Doctor’s diagnosis ‘GAY
Doctor’s diagnosis ‘GAY’ 1
I am a man in my 50’s standing 5’10” at 220 pounds. My hair is salt & pepper and my skin is white with pink at the points of colour; lips, finger & toe nails, nipples, & dick head.
I had a new insurance policy forced upon me by the president of the country, but figured I would make the best of it. Little did I know how this change would alter my life.
I scheduled my annual physical with the new HMO doctor, a Doctor Jackson, forced upon me under the new changes, and waited in the lobby to be called back into an examination room. I felt a bit uneasy as I had been going to my old doctor for decades and now had to expose myself to a new one. I realized as I sat here that I didn’t even know if this was a man or a woman about to see me.
This made me uneasy as I found myself thumbing through a magazine I hadn’t even looked at the first page of. I was wondering if it would be a woman, and if so what she would think about my diminutive sized penis. My wife jokes about it being my turtle, “Look, your turtle is in his shell again,” she would joke, not realizing how much that hurt.
I was called to the counter by the black attendant there, to fill out some more forms, and then again to go give blood and a urine sample. I bleed fine but when I pee it can be messy as my penis tries to shy away from my hand and pee everywhere. It is so fucking shameful some times. Mind you, when it is hard it is 5 and a half inches and thicker than my thumb, but I guess that’s nothing to brag about either. Still it gave me 2 wonderful k**s.
I find it less messy to sit and pee. I know, ‘like a girl,’ but it works and beets having a wet stain on my pants as I wait for the exam. Besides, behind closed doors who’s the wiser?
I did these tasks and placed the capped cup of pee in the window designated. I exited the lavatory and found the black nurse waiting for me. I didn’t think anything of it, most offices had a mix of blacks and whites working in them. This office even had an oriental woman taking the blood. It’s not prejudice that had me note the colors of these people. It was the events that follow that opened my eyes to the significance of color.
Anyway, she picked up my warm cup of pee and pointed me to the scales. She put the cup in another window and had me stand tall on the scale so she could measure my height and weight, and record them in my new file.
She then had me enter an exam room and told me to take off all my cloths and sit on the table. She pulled the door closed behind her and I did as instructed.
I had sat there on the cold crinkly paper surface for about 10 minutes when there was a knock at the door, and the nurse stepped in. I quickly covered up as she sat in the chair with her back to me and tapped out some info into the computer there. She spun around and told me to stand.
I stood up still covered and tried to look at the pictures on the walls as she said, “I’m going to perform a hernia test, okay Mr. Smith?”
I said, “Uh well I guess…”
She told me to put my hands behind my head and tilt my head back. I did and I thought I heard a snicker, but didn’t look to confirm. I felt her warm fingers on my testicles as she held first one then the other, then I felt her fingers press up inside as she said, “Please turn your head to the left and cough.”
I did this and she moved her fingers and had me turn my head the other way and cough again. She returned to the computer and began typing again. I stood there with my hands behind my head, like a dunce.
She turned again ad asked, “When your penis gets hard Mr. Smith, does it get much bigger than this?” as she spoke she began squeezing the gland and pulling it out to see how long it would stretch.
I said, “It gets bigger,” as I felt it growing to the stimulation, just when I really hoped it wouldn’t. All I needed was a stupid hard on here in front of this pretty young black woman. I tried to will it not to grow, but it was impossible as she pulled and tweaked it between her warm fingers.
She said, “I would like to get a measurement of it erect for the records,” as I felt the fingers of her other hand begin to massage my balls too. I closed my eyes as I felt the blood rush into it and swell it to its proud 90% stance.
She turned and went to the counter where the jars of cotton and tongue depressors were, and returned with a ruler that she place but up against my pubic bone, “Hum, 5 inches.”
She removed it and I felt a sigh of relief escape my lips as I thought this embarrassment was over, but then she said, “Turn to the side.”
I did, and felt her slide the ruler under my balls and back, as I felt the fingers of her other hand sliding between the cheeks of my bottom. I know I was beat red with shame now.
Her fingers poked at my bottom until they found my asshole, as I squealed, “Is this really necessary?”
She said, “Please Mr. Smith, hold still while I do this. Yes it is critical for our records.”
I felt one of her fingers find the bud of my sphincter as she slid the ruler back to that finger, then with the thumb of her other hand she pressed the head of my penis down to the ruler and said, “6.5 inches.”
I said, “I don’t remember ever having to…”
She said, “Mr. Smith, they probably did it or possible guestimated the measurements, but I assure you they were in your previous records.”
I asked, “Then didn’t you get copies from my last doctor?”
She said, “It is my job to verify everything sir. You wouldn’t want me to lose my job would you?”
I said, “Oh no, sorry,” as I felt her sliding the ruler out from under my balls.
As soon as she had turned to drop the ruler back in a drawer I covered my privates up with my hands again. She turned and told me to put my hands out to the sides. I did. She said, “Sorry Mr. Smith. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Here, let me take care of that for you,” as she reached down to my hard little penis and gave it a nasty hard pinch.
I yelped and covered it up and backed away from her as she smiled at me and said, “The doctor will be in in a few minutes. Please sit on the table,” before she pulled the door closed behind her once more.
I looked down to see my turtle had shrunk and crawled back into his shell again. She knew what she was doing, that’s for sure.
A few minutes later I heard another knock at the door and again it opened this time before my new doctor, Doctor Jackson. He is a big powerful looking black man with dark skin and blue black lips.
I felt small and pail in his presence. He held out his hand and I shook it while covering myself with the other. He said, “So, Mr. Smith, how are you feeling?”
I said, “I feel fine. Just in for my annual physical.”
He said, “That’s good. At our age we need to stay on top of our health. I see you have an elevated heart rate and plod pressure. Is this unusual?”
I said, “I guess so.”
He said, “Probably because Beverley took it. She can get my heart rate up too. Let’s see, it says here you have no hernia but she noted an odd feeling in the left teste. I’d like to take a look at that. Please stand up,” as he sat in the stool and turned toward me.
I stood up and looked at the walls again. I felt his big fingers take my testicle and need it like he was feeling an egg for cracks. He hummed and squeezed before asking, “Does this hurt?”
I said no as I tried to stand still. I felt his other hand grasp my other testicle and begin the same examination with delicate squeezes and rubs.
He said, “Spread your knees and squat just a bit for me,” and as I did I felt the fingers moved to the place under my balls where the shaft of my penis extends back to, and begin to rub there.
I was so embarrassed as I felt my penis beginning to get hard again. I thought, “Oh no, not again, this is soooo embarrassing!” I tried to rock my hips back a bit just enough to get control and keep it from happening.
He asked, “Does that hurt?”
I said, “No, it’s just a bit uncomfortable.” I lied to hide my shame but it was impossible to do as he was looking right at my little penis growing right in front of him. Dammit!
I wanted to put my hands down and cover myself, but I had to stand there while he checked me out. He said, “I don’t think you have a problem here. Your one teste is a little larger than the other, but I don’t feel any abnormalities I’m concerned with.”
I let out a sigh of relief at that news but felt my penis grow ridged as I let down my resolve to control it. His fingers had stopped massaging my scrotum and the region thereof and he turned his back to me just as it popped to attention.
I covered up and forced it to point down hoping this would make it go away.
He turned back and said, “Okay Mr. Smith, I want you to get on the table on your left side, that’s it, pull this knee up to your chest, good, now I’m going to examine your prostate.”
I felt his finger touch my sphincter and smear some jelly like lubricant around it before pressing at the hole. He pressed and stopped and pressed and stopped and pressed. This time I felt the finger slip in through the hole into my bowls. It didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable some.
I felt him pushing in deeper and twisting then a pleasant tingling sensation in my penis causing it to grow firm once again. I hadn’t gotten this hard this much in months, and now it was happening all in one day her at the hands of these strangers.
I moaned and my hips rocked a bit, just a little bit, but enough to let him see my reaction to his touch. He asked, “Does that feel pleasant Mr. Smith?”
I said, “It’s okay.”
He continued to, I guess, stroke my prostate and the sensation had me practically moaning with pleasure as I felt my sphincter squeezing around his finger. He said, “Relax Mr. Smith, I need to use 2 fingers to get a better feel.”
I felt his finger pulling out of me and my asshole squeezing with an odd pleasurable sensation I kind of liked, while simultaneously scolding myself for feeling this way.
Then I felt his finger slip free and my asshole squeeze closed. I actually felt sad it was over. Like that feeling I get when I get a haircut and when they tell me it’s done, that feeling. I love the feel of the fingers and clippers doing their little massages on my scalp. Anyway, that’s the same feeling of remorse that the pleasurable entertainment is over.
I then felt more lubricant being applied to my anus and rubbed in, this time with 2 fingers. I then felt the light pressure of the fingertip on my sphincter then off then on and then it slipped in. This time when it entered I felt additional pressure as the second finger worked its way in beside, forcing the muscle to open much wider. The doctor has thick fingers.
I pulled my knee up tighter to my chest as I felt his fingers hold this position allowing me to adjust to the invasion. As I acclimatized to the sensation, from pain to pleasure I rocked my bottom back forcing my sphincter to accept more.
He noticed my reaction and said, “Okay Mr. Smith, I’m going to examine your prostate again so try and relax.” His gingers slipped in past the second knuckle and I felt them stroking me again causing my penis to tingle and grow hard again and again I unexpectedly moaned my pleasure.
Doctor Jackson did this for several minutes and finally said, “I don’t know,” as I felt him pull his fingers from me, causing me to slip back into that mellow depression I mentioned before. I was wondering what he meant by, “I don’t know?”
He told me to roll to my back and I did, while moving my hands to cover my hard little penis. I looked at him as he said, “Would you mind if I get a better position? I can feel your prostate, but it’s small and I need a different position to get a better feel, if you don’t mind. I am sorry for the inconvenience, but it better to be sure about these things.”
I said, “Yes, it’s okay. What do you want me to do?” as I felt my hard on soften and my turtle return to its shell. I felt better this way even if embarrassed at my meager endowment, better than if I was sporting an erection exposing my pleasure with his touch.
He said, “Relax while I get set up.” As he talked I watched him duck down and open a drawer under the table and pull out some contraption. He explained, “We use these for giving women pelvic examinations. Here, put your foot here in this stirrup.”
As I did this he retrieved and mounted the other one and helped me place my other foot in it. He then told me to grab the bar behind my head and pull myself up a bit. When I did this he told me to just keep holding it.
I watched in fear as he put more lubricant on his fingers, this time the middle and ring finger, and then felt them press then enter my anus again and sink past the second knuckles again. I just knew my stupid penis was going to grow hard again and shame me to no end before this doctor, this black man. So I did the only thing I could think of. I closed my eyes.
As I felt the fingers stroking me again, causing those tingling feelings again, causing my penis to throb and tingle and grow again, and I gripped the bar tighter as my hips started to do an uncontrollable undulation around this man’s fingers.
With my eyes squeezed closed I could feel my penis thrusting in the air as I felt liquid oozing out of it and down my shaft, all because this black man was wiggling his fingers inside my bottom. He was just doing a natural prostate exam, but to me he was sexually stimulating me like crazy and I felt both shame and amazing pleasure.
“Mr. Smith,” I heard him say, “Are you okay?” I must have had a look of pain on my face as I was squeezing every muscle in my body.
I opened my eyes to look at him and said, “Yes, it’s just a bit uncomfortable.”
He said, “I see you’re sexually stimulated by this. Would you mind if we get a semen and testosterone sample while we’re at it?”
I couldn’t answer as he continued to stroke my insides sending tingling sensations throughout my body especially into my now raging hard penis. All I could do was nod my head as I closed my eyes again.
He said, “Mr. Smith, I’m going to get a sample bottle. I want you to masturbate while I get it but be careful not to ejaculate until I return.”
