Date: Fri, 09 Feb 2001 08:08:57 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 20"

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I   Extending the Family. Chapter 20 - Charlie

by Tim Foure
copyright  2001 by  Tim Foure

If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica where you
live, then you should not read this story. The other usual disclaimers too.
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Chapter 20 - Charlie - 1977

When I got to the office, I was surprised to see Dave's name on my
appointment list. I realized it had been quite a long time since he had
come to dinner that Sunday. I also realized I had never called him to take
him up on his invitation to visit his gym. I was somewhat embarrassed about
that and decided to make sure we set a firm date before he left.

He was one of my first appointments, but since Alice gathered all the
preliminary information as each patient was shown to an examination room, I
didn't see him right away.  When I got to the room he was waiting in, I was
surprised to meet Alice coming out the door.

"Do we have a problem?" I asked. She was usually two patients ahead of me.

She took me by the arm and led me a short distance down the hall. "Lord,
no!" she told me in a fierce whisper. "I just couldn't tear my eyes off of
him! That is the handsomest man I have ever seen!"

I knew how she felt. "Where's your professional detachment?" I asked her
with a smile.

"Are you kidding? It took all the self control I had not to attack him!"

"Want to come back when he's naked and help me with the exam? Maybe I can
arrange to leave you alone with him," I said in a voice that made it clear
I was joking.

"No, thanks! No woman on earth has that much self control," she said as she
turned away and went into another examination room.

I knocked on the door as I opened it to go into the room. I've found that
even though patients are expecting you, it sometimes startles them to have
the door open suddenly with no warning. This time I was the one startled. I
found Dave in the process of sliding his boxers down his legs. I had a view
of his butt and the backs of his legs. In my mind's eye I saw Alice leaping
on him. It brought a smile to my lips.

Dave continued to remove his boxers, hanging them on the hook with his
other clothes before he turned to face me. He put out his hand and said,
"Hi, Charlie. Been a long time."

I took his hand and shook it as I said, "Longer than I meant for it to be."
I had a sudden recollection of shaking Mike's hand in the bathroom when we
were both naked.  Shaking a naked man's hand wasn't something I did very
often.

Dave continued to stand where he was, making no move to put on the hospital
gown which was still on the examination table. I looked him over quickly
before I said, "I see you're still keeping yourself in shape." Given the
way he looked, my comment was an understatement. "Want to put on the gown,"
I said. It was more a direction than a question.

"Do I need it?" he asked. "Will we be going out of this room?"

"No, we'll be doing the whole examination here." I found myself being
attracted to him, a feeling which was quite unusual. I was aware of a
stirring in my crotch.

He made no move to put on the gown, so I began the examination. I had him
sit on the end of the table so I could begin with his eyes, ears, and the
rest. I told him what I was about to do before I did each thing.

When I got to the point of using the stethoscope, I made my usual comment
about warming the part that would touch him. He said, "Let me hold it for a
minute. I have hot hands."

I passed it to him, watching him press it between the palms of his hands
for perhaps thirty seconds. When he handed it back to me, it was actually
hot to the touch. The exchange of heat between us in this way seemed
somehow very intimate. I was surprised by another stirring in my crotch.

I listened to his heart and lungs. "Ticking away in there," I told him.

"That's good news," he said.

When I went to examine his feet, I asked him if he was ticklish.

"Uncontrollably!" he told me.

"I'll be careful then," I said.

When I began to check the reflexes in his knees, I noticed I was also
getting some reaction in his crotch. Up to this point in the examination,
his dick, which was quite thick, had remained nestled over his balls,
protruding from his pubic hair perhaps three inches with the head covered
by his foreskin. As I touched his thighs, it began to lengthen
perceptibly. I found myself watching it out of the corner of my eye. I
realized I was looking forward to examining it.  In fact, I found that I
had been enjoying touching him throughout the examination.

When I had him swing his legs onto the table and lie on his back, his dick
swung upwards onto his pubic hair so it was pointing up his belly. He was
certainly not hard, but his dick was perhaps twice as long as it had been
at the beginning of the examination. I noticed that the head remained
within the foreskin.

I told him what I was about to feel for masses or lumps and asked if he was
ticklish on his belly or sides.

"Yes, there too. I tend to roll up into a ball and giggle when I'm tickled
there," he told me with a smile.

I smiled back, saying, "I'll be careful not to tickle you then," but
thinking, 'I'd like to see that.'

I took longer over his belly than I usually did, enjoying the feel of his
soft hair and his velvety skin underlaid with firm muscles. After a short
while I asked, "You doing ok?"

"Yeah, it doesn't tickle much," he told me.

