Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2004 17:58:27 -0400
From: Dennis <sonatina47@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dr. Lerner's Spa Part II

Intended for mature readers of gay erotica this fictional work explores
some of the means leading to sexual fulfillment in the mature male
regardless of orientation.


Dr. Lerner's Spa
Part 2

	Steve and I returned to our room and found a message on the TV
displayed against a screen showing the phallic candle we'd seen on the
dining room table. It instructed us to remove the butt plugs and get to
know each other as we saw fit.  Our first training session was scheduled
for 9:00 a.m.

	We stripped off the scrubs and stood facing each other.  "Um nice,"
Steve said eyeing me from head to toe.

	My throat was dry on seeing his swarthy body. A moment later our
arms were around each other. I tingled at the touch of his hairy chest
against my smoothness.  We kissed, gently at first, lips touching, our eyes
meeting as hands explored naked flesh of shoulders and back.  His kiss
became more insistent.  My lips parted as he pushed his tongue into my
mouth. I received it greedily while our cocks met in swollen fullness. His
hands cupped my buttocks, caressing them in ever widening circles that sent
shivers through my body.  Without breaking the bonding of our voracious
tongues I felt his hands probe my ass crack and grip the protruding base of
the butt plug.  He twisted it slowly, as if uncorking a bottle of wine. My
prostate twinged as he withdrew the plug.  I gasped as the tip was released
from its anal prison and my sphincter muscle snapped shut.

	"You can do mine," he whispered in my ear.

	As our lips met again I reached behind him and found my way past
his firm buttocks to the implanted butt plug. The wide end of the plug,
which was larger than mine, met resistance at his clamped anal ring.  He
spread his legs slightly and groaned: "Pull it."

	His sphincter fought to contain its prisoner until he forced it to
relax while I gave a mighty pull.  It was expelled like a missile. He
groaned in relief.  Then with a wicked grin he spun me around and said:
"Hey, Danny boy, it's time we got to bed.  My candle's dripping and needs
attention."

	His swollen knob was like a rose unfolding from its hooded covering
moist with droplets of precum.  I dropped to my knees and, holding his
hairy thighs, licked at the sweet nectar. As I lowered my mouth onto his
dick his musky fragrance drove me crazy.  Whatever inhibitions had held me
prisoner of my own doing were now subdued by the intoxicating male
pheronome. I lunged downward until my nose was buried in his pubic jungle.

	"Ooh, easy," he crooned pushing my head away. "This is too good to
do in a hurry. Let's get in bed."

	"Sorry," I said grinning with embarrassment as I followed him onto
the bed.  "Don't know what got into me.  You turned me on like a horny
teenager."

	"They say life begins at forty," he laughed.  "Guess that makes us
both teenagers. Now on your back, Danny boy," he continued. "I got some
exploring to do."

	Flipping me on my back he straddled my legs and held my arms
against the bed. I must admit to liking his taking control like that. I
looked up at his torso, pausing at the pink nipple peeking through a hairy
jungle, and saw a face that was not only rugged but revealed a tenderness I
hadn't recognized before…as if something he'd kept hidden was now reaching
the first light of day.  He released my arms and began tracing his fingers
over my abdomen and midsection.  Although his finger tips were calloused
from hard work his touch was like the finest grit sandpaper as he polished
my nipples, which previously I'd never considered what Dr. Lerner would
classify as erogenous zones.  He placed a finger in his mouth, wet it, then
rubbed each nip in turn. I closed my eyes and inhaled the deliciousness of
the moment, not wanting it to ever stop. Incredibly I reached yet another
height of ecstasy when he sucked at them like a honeybee, his tongue
unleashing goose bumps of delight.

	I pulled his head away as my heart pounded in my chest.  Every
nerve in my body was alive with sensation I didn't believe possible. When I
opened my eyes again his face was before me…the blueness of his eyes, the
rusty stubble, and the smile that told me more than any words could.  In a
second we were united in a kiss that rebuilt the urgency of our foreplay.
It was so intense that we had to pause to catch our breath, enjoying the
interruption before continuing.

