Serving My Country

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December 6th 1941
Hawaii

Alex Dawson stepped forward, his heart racing as he waited in line. This was it, the moment he had dreamed about since he was a little boy, but he'd turned eighteen the previous week and he wasn't a little boy anymore. He knew the dangers of war, he'd witnessed his own father's wounds, but it made him no less determined to serve his country.

An attractive blonde sat behind the desk, she smiled up at him as he reached the front of the line.

"Hi" she beamed and Alex found himself quite speechless.

"Hello" he replied bashfully.

She continued to stare, making him feel awkward until finally she giggled.

"Your name?" She asked politely.

"Oh. Yeah, sorry" Alex nodded "Dawson, Alex Dawson".

"Well, Dawson, Alex Dawson" the young lady smiled, writing down his name and tearing a sheet of paper from her notebook.

"Take this and bring it straight through to medical" she advised, but before she handed him the sheet, she took a pen and wrote something in the top corner.

"Call me when you get back?" She smiled.

Alex took it and turned it around.

"Daisy?" He asked, reading what she had written above her phone number.

"Like the flower" she chirped and a cough from behind alerted Alex to the fact that he was holding up the line.

"I'll call you" he told her, walking away, and the young lady followed him with her eyes until he disappeared out of sight.

The place was huge, but completely make shift. It hadn't existed before the war and now it was bustling with young men, all wanting to fight for their country. Alex squeezed between a group of men and down a corridor before finally reaching a large waiting area.

He found a seat and sat down. There must have been at least two hundred men there, and only five booths with blue curtains pulled. Every few minutes, one of them would slide open and a young man would appear. Alex figured that the ones who turned left had been denied and those lucky enough to turn right, were setting off to bootcamp.

"Bartholomew Bergenstein" one of the doctors called as his previous patient turned left, looking sullen.

"Thomas Greenwood" another doctor shouted.

"Edward Simpson"

"Charles R. Bernard"

The names continued to be listed off but the waiting room got no less packed as more and more young men flooded inside. After nearly an hour, the booth at the far left opened and what looked like the youngest doctor in the bunch, stood outside it.

"Alex Dawson" he called and Alex's heart pumped a little quicker.

He stood up, shuffling between rows of men before finally reaching the doctor.

"Step inside" the man smiled and Alex noticed how white his teeth were.

The exam room was quite cramped. Only a bed, a chair and a metal table furnished it, there was a also a steel scale next to the table, but other than that it was empty.

"Take a seat on the bed" the doctor said and Alex obeyed.

He looked only a few years older than Alex, and he was quite handsome too. He had black hair, shaved tight and aside from that and his eyebrows, he appeared quite smooth. His white coat was spotlessly clean and above his breastbone, a small name tag read: Dr. Colin Harrow.

"Just follow the light with your eyes" he said, pointing a small torch into Alex's face and using his gloved thumb to hold open each of his eyelids.

"Do you drink alcohol?" Dr. Harrow asked, sticking something cold into Alex's ear until it beeped.

"No, Sir" Alex replied, his father had always explained the importance of showing respect to everybody who he came across.

"Ever had surgery or broken bones?" He continued, moving to the other ear.

"I broke my wrist when I was six" Alex told him, a rush of worry now filling him.

The doctor removed the device from his other ear and placed it on the tray before taking Alex's right wrist in his hands.

"This one?" He asked and Alex nodded as the man began to push against his flesh with his thumbs.

"Any pain or discomfort?"

"No, Sir"

"You can take your shirt off now" Dr. Harrow said, sitting down on the small stool and reaching for his stethoscope.

Alex had never been very modest. He'd been athletic for as long as he could remember, and his physique proved just that. He folded his t-shirt and placed it neatly to his right.

"A nice deep breath in" the doctor said, pressing the chest piece against his skin.

"And out"

"In"

"And out"

The handsome young doctor moved the cool chest piece to Alex's back and repeated the process until finally pulling the ear tips out and leaving it to dangle around his neck. He turned to his table and wrote something down.

"Is everything okay?" Alex asked nervously.

Dr. Harrow glanced back at him and smiled.

"It's fine" he said, and continued writing as Alex attempted to look over his shoulder.

"You can get undressed now" the man said without turning back to him.

His younger brother had joked with him about this part of the process, and Alex couldn't say that he was looking forward to it very much. He stood up from the bed and fumbled with his pants.

