Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2007 09:14:27 -0600 (GMT-06:00)
From: Adam Pollard <appolinard@earthlink.net>
Subject: butt doctor

Most men merely endure their occupations, never really finding their
particular niche. Others, like myself, manage to find a profession that
allows them continuous pleasure. I'm a proctologist.  I'm never happier
than when I have a splendid male ass in my face. I'm able to smell them,
finger them, inspect them thoroughly...all in the name of medicine! Now
you'd think that in order to maintain my professionalism I would have to be
content with those cursory examinations. Fact is, I take on only male
patients, supposedly because I specialize in prostate problems. But I also
do examinations of pre-pubescent and pubescent males, along with having a
large gay clientele.

Some of my most pleasant dealing with young patients actually amount to
what could be called booty calls. There are teenage boys afraid to come out
of the closet who come to me for release when they become unbearably horny.
They will feign constipation to their parents, for instance, and ask to be
allowed to see me for a local enema or a high colonic.

Just last week sixteen-year-old, Bobby, one of my favorite repeaters, had
his mother call me on a Monday afternoon asking if I could see him first
thing Tuesday morning. Pretending that I was clearing the decks just for
her lovely son, I told her that he could come in at 8 a.m. My medical
secretary and my male nurse were not due at work until 9:00. Bobby, a blond
boy of average build for his age, had a marvelously attractive anus that
was shaped as a vertical slit, rather than your usual circular winker. It
always aroused great lust in me it looked so fuckable. Bobby loved giving
it up to me after the customary warmup preliminaries.

That morning I arrived at my medical office at 7:20. I took off all my
clothes and put on just my white lab coat and sweat socks. Bobby rang the
bell at 7:54 and I let him in. After telling him we would be all alone
until 9 he grinned lasciviously and gave me a bear hug. "Ooo, Doc, is that
a stiffy under your lab coat?" I bent down and gave him a wet kiss on the
lips.

"What seems to be the problem, Bobby. Are you stopped up?"

"No. I had a good douche this morning. It's just that I have blue balls and
was hoping for a thorough prostate massage.

"I see. Take your clothes off and bend over the end of the examining table
while I get on my roller stool behind you." He assumed the position and
spread his cheeks so that I could gaze at his delightful vertical slit. I
moved in and tongued it, laving it up and down to his excited whimpers. My
mouth filled with saliva which I drooled into his winker. I pulled back to
look at his moist hole so enticing! I pulled on a rubber glove and gently
probed until I found the G-spot inside his rectum and strummed it. He
moaned with pleasure and wiggled his butt.

"Oh, Doc, that's great! But stand up and give me the real thing. Sink your
shaft into my vertical slit. I know you're lusting for it." I rose,
unbuttoned my lab coat and shrugged it off. As it fell to the floor I took
my throbbing erection in hand and brushed the head of my dick around
Bobby's anus, teasing it. Then I lined it up with his fetching opening and
pushed against it. It winked and sucked in my glans. Then I sank the rest
of my shaft up to the hilt in his hot love chute. I set up a rhythm of
humping as we both vocalized our feelings of extreme sexual pleasure. Bobby
grabbed the sides of the examining table with his two hands as I increased
the intensity of my thrusting into his mucous membranes. After about three
minutes of serious fucking sweat was dripping off my brow on to his back.
When he cried out in his climax and I felt his sphincter spasming around my
shaft I howled and started ejaculating into his beautiful buns. I lowered
myself and lay down across his back as we both tried to bring our breathing
back to normal. After my dick deflated I pulled it out and Bobby turned to
embrace and kiss me, pushing his sticky package against mine.

"Oh, Doc. That was wonderful. How much do I owe you?"

"It's on the house, Bobby. In fact, here is a five-dollar tip," I said as I
fished a fin out of one of the equipment drawers.