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The following story is a work of fiction. It deals with subject matter that some readers may find objectionable. Therefore if sex between two consenting men or scat is offensive to you or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!
Dr. Mike - Medicine Man - Part 1 by Rim4you
Chapter 1
I had seen him often enough jogging past my kitchen window as I sat drinking my morning coffee. Promptly at 6:30 a.m., he'd round the corner and head up the street. More often than not he'd be wearing sweats but sometimes he'd have on a pair of flimsy nylon shorts which did little to hide his bulges. Only once did he sail past my window wearing spandex. What a sight to behold that was!
I could practically set my watch by this jogger. After dragging myself out of bed I'd head for the kitchen for that morning cup of java and before long he'd round that familiar corner. Glancing at the clock on the wall, it would always be close to 6:30.
From what I could see, the jogger was tall, dark haired and I'd guess in his mid thirties. On those days that he'd treat me to an appearence wearing a tank top, I could see that he was nicely built too. Not overly muscular. Needless to say, it was obvious that he kept his body fit, trim and in shape. But then again, here in California, who dosen't?
Practically everyone I know holds a membership with some fitness center. I got dragged into it by my best friend, Damon. Now he's a fanatic and works out daily to my twice a week routine. But I have to admit, his workouts paid off handsomely. He's gorgeous and he knows it! Seeing him in the lockeroom after a strenuous workout, stripping out of his clothes and strutting to the showers is truly a feast for the eyes! If Damon only knew what he did for me. But then again, maybe he does. The truth be told, I wouldn't toss Damon out of my bed ... ever.
Chapter 2
"I need to get a physical, Damon. Know of any good docs in this town?" I asked.
"Time for the 'ol cough, cough routine, eh Adam?"
"Yeah. Any suggestions?"
"Why not go to my doc?"
"And who might that be?"
"Dr. Mike. He's good. Has an office on Santa Monica boulevard."
"Is he taking new patients?"
"How the heck would I know, Adam? Just call and find out. You got Prudential medical insurance?"
"Yeah."
"Well you're in luck. Call and make an appointment."
I never liked going to the doctor. Getting a physical? Ugh! Having some old gezer yanking on my balls and fingering my hole was not my idea of fun. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy having my balls played with and a finger or two or three up my butt, but ... We all have our standards. Right?
Luckily, Dr. Mike was accepting new patients and he'd see me Wednesday morning.
"Now remember, no food or drink after midnight and ..."
The nurse or receptionist's voice droned in my ear. Was I dumb or something? I knew the routine. I chuckled at the thought of how many doctors fingered assholes only to discover more than they had bargained for when they pulled their finger out? Hmmm! A way for a patient to even the score? I laughed.
"Excuse me?" Nurse whoever, asked.
"Sorry. Wednesday morning? Nine-thirty? Okey-doke! I'll be there."
"We'll see you then, Adam."
Like hell she would, I thought as I hung up the phone. I braced myself for the inevitable. An old, bespectacled doctor saying those immortal words: "now relax and bend over!"
Chapter 3
DR. MICHAEL SORENSON, M.D. Internal Medicine
Yep. That's what the sign said in bold letters on the door. I wondered how internal he'd get! Most likely he was growing riper and riper for his eternal reward: DR. MICHAEL SORENSON, R.I.P.
Oh well. Better to get this over with and on my way. The sooner the better. As usual I was shuffeled around from one room to another. X-rays in this room. Blood work in that room and of course, pointed to the direction of the bathroom by a rather cute guy with the words:
"We'll need a urine sample."
We being the key word. Why do they always speak in the plural? I would have gladly given him my urine sample personally. But alas ...
In the privacy of a bathroom cubicle I welcomed the opportunity to empty my bladder. Aiming my dick into the sample cup I quickly filled it up adding a good head of froth to the specimen to boot.