     There was one trick I found, quite by accident, that seemed to drive
him into the same frenzy that I'd experienced earlier.  After another round
of kissing I licked his cheek, nibbling my way through his beard stubble
until I reached an ear lobe. With a puff of breath I tongue fucked his ear.
He shivered and squirmed, groaning in ecstasy as I probed a newfound g
spot. When he could take it no longer he broke away and sat up, his face
and chest drenched in sweat . "God, that was good," he said catching his
breath. "Where'd you learn to do that?"




 
.

		"Just doing what comes naturally," I said with a grin.

	He then got off me, went to the foot of the bed and spread my legs
apart.  As if attempting to find my own yet-to-be-discovered g spot he
began with my feet…flicking the soles ever so lightly with his tongue
before sucking the big toes in turn and slowly working his way upward until
reaching my ball sack.  As he did so his chest hair brushed against my legs
sending shivers of delight through my body.  He tongued his way further,
pausing only to suck each ball into his mouth before reaching my cock
shaft. Grabbing my balls in one hand he held my cock at a right angle to my
body with the other, then flicked his tongue around the head. "Ah," he said
as a drop of precum appeared in the opening. "I got to taste that."

	I could do no more than sigh as I watched my cock sink into his
mouth. With his hands gripping my shaft and balls I felt entirely in his
control again and hoped to reward him with the semen I felt churning in my
balls. As I arched my hips to his sucking I felt his cock grinding between
my clenched legs.  I wanted it so very much.  Pushing his head from my
penis I maneuvered around so that we were in a classic 69 position.  He
took the hint and stretched out along side of me.  I was again overwhelmed
by his musky scent as I tongued into his foreskin and tasted its nectar. He
pulled my buttocks so that my entire dick was embedded in his
mouth. Sliding his foreskin back I flicked my tongue over his frenulum,
causing him to fuck my mouth with increasing intensity.  I think we both
felt the moment of impending orgasm as our balls tightened.  All at once
his semen exploded at the back of my mouth, but not so far back as to be
beyond the taste buds.  It had a nutty, almost yeasty, flavor. I gulped
down several spurts before easing back to savor the last trickle that oozed
from his slit.

	He looked up at me with a glob of semen dribbling from his lips.
"Come here," he said turning me around for a kiss.  For the first time I
sampled my own cum, still fresh on his tongue, while the flavor of his cum
lingered in my mouth. We stretched out and stared at the mirrored ceiling,
my arm reaching over to his chest and his leg draped over mine.  The light
was dim and the image a convolution of shadows as in an impressionist
painting.  Neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke.  No need to.  Our
communication…or should I say our'bonding'…spoke more than words.  We fell
asleep that way.

	The TV screen flashed a wakeup call at 7:30 a.m. announcing the
day's activities.  We were both sporting morning hardons as we stretched
languidly after one of the best night's sleep ever.  I ran my fingers over
his hairy forearm and reached for his hand. Without saying a word he
grasped it.  The ceiling mirror showed an image of two contented guys with
full erections.

	"I'd like to take a pic of that," Steve said before sitting up and
stretching his arms overhead.

	"Me too," I replied reaching between his legs to grab his cock.

	"You some kind of sex maniac?" he said with a grin.

	"All your fault," I admitted without any embarrassment.  "Last
night was great.  I'm ready for a repeat performance."

	"You horny bastard," he said tosseling my hair. "Let's take a pee
and hit the shower.  And don't drop the soap!"

	After showering we donned fresh scrubs and joined the others for
breakfast.  The atmosphere was one of comaraderie that seemed to have
developed overnight.  There was the laughter and playful bantering one
might expect among members of a sports team…which in a sense we were.  I
could almost imagine us wearing T shirts inscribed: "Indoor Sports
Champion." Dr. Lerner greeted us but didn't stay, explaining that he was
going to meet the plane of our last member and that Jose would conduct our
first training session.




	"Okay guys," Jose announced as Manual began clearing the table.
 
