- THE DOCTOR
I am almost 28 tears of age and over the last two years I have established myself as General Practitioner of Medicine at the Linden Clinic. Thanks to my genetic make-up my sexual preference is for men, particularly for men with good bodies who are well endowed and, like me, have a sexual preference for men. For me, there is nothing more attractive and beautiful than a well developed male body. The other members of the medical practice know that I am a homosexual.
I was quite open about it when I was interviewed for the job I now hold and pointed out to them that being that way inclined, I would over time, attract homosexual patients who had a particular need to be treated by someone who understood and shared their sexual preference, someone in whom they could confide with confidence. I also pointed out that I was a man of strong ethical principles and although a practicing homosexual, I was not so devoid of morality that I would ever take advantage of patients. However, if they shared my sexual preferences and if they wanted me to provide then with sexual stimulation, I would meet their request - provided of course I wanted to. That had been true two years ago and was true now.
Over the last two years I had built up a healthy practice comprising two lists of patients. The first list comprised heterosexual patients (half of whom were women who I was told thought highly of me) and the other was of 'recommended' patients, all of whom were male homosexuals to whom I had been recommended, usually by other patients. Both lists were of similar size but few patients on the 'R' list had been to see me in the last two weeks. Either they were in good health or had found others who could provide the understanding and services which I gave in addition to good medical treatment.
So I was pleasantly surprised when Felix, my receptionist, knocked on my door and entered holding a patiens medical card (PMC) and cheerfully told me I had a new patient. 'On the R list', he told me, a mischievous grin on his face. I looked at him suspiciously. 'Not like the last time,' I said, recalling that the last new patient had been 87 and couldn't even remember what sex he was, let alone what it was like. 'Well, no. A bit younger and quite interesting.' I perked up a bit. If Felix said someone was 'interesting' it always meant that it was someone I would definitely be interested in. I held out my hand for the PMC. 'Shall I send him in,' Felix asked. I shook my head. 'Let me read this,' I said waving the PMC, then I'll call him in when I'm ready.
I read that the patient was a couple of months short of his eighteenth birthday, appeared to be in good health but complained of an attack of diarrhoea and vomiting earlier this morning. He was 83 cm tall, large soft brown eyes, fair hair, had no medical history and had been recommended by a person called David somebody who lived in the same block of flats. Well, I thought, we shall see.
I turned up the heating in my office, (after all I didn't want him to feel cold or uneasy when he naked - opened the door and called his name. A young man stood up and walked towards me. I ushered him into my consulting room and waved him to sit in the chair next to my desk. He was definitely 'interesting' - very good looking and appeared to be more mature th n his age would suggest.
'What can I do to help?' I asked. He told me about the bout of sickness he had experienced and that her continued to feel unwell. He thought he might have got flu. Could I give him something to settle him down so he could get back to work? 'Well, I probably can, but first I need to find out what is wrong with you, so I need to examine you in order to make a diagnosis. First I need to take your blood pressure. Would you take your jacket off. He did as I asked and sat down again. I took his BP and told him that it was normal, then asked him to remove his shirt so that I could listen to his chest to determine whether or not he had flu.
Again he did as I asked and I have to say that I could not take my eyes off him. It had been a long long time since I had seen anyone with such a well developed torso. It was not just the well defined deep chest, the more lightly defined abdominal muscles or the musculature of shoulder and upper arms. It was there combined symmetry and proportions which gave him a body which many people older than him - myself included - would have died for. 'You really do have a magnificent physique,' I told him and asked if trained at the gym. He said he only went swimming and jogging and therefore assumed that his magnificent musculature was a natural endowment. I asked him to sit on the examining bed where I carried out an examination of his cardio-vascular system, fining no indications of flu or any other malady.
However he did present a furry tongue and it did suggest to me that it was possible he had salmonella or some other kind of food poisoning. I asked him to lie down on the bed so that I could examine his abdomen. I took my time, carefully palpating the abdomen and asking if he experienced any discomfort. He said he did not but he did seem very tense.
'You seem very tense,' I said, telling him to relax. 'I want you to feel yourself relaxing, first your ankles and wrists, your arms and legs, just feel them relax.' I watched him begin to relax and continued talking to him soothingly, seeing his eyelids droop as I asked him to relax his body, watching as he did so, encouraging him close his eyes, let himself go.
