I didn't understand why he had me stand on the platform the way he did, but didn't think too much about it. But when I was 11, the doctor was called out of the exam room while he was in the middle of his routine, and I sat on the edge of the table, naked, to wait for him. I saw the light on the telephone showing he was talking, and figured it might be a while. Then I noticed he'd left my chart on the counter within my reach, so I picked it up out of curiosity. When I opened it, I had quite a surprise. Inside were several pages of photos of me, naked. There was a set from each exam back from when I was six, up to the last exam sixth months ago. One showed me standing with my penis limp, and the other with an erection. Alongside the pictures were the detailed statistics from the measurements taken.

And in the back was a little pouch for extra pictures, of which there were several.

I was really surprised, and didn't know what it all meant. Here was a photographic study of me growing up. For some reason it turned me on a little to look at myself in those photographs. Though my penis wasn't very big yet, I could see how much it had grown over the years. I started to get a hardon, and suddenly I saw the light on the phone go out, so I quickly closed the record and put it back, sitting back onto the table. As the doctor came back in, I felt embarrassed about having an erection, and tried to hide it, but the doctor didn't seem to pay much attention. I finally figured out why he had me stand the way he did: He had a hidden camera that was photographing me.

I wondered if he did that with all my friends, especially Billy, who I liked a lot. He and I had played together almost constantly for years, and though we were very close, we never did any of the innocent sex play I had done with several other friends. He was very shy about being seen naked, and even when we went camping or slept over together, I had never gotten a look at him naked. For some reason I wanted to; something about Billy excited me. It was especially frustrating when we slept over together, since he always wore loose pajamas, without underwear. I could sometimes see a little bulge in his crotch, and all that kept me from seeing him was that very thin cloth. His pajamas nearly always rode low on his hips because they were loose, so I could see the lower part of his stomach where the "V" began descending toward his crotch.

I came back to the doctor when I was 11 and a half. This time, the doctor asked a new question: "Do you ever play with your penis?" I didn't know what to say, but managed to answer, "What do you mean?" He said, "Like rub it with your hand or on something until you feel a really good, throbbing sensation.?.....(cont)