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Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2003 11:04:11 -0400
From: Pekkle180 <pekkle180@hotmail.com>
Subject: Urologist's Office

I tend to find sex in the most weird and unexpected of places.  I just
never know where I'm going to find a hot, horny, hunk but usually it's when
I least expect it.

Take this, one of my earlier stories.  I was only 18--fresh out of high
school.  It was the summer before my college career began and I had to go
to my doctor and get a check-up before I left.  I never really had any
health problems so my check-ups were usually quick and uneventful.

My family's general practitioner was this woman, Dr. Howie.  She was always
very nice and I always felt comfortable around her as I'd been seeing her
since I was a kid.  However, this time was different.  I hadn't seen her
since I first started puberty so she had never seen me as a full grown man.
She commented earlier that I'd grown into a handsome man, which I probably
would have thought was inappropriate if she wasn't an old family friend.
It was this friendliness that never made me feel uncomfortable dropping my
pants for her.

I did just so, and she did the usual holding of my balls and asking me to
cough.  But, she stayed down there a little longer than I was expecting and
was kind of playing with my penis.  Now, I wasn't worried about getting a
hard-on simply because I'm gay and she was like an aunt to me.  But I
totally could have gotten hard under different circumstances.  I mean, she
was really examining me thoroughly!  She lifted my dick, exposing the
underside and then sort of bent it from side to side.  It was very weird.
I began thinking it must have been because I'd grown considerably since
she'd last seen me.  I mean, I knew I had a big dick, but how could it be
something she'd never seen before?  She's a doctor!

Just when I thought she was going to come on to me or something, she
finally broke the awkward silence by asking me whether my mother had
varicose veins.  It was a weird question and caught me off guard.

"Yeah," I said as she rubbed the only visible vein in my dick.  It was
visible for a very short distance--no longer than a centimeter.

"Does this hurt?" she asked, pressing down on the vein.

"No," I said.  Then she asked me a barrage of embarrassing questions.

"Do you sometimes get painful erections?  Does it ever hurt when you
masturbate?  Have you ever discharged anything from your penis that wasn't
urine or semen?"

I answered no to all of these questions.  The varicose vein thing
frightened me though.  Even though I'd never had any pain in my penis, I
certainly didn't want it to end up looking like my mother's legs!
Dr. Howie said that what she suspected I had was called a varicocele.  She
said that they can cause problems with sperm production and in some cases,
cause infertility!  So she filled out this paper and told me that I should
see a urologist.

Now, I didn't want to bring this up in her office but if there's anything I
don't have a problem with, it's sperm production.  I mean, I come daily and
it's usually a lot.  And when I miss a day or two, when I finally
ejaculate, it's practically in torrents.  Also, if I haven't done it in a
while, I can come over and over again.  But how do I say that to my old
sweet doctor?  "Um, Dr. Howie, you have nothing to worry about because I
probably make TOO MUCH sperm if anything."

But I was quiet and was actually very worried about my diagnosis.  My mom
made the appointment with the urologist and during that week long gap, I
didn't masturbate at all.  I studied my penis closely--worrying about my
tiny vein.  I even tricked myself into thinking that I had pain in my penis
when I got erections that week.  Of course, I know now that I was just
blue-balling myself because I wasn't coming--but you know how it is when
you think you might have something wrong with you.  You think any and
everything is a symptom.

So a week passed and I drove to the urologist's fully convinced that if I
let my penis go untreated, it'd end up looking like Spider-Man's costume
and never bring me pleasure again.  The waiting room in the urologist's
office did nothing to ease my fears.  I swear, the people in there totally
looked like they had disgusting sexual diseases.  There was a fat older man
with his pants pulled up so that part of his stomach was below his belt.
It looked like he had no penis at all--just legs attached to a stomach.
There was also a woman there--slightly older who had these boils or herpes
or whatever all over her face.

One by one they were called into their respective doctors' offices.  The
doctors at this place were pretty scary as well.  They were all very old or
smarmy looking.  I read a magazine to take my mind off the craziness and of
course picked an article about something called PINWORMS that can live in a
young girl's vagina.  Then a very young pregnant woman came out with her
doctor.  They did not look like good news was shared between them.  I
remember thinking, "Oh my god, this girl has pinworms and I'm going to
catch it because I'm going to be in her room and sit on her examining
table.  Kill me now!"

As they were talking a very attractive man wearing a lab coat came into the
waiting room.  He took a paper from the receptionist and clipped it to his
clipboard.  Then he looked at me and smiled.

"Gavin Reid?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied, standing up.

"Come with me," he said.  "You know you're early, right?"

I had no idea but apparently I was an hour early.  I followed him down a
hallway as he introduced himself.  His name was Scott something and he was
a med-school student.  I was really attracted to him.  He was about 5'9" or
so, a little shorter than me and had a good build.  I could tell--his
stomach was flat and he had really broad shoulders.  He had dark hair and
kind or rosy cheeks and very cute dimples that showed up whenever he
smiled.  My fear was quickly fading.

