++this story only for over 18 year olds
I have two pets in my 21 year old life------my dog Henry and my penis. Henry is clever and does several dog tricks like barking on command and rolling over and three more. My penis basically only has two tricks: sitting up and spitting.
All the above was true of life until this afternoon. I have my own apartment near my job at Wilington National Bank. Today is Sunday. Sunday afternoon is my slow wank day. No need to rush. I put on a tape and kept the remote handy so I could ff through the boring parts. I was already stiff and hard even as the screen lit up. Ah, my favorite part where the kid is forced to suck the masked guy who broke into his apartment. He doesn't fight too hard. The tough guy gets a little out of character as he moans like a bitch. I love trying to find the moment just before he cums. There's no acting there, it's real.
There is one more part in this flick. The pizza delivery kid gets fucked. No one pays attention to the pie and I wish I could have a bite of that pie and a bite on that super long, thin, lolly pop topped prick. The cute scruffy pizza boy was really sucking and young guy's eyes are rolling and his lips are puffed out in passion. His chest is blushing. This is the moment. Suddenly my penis began vibrating and leaping around. It felt fabulous but scary and new. I found that I had muscles I never knew about that could flip it in any directions, and the vibration could be put on or turned off. I gasped about this time and spew the largest load of cum I think I ever did. I let out such a howl that Henry, the dog, lifted his head from between his paws for a moment, but then suck down in boredom.
I thought about this phenomenon. Yes, it had provided a fabulous experience, but it was a little worrisome. Could I be developing some exotic malady? Could it be the precursor to an operation. "Sorry Son, you need a penilectomy." Oh no, anything but that. Okay, no fucking around for the rest of the day and tomorrow, Monday, I'll make a date with young doctor Max.
I met Max through the bank. They send all new employees for a physical. Max, with his new degree had to take the low pay associated with routine corporate hires. I knew immediately when I met Max that he was gay. He was born in Germany and still had a charming Rhineland accent. I could almost imagine a monocle clenched in his eye as he regarding me with the smile of an prison guard. He was imperially slim and tall. "Remove your clothes and put on this robe," he said expecting no argument, nor would I hazzard one.
Once in the examining room he performed the usual look into the ears, listening to my heart and then the fun began. "Your testicles are in good shape," he said, hefting them as if to weigh them. "Do you masturbate?"
Yipes, did he really have to know that? I told him that I do and added, "Not often." That did not get him off the subject. He asked how often. Finally I had to profess that I did it as often as I could. "Yah. Show me how you masturbate." He delivered that in a firm voice, but I managed to assert myself by saying weakly, "Here?"
"Yah." he said impatiently.
I found it hard to do in front of him because in fact I wasn't hard. "Phish," he said, "I'll do it for you." He had warm smooth fingers that were overeducated in wanking science. In a short time I was moaning and leaping about so vigorously that he had difficulty in catching my thick ejaculate in his jar.
"Very nice boy." He insisted on playing the part of an old guy although he was only a few years older than me.
"Eh, Doctor,"
"You want to say something?"
"Do you want me to reciprocate."
He laughed Teutonically and patted my cheek. "Perhaps another time."
So you see Max was the perfect medico to bring my problem before. And on Monday evening I was in his waiting room. A young guy emerged into the waiting room, grabbed his coat and avoided my eyes. I guess Max had just done one of his Rhineland physicals and the kid was exhausted and was likely heading outside for a post-jerk cigarette.
"Come in Randy," he said, his voice dripping with wet suggestiveness.
I felt I was putting myself in his hands and my usual strong mind slipped down to age four. He pushed me onto the table and ordered that I slip off my shoes and trousers. I kicked off my slides and dropped my shorts. I was prepared for the doctor by omitting underwear. His eyes glowed. "You had a penis problem?"
"I'm not sure it is a problem yet, but the last time I relieved myself...."
"So quaint, 'relieved yourself', you mean you wanked off, no?"
"Well yes." While he remonstrated with me over my stilted reference to masturbation, he studied and fingered the organ in question, which responded immediately to the stimulation, remembering, perhaps it's past excellent experience with the doctor's hand.
I told him about the two new effects, that I could achieve. His eyes opened widely and he licked his lips. I hadn't noticed before that he had pale blue eyes and thick blond eyebrows.....ex cellent tips and tongue too. He sat back on his rolling stool and absorbed my relating of the symptoms. "Perhaps you might demonstrate this to me."
"I guess I can." My dick lay on his palm. I concentrated and it began to pulsate with an operatic vibrato."
"Ach, this is very interesting....and stimulating alzo. Now show me the other movements you described earlier. " I willed my member to go left, then right, then rapidly up and down. He dropped my dick and stood up. He unbuttoned his lap robe. He was naked underneath. "Haf you ever focked a male person?"
"Fucked. Yes, a few times."
"You must immediately fock me as a clinical trial." He was panting. "Like zo." He put his head in his arms and leaned over the table with his elegant ass in the air. He was really a very attractive guy. His slim arms were muscled and his straight backbone led right to his valley.
I liked this kind of examination. I removed the rest of my clothes and settled myself against his warm back. He had greased himself slightly so with both wiggling, I slipped in effortlessly into his well used tunnel, It felt s-o-o o good to me. As to Max, he was cooing in pleasure. "Very nice prong," he said, "Excellent. Now produce the vibrato."