I looked at him as he tilted his head toward my erect penis and pulled his fingers from my rectum. He kept his eyes locked to mine as he willed me to lower my right hand and wrap the fingers around my prick, smearing the gooey liquids all over it before reclosing my eyes.
As he left the room I heard him say, “Now be careful not to ejaculate.” I nodded my head.
In a minute he returned with a small jar in hand, about the size of a baby-food jar. He removed the lid and set it by my side.
Then he asked me to look at him while I continued to stroke my penis. This was very hard to do as I lay totally naked looking at this black man standing between my thighs while I fisted my penis. Talk about embarrassing!
I did it but it was hard. Then he asked, “Do you feel shame with this little penis of yours?”
I couldn’t say it, but I nodded my head to confirm what he suspected.
He said, “I see you are circumcised too. Have you ever wondered Mr. Smith how it would feel to masturbate your penis and it be huge and feel the foreskin slipping back to expose the large glans then slipping back inside with each stroke?” As he talked he was squeezing more lubricant onto his fingers again.
I looked at him and didn’t know how to answer, I wanted to say yes, but it felt so nasty wrong to admit something like this. I felt him move his fingers to my anus again and I lifted my bottom to give him better access. I wished I had a big dick, no a real cock instead of this little penis of mine to stroke and yes even feel the foreskin slipping off and onto the head.
I felt him press then stop then press then the fingers slipped inside me again and I felt my penis begin to throb, as he said, “Let go. Stop masturbating.”
I didn’t want to. I wanted to cum as I felt his fingers stroking my insides. But he said “Stop! Remove your hand and answer my question Mr. Smith.”
I removed my hand looked into his eyes. What question?
He said, “Have you ever wondered how it would feel to masturbate a huge penis and feel the foreskin slipping back to expose the large glans then slipping back inside with each stroke?” I stared to close my eyes again when he said, “No Mr. Smith. Look at me, keep looking at me until I tell you to close your eyes.”
I nodded my head as I locked my eyes on his. He said, “No Mr. Smith. Tell me the answer.”
I said as I looked into his eyes, “Yes I wish I had a big cock sometimes instead of this,” as I felt myself begin to reach again for my little raging hard penis but stopped as he indicated with his look, “and I can’t imagine what it would be like to be uncircumcised but I have wondered.”
I felt his fingers begin to stroke me again and I lowered my head while keeping my eyes open and on his. I wanted to close them, to grab my penis and stroke it, to ejaculate so badly now as this big black man did things to me I had never felt before. My hips began to undulate again working my anus around his fingers as I looked into his eyes.
He asked, “Would you like to masturbate a big cock and feel the foreskin like we just talked about?”
I was getting so horny and yes I would love to experience that, so I said, “YES! I would.”
I was watching him as he continued to stroke my insides driving me insane with sexual hunger, even this perverse idea of stroking a big uncircumcised cock had me quivering with desire. His other hand moved from my knee to below my crotch and then in a moment his hand came back to my knee.
I watched as he said, “Give me your hand,” as he held his hand out to take mine and pull it toward my hungry penis. I thought he was going to let me finish this. I wanted this so badly! I kept my eyes on his as his hand pulled mine lower.
Then I felt a nudge and then something sliding up under my balls, and then pushing them apart as this thing slid up between my body and his. Then I saw it.
I watched as the black snake like cock with the head sleeved in blue-black skin rose from my balls behind my own penis. It rose to the same height but looked twice, no three times thicker. Then it rose some more.
I watched it as it rose over twice as tall as my little penis and I could feel the doctor’s balls rubbing mine, his pubic hair tickling mine, and his hand pulling my hand toward it.
Then he let go. I had the choice to stop, but I didn’t, well only for a moment. But then I continued to reach out and grasp his huge cock, and felt it with my fingers as I gripped it and regripped it and noticed as I fisted it my fingers didn’t meet around it. When I fist my penis my turtle gets lost.
This wonderful huge black cock was so soft for looking so menacing. It was so solid inside and thick. I pulled down on it and felt the skin pulling down as I watched the sleeve of flesh expose the great purple head inside.
I don’t know why, I’m not gay, but for some strange reason I really wanted to touch this too, but my other hand was still on the bar behind my head.
I looked at him inquiringly, and he nodded his head. So I let loose the bar and moved my other hand to the cock in my hand, my fingers to the head now slick with pre-cum. I slipped the foreskin up and played with it swirling my finger around under it between it and the head inside.
I looked back into the eyes of my doctor as I rubbed the base of my small shaft against the base of his wonderfully enormous very thick meaty shaft, and moaned. I wanted to say thank you, but how could I do this?
He let me do this for several minutes before he reached for a package on the counter. He opened it and handed me the content. I had to let go of the oozing gooey nob to take it.
I found it to be a large slippery very sheer condom, and I looked from it to him. He said, “Put it on me Mr. Smith.”
I had to use 2 hands to do this and really hated to let go of my new huge throbbing piece of manhood, but I finally did. I don’t know what I was thinking, I probably wasn’t as I rolled it over the head and worked it down the length of the shaft.
As I said, I wasn’t really thinking about it, about why he would be putting on a condom, but I have to admit it was so thrilling to stretch this large condom over this huge cock. I felt like WOW this is so wonderful to actually have a tool like this to fuck with!
My doctor then told me to grip the bar with both hands. I reluctantly let lose his now sheathed cock, and did as I was told. I looked for answers in his face, but he just smiled.
I felt him place his left hand on my right knee again, and the fingers of his right hand pull out of my anus causing me to moan in a silent whisper my displeasure, “Ohh, nooo.”
He then pick up the little jar as he said, “Now Mr. Smith, I can continue stroking your prostate until you ejaculate. Would you like me to do this for you?”
I nodded, and he said, “I need an verbal answer Mr. Smith.”
I said, “Yes please.”
I felt him rock his hips causing his sheathed cock shaft to lower a couple inches then rise a couple down and up down and up as the base rubbed the length of my so hungry shaft. He asked again, “Do you want me to stroke your prostate till you cum?”
Again I said, “Yes please Doctor,” as I felt his hips rock farther back causing his massive cock to stroke the entire length of my little penis from the base to several inches above the head, again and again and it felt so delicious, and made me so desirous to get this to its conclusion.
I had passed the point of caring how this looked. I wanted to orgasm and if he needed me to I was ready to beg him to give me my orgasm now.
Once more he spoke, “Do you want me to stroke your insides with this?” as he pulled so far back I felt the head of his cock nudge my anus and stop then nudge again then stop.
I realized at this moment what he was implying as everything came rushing in to focus. ‘I am not gay’, my brain was screaming at me, but my penis was also screaming for me to beg him to give me this orgasm any way he wanted too as long as he did it quickly!
I said, “Oh my I can’t believe this is happening. I’m not… Dammit… Yes… PLEASE! Do it… do it now please doc. Oh please yes stroke my…”
With this I felt his cock nudge again and stop, which shut me up. I watched as he poured some of the lubricant onto his cock now nested at the opening of my rectum. Then with a shove I felt the head pop in. I felt it worming about inside me, then with another thrust I felt it inch by inch invading my bowls.
I never took my eyes off his as he pushed into me and pulled out several times each time pushing into me just a bit deeper, deeper until finally I felt my doctor rubbing and grinding his balls against my bottom and a fullness like nothing I have ever felt before.
Then he began stroking his cock in and out, literally fucking my ass. No, really, he was really fucking my rectum and my entire insides with that huge black cock of his. I felt so incredibly crazy and was about to reach for my penis again, but he stopped me. I watched as he slipped the little plastic bottle over the little head of my little penis, as his thrusts lifted the lower half of my body off the table.
Each thrust into me was filled with amazing sensations as I felt like his cock was sliding between liver and k**neys, through coils of intestines, stroking my lungs causing me to gasp, and bumping my heart making it flutter and palpitate with lust for more.
Then it was withdrawn and I felt a void where he had filled me and did things to me as his wonderful cock, a cock I wish I could poses, a cock that would be an amazing thing to feel the insides of my wife like this, a cock that dances all around the insides of the one it is fucking. But when withdrawn it left such an emptiness.
Then it was thrust back and I could feel it again as I felt his balls grinding into my rump and did my best to grind myself back against them. In and out like this, in and out, again and again, as he drove the air from my lungs and the reason from my mind and all that was left of me was this body of fuckable flesh, full of desire to do this and only this again and again and again.
I felt him stop deep inside me and so I worked my ass in circles around him as he continued to look me in the eyes. I was practically standing in the stirrups with only my shoulders and neck on the table. I came to the realization he was no longer fucking me with his big long wonderful black cock, no, now I was fucking him with my hungry bottom.
I didn’t care anymore. I was so hungry to fuck and be fucked and feel the orgasm, not just my orgasm but I wanted to feel him orgasm, feel this amazing cock thrust in and explode with a violent crescendo.
Then he started to fuck me again, and his pace got faster. My ass felt a heat that radiated out through my body out to my arms and legs, out to my hands and feet, out to my fingers and toes.
Then I heard him say, “Now Mr. Smith, close your eyes.” I did and tossed my head back, my hands gripped the bar as I braced for impact, and with all my senses I felt his hard fast pounding thrusts throughout my insides, I could feel his soft skin slipping over his hard shaft the slippery sheathed flesh sliding through my stretched muscle and deep into my entire body.
I felt the throbbing of his cock as he thrust deep into me, and held himself as deep inside me as he could get, and I felt him swelling and pulsing and throbbing as his great cock danced about my insides.
Then as I felt him pull back, almost all the way out, and drive back in deep again like a ram hitting an opponent head on, This time I felt my ejaculate shoot out of me… as I knew at the same moment he was ejaculating deep inside me.
Again and again he bumped me like this, and with each of his rams I felt him shoot another load of his semen into me, and with each of his thrusts each and every time he drove another blast of my semen out of me into the little jar.
I still had hold of the bar and my feet in the stirrups and was breathing actually gasping for air, as I realized I must have passed out. I felt a wet swab wiping the jelly like lubricant from my bottom and then from my hiding turtle. I felt shame for what I had just done so I thought about keeping my eyes closed. But this was silly, as I had just shared this experience with this man.
So I opened my eyes, and to my horror I saw the pretty young black nurse wiping my nasty privates clean. OMG how embarrassing! I tried to cover myself, but she swatted my hand away and told me to please hold the bar. I did and closed my eyes as I felt her pinch the head of my turtle between thumb and forefinger and pull its neck out of the shell so she could swab the shaft.
I could feel my penis trying to pull back but she just pinched me all the harder, and said, “Mr. Smith, you need to relax. I’m going to shave you down here the next time you come in so this will be much easier. Please relax.”
I inhaled and willed myself to relax as best I could as I felt her return the cool wet swab to my now throbbing anus. Here she inserted her finger wrapped with the towelette. I don’t know which finger as I was way too embarrassed to look. I felt her tickling touch as she did her job.
Then she helped me out of the stirrups and off the table back onto my feet. She handed me my cloths and told me to dress, that she would be back in a minute to sign me out. It was all very businesslike from this point on.
She returned as I was tucking my shirt in and slipping my feet into my loafers. She had a clipboard in hand and had me sign a final form, then handed me a small square sheet, a prescription she explained, that would help with swelling, a hemorrhoidal cream.
I was escorted to the front desk where I was asked it next week would be okay. I asked what for, to which the nurse at the desk said, “For your follow up appointment.”
I wondered if I really wanted to ever come back to this clinic ever again, then said, “Ya, a week from today is fine.”
She said, “3 pm and you don’t need to fast for your follow up sir.”
I said thanks and left, wondering if I really would actually consider coming back knowing what I do about this place, this doctor, now. I reasoned I didn’t have to decide that now. I could go home and take a much needed nap.
