Well, it has been quite a while since I wrote anything here. Seems I was hearing from a lot of guys about my writing and the episodes, but after #13 and #14 were posted, everybody just froze up on me. Guess I shouldn't have been so open as to mention the fact that I was going to be independently wealthy, just because my grandfather set me up with a couple of trust funds. But, you can really find out who your friends are that way also. The big thing about those trust funds was a stipulation my grandfather put into them, I could not touch them until I turned 30. He wanted me to go out and get a job and work in the real world, just as he had done, and as my father had done. He wanted me to have a work ethic, and I am glad he did it. I worked at a good paying job for several years, and I worked hard, and I am glad for the experience. And, just because one is independently wealthy does not mean there are no responsibilities that go with that wealth, I think sometimes that person works harder than if they had a regular job. Yes, I have a team of lawyers that administer the trust funds for me, but now, since I have hit the magic 30 mark, I have about 95% say in what is happening with my investments, etc.
Enough about me now. I have two or three, maybe four more episodes to write about, might get them all in this writing, then again, maybe not.
My last episode ended with Matt moving in with me at the "mansion" I inherited from my grandparents. But, I want to go back about three years before I met Matt and tell about an experience I had at the doctor's office.
I Get A New Doctor
The company I worked for provided all the benefits one could ask for, medical/dental/vision insurance, 401-k-s (with generous matching by the company), IRA's, and even an employee cafeteria. They also had a very generous pension plan, but I wasn't planning on sticking around long enough to participate in that, although I never told them that. I didn't want to ruin any chances of advancing up the corporate ladder with this company. Anyway, in the beginning of the year, well, April, all employees were notified that the company was changing medical insurance coverage, going with a different insurer. This was going to be effective July 1. But, we had to notify the company before that time if we were going to make the switch with them, we could stay with the original insurer if we wished, but the benefits were not going to be as generous. So I opted to go with the new insurance.
July 1, I am at my desk in my office when I get a call from H. R. (Human Resources). I was told that since I had opted to go with the new insurer, I had to have an appointment for a complete physical. They would call the insurance company and the insurance company would make the appointment for me and then notify me when and where to keep the appointment. Well, that's not so bad, takes a load off my shoulders, someone else doing the grunt work. So I told them to go ahead and do it.
Two days later I get this call from the insurance company telling me that I have an appointment with a Dr. Steven ********* at 3 p.m. that day. I am wondering how long this is going to take, because I have plans for the 4th of July, which included going out of town. I asked and was told maybe an hour tops, so gave the go ahead to confirm. They gave me directions to the clinic, which was right on the way home for me, so I took down the directions to make sure I had them right and then told my supervisor what was happening. At this point, I was not my own boss, I still had to report to someone, but it wasn't like I couldn't set my own hours or something like that. The company was very loose with the rules, at least for middle and upper management.
I left work about an hour early, even though the clinic was just a 15 minute drive away. I have had enough experience with getting new doctors that I knew there was going to be lots of paper work to go through and signing papers to have my medical records transferred from my previous doctor to this doctor, and I wanted to make sure I had time to get this all done before my appointment. I had called my previous doctor earlier in the day and told him what was going on, so he wasn't in the dark and he knew I wasn't leaving his practice for any thing he had done or not done.
