Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2004 00:42:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <unclegreg_1999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Anal Stretch by Uncle Greg (Gay male) (Beginnings) (Anal Medical)

(Usual disclaimers apply. There is a minor
surgical procedure called an 'anal stretch' but,
no, medical students don't do it for free. None
of the men that I know, anyway. A 'Registrar' is
a final year medical student, OK? Some M/m action
here so if its illegal in your country or you are
under age, please leave now).

"I'm just going to check your back passage".

The elderly surgeon's voice seemed to echo from
between the cheeks of my buttocks. I gulped as
his finger forced open my sphincter and went
where no man had been before. His Registrar was a
hunky young guy named Osbourne. He gripped my
shoulders and whispered reasuringly to me.

"Won't take long".

He was so close I could smell his aftershave.
Then the surgeon hit my prostate and sent waves
of pleaaure that caused my dick to go rock hard.

"I'm just going to pass an instrument into your
rectum", the surgeon said.

The warm finger was replaced by cold steel.
Osbourne held me even tighter and i felt
pre-spunk ooze out of my erection.

The instrument was withdrawn and the surgeon told
me to get dressed. When I stood up Osborne could
not have failed to have noticed my aroused state
but affected not to have seen it. I pulled my
underpants and trousers back up. Osbourne
shepherded me to the desk where the surgeon was
waiting.

"There is no sign of disease in the rectum. Not
that I would have expected to have found any in a
healthy 19 year old, but then one never knows".
He cleared his throat. "However, your sphincter
muscle is abnormally tight. This can lead to
problems but can be fixed simply with a procedure
we call an 'anal stretch'".

He saw the look on my face and softened the blow.

"It's done under a general anaesthetic". He
tapped his fingers. "The government is cutting
back on elective surgery and this is one
procedure which is no longer funded by the
state".

Well, it was 1960, after all, and hospital
resources were stretched to the limit.

"I could do the operation next week at a private
hospital".

He smiled at me wolfishly.

"How .. how much would it cost?" I asked.

"About $2,000. Do you have health insurance?"

"No, I don't. And I can't lay my hands on that
kind of money, either". I was an arts student,
first year at uni and poor.

The surgeon slammed my file shut.

"We can probably control things by keeping your
stools soft. Dr Osbourne will write you out a
prescription".

The surgeon swept out of the room, probably
hoping his next patient was much better off. Dr
Osbourne was left-handed and diligently wrote out
a preseription.

"Lavalax, 10 mg at night. Shake the bottle", he
said handing me the sheet of paper. Again he was
close enough for me to smell that aftershave.

"Look here Dale", the young doctor said, "Do you
have any religious or moral objections to .. um
.. sodomy".

I blushed as red as my hair. "Sodomy?", I
squeaked, stupidly. I knew what the word meant.

"Yes, an erect penis penetrating another male's
rectum". He sounded like he was quoting from a
text book. "Passive homosexuals do not suffer
from a tight sphincter, I can assure you of
that".

"But ... "

"Think about it". He scribbled a telephone number
on a card and I took it from him. "I'd like to
help you out with some unorthodox therapy". He
stood up and flashed me a knowing smile. Osbourne
was a handsome toff.

I made my way from Out Patients on to the street.
 The throng of people on the pavement meant I had
to hurry to get to my next lecture on time.

That card with the telephone number written on it
in Osbourne's untidy hand, burned a hole in my
pocket for days. I picked up the Lavalax from the
pharmacy. It tasted foul and made me fart all
night.

The medication helped me come to a decision about
the registrar's offer. I knew I was queer but had
never had sex with anyone before. It was illegal
and the scene was very much underground in those
days. So, I rang Osbourne from the telephone
kiosk at my commercial lodgings.

The number turned out to be that of the hospital.
I asked the receptionist if I could please speak
to Dr Osbourne. There was a lengthy delay while
she rang around, trying to find him.

"Osbourne". His voice in the earpiece almost made
me jump.

"Um yes, it's Dale", I stammered. "Can I have
some of your unorthodox therapy?"

"Sure! Saturday night OK? Say, around seven?"

"Yes".

"Good man. Meet me beside Reception in the
hospital foyer. Must dash - I've got a hernia
that needs unstrangling". He rang off.

On Saturday I swapped places on the bath roster.
Back then we only had a bath once a week. I sat
in the big tub scrubbing my pink flesh, paying
particular attention to the inside of my bum
crack.

While I was drying myself afterwards, I caught
sight of myself in the mirror. I was a weedy
little guy, the runt of the litter. I looked far
younger than my 19 years. I sighed and got
dressed.

At 7.00pm I stood in the Reception area of the
busy hospital. There were people everywhere. I
smelt his aftershave before I saw Osbourne.

"Come with me over to the Single Men's Quarters".

We trudged for miles along corridors. Then I
heard a radio playing a hit tune of the day and
we were in the staff area. The registrar
shepherded me into his room and closed the door.
There was a bed, a chair and a desk. Books
everywhere. I didn't see that at first because my
eyes went straight to the three men who were
lounging in the small room.