I was fast asleep, dreaming of having a big fun cock to stroke and fuck with, when I was awakened by Anna my wife. She had found and picked up my prescription for me. She asked if I have hemorrhoids, stating she never heard me complain of them before.
I told her thanks, and no, I just have a rash from the exam and the doctor thought this might help. She was satisfied with this and left me to go back to sleep. I really wanted to, but my bottom ached, so I got up and went to the john to apply my soothing salve. It was sooo cool and pleasing.
I spent the week thinking about my ordeal. As I said, I’m not, let me repeat that I AM NOT GAY! But as the week passed I thought about how much better I feel now that I have started seeing my new doctor. Maybe I will go, just to see what happens at the follow up.
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Doctor’s diagnosis ‘GAY’ 2
Doctor’s diagnosis ‘GAY’ 2
Doc Holiday
I’m a man in my mid 50’s standing 5’10” at 220 pounds. My hair is salt & pepper and my skin is white with pink at the points of color; lips, finger & toe nails, nipples, & dick head.
I had a new insurance policy through my work forced upon me, thanks Obama, but figured I would just make the best of it. Little did I know how this change would alter my life. The first visit was, well, like no doctor visit I have ever experienced in my 50 plus years, I can tell you!
See, I had scheduled my annual physical a week ago with my new HMO doctor, a Doctor Jackson. I felt uneasy because I had gone to the same doctor for decades and now had to change. Boy what a change!
First he was not a little old white guy with a white lab coat and a stethoscope or thingy d****d over his neck. NO, he was a younger man, more my age, and he was big and black, very black. You know, the kind of black man that has blue black lips and a purple tongue. And there were other big significant differences in seeing this doctor. What an ordeal!
I spent the week thinking about my ordeal. As I said, I’m not, let me repeat that… I AM NOT GAY! But as the week passed I thought about how much better I feel now that I have started seeing my new doctor. I decided maybe I will go, just to see what happens at the follow up.
I could always walk out, change my HMO primary care physician. Still, let’s give it another chance. See what comes of this.
I was uneasy as I found myself once again thumbing through a magazine I hadn’t even looked at. I was wondering if it would be too shameful to face the man who had done that stuff to me, making me question my values, my manhood, my desires.
I flipped a page and wondered if I really actually enjoyed what happened. I tried to tell myself it was wrong, perverted, shameful, but a part of my brain kept saying ‘YES you know dammed well you liked it. You were begging him for it. And didn’t it feel wonderful throbbing with power in your hands?’
I turned another page and said in my head, ‘No, it’s stupid. Real men don’t like that kind of stuff.’ But then that part of my brain spoke up again, ‘Ya, but you like it, didn’t you?’ and as I flipped another unseen page I dealt with the conflict waging war in my brain, did I or didn’t I?
Before I knew it I was looking at the back page of the magazine in my lap, and wondering if I should get up and go, should I run right now as fast and as far as I could go to get away from all this, all these questions churning around in my brain.
Before I could decide I was called to the counter by the pretty black attendant there. She has a gorgeous smile, although I feel it was saying more than ‘Hi Mr. Smith,’ probably more like, ‘Hi man with the shameful little turtle penis. How embarrassing it must be to be you with that little itty bitty penis.’ I smiled back, hoping she just meant hello.
She told me to go into the examination area, the hall with all the doors. There I found the pretty young black nurse. Her name is Joy, how fitting. She too has a gorgeous smile and a mouth that looks large for her face. She has orange sized breasts and a fat bottom. Mind you, it is a pretty kind of fat bottom, round and firm, just a bit larger than any white women I know.
She had me step onto the scale and stand tall. I could tell her I hadn’t gained an inch since she had seen me last week. I might be a pound lighter as I was on a diet, but even that wouldn’t be a big change, not in just one week.
She wrote in her note pad and showed me to an exam room, where she told me to take off my cloths and sit on the table. This time she didn’t leave the room, but sat at the computer with her back to me.
I waited a minute before realizing she was not going to leave the room, and that she expected me to do as I was told. So I did.
I know she heard me climb onto the table as the paper crinkled under my rump. She kept on typing info into some forms, now and again changing screens then resuming her pecking with 2 fingers.
I had sat there naked behind her for about 10 minutes when Doctor Jackson knocked and entered the room. He greeted me and we shook hands. Then he got down to it.
He explained my screening looked good, my blood sugar is a bit high, and he feels I need to take Metformin twice a day. He said my sperm count looks average but my testosterone was just a bit low. I knew it!
He asked me how I feel, and I told him I feel great. He told me he understands how confusing and disrupting it can feel changing doctors after being in the care of one for so long, and then asked if I felt comfortable with him.
I said, “I believe so. I’m just, about last, well…”
Doctor Jackson asked, “With your old doctor Mr. Smith, if he told you to do something, did you second guess him, try to reason with him, or argue with him, or did you do what he said because you felt you could trust him to take care of you, to have your best interests at heart?”
I said, “Oh I trusted him. No question.”
He said, “Mr. Smith, can you put your trust in me the same way? I’m wanting your trust. I need you to feel so comfortable with my suggestions that you will just agree to do them without thinking too hard about it. Can you find it in you to trust me like this, like you trusted your last doctor?”
I said, “Well, I guess if I feel you mean well, I mean have my best…”
He interrupted me, “Do you think you’re going to have to think about what I say, or would you like to feel free enough to just submit your will to me for the time you are here in my facility?”
I said, “Well, I guess I…”
He said, “I know you have to maintain control at your work, and at home, and especially while driving you have to be alert and in total control. It’s like you’re always in charge, responsible for everything, and you never get a chance just to let someone else take charge for a while, a little while just to let you unwind and relax.”
I said, “Yes, I do all that.”
“Well,” he said, “if you feel you can trust me to take good care of you, I would be honored to be your doctor Mr. Smith. But only if you feel you can submit yourself into my charge.”
I said, “I trust you.”
He said, “Okay, let’s see about that testicle issue we discussed last week,” as he sat on the stool and swiveled toward me. He said, “Hands to the celling and up on your toes please.”
I felt so awkward standing naked like this, as Doctor Jackson took my testicle in his dark hand and manipulated it about like he was rubbing a rabbit foot. He said, “Joy, note that his left testicle has a fatty tubule but I don’t feel any hard lumps. The right is normal. Keep an eye on this for any change. We may have to remove one or both in the future if necessary. Thank you.”
He then said, “Mr. Smith, may I call you Tom?” I nodded, so he continued, “Well Tom, this is not serious, and if we do decide to remove the testicles it is not an issue as you have your family and aren’t planning on having more c***dren are you?”
I said, “No, but is it serious?”
He said, “No, not at this time. We will keep an eye on this and if the time comes we will be able to do it here in the office with local anesthetics. It’s just better to be safe than sorry. If you notice any hard lumps here,” as he squeezed my balls, “Or in your chest, men get breast cancer too, so it is something we should always be on the lookout for.”
With that he rose, slid behind me so he was leaning against the table. I still had my hands in the air and was up on my tip toes, as I felt him move his hands around my chest and over my breasts.
I have man breasts. My younger sister joked once that she wished her breasts were as big and firm as mine. That hurt as much as my wife calling my penis a turtle.
So here I was on my tip toes with my hands in the air with this black doctor feeling up my chest, squeezing them and pinching my nipples causing me to flinch. I did my best not to squeal like a little girl in front of Joy, but it was so hard as I squirmed in mild agony.
I fell back into Doctor Jackson’s body and felt his semi-hard cock rubbing against my bottom through his scrubs, as I wiggled against him.
He said, “Note I feel no lumps in the breasts at this time, but there seems to be acute sensitivity here,” as he really pinched both nipples like the old titty-twisters we used to give each other as k**s. He was saying, “This could be an indicator so we should watch this too.”
Joe swiveled around to see me as I wiggled my naked body against my doctor’s while he needed my breasts like flower dough. I turned my head so I wouldn’t have to see her seeing me like this, as she asked, “Was it the left testicle doctor?”
I felt her reach between my legs, me still on tip-toes, well trying that is, as she felt my left testicle and then began to give it a firm squeeze while my nipples were being assaulted again.
She said, “Doctor, his penis is getting hard again. Do you want me to take care of it?” I remembered the last time she took care of it, she pinched the head of it and made it shrivel away in a heartbeat.
I groaned, “No, please don’t? I’m sorry.”
The doctor said, “No thanks Joy. That will be all for now. How about getting the tray.” As he released me and she left the room. He moved out from behind me and said, “Up on the table Tom.”
I was so thankful she was gone. I slid up week kneed onto the table, hands over my hard little penis.
He said, “Let’s get you situated,” as he once again got the stirrups out and mounted onto the table. He said, “I hope I didn’t give you a hemorrhoid last visit, let’s take a look.”
He put my bare feet into the stirrups and had me slide to the end of the table. I expected him to examine me down there when he turned and went to the door. He opened it and stepped out into the hall. A second later the door opened again but in came Joy with a rolling cart covered with things under a towel.
I got scared thinking she was about to cut my nuts off, when she saw my wide eyes and told me, “Relax Mr. Smith. I’m just going to shave you. I told you I would next time you were here, remember?”
I exhaled and nodded my head as my little penis disappeared inside me, hiding its head. I then felt her lather me with a foam from a can, sc**** the hair from my entire crotch with a razor, and wipe me clean with a hot wet towel, before patting me dry.
The sensation of having all my hair removed down there was nakedness I could have never imagined. I could feel her warm breath as she worked. The shaved skin was so super sensitive.
And watching her dark brown delicate fingers touching me and treating me to this delight was too much, and once again my turtle stuck his neck out long and hard. I closed my eyes but this just made it worse as I focused on what I felt and this was her warm breath wafting around my naked crotch.
I told you how a simple haircut can put me in a euphoric trance, didn’t I? Well, this was the haircut of all haircuts!
I was beginning to wonder if the doctor was going to check my prostate again, and I felt hope along with desire welling up inside me as Joy lulled me into my trance.
I was hoping the doctor wouldn’t be long, when the door opened and in he came. He walked up behind Joy and said, “Nice work nurse. I’ll take it from here.”
I don’t know why but I expected her to leave so we could well, maybe do something. She didn’t though. She swiveled her stool around and moved back to her computer again. The doctor pushed the tray to the wall and sat in the other stool, then moved in between my spread thighs.
He said, “Joy, lift the chest please.” She got up and stepped on a button or peddle on the floor and I felt the table lifting me into a sitting position. This was a little uncomfortable as my knees drew closer to my chest.
He said, “Tom, I’d like you to hold the bar please.” I lifted my hands over my head and grabbed the bar there behind.
I was in a crunch position with my newly shaved privates in this black man’s face. I was so ashamed I turned my head and closed my eyes. Then I felt his fingers gently touching my sphincter pressing and poking it as I heard him hem and haw about how it looked just fine.
He then asked me if I would like my prostate checked again like last week. I peeked out one eye to see if Joy heard and possibly understood what he was asking, or was it our secret code between just him and me. She didn’t flinch or move.
I thought about it for a minute when he said, “Remember Tom, you said you were going to trust me and let me be in charge. Well, am I in charge?”
I said, “Yes. Please check my prostate again.”
He said, “Joy, you’re in med school correct?” I could see her nod, as he said, “I want you to perform a prostate exam on Mr. Smith.”
I closed my eyes as I heard her turn and get up. Next I felt her presence between my thighs, and my penis ping to attention. Then I heard the sound of the jelly lubricant as it farted out of the bottle and I assumed into her hand. Then I felt her wonderful so feminine little fingers as they smeared the jelly around my anus and then invaded my guts.
I also felt the doctor standing by my side as he place his hand behind my head and said, “Watch this Tom.”