I got to the clinic, and just as I thought, the receptionist handed me a fist full of forms to be filled out and signed. They wanted my full life story, it seemed, had to know everytime I had been hospitalized and what for, all and any surgeries, just about everything from the day I was born. Fortunately, I have been pretty healthy, so there weren't a lot of things to have to recall, just childhood illnesses like the chicken-pox and colds, sore throats, etc. I finished up with about ten minutes to spare, so was glad I had arrived early. About five minutes after I handed in my "book" to the receptionist, a nurse came out and called my name. I got up and followed her through the door and back into an area of quite a few waiting rooms, all equipped the same way, you know, the desk, computer, chairs and the exam table. She stopped before a scale and had me get on it to be weighed. I kicked off my shoes and emptied my pockets, then stepped on. It balanced at just a little over 165, which I was pleased with. Been holding my own in the weight department, anyway. I don't like to get too much heavier than that because then I start feeling uncomfortable, physically. I feel like my body is not responding as I want it to. After the scale, she ushers me into a waiting room, goes to a cabinet and gets out a gown and robe. "What is going on here", I think to myself, I just came in for a physical. "Take off everything except your socks, put on the gown so it's open in back and then the robe so it's open in front. Don't tie the strings either" she says. As she walks out, her last words are "The doctor will be with you in a minute or two.
Well, I proceeded to do as told, and since I don't wear underwear very often, I was stripped down and in the clinic garb in no time. Just in time too, because just as I slipped my arms into the robe, there is a knock on the door and in comes the doctor. I took one look and thought I had died and gone to heaven. This guy was 6'2" at least, black wavy hair, deep blue eyes and a face that was chiseled out of stone. He had a quick smile, and his teeth sparkled when he smiled. He had a magnificent tan, and I was wondering if it was an all over tan or if he had tan lines. He reached his hand behind him and locked the door, which I really didn't give a second thought to, I wouldn't want anybody to come busting in on us if he was examining me, so figured he was just looking out for my privacy.
"Hi David, I'm Doctor Steve" he said as he extended his hand. I extended mine in return, he had a good firm grip in his handshake. "I guess you are wondering why all this for just a physical, aren't you" he says. "Well, I did sort of have some questions because I thought this was just a routine physical, and you will have all my medical records in a couple of days, since I signed the transfer papers authorizing them to be transferred over to you. Everything you need is in there."
"Well, when I get a new patient, I like to start from ground zero, I don't want to rely on another doctors opinions or comments about his patient, sometimes they can be biased, if you follow me."
I followed, could almost see the sense of it all. "First, get rid of that robe, it is just going to be in the way." I took the robe off. "Now, get up on that table" he said as he is pulling out the step for me to get up there. Was it my imagination, or did his hand actually graze my thigh? I don't say anything, neither does he, and I decide to let this play out his way.
I get on the table, sitting on the end with my legs hanging over the end above the step I had just stepped up on to get there. He takes his stethoscope out, breathes on it to warm it up and then places it on my back. "Take a deep breath" he says. I do, and then he moves the stethoscope to several other areas of my back, each time telling me to take a deep breath, and I am doing as he says. It is about the third time when I feel his other hand under the gown, on my thigh. His long slender fingers are fluttering on my inner thigh, and his hand is slowly moving up my thigh. I can feel my cock getting stiff, and I am thinking that this is not the time to be throwing a boner. But his hand continues moving up my thigh until I can feel the knuckles of his little finger up against my scrotum. My cock jerks in response to his touch.
He then tells me to lay down, he has to listen to my stomach. He places the stethoscope on my belly and listens, moving from place to place and nodding approval each time he moves it. His other hand is still under the gown. When he is done listening to my innards, he lays the stethoscope down, tells me to sit up and then looks in my ears with that little tool they use for that, then checks my eyes with the tool they use for that. I have no idea what they are called, but they must be able to see something in their that is not visible to the naked eye.
He then askes me to lay down again, which I do, wondering where this is going now. He lifts the gown and tugs the edges out from under me, tells me to raise my arms and he pulls it completely off me. So, here we are now, I am lying completely naked on the exam table, with a roaring hardon. He looks at my groin and says "Nice equipment, everything looks okay here" and with that he grasps my scrotum in one hand and starts to roll my balls around in his hand, putting a little pressure on them from time to time. I feel like I am going to explode at any moment, and I think he can feel an orgasm coming on, because he drops my balls back between my thighs. I am starting to leak pre-cum juices big time now. He notices and says "Well, that is looking okay, normal response for a guy your age" I think to myself "Whaddya mean, for a guy my age?", but I don't say it out loud, at least I don't think I did. I am completely mesmerized by what is happening here, and waiting to see how much further it is going to go.