The cute guy was waiting to retrieve my goods. I grinned as I handed it to him. He smiled back at me. Hmmm! Maybe he gets kinky? Why couldn't he have asked me for a semen sample? That would have been more enjoyable.
I was finally led to an examining room by a nurse who looked more like a prison matron!
"The doctor will be in shortly. You'll want to get undressed."
Did I detect a twinkle in her eye?
"There's a sheet to cover up with," she said.
Alone at last, I slipped out of my clothes. With just my skivvies on I hopped up on the examining bench and waited.
"Adam Barton!" A voice boomed, as the door swung open. "Good morning. I'm Doctor Mike."
I glanced up at the man standing before me. My heart began to pound in my chest. I could feel my blood pressure, among other things, on the rise.
"Doctor Mike?" I asked, coyly.
"In the flesh," he replied, spreading his arms wide and flashing me a big smile. "Your Damon's friend I understand."
"Yes. I am."
"Terrefic guy. Damon." Dr. Mike, said. "Keeps himself physically fit."
I stared at Dr. Mike in disbelief. Was I dreaming? My visions of an old geezer quickly dissipated as I looked at my new doctor. I'd recognize this man anywhere. Here was the jogger! In person and up close.
A shock of wavy brown hair framed his face. Deep blue eyes, full lips and a square jaw that dimpled at the chin completed his facial features. A neatly trimmed gotee gave him a sexy look.
A quick glance down at his left hand revealed no wedding band. Not even a tan line if one had been worn. Perhaps this was my lucky day.
He was more handsome in person and far more stunning than I could have ever imagined although I would have preferred him in his sweats as I was used to seeing him.
I could feel myself perspiring. My hands were clamy and between my legs, my dick was twitching and slowly rising. Perhaps I could use that to my advantage if I played my cards right. Here was one 'cough, cough,' as Damon put it, and rectal exam that I was thoroughly going to enjoy.
I couldn't help thinking the things I was thinkng as he pulled on surgical gloves. Some guys wear gloves when fisting. Hmmm! I wonder?
The exam proceded.
"I'll need you to take your briefs down, Adam." Dr. Mike said, in a professional tone.
I wondered how he'd say that outside of the office? I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs and slowly tugged them down. My semi-erect cock bobbed and my balls swung freely.
A warm, tingly feeling swept over me as I felt Dr. Mike's hand craddle my balls and felt his warm breath.
"Cough for me, Adam."
I coughed.
"Again."
I coughed again. Could I have imagined it but wasn't that his fingers caressing my nut sack?
"And again."
Again I obliged him with another cough and this time my dick jerked upwards. It was definitely on the rise.
Dr. Mike released his grip on my balls but before taking his hand away, I felt his hand on my cock, lifting it up.
"Everything okay down there, doc?" I asked.
"You can call me Mike and yes, everything down here seems to be operational judging from the looks of things," he replied, running his fingers gently along the length of my rising shaft.
"You jog, don't you?" I asked, trying to strike up a conversation.
"Yeah. I do. Why?"
"Up Santa Rosa?"
"Yeah. That's in my route. Why?"
"You always seem to round the corner every morning around the time I'm pouring myself a cup of coffee. I see you from my kitchen window."
"Well then. Maybe one morning I could drop by and join you in your morning coffee, Adam."
"Sure. That'd be swell."
Where this was all leading I had no idea. Hopefully to my bed!
Dr. Mike smiled. Turning, he jotted something down on my chart. Then he reached for what I knew to be the KY tube.
"Crisco time?" I asked, laughing.
"Sure is," he replied, grinning. "You know the routine, I'm sure."
"Yep!" I replied.
I slid my briefs down a little more. Placing my hands on the examining bench I leaned forward slightly. Spreading my legs I pushed my ass back and up so that my asscheeks would part exposing my hole. I felt lewd. Hell. I felt downright horny. I felt vulnerable but in a willing sort of way. The fact that I knew I wasn't exactly squeaky clean back there only served to excite me even more.