I opened my eyes to see this gorgeous creature with her hand in my crotch and I could feel her fingers slipping deeper into me. She had 2 inside me as I watched her. Then I noticed she was watching me, looking into my face, and her smile was so gorgeous I couldn’t help the reactive squeeze of my rectum.
She said, “Mr. Smith, that hurts. Please relax.”
The doctor said, “Try using 3 fingers.” Then I felt her pull out until she could insert 3, then when she pushed back in I felt the stretch and wanted to shy away, look away, and Doctor Jackson pulled my head toward him, face toward him and whispered, “Close your eyes Tom.” So I did.
Now I willed myself to relax so I wouldn’t squeeze her fingers again. I felt my head cradled in the doctors arm. I could smell him as I felt Joy begin to stroke the spot inside me making me moan softly into the doctor’s armpit.
He said, “Would you like Joy to masturbate you while she does this?” I nodded my head unable to verbalize my desire.
I couldn’t believe this was really happening to me. I had a wild youth with lots of girlfriends and a good amount of sex, but this, this was out of this world, and it was really happening right here right now to me.
I heard him say, “Joy, have you learned to milk the prostate along with masturbation?”
I heard her soft voice say, “Yes doctor.”
He said, “I’m going to lower the table. This will make it more comfortable for you Tom.” And as he spoke I felt the table slowly descending as the internal motor hummed. I felt his hand still holding my head keeping me facing him.
He said, “Tom just relax and do what I tell you to. You trust me, or you wouldn’t be here right now. You enjoyed feeling my cock last week. Say it.”
I started to look toward Joy, but he held my head toward him and said, “Don’t open your eyes Tom. It’s just you and me. Relax and enjoy feeling your prostate being massaged while your little penis is being masturbated. Now tell me you like hearing me call it your little penis and that you like my big black cock.”
I did like the massaging and masturbating and I was getting some kind of horny and I felt I did want to please this man who was making me feel so many new and wonderful sensations. I whispered, “Yes I like it.”
He said, “Tom, please tell me you like my big black cock. I can’t hear you when you whisper.”
I said louder but not much, “Yes Doctor Jackson I like your big black cock.”
He said, “That’s my boy. Do you like it when I call your penis a little penis? You know Joy has a clitoris almost as big as your little penis. Would you rather I refer to your penis as your big clitoris? There is pride in being bigger. Tell me you want me to call your penis your big clitoris.”
I felt Joy’s fingers inside me while also wrapped around me stroking me into a thrill, as I thought about her having a big black clitoris nearly as big as my penis. I remembered wishing I could be big, and so I said, “Yes doctor, I want you to call it my big clitoris.”
I felt him grip my hand closest to him and pull it free from the bar. Then he pulled it down to my belly, and with his other hand he pulled my face even closer to him. I still had my eyes closed but I could feel him right there.
My nose touched the cloth of his scrubs as Joy worked me into a frenzy. I felt I was about to cum when I felt my doctor moving my hand again, this time up to his belly and the top of his pants. I also felt his cock moving inside his pants now pressed close to my cheek.
I didn’t mind, I like his big black cock and the feeling of rapture Joy was giving me. I was moments away from shooting my load as I felt him hook my fingers over the top of his pants near his belly.
I heard him say, “Stop,” and felt Joy’s hands come to a complete standstill. She was still inside me and around me but it was totally motionless, and therefore all sensation of my building orgasm faded quickly.
He then said, “Tom, feel that string? Pull it and you can play with my big black cock. Would you like this?”
I groaned with slipping desire and growing hunger, “Yes.” I felt the string and pulled it. I felt the pants drop and then the smell of this man’s cock, earthy and musky and moist filled my sinuses as I felt it slither like a great snake beside my cheek once more, now free and naked as I was.
I moved my hand to it and took it into my fingers and began to stroke it, the way I want to be stroked.
I rubbed my cheek against it and rubbed my thumb up under the head of it. I heard my doctor ask, “Would you like joy to start again?”
I nodded my head as a breath of air escaped my lips and sounded like the word ‘Yes.”
I expected it to happen right away but I heard him say, “Put it in your mouth Tom. Pretend you’re sucking your thumb. Go ahead Tom, do it, and I will tell her to continue.”
I didn’t think about it, I didn’t care. All I wanted was to feel Joy doing what she was doing to me, doing it again. So I pulled down on the shaft and plopped the big bulbous head into my mouth.
The taste was salty but not too. It was earthy too, if that means anything. How can I describe the taste of my doctor to you? How would I describe red to a blind man. Not that you’re blind but that I wouldn’t know really where to start.
I can say it was just a bit salty like licking your skin after a hard run while the sweat is fresh. His cock was wet and slippery, but not slimy. Just kind of juicy wet and slippery like pussy gets when its teased.
I was nursing on the head while Joy resumed her treatment of my lower body. I sucked on it like a lollypop and enjoyed the juices it rewarded me with. These were kind of tangy with just a hint of salt, and the smell of a woman’s sweet sweat.
Then I licked the shaft like an ice-cream-cone, and enjoyed the saltier taste, not as juicy but addicting like eating potato chips. I returned to sucking on the head and swapped back and forth for several minutes.
Then I felt my doctor pull away, as he said, “Stop,” again, and I felt Joy pull away also. I was so naked and vulnerable and hungry for their attention. Then I felt both their hands lifting my feet from the stirrups, sliding me up on the table, rolling me to my side, I was guided to the top of the table now on my knees.
My shoulders slumped to rest on my hands, my head hung off the end with no were to rest. I felt Joy position my knees shoulder width apart I assume, and my bare bottom now high in the air. Then I felt her fingers enter me again.
This time it felt like 4 fingers, but she had little hands so it wasn’t really bad, just very filling. I felt my doctor move into place in front of me as he asked, “Tom, may I fuck your face with my big black cock?”
I opened my eyes to see it in my face and the head of it just touching my lips. I stuck out my tongue and again was addicted as I said to the salty taste, so I took the head in my lips and felt it rubbing the roof of my mouth.
I heard him ask again, “Tom, may I fuck your face with my big black cock?” I thought this was more than enough of an answer as I swirled my tongue around the head, but he wanted me to say it.
I felt Joy’s fingers stroking my insides, her fingers also stroking my little penis, and knew she would hear this as I pulled my mouth off his cock and said, “Please Doctor Jackson, fuck my face with your big black cock.” I felt Joy’s fingers dance with joy inside me as I finished my plea.
I felt him take the sides of my head in both his hands, “Take a deep breathe Tom and don’t try to breathe until I stop. Tap my thigh when you feel you need air.”
With that I felt him move his cock head into my lips. I swirled my tongue around digging it under his foreskin and licking that spot just under the head. Then I took a big deep breathe and held it a second, the blew it out a moment before I felt him thrusting this huge salami in through my lips, in past my mouth, and down past my uvula and gag reflex point.
I choked and gulped and felt tears welling up in my eyes. And for a very long moment he held it here deep in my chest well past my clavicle. The gag reflex stopped but I felt I was choking, in need of air, so I tapped his thigh.
He said, “Joy, only prostate now,” and I felt her hand removed from my penis.
He said, “You did good Tom. Let’s do it again.” Again I swirled the head under the foreskin and tickled that place under the head. Again I breathed in and out and felt him slide past the gag point and under my collar bone, and deep into my chest.
This time when he reached the point his balls were bumping my chin I felt him pull out a few inches and then back in to bump, then out a few inches then in to bump. We did this several times before I patted his leg again.
My eyes were running with tears, although I felt no pain. My mouth was drawling copious amounts of saliva as if dripped off this man’s cock. I didn’t wait for him this time. I plunged forward driving him back to his deepest point and started to rock with my entire body as I fucked this man’s wonderful cock in my throat.
I realized I was fucking him with all my desires and all my body as I forced his cock to stroke deep inside me. This was the second time in a week I had actually fucked this man, first with my ass and now with my throat.
I know I profess to be NOT GAY, but its conflicting when I feel so wonderful at these moments. Still I don’t like to see men kiss or even really do anything together, but I sure do love feeling this.
I felt my penis tingling and it felt like I had to pee, so when I tapped his leg for air, I said, “I’m sorry. I have to pee.”
He said, “That’s normal with prostate milking. Keep sucking my cock and I will tell you what to do.” So I lowered my lips onto him again and felt him slide back into me again and this time he gripped my head and began long slow strokes.
I felt him pull out so just the head was between my lips where I swirled my tongue and gulped a little breath. Then he slid deep and ground his pubic bone under my nose, then out for a small gulp of air then in again, out and in and out and in. This was good fucking and my eyes were watering and my saliva was spilling off his balls and down my chin and even out of my nose.
I heard him say, “Do you still feel like you need to pee Tom?” I nodded my head while squeezing his bottom pulling him into me, while trying not to make a mess by peeing all over the place.
He said, “Relax Tom, let it go.”
I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to relax, and then it began to run. I could feel it draining through my penis and out the slit in the head, but it wasn’t the torrent of pee I expected. It was slow and thick and steady and I felt my balls retract with each stroke of Joy’s fingers on my prostate.
I felt my doctor’s cock stroking in and out of me again and I snatched little breaths now and then but I was so enraptured with this feeling I didn’t want him to ever pull out of my throat. I loved him.
I stopped worrying about air and concentrated on the feeling of orgasmic euphoria filling me as I experienced a long steady draining from my balls that went on for ever it felt like, and then this delicious sensation of being fucked right here before my eyes where I could watch the entire process.
I felt my doctor speed up and shorten his strokes so he was bumping my chin quickly now, and although I felt I needed air soon I didn’t want to interrupt his moment of pleasure, so I closed my eyes tight and ignored the choking need for air and forced myself to relax.
He thrust in deep and held me tightly as I felt his entire cock swell from my lips through my mouth and in my throat, while I felt the cum he was about to launch pass over my lower lip over my tongue down my throat and then the next swelling shot.
He blasted 2 loads so quickly and so deep inside me I never had a chance to taste it. But then he pulled back and I felt the length of his cock being drawn out of my chest out of my throat and finally the head just inside my lips as he let loose the rest of his ejaculate.
This I tasted as it filled my mouth with its salty acrid flavor. It washed over my teeth and bathed my tongue and just as I was thinking about spitting it out I felt him pushing back into me for a final deep fucking.
I can’t explain it other than to say the feeling of lusty desire overpowered my desire to spit, and once again I was enjoying this man as he fucked my throat for another few minutes.
Again I was spent and felt myself being rolled onto my back, slid down so I was well on the table, and finally felt my feet lifted back into the stirrups. I dozed off.
I awoke to the cool dabbing of a wet cloth again. Again I awoke to find Joy cleaning me below. I didn’t care if she saw me like this now. She had seen the worst. Then she moved to my head and wiped my face, my swollen lips and snotty nose.
She helped me out of the stirrups and off the table again before handing me my cloths and leaving me alone once again.
I had my shoes on and my shirt tucked in this time when she came back in. She was all smiles as she said, “Very nice exam today Mr. Smith. Thank you for letting me help. I need it for school.”
I smiled back and said, “My pleasure dear. Any time.”
She said, “Really? I can’t say thanks enough. I hope I, we can do it again soon sir.”
I said, “Me too young lady.”
She led the way out and to the front desk and the attendant there asked if a week from today would be good. I asked, “Good for what? Another follow up?”
She said, “The doctor said he would like to treat you for arthritis. He doesn’t have any prescriptions, but he probably feels massage therapy will do. He is one doctor that prefers not to medicate every problem. So a week from today Mr. Smith? Say 3 pm like today?”
I said I would put it on my calendar. I know I keep saying I’m not gay, and I still love having sex with my wife, and I really don’t enjoy seeing any gay activity, but let me tell you… I just can’t wait to see what I’m in for next week.
