+++Hey you kids under 18, I see you, press that "X" on the top right and go. But those older over sexed friends, stay and help out the hero.
It was a scary and intensely embarrassing step I took to see Doctor Morse. First off, I had to admit that I had reached the stage that my problem was interfering with my whole life, not to mention sex life. I was desperate.
This doctor specialized in male sexual problems. I girded up my lions (hoping to get them ungirded) and made an appointment. The doc answered the phone himself. He was very tactful and didn't question me. "We can talk about what's bothering you when you being examined, Robert. But stop calling me doctor, that inhibits your comfort level. Call me Ray."
So even before we met I sensed that this was going to be a very different experience than the visit to an ordinary medic.
Dr. Ray's offices were in a large commercial office building and that made it much easier for me. But when the elevator arrived at his floor, I realized that his office was the only one on that floor and I heard a few snickers from my fellow passengers as I stepped out. Shit, everyone knew I had a sex problem, but at least they were strangers.
I entered and there was the waiting room. A sign stated that the red light on the examining door when lit meant that the doctor was busy with a patient. I saw no patient leave so I assumed there was an exit that enabled the patient to leave without returning to the waiting room. That was a good idea. If the elevator experiences wasn't bad enough, imagine returning to a full waiting room and have all eyes on me.
The red light went out and a green light appeared. A moment later the door opened and there was Dr. Ray. Was I surprised. He wasn't a fifty year old bearded gent, no Ray was a vital, handsome, sexy young man. He looked like a college jock with his curly blond hair, blue eyes and handsome features.
"Robert, come in." He spoke in a mellow, intimate friendly voice that endeared him to me instantly. He held out a large smooth, warm hand and clasped mine in welcome.
He asked me to join him in his office. "If we will need to use the examining room later. Keep your clothes on for now," he said laughingly.
I sat on a comfortable rolling chair in front of his large desk and he sat behind it with a clip board. "We need some info."
I nodded. He asked the usual innocuous questions as to my age (twenty four), address, past medical history (not much except tonsils) and then put down his pen and fixed me with his deep blue eyes. "What brings you here?"
I hesitated. He nodded encouragingly. "I have a problem with, with er cumming."
"That's a common problem Robert. Premature ejaculation affects many men. The good news is that it can be overcome successfully. We have several methods, such as..."
I broke in, "Doc, I wish that was my problem. I don't cum too fast, I almost can't cum, except after a long time and with lots of effort. My sex partners get disgusted with me and it is very difficult to have relationships at all."
"I see. How about when you masturbate?"
"It's more successful, but still takes a lot of effort to, to get off."
He put his hands as if he was praying. "It's not a common dysfunction, but not unknown. I have had three patients suffering with this phenomenon and I am happy to say that all three obtained a successful result."
"What would the treatment involve?"
"Yes, you will want to know. If takes three sessions. You will learn how to utilized sensations that you formerly were unaware of, and use that knowledge to produce total orgasm in the time desired."
"Wow, that sounds great. When can we start?"
"Well first I need to give you physical examination to determine if you are otherwise healthy, then we will be making a first appointment. It will be in the evening, not during regular hours, and it will be in my personal apartment in the rear of this office. Further, there will be another person present. A sex therapist. Do you prefer a female, or a male."
I blushed. "I prefer men."
"Me too," he said and laughed heartily. "You must tell me the type of male you prefer so that we employ the correct person."
While undressing in the booth, I thought about my perfect lover. Wearing that short gown, I appeared in the examining room. As he give me the usual physical check, I described my ideal lover.
"Not over my age. Slim, not too handsome, humorous, friendly, has to love kissing and not squeamish about far out experimentation."
I stopped talking. Doc was feeling my scrotum and checking my penis. I erected immediately.
"You have no difficulty in obtaining an erection, I see. Incidentally, you have a lovely cock. It is shaped perfectly and of generous size. And I must say you are an extremely attractive guy, Bob."
Uh, uh, we have reached the Bob stage. I could see that he was flushed and his light summer trousers were puffed out in the crotch area. This was going to be more than an ordinary doctor patient relationship. Hey, already he had fingered my cock and ass.
As I dressed, he came to the cubicle and held his appointment book. "How is this coming Thursday at seven PM. Don't eat a large dinner and no alcohol."
End Part One.
++don't worry, the rest of the story will have so much hot sex that you will...you know.