My husband had been having a slightly awkward medical problem lately, so we made an appointment to go to the doctor. Normally he'd go on his own, but the only appointment they had available was right after an event we were going to together, so it seemed silly to take two cars— I could just read a book in the waiting room. And who knows, maybe I'd get to check out this doctor, who my husband had said was so cute.
We got the office and signed in, and shortly after the doctor came out to fetch my husband. My husband had definitely been right to describe how handsome he was, but he hadn't mentioned that this guy was a giant. At least 6'6, with incredibly broad shoulders and long limbs. He was young, maybe in his early 30s, and from what I could see of his frame under his white coat, looked quite fit. Not especially muscular, but he looked nicely toned.
My husband introduced me, and he reached out to shake my hand. He had an incredibly firm grip. Jesus, his hands were huge. Thick, strong fingers with dark hair running down the back of his hand. Had to melt a little when he smiled at me— he had a great warm smile, a flash of white in a nicely trimmed, dark beard. The dark hair continued down his thick neck a little, reappearing in a burst of dark hair that crowded his shirt collar.
He saw my book, and gathered that I was going to sit in the waiting room. "Why don't you join us in the exam room," he suggested. "My nurse told me the nature of the problem, and it might be good to have you back there."
My husband seemed embarrassed, and I couldn't tell if he'd feel better if I joined or not— but I agreed with the doctor, and followed them to the exam room.
My husband sat on the exam table, and I sat in a chair in the corner of the room.
"So, what brings you in today?" the doctor asked my husband warmly.
My husband cleared his throat, clearly incredibly embarrassed. "I've been having a little trouble ejaculating lately. I struggle to make it happen, and when it does, only a little comes out. I used to... shoot, quite a lot," my husband described, clearly feeling awkward about using this kind of language in talking to a doctor.
"Does this happen during all types of sexual activity?" the doctor asked, his thick eyebrows gathering in concern.
"Well, mainly jerking off or oral..."
"Anal sex?"
"Well, we don't really have much anal sex... my husband is a top, and I have a difficult time bottoming..."
"There could be a few physical causes for this," the doctor replied calmly. "Let's do a thorough exam, and maybe we can find some answers. First, I'm going to need you to remove your clothes."
My face flushed a little red in embarrassment. I had never seen my husband get naked in front of another man before. I mean, obviously he'd had sex with other men before me, so it's not like it had never happened— it just hadn't happened in front of me.
My husband stood up, and began removing his clothes. He took off his shirt first, revealing a very trim torso with a thin dusting of reddish hair. My husband was a very handsome guy, in his late thirties like me, and kept in great shape by running regularly. He had dark copper hair he kept trimmed, and a clean shaved face. He then took off his pants, revealing his nicely defined legs and his a pair of dark grey briefs. He pulled them down after a second of hesitation, revealing his full (but limp) cock and heavy balls, and when he turned to set his briefs on the waiting table, his incredibly bubble butt.
My eyes flicked over to the doctor's face in the instant, and I could swear he was looking down to check out my husband's butt.
"I'm going to have you stay standing for this first part of the exam," the doctor instructed. He gently massaged my husband's balls, feeling for any irregularities. My husband had a big pair of low hanging balls, but the doctor's gloved hands were so large that he easily cupped them in his palm. He lowered himself down to look a little more closely, and the sight of that handsome bearded face inches from my husband's naked dick caused my cock to stir a little in my pants. Could my husband feel the doctor's warmth breath on his dick?
"Ok, I don't see anything here. The next part of the exam is a little more invasive... I'm going to have you lay on your side, facing away from me. Fold your legs, and bring your knees up closer to your chest, please," the doctor instructed, positioning my husband so that his round butt was very openly exposed. "Problems like you're describing are often associated with the prostate, so perhaps we might find our answer there."
He paused, and leaned in to look closer at my husband's tight, puckered hole. I might have been imagining things, but did he pause to inhale the scent? That might sound gross, but my husband was always incredibly clean. His hole though, had this incredible manly musk that always drove me crazy— I loved eating him out because that scent always just got me hornier and hornier as I worked his ass with my tongue. I don't know if there were some pheromones in that scent or something, but it always got my dick hard and my precum dripping to smell it. I'd jerked off a few times when I'd found a pair of briefs he'd worn lying on top of the laundry.
Was the doctor actually pausing to appreciate that scent? As his face was lowered down, inches from my husband's hole, he reached down, and removed his latex gloves, casually stepping on the pedal of a small waste bin and tossing them aside. He then sat up, squeezed a dot of lubricant onto his index finger, and slid just the tip of his bare finger into my husband's hole.
Wait, what? Is that allowed? I wondered if I should say anything, but I felt a little awkward about telling my husband's doctor he wasn't doing his job properly. And for all I knew, this was the right way to do this type of exam. Maybe you could feel more with a bare finger?
Even with the lubricant, it looked as though he were only able to get about half of his finger in. He slipped it out, and looked to my husband's face. "You are quite tight. Let's try this in a different position."
He moved my husband onto his back, bending his knees sharply so that my husband's butt came right to the edge of the exam table. The round white cheeks of my husband's butt were naturally spreader by the position, and his asshole was now very prominently on display for the doctor. Now on his back, my husband's dick was now clearly visible as well. I half wondered if being around this handsome doctor— and having him so close to his hole— would have been arousing to him, but his dick was still totally soft. I guess the awkwardness of the situation was keeping that in check.