He proved to be a person who was easily induced into a state of hypnosis and for the next half hour or so, I took him slowly and carefully into a deeper and deeper state of trance, all the while assuring him that he could trust me, speak openly to me in confidence without the need for reservation. I spoke very convincingly because it was - and is - true.
'How do you feel now?' I asked. 'Are you comfortable?' 'Yes, very comfortable.' 'How does you tummy feel?' 'Not very good, sometimes it feels like I need to vomit.' 'But is it feeling better than before, it is getting much better isn't it,' I asked. 'Yes it does feel better,' he agreed. 'Tell me something about yourself - were you born here?' 'No, I'm in town to start uni but I have a job until I begin studying.' 'And do you have family here? Any friends' 'No, the family are at home but I have made a one or two friends at work.' He told me about his work as a junior office clerk with the city council.
'Do you live alone?' I asked. He said he did and was saving up to buy a TV. 'And have you got a girl friend?' 'No girl friend yet,' he told me, adding rather wistfully, 'I don't seem to be attracted to girls like my friends. Do you think there is something wrong with me?' 'No. Definitely not,' I assured him. 'nothing wrong at all. I know a lot of guys your age who don't develop an interest in sex until they are a bit older.' 'Its not just that. I do like sex.' He said, assuring himself as much as me. 'Do you still have wet dreams?' I asked 'Not now. I used to before I started jerking off.' 'How long ago was that?' 'Oh, nearly a year ago.'
'Does it feel good when you masturbate?' 'Hmm, nice. I have to do it because if I don't, I get a hard-on and I can't walk about like that. The only way I can make it soft is by cumming. And I have to shoot my load you know.' 'Yes, you do and I understand your need to do it.' 'Do you!' He said sounding rather surprised. I reassured him that I did and that it was quite normal to masturbate. 'I suppose at your age you get an erection quite often?' He nodded his agreement. 'At least three time a day and often four or five. 'What do you think about when you are doing it - do you have phantasies?' 'Mostly I just watch myself doing it, trying to make it last as long as possible. Sometimes I imagine that a big strong handsome guy is jerking me off, or that I am being jerked off while I pump his cock until he shoots his load of white cum all over me - or that he and I are holding our erections head to head and jerking off until we cum.' 'That sounds nice,' I told him.
'Is it OK to jerk off when I get hard? 'Well it certainly won't do you any harm,' I told him, 'but there are better and much more exciting ways of getting relief from an erection.' 'What kind of ways? he asked. 'Well, like the ways you just described to me. 'But I don't know anyone who ..... who would like to, I mean.' 'You don't know anyone who feels the way you do about having sex with you?' He nodded his head. 'You're a handsome and attractive young man and lots of people will find you attractive,' I told him, though I suspected that none of them would be women.
'Have you ever had sex with a women?' 'No. The idea doesn't attract me, not in the same way that the body of a naked man does.' 'Have you ever had sex with a man?' I persisted. He nodded. 'Many times?' I asked. He shook his head. 'Just once,' he said. I didn't like it.' 'Would you like to tell me about it?' He was silent for a while and for a moment I thought it was something he wanted to keep to himself.
'It was about a year ago,' he began, 'and I was trying to get a left home, about 30 km. away and this car stopped. It was being driven by an older guy, maybe 30 or 40. I got in beside him, we drove off and almost instantly he put his hand on my thigh. He told me I had nice muscular thighs and started moving his hand higher until it touched one of my balls and he asked me if I liked it. But I didn't understand what he meant so I didn't say anything and he left his hand there, moving his finger against my balls and I could feel my cock getting harder and it started to make a bulge in my pants, which somehow I hoped he wouldn't see, because I don't think I really liked him. You know, you can sometimes tell if you are going to like a person when you first see them?' I said I did.
'Well he did see it and started rubbing it with his fingers and of course it made me harder but we were nearly home, so I thought I would be able to get out soon. But he turned into a parking bay and turned off the engine. He pulled down his zipper and took out his stiffy, and put my hand on it. I had never touched another mans' cock before and didn't know what I should do, so I just sat there holding it while he undid my zipper and hauled out my cock. Then he began jerking me off and my grip on his cock got tighter so he pumped my cock even faster until my bum was off the seat and I shot my load and took my hand off his cock. I got out of the car and left him cleaning my spunk off his windscreen and feeling really bad - feeling that I had been used and abused - and I walked the rest of he way home.'
