Date: Tue, 12 Oct 2004 11:58:41 -0400
From: d l <dl2827@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dr. Mitchell's exam

This is a fictional story involving youth/youth and/or adult/youth sexual
relationships. If this type of material offends you, or if you are not of
legal age, please do not read any further. This material is intended for
mature adult audiences.  Names, characters, locations and incidents are
either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.

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We moved there just after the end of my sophomore year, the year my mother
passed away. My dad said it would be good for us if we got away from that
town and the memories. I don't know if we could've ever really gotten away.
But he moved us anyways, to another state, another small farming community,
another small farm. We might as well have been in the same place for all I
could tell.

Most of the summer I spent by myself. We were pretty isolated, and my dad
spent most of his time setting up the farm. We would have dinner together,
late and silent. Sometimes I thought my mother's passing had been harder on
him than it'd been on me. Occasionally, I would get together with this kid
Mike, he was younger than me by a couple of years, and he lived two farms
and five miles over. We'd get together and play soccer in the fields, or
look at his comic books, which were boring to me, but I was glad for the
company. Otherwise, most of the time I spent at our farm reading or doing
chores and generally trying to resist the urge to jack off. It was nearly
impossible, though. My body was goin' through so many changes, and I was
constantly distracted by the twitching in my shorts. Sometimes, when I'd be
workin' out in the barn, I'd get so distracted, I'd have to whip it out and
jerk off right there. In fact, it was kind of a thrill to do it out there in
the open. My dick seemed to be getting' bigger, and there was more hair all
around it. I'd been shootin' more of that stuff too. It seemed like every
time I'd do it, there'd be more of it. I didn't have anyone to talk to about
it, though, so I never knew if what was happenin' was normal. Certainly
couldn't talk to my dad about it.

The school had been in touch to try and get me ready for my coming junior
year. My dad had told them I would be wanting to try out for the soccer team
and he was told I'd need to get a physical before I could try out. We didn't
have a doctor here yet, so the school had arranged to set something up. My
dad called the doctor and since he'd away be working, they arranged to have
the doctor come out to do the physical at our farm.

The day he was 'sposed to come by, I had been over at Mike's playin' soccer.
I just missed the only bus to get back to my house, so I had to run most of
the way back to my house to make it in time. Lucky for me, one of the
farmhands from the next farm saw me runnin' and stopped to give me a lift in
the flat of his truck for the last stretch.

I wanted to get back in time to take a shower an' clean up some before the
doctor got there, but by the time I got there, I only had a few minutes to
chug some juice and make a sandwich before I saw a truck pull up the long
drive.

I went to the porch and watched as the truck pulled up. It was old an'
dusty. As it got closer I got a better look at the driver. He looked too
young to me to be any kind of doctor. As he got out of the car I began to
wonder if it wasn't him, maybe someone who was lost. But, when he pulled out
the black leather bag, I figured it must be him.

He was tall, maybe 6'2. Broad shouldered and rugged lookin', more like one
of the farmhands than a doctor. He looked like he spent a lot of time
outdoors. He had dark hair and a handsome face, I guess, for a guy. As he
got closer he called out, "You Nicholas?"

"Yeah," I replied, "Nick."

"Right, Nick, sorry" he smiled as he approached me on the porch and stuck
out his hand to shake. He had big hands and his grip was strong and solid.

"I'm Dr. Mitchell. You were expecting me?"

"Yeah, sorry," I stammered, "I was late getting home today."

There was something about him that made me nervous. Maybe not nervous. On
edge. I felt a buzz that I couldn't quite explain.

Looking at him up close, I guessed him to be about 35. Is that old enough to
be a doctor, I wondered? He had an easiness about him that didn't seem like
most doctors I'd seen. He was good looking, that was for sure. He wore a
pair of khaki pants with work boots, and a kind of a cowboy shirt with the
sleeves rolled up, showing his strong hairy arms. I couldn't stop staring at
him for some reason. I wasn't sure why.

"You don't look like a doctor," I blurted, before I realized what I was
saying.

He laughed, "You know, you're not the first person to say that to me. Dr.
Hansen's got the corner on the market in this town, so I pick up what I can,
house calls he won't take, and when it's real slow, I still do some farm
work."

I blushed at having been so rude, but also at the way he made me feel when
he smiled at me. It was strange, like he knew me already.