"My father believes that Japan will launch an attack" Dr. Harrow explained calmly "on American soil no less".

Alex slid his trousers down his legs, kicked off his shoes and stepped out of them.

"I doubt it" Alex told him "but I guess it's hard to tell".

He stood now, wearing just a pair of crisp white briefs. The doctor turned back to him and smiled.

"Well at least they'll have you to back them up anyway" he said and Alex felt a rush of pride.

The young man slid forward in his chair until he was eye level with Alex's crotch. He slid his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them to his ankles. Alex felt his face redden.

His flaccid cock hung out over a set of full balls. He'd been too excited and anxious to jerk off over the last few days, and it was clearly evident now. He could hit seven inches on a good day, but soft, it was less than impressive.

"Turn your head to the right and cough please" Dr. Harrow said, and clasped his hand around Alex's sack.

The young man jumped, but did as he was told, coughing twice into his hand.

"One more time, please" the doctor said and he did.

Dr. Harrow wrapped his finger and thumb around Alex's cock, grasping it at the base and squeezing up his shaft and cock head. Alex gasped.

"Push your hips out a little" he said and Alex thrust forward, slightly too aggressively.

The doctor grabbed his cock again, slowly pulling it all the way up his shaft once more, and much to Alex's horror, it began to harden.

"I am so sorry!" He groaned "I... I don't know what's come over me"

The young man's face was now beet red and a line of sweat was forming over his brow as his traitorous cock continued to stiffen in the doctor's hand.

"It's completely normal" Dr. Harrow smiled up, but it made Alex feel no less uncomfortable.

Finally, the exam on his penis was complete and he remained standing, his erection poking out from him and beads of anxiety induced sweat rolling down his abs.

"You can turn around and grab your ankles" the doctor informed him, and whilst he was glad to hide his boner, he wasn't looking forward to the next part.

He reached down, feeling his cheeks spreading apart, and grabbed his ankles. He could see Dr. Harrow from between his own legs as he squirted a clear fluid onto his gloved finger.

"Big deep breath in" the young man said, and Alex now wished that he had gotten an older doctor for some reason.

Alex sucked in air and a second later he felt it. Dr. Harrow pushed his finger deep into his rectum and twisted his hand around.

The young man gasped, groaning as his sphincter spread around the doctor's finger.

"Just try to relax for me, Alex" he said calmly, but Alex could feel his finger slide further, poking and prodding the sensitive flesh inside him.

It was awful, and embarrassing and terrible and then a split second later, it was amazing.

"Fuck!" Alex moaned and if he hadn't been embarrassed from his erection, he was certainly embarrassed about this.

He had just moaned, like a woman, while a doctor who was barely a couple of years older than him fingered his ass. There was absolutely no way they'd be letting him in now, not after that.

"I'm sorry" he added quickly, but the doctor seemed unbothered and continued to probe his hole.

His knees began to shake as the young doctor continued to rub and poke a spot inside him that felt like it was made my God himself. Every time he touched it, a sharp burst of electric joy rippled through his cock, it was as though he was wanking him from the inside.

"Are... Are we... Nearly... Done?" Alex asked breathlessly, trying to sound as polite as possible, but doing a bad job of it.

"Almost" the doctor smiled, and as Alex continued to battle the intense pleasure coming from his hole, he glanced back between his legs and was horrified.

A stream of semen-like fluid was pouring from his erect pole, puddling on the floor below him. He hadn't cum, he would have certainly known if he had, but it looked like cum, although larger in quantity.

"Please don't notice"  He groaned to himself.

This was the worst possible scenario for him. The doctor would tell them that he was a gay boy, he'd never be able to return, and given his father's rank, he'd surely find out too. But he wasn't gay, he'd never in his life even considered the idea, but why was this feeling so damn good?

"Okay, that's fine" Dr. Harrow announced, much to Alex's relief.

"Can I get dressed now?" The red faced, humiliated young man asked.

"Not just yet" the doctor smiled, standing up and guiding Alex to stand up straight.

Alex squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't even look at the doctor when the man realised that the weird, prospective solider was cumming, or doing something that looked like cumming, all over his floor.

But Dr. Harrow had noticed, and he didn't bat an eyelid.

"Just stand on this scale for me, please" he said, placing his hand on Alex's naked back and guiding him forward.