"I'll give you an hour to digest your breakfast and take a crap…and don't
forget to finish with a douch and the next larger size plug.  We'll meet in
the training room at ten o'clock for the first stretching session."

	It seemed to me that Jose was acting more like a drill sergeant
than as the accommodating assistant who greeted us on our arrival.  But
this, as I was to learn, was part of the training, and like recruits in the
army we were not to question our mentor.  Feeling like a young boy about to
experience his first ejaculation, I was determined to follow orders and
endure whatever hazards lie ahead in the "training" routines that Steve had
been so evasive about.

	Back in the room I found the bidet and its douching nozzle less
menacing than the day before. In fact I'll admit to taking pleasure in
easing down on the phallic shaped nozzle.  As its cleansing solution
swirled through my rectum I thought about Steve cumming in my ass.  I
dutifully took a larger butt plug from the drawer, lubed it and inserted it
without too much difficulty.  The feeling was nice, as if it belonged
there.

	While Steve was finishing in the bathroom there was a knock at the
door.  Manuel entered. Wearing only a white thong that barely contained his
package, he handed me a small plastic bag and said: "Wear these to the
training session.  Nothing else."  With that he turned and left.  I noticed
that he had several other bags and was no doubt on his was to deliver them.

	"Who was that?" Steve asked coming from the bathroom buck naked.

	"Manuel," I said opening the bag.  Inside were two thongs - one
green, the other blue. " He said we're to wear these to the training
session….and nothing else."

	"Hot damn!" he exclaimed.  "Now we get a chance to see some eye
candy. Bet some of the guys got more to show than that Jose stud."

	"Can't wait to find out," I grinned as I slipped into the thong.
	
	He let out a whistle as he gave me the once over.  "Jeez you look
sexy!"

	I don't remember anyone ever having whistled at my body but reveled
at the compliment.

	He pulled the blue thong over his legs and adjusted his balls,
making room for his penis to fold downward and under, creating a bulge the
size of a grapefruit.  Since Manuel said to wear nothing else we went
barefoot and thusly attired down the hall, joined along the way by the
three other recruits.
 
	John, the oldest was from Florida and in fairly decent shape for a
man of seventy-something. He still had a head of very white hair and a pelt
of the same on his chest and abdomen. Very pink nipples peeked through the
shrubbery like brake lights in a fog, contrasting with his well tanned
body.  From the outline of his glans in the thong I assumed he was uncut.

	Tom, who hailed from California, was tall and thin. I'd estimate
his age as mid-forties. Although balding his brown/gray hair was buzz cut
and he sported a two-day beard stubble that enhanced his masculinity.
Except for a thin line of darker hair that seemed to point arrow-like to
his thong his body was smooth.

	Ric, the guy from Venezuela, mentioned earlier, can best be
described as a Latin hunk (and well aware of his good looks it seemed.)
His muscles were well defined although without the exaggeration of a gym
rat, but his sexiest features were his eyes, the beautiful hourglass
pattern of black hair on his chest, and his bubble buns.  I suspected he
was a model, actor or gigolo….maybe all of the above.

	The five of us parading through the courtyard in our bulging thongs
would have made an incredible sight even at a nudist camp.  Being in
uniform, however, - if you could call it that - gave what I think we all
felt was a spirit of teamsmenship.  .  Only Ric and Steve wore the blue
thongs for which we all aspired. A circular swimming pool, which included a
splashing fountain, was rimmed with lounge chairs.  A palm shaded bar was
set up behind it near a low roofed windowless building with Dr. Lerner's
nameplate on the door.  Jose was sitting on a bar stool smoking a cigarette
as we approached. He wore a white thong identical to Manuel's and sat with
legs spread apart…no doubt to capture our attention.

	"Buenos dias, gentlemen," he said as he snuffed out the
cigarette. "Come inside and I'll explain this morning's procedure."

	A wave of cool air greeted us as we entered. There were five
massage tables with cock holes arranged in a semi-circle around a desk on
which was a box of latex gloves and what appeared to be surgical
instruments.  A projection TV screen was at the far end of the room.

