Houston Urologist

By Reprobate

Published on Jun 1, 2005

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In 1990 I was the General Manager of a medium sized company in Toronto. In April of that year, the owners of the company asked if I would visit one of our suppliers in Houston. This was a little unusual in that I very rarely left the office on business; our suppliers came to us. The more I thought of the idea, the more I liked it because I had never been to Texas. I also decided I would take some extra time and decided to go to Dallas after the business end was completed for a little rest and relaxation and to attend a proposed gala event being sponsored by the Dallas chapter of the charity I was involved with.

Everything seemed perfect. The morning of departure I was feeling not quite myself when the limousine arrived to take me to the airport. I put it down to a case of nerves, as I am not a comfortable flyer. The flight went well and I was met at the airport by the hotel's limousine as planned. The first glitch in the plans happened when I was shown to my suite. I know Houston gets humid, but when I walked into the room it was dank and musty smelling. I put my hand on the wall and I pulled it away wet. Nope. There was no way I was going to stay in that suite. The desk said it was the only suite available so I decided to take a chance and try another hotel. I had to have a suite because there was a breakfast meeting planned for the first morning then we were to travel to their manufacturing plant.

I explained to the cabby I hailed that I needed a really nice hotel and would trust his judgement. Imagine my surprise when he took me to a Holiday Inn. He told me to trust him. It did look quite elegant and fairly new ... not the kind of Holiday Inn I was use to which were more like swanky motels.

I entered and inquired about the availability of a suite. Yes they had an available suite. Yes they had room service. Yes they could cater a breakfast meeting. The bonus was, it was cheaper than the original place I booked and was considerably nicer.

Everything was perfect. I informed my guests of the change in venue and they were indeed pleased because it would be more convenient to travel to and from this location. Within half an hour of the phone call, bouquets of flowers and a huge fruit basket arrived. As I tipped the guy I asked him who had ordered all this. He said it was compliments of the hotel. My jaw dropped and kind of went... HUH? Why on earth would they do that for someone who has never stayed here before and is not likely to be in the state again. The bellman closed the door and told me he could get censured if the hotel found out he told me and I swore the secret was safe. He told me the company I was visiting had called the hotel and told them I was a very important person to them and to ensure I was extended every courtesy. Since the company I was visiting was an extremely important customer of the hotel, the hotel decided to do exactly that.

After I settled in I decided to check out the neighborhood before supper. As I passed the concierge desk, I was greeted by name. The doorman greeted me by name as he opened the door for me. This was a new experience for me. I felt like royalty or something. Obviously I cherish the memory. Lord knows I haven't gotten that treatment since my return from Texas. But, on with the story.

The next morning, the breakfast went off without a hitch. We enjoyed meeting each other after speaking with each other for years on the phone. Then it was off for a tour of their factories and office. Everything was going along splendidly, except me. As the day wore on, I began feeling more ill. My hosts noticed I was losing more and more color as the day progressed but when they commented, I made light of it saying it was jet lag. Two-hour time difference, I don't think they bought it.

We ended the business day late. I was concerned that I might have to cancel the next days meeting if I did not feel better so I wanted to accomplish all the important business before we called it a day. We continued our talks over dinner and a few drinks after. Finally, at about 9 o'clock we had covered almost everything we intended to take 3 or 4 days to do, and I was ready for the morgue. I could not remember ever feeling that ill.

My hosts drove me back to the hotel. It seemed that upon the conclusion of business, someone let the air out of me. By the time I got out of the car at the hotel I could barely stand. The sales rep that handled our account grabbed me by the arm and felt my forehead. He pulled his hand back and said I was burning up. Between him and the bellman, they got me up to my room, my clothes off (down to my briefs) and into bed. Jeff, the sales rep said that he would stay with me but I told him to go home to his wife and kids, I would be fine it was probably just a touch of the flu and I just needed rest. Then I must have passed out completely.

The next thing I remember, the bellman that had delivered the flowers and fruit the previous day was shaking me awake and asking if I was okay. I got my bearings and must have looked at him rather quizzically. Admittedly I was wondering why he was in my suite. I looked at the clock and realized I had missed the scheduled morning meeting. It was already 11 o'clock and I was supposed to have been at the hosting company's office at 10. The bellman said the company had phoned and asked that they check on me. I hadn't heard the phone, or his knocking on the door into the suite so he had used his master key to enter.

He left the bedroom so I could make myself presentable and used the phone in the other room to call the company to tell them I was alive .. but just barely. I was still feeling like hell, but not quite as bad as the previous night. I asked if there was a hotel doctor. The bellman left immediately to make the arrangements. I must have drank a couple gallons of water in the next half hour. The doctor arrived and proceeded to check me over.