'That doesn't sound very nice. Have you seen him again?' 'No, never, and I don't want to.' 'How do you feel now? Do you feel a bit horny,' I asked, looking at the prominent and slightly enlarged shape of his penis which was visible through his pants. 'Do you feel the need to masturbate?' 'Yes, I do feel a bit horny,' he said. 'Would you like me to help you ejaculate? I would only do it with your permission.' I tried to be reassuring. 'That would be nice.' He said. I told him again that it was perfectly normal for some people to have a preference for sex with men and that it was just as normal for a young man such as himself to masturbate and enjoy it but that it was even more enjoyable to have sex with another person.
Gradually I brought him into a more shallow state of hypnosis, all the time repeating to him that he did not need to remember our conversation, assuring him that he would not remember it. When he woke, he would think that he had dropped off to sleep for a few minutes, that he would feel refreshed and that his tummy would feel much better. He would awaken and open his eyes when I clicked my fingers. I waited for a few seconds watching his passive slumbering form, then clicked my fingers. He opened his eyes and looked about him until his gaze fell on me. 'I think I must have dropped off for a few seconds.' 'You did,' I said. 'How are you feeling now?' 'Much better,' he said sitting up on the bed.
'Well, I had better complete my examination. Would you take off your trousers and underpants please, then lie down again.' He hesitated and I told him he had nothing to worry about, that I had seen it all before. He nodded and stripped off the rest of his clothes, showing no sign of embarrassment but displaying a somewhat enlarged penis which seemed to be the cause of his hesitancy. He made no effort to conceal it and lay down again on the examining bed.
I completed my examination of his abdomen, detecting nothing wrong an telling him so before nonchalantly placing my right hand on his penis an drawing back the foreskin. The glans was clean. I squeezed the semi- flaccid shaft but there were no urethral emissions. I could feel his penis jerk slightly and start to thicken. I knew it would grow to full erection if I continued to hold it but reluctantly let it go.
I told him that he appeared to be healthy in that area and said that I would like to complete my examination with a rectal probe but that if he didn't want to go through the procedure, I would understand and wouldn't proceed since it was not essential. I explained to him that a rectal examination would involve my inserting a finger into his rectum and feeling around for any signs of inflammation and taking a sample to see if salmonella was present.
He seemed to accept the idea and I asked him to get up on the bed in a couching position so that he was resting on his knees and hands. He did as I asked and watched me as I applied lubricant to my gloved hands, putting an extra amount on to the longest finger of my right hand.
'You will feel a cool feeling around the anus when I apply lubricant,' I told him and smeared the gel over the ring of muscle. He momentarily shrunk away from my touch, but only momentarily, then his gluteal muscles relaxed. He grunted softly when my finger slowly penetrated his anus and I asked him if he wanted me to stop but he told me no, it was alright. I sunk my finger deeper and soon located the edge of his prostate gland, pressing against it gently. This produced an expression of pleasure from David and a not unexpected movement of his penis which jerked slightly and began to show definite signs of becoming firmer. I noted with satisfaction hat bead of clear seminal fluid appeared at the top of the glans and that he moaned again when my finger gently stroked his prostate gland.
'How does that feel?' I asked him, watching his penis jerk again and show more pronounced signs of erection. 'Do you feel any soreness or tenderness?' I asked. He shook his head and said it felt good. I continued to press my finger against his prostate, watching his penis become more firmly erect and continue to leak clear fluid. Once more I asked him if he felt comfortable with what I was doing or if he wanted me to stop.
He urged me not to stop moved his body back a fraction so that it became more firmly impaled on my finger, bent his head and again moaned with pleasure. I thought to myself that the next time I had this patient in a similar position, it would not be my finger which was embedded in him, it would be my erect penis probing his depths and thrusting in and out, stimulating his prostate and bringing me ever closer ejaculation.
I looked at his lean, beautifully muscled body and his now fully erect penis and it was simply too much for mortal man not to go further. I raised my gloved, lubricated left hand towards his erection and pulled back the foreskin to fully expose the glans. I slid my hand forward to encircle the base of the glans with my index finger and thumb, pressing against it, eliciting another moan of pleasure from David. My fingers smeared the glans with his seminal fluid and then grasped the shaft at mid-point. I began to slowly masturbate him, pulling down to the base of the shaft then back to half way along the shaft. Each time my hand touched his public hair, I pulled down tightly so that the motion stretched the frenum in a way which I knew would produce additional pleasure, a fact confirmed to me by his increasing moans of pleasure.
