Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 08:56:07 -0700
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stripped with Dad - Part 3

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I needed to get a sports physical. On the way there, Dad told me that he
scheduled one for himself, too.

"Dr. K's son works there too now," he said. For as long as I can remember,
we'd gone to Dr. K. His real last name is as hard to spell as it is to
pronounce, so everybody just called him Dr. K.

He was a friend of the family, and I kind of remembered meeting his son
Mark a few times when I was younger.

We get there, and the waiting room is pretty empty 'cause it's a weekday
morning. It's just a few old ladies.

A nurse brings us to the back and introduces herself. She says that she's
new. She seems new, kind of frazzled and busy, saying that I'll be seeing
Dr. K and that my dad will be with Dr. Mark.

She leads us to two exam rooms across the hall from each other and says,
"Okay, strip down completely and put on a gown, please."

Dad told me later that he wasn't sure about that, and I was thinking the
same thing. We're not prudes or anything, but we've had exams there before,
lots of times. I was thinking it was just that she was new and had her
standard script of instructions.

I'm thinking about it for a while, but I finally just decide to do as I'm
told. I kick off my shoes and pull off my socks. I unbutton my shirt and
lay it on a chair in the corner. Then I unbutton and unzip my pants and
slide them down along with my underwear. I'm suddenly aware of how cold and
tiled it is in the room.

I take the folded gown and hold it up in front of me. I slide my arms in,
and the thin cloth hugs my front. It's almost like paper. My back and ass
are hanging out in the back. I look in the mirror trying to manage the
little ties, but decide to just leave it open. I'm picturing dad across the
hall doing the same.

My bare feet are cold on the tile, so I go to sit up on the elevated
table. There's a roll of crinkly paper draped over it. I sit on it, and I
wonder if I should've closed the gown in the back first. Then I figure
that's what the paper's for, and that I'll eventually be naked on it. My
feet hang over the edge, and I look around at the jars of cotton swabs and
tongue depressors and at the medical illustrations on the walls.

Then I'm just waiting for a while. I guess when you have nothing to do,
anything seems to take forever. I even think about running across the hall
to talk to my dad for a bit.

Then the doctor comes in, Dr. K. He's a little older than my dad, tall,
salt & pepper hair, and with a mustache. He looks basically like I remember
him. It's weird with doctors and dentists and people like that who you only
see every once in a while.

"Well, here he is!"

"Hi Dr. K. How are you?"

"I'm doing well. It's been a few years, hasn't it? Your dad tells me
everything's been going well with you, and that we just need to give you a
check-up and sign off on a sports physical, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Everything fine otherwise?"

"Yeah, nothing else. I hear your son is a doctor now and working here,
too?"

"That's right. He joined us about two years ago. You'd be surprised how
many father-son practices there are. He's in with your dad now."

So we're chatting while he starts looking in my ears and eyes and
mouth. I'm a little uncomfortable in the gown with my ass out, but we're
facing each other. The last time I was there, which was years ago, he just
had me take off each article of clothing as we went along.

Then, the loudest alarm I've ever heard goes off, ringing and clanging. We
both jolt, startled. I hop up to my feet, and my gown floats around me, my
nakedness open in the back. I reach behind and hold it closed.

The doctor yells at me that it's the fire alarm. He opens the door. My dad
and the doctor's son are there, almost a mirror image of us. Lights are
flashing and a bell is ringing. I follow. My dad is in front of me. We're
both shuffling along, barefoot, wearing only a hospital gown with nothing
underneath and barely pulled tight at the back, as we go out the hall and
out a side emergency exit.

We're in the parking lot. It's a little quieter. I see Dr. K and Dr. Mark
go around to the front entrance, where that nurse and the old people from
the waiting room are slowly running out. Dad yells at me to ask if I'm
okay. I nod. We're looking at each other. The gowns stop just above our
knees. He turns to look at the front again, and his bare back is out. He
reaches back to slide the sides of the gown closer, and the gown hikes up
his legs.

I'm wishing I grabbed my pants on the way out. I notice that Dad is
empty-handed. If not, I would've suggested we sit in the car. We both walk
across the parking lot and away from the building. I'm embarrassed.

I notice a couple people on the sidewalk who have stopped to watch the
commotion. One points over at me and dad, barely dressed. We really stick
out like this. I'm fixing my gown and trying not to be noticeable.

A firetruck blares down the street and into the parking lot. Three or four
firemen jump out and run into the building. I notice one glance in my
direction on the way. I look down at myself and realize that tightening the
gown in the back makes it tight in the front, too. It's outlining my chest
and stomach and my junk. You can see my bellybutton. You can see a mound at
my crotch.