But I could feel his muscles reacting to my fingers. His dick also gained
another inch and was beginning to fill out. I wondered if I should say
anything about it. Some men like to be assured that it's not unusual to
have an erection during a physical from sheer embarrassment. Others prefer
to ignore that it's happening at all. I decided Dave probably didn't need
any reassurance, but I wanted him to have it anyhow. "Lots of men become
erect during physicals," I told him.  "Don't be embarrassed about it."

"It's happened to me before. Sometimes I have a hair trigger."

That concerned me a little. "Premature ejaculation?"

"No, I've never had any problem controlling that. But erections at peculiar
times have always been a problem. Not so much now as when I was
younger. But they still happen without much stimulation. Got any advice for
avoiding them?"

"Just have more sex," I told him with a laugh. "It usually works for me." I
didn't go on to tell him it wasn't working for me at the moment.

He laughed as well. "Next time I'll tell whoever I'm with it's doctor's
orders."

"Let me know how that works, ok?"

"Definitely," he said with another laugh.

His dick achieved full erection when I began to examine his balls. They
were loose in their sac. I rolled them carefully in my fingers, looking and
feeling for any abnormalities as I also watched his dick lengthen to its
maximum size and rise slightly above his pubic hair. Finally the foreskin
retracted enough for me to see the very tip of the head. By this time my
own dick was also erect, something which had never happened before during
an examination. It was also painfully restricted by my shorts.

I took hold of his dick then, retracting the foreskin completely and
examining the opening at the tip of the head. I could feel it throbbing in
my fingers.

"Ever have any problems with urinary tract infection?" I asked.

"No, never have," he told me.

"The opening here seems a little irritated is why I asked," I told him.

He seemed comfortable having me hold his hard dick, something which wasn't
usually the case.  Some men would clearly like to be someplace else when it
happened to them.

I told him I was about to do his prostate examination. "Draw your legs up
and spread them as wide as you can. I know that's not very far given the
width of the table." I pulled on a rubber glove as I spoke.

"I've never had this done before," he told me.

"You were too young at the time of your last physical, but now you're
moving into the age group that calls for it. It's not as unpleasant as
you're anticipating."

"Ok," he said, but the look on his face didn't agree with his words.

I squeezed a dab of lubricant onto my index finger. He had a deep crack so
even lying as he was his asshole was visible only as a slight oval-shaped
widening of the crevice with a darkish center.  I reached between his legs
with one hand to spread his crack to give me access to his asshole.  When I
pressed my lubricated finger directly onto it, I felt him stiffen. I rubbed
my finger back in a circle on his asshole to relax it slightly. Then I slid
it into him.

"Uh!" he said.

"You ok?" I asked as I felt his prostate.

I got the same sound again for an answer as I pulled my finger out of him.

"All done," I told him as I pulled the glove off.

"Glad that's over," he said.

I noticed he was still hard and that a large drop of precum had fallen from
the head of his dick to his belly an inch or so below it.

"Swing around and stand up for me and then we'll be finished." I sat on the
stool as he swung his legs off the table and stood up.

His dick pointed toward me, bobbing slightly as I felt for hernia. Another
drop of precum formed and fell from the end of his dick. This time it fell
on the sleeve of my lab coat.

"Sorry about that," he said as it hit.

"Not a problem. Just a good healthy reaction to having your prostate
touched," I told him. "You can sit back on the table now."

"We need to have a short talk. You want to take care of that and then come
to my office afterwards?" I nodded at his dick as I spoke. I said it in
such a way that I was more making a suggestion than asking a
question. "There's a tube of lubricant and some kleenex on the shelf over
the sink."

He looked puzzled for a few seconds, then his expression changed and he
said, "Oh, I see. I think it'll take care of itself in a few minutes. But
thanks anyhow. It's nice to have a doctor who lives in the real world."

I took that to mean he was comfortable sitting there with his erection
pointing at me while we went over the results of his physical. I tried to
keep from looking at it as we talked, something that would have been easier
to do if it hadn't been right at eye level.

When we were finished, I told him, "I want to thank you for warning me
about Linda's father."

"Glad to do it. Linda told me you got the full treatment."

At one time I would have thought it was none of his business and would have
resented Linda's telling him as much as she did about our life. But she
also told me about him and his life on a regular basis too. It was clear he
was going to be a permanent part of our lives. I felt we were developing a
bond of sorts between us that seemed rather strange but also felt very
comfortable at the same time. Even though I knew he had already heard the
whole story, I told it to him again.

"You don't have to worry about Tony. Big as he is, he's a coward. But I
appreciate your straightening him out about how he's supposed to treat
Mike."

"I feel some responsibility for Mike already. I felt sure I'd have your
support."

