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Subject: Doctor Jacks Off Patient, 15
Date: Thu, 06 Mar 1997 12:30:42 -0500
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** Doctor Jacks Off Patient, 15 **

The following is excerpted from Raunch, Boyd McDonald's 11th 
volume of true sex histories. 

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Minnesota-- I guess you could say I underwent my rites of passage 
in the doctor's office. I was about 15 at the time and as I laid on 
the examination table in my jockey shorts I wished I could have 
been almost anywhere else. It was too late. Our family doctor, a 
man in his mid-30s, was removing my shorts. My face burned. I was 
too embarrassed to look down. 

I didn't have to look. I could feel him working my ball sac loose and 
rolling my nuts in his fingers one by one. From there he moved to 
my cock. He pulled it out as far as it would go. 

I'd asked for this even though I was mortified by the whole idea. 
The only other cock in my life was my father's and I knew it well; 
dad always cut hair in the buff. It was the perfect opportunity for 
a study of male anatomy. I would watch my dad's ample meat bob 
and swing in front of my face. Sometimes it would come to rest on 
my hands or arms as he'd reach for a tricky trim. He would have 
known it was there but he'd let it linger long enough for me to 
appreciate the solid feel and texture of the adult cock. 

Anyway, that's why I was in the doctor's office. I expected to get 
at least as big as dad, cock -wise. I was coming up short and time 
was running out! I was convinced I was only about half size by the 
only standard I knew. 

My cock was never one to resist stimulation of almost any kind and 
the doctor's skillful handwork was no exception. And as my cock 
stiffened he began stroking me in a way that was familiar. It was 
clear he wanted me to come! 

I looked down to see the livid head and shaft of my boner bob in 
and out of view as the doctor found his stride. It was strange yet 
wonderful to both feel and see. 

In fact he was opening up a whole new world of sensation. Every 
few strokes he would pause to plunge his thumb and index finger 
deep into the scrotum between balls and cock. Great bursts of 
indescribable pleasure pulsed in my groin and shaft. My nuts were 
alive with pleasure. But my load was still holding back. 

The doctor asked several times whether he was "doing it right" 
for me and was this the way I did it? 

All I could think was, "So this is how another man does it." 

He asked several times whether I was about to come. It sure 
looked ripe and ready to pop. It was so hard it was shiny and the 
pre-cum welled out in big globs. 

The doctor held some tissues and held them, like a catcher's mitt, 
where my load was due. 

After about five minutes, things were getting pretty serious; we'd 
both stopped talking as we watched my cock. It was locked on 
super hard and ready for the big one. 

Just then a nurse came to the door! 

Doc kept stroking but the spell was broken. I sure didn't want to 
be blasting a load with the nurse looking on. 

I guess he sensed this, too. He quickly rolled my underpants up 
over my erection. It stood out in bold relief under the taut fabric 
of my briefs. 

The doctor intercepted the nurse at the door but I was sure I 
could see her glancing past him at my cock. 

After what seemed like a long time, the doctor came back but he 
seemed rushed. Meanwhile my semen had gone into full retreat 
and my cock was right behind. 

The doctor's verdict was that my cock was normal in size but the 
doctor agreed to try a series of testosterone shots just in case. I 
told him about my dad. 

He asked whether I'd seen my dad with a hard on. I hadn't and I'd 
often wondered why. The doc suggested I see my dad hard before 
deciding too quickly about my own size. 

The treatments lasted a month or so. I never watched my cock so 
closely. And on the doc's advice, I did my best to catch my dad 
with his cock up. I considered all kinds of ways I might help bring it 
about but none were exactly subtle or prudent. By the time I was 
due back at the doctor's office, I had to admit failure. 

It was back to the examining table for me. Did I think I was any 
bigger? Well, maybe a little; it was hard to tell. Once again the doc 
pulled my cock up into an erection. My face flushed with the 
intensity of my organ. I watched in silence, too horny to be 
embarrassed. He quickly assembled the tissues, and just in time. 
The cum came hot and hard, I could feel my cock swell and jerk 
with each spurt as he held it firmly in his hand, squeezing and 
milking it. He knew cock like only another man can know. 

He continued to hold my dick for a minute or two. It remained rock 
hard. Finally it was verdict time. He didn't think I was any bigger 
but that I was plenty big enough. I had a thick, nicely -shaped penis 
big enough to please any woman. 

I found other ways to use it but I'll never forget the doctor who 
really made it OK to be me. He was there just when I needed him 
most. ** 

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