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"Mr. Rogers?" "Remove your clothes from the waist down and put this gown on.
"I'm Dr. Grayson. From what I see here you have erectile disfunction, something highly irregular for a man your age." I was 23.
"If you mean I can't get a boner and cum, that's me."
"Let me take a look."
"I need you to have an erection."
"Ain't going to happen, Dr."
"Oh yes it will, I'm going to give you a shot in the base of your penis, it won't hurt. I'll be back in ten minutes."
"You're tumescent now."
"Dr. Grayson, I don't understand a lot of what you're saying, you're messing with my cock, can't we use street language?"
"Okay, Mr. Rogers."
"It's Phillip, but most call me Flip."
"It's Peter, Flip." I laughed, how ironic.
"So, let's check this out."
I hadn't had a boner in a very long time, but this one was as hard as I'd ever been. It was like an old friend I hadn't seen in a while.
He did some stuff down there, then said, "Your vascularity is normal."
"What?"
"Most men with erect... who can't pop a boner can't do it because of blood flow, you don't have that problem."
"I need you to ejaculate, I mean cum. You have two choices, this or this. This may take a while but won't hurt, this will be quick but you won't like it."
The first this was his right hand, the second was a steel tool that I think he would stick up my ass. I pointed to his empty hand.
"Any male over the age of twelve knows how to do this. Most just grab it and pound on it. There's no such thing as a bad hand job, but you're about to get something you can't even imagine."
It took about fifteen minutes of heaven, then I had a terribly painful orgasm.
"When was the last time you did this."
"Over a year, just like my boners."
He held up what looked like a thick white piece of rubbery string. "This just came out of you, it was lodged in your ejaculatory duct." "Huh?" "Cum chute."
"I think you need to do it again. Flip. I want you to do it this time."
"Can you show me how you did that?" I had jacked off for years, but what this man did to me was unimaginable. He showed me
"My intern will come in and clean you up in about twenty minutes and then you can get dressed. I'll come back and we can talk."
"Flip, I'm Jerry. Gotta clean this mess up, you done good, man."
"Geeze, you're still hard."
"I had a shot."
"No," Jerry said, "that should have worn off five or ten minutes ago. This is all you, big guy." He gave my erect cock a gentle slap.
"You've got one more in there that needs to get out, and I'll do it for you." He worked me like Peter did (Do they teach this in medical school? How do these men even get out of bed in the morning, or ever?)
I was feeling really good, then I didn't believe what happened. He stopped jacking me and then put my cock in his mouth, if his manual skills were special his buccal talents were better. I have had a couple of these, but nothing like this. He ran his hands up my t-shirt and did a number on my nipples while he did it. My gut cringed and Jerry got my spunk, but it couldn't have been much. I didn't know it, but Peter had come back into the room.
"It's obvious there's nothing wrong with the plumbing, three of those in less than two hours. The only problem you have, Flip, is with your primary sex organ, and not this one. He slapped me in the balls, it's this one." He hit me on the top of the head.
"Tell me about your sex life."
"Women have treated you terribly, I don't know why, you are a handsome man and as far as I can tell, a very nice one. And unless you are a really bum fuck, I can't see a woman not wanting you."
"How do you feel about having sex with a man?"
I didn't expect that question, but I answered, "I don't know, and I mean, I don't know. But I guess I just did. I'm okay with it, but I've never been there before."
"I can't prescribe it or I'd be decertified, but you need sex with people who won't dump on you; and, believe me, no man is going to turn you down. You need to get that off at least twice a week, twice a day isn't too much."
"You said you live near here." He took his prescription pad, ripped his name off the top and wrote an address on the rest of the page. "Start here."
For two weeks I jacked off almost every day, Doctor's orders. It had been so long, but what Peter and Jerry had taught me was better than anything I had ever done with myself before. I finally decided to go to the bar he told me about.
Would you believe it was called Dick's? That was as close as it ever came to a dick that I saw. There were a few men exchanging glances, but nothing ever happened. I had expected that this would be a hot bed of gay sex, though I had no idea what that would be. The second time I went it was just the same. I decided to try it once more, third time's the charm they say. I was sitting at the bar, nursing a beer. A pair of arms snaked around me and a sweet kiss was behind my ear. "Nice to see you again, Flip." It was Jerry.
"This place isn't what I expected."
"It can be, there are a lot of lonely, hungry men in here. All it takes is a match thrown into the trash can, and these guys will be all over each other."
"Hug me and kiss me."
"Why? Jerry."
"Because I want you to."
I did and he said, "Oh shit, Flip you've got to do better than that." He wrapped me tight in his arms and sucked my tongue into his mouth. We did that for quite a while.
"All of these men think we're lovers, and they all wish they were us."
"You need to learn how to work this place, Flip."
"Why can't it just be us?"
"You need to."
Just do this, he grabbed my hand and pushed it into his crotch. "I'm Jerry, need a friend?" he said. "That's all you have to do; testosterone will take care of the rest."
"Look around, is there a man in here you want?"
"I don't even know what that fucking means, Jerry."
"Is there a man in here that you think is handsome or pretty, with a body that you like and want to play with?"
"I guess him." There was a blonde young man with an endearing smile who reminded me of Tab Hunter in "Damn Yankees." I love classic movies.
"Go get him, just the way I showed you, you won't believe what will happen next."
I wasn't at all comfortable doing this, and if Jerry wasn't sitting at the bar watching me, I wouldn't have done it.
"Hi, I'm Phillip, my friends can me Flip. You need a friend?" I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs.
"Damn, is that all you?"
He hugged me, deep kissed me and never took his hand off my crotch.
Jerry was right, the rest of the men quickly paired off and were getting very friendly.
I didn't know his name, but he said, "Come with me, that thing and I have to get better acquainted." There was a small patio in back, he was on my cock as soon as he could get my pants down. He was okay, there probably isn't a bad blow job (except for teeth), but nothing like Jerry.
I didn't know if I was supposed to give it back to him, I really kind of wanted to, but I didn't even know how.
I came back about once a week. It didn't always explode, but it was fun. The doctor was right, men didn't dump on me at all, and I had a reputation for my hand jobs.
I was in the bar one night and a pair of arms wrapped themselves around me. "Whoever you are, treat me nice." I said. He pulled my head back and gave me a deep kiss, it was Jerry. He ordered a drink and I told Dick, don't.
"Why did you do that?"
"Because you're going home with me."
"Why?'
"Geeze, Jerry, do I need to hit you with something?"
"Jerry, I've met a couple of men at the bar, and I wanted to give them what they gave me, but I don't know how, can you teach me?"
He did, way further than I expected. I had never fucked a man, but he was as good at that as everything else.
I didn't think I was gay, but what men had given me and women hadn't, there was really no choice; but for all the men I had, and had me, I needed more.
The bar was getting just to be a place to fuck and, eventually, get fucked.
I was nursing a beer, when a sweet kiss was laid under my ear. "Can we go home?"
It was Jerry, and we kissed deeply.
"What do you mean home."
"Your place."
We left. We shared incredible sex, this man was unbelievable.
He spent the night, and we didn't hardly sleep.
We woke in each other's arms.
"Can I move in with you?"
Boy did I not expect that, and I didn't really know how to answer him.
He was everything I wanted, and he was what I wanted, I just didn't know how to handle it.
"I'm staying here, Flip, until you kick me out."
"Like that's going to happen?"
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