Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2008 11:41:35 -0400
From: rbrown001@cox.net
Subject: UNSPOKEN AGREEMENT, PART ONE

		       UNSPOKEN AGREEMENT, PART ONE

     Late Friday afternoon, only ten minutes before the Base clinic closed,
the nurse announced there was one guy left in the waiting room. I started
to tell her to get him to come back Monday.  Then looking out into the
waiting, I caught sight of the tall, muscular soldier, staring out the
window, slowly stroking his crotch.

     "He has some kind of problem between his legs," she reported,
gathering up her stuff to leave for the weekend. "Should I show him into
the examining room?"

     "Yes," I responded, "and lock the door to the Clinic on your way out."

     As we went into the small examining room, I closed the door, asking
him what his problem was. He mumbled something about a dull, persistent
pain in the lower part of his body, indicating his crotch.

     "Yes," I replied. "Well, take off your fatigues and let's see what we
find."

     I sat down on a low swivel chair a few feet away, having a hunch I was
about to enjoy this. As he unbuttoned and then pulled off his shirt, he
hesitated. I gestured for him to take off his pants.

     Unbuckling them, he stopped, and then began to pull his T-shirt off
over his head, revealing a muscular chest with an impressive set of
pectoral muscles and pumped, muscular arms. I ran my eyes slowly over his
upper body.

     "You must work out with weights," I observed quietly, his face
instantly coloring, his hands moving self-consciously up over his chest as
he nodded.  "That could be our problem. You may have pulled some groin
muscles. We'll check that out." He smiled with embarrassment as my eyes
lingered over his nervously-flexing pecs and then moved down onto his lower
stomach.

     He didn't appear to have much body hair, but as he slowly unbuttoned
his fatigues and opened his fly, they slid down onto his hips, revealing a
line of dark pubic hair running from just below his navel and disappearing
somewhere down inside his low hanging shorts.

     At that point, I realized he'd stopped undressing, looking at the
floor and seeming hesitant to pull off his shorts. Indicating them too, I
watched as he slipped his fingers inside the waist band and slid his
underwear down over what was soon revealed to be a very generously-endowed
crotch, far beyond my expectations.

      Gazing with increasing interest as he leaned back on the table, his
thighs spreading as, lifting one leg at a time, he pulled his underwear off
over his feet, I felt my own dick stir in my light scrubs as his bounced
heavily back and forth, inches from my eyes, expanding visibly out into its
new-found freedom.

     Standing naked before me, painfully aware of his nakedness, he looked
to the side as I leaned forward in the swivel chair, my eyes moving slowly
over his body as I wondered if his dick were normally that large, or if he
was actually as aroused as it seemed.

     "Tell me about these pains you've been having," I asked, breaking the
silence.

     Clearing his throat, he spoke slowly and in a low voice, avoiding eye
contact with me as much as possible.  I leaned back in the chair, my eyes
riveted to one of the biggest dicks and set of balls I'd seen in four years
of medical practice in the military, examining thousands of male groins.

     More and more anxious to begin the physical examination, the
anticipation of getting my hands in his crotch grew rapidly but, exercising
restraint, I took a deep breath, waiting until I was more in control before
I spoke.

     "So," I said, leaning forward in my chair, "show me exactly where
you've been having most of the discomfort."

     He looked down at his crotch, indicating his very prominent set of
balls and assuring me, "They get pretty sore sometimes." Then, spreading
his legs apart, he moved one of his bull-size balls up into his hand,
pointing out exactly where the pain was most often.

      "Sometimes," he confessed, rubbing his fingers over the surface,
"especially lately, this one's gotten very sore and warm."

     Leaning forward, no longer able to restrain myself, I carefully took
the heavy sack in my hand, his body immediately stiffening from the
unexpectedly sudden warmth of my hand caressing and squeezing his huge
balls against my soft, smooth palm.  He moaned barely audibly as I did.


     "Does this hurt?" I asked, holding them more loosely.