The doctor squeezed some lubricant onto his hand, placed his index finger and his middle finger at the entrance to my husband's ass— and with a moan from my husband— slid them all the way inside.
The doctor now had two fingers, completely bare, inside my husband's ass. This was definitely inappropriate, right? Yet somehow, the complete wrongness of that— and the strange intimacy of having this doctor feeling the soft wet inside of my husband's butt was really turning me on. Inside my briefs, my dick was getting incredibly hard.
I wasn't the only one getting turned on, I noticed. Though not fully hard yet, my husband's dick was definitely filling out and thickening.
The doctor seemed to be exploring inside, gently sliding his fingers deeper and moving them around. "Everything seems to be fine with your prostate... is that feeling okay?"
"Yeah," my husband moaned gently, a strain of embarrassment in his voice. Ah, that's it. The doctor had hit his prostate. I noticed now the thin thread of precum dripping from my husband's dick onto his flat, furry stomach. Ok, but if he'd done the prostate exam, why was he still in there?
He was gently moving his hand back and forth, and with each push in, he'd press the folded knuckles of his large hand firmly against my husband's taint, just about his hole. This doctor was totally massaging my husband's prostate, both from the outside and the inside, right in front of me. My husband, unable to control himself, was moaning softly as these two thick fingers worked his hole. This wasn't part of the exam, was it?
The next thing that happened confirmed that something else was going on. My husband had dripped a pool of precum onto his stomach from this prostate massage. The doctor slipped his fingers all the way out of my husband's hole, scooped up the precum onto his fingertips, and now— with an "unhh!" escaping my husband's lips— he slipped three fingers easily into my husband. He continued massaging the prostate and opening his hole with three thick fingers.
"Is that feeling ok," the doctor asked in his soothing voice, as if this were all perfectly normal behavior.
"Yes!" my husband gasped, no longer able to keep his voice composed. His eyes were rolling back in his head, and he was breathing heavily. My husband had slid his hands to the edge of the table, and was discreetly gripping each of his round cheeks, spreading them to give the doctor even deeper access.
"Let's continue this in one more position that might give even greater access," the doctor stated firmly. He motioned for my husband to turn over onto his knees, facing away from us.
As the doctor stood up to reposition my husband, I for the first time noticed that there was a huge tent in the doctor's pants. The doctor was tall enough that when he stood, his crotch was level with my husband's ass. There was just a thin layer of fabric between my husband's asshole and the doctor's straining cock.
It didn't stay that way for long. With my husband facing the other way, the doctor quietly undid the ties on his scrub pants, and lowered them to the ground. His legs were thick and well defined, and covered in dark hair. And his dick, now proudly on display, was beautiful. It must have been over eight and a half inches long. The head looked average sized, maybe close to mine, but his cock broadened as it got to the base, the shaft getting almost beer-can thick just above his heavy balls. From my angle I could also see his butt— an incredible bubble, covered in a coat of dark hair.
"Would you be interested in trying to see if I could work a larger tool in?" He asked my husband, turning to give me a wink as if I were in on this too. Well... I guess I was. I was starting to stroke my own dick through my pants.
"Yes please," my husband moaned. He had to know what he was agreeing to, right?
Gripping his shaft with one hand, the doctor lined up the head of his penis with my husband's hole, and gently began pressing it in. Still lubricated from the prostate massage earlier, the head slid right in. The doctor held it right there, opening up the hole with his swollen head. My husband was gasping, moaning. "Are you ready for more?" the doctor asked.
"Yes please," my husband moaned.
Placing one giant hand firmly on the small of my husband's back, the doctor drove his cock deeper into him. He did it slowly and deliberately, feeding that eager hold his increasingly thick shaft. The tapered shape must have helped open my husband up, because within seconds his entire bare dick was all the way inside my husband.
My husband was panting heavily, and moaning gently. The doctor pulled all but the head out, and once again slowly pushed the entire length back into my husband's hole.
I had unzipped my pants and was now jerking off, unable to help myself as I watch the firm, hairy globes of the doctor's ass as he drove that cock into my husband's ass.
"Oh," my husband began to moan, "I think... I'm going to cum." There was a tone of disbelief that definitely made sense— he wasn't even touching his dick. But clearly that thick dick pressed against his prostate was doing the job, because he began to moan harder.
The doctor increased his tempo, placing his huge hands on my husband's hips so he could guide him back onto his dick with each thrust. He was getting that cock to hit as far inside my husband as it would go— certainly much deeper than I'd ever gone inside him.
"I'm going to cum!" my husband shouted, so loud I wondered if anyone in the waiting room could hear. He clearly didn't care, as he moaned and shouted, as suddenly he began to shoot ropes of cum all over the exam table. I had never seen him cum so much. He collapsed, panting, face down on the table on top of the load he had just unleashed.
The doctor wasn't going to let him off that easily. He gripped his round butt with both hands, and increased his pace, really pounding my husband's ass now. He was sweating and grunting, clearly enjoying the tight hole that was swallowing his thick dick. Finally, his body stiffened, and he gave with a deep moan— and a gasp of pleasure escaped from my husband— he was shooting a load into my husband's ass.
My load came last, as I stared at the doctor's thick ass, and thought of the cum he had just emptied into my husband's newly opened hole. I shot across the floor of the office, my cum hitting inches from the doctors feet.
We all panted, out of breath for a minute, and a little in disbelief of what had just happened.
"Well," the doctor asked, still buried in my husband. "Should we schedule a follow up exam?"