt behind me, I could feel his breath on my bottom. "Exceptional," I heard him say quietly as he ran his hands over my big bottom. He measured my waist, my bottom, my hips, then had me turn to face him.

"Um Doctor," I stammered. "I'm, um, my penis....."

"Yes, johnnie. Now be a good boy and turn around for me."

I turned but covered my erection with my hands.

Looking up at me, Dr. Philbon told me not to be shy. "You were much more relaxed in the pictures you took for me, johnnie. Put your hands at your sides."

I blushed and did as I was told. "Oh, my, just as I expected," Dr. Philbon said looking at my boner. He measured it, "Well that's not a surprise."

"What isn't, Dr?" I asked with my eyes squeezed closed.

"I suspected I'd find a 4 1/2" erect penis. Not to worry. It is par for the course for one like you, johnnie."

"Excuse me. One like me? What are you talking about?"

"Of course," he smiled. "You have no idea what I'm doing or why. Be patient, my good boy and once I've finished with you, you'll have a better understanding of what one such as you are."

He went back behind his desk and I started to pick up my clothes to dress. "No," he ordered. "You weren't told to dress. Just stand where you are like my very good boy. I'll be with you in a minute."

I was startled by his commanding tone and once again I stood naked as he wrote something in a notebook.

Returning to me, I saw that he was going to draw some blood from me, just as he said he would.

It didn't hurt at all. Dr. Philbon praised me. "You're such a brave boy, johnnie."

After caressing my bottom for a few minutes as he waited to see if I was going to bleed, he was satisfied. "You may dress and leave me now, sweet boy. If you don't mind, I'd like to see you again in 3 days. That's all."

My next visit was much like the first. I waited for the doctor and he was late again.

He arrived in a flourish. Whizzing past me, he went to his desk. "Undress, johnnie," his voice had a commanding note. I shed my clothes feeling less uncomfortable being naked in his company.

After several long minutes, Dr. Philbon came from behind his desk. "How delightful. You're very aroused I see."

Standing very close, he caressed my bottom which made me quiver. He smiled at my reaction. "I have just the thing, baby boy."

He pulled some latex gloved from his pocket and pulled them on. Reaching for my crotch, he held my balls as our eyes were fixed on each other's. It was the first time anyone had ever touched me on my private places. It felt weird but in a good way.

I stood very still while Dr. Philbon rolled my little balls gently gaging my reaction. "I see that you're enjoying the stimulus, johnnie. That's okay. Don't be afraid to tell me or show me how you're feeling."

"I won't," I said breathlessly.

"Good boy," he replied. "So, tell me. Is what I'm doing exciting you?"

"Yes, sir. Very much, doctor."

"I suspected it would be."

His other hand went around me and I felt the cool latex on my bottom. Caressing me there he released my balls and squeezed my erection. It took every bit of strength to keep still while the doctor continued with his exploration of my body.

His continued caressing my bottom while holding my dick felt wonderful. "Dr. Philbon," I whispered. "That feels so very nice."

"It's to be expected, my good boy. I must tell you, you are participating wonderfully, johnnie. Just marvelous."

I watched as he brought the hand from my bottom to lick his middle finger. "Now don't be alarmed, my sweet boy. This is important to my research. And I just know you'll enjoy this part," he assured me.

I felt his finger probing my bottom, finding my opening and slowly entering me back there. "Ooooh," I shuddered nearly coming. "Dr., what are you doing to me?"

"Just testing your reactions, baby boy. That's all."

Maybe, but I could tell his breathing was almost as labored as mine.

Releasing my dick, Dr. Philbon told me to press down on his invading finger. "Sir?" I said trying to hold it together.

"Squat, baby. Squat on my finger."

I did what he told me to do and noticed as I lowered myself, he lowered himself too to maintain equilibrium I guess.

"Now rise and squat again,"

He had me do that several times until I spasmed and had an orgasm. My seed, thin and nearly clear squirted on the carpet between my feet as I squatted harder again and again on his finger. My dick kept spurting as I heard myself making high pitched squeals before I sagged to my knees and he pulled his finger from my bottom.

It wasn't just me who got excited. From my kneeling position I could see Dr. Philbon had a very nice, and much bigger than mine, erection in his pants. I looked at his bulge for several seconds before collecting myself. Looking up, I saw that Dr. Philbon was smiling down at me. "No need to thank me this time, baby," he said caressing my face. "You did very well."

"Thank you, doctor," I said as he walked away.

Dr. Philbon handed me some wipes. Clean yourself up and get that puddle on the carpet, johnnie. Then you may dress and be on your way."

Like a robot, I was on auto-pilot and did what I was told.

He watched as I dressed. "Okay, Dr. Philbon. Good evening."

"I would like you to return in 3 days, johnnie. Same time. My office will be open. We can save time if you would disrobe once you arrive."

"We're not done, doctor?"

He smiled a handsome smile. "Not by a long shot, baby boy. Do you want to quit after we made such promising progress?"

"I guess not. See you in 3 days."

I left wondering what the heck I'd gotten myself into and what progress had we made. I had to admit that my orgasm was the best ever. Sure, I masturbated but had never had such a long and earth shattering climax like that.

"How is it going?" A text from Connie.

"Okay, I guess. Well, better than okay." I hit her back.

"Good. I knew he'd be good for you."

I didn't reply to that one. I had no idea what to say. I mean it was a bit humiliating having a man make me cum like he did. But it was such a nice cum from having him finger me like that. I couldn't tell Connie any of it.

3 days later I was naked in Dr. Philbon's office waiting for his arrival. My dick was heavy as I remembered my last visit and wondered if he was gonna finger fuck me again.

Like always, 20 minutes late, Dr. Philbon entered his office. He went to his desk without acknowledging my presence. He just left me standing naked while he fished through some documents.

Finally he looked at me and smiled. "johnnie, my good boy. You're so punctual and so polite. Both are wonderful traits that those like you have."

There it was again. Those like me. What does that even mean?

Once again he snapped on latex gloves. "Today my sweet boy we're going to do something a little different. Get that trash can and place it to the side the love seat."

I took the plastic lined waste basket and placed it where I was told to. Next he had me place a towel on the love seat which, of course, I did.

"Excellent, johnnie. Now I want you to trust me. Can you do that for me, baby?"

"Um, yes sir. I guess I can," I said knowing this visit was going to be different.

Dr. Philbon came to me. Standing in front of me, He smiled down at my concerned look. "Nothing to be afraid of my dear baby boy. I want you to trust me and relax."

I felt small standing before this taller man. "Yes, sir," I barely croaked. For some reason I did trust him. Perhaps it was from loneliness. I was never popular in high school and now on campus. Dr. Philbon was interested in me and he was responsible for giving me the best orgasm in my life.

"Great. Now I want you to lean over the love seat, your erection over the towel. Put your hands on the back to support yourself."