"You're blushing," Dad says to me as he walks over my way. He's laughing
though. We're both laughing.

I'm also noticing that Dad's in the same predicament as me. The paper-thin
gown is stretched across his body and barely closed in the back.

Then a police car comes up to check on the situation. When the cop steps
out, he looks over at me and my dad. He says hi to my dad, and my dad says
hi back, kind of shrugging his shoulders about how weird it is. The police
officer is then talking to the doctors and nurses and patients huddled near
the front door.

"You know him?"  "Yeah, we go way back. Hey, let's stand over here away
from everybody," Dad says, and we go around to the side of the building,
pointing our butts toward the wall.

We lean back against it and let our gowns go in the back. I feel the cold,
hard brick against my soft, sensitive skin. We adjust our skimpy
garments. A firefighter comes out the door we came out of and yells that we
need to stay back away from the building.

He's smiling. We're smiling. It's like a dare or a prank gone
wrong. There's more people on the sidewalk now, gathered around and
staring.

Then... it starts to rain.

"Oh My God! This is unbelievable," I say, shaking my head. It's one of
those sun-showers, where it's somehow brighter when it's raining. It's just
kind of a sprinkling, but it's wet.

The spectators start to disperse, and I'm thankful, but I'm realizing that
I'm starting to get soaked. I look over at Dad, and his hair is starting to
drip water down his back. His gown is getting wet and clinging to his body,
starting to become a little more see-through. I look down at my chest, and
I can see my nipples clearly through the wet fabric.

Dad turns to me, and I can see his chest hair through his wet gown. I can
kind of see the outline of his penis and I can see his leg hair through the
thin material.

The rain is cold as it drips down on us. Dr. K runs over to check on
us. He's apologizing and telling us that it's probably nothing and we can
go back in soon, but I'm just looking at his chest, too. He's wearing a
dress shirt and tie, and I can tell he's not wearing an undershirt. The wet
fabric is showing his chest hair, too. His dress slacks are getting
soaked. I can see the line across his thigh from his boxer shorts
underneath.

He runs over to his other patients, clustered under an awning. Dad motions
for me to follow him, and we run over to the bank drive-through next
door. There's a big concrete roof, like some gas stations have.

When we get under it, we both stand up and smear the water off our hair and
faces. I'm fixing the neck of my gown, which is constantly opening up in
the back. I can feel the gown sticking to my wet body. I see it cling to
Dad's frame, outlining the curves of his body. Then we both realize that
we're pretty much openly mooning the bank teller and customers inside.

We grab the backs of our gowns and snatch them closed. Dad is blushing.

The alarms stop. We run over to the front door. Firemen are coming
out. Nobody else is going in. The other patients left. Dr. K ushers us back
to our exam rooms again. I see Dad's wet ass go in and close the door
behind him.

I go back to my exam room. I'm dripping wet and I have a dripping-wet gown
on, filmy against my body. Dr. K is with me. He's dressed nice, but soaked.

The door opens, and his son comes in, Dr. Mark. He's got a stack of dry
towels and scrubs.

"Here you go, Dad," he says, setting down the stack. He quickly strips his
dress shirt off over his head, unbuckles his belt, and shucks down his
pants and underwear. They slurp off his legs and go inside out. He tugs on
his dick twice, as all men do when they get naked.

He's drying off. Dr. K is loosening his tie and undoing his shirt. I stand
there, and find that I'm kind of staring. Dr. Mark is really well-built and
really smooth, like shaved all over. I wonder if he's like a body-builder
or something. I'm jealous of his muscles.

As he dries his hair, covering his head with a towel, I find myself
watching his bobbing dick and then watching Dr. K watch me staring. I step
back and just look around the room.

Dr. Mark pulls on some scrubs, no underwear, picks up his wet clothes,
opens the door and walks across the room. I get a quick glance of my Dad as
he's handed a towel, and then the door shuts.

Dr. K, shirtless, slowly walks over and closes the door. We're alone.

"Well, where were we?" Dr. K says. We both smile. I notice that he's
looking down at my body, and I look down to see that my dick is kind of
hard and on display through the gown, still clinging to me. I'm
embarrassed.

"Oh, I guess with all that excitement," I say, but really thinking that I
guess I got hard from watching them strip.

Dr. K reaches out and removes my gown. He says, "Let's just get rid of
this." My dick wags out in front of me and points out. I twitch it up with
a flex. I'm embarrassed, a little.

