Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2004 00:36:06 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: big dog, mean neighbor-13

"Mister Jensen, the doctor will see you now." I heard the receptionist
say.

"Thank you, Christie." I smiled my best grin, walking in pass her as I
held my stomach in.
Christie was all of 19, blonde, blue eyed with a petite figure and tits
like rocks, and here I was still trying to impress. She grinned that
every flirtatious smile that made me feel like a young Robert Redford or
Tom Selleck, rather than the Tom Brady I most like resembled from the
Brady Bunch. Once pass the reception area, I allowed my stomach to resume
it's normal shaped before I passed out from lack of oxygen.

"Michael..." doctor Clark said, looking over his shoulder at me as he
washed his hands at the basin. "...come in, have a seat. It's been awhile
since I last saw you. You must be eating too many apples." he joked, his
favorite one liner.

I smiled, despite having heard that joke from him every year since I was
17.
"It's time for my yearly check up." I informed, closing the door behind
me.

"Has it been a year already?" he asked, drying his hands on a few
napkins. "Why don't you take off your clothes and hop up on the table."
I did as instructed, folding my clothes and donning on the paper gown the
office usually provides.

"So how do you like that new receptionist? Pretty HOT, eh?" asked dr
Clark, winking his eye as he elbowed the air. "She's quite a looker, eh?
I can't tell you how many times I strung a raging willy just looking at
those young breasts bounce around this here office." he laughed.
I laughed too, despite feeling slightly embarrassed by his comments. Dr
Harold Clark was an older man, all of 58 years old or more. He had been
my family's physician since I was a boy, infact he was good friends with
my father, having spend fishing weekends together at an old cabin in the
mountains many years ago. He was nicely build for someone his age. I
could tell by his dialog over the years, that dr Clark was very robust
and sexually driven. He often talked about his wife (Mildred) in sexual
reference, and had always steered me toward a good diet and workout
regimen that he claimed would leave me with "a healthy sexual appetite
when you're older". Looking at my experiences over that past year, made
me extremely glad that I had taken his advice seriously.
"I didn't embarrass you, now did I Mikey?"

"A little." I admitted bashfully, hoping up on the examining table while
trying to keep my naked ass covered.

"Now, now Mikey... I've seen every inch of your body from the inside out
eversince you were what... 14-15 years old?"

"17." I corrected, blushing.

"17. You know you have no reason to be embarrassed around me. I've seen
everything from you cock and balls, to your asshole, to your tonsils,
your heart, kidneys and liver... through x-rays of course." he said,
taking my chart into his hands.

"You're right." I smiled, feeling as awkward as ever. "It's just... I
still see you as my parent's friend. It's strange hearing ole dr Clark
talk like a... a..."

"Horny old goat?" finished the doc, smiling broadly.

"Well, I was going to say -"sailor"." I corrected, causing him to laugh
aloud.

"Well, you do know I WAS in the service, right? Spent 3 years in 'NAM.
Fought beside soldiers that had their arms and legs all blown to hell.
Wasn't a pretty sight, my boy." said the doc, his older face losing its
happy tone as it tensed in memory of the WAR.

"Yes. My father's told me stories about the war. Sound like it may've
been hell." I said.

"Oh, it was. You should come up to the cabin with us one day while we're
having one of our "service men retreats". Some of the old guys from our
platoon get together once every couple of years to reminisce and catch
up. Sometimes one of us'll bring someone, -a son, a grandson or
granddaughter and tell them stories about the WAR. I think you may enjoy
it."
Listening to 60 year old men sit around talking about dead bodies and
exploding bombs wasn't my idea of a good time. I looked at it as rather
depressing. Infact, the stories I heard my father talk about WERE very
depressing. At one point during my childhood, I thought everyone that
joined the service -died. It kept me from joining when I was 18.
Sensing my reluctance, dr Clark started his exam.

"So, you want a full physical." he asked, touching me along my jaw line
with the tips of his fingers to check my glands for any signs of
swelling. "Any symptoms I should know about? Anything been bothering
you?"

"No, nothing." I said, as he began listening to my breathing.

"You sure? No aches or pains I should know of? I mean, besides the
misses." he laughed.

"Nope." I answered, then decided to get to my REAL reason for the visit.
"Well... there IS one thing that's been bothering me lately."