"We gonna stand out on the porch all day, or you gonna invite me in?"

"Sorry," I said. "Come on in."

I led the way in to the kitchen. My lunch lay out on the table and he must
have noticed it.

"Why don't you go ahead and finish your lunch before we get started. A
growing boy needs to eat."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Absolutely," he said.

I tried to wolf down my sandwich while he asked me questions about where I
was from, when we'd moved here, things like that. It was more like talkin'
to a friend than to a doctor, and I started to feel more relaxed.

When I was done, he suggested we get started.

"Would you like to do this in here or in your room?" he asked.

"In my room, I guess," I said, and I told him to follow me.

I live up in the attic, which is cool 'cause it's the biggest room, but it
does tend to get a bit hot in the afternoon.

"Neat room," he said. "Why don't you have a seat on the bed?"

I sat on the bed an' he pulled the wooden chair from the desk up next to me.
He asked me all kinds of questions, an' I answered them as best I could. He
asked about medicines and had I had any operations and stuff like that. The
more we talked, the more I liked talking with him. He was real friendly and
I realized it'd been a while since I had someone I could talk to.

"So, why don't you go ahead and take off your shoes and socks and your shirt
and we'll get started on your exam," he said as he started fishing around in
his doctor's bag.

I undid my sneakers and kicked them off with my socks and then went to take
off my shirt, realizing that I had hoped to take a shower before seeing the
doctor. I hoped I didn't stink.

"You're filling out nicely," he said looking at me without my shirt. "You
play a lot of sports?"

"I guess," I said. "Soccer an' stuff."

"Good," he said. "It's important for kids your age to stay active."

I felt proud that he made those comments. I wasn't as scrawny as I used to
be. I certainly wasn't as well muscled as the doctor, though.

He took my blood pressure with that funny squeezy thing. He'd make comments
and notes in his chart as he went along.

"You got a girlfriend?" he asked.

I blushed.

"No..." I stammered. "Not here anyways," I lied.

"Ahhh," he said, with a knowing smile. "Back home. Must get lonely out here.
You're a good-looking kid. Bet you'll meet lots of girls when you start at
the school. You know, that's where I went to school, too."

I blushed harder. No one had ever told me I was good looking, 'cept my mom
of course.

Dr. Mitchell was using the stethoscope on my chest and back, and it tingled
wherever he touched me. I don't know why, but I got really embarrassed
sitting there just in my soccer shorts with the doctor's hands on me. I also
started to get that familiar sensation down below

"Shit!" I thought, "Not now."

He slid the chair around so he was in front of me. He reached up and felt
around my throat and then under my armpits. I was starting to sweat from the
heat of the attic and the panic of my situation below the belt.

"Getting' hot up here, Nick," Dr. Mitchell said. "Do you mind if I take off
my shirt?" he asked.

"No, not at all," I replied. In fact, weirdly, I was curious to see more of
his body.

He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a white v-neck undershirt. It fit him
tightly and I could see the strong muscles of his pecs under the thin
material and the tufts of dark hair coming out of the top of his shirt. His
biceps were big and strong and tan.

"That's a bit better," he said.

I swallowed hard and tried to reconcile why I felt this way looking at this
man. I was starting to bone up pretty good, and there was not much room to
hide.

"Why don't you lie back on the bed, I need to check your abdomen."

I lay back on the bed with my bare feet still touching the floor. He moved
around so he was sitting next to me on the bed. I was painfully aware of the
fact that I was now fully hard and no matter what I did or tried to think
of, it seemed it would not go down. I was lying back sure that Dr. Mitchell
could see my bone pointing up towards the waistband of my shorts, but if he
did, he didn't say anything.

He felt around my abdomen, pressing here and there, and I don't know if I
was imagining it, but as he moved his hands it felt like more of a caress.
As he got closer to the waistband of my shorts, my dick throbbed and I
prayed he didn't see it, or that the slick stuff that I knew was by now
oozing out of my slit was not visible through my shorts.

"O.K.," he said. "Now why don't you stand up?"

I sat up on the bed again, in a panic, and tried to think of any excuse not
to stand up. Surely, if he hadn't already he would see what I was hoping to
hide. The panic must have registered in my face because he gave a chuckle
and slapped me on the shoulder.