I don't have long to wait. He reaches for my cock with his right hand, and engulfs as much of it as he can. This isn't easy, since I have 11 inches of prime meat here, with a 2 1/2 inch head and 6" inches around at the root. He starts squeezing my cock, forcing the pre-cum juices to the top, and as my cock starts leaking, his thumb starts rubbing the juices into my cockhead. He works his hand all the way up my cock, and soon he has enough pre-cum juice to lube just about my whole cock, top to bottom. He spreads my legs apart, operates the foot pedal to tilt the table toward him (downward) and then he kneels on the step. Next thing I know, his mouth is wrapped around my cock, and he is going gangbusters on my cock. I let him go, and I am holding back from shooting my load, I want this to be a good one. His mouth is going up and down, my cock is slick as can be, he starts drooling into what little pubic hair I have. (I keep my body shaved except for a 1" border in a square shape all around my cock, but I do shave my cock and balls.) Soon, I am meeting his mouth halfway down with upward thrusts of my hips, thus pushing my cock all the way down his throat, past his tonsils. After about five or six minutes of this, I tell him I am going to cum, and he just grunts. His mouth is so full of cock he can't say anything. I take his grunt as an okay and just let it rip. I must have spurted down his throat four or five times, but did it ever feel good. He finally came up for air, licking cum off his lips (he hadn't been able to swallow everything, it came out so fast).
"That was absolutely wonderful" he says. "Yeah, I'll bet you say that to all your patients" I replied. "No, as a matter of fact I don't" he said. "most of my patients are old geezers and women, and when I saw you in here, I just lost control. But there is one more area I have to test, and for that, you will have to turn over on your stomach"
"With the table tilted like this? You gotta be kidding!" "Oh, I forgot" he says, and activates the foot pedal to put the table back to level. "Now, just roll over on your stomach and we can get this done with a minimum of trouble" he says. I roll over, with my cock and balls extending down between my thighs. I learned a long time ago that laying on your equipment on these tables can be painful, if not careful, so I always put them down between my thighs. Next thing, I feel his hands separating my buns, and I feel a finger exploring my anus. I jerk involuntarily, and I can feel my cock getting hard again. The finger continues to probe, just lightly. Then it stops and the hands leave my buns. He steps away for a moment, gets something out of the cabinet and comes back. "Now, this might be a bit cold, but it's nothing to worry about" he says as his fingers are again probing my anus. I can feel the coolness of some sort of gel that he is rubbing in, and soon I can feel a finger sliding through the gate to my love tunnel. I also feel my cock getting harder by the minute. He starts to finger fuck me, slowly at first, and then faster. Then he slips another finger in, and then he can reach my prostate gland with the middle finger, and he starts to massage it. Of course, my cock starts to twitch and leak again.
