[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual acts between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is otherwise illegal in your area, please do not continue. Author retains copyright; do not duplicate this story without the express written consent by the author. Comments and suggestions are welcomed by the author at elryc.caledon@gmail.com. The author resides in the Phoenix, Arizona, metropolitan area.]
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The Dermatologist
One of the consequences of having lived the greater part of my life within the borders of Arizona, particularly within the metropolitan area of Phoenix, aka "The Valley," [of the Sun], has been the development of mostly benign, yet ugly, growths on my arms, upper back, etc., etc. when I reached middle age.
I ignored these, for the most part, until a few growths began to change. And while I started to worry about the growths I could see, my primary care doctor during an annual physical, noticed a very small, very black spot on my back and he suggested it needed to be evaluated by a dermatologist.
So I dutifully scheduled an appointment, and met up with a distantly cool, petite female Asian doctor who gave me a fairly cursory skin exam and quickly focused her attention on the black spot on my back. She scraped it off, and sent it off for a biopsy. It turned out while it was not melanoma as I had feared, it did have some cells that were questionable, and she wanted me to come in again and have the area scraped again, which I did.
Although I felt the doctor was competent enough, I didn't much care for her bedside manner. When the suggested six months arrived for another checkup, I decided to try someone else, and made an appointment with a clinic that was closer to my office. And, I scheduled an appointment with one of the male doctor's on the staff.
This guy was a dud. I mean, really, a dud. He did not ask me to disrobe, he merely pulled up the back of my shirt and lifted my pants legs to peek at my legs above my socks. He barely listened to my history, dismissed my concerns about the ugly spots on my arms (known as actinic keratosis) and barely examined the spot on my back and sent me on my way with the admonishment to come back in six months. Really a waste of my time and money, in my opinion.
When another six months went by, I performed another search, and located another clinic just a bit further away, and made an appointment with a male doctor on the staff. I have nothing against female health professionals, I am simply more comfortable with a male doctor.
I immediately noticed a difference with this doctor. After a nurse had taken my history, and had made a few notes then the doctor stepped into the room and cordially introduced himself as Dr. John S--. He was of indeterminate age, somewhere between his late 40's to 50's--most skin doctors, I've noticed do not look their actual age. He had a nice body, not buff or anything, simply average with a gentle touch in his hands.
After a few moments of idle chat, discussing whatever concerns I had and that sort of thing, Dr. John asked me to go ahead and get undressed, and while he was talking he went over and opened a drawer located in the lower section of the exam table and pulled out a white paper sheet and he handed that to me to use "If I needed it."
Both the doctor and the nurse left at that point, he said he would be back in a few moments. I quickly undressed completely, and, feeling just a bit shy, I decided to use the white paper sheet to cover my crotch, as I didn't want to inadvertently flash anyone who might be passing by the door.
After a short time, the doctor tapped lightly and stepped into the room. He switched on a bright light, and had me lie back on the table, aiming the light at my head. From there, he performed a thorough examination, starting with my scalp and working his way down my face and chest and arms. He proposed removing all of the actinic keratosis lesions on my arms, as well as a little bump on my nose which I agreed to. I wanted them gone and was pleased he was willing to take them off.
Presently he moved down to my abdomen, flanks and lower abdomen, shifting the sheet as necessary. He then focused his attention on my feet, checking the nail beds, and between the toes and then checked my lower legs, commenting on a few scars I had there from various mishaps in the past.
At that point he stopped a moment, and snapped on some gloves, before shifting the sheet upwards and exposing my genital area. He then gently lifted my scrotum and examined the entire area thoroughly, cupping my testicles in the process and checking for any lumps. He also lifted my penis and turned it from side to side and left it lying in the upward position.
"Are you sexually active?" Dr. John asked.
"No, I'm divorced and am not dating anyone."
"Your glans are little roughened, I suggest using a little lube when you masturbate."
"Okay," I muttered, a little embarrassed but at the same time I liked his direct, matter-of-fact approach.
He lifted the sheet and asked me to turn over on my stomach, then after telling me to relax, he spread the cleft of my buttocks and examined the anal area and told me everything looked good. He removed the gloves at that time and continued with the rest of the examination, starting with the backs of my legs and finishing with the back of my scalp.