      Opening his eyes which had begun to close, he shook his head slowly,
clearly loving the sensation of my hand once again essentially fondling
their remarkable fullness. His eyes again closed.

     With much delight, I carefully examined each of his balls as slowly as
I thought I could, justifiably. Fascinated by them, I turned them over in
my hand, again and again, rubbing and squeezing their velvet smoothness as
they relaxed against my palm, slowly providing quite a handful not easily
contained in one hand.

     Essentially playing with them, his huge dick often sliding against the
back of my hand as I moved around them, I caught myself quietly moan from
the scent of his warm meat as I felt his soft inner thighs, my fingers
caressing his balls until they seen to throb.

     "They are warm, rather feverous really," I heard myself say faintly,
as I felt up under them, pressing against the exquisitely soft skin in this
very intimate area of his body. "Yes, this skin's a nice, warm
temperature," I almost whispered, mostly to myself as I probed the
area. "That's a good sign."

     He showed little response other than an occasional sigh, more of
acceptance than boredom. Then as he leaned back on the edge of the
examining table, his thighs parted more, releasing the strong musk of his
groin which suddenly filled my nostrils with its compellingly masculine
scent.

     Leaning closer into his crotch, I felt once more up under his scrotum,
his large balls dragging heavily against the palm of my hand as he pulled
back slightly from what seemed to be for him also, a powerfully erotic
sensation. Then, tilting his crotch up, he lifted his hips slightly up off
the table; his huge sausage of a dick, clearly swelling, fell heavily back
against his groin, lying lazily against a cushion of thick pubic hair as it
thickened visibly.

     Glancing at his dick and apparently embarrassed by its swelling, he
turned his face to the wall, resting his hand loosely over the ponderous
shaft as I examined other tender areas inside his groin. Watching his dick
swell out from under his hand, I fought the urge to move my hand over its
swollen head. Instead I pressed my fingers around the thick base, pushing
against his body as I asked if that caused any pain. Pulling back quickly
against the table, he choked slightly.


     "I'm not sure," he replied softly. "Yes, maybe."

     Slowly massaging its thick base, the fullness of his shaft forced to
twist sensuously against my wrist and arm, I watched his eyes close, his
head turning away as he began to suck his bottom lip slightly between his
teeth.

      Taking that as good sign, I grew bolder, perhaps too soon, sliding my
hand up the length of his amazingly thick cock and squeezing its velvet
smoothness. His reaction was swift. Suddenly jerking involuntarily back
from the pressure of my hand, his hand reached for it, but stopped just
above his crotch, not interfering with the movement of my hand then lightly
fondling his smooth shaft for the first time.

     "Don't worry about that. It's a normal reaction," I reassured him. "As
a doctor, I see it all the time. Just relax. It's just part of the
examination."

     Taking a deep breath as he pressed his lips together, his eyes
closing, he did as I asked, slowly resting his hands on the table. I held
his badly swollen cock firmly in my hand, pretending to check it for
abrasions or bruised areas, loving the way it felt, but wondering how much
longer I'd be able to keep this up.

     "Tell me," I asked, rubbing my thumb over the fat mushroom head. "Do
you masturbate a lot?" He hesitated for a moment, his hands pressing into
the table beneath him as his body began to shake slightly.

     "Um, I guess I don't know what you mean," he confessed slowly, his
body shifting against the table. I asked again, more bluntly.

     "Oh," he replied. "No, not much. There's not much privacy in the
barracks. I haven't done that since I joined the army."

     "You need to get off," I cautioned, "but gently, taking care not to
strike your testicles. Balls the size of yours could be easily bruised and
cause the type of pain you describe having. You understand what I'm
saying?"

     He didn't reply, but as I found myself actually stroking his dick
inside my hand, I felt his thighs closing against my hand and his body turn
enough to inhibit my movement against his dick. Realizing I'd probably
become too aggressive, I took my hand off his dick, watching as he quickly
covered much of it with his hand.