Yes I still had a fever. My blood pressure was elevated and my coloring was not good at all. Midway through his exam I told him I had to pee and excused myself. As soon as I started to go I started worrying. My piss had a red-orange tinge to it. Then the most excruciating pain I had every experienced. I literally screamed in agony. My dick and balls felt they were on fire ... like someone stuck a red-hot poker up my piss slit. Just as I thought I was going to pass out, the doctor came in and grabbed me. I finished pissing and he helped me back to the bed. Well that question was answered, he said, I do believe you just passed a kidney stone.

Over the next half hour or so I started feeling much better. My blood pressure was returning to normal and my fever was coming down. Who knew? The doctor said he would try to get me into see an urologist that day or the next ... that I should see one to make sure everything is okay. He then left to make the arrangements. Each passing minute it seemed I was feeling better. I showered, shaved and even called room service for some breakfast and coffee.

As I was finishing breakfast, the phone rang. It was the doctor. He was able to get me in to see a urologist but I would have to be there in an hour and would that be a problem. I told him that would be fine that I would be there.

An hour later, by now it was about 3:30 PM, I was opening the door to the urologists office. What greeted me was totally unexpected. Boxes, full, half full and empty all over the place. As I was taking in all this clutter, a good looking guy of about 30 emerged from a hallway. You must be my emergency, he said. I was speechless. Shoulder length black hair that fell carelessly across his forehead. Eyes so brown they were almost black. He looked like he had a 5 o'clock shadow. My eyes took in his slender nose, square jaw and sensuous lips. You could see the straight white teeth as he smiled. Full strong neck led to broad shoulders and chest encased in a slightly loose white t-shirt. As my eyes traveled lower I became aware of his outstretched hand. As I reached for his hand to shake it, I quickly made note of the slender waist, form fitting jeans and full basket. I cleared my throat and said that yes, I guess I am the emergency. He chuckled and said I had better be because I was his only appointment.

He apologized for the mess and explained that he was just setting up his office and had not intended to see patients until the following week. When the hotel doctor called and explained that I was a visiting VIP and the other Urologists couldn't see me for a few days, and explained my experiences of the previous few hours, he acquiesced and agreed to see me. He had been spending the time since the phone call setting up the equipment he felt he would need.

He locked the office door and led me down a hallway and into a room that was definitely set up for business. The doctor asked me if I was bashful and I told not usually but I did have my moments. I asked him why he asked and he said his examination gowns wouldn't arrive until the next day. I told him that under the circumstances I could withstand a little embarrassment as long as he could. We chuckled together, then he said he would leave the room for a minute to get some equipment and could I strip down and hop up on the table.

I was more easily embarrassed than I was letting on. Due to ribbing I received in my youth about my hairy body and small dick I was decidedly hesitant about being seen naked by strangers, but I decided I would never see this guy again so what the heck.. I was sliding myself up onto the table when he wheeled in what I was to learn was a portable ultra sound machine.

He seemed to take a sideways stare at me as he entered. I still had a fairly good build from my teen years of weight lifting. I was about 215 lbs., 6' tall, 56" chest and 38" waist. I wasn't as firm as I use to be and didn't pack as much muscle, but still not too bad. On cue, my small dick had shriveled and was trying to retreat further into my abdomen. The doc sat in a chair and began writing. I told him the course of events since the previous evening culminating with my suspected passing of the kidney stone. He listened, writing occasionally but always seeming to be looking at my hairy body.

The doc stood and asked me to lie down so he could examine me. I took a quick glance down at his crotch and could see there was much more packing there than there had been previously. Immediately, my mind started looking forward to this examination. He took my soft dick in his hand and squeezed it, pulled it a bit, encouraging it to come out from its hiding place. Sex had been the last thing on my mind until I had seen him stand up, and now that his warm hand and gentle fondling of my dick was achieving the desired effect ... sex jumped front and center. He asked if my dick shaft was tender and gave it a little squeeze ... I told him it seemed a little tender but not too bad. He then squeezed my dickhead so he could peer into its piss slit. That was more than a little tender and I told him. He took a tube of something and a Q-Tip and spread a little dollop into the slit. It immediately started to feel less sore. He said it was a topical anesthetic that it would help for a while. I guess the heat from my body caused the cream to start melting and oozing down my shaft because pretty soon his squeezing hand felt better than ever.

While squeezing my dick in one hand he ran his hand down to my balls and began examining them. They were tender to the touch, but I thought it was more because I had not cum in over a week than from the kidney stone. He asked if I had any problems with my prostate and I said not that I knew of. He continued to examine my balls for a few minutes and then he turned to his ultra sound machine and drew it closer. He explained he wanted to do a quick check to make sure the kidney stone was a loner. He said the ultra sound is okay in an emergency but I should make an appointment for full scans when I returned home. He spread a jelly on my abdomen and pubic area and proceeded to run the microphone looking gadget slowly all over. My dick was semi hard and remained that way through out the ultra sound. He wiped off the excess jelly and asked me to roll over. He then proceeded to apply jelly and use the ultra sound in the area of my kidneys on my back. As he did this, his free hand was gently caressing my back and running his fingers through the hair there. Too soon he was finished. Before he could move away from the table, I moved my hand, grazing his basket making like I wanted to scratch my back.

