I was never a real big sports nut, but for my kids, I played the consummate soccer dad. Our community had a "non competitive" league, and we're always short on coaches. I new most of the parents and kids in my son's age group after about 6 years in the league. I had worked at an assistant coach for the past 2 years and had learned a lot about coaching.
The kids came from all sorts of backgrounds, from wealthy to poor. One of the major requirements of the league was an annual physical for the players. Every year we went through the hassle of getting each kid's physical on record, so this year I decided to try something new.
It was a long shot, but I had a close friend who had a friend who was a medical doctor, recently out of medical school. I had met him once at a neighborhood BBQ, and he seemed like the sort of guy who might be willing to give the kids a physical. I called Brad, introduced myself, and was relieved when he remembered who I was. I laid out the request, and was grateful when he agreed. We arranged the time and place, the needed form and releases. I would be there to be the second adult in the room, for liability reasons. He agreed to accept a $5 fee each, which would mainly cover his costs for gas and materials.
The Saturday finally arrived for the physicals, and the kids gradually arriving and waiting in the lobby of the community center beside the practice fields. I was relieved when he actually showed up a half-hour early, and was amazed how young he looked. He had that California 'surfer-dude' look about him, with blond hair and blue eyes. His smile lit up the room, and I found myself instantly liking this guy. Together we set up a make shift examination room in the boys locker room, allowing privacy.
I was bored out of my skin by the time he finished with the all the kids. The coach has already taken the boys out for practice and I stayed behind to help Brad clean up. I was shocked when I heard him say "It says on the league forms that the coaches need a physical too. How about we get yours out of the way right now?"
I was not too fond of doctor visits, and a little nervous about Brad poking around, but I had become comfortable around him, captured by his smile, and decided to take a risk. I was a little nervous about being undressed in front of such a perfect physical specimen as Brad, but he was a doctor, used to all kinds of bodies.
I responded "Sure why not, and it saves me the hassle of an office visit."
Brad said "Well I guess you know the procedure by now. Take your shirt off and sit on the table."
I felt my nipples get hard in the cool basement room, especially when he touched me with the cold metal of the stethoscope. He went through all the mouth, nose, and ears stuff, and I found myself responding to his touch. I lay down as he felt around my abdomen, and felt a twinge when his fingers approached my waist.
"As an adult I need to be a little more thorough. Why don't you take off your slacks and lay down," he said. I was instantly in a panic as I was partially aroused and about to be embarrassed. I lifted my hips and slipped my white jockey briefs to mid thigh. His hands were warm as he gently spread my legs apart and touched my testicles. I've had many doctors touch me here before, but none felt as personal and intimate as Brad.
"You know, you should give yourself regular exams for lumps." He seemed to take his time feeling each, one at a time. By this time there was no hiding my arousal. Brad simply ignored the fact, all the time playing magic on my body by his touch. I suddenly realized that Brad was not wearing latex gloves. The examination had turned into erotic exploration. Part of me wanted to run screaming from the room, but the more inquisitive part of me liked the attention and the touch of his fingers. Lying on the table I could also detect that Brad's slacks had an obvious tenting action. I suddenly wondered what Brad looked like naked. It was as if the two halves of me were arguing about what to do next.
Brad asked me to stand, as he felt for any hernias, the old 'turn your head and cough' routine. His hands were like magic, and my erection would not subside, and to my horror, there was a drop of clear shinny fluid at the tip. He had me cough several times while he moved his fingers around my groin. A drop has drooled and had landed on his hand. I had never felt so out of control in my entire life, nor had I ever had sexual thoughts about a man. I watched in increasing admiration as my hard dick bounced around, a second slick pearl of fluid was at the tip.
Brad asked me a few questions, increasingly personal. "Any problem getting or keeping erections?" he asked.
"No" I answered.
"I guess I could have skipped that question," he said looking at my engorged cock.
I could clearly see his erection. In a response unlike any I'd ever spoken, I said "Doesn't look like you have a problem in that department yourself."
"This is your examination, not mine. Any pain urinating?" he said, a huge smile spread across his face.
"Not that I've noticed."
"Since you're almost 40, I need to check your prostate. Have you done this before?"
"No, this will be my first. Will it hurt?" I asked.
"No, we had to practice on each other in medical school, and I found it rather pleasurable. I need for you to lean over the table and point your toes."
My mind was so flooded by sexual thoughts that I didn't even question that I would comply. I turned enough to watch him place some clear lubrication on his freshly gloved fingertips. My underwear had long since landed on the floor, and I was totally naked. I pushed my erection down to be clearly visible to Brad and I laid on the table top, feet on the floor.
"This might be a little uncomfortable at first," Brad said.
I waited with anticipation as his finger approached my rectum. His finger quickly entered the muscle ring, and clearly circled the opening. I felt a little pain and discomfort, but was totally aroused. When Brad pressed my prostate gland, it felt like fireworks had gone off in my insides. I could hear the groan escape my throat, as if I was watching this happen to someone else.
"Does that hurt?" he asked.
"No, but it sure felt weird," I replied. Brad did not instantly remove his fingers, and continued to probe around. I felt myself spread further for better access, and push against his fingers. The sensations and nerves that he was touching were like sexual magic. Before I realized what was happening, my body was preparing for an imminent orgasm. His fingers were still inside as I felt my rectum contracting, and the first volley of semen hit the floor. Two, three, four contractions followed, and yet Brad did not withdraw his finger. By now I was thinking how his cock would feel up my ass, too aroused to be worried or embarrassed by my orgasm.