I care, so if you like this or you don’t, please take a minute to leave a comment.
I am a man in my 50’s standing 5’10” at 220 pounds. My hair is salt & pepper and my skin is white with pink at the points of colour; lips, finger & toe nails, nipples, & dick head.
I had a new insurance policy forced upon me by the president of the country, but figured I would make the best of it. Little did I know how this change would alter my life.
I scheduled my annual physical with the new HMO doctor, a Doctor Jackson, forced upon me under the new changes, and waited in the lobby to be called back into an examination room. I felt a bit uneasy as I had been going to my old doctor for decades and now had to expose myself to a new one. I realized as I sat here that I didn’t even know if this was a man or a woman about to see me.
This made me uneasy as I found myself thumbing through a magazine I hadn’t even looked at the first page of. I was wondering if it would be a woman, and if so what she would think about my diminutive sized penis. My wife jokes about it being my turtle, “Look, your turtle is in his shell again,” she would joke, not realizing how much that hurt.
I was called to the counter by the black attendant there, to fill out some more forms, and then again to go give blood and a urine sample. I bleed fine but when I pee it can be messy as my penis tries to shy away from my hand and pee everywhere. It is so fucking shameful some times. Mind you, when it is hard it is 5 and a half inches and thicker than my thumb, but I guess that’s nothing to brag about either. Still it gave me 2 wonderful k**s.
I find it less messy to sit and pee. I know, ‘like a girl,’ but it works and beets having a wet stain on my pants as I wait for the exam. Besides, behind closed doors who’s the wiser?
I did these tasks and placed the capped cup of pee in the window designated. I exited the lavatory and found the black nurse waiting for me. I didn’t think anything of it, most offices had a mix of blacks and whites working in them. This office even had an oriental woman taking the blood. It’s not prejudice that had me note the colors of these people. It was the events that follow that opened my eyes to the significance of color.
Anyway, she picked up my warm cup of pee and pointed me to the scales. She put the cup in another window and had me stand tall on the scale so she could measure my height and weight, and record them in my new file.
She then had me enter an exam room and told me to take off all my cloths and sit on the table. She pulled the door closed behind her and I did as instructed.
I had sat there on the cold crinkly paper surface for about 10 minutes when there was a knock at the door, and the nurse stepped in. I quickly covered up as she sat in the chair with her back to me and tapped out some info into the computer there. She spun around and told me to stand.
I stood up still covered and tried to look at the pictures on the walls as she said, “I’m going to perform a hernia test, okay Mr. Smith?”
I said, “Uh well I guess…”
She told me to put my hands behind my head and tilt my head back. I did and I thought I heard a snicker, but didn’t look to confirm. I felt her warm fingers on my testicles as she held first one then the other, then I felt her fingers press up inside as she said, “Please turn your head to the left and cough.”
I did this and she moved her fingers and had me turn my head the other way and cough again. She returned to the computer and began typing again. I stood there with my hands behind my head, like a dunce.
She turned again ad asked, “When your penis gets hard Mr. Smith, does it get much bigger than this?” as she spoke she began squeezing the gland and pulling it out to see how long it would stretch.
I said, “It gets bigger,” as I felt it growing to the stimulation, just when I really hoped it wouldn’t. All I needed was a stupid hard on here in front of this pretty young black woman. I tried to will it not to grow, but it was impossible as she pulled and tweaked it between her warm fingers.
She said, “I would like to get a measurement of it erect for the records,” as I felt the fingers of her other hand begin to massage my balls too. I closed my eyes as I felt the blood rush into it and swell it to its proud 90% stance.
She turned and went to the counter where the jars of cotton and tongue depressors were, and returned with a ruler that she place but up against my pubic bone, “Hum, 5 inches.”
She removed it and I felt a sigh of relief escape my lips as I thought this embarrassment was over, but then she said, “Turn to the side.”
I did, and felt her slide the ruler under my balls and back, as I felt the fingers of her other hand sliding between the cheeks of my bottom. I know I was beat red with shame now.
Her fingers poked at my bottom until they found my asshole, as I squealed, “Is this really necessary?”
She said, “Please Mr. Smith, hold still while I do this. Yes it is critical for our records.”
I felt one of her fingers find the bud of my sphincter as she slid the ruler back to that finger, then with the thumb of her other hand she pressed the head of my penis down to the ruler and said, “6.5 inches.”
I said, “I don’t remember ever having to…”
She said, “Mr. Smith, they probably did it or possible guestimated the measurements, but I assure you they were in your previous records.”
I asked, “Then didn’t you get copies from my last doctor?”
She said, “It is my job to verify everything sir. You wouldn’t want me to lose my job would you?”
I said, “Oh no, sorry,” as I felt her sliding the ruler out from under my balls.
As soon as she had turned to drop the ruler back in a drawer I covered my privates up with my hands again. She turned and told me to put my hands out to the sides. I did. She said, “Sorry Mr. Smith. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Here, let me take care of that for you,” as she reached down to my hard little penis and gave it a nasty hard pinch.
I yelped and covered it up and backed away from her as she smiled at me and said, “The doctor will be in in a few minutes. Please sit on the table,” before she pulled the door closed behind her once more.
I looked down to see my turtle had shrunk and crawled back into his shell again. She knew what she was doing, that’s for sure.
A few minutes later I heard another knock at the door and again it opened this time before my new doctor, Doctor Jackson. He is a big powerful looking black man with dark skin and blue black lips.
I felt small and pail in his presence. He held out his hand and I shook it while covering myself with the other. He said, “So, Mr. Smith, how are you feeling?”
I said, “I feel fine. Just in for my annual physical.”
He said, “That’s good. At our age we need to stay on top of our health. I see you have an elevated heart rate and plod pressure. Is this unusual?”
I said, “I guess so.”
He said, “Probably because Beverley took it. She can get my heart rate up too. Let’s see, it says here you have no hernia but she noted an odd feeling in the left teste. I’d like to take a look at that. Please stand up,” as he sat in the stool and turned toward me.
I stood up and looked at the walls again. I felt his big fingers take my testicle and need it like he was feeling an egg for cracks. He hummed and squeezed before asking, “Does this hurt?”
I said no as I tried to stand still. I felt his other hand grasp my other testicle and begin the same examination with delicate squeezes and rubs.
He said, “Spread your knees and squat just a bit for me,” and as I did I felt the fingers moved to the place under my balls where the shaft of my penis extends back to, and begin to rub there.
I was so embarrassed as I felt my penis beginning to get hard again. I thought, “Oh no, not again, this is soooo embarrassing!” I tried to rock my hips back a bit just enough to get control and keep it from happening.
He asked, “Does that hurt?”
I said, “No, it’s just a bit uncomfortable.” I lied to hide my shame but it was impossible to do as he was looking right at my little penis growing right in front of him. Dammit!
I wanted to put my hands down and cover myself, but I had to stand there while he checked me out. He said, “I don’t think you have a problem here. Your one teste is a little larger than the other, but I don’t feel any abnormalities I’m concerned with.”
I let out a sigh of relief at that news but felt my penis grow ridged as I let down my resolve to control it. His fingers had stopped massaging my scrotum and the region thereof and he turned his back to me just as it popped to attention.
I covered up and forced it to point down hoping this would make it go away.
He turned back and said, “Okay Mr. Smith, I want you to get on the table on your left side, that’s it, pull this knee up to your chest, good, now I’m going to examine your prostate.”
I felt his finger touch my sphincter and smear some jelly like lubricant around it before pressing at the hole. He pressed and stopped and pressed and stopped and pressed. This time I felt the finger slip in through the hole into my bowls. It didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable some.
I felt him pushing in deeper and twisting then a pleasant tingling sensation in my penis causing it to grow firm once again. I hadn’t gotten this hard this much in months, and now it was happening all in one day her at the hands of these strangers.
I moaned and my hips rocked a bit, just a little bit, but enough to let him see my reaction to his touch. He asked, “Does that feel pleasant Mr. Smith?”
I said, “It’s okay.”
He continued to, I guess, stroke my prostate and the sensation had me practically moaning with pleasure as I felt my sphincter squeezing around his finger. He said, “Relax Mr. Smith, I need to use 2 fingers to get a better feel.”
I felt his finger pulling out of me and my asshole squeezing with an odd pleasurable sensation I kind of liked, while simultaneously scolding myself for feeling this way.
Then I felt his finger slip free and my asshole squeeze closed. I actually felt sad it was over. Like that feeling I get when I get a haircut and when they tell me it’s done, that feeling. I love the feel of the fingers and clippers doing their little massages on my scalp. Anyway, that’s the same feeling of remorse that the pleasurable entertainment is over.
I then felt more lubricant being applied to my anus and rubbed in, this time with 2 fingers. I then felt the light pressure of the fingertip on my sphincter then off then on and then it slipped in. This time when it entered I felt additional pressure as the second finger worked its way in beside, forcing the muscle to open much wider. The doctor has thick fingers.
I pulled my knee up tighter to my chest as I felt his fingers hold this position allowing me to adjust to the invasion. As I acclimatized to the sensation, from pain to pleasure I rocked my bottom back forcing my sphincter to accept more.
He noticed my reaction and said, “Okay Mr. Smith, I’m going to examine your prostate again so try and relax.” His gingers slipped in past the second knuckle and I felt them stroking me again causing my penis to tingle and grow hard again and again I unexpectedly moaned my pleasure.
Doctor Jackson did this for several minutes and finally said, “I don’t know,” as I felt him pull his fingers from me, causing me to slip back into that mellow depression I mentioned before. I was wondering what he meant by, “I don’t know?”
He told me to roll to my back and I did, while moving my hands to cover my hard little penis. I looked at him as he said, “Would you mind if I get a better position? I can feel your prostate, but it’s small and I need a different position to get a better feel, if you don’t mind. I am sorry for the inconvenience, but it better to be sure about these things.”
I said, “Yes, it’s okay. What do you want me to do?” as I felt my hard on soften and my turtle return to its shell. I felt better this way even if embarrassed at my meager endowment, better than if I was sporting an erection exposing my pleasure with his touch.
He said, “Relax while I get set up.” As he talked I watched him duck down and open a drawer under the table and pull out some contraption. He explained, “We use these for giving women pelvic examinations. Here, put your foot here in this stirrup.”
As I did this he retrieved and mounted the other one and helped me place my other foot in it. He then told me to grab the bar behind my head and pull myself up a bit. When I did this he told me to just keep holding it.
I watched in fear as he put more lubricant on his fingers, this time the middle and ring finger, and then felt them press then enter my anus again and sink past the second knuckles again. I just knew my stupid penis was going to grow hard again and shame me to no end before this doctor, this black man. So I did the only thing I could think of. I closed my eyes.
As I felt the fingers stroking me again, causing those tingling feelings again, causing my penis to throb and tingle and grow again, and I gripped the bar tighter as my hips started to do an uncontrollable undulation around this man’s fingers.
With my eyes squeezed closed I could feel my penis thrusting in the air as I felt liquid oozing out of it and down my shaft, all because this black man was wiggling his fingers inside my bottom. He was just doing a natural prostate exam, but to me he was sexually stimulating me like crazy and I felt both shame and amazing pleasure.
“Mr. Smith,” I heard him say, “Are you okay?” I must have had a look of pain on my face as I was squeezing every muscle in my body.
I opened my eyes to look at him and said, “Yes, it’s just a bit uncomfortable.”
He said, “I see you’re sexually stimulated by this. Would you mind if we get a semen and testosterone sample while we’re at it?”
I couldn’t answer as he continued to stroke my insides sending tingling sensations throughout my body especially into my now raging hard penis. All I could do was nod my head as I closed my eyes again.
He said, “Mr. Smith, I’m going to get a sample bottle. I want you to masturbate while I get it but be careful not to ejaculate until I return.”