"What is it?" asked Clark.

"Well..." I began, not sure how to mention it. "...I've been having
these... pains, when I go to the bathroom."

"Pains? Where?"

"In... in... my anus." I blushed.

"What does it feel like?" he asked, concerned.

"I don't know. It just... hurts, when I have a bowel movement." I
responded.

"Is it a dull pain? A stabbing pain? A sharp pain? Is it deep within the
anus, or somewhere around the pucker?" he asked, catching me off guard.
I really hadn't paid that much attention to where exactly the pain was, I
was just concerned rather or not it was sexually transmitted.

"I... I'm not sure." I said, uselessly.

"Well, we can rectify that." smiled Clark. "Turn around." he said,
donning on a pair of elastic gloves.
Reluctantly I got up off the table, then turned my back to the good
doctor, exposing my bare backside. Dr Clark squatted down behind me, then
gently pulled my ass cheeks apart. I could feel my heart quicken
extensively, fearing what the doctor might find. In the past year I'd
been fucked by 3 dogs, and 11 men/boys. My asshole hadn't seen this much
action since my old college days when I was butt-fucked my full mascot
uniform by the opposing team after losing a championship game.
My asshole became "sore" after my gangbang in the basement of my parent's
neighbor's house. For several days, I've sat uncomfortably, awaiting it
to pass. But upon the insistence of my wife Beth, I'd decided to find out
exactly what was wrong with me. Now, my heart sat in my throat, hoping dr
Clark would not tell me bad news.

"Michael, have you and Beth been... playing around... sexually?"

"What do you mean, doc?" I asked, looking back at him over my right
shoulder.
He gazed back at my asshole, touching the lips with a lubed finger.

"Have she been using... toys, on you during sex?"

"Toys?" I asked, naively.

"Dildos. Does she fuck you with dildos?" asked the doctor, bluntly.

"No." I blunted, without thinking. "Why?"

"Because it's obvious that you've been... penetrated, quite often by the
looks of it." he commented. "I suppose if you and Beth were using dildos
during sex, it would explain why your anus is so irritated and inflamed.
But since you say you don't use dildos..."
I could've kicked myself for being so quick with the tongue.

"Are you saying that I may have caught something sexually transmitted?" I
asked, fearfully.

"Oh no, no." answered the doctor. "It appears that you have a mild case
of hemorrhoids, probably bought on by excessive straining of some sort."

"Oh, is that all?" I questioned, feeling relieved.

"Yes." said the doc, pulling the cheeks apart further and causing my hole
to stretch open painfully.

"Could it have come from bowel movements?" I asked, reasoning that I hurt
most while on the toilet.

"Yes, of course. But that would not account for the odd shape you anus
has taken" he offered, making me nervous again. "It's larger than it
usually is. The folds open quite easily when stretch, like so..." he
said, pulling the lips apart again. I could feel the office air
disappearing up inside my ass opening. "This kind of anal abuse only
comes from one thing... sexual activity."
I blushed a bright red.
"Have you been getting anally penetrated, Mike?"

"Yes." I admitted, deeply embarrassed and ashamed.

"Is that cock, or cocks that's been entering you unreasonably large?" he
inquired.

"Well, they've been rather large." I said, thinking back to the gangbang,
and Mutt.

"Are they very aggressive?"

"Yes." I answered without delay.

"Well, you may have to make them take it easy on you for a while, as
aggressive anal sex can cause server hemorrhoids. And we wouldn't want
that, now would we?"

"No." I answered. "Is there something you can prescribe?"

"I could probably provide you with a cream that would help with the
itching and irritation, if you like." said Clark.

"Yes doc, I'd like that." I said, happily.
Dr Clark got up, walked over to his medicine closet, then pulled down a
tube of something.

"Apply this several times a day, whenever the soreness gets to be too
unbearable." he instructed, allowing me to read the label and directions.

"This will all stay between just US, right doctor?" I asked, concerned
for my privacy.

"Doctor/patient confidentiality" answered Clark.
It while reading the label that I noticed the gigantic bulge in dr
Clark's trousers. I had to look twice to be certain of what I was looking
at.
"I could apply it for you now, to show you the correct way to administer
it."