He led me to a room where another man in lab coat was.  Scott introduced
him as Dr. Stokely and I recognized the name as the man Dr. Howie referred
me to.  He was a tall man in his thirties, I suppose, with a slightly
receding hairline.  He was attractive too, in a rugged, mature way.

These two men were very casual acting and smiled all the time.  The doctor
locked the door and the student turned on a little radio that sat on the
counter.  He tuned it to the trancey, club-music sounding station.  It was
very weird.  The doctor put on rubber gloves and sat on a low swivel stood
so that he faced my crotch.  The student stood farther away.

"Okay, whenever you're ready," said Dr. Stokely.

Leaning against the examining table, I undid my pants slowly and shucked
them down.  Then I pulled down my underwear, but not all the way down
because it got stuck to my sweaty legs.  The doctor pulled my underwear
down very matter-of-factly and began examining my penis.  I looked at the
student who was fixated on my dick.  When he noticed, he made eye contact
with me and smiled again.

After the doctor looked at it like Dr. Howie did and had me do the cough,
he took it between two fingers and moved them up and down.  I was startled
so I looked down at the doctor.

"This doesn't hurt does it?" he said.

"No," I said, very nervously because I knew was getting hard.

He then called the student over who grabbed a stool and sat next to the
doctor.  "See this?" said the doctor.  "That woman is crazy.  This is
nothing."  He said this while still lightly stroking me with his fingers.

"Yeah, I didn't see anything that looked like a varicocele at all," said
the eager student.  Then the doctor handed the student my penis.  Keep in
mind that now I am basically hard--embarrassed but really turned-on.  The
cute young student took my dick with his hand and grasped it, totally
eliminating the pretense that this was routine.

So as he slowly jerked me off, I looked down at him with an awkward smile
on my face.  He looked back at me, grinned, and blushed a little.  "Do you
want me to stop?" he said.

"No," I said as I threw my head back, enjoying my hand-job.  My nine-incher
was at full flag now, curving upward, oozing pre-come.

"So thick," said the doctor as he took it and played with it more
delicately than the student.

"I know," said Scott, the student.  By then, my dick was twitching like
crazy as my nuts started sending it that all too familiar message.  It was
definitely time for me to come and it couldn't have been more than five
minutes since I got hard.  But as I hadn't ejaculated in a week, my low
hanging balls were begging to be emptied.

I moaned softly as the doctor stroked me.  Suddenly, I was shooting ropes
or thick, very strong semen so far and with so much force that the men had
to move out of the way.

"Wow," said the student who was fervently rubbing himself in his pants as I
shot a monumental load across the room.  He quickly stood up whipped out
his dick, jerking it fervently next to me.  When I finished coming, the
doctor, who still had me in his hands, took my dick into his mouth.

I groaned again, more passionately than before, as this man slurped on my
still-hard, very sensitive dick.  I couldn't handle it.  I had to pull him
off.  Meanwhile, the cute, young student was jerking his average-sized dick
so fast against my leg that I could barely see what he was doing.  The
doctor stood, with his dick hanging out of his pants as I knelt.  I took
his dick into my mouth and though I was not that good a cocksucker back
then, I held my own.  His dick was pretty impressive, not as long as mine,
but just as thick.  As I sucked, my young dick needed attention again, so I
grabbed it and jerked off.

Suddenly, the student announced that he was coming, very drastic sounding.
He squirted a good amount of watery hot come onto my cheeks and the
doctor's dick.  Then, the doctor came, pushing my head further down onto
his dick.  His come tasted very bitter and hit the back of my throat,
making me gag.

I came again, seconds after the doctor, spurting another sizeable load onto
the floor.  The doctor and student looked down at me as I pumped string
after string of thick juice from my dick.  They even laughed as I suppose
it was more than either of them were expecting.

Finally, I sighed and let go of my spent penis.  The two men helped me onto
my feet.  Scott grabbed my face and kissed me deeply and wildly.  Then the
doctor gave me a light, long, lip-only kiss that made me shiver in ecstasy.

The student smiled.  "Absolutely clean bill of health, kid."

"Thanks," I said.

"Yeah, don't let anyone tell you there's anything wrong with that thing,"
said Dr. Stokely.  "That woman who referred you here probably hasn't seen a
dick like that in her poor old life."

We laughed and continued to chit-chat wile we cleaned up the room to
"Rhythm is a Dancer" on the radio.  Apparently gay urologists are hard to
come by and when they were paired up, they became lovers.  I thanked them
and left, light-headed but happy.

I often wonder if they are still together and if either of them still hit
on their patients or not.  I'm not going back to Cincinnati, Ohio anytime
soon but if you need to find out for yourself if these guys still exist,
schedule an appointment with a urologist there.  Maybe you'll luck out like
I did and don't forget to ask whether they remember seducing an 18 year old
Greek kid with a big dick!