Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2016 20:30:35 +0100 From: First Timer <ftimer41@gmail.com> Subject: Dad takes me to the doctors Disclaimer: This story is completely ficticious and any incidents that bear any resemblance to reality are completely coincidental. If you are too young to be here or it is illegal in your state then please leave. Please feel free to send any feedback to ftimer41@gmail.com (Mb) Dad takes me to the doctors -------------------------------------------------------------- When I was very young I had a problem with my foreskin. My only memory of this time was standing on a bed completely naked with the drapes pulled round while several male doctors (and my mother) looked on while commenting and touching my willy. To my understanding, a course of antiobiotics was prescribed and the problem went away. When I was around the age of 9, I started having real problems peeing and couldn't pull back my foreskin all the way. Very reluctantly I told my dad and lay down, knees off the bed with my trousers and pants around my ankles. As my dad looked and felt there was resistance to the foreskin I remember going hotflush, my little dink was getting stiff as he tried to pull back on the restricted glands. My arms were covering my face shrouding the embarrassment from my dad. He withdrew his hand from my little shaft as it reached its fully extended state, sat there staring for what felt like forever and huffed, "Well, looks like we need to see the doctor". He left me laying there with my stiffy bouncing against my stomach. This event triggered something in my little brain making me realise I wanted this sort of attention from men like my daddy. My dad booked the appointment and a few days later in the morning we headed to the local surgery. The added thrill of missing school made me feel like I was getting away with something, and as we sat in the waiting room I felt absolutely giddy. I saw my name flash up on the board and tugged excitedly on my dads arm, he looked up from his book, collected his things and took me by the hand into Doctor's office. "Ah! Hello, Mr Hayes! And you must be James! I'm Dr. Peters, very pleased to meet you both. Please, take a seat." There was only one seat. My dad hesitantly sat down, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me between his waiting legs. I perched on his upper thigh looking on at the Doctor expectantly. "So I hear Jame's has been having a few problems. Before we get started could you just explain to me what's happening?" My dad went on to explain the issues I had peeing and complaints about pain in my groin. "Ah I see, this is quite normal for a child to experience issues of these sorts growing up but we find that we can reduce this issues a large amount just by teaching them some good hygiene practices. It's especially important when they're at a younger age as puberty can massively excerbate the problems sometimes cause problems leading onto into later life" My dad nodded along a little flush understanding that maybe he'd been a little to blame for my 'predicament'. "No worries though, we should go through the hear and now. James I'd like you just to stand up for me" I hopped up off my dads legs getting a bit bored by the doc's spiel and waited patiently. "I'd like you just to raise your arms above your head, Good. Now turn your head to one side... And the other. Fantastic!.." The doc went through some routine checks with me, touching my ears, head and neck whenever he needed me to make slight adjustments. "Great! Now James, I'm going to need you to take off your shirt. We should go over to the table" I sprang out of my shirt and passed it to my still sitting dad. As I tried to get up on the table the doc placed his hands down on my butt and lifted me up. Now I was sitting level with his upper chest and started to feel a little vulnerable with my chest and slightly hardening nipples exposed to the room. "Okay James just lie back I'm going to just place my hands on different spots. Let me know if anything hurts okay?" The doc began placing his warm hands on different spots down my chest letting his hands briefly brush my nipples every now and then until he worked his hands to just above my school trousers. I felt a low level of arousal as he began touching my chest and when his finger briefly brushed my nipple stopped and then did it again, bringing it to a full hardness, I felt my little willy in my pants begin to engorge with blood. By the time he had reached my lower abdomen my little hardness was straining to escape its confinement. I was sure Dr. Peter's must have seen it as I felt myself tense a few times causing the stick to pulse out a few times. "Now James I'm just going to need to undo your trousers is that okay?" I nodded as his fingers began to undo the button freeing my hotness from confinement. He pulled open the zipper revealing my red y-fronts and a slightly acrid small boy musk probably from not shaking properly after peeing. Dr. Peters pushed the