I was kicking back in the office, scrolling through charts after a busy morning, when Troy poked his head in with that familiar mischievous grin.
“Boss, your 11 a.m. is back—Tyler, the 18-year-old college football freshman. He’s all grown out now like you told him. Says the bumps are completely gone, he’s been comfortable being naked in the locker room again, and he’s not freaking out about STDs anymore. Kid sounds way more confident… but still got that nervous-cute energy when he mentioned wanting a ‘follow-up check’ with you specifically.”
I smirked, already feeling that protective alpha rush hit me. “Send him back. Let’s see how my smooth boy filled out.”
The door opened and in walked Tyler—still that lean, ripped freshman build at 5’10”, messy dark hair a little longer now, cheeks already flushing the second he saw me. But damn… the change was obvious and hot as hell. He was wearing a loose tank and basketball shorts, but the second he started stripping, it was clear he’d followed orders perfectly. No more razor trauma.
Tyler peeled the tank off first, revealing a tight, athletic chest now dusted with a fresh layer of soft dark hair across his pecs and a thicker happy trail running down his defined stomach—nothing crazy, just that natural, untamed college-boy fur that looked fucking good on him after weeks of growth. He pushed his shorts and briefs down in one go, and there it was: his groin and balls completely covered in a soft, dark bush that had grown back thick and healthy, framing his smooth, average-sized cock that was already twitching at half-mast from nerves and the memory of last time.
He stood there a little awkward but proud, hands at his sides instead of trying to cover up. “Hey, Dr. Don… the bumps are all gone. I stopped shaving like you said, and I’ve even been able to shower with the team again without feeling weird. No more hiding. I just… wanted you to check everything’s good down there. And, uh… maybe make sure I’m still healthy?”
I gave him that cocky, reassuring grin and motioned to the warmed table. “Good boy, Tyler. Climb up and spread those legs for me. Let’s take a proper look at how that hair grew back and make sure your pretty cock and balls are happy.”
He hopped up, lying back with his legs open wide. I gloved up out of habit, but then peeled them right off—bare hands for this one, like he deserved after listening so well. The lamp clicked on, bathing his groin in warm light. Fuck… the dark pubes looked perfect now—soft, curly, covering his pubic mound and spreading nicely over his balls, a light dusting trailing up his stomach to meet the chest hair. No redness, no bumps, just healthy young skin and fresh fur.
“Looks damn good, buddy,” I murmured, voice low and dominant as I ran my fingers through the new bush, combing through the soft hair before cupping his balls and gently rolling them. His cock thickened fast, lifting off his hairy stomach and pointing toward his chest, the head already flushing. “See? No irritation, no STD bullshit. You’re clean, healthy, and that natural hair suits you way better than being bald.”
Tyler’s breath hitched, toes curling as I wrapped my hand around his now fully hard cock and started slow, confident strokes—sliding through the soft pubes at the base, thumb brushing the underside while my other hand kept playing with his hairy sack. “Doc… fuck, it feels even more sensitive with the hair back. I’ve been… thinking about last time a lot.”
“Yeah?” I grinned, tightening my grip just enough to make his hips buck. “You been jerking off with that new bush? Getting naked in front of the guys without panicking? That’s my boy.”
He nodded quick, cheeks burning, but his eyes were glassy with that mix of embarrassment and need. “Yeah… and I… oh shit—”
His whole lean body tensed. The fresh dark pubes around his base twitched as his cock pulsed hard in my hand and started shooting—thick, youthful ropes of cum erupting across his hairy stomach and chest, some even catching in the soft hair between his pecs. Tyler whimpered softly, painted nails from last time long gone but that same cute overwhelmed look on his face as he rode out the accidental load, hips jerking with every spurt.
I didn’t stop stroking until the last weak dribble leaked into his new bush, then grabbed warm towels and cleaned him up slow and thorough—wiping every streak off his stomach hair, off his chest, off that still-twitching cock while my bare hand rested heavy and possessive on his thigh.
“Accidental loads are still cute on you, little bro,” I chuckled, dominant but sweet, giving his hairy balls one last gentle squeeze. “Everything checks out perfect. Keep the hair—trim if you want, but no shaving for now. You’re cleared for full locker room confidence and whatever else you wanna explore. Book another follow-up in a month if you want me to keep checking how this pretty bush is doing… or if you need help with anything else.”
Tyler sat up, still flushed and breathing hard, looking at me with those big eyes full of relief and fresh heat. “Thanks, Dr. Don. I feel… good. Really good. See you in a month?”
“Count on it, handsome.”
He dressed and headed out with a little more swagger in his step, that fresh dark hair peeking over the waistband of his shorts.
Troy slid in right after, eyebrow raised. “Another one leaving with a smile and sticky abs, huh? You really turned that panicked smooth boy into a confident hairy freshman.”
I just winked, washing my hands and already thinking about how good that soft new bush felt under my fingers. “Just doing my job, Troy—making sure my boys grow up right.”
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