I looked at him as he tilted his head toward my erect penis and pulled his fingers from my rectum. He kept his eyes locked to mine as he willed me to lower my right hand and wrap the fingers around my prick, smearing the gooey liquids all over it before reclosing my eyes.
As he left the room I heard him say, “Now be careful not to ejaculate.” I nodded my head.
In a minute he returned with a small jar in hand, about the size of a baby-food jar. He removed the lid and set it by my side.
Then he asked me to look at him while I continued to stroke my penis. This was very hard to do as I lay totally naked looking at this black man standing between my thighs while I fisted my penis. Talk about embarrassing!
I did it but it was hard. Then he asked, “Do you feel shame with this little penis of yours?”
I couldn’t say it, but I nodded my head to confirm what he suspected.
He said, “I see you are circumcised too. Have you ever wondered Mr. Smith how it would feel to masturbate your penis and it be huge and feel the foreskin slipping back to expose the large glans then slipping back inside with each stroke?” As he talked he was squeezing more lubricant onto his fingers again.
I looked at him and didn’t know how to answer, I wanted to say yes, but it felt so nasty wrong to admit something like this. I felt him move his fingers to my anus again and I lifted my bottom to give him better access. I wished I had a big dick, no a real cock instead of this little penis of mine to stroke and yes even feel the foreskin slipping off and onto the head.
I felt him press then stop then press then the fingers slipped inside me again and I felt my penis begin to throb, as he said, “Let go. Stop masturbating.”
I didn’t want to. I wanted to cum as I felt his fingers stroking my insides. But he said “Stop! Remove your hand and answer my question Mr. Smith.”
I removed my hand looked into his eyes. What question?
He said, “Have you ever wondered how it would feel to masturbate a huge penis and feel the foreskin slipping back to expose the large glans then slipping back inside with each stroke?” I stared to close my eyes again when he said, “No Mr. Smith. Look at me, keep looking at me until I tell you to close your eyes.”
I nodded my head as I locked my eyes on his. He said, “No Mr. Smith. Tell me the answer.”
I said as I looked into his eyes, “Yes I wish I had a big cock sometimes instead of this,” as I felt myself begin to reach again for my little raging hard penis but stopped as he indicated with his look, “and I can’t imagine what it would be like to be uncircumcised but I have wondered.”
I felt his fingers begin to stroke me again and I lowered my head while keeping my eyes open and on his. I wanted to close them, to grab my penis and stroke it, to ejaculate so badly now as this big black man did things to me I had never felt before. My hips began to undulate again working my anus around his fingers as I looked into his eyes.
He asked, “Would you like to masturbate a big cock and feel the foreskin like we just talked about?”
I was getting so horny and yes I would love to experience that, so I said, “YES! I would.”
I was watching him as he continued to stroke my insides driving me insane with sexual hunger, even this perverse idea of stroking a big uncircumcised cock had me quivering with desire. His other hand moved from my knee to below my crotch and then in a moment his hand came back to my knee.
I watched as he said, “Give me your hand,” as he held his hand out to take mine and pull it toward my hungry penis. I thought he was going to let me finish this. I wanted this so badly! I kept my eyes on his as his hand pulled mine lower.
Then I felt a nudge and then something sliding up under my balls, and then pushing them apart as this thing slid up between my body and his. Then I saw it.
I watched as the black snake like cock with the head sleeved in blue-black skin rose from my balls behind my own penis. It rose to the same height but looked twice, no three times thicker. Then it rose some more.
I watched it as it rose over twice as tall as my little penis and I could feel the doctor’s balls rubbing mine, his pubic hair tickling mine, and his hand pulling my hand toward it.
Then he let go. I had the choice to stop, but I didn’t, well only for a moment. But then I continued to reach out and grasp his huge cock, and felt it with my fingers as I gripped it and regripped it and noticed as I fisted it my fingers didn’t meet around it. When I fist my penis my turtle gets lost.
This wonderful huge black cock was so soft for looking so menacing. It was so solid inside and thick. I pulled down on it and felt the skin pulling down as I watched the sleeve of flesh expose the great purple head inside.
I don’t know why, I’m not gay, but for some strange reason I really wanted to touch this too, but my other hand was still on the bar behind my head.
I looked at him inquiringly, and he nodded his head. So I let loose the bar and moved my other hand to the cock in my hand, my fingers to the head now slick with pre-cum. I slipped the foreskin up and played with it swirling my finger around under it between it and the head inside.
I looked back into the eyes of my doctor as I rubbed the base of my small shaft against the base of his wonderfully enormous very thick meaty shaft, and moaned. I wanted to say thank you, but how could I do this?
He let me do this for several minutes before he reached for a package on the counter. He opened it and handed me the content. I had to let go of the oozing gooey nob to take it.
I found it to be a large slippery very sheer condom, and I looked from it to him. He said, “Put it on me Mr. Smith.”
I had to use 2 hands to do this and really hated to let go of my new huge throbbing piece of manhood, but I finally did. I don’t know what I was thinking, I probably wasn’t as I rolled it over the head and worked it down the length of the shaft.
As I said, I wasn’t really thinking about it, about why he would be putting on a condom, but I have to admit it was so thrilling to stretch this large condom over this huge cock. I felt like WOW this is so wonderful to actually have a tool like this to fuck with!
My doctor then told me to grip the bar with both hands. I reluctantly let lose his now sheathed cock, and did as I was told. I looked for answers in his face, but he just smiled.
I felt him place his left hand on my right knee again, and the fingers of his right hand pull out of my anus causing me to moan in a silent whisper my displeasure, “Ohh, nooo.”
He then pick up the little jar as he said, “Now Mr. Smith, I can continue stroking your prostate until you ejaculate. Would you like me to do this for you?”
I nodded, and he said, “I need an verbal answer Mr. Smith.”
I said, “Yes please.”
I felt him rock his hips causing his sheathed cock shaft to lower a couple inches then rise a couple down and up down and up as the base rubbed the length of my so hungry shaft. He asked again, “Do you want me to stroke your prostate till you cum?”
Again I said, “Yes please Doctor,” as I felt his hips rock farther back causing his massive cock to stroke the entire length of my little penis from the base to several inches above the head, again and again and it felt so delicious, and made me so desirous to get this to its conclusion.
I had passed the point of caring how this looked. I wanted to orgasm and if he needed me to I was ready to beg him to give me my orgasm now.
Once more he spoke, “Do you want me to stroke your insides with this?” as he pulled so far back I felt the head of his cock nudge my anus and stop then nudge again then stop.
I realized at this moment what he was implying as everything came rushing in to focus. ‘I am not gay’, my brain was screaming at me, but my penis was also screaming for me to beg him to give me this orgasm any way he wanted too as long as he did it quickly!
I said, “Oh my I can’t believe this is happening. I’m not… Dammit… Yes… PLEASE! Do it… do it now please doc. Oh please yes stroke my…”
With this I felt his cock nudge again and stop, which shut me up. I watched as he poured some of the lubricant onto his cock now nested at the opening of my rectum. Then with a shove I felt the head pop in. I felt it worming about inside me, then with another thrust I felt it inch by inch invading my bowls.
I never took my eyes off his as he pushed into me and pulled out several times each time pushing into me just a bit deeper, deeper until finally I felt my doctor rubbing and grinding his balls against my bottom and a fullness like nothing I have ever felt before.
Then he began stroking his cock in and out, literally fucking my ass. No, really, he was really fucking my rectum and my entire insides with that huge black cock of his. I felt so incredibly crazy and was about to reach for my penis again, but he stopped me. I watched as he slipped the little plastic bottle over the little head of my little penis, as his thrusts lifted the lower half of my body off the table.
Each thrust into me was filled with amazing sensations as I felt like his cock was sliding between liver and k**neys, through coils of intestines, stroking my lungs causing me to gasp, and bumping my heart making it flutter and palpitate with lust for more.
Then it was withdrawn and I felt a void where he had filled me and did things to me as his wonderful cock, a cock I wish I could poses, a cock that would be an amazing thing to feel the insides of my wife like this, a cock that dances all around the insides of the one it is fucking. But when withdrawn it left such an emptiness.
Then it was thrust back and I could feel it again as I felt his balls grinding into my rump and did my best to grind myself back against them. In and out like this, in and out, again and again, as he drove the air from my lungs and the reason from my mind and all that was left of me was this body of fuckable flesh, full of desire to do this and only this again and again and again.
I felt him stop deep inside me and so I worked my ass in circles around him as he continued to look me in the eyes. I was practically standing in the stirrups with only my shoulders and neck on the table. I came to the realization he was no longer fucking me with his big long wonderful black cock, no, now I was fucking him with my hungry bottom.
I didn’t care anymore. I was so hungry to fuck and be fucked and feel the orgasm, not just my orgasm but I wanted to feel him orgasm, feel this amazing cock thrust in and explode with a violent crescendo.
Then he started to fuck me again, and his pace got faster. My ass felt a heat that radiated out through my body out to my arms and legs, out to my hands and feet, out to my fingers and toes.
Then I heard him say, “Now Mr. Smith, close your eyes.” I did and tossed my head back, my hands gripped the bar as I braced for impact, and with all my senses I felt his hard fast pounding thrusts throughout my insides, I could feel his soft skin slipping over his hard shaft the slippery sheathed flesh sliding through my stretched muscle and deep into my entire body.
I felt the throbbing of his cock as he thrust deep into me, and held himself as deep inside me as he could get, and I felt him swelling and pulsing and throbbing as his great cock danced about my insides.
Then as I felt him pull back, almost all the way out, and drive back in deep again like a ram hitting an opponent head on, This time I felt my ejaculate shoot out of me… as I knew at the same moment he was ejaculating deep inside me.
Again and again he bumped me like this, and with each of his rams I felt him shoot another load of his semen into me, and with each of his thrusts each and every time he drove another blast of my semen out of me into the little jar.
I still had hold of the bar and my feet in the stirrups and was breathing actually gasping for air, as I realized I must have passed out. I felt a wet swab wiping the jelly like lubricant from my bottom and then from my hiding turtle. I felt shame for what I had just done so I thought about keeping my eyes closed. But this was silly, as I had just shared this experience with this man.
So I opened my eyes, and to my horror I saw the pretty young black nurse wiping my nasty privates clean. OMG how embarrassing! I tried to cover myself, but she swatted my hand away and told me to please hold the bar. I did and closed my eyes as I felt her pinch the head of my turtle between thumb and forefinger and pull its neck out of the shell so she could swab the shaft.
I could feel my penis trying to pull back but she just pinched me all the harder, and said, “Mr. Smith, you need to relax. I’m going to shave you down here the next time you come in so this will be much easier. Please relax.”
I inhaled and willed myself to relax as best I could as I felt her return the cool wet swab to my now throbbing anus. Here she inserted her finger wrapped with the towelette. I don’t know which finger as I was way too embarrassed to look. I felt her tickling touch as she did her job.
Then she helped me out of the stirrups and off the table back onto my feet. She handed me my cloths and told me to dress, that she would be back in a minute to sign me out. It was all very businesslike from this point on.
She returned as I was tucking my shirt in and slipping my feet into my loafers. She had a clipboard in hand and had me sign a final form, then handed me a small square sheet, a prescription she explained, that would help with swelling, a hemorrhoidal cream.
I was escorted to the front desk where I was asked it next week would be okay. I asked what for, to which the nurse at the desk said, “For your follow up appointment.”
I wondered if I really wanted to ever come back to this clinic ever again, then said, “Ya, a week from today is fine.”
She said, “3 pm and you don’t need to fast for your follow up sir.”
I said thanks and left, wondering if I really would actually consider coming back knowing what I do about this place, this doctor, now. I reasoned I didn’t have to decide that now. I could go home and take a much needed nap.