"Don't worry about that, Nick. It's perfectly natural. I'd expect it at your
age. Now come on, and hop up."

I cursed my self for not wearing underpants as I stood up. My bone tented
out my shorts in a comical way. My face felt so flushed, I was sure I was
bright red.

"Nothing to be ashamed of Nick," Dr. Mitchell laughed. "Now go ahead and
lower your shorts, I need to check your testicles"

I steeled myself against the shaking I felt coming over my body and did what
the doctor asked. Lowering my shorts, my dick popped out and swung up toward
the ceiling.

"Not bad," Dr. Mitchell said, looking at my boner. "You're pretty well
developed for your age."

I had noticed, at my old school, that I seemed to be developing faster than
the other boys from my comparisons in the locker room.

He sat back in the chair and gave me a once-over. I'm not sure if it was my
overexcited state, but his appraisal seemed to be more than just medical. In
any case it made me feel odd, and strangely really horny to be standing
there completely naked. But I didn't mind him looking at me. It made me feel
pretty cool that he thought I was developing well, especially from someone
who I thought looked so, well, developed. I hadn't ever been hard like this
in front of anybody, 'cept the animals in the barn, and it made me feel
really hot.

"Take a step closer to the chair," Dr. Mitchell said.

I took a small step closer to him, and my dick was almost level with his
eyes. He reached up and gave first one and then both nuts a feel. His hand
on me gave me a start and he used his other hand on the small of my back to
steady me.

"Just relax," he said softly, as he continued to feel around my nuts.

My hard dick was bobbin' inches from his face, and it started to drool anew
when his attention turned to my nuts.

"You seem to have a lot of pre-seminal fluid. Is that normal for you?" he
asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. Is that bad?"

"No, not at all. In fact that may help you later," he said. But I didn't
understand what he meant.

His attention to my balls wasn't helping my hard-on any. In fact, it was
makin' it worse. Was it bad to have a hard-on while a guy was feelin' you
up? It was just too exciting havin' someone touch me down there, I couldn't
do much to help it.

"You have pretty big testicle for your age, or for any age for that matter.
Do they give you any trouble?"
he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, semen is stored in your testicles, and sometimes, when you
get excited like this, and you don't ejaculate, it can be painful. Has this
ever happened to you?"

I didn't always understand the words he was using, but I got the general
idea.

"Yeah, I guess so, sometimes," I said.

"You shouldn't let yourself go around too long in that state, it's best to
masturbate until you ejaculate to relieve that pressure," he said.

"My dad told me you're not supposed to mess around too much down there. He
said you'll go blind."

"Are you kidding?" Dr. Mitchell laughed. "It's the most natural thing. I can
tell you, as a doctor, that that is not true. Masturbation is the most
natural thing to do. Especially at your age. Hell, I still do it and I'm not
blind. Listen, Nick, you don't have to discuss this with your father, if
you're not comfortable, but you should know that it's perfectly natural and
healthy to masturbate."

"Well that's a relief," I said. But I couldn't shake the image of Dr.
Mitchell jacking off. I wondered if he had a big one? Is that weird?

He gave me a slight pat on the butt and looked up at me and smiled. "No need
to worry, kid."

"Now, normally at this stage I need to take a urine sample, but it looks
like that might not be possible at this stage. How are you doing keeping
your foreskin clean? Any trouble there? Any tightness when you're erect?"

"Naw, not really."

"Do you mind if I give it a check?" Dr. Mitchell asked.

Hell, did I mind? I just hoped I wouldn't blow a load while he touched it.
It really was turning me on having the doctor handle me this way.

"No, doc, go ahead."

He placed one hand on my hip, and with the other he gently wrapped his
fingers around the base of my dick. I nearly fainted. He pulled the foreskin
all the way back, exposing the shiny knob of my dick and then slid it
forward completely. He did this again and a moan escaped my lips.

"Good," Dr. Mitchell said. "Everything looks good down there."

He slid my foreskin back and forth a few times, the last time giving it a
good squeeze at the end, forcing more goo to leak out.

"Does that feel good, Nick?" the doctor asked.

"Uh, yeah," I mumbled. I was still a bit embarrassed to be like this in
front of a stranger, especially a man. But somehow he made me feel natural
about it.

"You'll tell me if something doesn't feel right, Nick? Won't you?"

"Yeah, sure, doc."