I concentrated and then it began. This was a great fuck. The tremolo made me moan with pleasure, but this was nothing to the way it affected Max. He was babbling with mindless sexual feelings and then when I began to shift my driving gears so that my prick leaped in different directions he actually screamed a few times. I hoped no one was in the waiting room for it they were, they would run from this office of torture.
Finally I felt Max's asshole tighten and his screams became loud grunts as he splashed Rhineland milk over his examining table. My thighs tightened up and in a moment I was shaking all over and warming his Prussian insides with heavy, hot cvream.
We both were panting wildly. At last Max said, "You are one hot fucker." I appreciated the scientific evaluation.
"Max, you are a hot guy. I'd top you anytime."
Max slipped on his lab coat, his still hard cock sticking out ludicrously through the front. "I think we should arrange for a meeting with leading sexologists. Do I haf your permission to arrange for this?"
"In a word, no. I'm not going to put on a sex performance for a bunch of old bastards."
He regarded me calmly. "You will be paid handsomely."
Now this was a fuck of a different color. "How handsomely?"
"Oh, about a thousand per demonstration."
"We-e-e-l-l, I'm have to think about it.....that's enough, okay."
A week later I was sitting on a chair on a lecture platform wearing a short examination robe, my legs exposed and part of my ass. These things sure are not for modesty. But who am I, one who is about to jerk off in front of ten men, worrying about modesty. I am a jerk off whore. And thinking about jerking off, I hadn't done it since that cum in Max's office, per my instructions. I was horny, even with the oldsters looking at me.
Max was droning on, informing the professors of my ability. He made it seem very unsexy. Finally he turned to me and spoke in a loud voice. I jumped. "You must now produce an erection before we proceed." Now this was unexpected. I am not a porno star and even they have fluffers. I looked at Max worriedly. "Stimulate yourself Mr.E." He was using a nom de fuck for me to protect the innocent." I tried, but as sexually denied as I was, I still couldn't get a spark going.
A tall gentlemen with a billy goat beard stood up from the assembled scientists. "Doctor, you ought to use digital manipulation."
"I?" said Max as if this was unheard of for him to sully his hand with a male appendage. Then he brightened. "Perhaps a volunteer from the group?"
Before you could say cock and balls they lined up and each passed me and stroked me for a moment. By the time the line had passed and they were smelling their fingers happily my prick was at full erection.
Max turned on the cameras. He attached electrodes to the base of my penis. He set up a measurement device that would measure the variations in the position of my cock. This was all a bit off putting but I managed to stay hard mostly aided by the avid looks on the docs in the audience.
"Now," Max said, "I begin to stroke. Now stop. Now vibrate. " It was happening. The electronic equipment registered the amplitude. I forgot about being observed. This felt good, especially after being a temporary wank virgin for a week.
Max pointed out that my face was flushed and that this vibrating cock brought about ejaculation much quicker. No one thought to ask how he knew this. "Now Mr. E, begin your controlled directional maneuvers. I did my act. The audience gasped in amazement. Max patted me on the shoulder and thanked me. "You may put your robe back." I stared at him dumbfounded.
"You can't leave me high and dry like this."
One of the younger docs called out. "Not dry, dear boy. You are dripping charmingly. If you would retired to the ante room I may be able to aid you."
Max didn't like this. "I always stay with my patient."
He cleared his throat and thanked the group. They filed out, all but the younger doc. I looked him over. Very nice indeed. He was a wiry, hairy, muscular guy. His strong body and features were a real turn on. I couldn't imagine him as a bottom, but you never know.
Max took my hand and led me into the back room. Dark doc followed. Max looked annoyed but I told him that I was so wrought up that I need two to tango.
In the back, to my surprise was a large bed. The hairy guy told me to lay in the bed and lift my legs and hold them with my arms. Incidentally his name was Tony. "Listen Tony, are you thinking of fucking me? I don't do that. You can suck, I can fuck, you can stroke but that's it."
I had a lot to learn. Max grabbed my feet and parted them. I immediately felt cool air hitting my ass hole which immediately retracted into a closed ring. Tony laughed and got undressed. What a hot body, swirling hair decorated his chest and belly and his thick cock was already rampant and dripping. He stepped between my legs and put his cock head at my entrance. There practically no hole open for him. He nodded at Max. Max began delicately stroking my cock with one hand and tickling my balls with the other. This was my own special technique, the bastard seemed to know it. My ass opened and Tony moved forward until the head of his cock was inside. I was huffing and puffing with fear and maybe excitement.
Then Max stopped his manipulations and came around to my head. He pressed his gorgeous lips on mine. They felt scalding and then his strong tongue began a saber dance against mine. I kissed back hungrily. Tony pushed further and in a moment his hairy pubes were pressed against mine. "Okay I surrender. Get your baloney in motion," I pleaded.
Tony laughed and began a delicious slow fuck, almost out and then deep. How well I knew that, I had done it to my submissives. Max whispered in my ear, "Vibrate boy, now." I tried but nothing happened. Meanwhile Tony was having fun, crooning away, his eyes rolling. Max grabbed my cheeks in a hard grip. "Move your organ around in all directions." No go, no way. My talent seemed to evaporate but Tony didn't seem to mind.
Max shrugged his shoulders. "Just get this over with."
At that moment Tony froze and called out that he was cumming. His cock shook and pulsated as he delivered and that got me going as well. I drenched my chest and belly with a week's worth.
Tony got out of the saddle, wiped himself from the tissue dispenser and vanished from the room. Max handed me my check. He left also.
How fleeting is fame.
End