Looking down between my legs I could see that my cock was rock hard.
"It's all yours!" I said, looking at Dr. Mike over my shoulder.
"Now where have I heard that before?" he replied, with a sheepish smile, positioning himself behind me.
"Be gentle with me, doc!" I giggled.
"Well at least you have a good sense of humor, Adam. Now, just relax."
I felt his finger swirl the cool gel around my hole. I could feel my asshole twitching as it always did whenever touched. It was a feeling I enjoyed.
Slowly. Methodically, Dr. Mike's finger began to slide up my hole. Unlike any other doctor who just rammed it home, as did some tricks, he did it in a way that was erotic to say the least. It wasn't just an in and out motion either. Rather it was slow, deep and probing.
It felt so good I let out a brief sigh and instinctively rocked my ass back. I could feel the probing digit swirling around the inner walls of my rectum.
He retracted his finger slightly only to probe again. Was he finger fucking me? I wondered. Again, he pulled his finger back slightly only to penetrate once more. Gently, I rotated my hips and clamped my hole around his finger. He paused before continuing his deep probing.
This time I let out an audible gasp. I was past a mere rectal exam now. I was turned on. I slid a hand down between my legs. Curling my fingers around my cock I began to stroke it. At the same time I rocked back and forth on his finger.
Perceiving a rustling sound and a soft thud, I looked over my shoulder and down. My eyes met Dr. Mike's. He was on his knees. With one hand he was massaging his crotch and, of course, with the other, his finger was still working its magic up my butthole.
"Feels good," I whispered. "Do you always give your new patients the royal treatment."
"Hmmmmm! What's this?" Dr. Mike said, with a slight moan, working his finger deep.
"Find something, doc? A tumor perhaps?" I cooed, pursing my lips.
"We'll have to find out. Won't we, Adam?"
Slowly, he slid his finger out of my hole. He held his finger up for me to see.
"Just as I suspected," he said. "We have some blockage here."
He passed his finger under his nose and took a whiff. His actions turned me on even more. By now my cock was at full throttle and leaking pre-cum. Looking at his gloved finger I knew that I definitely wasn't clean back there.
"So what's the cure, doc?" I asked.
"We'll have to do an irrigation. A cursory one for now and a more thorough one, say, this evening?"
"Fuck!" I sighed, pumping my cock.
"Exactly." Dr. Mike replied, sniffing his finger again and fumbling with his trousers to release his dick. "But don't worry, Adam. Your in good hands. Or should I say ..."
"Nice cock!" I sighed, staring at the thick, hard tool Dr. Mike extracted from his pants.
"Thank you, Adam," he replied, with a smile. Only this time, as he passed his finger under his nose for another whiff of my asshole, he darted out his tongue and licked his finger.
"You like that?" I asked, watching him hypnotically.
"Mmmmmm! Delicious, Adam!"
"So where were you when I had to give a urine sample?" I asked, jokingly.
"Oh! You could say that I was sampling your specimen," he answered, smacking his lips. "as was Joey."
"Joey? Who's Joey?"
"That cute stud you were drooling over earlier. Joey and I ... uh ... let's just say that we have similar tastes."
Wrapping his lips around his dirty digit, Dr. Mike slid his finger into his mouth.
"I'm beginning to see that, doc!" I said. "Now. About my blockage problem ..."
"Oh yeah!" Dr. Mike replied, taking his finger from his mouth and rubbing brown spittle on his dick. "We'll begin your treatment now."
Stepping up behind me, he grasped my hips. I felt the head of his dick kissing my twitching asshole. I sighed.
"This is only a preliminary exam, mind you!" he whispered, penetrating me. "I'll irrigate you more thoroughly later this evening. However, you're not to evacuate your blockage on your own. Understand?"
"Whatever you say!" I moaned, impaling myself on Dr. Mike's cock. "Your the doctor. The medicine man!"
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