"O.K., good, Nick." He smiled and I felt myself melt in this weird way.

"I'm going to need to check your prostate and collect a semen sample.
Sometimes it works best if we do these at the same time. I'll need you to
lie back on the bed and place your feet at shoulder width up on the bed."

I lay back on the bed and put my feet up on the edge of the bed so that my
ass was exposed. The doctor put a pillow under the small of my back so my
butt was raised up a bit higher. He guided my knees so that I was spread a
bit wider. My dick was still rock hard and oozing onto my belly, I had
started to ache for release.

The doctor reached into his bag and pulled out a tube of something.

"I'm going to examine your prostate by putting my finger in your anus. It
may feel a little sore at first, but if you try and relax it won't be so
bad."

The thought made me wince, but before I had too much time to think about it,
the doctor had put some cream on his finger and was rubbing it on my exposed
hole. It was an odd, but exciting feeling being so exposed to the doctor
like this. In fact his finger felt kind of good rubbing around down there.

"Alright, I'm going to put a bit more pressure on now, Nick," the doctor
said as he began to push his index finger into my tight hole.

"Argh, that hurts," I cried. The pain was searing as he slid his long thick
digit into my ass.

"Just relax, Nick. It'll make it better"

I tried to relax, and as I was concentrating on relaxing, I felt the doctor
wrap his hand around my cock again.

"Sometimes this helps a bit," he said looking down at me.

It sure as hell did! His hand on my boner took my mind right off the pain in
my ass. Dr. Mitchell stroked my leaky bone as his finger continued to
explore my ass, sliding in and out. Suddenly the pain diminished and his
finger actually started to feel kinda good down there.

My breathing started to pick up as his hands went to work on me. I felt him
insert another finger and his exploration continued even deeper. My hips
started to thrust involuntarily to meet his hands working on my dick and
ass. Suddenly he seemed to hit something inside of me and it felt like I was
being masturbated from the inside out.

"You feel that, Nick?"

"Holy..." I said. "Yeah I feel that."

"That's your prostate gland. It can feel really good to stimulate it
sexually. Does it feel good to you?"

"Oh man, it feels really good."

The doctor continued to work his fingers on my prostate and I began to grind
my ass back down on his fingers as he worked me over. Even though I began to
realize that this exam had turned a corner, Dr. Mitchell was still
pretending like this was a normal exam. I was happy to play along. I had
never felt so hot in my entire life, and I didn't care if he was a guy.

Dr. Mitchell took his hand off my aching cock for a moment and reached in
his bag to get something. He pulled out a plastic container about the size
of a baby food jar and handed it to me.

"You can use this to collect your sperm when you ejaculate, Nick" the doctor
said.

"O.K.," I said, as I took it from him. It wasn't going to be long, though, I
could tell you that. As the doctor resumed his work on my dick his work on
my ass became more intense. I looked up at him and watched him looking at
me. There was a warm look on his handsome face, sweat beading on his
forehead, as he gave me a slight smile.

He took his hand off my dick and felt around my balls some, squeezing them a
bit as he continued his work on my prostrate. It felt so hot to have this
big man manipulating my body in ways I had never imagined. It was as if he
knew exactly what to do, what would bring me the most intense pleasure.

I was getting really close now as his fingers were driving me mad, he
grabbed my cock and started to pump again. My hips were bucking faster and
my torso was slick with sweat. He squeezed my cock harder and I started to
feel my orgasm building in my toes.

"Ohhhh," I cried. " I think I'm gonna cum soon."

"Good, Nick. Don't forget to collect the sample."

"Fuck the sample," I thought.

"Awww, Jeeez. I'm real close, doc."

Dr. Mitchell kept up his work as I careened toward my climax. Faster he
pumped my cock, and faster I pushed my ass back onto his busy fingers.

"Aww, yeah. Gonna cum," I cried. It built in me like a volcano waiting to
explode. My whole body writhed on the bed as the doctor played me like a
finely tuned piano. My nuts pulled up tight and I knew I was about to blow.