When he finished, he asked to remain on the table while he went over and opened the door and summoned the nurse, asking her to bring some equipment.
He closed the door and then came over and patted my back. "Don't worry, you're completely covered."
The nurse came in and he proceeded to freeze all of the growths on my arms, and then used a glowing hot knife on the spot on the end of my nose, and then removed two larger growths on my arms with a scalpel and had those sent off for biopsy.
After that, they were finished with me and the doctor asked me to schedule another appointment in about six months.
A week later I was notified the biopsied lesions were benign, and I confirmed my follow up appointment.
For the next visit, it was the same routine. A nurse came in to make note of any changes in medications, asked about any concerns I may have had, etc. Afterwards she asked me to undress but she did not provide me with a paper sheet. After she left, I found a paper sheet in the bottom drawer of the exam table and draped myself with that.
The doctor came in and shook my hand with a smile; he had me lie back and asked about what I had been doing over the summer. He began his meticulous exam again, except this time he skipped the groin area, leaving the sheet in place as he moved down to my feet. Then, he snapped on the gloves and this time, he removed the sheet entirely, draping it over a nearby chair and examined my genitals and the groins thoroughly, lifting the scrotum and checking the taint and again checking the testicles for any lumps.
When he finished, he had me turn over, and as he gently parted my buttocks, he asked in a fairly quiet voice if I was still single? The walls of the exam rooms are fairly thin, and I instinctually knew he was making sure his question could not easily be overheard.
"Yes, I'm still on my on my own," I replied, taking my cue from him and speaking quietly, "I went through a pretty nasty divorce a few years back and haven't felt like getting into any sorts of romantic entanglements."
"Don't you get lonely?
"Well, sometimes."
He paused a moment, and I could feel his fingers spreading my cheeks a bit wider, and then I felt a finger gently probing my hole.
"You're really clean here, but also a bit red. I suggest you not use any strong soaps and don't rub too hard with a cloth. You don't want to upset the natural balance of the skin here."
"Okay," I replied, and then I felt his finger sinking a bit deeper inside of me.
"When's the last time you had a prostate exam?"
"It's been a long time. My current PCP doesn't believe in them, as he feels they have the potential to cause more harm than good."
"Well, I happen to disagree," Dr. John said, "Someone should be familiar with your anatomy so that changes are documented. Would you mind if I examined you?
"No, go ahead, I'm fine with it."
"Okay, if you'll just raise up on your knees, like so," and the doctor removed his finger from my opening and then guided me up into the desired position. He went over to the counter by the sink and applied a little lube to his finger and then came back over to my side.
"This will be quick; let me know if there is any pain."
"Okay."
I felt his finger gently press against my opening, he paused, and then his finger easily glided up inside of me. He turned his finger one way, then the other way and I felt it make light two passes over my prostate gland.
"If you have an erection or a slight emission, pay no attention to it," Dr. John said quietly, "It's all perfectly normal."
"Okay," I responded, while fervently hoping that nothing of the sort would happen.
His finger made about four more passes over my prostate gland, this time pressing quite a bit more firmly. Then his finger was withdrawn.
"Just go ahead and turn over on your back."
I complied and felt some wetness between my legs as I did so. My penis had also relaxed a bit (I do suffer from a bit of shrinkage in public situations) and I could feel it resting in the upward position. I heard the doctor step away for a second and heard him pulling out some tissue from a box on the counter.
Dr. John, with his left hand, arranged my arms and hands by my side, and my right hand, nearest to him, he deliberately turned palm upwards, then he asked me to part my legs slightly.
I complied, then felt his fingers lifting my scrotum as he began swabbing my anal area. At the same time, I felt some pressure on the palm of my hand and then realized he had settled his package directly into the palm of my hand and I felt two large testis nestling into the cup of my hand.
I immediately felt a flush of intense sexual desire sweep over me, and I felt my penis give a strong twitch, which did not go unnoticed by the doctor. He swabbed the head of my penis with another section of the tissue.
Ever so slightly, I allowed my fingers to close just a bit, feeling his testicles move in response. I could not feel his cock, but I knew it had to be there. He pressed downwards a little more, and then I could feel the head of a sizeable penis pressing into the soft flesh of my hand.