"Thank you doctor. I would appreciate that." I informed, turning my back
to him once again.
Dr Clark moved his greased fingers back into the crack of my ass, feeling
for the moist hole he had just looked closely apon. It was still sore to
the touch as he anointed a generous amount of the ointment which
immediately numbed my aching hole.

"I'm not sure exactly what you've been doing Michael, but I suggest you
be a little more cautious when it comes to playing with your anus. It's
really a very delicate instrument that should be handled with care." he
said, slipping a finger inside.
I glanced back at him over my shoulder, questionably.

"I'll need to apply some of the ointment inside, to be certain that the
entire track is properly lubricated."

"Okay." I said, feeling his long finger move back and forth.
My cock grew hard instantly.

"Does it hurt now?" he asked, adding a second finger.

"No." I informed, barely able to feel his fingers reaching inside me.
I wasn't aware at the time, but dr Clark unzipped his pants and had begun
playing with his dick. When it was fully hard, he gently slid the head up
against my numb hole, then slowly inserted his fat 8 inch cock inside me.
With the ointment working its magic along the anal track, he had over
half his cock buried deep inside me before I was even aware it was in.

"Oooo, doctor Clark..." I groaned, feeling his soft public hairs press up
against my backside.

"How does that feel, my boy? Does that hurt?" he asked, grinding his cock
around in my over heated tunnel.

"No..." I gasped, as I bent forward to allow him complete access.
Dr Clark grabbed ahold of my hips, then began to fuck me gently, his fat
58 year old cock sliding easily in and out of my moistened man-cunt. I
couldn't believe how hungry for cock I was becoming. Here I was in my
doctor's office, getting my ass fucked during an examination as a room
full of patients awaited to see him out in the lobby.

Dr Clark was old enough to be my father. He had gray and black hair
(mostly gray), crows feet around his aging eyes, wrinkles along the
forehead and frown line, and brown liver spots on the back of his large
hands. The same hands that were grasping me tightly about the waist as he
shoved his cock into me repeatedly, burying his ample meat into me with
increasing speed.
I was grateful that he had anointed the ointment, which numbed my asshole
thoroughly, otherwise this fucking would have been very painful. As it
was, I could barely feel him inside, except for when his cock head would
bang into my prostate. The ointment was successfully keeping me from
feeling any excessive pain that my stretching anal lips would have felt
otherwise.

I grabbed ahold of the exam table as the doctor started to get rougher
with me, pulling his cock back to the head then shoving it all the way
back in. I could tell that he loved the way my asshole sucked tightly at
his slick shaft, despite the slight damage it was in. Clark informed me
that the ointment was starting to effect his cock, causing it to dull,
which would make him take longer to cum. We knew we couldn't have that,
as his receptionist would be in shortly with complaints from the other
patients waiting their turns with the doctor.
He bent me forward, then began to fuck me in earnest. It was weird,
feeling a man standing behind me, grabbing hold of my waist as his hips
pumped back and forth, smacking my butt cheeks with his hairy pelvis, yet
I could not feel his big cock any where within me. I knew dr Clark was
giving me a formidable fuck, as we were both beginning to sweat over our
labor, yet with my anal track numbed with medicine, I could not feel him
in me at all.

It wasn't long before I felt him hug me tightly from behind, then felt
his body tremble as he groaned softly in my ear. I knew he was flooding
my anus with volumes of his cum, even though I couldn't feel it. It made
me feel good to know that I was responsible for his orgasm, knowing my
asshole was still doing it's job -despite its injury.
Dr Clark removed his cock from my asshole, then zipped up his pants. He
seemed apologetic, until I assured him that I was fine with what just
happened. His happy smile returned, as he handed me a lollipop for the
visit (just as he's done since I was a kid).

"You might want to think seriously about joining us up at that cabin this
year, for the old platoon." he reminded me as he walked me to the door.

"I don't know dr Clark..." I said, walking out into the lobby. "...just
doesn't sound like something I might find interesting."

"Oh, it's interesting." smiled Clark, making me wonder what he was really
meaning.

"I'll think about it." I said, wanting to discuss it more with my father.

"You do that, Mikey. And tell your father he's past his annual visit as
well."

"I will doc." I laughed, as I suddenly realized that my numb hole could
not keep the good doctor's cum inside. It was already running down the
back of my legs before I could even make it to my car.