"Fuck, doc, here it comes," I bellowed as the first shot flew out of my cock
and hit me in the chin. I moved the container closer to my dick as the
second jet shot out of my dick and I tried to catch it. I got the second and
third and tried to hold steady as the doctor continued to work me and my
orgasm racked my body. My ass muscles clamped around the doctors fingers as
he kept working in and out. I kept blowing load after load into the cup
until it started to spill out, and still my body shook with convulsions and
my cock spewed out more of my hot goo. I don't think I had ever had such an
intense, or long orgasm ever. My dick was still pumping out come and it
spilled from the cup all over my belly and the doctors hand.

Finally, I started to come down for my climax. My ass relaxed a bit on the
doctor's fingers and the flow of hot come began to subside. My breathing
returned to normal and I stopped pumping my hips.

"Very good, Nick. How did that feel?" the doctor asked.

"Terrific, doc," I gasped. "Was it supposed to?" I asked, suddenly guilty.

"Of course it was, Nick," the doctor said as he took the container from me
and put a lid on it. He got up to get a towel from the hook, and as he
walked back towards the bed wiping his hand. I could very clearly make out
the large form of his hard cock in his pants. It snaked down the pant leg to
where there was a wet spot where his dick head was. He did not make any
attempt to cover it up and I was strangely very anxious to see it. He
reached down to towel off the semen on my stomach that didn't make it into
the container.

"You did very well. Much better than most patients. Do you normally
ejaculate this much?"

"Sometimes, but this was a lot."

"And does your dick normally stay hard like this, even after you ejaculate?"

"Yeah," I said looking down, "I guess it does."

"Well it seems that you're a very healthy young man. That's very good." He
smiled down at me again and brushed a lock of hair off my sweaty brow.

I smiled at him, standing there. I had lifted up on my elbows and was
staring straight at his crotch. I really was curious now, to see what his
would look like. Would it be bigger than mine? It sure looked like it. I
wondered if it would be really hairy, or if he would have big balls like
mine. I was surprised that I still felt comfortable lying here, completely
naked in front of this man who I barely knew, who I had just done these
things with. But something made it OK. In fact, something made it really
exciting. It was like something inside me was opening up that I didn't even
know existed.

"The exam went very well, I thought, but I did notice that your prostate did
seem extremely sensitive. I think I'll need to do a more thorough exam. Will
that be alright, Nick?"

"Yeah, doc. Whatever you need to do," I replied.

"Good," he said. "Now why don't you turn over and place your feet on the
floor and lean over the bed?"

He positioned the chair behind me and sat down as I presented my ass for
him.

"Like this, doctor?" I asked. I was bent over the bed with my weight
supported on my elbows so that my torso was off the bed.

"Yes, Nick, that's very good."

The doctor applied some more cream to his fingers. Then, gently, he began to
rub it on my hole. A moan escaped my lips as he pushed one of his long thick
digits into my hole. He worked his finger in and out, applying pressure as
it ran over my prostate. Each time he hit it, my dick would throb against my
belly.

"Very good, Nick. How does that feel?"

"Uh, good, I guess," I said.

"You shouldn't feel shy about it feeling good. It's a very sensitive spot."

"Yeah," I replied, "it is pretty sensitive."

He introduced another finger and began exploring deeper up my ass. The more
pressure he applied the better it felt. I started to push back gently on his
fingers as he worked in and out of me.

"You're a very good patient, Nick," Dr. Mitchell said. "I appreciate you
being so cooperative."

I was onto his game, but I certainly didn't mind playing into it. I was
curious to know where it would go next. His fingers were doing a real number
on my ass, and I was trying to really enjoy the sensations, however weird,
of having this man explore my ass. I had never imagined doing anything with
a guy, or ever been attracted to one, but this dynamic was somehow
intoxicating. When he tried to introduce a third digit, I was a bit alarmed,
and then surprised at how easily I accommodated it. It created a sense of
fullness that was not entirely unpleasant and my cock replied with a quick
jerk.

"Nick, your prostate is, in fact, very sensitive, which is not a bad thing.
I do feel that I need to do a more thorough exam, but since we're not at the
doctor's office I don't have all my medical instruments here. I need
something a bit longer and thicker to examine you with."

"What should we do then?" I asked. I had a notion of where this was going
and my heart raced.

"Well, I suppose I could improvise if you'd like to finish the exam today so
that I can sign off for your soccer coach."

"I really want to be able to try out, doc. So, whatever you need to do is
cool by me."

"Alright, Nick, but you'll tell me if you need to stop, right?"

"Yeah, doc. Of course."