When he reached his climax - which I thought was approaching - I wanted to watch him while he ejaculated. I am one of those people who gets special pleasure, not only from helping a man reach climax in a way which gives him the best enjoyment, but gives me pleasure from watching him ejaculate. So I released the Davids' throbbing erection and asked him to kneel in an upright position on his knees.
He readily did so and I watched his penis jerk twice then stand firmly erect, jutting almost vertically from his body. His testicles were still fairly low in his scrotum which was still fairly loose but showed signs of tightening. I placed my left hand back on his erection, nearer the base and jerked it a few times to the mid point of his shaft. The effect was just what I wanted. The movement made his testicles move erratically and caused the scrotum to move. It showed signs of shrinking. And judging by the noise David made, he obviously liked it.
'Would you like to put your hands behind your neck, so I can stimulate you better?' He did a I asked and I continued my pumping motions. 'Going to cum soon,' the David said. I continued masturbating him with slightly slower motions while I watched his testicles rising towards the base of his erection. As the sexual tension increased, the outline of his abdominal muscles became more marked as they tightened and pushed down.
'Cuuuming soooon,' he gasped and I reduced the movement of my hand to a minimum, just enough to make his swollen glans move slightly. David gave a long low moan, the shaft of his erection began to spasm and a few seconds later he ejaculated a stream of sticky white fluid. This was followed by the forceful ejaculation of another larger stream of thick fluid which shot from him and landed some two feet away. Then to my surprise a third stream squirted less forcefully to land on the plastic bed cover.
David lowered his body until he was again resting on knees and hands, gasping from the effects of his experience and on-going sensations. I gently but firmly squeezed the slowly softening shaft and watched as my action forced a steady stream from the tip of his penis and made him shudder again with pleasure.
He was now fully spent and I was more than satisfied that I had prolonged his pleasure as best could and brought him to a climax which he had clearly enjoyed. The experience had also been pleasurable for me, as evidenced by the firm erection which pressed against my pants. I withdrew my finger from his rectum, stripped off my gloves then helped him down from the bed then gave him a paper towel with which to clean his penis. When he had done so, I took him in my arms and held his beautifully muscled body in my arms.
I whispered to him that he had given me a lot of pleasure and that I hoped I had done the same or him. The movement of his hands over my body gave me my answer. I returned his caresses and whispered to him that he was a lovely person and thanked him again for letting me have the pleasure of helping him cum.
Then I bent and kissed him. I don't think he had ever been kissed in that way before but he quickly yielded to my tongue and I in turn encouraged him to explore my mouth with his tongue. The little shudders of pleasure which ran through his lean muscled torso told me that it was an experience he was enjoying. It was a long kiss but eventually, almost reluctantly, our lips and bodies parted.
I ushered him to the chair beside my desk and returned to my own seat, telling him that he had a lovely penis and that I thought he was going to have a lot of fun with it. He told me his erection was seven inches long, with some pride. I told him that from what I had just seen it was larger - my guess was at least seven and a half inches - and he looked even more pleased.
'Does this mean that I'm gay?' he asked me and I told him it probably did, then explained to him what being gay meant. Although very mature in manner and in other ways, sexually he was very inexperienced. He had neve had sexual intercourse, had no gay friends and, with the exception of a single, unenjoyable and negative experience he had never had a sexual experience with another man -until he had met me - or a women..
I told him that he would have an exciting future, full of new experiences and that many new sexual pleasures awaited him. I suggested that he should try to meet people who felt the same way as he did. He grinned at me and said he had. I told him not to be naughty and to put his clothes on. He had appeared quite at ease sitting a metre away from me and seemed oblivious to the fact that he was naked. He gathered his clothes and dressed while I watched the graceful movements his body.
I wrote him a 'sick note' and handed it to him saying that if his stomach complaint had not cleared up by Thursday, he should 'phone Felix and make another appointment. He thanked me, told me I had given him the best sexual experience ever and left the surgery, leaving me to reminisce about the enjoyment I had given and received and wishing that there had been an opportunity to take a video of his magnificent ejaculation.
This short story tells of a visit by David Carr to a doctor from the Doctors' perspective. The next part (3. David Carr) recounts his second visit to the Doctor and what new experiences he has.
I would be grateful for your feedback on the story so far and any suggestions about its content or what might be included in future episodes. Please send your views and comments to mikepope_9@hotmail.com.