"Would you like that inside of ya?" Dr. John asked, still pressing downwards, and he swirled his fingers across the glans of my penis again--ostensibly still cleaning me up after the prostate exam, but this clearly had moved past the usual procedures.
I nodded quietly, not quite trusting my voice at that moment.
"Can you meet me in about 20 minutes at the pharmacy parking lot just south of here? I'm going on my lunch break. It will have to be fast."
I nodded yes again. Dr. John withdrew his hands and moved away.
"Everything looks good; you can get dressed now and I'll see you in six months," Dr. John said in a normal voice.
"Thanks," I said. He left the room at that point and I got dressed, then headed up to the front counter, quickly scheduled another appointment and got out to my car as fast as I could. I didn't see any other cars leaving the lot at that moment so I wasn't sure if the doctor had left before I had.
I drove over to the pharmacy, which is only about a block south of the medical office complex and parked at the far end of the lot. I got out and opened the trunk lid, pretending to be adjusting something inside. Presently, I heard a car pulling up behind me. A glance backwards confirmed it was the doctor.
He rolled down the passenger window and said "Hop in."
I got in and fastened the seat belt.
"I live about 10 minutes from here. Are you okay with this?"
"Sure!"
"It will have to be fast, I can only take about an hour."
"That's fine."
"Are you into bottoming?"
"Yes."
"Sounds good then."
There wasn't much time for much more conversation as by then we were pulling up to his home, and he opened the garage door and pulled the car inside the garage.
We got out of the car and he led the way inside; it was smallish sort of home, but relatively new and modern. He led me to the master bedroom, and motioned towards the bed.
"Let me get a towel."
He went into the bathroom and came back out with a large bath towel, which he spread on the bed.
He started removing his clothes, so I followed suit, turning away a little as I was starting to feel a little shy.
"Why don't you go ahead and get on the towel, face up for me."
I did as I was asked, my legs were touching the floor. I stole a glance towards the doctor as he rummaged through a drawer and found a bottle of lube.
"Sorry we don't have time for much foreplay," he said as he walked towards the bed. I allowed myself a glance downwards across his body. He had a very average body, with powerful legs and a bowl of a belly that protruded outwards a bit. His cock appeared to be a bit over seven inches, he was circumcised and the base of his dick was much thicker than the tip. His scrotum was full and heavy looking, and swayed as he walked.
"Raise your legs," he said as he spread a liberal amount of lube on his dick.
Almost instantly after I had raised my legs, I felt the tip of his penis breach my hole. He pressed inwards about an inch, then stopped to let me adjust. After a few seconds, he pressed inwards again, then paused again. A few seconds later, he pushed in again and this time he didn't stop until his cock was completely seated in my ass.
"You're really tight, this feels so fucking hot," he murmured, and then he began to thrust in and out, taking care to not pull so far back that he slipped out.
"Oh yeah, your ass is so perfect, I knew it would be perfect, oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-huh," he closed his eyes and held his head back a little, and continued to thrust.
Several minutes went by in this fashion, with him thrusting steadily, I could feel his cock start to thicken. I was just beginning to chaff a little when his hips began to buck even harder.
"Oh fuck yeah," he said in a slightly breathless voice, "You're gonna make me cum, oh yeah, I'm gonna cum in your sweet ass."
About five more thrusts, then he slammed inside of me and stopped, I could feel his cock give a kick, and I knew he was filling my ass up with his load.
He continued to breathe a bit heavily, and then I felt his cock start to soften, and as he slipped out he stepped back a little and looked at me with a smile.
"I bred your ass good man. Did you like it?"
"Yeah," I said. I was quite hard, but wasn't in the mood to cum. I wanted to go home and relive the experience again in my mind and jerk myself off.
"Sorry this had to be so fast."
"Oh, no worries."
"Let's get dressed, I need to get back to the office as I have a lot of appointments lined up for this afternoon."
We both cleaned up a little, got dressed, and he dropped me off at my car at the pharmacy parking lot.
I'm going to see him again in about six months; and it's a morning appointment, reasonably close to the lunch hour. I'm hoping for a repeat experience. Wish me luck!
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