"You do, believe me. And I'm glad to hear you feel that way about Mike."

"Guess I'd better see my next patient and let you get dressed. I see your
problem's taken care of itself." As I stood up, I pointed at his dick,
which had shrunk back to nearly the size it had been when the examination
began. There was also a line of precum running from the head down over his
balls to the paper covering on the examination table. I pulled a kleenex
from the box and handed it to him.

"Thanks," he said as he took it and began to wipe the precum from his
balls.

When he was finished, he hopped down from the table and stuck out his hand.
Again I had the peculiar experience of shaking hands with a naked man.

I was just about to leave when I remembered the gym.

"Oh," I said, turning back toward him.

He was holding his shorts and just about to put them on. He stopped what he
was doing and looked at me with a question on his face.

"I meant to set a date when I could go to the gym with you. I mean if the
invitation's still open.  I'm sorry I haven't done it already. Is there a
time soon when it would suit you?"

"The invitation's still open. I go every Monday and Thursday. Would either
of those nights fit your schedule? I could go on another night too if they
won't."

"Next Monday would suit me very well."

"Next Monday it is. I'll call you this weekend and arrange for us to meet."

"Great!" I said as I left him to put on his clothes.

Alice was waiting for me as I came out of the room. "Is he really the ex
husband of the woman you're going to marry?"

Even though Alice had been with me for only about a year, she had quickly
broken down any employer-employee barrier that might have existed between
us. She told me all the details of her personal life and expected me to
reciprocate. At first I felt she was prying, but after a while I realized
her interest was friendly and good-hearted. "He is," I told her.

"Sherry told me she walked into a wall while she was leading him to the
examination room. She was too busy staring at him to watch where she was
going."

"Why doesn't that surprise me."

"Be nice. Sherry does the best she can. But you might want to think about
this some more. Any woman who'd let him get away isn't playing with a full
deck."

"Thanks. It's nice to know where I stand in your estimation." I smiled as I
said it.

"You know what I mean," she told me. "Besides, I might be the one who's got
this wrong. First she had him and now she's gonna get you. She's coming out
way ahead of the rest of us."

"Too late to butter me up now. The damage's been done."

She just ignored me. "Why couldn't I be single. I'd have a date with him
before he even got out of the office."

"Poor Alice," I said. "So put upon." I left her standing in the hall as I
went into the next examination room.

But the memory of Dave's naked body and how it felt to touch him kept
surfacing in my mind throughout the day. The degree of attraction I felt
for him surprised me. I had a definite sense that we were becoming closer
and closer. I also felt sure I wasn't alone in that feeling. I realized
that for some reason the physical examination, something I usually did in a
very impersonal manner, had seemed like an intimate act with him.

I stayed at a low simmer all day so when I got to Linda's, I was ready to
carry her straight to the bedroom. But as it happened, Mike was home, so I
had to wait until bedtime.

Linda caught my mood immediately. Sometimes she was very slow to be
aroused, but other times when she was in the right mood, she could reach an
orgasm even faster than I could. This was one of those nights. She was
having her second orgasm as I was having my first. We rested for only a few
minutes before I moved my mouth to her crotch. When I tasted my own cum in
her, I was instantly aroused again. I brought her off with my tongue and
then entered her immediately, giving her a fourth and then a fifth orgasm
before I came again. I was ready to give her another with my mouth and was
moving to do it when she said, "No more.  I'm exhausted."

"No more?" I asked with an exaggerated pout on my face and a whine in my
voice.

"What's gotten into you tonight? Not that I'm complaining."

'What indeed?' I thought. "I was just in the mood I guess," I told her.

But as I drifted off to sleep, I knew it had been Dave's physical that had
set me off. I wondered about it as I drifted off to sleep.

In the morning I was still in the same peculiar mood. I was aware in the
vague way you remember dreams that I had dreamt about Dave, but I couldn't
remember any details. I would have liked to have made love to Linda, who
went in to take her shower as soon as she woke me.  But she'd made it clear
after the first time it couldn't happen again on days when she drove the
car pool. So I hurried down the hall to relieve myself in the shower. I
thought I would have time to finish before Mike came in.

Instead of following my regular routine, I went straight into the shower,
set the water temperature, and began to work up a lather by rubbing the bar
of soap between my hands. My dick throbbed in anticipation as I did
it. When the lather was thick and foamy, I wrapped my hand around my dick
and began stroking slowly. The sensation was intense and I could have cum
immediately, but I wanted to make it last.

I continued to work the bar of soap in my left hand and scooped more lather
from it with my right as I needed it. My eyes were closed, but I had a very
clear image in my mind that was exciting me. The image of Dave lying naked
and hard on the examination table. I hadn't jerked off over another guy
since I was in high school, and even then the excitement hadn't been as
intense as this. I gave in to it completely, cumming hard when I finally
let myself go.