"Prostate function appears to be exceptional" he said in superficial clinical voice, still with his finger up my ass. "Is this a typical volume of seminal fluid?" he asked.
"My gawd, no. I haven't cum like this since I was a teenager. Whatever you touched in there was like the fountain of youth. What did you do?"
"The prostate is a very sensitive organ. Can you feel it, I'm pressing it now?"
"Yes, it's kind of sensitive now?"
"That's normal after orgasm. The male body has lots of erogenous nerves around the rectum and near the prostate. Most guys cannot admit how great this feels." He said, his finger still knuckle deep inside me. I pushed against his movements, and felt myself recovering and becoming aroused again.
"How did you learn to do that?" I asked.
"Lots of practice during medical school. I actually practiced on my room mate till we both got it right. It's not all that complicated. Would you like to try?"
By now my erection had returned, quicker than recent memory could recall. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, no problem. It's all in the name of medical science. The door is locked, and we're alone," he responded.
When he withdrew his finger, I felt a sudden emptiness. I began to pull up my shorts, but decided against it and et them fall to the floor. Mark took off his lab coat, folded it and sat it on a chair. He helped me get my hand gloved up, and squirted some lubrication on the tip. With little fanfare, he dropped his slacks and boxers to the floor. My eyes were instantly drawn to his erection. His blond hair was almost invisible, making his cock and balls look bigger. I had never seen another erection outside of porno movies, and suddenly wanted to explore more. Mark turned, and placed his hands on the table, still standing, and spread his legs. I could see his balls hanging low. I moved in closer, and could feel the heat of his body against my bare skin.
I wasn't sure how to begin, but I could clearly see the opening, just like a tiny rosebud. I could tell that Brad was really ready for some action as he pushed against my finger, and could see him raise his butt by lowering his chest to the table. My first finger slipped easily inside. Mark made some audible groans, clearly in pleasure. I circled the opening and added a second finger. Mark guided me to his prostate, and encouraged me to message it.
My own erection was touching Brad's skin. I was leaving sticky trails wherever it touched. I was suddenly overcome by the urge to enter him, a thought totally foreign to me. Mark was increasing pushing against my fingers, and I slipped a third finger inside.
Brad's only audible words were "Fuck me!"
I was torn between the urge to run away, and the stronger urge to penetrate and plunder his ass. The second urge won. Dr. Brad had a supply of condoms in his bag, and directed me to them. He again lowered his chest to the table, lifting his ass higher in the air. His stiff manhood wedged between his body and the table. His balls were red, and not longer dangled, but had pulled up tight.
I had to withdraw my fingers to manage the condom. I quickly rolled it down, making sure the lubrication was on the outside. I applied some of the jelly to the tip, and moved closer. I pressed my cock against his rectum, and enjoyed the feel. We were skin to skin, and I pressed forward, as if some call of mother nature were being obeyed. I slipped easily inside, and he easily took my entire shaft. My balls were suddenly touching his. I waited, as if to completely absorb the memory. I knew I'd be jerking off to this picture for years to cum.
I pulled back out, almost totally, and pressed forward. Mark responded with his same request "Fuck me!" and added a "NOW" for good measure. I plunged forward, and felt my balls slap against his. His ass was tight and warm, and seemed to suck me inwards. I moved closer to get deeper. I pulled his hips backwards. I lost all control, almost like a primeval person took control, wanting to fuck and control, rape and plunder, and most of all cum. I had never felt so alive, so focused, so macho in my entire life. Brad was whimpering by the time I blasted cum and filled the condom.
Mark made sure I kept a hold on the condom as I withdrew. I was amazed how full the reservoir tip looked, especially as it was my second orgasm. Mark stood up and turned around. He had not yet cum, and had his fist around his hard organ. He sat on the table, and began to stroke his phallus. Having lost all of my usual inhibitions, I leaned forward and took the tip in my mouth. The pre-cum was slippery on my lips, but had very little taste. Having never sucked a cock, I was unsure how to begin, but just used my tongue and lips on the tip. Mark was desperate to cum, and continued to pump with his hand, lifting his butt off the table. I could see the contorted look on his face as his eyes rolled backwards. His muscles in his back arched, the tension obvious. He tried to warn me, but I continued to suck on his cock.
The first blast of cum was a surprise, mostly due to my inexperience. I quickly withdrew my mouth, only to get the second blast right between the eyes. The rest hit his tummy and finally dripped down his fist. His body relaxed and he lay quietly on the table. I was unsure what to do or say, so I quietly wiped my face with a tissue. I was totally engrossed in Brad's body and the amount of cum on his body. I rubbed the cum into his skin, while giving special attention to his nipples.
"Man that was incredible," he said "I haven't cum like that in years. Hand me some of those paper towels, will ya."
I watched in rapt attention, as he cleaned his body. He even removed some of the excess lubricant from his ass. I could have watched for hours, but in minutes he was dressing. My wilted dick refused to stand again, and I began to dress.
Brad asked "Was this your first time?"
"Yes, I never knew this kind of pleasure existed. I take it that it's not your first time?"
"Nah, I discovered this in medical school when my room mate and I practiced rectal exams on each other. I sure miss him, he really new how to fuck my ass. You're pretty good learner yourself."
"Well thanks, I guess" I replied, slightly embarrassed.
We quickly packed up all the stuff and loaded his car. I was unsure what to say or do, embarrassed by my sudden sexual awakening. Brad's thoughts were two steps ahead of me.
"Hey, I'm going fishing next Saturday. How would you like to join me?" he asked.
"I'd love it," I said, with a huge smile on my face. I could hardly wait till then.