Alex noticed that the gloves had been discarded, and it was just as well. He stepped onto the steel scale, his cock still painfully erect and dribbling fluid down his shaft as the doctor began to measure him.

"One hundred and fifty pounds" the doctor noted "mostly muscle by the looks of it".

"Five foot nine inches"

Alex needed the medical exam to be over. He felt bitterly uncomfortable standing there with a hard on, and yet no matter what he tried to focus on, it refused to go down.

"Okay, last part now" Dr. Harrow explained "you can lay down on the bed".

Perhaps being off his feet would help with the blood flow, Alex considered, and duck walked across the room before laying down and dropping his hands away from his stiff cock.

Dr. Harrow sat back in his chair and Alex could see from the corner of his eye, that the young man was now squirting the same clear fluid that had gone up his ass, onto his bare hands. Maybe it was a cleaning solution of some sort, he wondered.

"I think it's best to take care of this before you leave" Dr. Harrow smiled, but Alex wasn't entirely sure what he was talking about.

"Lift your legs for me, please" the man said and instinctively, because a doctor had ordered it, Alex obeyed, exposing his tight ring for the second time today.

"Another big breath" Dr. Harrow said and Alex watched, wide eyed as the doctor pushed his ungloved finger back into his bowels.

"Glove!" Alex groaned, trying to acclimatise to the strange feeling once again.

"This works better" Dr. Harrow explained, and began to probe inside him again.

"Holy fucking shit" Alex gasped, and once again, fluid began to spill from his piss slit.

Waves of intense pleasure rushed through every inch of his body as the doctor continued to finger him. Once again, the special spot inside him was being toyed with repeatedly.

"Do you mind?" The young doctor asked, pointing to Alex's straining tool.

Mind? Alex said to himself, barely able to keep his eyes open. Mind what? He looked back at the doctor and for a reason he will never know, he shook his head.

Dr. Harrow closed his bare hand around Alex's swollen prick and a moment later, began to run his hand up and down his shaft, slowly and gently.

The naked young man grasped the sheet beneath him, his knuckles turning white as he gasped and moaned. His special spot was making his cock feel amazing, the doctor's jerking made it even better again, and in that moment, Alex didn't care who was making him feel it.

On it went, Dr. Harrow was now sliding his finger in and out of the young recruit's rectum whilst simultaneously working his wet, drooling cock. It felt magical, and yet it was a man doing it. Alex was breathing heavily, his body covered in a layer of fresh sweat and his back arching.

The doctor sped up now, his hands working quickly and firmly. The pleasure ramped up to a new level, as though bursts of electricity were soaring through the young man's veins. His moaning became laboured, his grip tightened further and he was getting louder.

What would the men outside think if they heard him moaning like a woman? He didn't care.

The doctor's wet hand was now sliding up and down his soaking shaft with impressive speed. His finger was quite literally fucking his virgin asshole and finally, it happened.

"Uh fuckkk. I'm... Fuck... I'm gonna..."

Alex couldn't make words anymore. His brain had been taken over by the incredible arousal that he was feeling. His toes curled, his hips thrust deeper into the man's hand, his hole began to clench around Dr. Harrow's finger and his body stiffened.

"Oh my god!" Alex gurgled, desperately trying not to scream out in relief as the thickest load he had ever created, shot from his swollen cock and splashed against his chest.

He moaned harder, still bucking wildly as another, similar sized spurt exploded from his cock and dripped down his chin.

It wasn't over. The orgasm ripped through him like wildfire, his eyes began to roll as another, equally large blast of sperm burst across his chest.

The quantity became less with each eruption, but each of them felt as amazing as the first. He looked down, breathless and weak and watched as thick globs of cum poured down his shaft and onto the doctor's hand. He could still feel the finger sliding inside his hole, and then finally it was done.

Dr. Harrow squeezed his now flaccid cock one more time before dropping it and sliding his chair across the room. Alex could barely turn his head to look at him as he wiped his hands with blue paper towels and left the box on the bed next to a drained Alex.

"You can get cleaned up and take the door to the right" Dr. Harrow said, returning to his notepad.

"I... I'm through?" Alex asked, dizzily sitting up as his own seed began to pour down his body.

Dr. Harrow looked back at him quizzically.

"Did you not expect to be?" He asked with a smirk.

"I thought... I'm not gay, but I thought..."

The young doctor laughed loudly.

"If you thought that was gay" he said, returning to his writing "you're going to be shocked by bootcamp!"