He ignored the graze and asked if something was wrong. I told him my back was a little itchy and just needed to scratch. Instantly his free hand began to scratch my back for me, as he scratched I brought my hand back down doing a slower pass across his crotch. It was getting fatter again. After a few minutes he asked if the itch was gone, I smiled and told him that one was. He grinned a bit and said the ultrasound was clear but strongly suggested I see my own doctor when I got home. I promised him I would.

Then he said that he better check out that testicular tenderness I was having. He asked me to stand and bend over the table. I thought it strange that he pulled his chair closer and sat down while pulling on a glove. I had always thought prostate exams were more by touch than visual. He had me spread my legs more. He then proceeded to apply some lube around my pucker. The more he spread the lube, the more excited I was becoming. Then I felt the first tentative penetration. Then the next. He kept this up until his finger was completely buried.

I gasped when he found my prostate. I could feel him rubbing it time and time again. Most of the prostate exams I had had in the past were in and out so quick I could never figure out how they had time to check anything. This one was definitely not what I was use to. Quickly I went to full hard. As soon as I did the doc's free hand snaked through my legs and fondled my hard cock and balls. I groaned with pleasure.

He commented that my prostate was slightly swollen but nothing to be worried about. He said I was probably right and it was because I hadn't cum for a while. As his finger up my butt took on a more fucking motion, he asked if I was okay. Between his finger up my butt and what his hand was doing to my dick and balls I was more than okay. Just as I was about to tell him, he slipped another finger up my butt to join the first one in its onslaught. My answer came out as a loud moan and then I said ... yeah doc, but I think a more intensive examination is needed.

The doc stood up ... lowered his zipper and hauled out his now hard drooling cock ... about 8 very fat inches. Before either of us could think or say condom, he shoved the full length up my waiting hole. I yelled from the initial pain, he was much fatter than I had thought or was prepared for. He fucked me hard and I felt my insides being pulled out each time he withdrew and slammed back into place every time he fucked in. After a few minutes, the pain gave way to rapture as he forced me closer and closer to climax. With each stroke he was battering my prostate better than most guys. He couldn't have taken more than a dozen strokes before he was spewing his cum into the furthest reaches of my bowels. As he came he fell across my back, kissing, tonguing and stroking all the hair he found there. He kept his still hard cock up my ass while I pounded my dick to climax ... continuing to fuck back and forth on his dick. As I gave the final stroke to bring myself off he said how much he loves a hairy guy. As my dick shot its load on the front of his table, my asshole clamped tight and I shook with the pure pleasure of the climax, Once again he groaned loudly in my ear, and once again he shot up my hot hungry butt.

Although my cum had little streaks of blood mixed with it, the doc announced that everything seemed in perfect working order. We hugged and kissed each other ... exchanging saliva this time. I wanted to continue but he said he had to get finished or he wouldn't be able to open on time. I understood and proceeded to dress. We hugged again and I headed back to my hotel. I slept the rest of the afternoon and early evening and then ordered room service for dinner. At about 10 o'clock someone knocked on my door. I opened it and was surprised to see my urologist. He said he was just on his way home and wanted to double check to make sure I was doing okay since I was in the city alone ... and also he forgot to give me the invoice for my office visit. I invited him in and part way into the living area he suddenly turned, grabbed me in his arms and buried his tongue deep in my throat. When we broke our kiss, he stood before me with a huge grin and asked how long I was in town. I told him 2 more days then I go to Dallas ... he said perfect, and did I want some company until I left. Did I? You bet your ass I did. I asked him about the charge for the office visit ... I wanted to clear that up before the fun began. He handed me a copy and it was stamped "Paid in Full" and then written underneath "Repeatedly".

It was, needless to say, a very shall we say fulfilling 2 days. He fulfilled me at least a half dozen more times ... between or after my meetings. And when he wasn't fucking my hairy butt ... we were either cuddling or locked in a 69. It turns out he loved my small dick and balls ... as much as I appreciated his 8 fat inches. But he especially appreciated that although I loved eating out his fantastic butt ... I did not want to fuck him. We meshed pretty good ... he loved to suck and fuck and I loved to get fucked and sucked a guy for his pleasure not for mine. So normally our sessions were ... he would suck me off and then fuck me for hours and then nuzzled, sucked and played with my small dick until it gave him another load to swallow. It was a very memorable business trip.

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