I was fast asleep, dreaming of having a big fun cock to stroke and fuck with, when I was awakened by Anna my wife. She had found and picked up my prescription for me. She asked if I have hemorrhoids, stating she never heard me complain of them before.
I told her thanks, and no, I just have a rash from the exam and the doctor thought this might help. She was satisfied with this and left me to go back to sleep. I really wanted to, but my bottom ached, so I got up and went to the john to apply my soothing salve. It was sooo cool and pleasing.
I spent the week thinking about my ordeal. As I said, I’m not, let me repeat that I AM NOT GAY! But as the week passed I thought about how much better I feel now that I have started seeing my new doctor. Maybe I will go, just to see what happens at the follow up.
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Doctor’s diagnosis ‘GAY’ 2
Doctor’s diagnosis ‘GAY’ 2
Doc Holiday
I’m a man in my mid 50’s standing 5’10” at 220 pounds. My hair is salt & pepper and my skin is white with pink at the points of color; lips, finger & toe nails, nipples, & dick head.
I had a new insurance policy through my work forced upon me, thanks Obama, but figured I would just make the best of it. Little did I know how this change would alter my life. The first visit was, well, like no doctor visit I have ever experienced in my 50 plus years, I can tell you!
See, I had scheduled my annual physical a week ago with my new HMO doctor, a Doctor Jackson. I felt uneasy because I had gone to the same doctor for decades and now had to change. Boy what a change!
First he was not a little old white guy with a white lab coat and a stethoscope or thingy d****d over his neck. NO, he was a younger man, more my age, and he was big and black, very black. You know, the kind of black man that has blue black lips and a purple tongue. And there were other big significant differences in seeing this doctor. What an ordeal!
I spent the week thinking about my ordeal. As I said, I’m not, let me repeat that… I AM NOT GAY! But as the week passed I thought about how much better I feel now that I have started seeing my new doctor. I decided maybe I will go, just to see what happens at the follow up.
I could always walk out, change my HMO primary care physician. Still, let’s give it another chance. See what comes of this.
I was uneasy as I found myself once again thumbing through a magazine I hadn’t even looked at. I was wondering if it would be too shameful to face the man who had done that stuff to me, making me question my values, my manhood, my desires.
I flipped a page and wondered if I really actually enjoyed what happened. I tried to tell myself it was wrong, perverted, shameful, but a part of my brain kept saying ‘YES you know dammed well you liked it. You were begging him for it. And didn’t it feel wonderful throbbing with power in your hands?’
I turned another page and said in my head, ‘No, it’s stupid. Real men don’t like that kind of stuff.’ But then that part of my brain spoke up again, ‘Ya, but you like it, didn’t you?’ and as I flipped another unseen page I dealt with the conflict waging war in my brain, did I or didn’t I?
Before I knew it I was looking at the back page of the magazine in my lap, and wondering if I should get up and go, should I run right now as fast and as far as I could go to get away from all this, all these questions churning around in my brain.
Before I could decide I was called to the counter by the pretty black attendant there. She has a gorgeous smile, although I feel it was saying more than ‘Hi Mr. Smith,’ probably more like, ‘Hi man with the shameful little turtle penis. How embarrassing it must be to be you with that little itty bitty penis.’ I smiled back, hoping she just meant hello.
She told me to go into the examination area, the hall with all the doors. There I found the pretty young black nurse. Her name is Joy, how fitting. She too has a gorgeous smile and a mouth that looks large for her face. She has orange sized breasts and a fat bottom. Mind you, it is a pretty kind of fat bottom, round and firm, just a bit larger than any white women I know.
She had me step onto the scale and stand tall. I could tell her I hadn’t gained an inch since she had seen me last week. I might be a pound lighter as I was on a diet, but even that wouldn’t be a big change, not in just one week.
She wrote in her note pad and showed me to an exam room, where she told me to take off my cloths and sit on the table. This time she didn’t leave the room, but sat at the computer with her back to me.
I waited a minute before realizing she was not going to leave the room, and that she expected me to do as I was told. So I did.
I know she heard me climb onto the table as the paper crinkled under my rump. She kept on typing info into some forms, now and again changing screens then resuming her pecking with 2 fingers.
I had sat there naked behind her for about 10 minutes when Doctor Jackson knocked and entered the room. He greeted me and we shook hands. Then he got down to it.
He explained my screening looked good, my blood sugar is a bit high, and he feels I need to take Metformin twice a day. He said my sperm count looks average but my testosterone was just a bit low. I knew it!
He asked me how I feel, and I told him I feel great. He told me he understands how confusing and disrupting it can feel changing doctors after being in the care of one for so long, and then asked if I felt comfortable with him.
I said, “I believe so. I’m just, about last, well…”
Doctor Jackson asked, “With your old doctor Mr. Smith, if he told you to do something, did you second guess him, try to reason with him, or argue with him, or did you do what he said because you felt you could trust him to take care of you, to have your best interests at heart?”
I said, “Oh I trusted him. No question.”
He said, “Mr. Smith, can you put your trust in me the same way? I’m wanting your trust. I need you to feel so comfortable with my suggestions that you will just agree to do them without thinking too hard about it. Can you find it in you to trust me like this, like you trusted your last doctor?”
I said, “Well, I guess if I feel you mean well, I mean have my best…”
He interrupted me, “Do you think you’re going to have to think about what I say, or would you like to feel free enough to just submit your will to me for the time you are here in my facility?”
I said, “Well, I guess I…”
He said, “I know you have to maintain control at your work, and at home, and especially while driving you have to be alert and in total control. It’s like you’re always in charge, responsible for everything, and you never get a chance just to let someone else take charge for a while, a little while just to let you unwind and relax.”
I said, “Yes, I do all that.”
“Well,” he said, “if you feel you can trust me to take good care of you, I would be honored to be your doctor Mr. Smith. But only if you feel you can submit yourself into my charge.”
I said, “I trust you.”
He said, “Okay, let’s see about that testicle issue we discussed last week,” as he sat on the stool and swiveled toward me. He said, “Hands to the celling and up on your toes please.”
I felt so awkward standing naked like this, as Doctor Jackson took my testicle in his dark hand and manipulated it about like he was rubbing a rabbit foot. He said, “Joy, note that his left testicle has a fatty tubule but I don’t feel any hard lumps. The right is normal. Keep an eye on this for any change. We may have to remove one or both in the future if necessary. Thank you.”
He then said, “Mr. Smith, may I call you Tom?” I nodded, so he continued, “Well Tom, this is not serious, and if we do decide to remove the testicles it is not an issue as you have your family and aren’t planning on having more c***dren are you?”
I said, “No, but is it serious?”
He said, “No, not at this time. We will keep an eye on this and if the time comes we will be able to do it here in the office with local anesthetics. It’s just better to be safe than sorry. If you notice any hard lumps here,” as he squeezed my balls, “Or in your chest, men get breast cancer too, so it is something we should always be on the lookout for.”
With that he rose, slid behind me so he was leaning against the table. I still had my hands in the air and was up on my tip toes, as I felt him move his hands around my chest and over my breasts.
I have man breasts. My younger sister joked once that she wished her breasts were as big and firm as mine. That hurt as much as my wife calling my penis a turtle.
So here I was on my tip toes with my hands in the air with this black doctor feeling up my chest, squeezing them and pinching my nipples causing me to flinch. I did my best not to squeal like a little girl in front of Joy, but it was so hard as I squirmed in mild agony.
I fell back into Doctor Jackson’s body and felt his semi-hard cock rubbing against my bottom through his scrubs, as I wiggled against him.
He said, “Note I feel no lumps in the breasts at this time, but there seems to be acute sensitivity here,” as he really pinched both nipples like the old titty-twisters we used to give each other as k**s. He was saying, “This could be an indicator so we should watch this too.”
Joe swiveled around to see me as I wiggled my naked body against my doctor’s while he needed my breasts like flower dough. I turned my head so I wouldn’t have to see her seeing me like this, as she asked, “Was it the left testicle doctor?”
I felt her reach between my legs, me still on tip-toes, well trying that is, as she felt my left testicle and then began to give it a firm squeeze while my nipples were being assaulted again.
She said, “Doctor, his penis is getting hard again. Do you want me to take care of it?” I remembered the last time she took care of it, she pinched the head of it and made it shrivel away in a heartbeat.
I groaned, “No, please don’t? I’m sorry.”
The doctor said, “No thanks Joy. That will be all for now. How about getting the tray.” As he released me and she left the room. He moved out from behind me and said, “Up on the table Tom.”
I was so thankful she was gone. I slid up week kneed onto the table, hands over my hard little penis.
He said, “Let’s get you situated,” as he once again got the stirrups out and mounted onto the table. He said, “I hope I didn’t give you a hemorrhoid last visit, let’s take a look.”
He put my bare feet into the stirrups and had me slide to the end of the table. I expected him to examine me down there when he turned and went to the door. He opened it and stepped out into the hall. A second later the door opened again but in came Joy with a rolling cart covered with things under a towel.
I got scared thinking she was about to cut my nuts off, when she saw my wide eyes and told me, “Relax Mr. Smith. I’m just going to shave you. I told you I would next time you were here, remember?”
I exhaled and nodded my head as my little penis disappeared inside me, hiding its head. I then felt her lather me with a foam from a can, sc**** the hair from my entire crotch with a razor, and wipe me clean with a hot wet towel, before patting me dry.
The sensation of having all my hair removed down there was nakedness I could have never imagined. I could feel her warm breath as she worked. The shaved skin was so super sensitive.
And watching her dark brown delicate fingers touching me and treating me to this delight was too much, and once again my turtle stuck his neck out long and hard. I closed my eyes but this just made it worse as I focused on what I felt and this was her warm breath wafting around my naked crotch.
I told you how a simple haircut can put me in a euphoric trance, didn’t I? Well, this was the haircut of all haircuts!
I was beginning to wonder if the doctor was going to check my prostate again, and I felt hope along with desire welling up inside me as Joy lulled me into my trance.
I was hoping the doctor wouldn’t be long, when the door opened and in he came. He walked up behind Joy and said, “Nice work nurse. I’ll take it from here.”
I don’t know why but I expected her to leave so we could well, maybe do something. She didn’t though. She swiveled her stool around and moved back to her computer again. The doctor pushed the tray to the wall and sat in the other stool, then moved in between my spread thighs.
He said, “Joy, lift the chest please.” She got up and stepped on a button or peddle on the floor and I felt the table lifting me into a sitting position. This was a little uncomfortable as my knees drew closer to my chest.
He said, “Tom, I’d like you to hold the bar please.” I lifted my hands over my head and grabbed the bar there behind.
I was in a crunch position with my newly shaved privates in this black man’s face. I was so ashamed I turned my head and closed my eyes. Then I felt his fingers gently touching my sphincter pressing and poking it as I heard him hem and haw about how it looked just fine.
He then asked me if I would like my prostate checked again like last week. I peeked out one eye to see if Joy heard and possibly understood what he was asking, or was it our secret code between just him and me. She didn’t flinch or move.
I thought about it for a minute when he said, “Remember Tom, you said you were going to trust me and let me be in charge. Well, am I in charge?”
I said, “Yes. Please check my prostate again.”
He said, “Joy, you’re in med school correct?” I could see her nod, as he said, “I want you to perform a prostate exam on Mr. Smith.”
I closed my eyes as I heard her turn and get up. Next I felt her presence between my thighs, and my penis ping to attention. Then I heard the sound of the jelly lubricant as it farted out of the bottle and I assumed into her hand. Then I felt her wonderful so feminine little fingers as they smeared the jelly around my anus and then invaded my guts.
I also felt the doctor standing by my side as he place his hand behind my head and said, “Watch this Tom.”