I was shaking in anticipation. I knew somehow, without knowing, what was
about to happen and it turned me on in a way I didn't even know was
possible.

"OK, Nick. Try and relax, this may hurt a bit at first."

I heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being undone. Zipper down, and the
soft shush of pants falling to the floor. I heard the tube of cream, and the
sound of it being applied, slippery and warm. I felt the doctor moving
closer and he placed a hand on my hip.

"Nick, I'm going to place this at your hole, and when you feel ready, you
can begin to push back and insert it. OK?"

"OK, doc," I breathed.

He came closer and I felt the hot, hard head of his cock part the cheek of
my ass and kiss my sensitive hole. He rubbed the rubbery head across my hole
a few times to introduce me to the size of it. It felt big, and thick, and
weirdly thrilling. He held steady at the entrance to my ass and leaned in a
bit. I felt the pressure of it, hot and thick, aching to get into me. It
felt so hot to have his hard dick pressed up against me. His desire was so
tangible, I could feel it all around me. And I wanted him. I wanted him
inside me. I wanted to feel what it would be like to have a part of this man
within me.

Slowly my ass opened to envelop the head of his cock and he slipped inside
of me.

"Ungh," I groaned

"Is that alright, Nick" Dr. Mitchell asked.

"Yeah," I moaned

I felt the head of his thick cock buried in my ass. Pulsing. It felt so big
and hard, stretching me and filling me with his masculinity. It had to be
bigger than mine.

"When you're ready, Nick, push back more and take a little more."

When I felt ready, I eased my ass back and took more of his thick shaft. An
inch or two.

"Good, Nick."

It felt amazing. Having him inside of me. I pushed back a little more and he
kept sliding in. I wondered how much more there was.

The doctor then pulled back a little and his dick almost left my ass. Then
he shoved forward just a bit. And back again. Teasing me with the very
beginning of his length.

"Feel that, Nick?"

"Yeah," I panted.

"That's your prostate. Yours is very sensitive, and I want to make sure it
is also very healthy."

He continued to slide his thick cock just in and out three inches until I
was about to scream. Every time his thick cock head passed across my
prostate, I would drool precum out of my aching cock and a shudder would
pass over my body. I ached to have him shove all the way in.

"Good, Nick. Very good."

Just then, when I could barely stand it, he shoved forward and sank more of
himself into me.

"Ahhhhh," I cried, as I felt a fullness I could never have imagined.

He pulled back, again, just so the thick head remained. And teased my
prostate again with sort thrusts, but I yearned for him to fill me again.

"How does that feel, Nick?" the doctor asked.

He tried to retain his professional demeanor, but I could tell, in his
breath, that he was becoming consumed.

"It feels good, doc, keep goin'.'"

"OK, Nick," the doctor said.

Again, he leaned into me and I felt more of his hot, thick, length slide
into my hole. He kept pushing, filling me with more of his hot dick. He'd
pull back a little, and then continue to shove a little more. With his hands
on my hips I felt his thighs touch the back of my legs and I groaned,
knowing I had nearly all of him inside me. Finally he pressed up hard and I
felt his pelvis press up against my ass.

"Very good, Nick," he panted. "Now, I'm going to slide it in and out to
measure your response to stimulation."

He was breathing hard now as he began to slide the whole length of his fat,
hard cock in and out of my ass. It was an incredible feeling, and my body
shook with pleasure. Each time he'd slide all the way in, I'd feel the heavy
slap of his nuts against my ass. It was so hot having this big, strong man
use me in this way. From time to time he'd pull all the way out and slowly
slide his fat head back in my ass, stretching my aching hole.

"Good, Nick, you're really responding well."

Sometimes he'd use short thrusts, just at the entrance of my ass, driving me
wild as he played my prostate.

"Feel that, Nick?" Dr. Mitchell asked. "You have a very developed and
sensitive prostate."

"Ungh," was all I could reply. My dick was so hard it ached as it reached up
towards my belly. I was dying to get off. His big dick inside of me made me
feel like I was getting masturbated from within.

He started again with long stokes, letting me feel the whole length of his
fat dick.

"Good, Nick. Really good," he panted. He was getting more consumed with each
thrust.

"You're doing...really...well," he sighed as he continued pumping into me.

"Yeah, doc, it feels so good. Keep goin'."

"Tell me...if you think you're gonna...come again, Nick."

