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!