He says, "Now, you remember when you were younger and this happened? I told
you it was perfectly normal. Some guys get excited by showing off what they
have, and you've got more than enough to be proud of there."

I stare back, remembering that exam and how I felt during it.

Dr. K says, "You know, it's also perfectly normal for the doctor to get
excited, too." I see that he's got a bulge in his slacks. They're wet and
thin, dress fabric, and they don't hide anything.

He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. I find myself thinking that he
reminds me of my Dad. He slides his pants and underwear down, and his cock
points up to his belly. He sits on the little wheeled stool and tells me to
have a seat on the table. I lift myself up and set my naked butt down on
the crinkly paper and the padded chair.

I can feel my pulse pounding. I'm thinking back to the last time I was hard
at the doctor, just wishing it would go down, intently watching as he
examined me everywhere except my stiff rod, resting his hand on my leg as
he listened to my heart.

"I'm going to touch it now," he says.  "Okay"

He holds it in his hand and pulls the skin back and forth. He holds each
ball and rolls it between his thick fingers. He's naked by the way, with
quite a hardon. He slides his finger along the rubbery head of my dick, and
I feel that familiar ooze, as a generous amount of pre-cum drains out and
sits at the tip.

"Do you normally drip this much?" I nod yes. "That's good. Let me take a
closer look."

He slides in close between my legs and holds my dick close to his face. He
looks up at me.

"I'm going to taste it now," he says.  "Okay"

He opens his mouth and lets his tongue hang out a little. He flicks his
tongue at the tip and dabs up the glob of clear goo. It feels amazing and
it blows my mind.

I never really thought of him sexually before. I had thought about being
naked in front of him, but I figured that kind of memory just sticks with
you. It's out of the ordinary. But this is great. I really like this. I
can't believe it's happening.

My dick is on his mustache now. It's awesome. If you haven't felt what that
feels like, go make it happen as soon as possible.

Then he slides my dick into his wet mouth. He sucks in. He slides his
tongue around it, washing the shaft and tickling the tip. I lean back and
grab the padded chair, squeezing it between my fingers.

I can't seem to catch my breath. He's moving his face back and forth, up
and down. I look around and realize where I am. There's something so public
about it. It feels like we're on a park bench or something.

I think of my Dad across the hall, getting his check-up.

"We .... uh, we shouldn't take too long, um. I don't want to keep my dad
waiting."

"He'll be in there for a while. He's getting a prostate check."

I'm picturing my Dad, maybe 20 feet away, naked and bent over and with that
hot young doctor putting a finger up his ass. I can't stop thinking about
it, even if I try. Dr. K keeps sucking my cock.

I've never gotten a blowjob like this before. He's loving it. He takes it
all the way down deep and then he swirls his tongue. He keeps it really
wet. He's sucking really hard. He really knows what he's doing.

His hands are on my balls, and he pulls off my dick.

"I'm going to jerk off now," he says.  "Okay"

He's takes his hard dick in his hand and squeezes and strokes while he
dives down onto my cock. He's playing with his balls and stroking between
his legs. He's looking up at my body, too, and I'm probably just looking at
him like a deer in headlights but I'm breathing and moaning, trying not to
get too loud.

Then I hear a cough. I recognize it as my dad's voice. He's in my head, and
I can't get him out. He's naked and Dr. Mark is naked behind him, sliding
his hard dick into my dad's ass and pumping back and forth, fucking
him. They go slow at first, but then they start pounding.

Dr. K starts beating his dick quick and sucking and slurping my cock, and I
feel myself tighten up. I grab the doctor's head. I'm picturing my Dad. I'm
looking at the doctor's dick, and I'm remembering dad jerking off in the
car. I'm thinking about my Dad sucking me like this. I'm picturing my Dad's
dick against mine. I can feel his arms around me. Dr. K's hand is on my
leg.

I shoot. I can feel it sliding out of me like a rocket launching, not wet
but a solid mass of cum just ejecting out of me. Dr. K swallows it down,
sucking even harder now, and I see him shoot into his hand. Some shoots
against my knee. He stays on me. He finally slides his tongue off. I watch
him lick his hand. I fall back on the table, my legs still dangling off the
ledge and my dick bobbed off to one side.

My body feels tighter and looser at the same time, like every knuckle in me
was cracked in one instant.

I catch myself wondering what my Dad is doing at that moment.

Dr. K is washing his hands. He pulls on the scrubs, and they fit him
nicely.

"I think everything checks out here, son."