	"Take seats on the tables," he continued.  "You'll view a training
film about sounds and catheters, but today's procedure will only be about
sounds.  Now don't worry," he said grinning as he picked up a polished
metal instrument the size and length of a pencil.  "You're gonna stretch
your pee hole by inserting one of these sounds."

	Tom, the California guy, raised his hand schoolboylike and asked:
"Won't that hurt?"

	"First time maybe," Jose replied. "But you know the rule…no pain,
no gain."

	Steve volunteered to put him at ease, saying: "I was scared
shitless the first time too.  The first inch is the hardest.  After that
your dick will gobble it up and beg for more."

	"Something like that," Jose added .

	John, the silver fox, broke in: "May I ask the purpose of this?
I've been around longer than most of you guys and thought dick stuffing was
some kind of sick fetish."

	"Like all things, it can be done to excess," Jose explained.  "But
that's not our purpose. "You all know how good it feels when you masturbate
,have someone suck your cock or stick it up an ass.  It's stimulated from
the outside. It's also possible to stim it from the inside. It takes
practice, which is why we're here.  Anyone who's afraid to try can be
excused. We won't hold it against you."

	John lowered his head, hesitated for a moment , and then looked up
and said: "OK.  I'm with you."


	Jose dimmed the lights and started the video.  Dr. Lerner appeared
on the screen and gave some background information along with slides
showing the various procedures.  He explained that in the days before
antibiotics physicians used sounds (dutifully named after their inventors,
Drs. Hegel and VanBuren) to clean out urethral and bladder infections
caused by venereal diseases.  It was also found that the insertion of a
sound into the healthy urethra caused intensely erotic sensations. A
similar effect can be achieved with a catheter inserted all the way into
the bladder. This, he warned, could be dangerous if not done under sterile
conditions.  " The ignorant often abuse the procedure by inserting foreign
objects such as a toothbrush handle, pen or rubber fishing lures - all of
which might prove toxic."  He concluded with the assurance that the
training we were about to undergo was safe and that any initial discomfort
would soon be rewarded with enhanced stimulation.

	After the lights went back on Jose instructed us to remove our
thongs and lie back on the massage tables.  He then went to each of us and
inspected our pee slits.  When he came to Tom he flicked his thumb over the
tiny opening and said: "I can understand your concern. You got a pretty
long dick but a very small slit.  No problem.  I'll start with something
different…but later."

	After finishing the exams he went to the table and put on a pair of
latex gloves .  .  He then took a large hypodermic needle fitted with a
plastic tip the diameter of a pencil and filled it with lube from what
looked like a toothpaste tube. He began with John, our most senior member,
holding his penis just behind the glans with one hand as he inserted the
syringe tip into the slit with the other. As he pushed on the plunger John
moaned in contentment as the lube filled his urethra. "Ooh, that feels
nice," he said.

	Jose withdrew the syringe and told him to squeeze just below the
glans head to keep the lube from backflowing.  He then repeated the
procedure on the rest of us.  Our lube filled urethras bulged from the
pressure as all five cocks began to harden. "I'll start with you
experienced guys first," he said to Steve and Ric as he handed them
stainless steel sounds about nine inches long and slightly thicker than a
pencil. He instructed them to insert the sound no more than an inch to
stretch the constricting muscle guarding the entrance. Then, holding their
cocks perpendicular to their bodies they were to allow the sound to sink
into the urethra by its own gravity.  I watched as Steve's sound slowly
disappeared into his penis until only two inches protruded from the head.

	"Ooh yeah, " he moaned. "Feels good."

	"Sure does," Ric agreed as his sound was swallowed in like manner.

	The rest of us watched in fascination, no doubt impressed by the
fact that they seemed to be enjoying the procedure. Jose then explained
that their sounds had reached the curve just behind the balls where the
urethra curves into the prostate.  "How does it feel?" he asked.

	"Like a blowjob from inside," Ric crooned while rocking his cock
from side to side.

	"Good technique," Jose said.  "You can also fuck the sound up and
down."