When I was finished and the last shivers of pleasure were gone, I slumped
against the side of the shower and let the water beat down on my head. I
stood there for a minute or two before I finally backed out from under the
shower head and opened my eyes. I began to run the soap over the rest of my
body. Then I noticed something out of the corner of my eye and turned my
head to see what it was. There stood Mike staring at me through the shower
doors.

I felt a chill go through me. "How long have you been there?" I asked.

"A while. That was awesome! You were really into it."

I had already gotten over the feeling of having been caught. I was now
realizing if my seeing Mike jerk off wasn't an issue to me, and I had made
it clear it wasn't, then his seeing me shouldn't be an issue either. It was
just something we could do in front of each other in the bathroom.

"I'll be done in a minute," I told him.

"Leave the water running, ok? I'm a little bit late."

I realized he was late from watching me jerk off. "You should have said
something. I could have been quicker."

"No way, man! I wouldn't have done that for anything. You were too into
it."

I was still more than half hard as I slid open the shower door and stepped
out, but given what he'd already seen, there didn't seem to be much point
in worrying about that. I noticed he was fully hard and holding his dick in
his hand. I also noticed he gave my dick a thorough looking over before he
brushed past me to get into shower.

As I dried myself, I glanced sideways at him to see if he would jerk off
too. Of course he went right to it. At first I thought I should turn away,
but on second thought I didn't see the need.  Instead, remembering our
conversation at the end of his physical, I told him, "Use plenty of soap so
you don't get chafed."

"Don't worry," he told me. "I am. Soap's not as slick as that stuff you had
in your office but it works real good."

I almost got the impression he was expecting me to watch him. It wasn't
something I had done the other times I had caught him, but this time
somehow seemed different. As I laid out my shaving things, I continued to
look at him every few seconds. He was staring straight at me as he pounded
his dick. Then his eyes closed, his head tilted back, and his mouth opened
slightly.  There was no doubt he was cumming. I watched until his eyes
opened again.  When he saw me still watching, he smiled at me. I smiled
back.

My dick had gotten completely rigid again. I decided to ignore it and hope
it would go away while I shaved, but I didn't get my wish. It stayed hard
long enough for Mike to get a good long look at it as he dried himself. I
tried to ignore his stare as I shaved carefully around my moustache.

"Yours is really big, you know," he said as he went to the other sink and
began to brush his teeth.

"It's really just average size, like I told you."

"Maybe it looks longer because of the extra skin," he said through a
mouthful of toothpaste foam.

"That might be it," I told him as I stretched the skin on my neck and ran
the razor along it. My dick continued to point straight out, hovering over
the counter.

"Do you always stay hard for a long time after you cum? I mean, mine stays
big after I do but not hard like yours is now." He turned toward me and
held his hand almost as if he was pointing at his crotch so I could see
what he meant.

There didn't seem to be any way out of this conversation except to tell him
the truth. "No, usually mine does what yours is doing now. But seeing you
jerk off kept it erect."

He spit out the water he was using to rinse his mouth. "Yeah, that's what
would happen to me too."

I supposed he knew that from his experiences with Chris. "I think that
would happen to most men. It's one of the attractions of pornography."

"Have you ever seen any really hot sex films?" He just stood facing me with
his hip pressed against the counter. His hand went involuntarily to his
dick, his fingers cradling it and his thumb tracing its length.

"Not since college," I told him as I was washing the remainder of the
shaving lather from my face.

He gave his dick another stroke. "I've never seen one. I guess seeing guys
get hard in films like that would make you hard too. My dad says hardons
are catching."

"Really? Why did he tell you that?"

"I was kind of embarrassed about getting hard one time when it really
showed. He was trying to make me feel not so embarrassed. I think it was
like a joke."

"Well, there's some truth to it too. It's probably fair to say I caught
your hardon while you were in the shower."

"Hey, that's right! I didn't think of it that way. So I guess if I was the
doctor instead of you, I would tell you to take two aspirins and call me in
the morning."

I laughed. "The cure for the common hardon, huh? That's really funny! Is it
ok if I share it with some friends of mine?"

"Sure!" he told me. He looked very pleased.

"Thanks."

Just then Linda knocked on the door and asked, "Mike, are you still in
there?"

I called out to her, "My fault. Sorry. I interrupted his schedule."

By the time I was finished speaking, he had his robe on and was about to
open the door.

I chuckled to myself as I thought about it. The cure for the common hardon.
Fortunately mine had finally begun to cure itself.

To be continued
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