It wasn't a matter of if so much as when. I was trying to hold off as long
as possible, to try and make this last as long as it could. But, his thrusts
were bringin' me closer to the edge. The room was getting hotter and there
was a thick smell of manhood that hung in the air.

He reached around and gave my nuts a squeeze, drivin' me even closer to the
brink. He played with my heavy nuts as he kept feedin' me all of his thick
cock.

"I'm gonna need...ungh...to give you a...injection, Nick. To help soothe
your prostate. Is that...OK, Nick?" the doctor asked, between grunts.

"Holy fuck! He's gonna come in my ass," I thought. Hell yeah! I wanted him
to shoot all the way up inside me. The thought of him blowin' his load up my
ass turned my knees to jelly.

"Sure, doc, if that's what you need to do," trying not to sound like I
wanted it as desperately as I did.

"OK, Nick. I'm gonna give it to you real soon," he panted.

He picked up the pace on his thrusts and really started to let me have it.
His long strokes were coming faster now and his big nuts were slapping hard
against my ass. He reached around an' started to give my slippery cock a few
strokes.

"Shit, doc, I'm getting' close again," I cried.

"Good, Nick, just relax and let it go."

"Awww, fuck, doc!" I said. With each thrust his now slippery hand would
slide up and down my cock, squeezing me in a way to heighten the pleasure.

"Your injection's coming real soon, Nick. Are you...ready?" he asked.

"Awww yeah, doc, give it to me."

A few more strokes of his deft hand and my nuts started to tighten up again.
I could feel the cum boiling up in my nuts. I started panting and groaning.
It felt like I was going to pass out with pleasure.

"Shit, doc, I'm cummin' again!"

He picked up the pace on my cock as he continued to thrust in with the whole
length of his fat cock.

"Fuck, doc, here it comes," I bellowed as my orgasm began to rack my body.
He held me tight with one hand as the other hand kept pumping my aching
cock. My ass clamped down hard on his thick meat as I started to shoot my
jizz all over the bed. My orgasm was intensified by having the hot doctor's
thick meat ramming up my ass. It was an incredible sensation, having him
fill me and stretch and pound me all the way to my orgasm.

"Ohhh, Nick," he cried. "Here comes your injection..." he trailed.

I could feel him swell up in me as he began to shoot jet after jet of hot
cum up my ass.

"Awww, yeah, Nick. Take it. Take it all. Good boy."

He continued to pump me as his orgasm overtook him. With each thrust, I
could feel more of his hot goo shoot up my ass. I was full with him and as
he continued to thrust I could feel some of it spill down my legs. My own
orgasm began to subside as the doctor continued to pump me dry. The doctor's
thrusts began to slow as he came down from his own intense orgasm.

"Nick, that was very good," he panted. "You are a very good patient. Now,
I'm going to remove this, so hold still."

With that, the doctor slowly pulled back his thick meat, which had been
buried deep up my ass. As he pulled away I felt a sense of loss and I wished
we would have stayed in me a bit longer. He pulled all the way out with a
soft pop. I could hear him wiping himself off with the towel and quickly
rearranging his clothes. I collapsed, face down on the bed in the middle of
my own puddles of goo. The doctor gently wiped my ass and legs, where his
cum had spilled.

"Nick, you did very well today," the doctor said. "Are you comfortable with
how the exam went?"

I rolled over onto my back and looked up at him. His face was flushed and he
looked even more handsome than before. Sweat was still running down his neck
and staining the pits of his shirt. I was looking up at him, naked, covered
in my own jizz, and still not all the way soft, but I still did not feel
embarrassed.

"Yeah, doc, I though it went real well," I said as I smiled up at him.

"Good, me too. You're a very healthy young man and I'm sure the coach will
be very glad to hear that you exam went well." He sat down next to me on the
bed and put his hand on my thigh. "You don't need to feel embarrassed about
what happened during our exam, but your father sounds a bit conservative, so
you may not want to tell him all the details of our exam. You understand,
Nick?"

"Sure thing, doc," I replied.

"Do you have any other questions for me, Nick, before we finish up?"

"Not really, doc. 'Cept what do you think I should do if I feel like I need
another injection?"

The doctor smiled and gave my thigh a squeeze with his big hands.

"I can arrange to make house calls for you anytime, Nick"