	Ric did this so we could see the path of the sound moving along the
tubelike bulge on the underside of his cock. In the meantime Steve was
lightly holding his cock with his fingers just below the head and riding
his shaft up and down over the sound.

	"Argh, can't hold it any longer!" Ric gasped as semen spilled past
the sound still embedded in his pee slit. He then withdrew the sound as
several more squirts followed.

	Steve continued to edge until he grasped his cock at the base with
one hand and pulled out the sound with the other.  We watched in
expectation as the veins of his shaft seemed to throb.  Within seconds the
pee slit erupted globs of creamy white cum like the table candle from last
night.

	"Muy bien, gentlemen," Jose said. "Now you other guys ready?"

	I nodded and propped myself up on my elbows as he approached me
with a metal sound thinner than the one Steve had taken.  Even so it
appeared too large to fit into my slit.  "Just relax," Jose said as he
twirled the tip with a slight push.  "Now I want you to do the inserting.
Remember the first inch is the most difficult.  After that it will slide in
easily."

	He exaggerated.  I only went in maybe 1/4 inch before it met
resistance even with all the lube.  I rotated it and pushed a little
more. My urethra felt like it was being raped, which it actually was.  But
I was determined to go on.  I held my breath while exerting more pressure.
In spite of the pain the restricting muscle relaxed and the sound slipped
in a full inch.  I could see it bulging in the shaft as it descended toward
the base.

	"That's it," Jose encouraged.  "Now put your fingers under your
balls so you can feel it when it reaches the curve and hold it there.  I
don't want you to cum like Steve and Ric did.  Lay back and hold the sound
in place.  It will try to slip out by itself but you must keep it there.
The purpose is to stretch the urethra.  The next time will be easier and
pretty soon you'll be ready for a size larger."

	While my cock head stung from the initial insertion the area below
my balls was undergoing a sensation I'd never experienced…a combined urge
to piss and cum at the same time.  I held the tip of the sound in place as
Jose instructed and knew if I touched my cock it would explode.

	After finished the same procedure on John he went to the table and
returned with a thin rubber tube the diameter of a sipping straw opened at
one end.  He approached Tom, who by then seemed embarrassed to be treated
differently than the rest of us, and explained what he was about to do.

	"This is like a catheter used in hospitals," he said, "but it's not
going into your bladder."  He then inserted the closed end into his pee
slit.  Tom winced as it met resistance.  "Now you do the rest," Jose told
him. "One more push and you're home free." I could see sweat dripping from
his forehead as he gamely pushed the tube beyond the inch mark. Some of the
lube started to oozed from his slit, but from the growing erection it was
obvious that the procedure was far from painful. "Jeez I can feel it down
to my balls," he said."

	"Hold it there," Jose instructed while attaching a squeeze bulb to
the open end of the tube. "I'm going to inflate it with air to expand your
urethra.  You'll feel some pressure and think you have to pee."

	"Ooh yeah," Tom moaned. "Feels good."

	Jose then clamped off the open end ,removed the bulb and told him
to remain that way for a half hour.  While Tom, John and I finished our
stretching routines on the tables Steve and Ric joined Jose in jelquing
exercise.

	This is a traditional exercise performed by adolescent boys in
middle eastern countries that supposedly lengthens the penis, thereby
making them more desirable as husbands.  Of course with or without jelquing
an adolescent's penis is going to grow along with the rest of his body
until reaching manhood. Jose, however, insisted that jelking along with
pumping could actually increase penis size regardless of age.  The
technique consists of lubing the penis to a semi-hardon state, but not to
full erection, then making an "O" shape with the thumb and forefinger of
each hand. The shaft is firmly grasped by the "O" of one hand and pushed to
the head, quickly followed by the "O" of the other hand in a continuous
stroking of 300 reps.  This forces blood into the head, which after 300
strokes (jelques) should become deep purple.  I doubt that Steve needed
this exercise and from last night's encounter can attest that his cock is
of sufficient size by anyone's standard.  After about 200 reps Jose and Ric
decided to complete their routine by jelking each other.  They finished
with a mutual jack off , shooting their loads simultaneously.