"These are, um, colleagues. No names", Osbourne
said. "You understand we need to be discreet
about this".

The men looked like they'd spent the afternoon
playing rugby and had then eaten half a sheep
each for dinner. They were big and tough. I took
a step back.

"I've got an idea", one hunk said. "Let's show
the boy our wedding tackle and let him decide
which one he wants to do him".

There was a murmur of agreement, then a general
downing of trousers and underpants. I stared at
their slack penises.

"Better get the old fella hard for him", one
masculine registrar said. He spat on his hand and
then started pulling on his dick. The others
followed suit. Soon I was confronted by three,
fine upstanding cocks. I turned to Osbourne who
had kept his trousers up.

"Which one do you want?"

One cock was massive, another large. The third
was smaller but as rigid as a poker. I pointed at
him.

"Good choice", Osbourne said.

The other men got dressed an then looked at me
expectantly. Suddenly, I decided to chicken out
and made a run for the door.

"We've got ourselves a bolter!" one big guy
yelled. I felt myself being tackled.

"Get his pants off".

My trousers got pulled down and my underpants
quickly followed. Osbourne cleared his desk and I
was placed chest down on that.

"Spread him", the man I had chosen ordered.
Willing hands gripped both of my legs and pulled
them apart. Osbourne grabbed my shoulders.

"It's for your own good", he said.

Then I felt a greasy nob push against my virgin
backdoor. With one lunge he breached my
sphincter. He kept pushing until his nuts slammed
against my bum-cheeks.

I felt hot tears sting my eyes.

"Strewth! He is tight. This boy's behind needs a
really good seeing-to".

The young registrar's penis seemed to swell
inside me. The stinging hurt of my
sorely-stretched sphincter eased a little. Then
Osbourne's telephone rang. He answered it and
then spoke urgently to the man who was inside me.

"Cardiac arrest on your ward".

"Shit! Give me a count-down, guys!"

They shouted in unison. "TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN!
SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!"

With each new number he thrust into me hard and
fast. When the gang shouted 'ONE!' I felt his big
member explode, filling my insides with hot
spunk. Quickly he pulled out of me, and was still
getting dressed as he rushed out the door. The
men holding me did not relax their grip.

"Me next", the man holding my right leg, yelled.
Osbourne reached down with his big paw and
grabbed that leg, spreading me wide open while
his other hand held me by the head.

This time a mushroom-headed thick cock slammed
into my hot, tight juicy shitter. This man had no
reason to hurry but did so anyway. In time at all
he groaned and I felt his seed spurt inside me.

Like a team, they changed positions until the
third man's big cock was bloating my shute.

"A bit soggy back here", he commented.

Then he slammed his fleshy monster home, working
it like a piston inside my bum-hole. I was now
quite enjoying the alien sensations. There was
something comforting about being held by big men
while a third enthusiastically performed
Osbourne's unorthodox therapy. I did not feel the
least bit coerced and was glad the men hadn't let
me run out on them. The registrar who was in me
grunted and then I felt his balls-juice fill my
carnal canal.

After that, the men released their hold and
Osbourne complimented them on opening me up so
well. They sat on the bed drinking ale.

"Thirsty work, this buggering", one hunk said and
guzzled his beer.

I lay on top of the desk like a small beached
whale.

"He's got a lovely little bum on him", another
hunk observed. "Reminds me of Wellesley who
fagged for me at school. I had to beat him at
least one a week". He smiled. "I think the little
beast enjoyed it'.

Not for the first time I was glad my parents had
not been able to afford to send me to boarding
school.

Osborne came over to me.

"You ok?"

"Think so", I replied. "Can I use your toilet?"

"Sure".

He found me a white coat and smuggled me across
to the ablution block. He waited until I was
finished and then took me back again. The room
was empty.

"It's Saturday night. They've all got hot dates".
Osbourne explained.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Me? Nah, I'm a regular wallflower". He handed me
an ale. I sipped it slowly.

"Did you enjoy what the guys were doing?" he
asked.

"Well, once I got used to it, I guess. It was all
a bit rushed. Kind of lusty. I'm glad you held
onto me otherwise I'd have never gone through
with it".

"Working in theatre means we can get a bit
insensitive. Of course in there the patient is
out to it".

"I'm glad I wasn't".

We sipped our ale in companionable silence.

"Have you ever seen an anus?" Osbourne asked me.

I stared at him.

"Well, no. I mean it's not a part of the human
anatomy that's ever on display, is it?"

"I'll show you one".

The registrar took off his trousers and
underpants and bent over right in front of my
face. As his sweet cheeks parted the musk of man
scent reached my nostrils. I examined his hairy
crack with it's prominent pinkish-brown anus.

"It's got lips", I marvelled.

"They're called 'cushions'", he explained. "You
can touch them if you want".