     Turning his face away, he lowered his eyes and then suddenly sat up on
the edge of the table, his face grim. I thought he'd probably leave soon
and turned away from him, wiping off my hand.

     "Is that all?" he blurted out, nervously.  I leaned back against the
wall, relieved, and then resumed my seat on the swivel chair. He looked at
me blankly.

     "That's one possibility. You might have a hernia or pulled muscle in
your groin. We'd have to check for that.  It's up to you."

     He thought a moment and then, sliding off the table, his huge dick
flopping once more freely between his legs, he stood in front of me,
holding it loosely under his hand, its thick head visible, still moist with
precum. I waited and, placing my hands on around either side of his butt,
my fingers pressing into the smooth skin of his firm and rounded cheeks, I
pulled him closer to me, his weight shifting onto both parted legs, his
more relaxed cock swaying seductively between them.  I took a deep breath.

     "When was the last time you were examined for signs of hernia?"

     He thought for a moment, then shrugged, "I guess that was what they
were looking for when I got my physical for the service over a year
ago. They looked me over pretty good down there," indicating his
crotch. Then, hands on his hips, he looked toward the ceiling as I
continued the exam.

     Sliding my hand gently between his thighs, I felt up under his huge
balls with my fingers, again holding his balls against the palm of my hand
as I pressed in various areas in his groin. He inhaled deeply, leaning his
body into mine.

     "Does that hurt?" I asked, each time pressing more firmly against the
warm, velvet flesh under his balls. He shook his head, but said
nothing. "There is one other thing we might check," I suggested. "The pain
might be due to some problem with your prostate. Have you ever had it
checked before?"

     At first he said no, but when I said it was inside his rectum, his
eyes opened wider. "Oh yes," he replied, "and it hurts."

     Smiling, I said, "No, not if you relax and don't fight it. We'll take
it very slow and easy, but a lot of it depends on you. Lie back on the
table, your legs bent up at the knees and parted."


     Again lying on the table, he positioned himself as I
directed. Standing at the end of the table, I held the firm cheeks of his
butt, one in each hand as I guided his butt to the edge of the table in
front of me, his full cheeks relaxed apart, extending just beyond the edge.

     Spreading his cheeks further apart with my fingers, I looked at his
soft pink ass hole, nervously puckering as it awaited my probing finger. I
deeply wished it were my dick he was about to feel sliding inside it. That
was impossible, of course. I realized that. But what a sweet ass I had
spread before me.

     Anticipating my pleasure at least in examining it, I dabbed my fingers
into a jar of lubricant and slowly spread it around and slowly inside his
small, tight ass hole. Usually I'd wear a glove for this procedure, but I
wanted to have full contact with his tight, obviously virgin ass.  It felt
wonderful, his tight, little ass hole clinging to my finger as it stretched
and teased its lips.

     Probably I was again a bit too eager. He jerked back, reminding me I'd
said I'd go slow and take my time. I smiled, assuring him I would as I
became more and more fascinated by the slow pressure of its nervous lips
biting at my finger as it repeatedly probed the impossibly tight
opening. At times lingering sensuously inside its pressure, it seemed to
milk my bare finger.

     Fantasizing that it was my dick the lips of his ass hole were clinging
to, I teased them repeatedly, deeply aroused by their rapid, nervous
contractions. Soon high from the sensation, my dick pressing against the
leg of my scrubs, I had to consciously force myself back to reality.

     Eyes tightly closed, the only sound he made was a low, almost
imperceptible moan, more like breathing as I felt his tight asshole relax
against my finger, allowing me to move it further inside him. Suddenly his
moaning became more audible until, protesting quietly, he tried
unsuccessfully to lift off my finger.

     "Relax, relax," I cautioned, "I think I've discovered what we need to
know."


     His prostate was, as I'd expected, very warm and somewhat enlarged,
sure signs of low grade infection. I withdrew my finger slightly, but
reluctant to end what was for me a very erotic and enjoyable procedure, I
allowed myself to move it slowly around the sides of his anus, loving the
feeling of thrusting inside the tight warmth of his butt, only mildly
distracted by his faint moans of discomfort, which I soon realized were
perhaps more from his pleasure than pain.