trousers to mid-thigh and I lifted my knees from the table to give a little more cover. His hands went back to my abdomen checking my soft flesh, his fingers slipping just slightly inside my underpants to check the last remaining spots. I looked over at my dad who was mid-page staring over at us seemingly extremely interested in the examination unfolding before his eyes. "Right everything seems fine there, no pain anywhere? Good! Now, Mr Hayes could you come over please I'm going to need you for the next part of the exam" My dad rather uncomfortably shifts over to the table. "Now James could you lift your bum briefly for me? Thank you, now I'll just need to take these down" As I lifted my bottom from the table the doctor reached under me gently grasping the back of my elasticated pants pulled up towards my knees. As he did so the front of the pants caught around the head of my weiner accentuating the slightly damp engorged member. Briefly making contact with my excitement he then drew the front of pants over my groin and down my legs. My peter slapping up playfully to my belly as he did so, I let out a light moan. Taking my willy between his thumb and forefinger he felt it's base softly squeezing its way up to the tightly wrapped foreskin. A small gasp escaped my lips. His inspection lasted a good 30 seconds, looking down the urethra and lightly pulling on the head. "Hmm yes - he's clearly extremely tight. Mr Haye's could you just hold him there for a sec I just want to try something" The doctor rushed away to some draws and pulled out a small tub of vaseline while my dad timidly took a hold of my hard rod. Taking a large dollop he began to smother the head with the substance covering it from head to base. "Now if you could just try pulling lightly and I'll try to apply more if we get any traction" My dad began to lightly pulling down on my penis, effectively lightly masturbating me as he and the doc tried to loosen the gland. Trying to look anywhere except between my legs, I looked down at my Dad. He seemed intensely focused with the task at hand, a face almost as red as mine, and a giant tent in the crotch of his pants. "Yes yes just like that Mr Hayes, very good" The Doctors face was level with the table carefully observing and applying a fresh layer of vaseline on my cock and around my balls. His fingers trailed down the cleft smearing the rest of the area with vaseline until the tip of his middle finger reached my bumhole, leaving his hand in place as though for support. I arched my back up with this fresh sensation, squeezing my buttcheeks down on the intruding finger. My dad's rubbing sped up, gliding up and down thoroughly over the gland. I felt something bubbling up deep inside. I felt myself relax back down to the table, inadvertently applying pressure onto the finger middling between my cheeks and felt the tip slowly slip in, "ooh". The docs other hand was rubbing my smooth stomach for comfort and casually gliding up over a nipple every now and then. My pa seemed to be thrusting in motion to his hand movements gently humping the bed. A few more moments and the bubbling reached it's climax, I felt the doc's finger slide up to the first knuckle as an overwhelming gushing sensation overcame my body and I felt my weiner jolting fervently in my daddies hand. I thought that maybe I had peed everywhere but was too spent to look about the room to find out what happened. My body went limp and the room fell silent for a few moments. I felt the docs finger slide out my rectum and he wiped his gloved hand on a towel nearby "Well that was certainly a fantastic start to getting him loosened up! I am absolutely certain he won't need surgery. He will require your assistance with one session daily applied with vaseline. Make sure to take note of any redness or stretch marks that may appear and don't be afraid to book an emergency appointment if you're worried. I would like to have him back here weekly for the next month so that we can continue these sessions and we can through in a few educational exercises that may be fun!" I looked over at my dad who seemed to be in a bit of a daze and redfaced. His pants had a dark circle around his crotch and I wondered whether he was embarrassed because he peed himself! "Y-y-.. uh.. Yes that sounds good. Shouldn't be a problem. James thank the doctor for helping you with your problem" I jumped down off the table, coming down from the best feeling of my life so far and stuck out my hand to thank him. "Thank you sir Doctor Peters" The doctor took my hand and pulled me into a hug lightly rubbing the back of my neck "Such a darling. Thank you James you've been a star today. Now be a good boy and head over to your daddy to dress you" I wandered back over to my dad who slowly dressed me, bringing back memories of when I was very young as he slowly pulled up my pants and zipped me up. As we left the surgery I held my dads hand, something I hadn't done since I was very little and felt a connection I'd never felt before in my life.