Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 22:10:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg Schroeder <unclegreg_199@yahoo.com>
Subject: Where's the Prostate? by Uncle Greg (Anal)

(Usual disclaimers apply)

The two flatmates, Dwayne and Kevin were final
year medical students. The men, in their
mid-twenties, were very keen rugby players and
trained with an Australian University B team.

It was a hot, wet Saturday afternoon and both men
were relaxing with a couple of cold ones. Kevin
looked up from the newspaper he was reading.

"Did you see this bit about medical students?"

"What?", replied Dwayne.

"It says here that young doctors spend so much
time doing politically correct subjects like race
relations that their learning of the basics like
anatomy has been compromised. Many  young doctors
don't know the location of vital organs or even
where the prostate is". Kevin put the paper down.

"Well I know where the prostate is", said Dwayne.
"It's up the bum".

"Yes, but have you ever checked one?" Kevin said.
"I know I haven't".

"No", replied Dwayne, thoughtfully. After a long
silence he continued: "I suppose we could check
each other's?"

"Go where no man has ever been before?" said
Kevin.

"That'd be right, but yes".

"I don't know .. you want to put your finger up
my shitter? "

"Let's be professional about this. I need to
examine your prostate which is up your back
passage".

"Back passage?" He moved his firm butt-cheeks on
the easy-chair. "My Gran had a back passage in
her house".

"Your rectum, then".

"If you insist".

Dwayne got up and retrieved a pair of scissors.

"What are you doing?"

"Trimming my nails and I suggest you do the same.
The last thing I need is to get scratched back
there". He finished and handed the scissors to
his big mate.

"Toss you for who goes first as the patient". He
spun a coin.

"Heads" said Kevin.

"Heads it is. Take off your shorts and underpants
and lie down on your side with your knees pulled
upwards".

"We need lubrication", Dwayne said. "I'll get the
petroleum jelly from the bathroom. Probably
better if we do the examinations in a bedroom
because a bed is higher than that sofa".

A short time afterwards, Kevin was lying on his
side in the approved manner. Dwayne admired his
friend's muscular buttocks. He'd seen them often
enough in the showers after footy practice but
this was different, much more intimate. He looked
at his mate's hairy crack with its prominent
brown fundament and swallowed hard. He lubed up
his finger.

"Relax", Dwayne said. "This won't hurt a bit".

"Just get on with it", said Kevin with feeling.

Dwayne pushed against the tight sphincter until
it gave way allowing him up Kevin's incredibly
hot, tight chute. Kevin's inner-muscles swirled
around Dwayne's finger. The sphincter pulsated
against the invading digit. In spite of himself,
Dwayne sprouted an erection which was most
disconcerting. He tried to concentrate on
locating his friend's prostate and after a great
deal of inner probing finally found a fleshy
walnut-sized object. He stroked it with the very
tip of his finger.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Kevin as wave after wave of
sensuous pleasure engulfed his nether regions,
causing his cock to go rock hard.

"I guess that must be it", said Dwayne. I'll just
check it for size".

The tip of his finger continued to massage the
big man's sex-nut. Kevin had never felt such
pleasure and surrendered totally to it,
forgetting that the cause was another man's
finger up his arse. When that finger was
withdrawn without warning, Kevin felt a real
sense of loss.

"I'll leave you to get dressed", Dwayne said,
going to the bathroom to scrub his hands.
Afterwards, he stood in the hallway desperately
thinking sad thoughts to make his erection
subside. He returned to the bedroom with his dick
at half-mast.

"Your turn", said Kevin, who was dressed again
and thankful that a loose shirt covered his still
swollen manhood.

Dwayne dropped his shorts and undies and got into
position on the bed. Kevin greased up a finger
and pushed hard against Dwayne's pink puckered
hole. Once inside, he experienced the same
pleasure that his friend had when examining him.
Kevin's erection threatened to burst his zipper.

Try as he might, the big man was unable to locate
that prostate so Dwayne offered to change
position. He knelt on the bed, offering up his
glorious bottom to Kevin.

The sight of Dwayne's perfect fleshy mounds  was
too much for Kevin. He quietly undid his zipper,
liberating his stiff penis. The big man placed
some lubrication on his man-pole and pushed the
head against Dwayne's inviting sphincter. The
hole was actually winking at him, Kevin observed,
half-crazed with lust.

"Hey, Kevin!" Dwayne said. "Stop fooling around
with your finger".

"It's NOT my finger and I'm not fooling", the big
man growled. With that he gave a firm push and
his manmeat penetrated Dwayne's tight fundament.

"Owwww!"

Kevin ignored his protests and pushed on until
his entire sex-muscle was bloating Dwayne's
virgin rectum. Dwayne's cries got more and more
urgent but went unheeded. Carnal sensations
erupted, giving Kevin a sensual pleasure he had
never felt before. Eventually, his big, throbbing
organ erupted, coating the walls of Dwayne's
rectum with a load of his manly spunk.

Kevin pulled out of his friend. Dwayne wriggled
free from under the crushing weight of the big
man and rushed out of the room.

Realisation hit Kevin with a wallop and he sank
to the floor, aghast at what he had done. He got
to his feet and walked to the bathroom. The door
was partly open and he could see Dwayne sitting
on the toilet, expelling man-seed from his
battered behind. He did not see at his friend.

The big man turned and slowly walked back to the
living area where he sat at the table, head in
his hands. A simple prostate exam had gone
horribly wrong. He had raped his flatmate! What
sort of monster does a thing like that? Once this
got out he'd be ruined for life.

Dwayne came into the room and sat down rather
gingerly at the table opposite Kevin.

The big man started to apologise, trying to find
the right words.

Dwayne listened, distracted by a realisation of
his own. The unexpected fucking had hurt like
hell. It had felt like a telegraph pole was being
rammed up his bum. But being joined to his best
friend in that most intimate and obscene way was
at the same time strangely liberating. Besides,
Kevin's big dick HAD found his prostate,
something his finger had failed to do, and that
had changed the sensation from hurting to sheer
carnal pleasure.

"Shut up, Kev.", Dwayne said in his deep voice.
"You just got a bit carried away, that's all.
Really, it wasn't that bad".

Relief flooded the big man's expressive face.

"Want another cold one?" Dwayne asked?

"Yes, please", Kevin croaked.

Dwayne bent over to extract a couple of tinnies
from the bottom of the fridge. Kevin saw the
swell of Dwayne's ripe young arse through
skin-tight jeans and felt his well-used cock slap
hard against his belly. Dwayne put the beer on
the table in front of his friend. He eyed the big
pole tenting the front of Kevin's pants.

"You should be drinking stout. Gotta keep your
strength up, Big Boy". He wiggled his delicious
arse seductively. Kevin reached out with his big
hands and cupped Dwayne's taut, firm mounds...

One thing was for sure, life for those two young
medical students was never going to be the same
again!

(A fantasy from unclegreg_199 (at) yahoo.com. But
life is real so slap on a johnnie, ok?)