     Most straight men definitely didn't like this procedure. But, even if
they did like it, they were equally as uncomfortable accepting that they
did. But from all indications, this guy liked it, a lot, so much so that in
time, he made no attempt to hide it.

     Looking at his dick, still swollen out from his groin, when most men's
were by then somewhat shriveled, I had clear evidence of his pleasure. The
large head was covered with a thin layer of precum, some of which had
dried. Watching more of this prostate fluid pulse from his wide slit, I
wanted badly to slide my lips over it, fearfully wondering if I'd dare.

     Finally I forced myself to completely withdraw my finger, sitting once
again on the swivel chair and trying to get myself together. Closing his
legs, he sat up on the table and, noticing the sticky mess on the head of
his cock, tried to hide the leakage with his hand.

     Turning my head, seeming to ignore this, I told him I suspected his
problem was with his prostate, but I'd need a sample of his fluid to test
to be sure. I'd have to massage his prostate, moving deeper inside his butt
with my fingers, and try to force the fluid out through his penis. He
frowned at that. I gave him a moment to imagine what that would be like.

     "Well," he responded, finally, "if it's just fluid, isn't there any
other way to get it out through my dick? I mean there must be something we
could at least try."

    Thinking a moment, I smiled to myself. "Well, yes," I said, "there is
another procedure that's easier and not painful, but I'll have to have your
full cooperation to do it."

     "No, problem," he replied, eagerly, "You're the doctor. I'll do
anything you tell me to do."  Again, an even bigger smile spread across my
face. Telling him to lie back once more on the table, I took a towel from
the cabinet.

      "I'll need you to spread his legs wide apart, as you did before, but
keep your back and feet flat on the table. Your groin should be tilted up
and available to me throughout the procedure. By the way, how long has it
been since you've had an ejaculation?"

     "Gosh, I don't know," he replied, "except when I dream, almost never."


     Surprised, but pleased, I recalled the unusually large amount of fluid
he'd secreted during the last procedure and anticipated an even heavier
load of cum.

     "This procedure is a kind of simulated masturbation." I
explained. "Hopefully we'll be able to collect a large sample of
fluid. It'll require your complete relaxation and concentration. Ignore
everything but the sensation you're feeling in your groin, which should be
very pleasant. Close your eyes, if you like. I'm going to place this towel
over them to prevent any light from interfering."

      Eager to begin, I looked at him from time to time as I prepared.
Then, sitting on the stool, I pulled up between his legs.

     "First, I'm going to massage your genitals and groin area in order to
stimulate a heavy ejaculation. Don't be surprised if I use several
different techniques during this procedure. It'll feel quite good at
times. You may feel some pressure now and then, but relax and go with it."

     His dick, already quite swollen, swayed heavily from side to side as I
took it in my hand, fondling its heavy bulkiness with much
pleasure. Squeezing the head up full and thick, I yearned to slide my mouth
over its amazing fullness and suck it up harder, but I forced myself to
wait.

     Taking an ordinary condom, I slipped it, with more than a little
difficulty over the head of his penis, warning him he'd feel a sung
pressure as I did. Then, stroking his shaft full length, I unrolled the
condom as far as it'd go over his dick, leaving the bottom half exposed.

     Immediately his huge dick responded, visibly swelling against the
latex and leaking against its clear encasement. At that point, my own dick,
pressing painfully against my thin scrubs, stirred restlessly, as
well. "When you're ready," I said softly, "allow yourself to ejaculate as
much as you can. I'll do what I can to help stimulate the flow."

     Listening to his moans and faint sighs as I milked the thick base of
his hugely-swollen shaft, forcing the cum up in his shaft, I couldn't
resist running my lips and moist tongue along the swollen spine underneath
the length of his cock, that part not covered by the condom. His body
thrust against the pressure, accepting it easily, at least at first.


