Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2016 11:36:02 -0500
From: jon white <jonwhite808@yahoo.com>
Subject: Urology Nurse II

			     UROLOGY NURSE II

 We went to a nice little Italian restaurant that I knew well and Papa
bought us each a glass of wine, red of course, on the house. We ordered and
Jon had an interesting story to tell. "I was aware of my interest in boys
as early as I can remember but when I hit puberty the feelings got
stronger. Disturbing. I didn't like what I was feeling and didn't exactly
understand it. I majored in psychology in college and learned more, being
convinced I was gay, but understanding it didn't make it easier to
handle. Then to divinity school hoping I could find solace in religion. I
got some guilt relief by helping others but if anything my penis took
control of my brain and my third encounter took me to your office.

 During dinner we talked about his situation and my answer was that his
gayness was not a curse. I was gay, discreet, and enjoying life, but
picking up a stranger in a bar was no solution. Safety is as important as
discretion. The dinner was excellent, the wine flowed, and I invited him
back to my apartment to continue the discussion. On questioning, his
encounters were all as a recipient of oral sex. A little prying on my part
elicited the fact that he really had been consumed by the desire to be the
sucker rather than the suckee. I told him I thought he had luckily found
just the right man for the job.

   We finished dinner and repaired to my apartment. Clothes came off in a
hurry. "Sheesh! That will be a mouthful!" he said. "But do me a favor. I've
never seen another penis shoot, so let me know when you're ready to let go
so I can watch." My cock was fully hard and he just took the head in and
began to tentatively suck it. In a minute he paused to say, "It tastes good
but the taste just got better." I told him it was probably a little precum
that altered the flavor and if he took his time there was lots more in the
pipeline. He went back to work on my cock and he must have learned
something from his limited experience because he had a nice touch. His
organ was very hard and pointing straight up, almost touching his
umbilicus. He began to fondle my balls and not long after that the pressure
in my pelvis began to rise, my woody got more sensitive and I warned him my
ejaculation was imminent. His fondling didn't quit but he replaced his
mouth with his other hand and began to slowly, lightly stroke me.

   "Nice. Oh so nice. I love to prolong this feeling. Close, yeah real
close now....YESSSS!" I yelled and the jizz erupted from my impossibly
swollen dick.  He held me for a couple of squirts and then let me go. He
watched open mouthed as my organ danced and spurted, and spurted over and
over until only a thin dribble of dishwater like semen dripped down my
pecker.

    He licked me clean and said, "It tastes good, but the precum was
better. My but that was a load, I'd be proud to squirt that much." I told
him he should feel proud of a very nice blowjob and I was looking forward
to tasting his juices.

    He stretched out and I pried his cock away from his belly, licked the
Cowper's secretion from his stomach and began to suck that oversized
dickhead. I lubed my finger from the little puddle of precum in his belly
button and slid mu finger up his pooper. I wiggled my finger while I
wiggled my tongue around his glans. He couldn't have lasted thirty seconds
before his prostate swelled under my finger, his cock throbbed and
delivered a good supply of warm semen to bathe my tongue. I sucked him dry
and then asked him which he enjoyed more, sucking or being sucked.

    "Both. I mean they were both so good I can't choose. I think we'll have
to have a repeat performance, or maybe more to sort it out."

     The next afternoon the doc was tied up in the hospital and I was at my
desk cleaning up paperwork when the secretary came in and said, "A thirteen
year old boy is in the waiting room with his maiden aunt who has raised him
for the last four years. His parents were both killed in an automobile
accident. I gather the boy, Tommy, has been having nocturnal emissions and
she doesn't know how to deal with it." She winked and said, "I think you
can deal with the problem quite satisfactorily."

      Tommy was a lanky lad, tall for his age with a worried look. "It's
just awful. For the last couple of months my weenie has been leaking stuff
at night every week or so and getting more often. Last week I woke up and
my thingy was glued to the sheet and I had a terrible time getting
loose. How can I stop 'em?"

       I explained that he had reached adolescence and was making sperm. He
was now old enough to to make a baby with that juice. I went on to tell him
how nature was unloading that backed up sperm and all normal boys had the
same problem. To solve the night emissions he could, like all normal boys
do, unload the sperm when awake and that would stop the nighttime
annoyance. And he would enjoy the unloading process a lot. He was eager to
learn and wanted me to show him how to do it. I opened his gown, tickled
his cock and it immediately filled and hardened. "That's another
problem. My weenie gets hard like that all the time and sometimes I don't
want it to," he said. I told him by relieving the backup his erections
would be calmed down. Temporarily anyway.

      I had about four inches to work with but with my thumb on top and two
fingers underneath I could do a satisfactory job. I hadn't stroked a virgin
dick since I was his age but I knew he was enjoying it, as was I. I was
taking my time and he was staring fixedly at his boner. I told him that
when he was about to release his backed up secretions he would get a funny
feeling like he was about to pee but not to worry. In about two minutes his
face got screwed up in a frown. "o, o, oh. Oh, OH!" He whined, his dickie
throbbed and a small gob of yellowish goo oozed from his piss slit, then
another, a little more liquid, and he collapsed against his chair. "Woof,
yeah I liked that a lot. Let's do it again," he said. I explained it would
take a while before he built up some more semen, but by tomorrow he would
be good to go.

      "Could I maybe do it to you? To make sure I'm doing it right?" He
said. I was boned up watching him experience his first daytime ejaculation
so I dropped my scrub suit pants and his mouth fell open. "Oh man, you're
so big!" I told him she was large for his age and he'd be sporting a big
one in just a few years. He held my organ as I had held his and I suggested
he use his whole hand. He was beating me like I owed him money and I told
him to slow down, loosen his grip and pay more attention to my cockhead. He
settled down and I was really enjoying it knowing it had to be pretty
exciting to him delivering his first jerkoff. My climax arrived earlier
than usual due to a shorter phase of inevitable ejaculation. The boy was
was watching open mouthed as my dick spurted and I let out a soft
moan. "Jeez, you sure squirted a lot!" Tommy said. I told him he would
produce more ejaculate every time and in a year or two he would shoot a
load he would be proud of. And I suggested he return for an appointment
then to show me, maybe about the time he was entering high school.

			      TO BE CONTINUED