Reverently, I ran the tip of my finger over his
arse-hole. When I stopped I swear his brown-eye
'winked' at me.

"The cushions spasm sometimes", Osbourne
confirmed.

I ran the palms of my hands over his taut
muscular buttocks.

"You've got the most beautiful bum I have ever
seen".

"Thanks!" he replied. "You don't do so bad
yourself in that department".

"Can I see your co-c.. um, wedding tackle?"

"Sure".

He turned around until his slack penis was right
in front of my face. The thing was huge.

"How .. how big is it?" I asked, wonderingly.

"Nearly 13 inches when erect. It's thick as
well".

"Wow! Mine is less than half the size of yours".

"They called me Elephant Dick at school. It's
useless", Osborne said, miserably.

"What do you mean 'useless' ?

"Well what girl is going to let me put this big
thing inside her cunny? One glimpse of this and
she'd run a mile. One girl already has".

He smacked his giant schlong with the flat of his
hand and it swung backwards and forwards in front
of my face, mesmerisingly.

"I wish you'd put it inside me", I said
impulsively.

"And split you right open? No, that's why I got
my colleagues to take your cherry".

"Isn't their some other position?" I asked. "What
if I sat on it?"

"That would be the safest", he agreed. "But look
at the size of the thing".

He stroked his penis until it swung up like some
obscene harbour crane. The thing really was
enormous.

"I want to try", I said, stubbornly, and then
harped on at him until he gave in.

Osbourne coated the head and massive shaft with
petroleum jelly and then sat back on his bed. I
squatted over the giant phallus until the head
was pressing against my hole. Thanks to the
untiring efforts of the other registrars, my anus
was now slack and with a bit of effort I was able
to take the mushroomed-shaped head inside me. His
hands supported my bum cheeks as I slowly lowered
myself down. Inch by inch Osbourne's column
filled my rectum. I don't know how long it took
but after an age I had most of him up my bum.

"Good boy!" he breathed. "Let me flip you over".

With that he arranged me doggy-style on the bed
while he stood on the floor. His warm flesh
stretched the walls of my rectum but, with the
change in position, Osbourne was able to push on
until I felt his pubic hair against my bum
cheeks.

"You are so hot and tight", he marvelled and then
gently lifted my left leg until it was resting on
the desk. This manouver spread me right open
again. Slowly Osbourne began to fuck me. I lost
all track of time. All I was aware of was the
registrar's mammoth organ thrusting inside my
hot, slick chute.

For the first time in my young life I felt
valued. I was doing something for another human
being which was giving him intense pleasure. I
felt Osbourne's warm hand wrap around my
shrivelled up little diddle. He squeezed it and
gave it a tug. But my body was still concerned
about what was up my arse and refused to
cooperate. He moved his hand until it was gently
caressing my body. I could feel his hot breath
fan the hairs on the back of my neck. I had never
before felt so wanted.

Again, Osbourne's hand grasped my limp dick. He
pulled the foreskin back and tried to bring the
thing to life but without success.

"It's ok", I reassured him.

All the time, his own penis was giving me the
fuck of my young life. It was actually quite
peaceful kneeling there allowing Osbourne to have
his way inside my fundament. He picked up the
pace. It was hot in the small room and I felt his
sweat drip on to my back.

I cannot say that a fucking from Osbourne was
erotic or sensual, at least not yet. My limp cock
was testimony to that. His massive pile-driver
kept thrusting deep inside my shitter. Yet, I was
thrilled to provide this service for my big
friend. I was now starting to tire but the
registrar seemed to have the stamina of a prize
bull.

Suddenly, he began slapping my buttocks with his
hand. His rigid member continued to probe my
insides, without missing a beat.

The slaps, combined with the pummeling, had the
effect of at last giving me an erection. Osborne
reached under and felt it. He grunted his
approval.

His big hands could have lit a fire in my
backside but the slaps were light. Somehow, they
had the effect of turning pain into pleasure. My
prostate found itself and decided to join in. My
arse and cock swelled with a glorious sensual
feeling, a carnal smorgasbord of delight which
left my senses reeling.

"I'm gonna blow", the big man said, breathlessly.
He reached down and palmed my hard-on. We grunted
together as our balls churned and I nearly
fainted from the exquisite feeling of release.
His fat torpedo fired load after load of spunk,
coating the walls of my gut.

Osbourne collapsed on top of me. When he had
recovered he pulled out of me with a plop. He
cleaned us both up.

"Did I do you too hard?" he asked, anxiously.

"No, it was wonderful".

He looked at me with his big eyes shining.

"Dale, I can't begin to thank you".

The big man reached out and tousled my hair.

"One thing's for sure, the last thing you need
now is for any money-grubbing surgeon to give you
an 'anal stretch'.

"Well, how about you giving me another one? Say
next Saturday?", I offered.

He hugged me tight and I was in heaven.

The End. This fantasy came to you from Uncle Greg
who thought it up all by himself. So there!
Unclegreg_1999@yahoo.com






































































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