      My confidence grew, perhaps too rapidly, as I openly licked and
sucked the exposed areas of his dick and balls. His body twisted with
excitement, seeming to revile in the sensation, but suddenly I felt his
lower body pull back slightly from my lips.

     "Does that hurt?" I asked, continuing to stroke his hugely swollen
dick in my hand. His body slowly relaxing, but still breathing hard, I
heard him reply in a low, breathless voice, "No . . . no."

     Increasing the stimulation, I pushed my mouth up between his balls and
inner thighs, licking and sucking the soft skin inside his upper thighs as
I stroked the tender skin on his lower stomach, my fingers moving eagerly
over the warm flesh stretched tightly over his muscular body.

     His breathing soon became even more labored as, his cock pulsing hard
against the sides of my hand, his lower body pushed against my face. Taking
a deep breath, he sighed audibly, his thighs suddenly closing against my
head.
     "Relax," I cautioned him quietly. "It won't take much longer."  I
listened as he tried faintly to rely, but unable to, his body language told
me enough.

     Smiling to myself, I pulled back, gazing at his lower body, hunching
upward into the incredible sensations he was no doubt
experiencing. Noticing the condom was about to slip off his painfully
swollen head of his dick, I pulled it gently off the glistening head,
placing it on the table next to the stool.

     Quickly fascinated by the generous amount of thick, shiny precum
oozing from its large slit and running down the side of its huge, moist
head, I felt compelled to slide my mouth over it. Without thinking, wanting
it so badly, I impulsively licked a taste of his precum and, loving it,
impulsively slid my lips over the thick, moist head, sucking as much of the
shaft up into the hot warmth of my mouth as I could.

     His reaction was instant. His body tensed and, pulling away
involuntarily, his hands gripped my shoulders tightly.

     Pausing, but holding his dick firmly between my lips, I eased my mouth
gently up and down over its thick girth, stopping often when he seemed
agitated, but then continuing again. This continued until, becoming quite
aroused by this apparently exquisite feeling, he began to rub his chest
slowly, occasionally pinching his nipples and moving his hips in rhythm
with the strokes of my mouth.


     Neither of us said or did anything to change the mood of this new,
unexpectedly intense level of sexual intimacy. Loving the taste and texture
of his warm hard dick against my tongue, I sucked as much of it into my
mouth as I could, savoring the pleasure of its sliding inside my mouth,
pressing firmly against my tongue. For a time we both became almost
uncontrollably aroused, but hopefully not so much that he'd cum soon. I
wanted this to last as long as possible.

     Running my hands urgently up and down over his stomach and chest, I
squeezed the muscles of his pecs in my hands, massaging them openly, at
times pinching their hard, prominent nipples as I sucked in long, deep
strokes over his dick, deep-throating it frequently as I moaned loudly.

     Suddenly, his body once more stiffened, his hands holding mine still
on his pecs and then pulling them off.  Then, returning his arms to his
side, he lay motionless on the examining table, giving me no insight into
what he was feeling, except that his excitement was somehow waning, his
dick softening in my mouth.

     Feeling perhaps I'd become too bold, frightening him, I wasn't sure
what to do, but ease off a little. Sliding my hands slowly back down over
his hard, muscular stomach, I held his cock in my mouth, sucking it more
gently as I collected my thoughts. Perhaps my passion, suddenly out of
control, violated the unspoken agreement under which our sexual intimacy
had been allowed. I wasn't sure.

     Neither of us spoke. Relaxing my hands on his body, I increased the
pressure of my still-hungry mouth on his thick and tender meat, massaging
it firmly with my tongue, tenderly caressing his balls in my warm hands and
stroking his soft inner thighs once again in an effort to reassure him.

     In time, I felt his crotch yield gradually to my silently affectionate
touch. Then, accepting it, his body relaxed once more, his cock soon
thrusting openly against my lips and deep into my mouth, in itself a large
concession on his part to my demands. His noticeably swollen dick continued
to thicken in my mouth until it reached enormous size once again, leaking
profusely the clean taste of his precum onto my tongue.