I hear something drop on the floor, and as best as I can, I look around to see what it is. What I see is his trousers and boxers on the floor around his feet. I then realize what is going to happen, and I am more than ready for this, but first, I want to see what kind of equipment he is going to be using. I roll over, and great guns, does he have a large member there between his legs. I wonder if I can take it, but then I realize that it's not quite as big around as mine, so I shouldn't have too much trouble. I ask him for the specs on his equipment. "Well, it's 10 1/2 inches long and about 5 inches around at the base, good prime beef" he says. "Think you can handle it" "Sure, if you allow me to reciprocate" I tell him. (I also notice that he has no tan lines) "One good turn deserves another" he says, and then tells me to roll back over onto my stomach. I do, and then he starts to tilt the table again. I grab hold of the hand holds at the now top end to prevent myself from sliding off the table. I feel his cock up against my asshole, then I feel his cockhead penetrate through my sphincter ring. "Okay, I'm in now, so you can let go of those handles, you won't be going anywhere now" he says. I let go and feel myself slide all the way down his cock until I am fully impaled on it. I can feel his pubic hair in my ass crack, and I can also feel his balls up against mine. Slowly, he starts to pull out. I grip the sides of the table to keep from sliding further down, he pulls out to the point where just his cockhead is inside my love tunnel. "I need to get a sperm sample from you" he says as he starts to pump my ass with his cock. "So when you are ready to come, just let me know" "I thought you already had one" I reply. "Nope, that was just for me, personally, I need one for the lab now" Well, I am not going to argue that point, his cock is doing a number inside me and it really feels great. His thrusting in and out speeds up, then he tilts the table a littl bit and I can feel his cockhead hitting my love button everytime he goes in and out. I start to moan, I know I am going to shoot my load again, but can't tell him. "You ready yet" he says. I manage a weak "Yes". He pulls out and grabs a specimen cup off the shelf right next to him and slips it over my cockhead, just as I erupt again, with as much force and jism as the first time, I think. "Whoa" he says, "you're running over", meaning I had filled the cup and then some. He slips his hand around my cockhead, collecting what he can in his hand, and then uses it to lube my cock up. What is left in his hand he licks off and smacks his lips.
"Your turn now" he says. He steps out of his boxers and trousers, takes his shoes and shirt off and gets in position on the exam table. Since he has already lubed my cock up with my own cum, I approach his ass with all the gusto I can muster up, I am already stiff again. But, before I enter his love tunnel, I reach between his legs and pull his cock and balls down between his thighs. Then, I spread his cheeks apart, take aim with my tool and push up against his anus. "Don't worry about going easy on me, I have had experience with this before, although I am not sure about the size of your cock, but just go for it" Okay, I think to myself, this guy is asking for it. I rub my cockhead around his anus, slicking it up a bit with my cum, then push against him until my cockhead is inside him. Man, this guy is tight, and his love tunnel is so hot, I have to stop there for a moment, or I will be shooting a load before I even get to fuck him.
Finally, after a minute or so, I have myself and my cock under control. I start pushing inward, and his anus relaxes, and my entry is made. I feel his flexing his sphincter muscle, and as he does, it just seems to suck my cock in further, until, without almost any effort on my own, I am all the way in. I asked him "how did that happen?" "Just a little trick I learned a while back, nice, isn't it?" Well, yeah, it was nice, helps a guy get his cock in with little or no effort, and you can go all the way. I start to slowly pump in and out, and as the juices build up, I can feel it getting slippier and easier to thrust all the way in. I spread his ass cheeks apart so that I am getting full access to his love tunnel, and he is getting the full benefit of all eleven of my inches. I can feel my balls churning again, and finally, I can't hold off any longer. "I'm cumming" I tell him, and then I just ram it home, all the way, as far as I can get into him, and as I hit the end, I can feel my cum spraying his insides. At the same time, he is shooting his load all over the table between his legs. I finally pull out, then I kneel and lick his cum off the table before it drips on the floor, then I take his cock into my mouth and start milking it dry. I go for every last drop he has, and it tastes salty and spunky, real manly taste to it. I like it.
Well, after I am done, he slides the rest of the way off the table, returns it to the flat position, turns to put his clothes back on and tells me I can get dressed. But, before I am able to do that, he approaches me, both of us still naked except for our socks, and he gives me a hug and a kiss. Then, he starts to play with my nipples. I can feel myself getting aroused again, so I tell him it will have to wait until next time. "There is going to be a next time, isn't there?" I ask, smiling at him. "Of course there is, I want to see you again in three months" he says. "Doctor's orders?" I ask. "You got it" he replies. "You never know when I may need another sperm sample from you"
So, I now have a new doctor, and one who understands all my physical needs, and I know his also. I think this is going to be a very good doctor/patient relationship.