I opened my eyes to see this gorgeous creature with her hand in my crotch and I could feel her fingers slipping deeper into me. She had 2 inside me as I watched her. Then I noticed she was watching me, looking into my face, and her smile was so gorgeous I couldn’t help the reactive squeeze of my rectum.
She said, “Mr. Smith, that hurts. Please relax.”
The doctor said, “Try using 3 fingers.” Then I felt her pull out until she could insert 3, then when she pushed back in I felt the stretch and wanted to shy away, look away, and Doctor Jackson pulled my head toward him, face toward him and whispered, “Close your eyes Tom.” So I did.
Now I willed myself to relax so I wouldn’t squeeze her fingers again. I felt my head cradled in the doctors arm. I could smell him as I felt Joy begin to stroke the spot inside me making me moan softly into the doctor’s armpit.
He said, “Would you like Joy to masturbate you while she does this?” I nodded my head unable to verbalize my desire.
I couldn’t believe this was really happening to me. I had a wild youth with lots of girlfriends and a good amount of sex, but this, this was out of this world, and it was really happening right here right now to me.
I heard him say, “Joy, have you learned to milk the prostate along with masturbation?”
I heard her soft voice say, “Yes doctor.”
He said, “I’m going to lower the table. This will make it more comfortable for you Tom.” And as he spoke I felt the table slowly descending as the internal motor hummed. I felt his hand still holding my head keeping me facing him.
He said, “Tom just relax and do what I tell you to. You trust me, or you wouldn’t be here right now. You enjoyed feeling my cock last week. Say it.”
I started to look toward Joy, but he held my head toward him and said, “Don’t open your eyes Tom. It’s just you and me. Relax and enjoy feeling your prostate being massaged while your little penis is being masturbated. Now tell me you like hearing me call it your little penis and that you like my big black cock.”
I did like the massaging and masturbating and I was getting some kind of horny and I felt I did want to please this man who was making me feel so many new and wonderful sensations. I whispered, “Yes I like it.”
He said, “Tom, please tell me you like my big black cock. I can’t hear you when you whisper.”
I said louder but not much, “Yes Doctor Jackson I like your big black cock.”
He said, “That’s my boy. Do you like it when I call your penis a little penis? You know Joy has a clitoris almost as big as your little penis. Would you rather I refer to your penis as your big clitoris? There is pride in being bigger. Tell me you want me to call your penis your big clitoris.”
I felt Joy’s fingers inside me while also wrapped around me stroking me into a thrill, as I thought about her having a big black clitoris nearly as big as my penis. I remembered wishing I could be big, and so I said, “Yes doctor, I want you to call it my big clitoris.”
I felt him grip my hand closest to him and pull it free from the bar. Then he pulled it down to my belly, and with his other hand he pulled my face even closer to him. I still had my eyes closed but I could feel him right there.
My nose touched the cloth of his scrubs as Joy worked me into a frenzy. I felt I was about to cum when I felt my doctor moving my hand again, this time up to his belly and the top of his pants. I also felt his cock moving inside his pants now pressed close to my cheek.
I didn’t mind, I like his big black cock and the feeling of rapture Joy was giving me. I was moments away from shooting my load as I felt him hook my fingers over the top of his pants near his belly.
I heard him say, “Stop,” and felt Joy’s hands come to a complete standstill. She was still inside me and around me but it was totally motionless, and therefore all sensation of my building orgasm faded quickly.
He then said, “Tom, feel that string? Pull it and you can play with my big black cock. Would you like this?”
I groaned with slipping desire and growing hunger, “Yes.” I felt the string and pulled it. I felt the pants drop and then the smell of this man’s cock, earthy and musky and moist filled my sinuses as I felt it slither like a great snake beside my cheek once more, now free and naked as I was.
I moved my hand to it and took it into my fingers and began to stroke it, the way I want to be stroked.
I rubbed my cheek against it and rubbed my thumb up under the head of it. I heard my doctor ask, “Would you like joy to start again?”
I nodded my head as a breath of air escaped my lips and sounded like the word ‘Yes.”
I expected it to happen right away but I heard him say, “Put it in your mouth Tom. Pretend you’re sucking your thumb. Go ahead Tom, do it, and I will tell her to continue.”
I didn’t think about it, I didn’t care. All I wanted was to feel Joy doing what she was doing to me, doing it again. So I pulled down on the shaft and plopped the big bulbous head into my mouth.
The taste was salty but not too. It was earthy too, if that means anything. How can I describe the taste of my doctor to you? How would I describe red to a blind man. Not that you’re blind but that I wouldn’t know really where to start.
I can say it was just a bit salty like licking your skin after a hard run while the sweat is fresh. His cock was wet and slippery, but not slimy. Just kind of juicy wet and slippery like pussy gets when its teased.
I was nursing on the head while Joy resumed her treatment of my lower body. I sucked on it like a lollypop and enjoyed the juices it rewarded me with. These were kind of tangy with just a hint of salt, and the smell of a woman’s sweet sweat.
Then I licked the shaft like an ice-cream-cone, and enjoyed the saltier taste, not as juicy but addicting like eating potato chips. I returned to sucking on the head and swapped back and forth for several minutes.
Then I felt my doctor pull away, as he said, “Stop,” again, and I felt Joy pull away also. I was so naked and vulnerable and hungry for their attention. Then I felt both their hands lifting my feet from the stirrups, sliding me up on the table, rolling me to my side, I was guided to the top of the table now on my knees.
My shoulders slumped to rest on my hands, my head hung off the end with no were to rest. I felt Joy position my knees shoulder width apart I assume, and my bare bottom now high in the air. Then I felt her fingers enter me again.
This time it felt like 4 fingers, but she had little hands so it wasn’t really bad, just very filling. I felt my doctor move into place in front of me as he asked, “Tom, may I fuck your face with my big black cock?”
I opened my eyes to see it in my face and the head of it just touching my lips. I stuck out my tongue and again was addicted as I said to the salty taste, so I took the head in my lips and felt it rubbing the roof of my mouth.
I heard him ask again, “Tom, may I fuck your face with my big black cock?” I thought this was more than enough of an answer as I swirled my tongue around the head, but he wanted me to say it.
I felt Joy’s fingers stroking my insides, her fingers also stroking my little penis, and knew she would hear this as I pulled my mouth off his cock and said, “Please Doctor Jackson, fuck my face with your big black cock.” I felt Joy’s fingers dance with joy inside me as I finished my plea.
I felt him take the sides of my head in both his hands, “Take a deep breathe Tom and don’t try to breathe until I stop. Tap my thigh when you feel you need air.”
With that I felt him move his cock head into my lips. I swirled my tongue around digging it under his foreskin and licking that spot just under the head. Then I took a big deep breathe and held it a second, the blew it out a moment before I felt him thrusting this huge salami in through my lips, in past my mouth, and down past my uvula and gag reflex point.
I choked and gulped and felt tears welling up in my eyes. And for a very long moment he held it here deep in my chest well past my clavicle. The gag reflex stopped but I felt I was choking, in need of air, so I tapped his thigh.
He said, “Joy, only prostate now,” and I felt her hand removed from my penis.
He said, “You did good Tom. Let’s do it again.” Again I swirled the head under the foreskin and tickled that place under the head. Again I breathed in and out and felt him slide past the gag point and under my collar bone, and deep into my chest.
This time when he reached the point his balls were bumping my chin I felt him pull out a few inches and then back in to bump, then out a few inches then in to bump. We did this several times before I patted his leg again.
My eyes were running with tears, although I felt no pain. My mouth was drawling copious amounts of saliva as if dripped off this man’s cock. I didn’t wait for him this time. I plunged forward driving him back to his deepest point and started to rock with my entire body as I fucked this man’s wonderful cock in my throat.
I realized I was fucking him with all my desires and all my body as I forced his cock to stroke deep inside me. This was the second time in a week I had actually fucked this man, first with my ass and now with my throat.
I know I profess to be NOT GAY, but its conflicting when I feel so wonderful at these moments. Still I don’t like to see men kiss or even really do anything together, but I sure do love feeling this.
I felt my penis tingling and it felt like I had to pee, so when I tapped his leg for air, I said, “I’m sorry. I have to pee.”
He said, “That’s normal with prostate milking. Keep sucking my cock and I will tell you what to do.” So I lowered my lips onto him again and felt him slide back into me again and this time he gripped my head and began long slow strokes.
I felt him pull out so just the head was between my lips where I swirled my tongue and gulped a little breath. Then he slid deep and ground his pubic bone under my nose, then out for a small gulp of air then in again, out and in and out and in. This was good fucking and my eyes were watering and my saliva was spilling off his balls and down my chin and even out of my nose.
I heard him say, “Do you still feel like you need to pee Tom?” I nodded my head while squeezing his bottom pulling him into me, while trying not to make a mess by peeing all over the place.
He said, “Relax Tom, let it go.”
I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to relax, and then it began to run. I could feel it draining through my penis and out the slit in the head, but it wasn’t the torrent of pee I expected. It was slow and thick and steady and I felt my balls retract with each stroke of Joy’s fingers on my prostate.
I felt my doctor’s cock stroking in and out of me again and I snatched little breaths now and then but I was so enraptured with this feeling I didn’t want him to ever pull out of my throat. I loved him.
I stopped worrying about air and concentrated on the feeling of orgasmic euphoria filling me as I experienced a long steady draining from my balls that went on for ever it felt like, and then this delicious sensation of being fucked right here before my eyes where I could watch the entire process.
I felt my doctor speed up and shorten his strokes so he was bumping my chin quickly now, and although I felt I needed air soon I didn’t want to interrupt his moment of pleasure, so I closed my eyes tight and ignored the choking need for air and forced myself to relax.
He thrust in deep and held me tightly as I felt his entire cock swell from my lips through my mouth and in my throat, while I felt the cum he was about to launch pass over my lower lip over my tongue down my throat and then the next swelling shot.
He blasted 2 loads so quickly and so deep inside me I never had a chance to taste it. But then he pulled back and I felt the length of his cock being drawn out of my chest out of my throat and finally the head just inside my lips as he let loose the rest of his ejaculate.
This I tasted as it filled my mouth with its salty acrid flavor. It washed over my teeth and bathed my tongue and just as I was thinking about spitting it out I felt him pushing back into me for a final deep fucking.
I can’t explain it other than to say the feeling of lusty desire overpowered my desire to spit, and once again I was enjoying this man as he fucked my throat for another few minutes.
Again I was spent and felt myself being rolled onto my back, slid down so I was well on the table, and finally felt my feet lifted back into the stirrups. I dozed off.
I awoke to the cool dabbing of a wet cloth again. Again I awoke to find Joy cleaning me below. I didn’t care if she saw me like this now. She had seen the worst. Then she moved to my head and wiped my face, my swollen lips and snotty nose.
She helped me out of the stirrups and off the table again before handing me my cloths and leaving me alone once again.
I had my shoes on and my shirt tucked in this time when she came back in. She was all smiles as she said, “Very nice exam today Mr. Smith. Thank you for letting me help. I need it for school.”
I smiled back and said, “My pleasure dear. Any time.”
She said, “Really? I can’t say thanks enough. I hope I, we can do it again soon sir.”
I said, “Me too young lady.”
She led the way out and to the front desk and the attendant there asked if a week from today would be good. I asked, “Good for what? Another follow up?”
She said, “The doctor said he would like to treat you for arthritis. He doesn’t have any prescriptions, but he probably feels massage therapy will do. He is one doctor that prefers not to medicate every problem. So a week from today Mr. Smith? Say 3 pm like today?”
I said I would put it on my calendar. I know I keep saying I’m not gay, and I still love having sex with my wife, and I really don’t enjoy seeing any gay activity, but let me tell you… I just can’t wait to see what I’m in for next week.
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