     Afraid he'd cum soon, I slowly pulled off his cock, holding it firmly
in my hand as I sucked gently on his balls and up under his full sack,
moving my full lips against the hugely-swollen balls. Then, trying to calm
myself down, my own cock extremely hard and aching, I moved my face gently
against his meaty crotch, assailed by its male scent, which only aroused me
more.

     I needed to cum. Frustrated, I pulled the waistband of my scrubs down
over my meat, freeing my impossibly hard cock. Stroking it a few times
until I realized I was about to drop my lode.

     Slipping the condom I'd earlier taken off his cock, then partially
onto my achingly hard cock, I stroked it up over my full cock firmly in one
hand.  Then, stroking his thick shaft with the other, I milked the tender,
sensitive head of his cock with my lips, loving the slight tastes of sperm
which he frequently secreted into my mouth.  Exhilarated by this, I knew I
had to have all of his thick sperm, not only this small taste.

     Wanting to take his lode, I decided to cum in the condom myself,
substituting mine as the supposed test sample for which we'd begun our
sexual adventure.

     Pushing him very close to orgasm, I felt his cock flare against the
sides of my lips and his huge shaft jerk against my tongue as I felt his
warm sperm ooze and then spurt forcefully in thick, creamy amounts across
my tongue and into my mouth.

     Tasting its rich fullness against my tongue, I moaned with pure
delight as I felt his hands on the back of my head, holding my mouth firmly
against his cock as he emptied a huge lode of thick, sweet cream
uncontrollably, flooding my tongue.

     Savoring it in my mouth, anticipating what was yet to come, I listened
to his almost painful moans as he panted, his body trembling from the
initial orgasm. Suddenly I felt the unmistakable waves of my own lode
rising inside my groin and spurting heavily from my slit, pulsing long
issues of cum repeatedly into the snug condom.

     His cock twisting inside my mouth, holding back yet another lode, I
worked the condom off my own, placing it on the table next to the stool, as
he grasped the sides of the examining table, trying to contain his
orgasm. Then, spurting one final time into my mouth, his thick sperm gushed
its heavy warmth, some of it moving directly down into my throat.


     Weakened, yet still thrusting inside my mouth, he tried unsuccessfully
to stifle his audible reaction, an intense moaning deep from within his
body. Then, as I felt his body slowly relax against the table, I eased my
mouth off his still firm and swollen cock, his breathing slowly returning
to normal. Lying quietly on the table, he didn't speak, or react in any
way.

    Assuming he was perhaps dozing off, as his breathing seemed to deepen,
I leaned back in the swivel chair, gazing at his impressive naked body,
limp on the examining table. His exhausted meat, literally drained of cum,
hung limp between his spread muscular legs which, in turn, hung loosely
over each side of the table, almost touching the floor.

     Getting up, I dried his moist crotch and, unable to resist, moved my
lips over his sweating meat, sucking the sides of his still swollen cock,
tasting the residue of his unbelievably large orgasms and wondering if I'd
ever have this intense pleasure again. There was a 50/50 chance. Then, as I
watched him stir and lift his feet flat up on the table, his legs bent and
closing painfully once more, he pulled the towel from his eyes, asking
softly if I'd gotten a good sample.

     "Yes," I replied, picking up the condom partially filled with my own
cum and holding it over his head. "I'll send this over first thing in the
morning for analysis."

     Looking at the condom, blinking his eyes in disbelief, he tried to
hide his wonderment by getting off the table, but his legs buckled
slightly.

     "I feel a little weak," he said, looking again at the condom. Smiling
at his reaction, I put it in the fridge. He watched closely, but said
nothing.

     "You'll be all right," I reassured him.

     "And will I need further treatment?" he asked, looking at the floor.
I smiled as he looked up at me under his bent head.

     "Yes," I responded, "I expect so.  Check with me Monday."


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