Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2004 11:05:12 -0600
From: robert brown <rbrown001@cox.net>
Subject: Unspoken Agreement, Part Three

    It took me a few days to recover from the last session I'd had with the
strapping young soldier, but apparently it took him even longer. It had
been at least a week since his second treatment, each day passing with no
sign of him and another one about to end today, as I sat at my desk trying
to finish my patient journal.

    I wondered why I was even giving this guy a thought. I had other
patients, basically all male of course, and I'd enjoyed several very
intimate examinations before, but none that I'd let go as far . . . no way
near as far as I had this latest one.

    The game we played was not new to me. I'd also had older doctors
examine me in the past who, I suspected even then, had much the same
motives in mind as they tediously examined the more intimate areas of my
body.  But not being sure and myself not wanting to carry it further, I'd
neither done anything nor allowed anything too extreme to be done to me.

    I'd also entered into a few unspoken agreements with a few patients
during my residency, but not so far in my practice on a military base.  Why
I had this time was unclear to me.  There was something about this guy that
spoke to me, and not all of it was between his legs.  He was special.

    Mulling this over in my mind, I heard the nurse announce from the door
that she was leaving and the waiting room was empty.  Leaving my door open,
she soon left, turning out the waiting room lights.

    A short time later, as I was about to finish the daily entry, I felt
someone was in the room.  Looking up, I saw the strapping guy's face,
leaning around in the door.

    Smiling, he asked if I were busy, but not waiting for a response, he
said a sign on the clinic door said closed, but it wasn't locked, so he
took a chance I was still here and came in.  Then, stepping inside the
door, he asked if that was all right.

    Smiling, I said sure, I was just finishing up some paper work and going
to leave myself. Then, as a matter of routine, I asked if he was feeling
all right.





     Coming closer to the desk, he said yes, he felt pretty good. The
treatments had helped a lot. Then, unconsciously touching his butt, he said
he was still a little sore, asking if maybe I wanted to check him out.

    Catching me at a vulnerable moment, I leaned back in the chair.
Hesitating for only a second, he started to walk around the desk,
unbuckling his belt, as I told him to shut the door to the waiting room.

    Watching him close the door, I also noticed he instinctively locked
it. Then walking back around the desk, he slowly unbuckled his belt,
standing before me, legs wide apart, as I looked at his full crotch
swelling against his loose fatigues and slowly began to unbutton them and
open his fly.

    When I asked if he were still very sensitive down there, he looked down
at his fatigues as they slipped easily away from his lower body, catching
on the side of the desk as he nodded his head, saying nothing at first,
then saying yes, that was why he had on the jock strap. It helped some,
keeping him from moving around so much against loose shorts.
												
    Looking at the enormously swollen pouch of the worn jock, stretched
thin enough to see through by the amazing amount of meat it was trying to
contain, my heart began to beat rapidly as I slipped my hand under the
mounded bulge, weighing it heavily against the palm of my hand.

    Suddenly trying to cope with a rapidly increasing nervousness building
inside me, I asked if his genitals were still very sensitive.

    Not listening to what he was saying, I slowly moved my hands over the
elastic waist band of his jock, pushing my fingers inside it as I ran them
across the warm skin of his lower stomach, grazing the furry edge of his
thick pubic hair.

    Then pulling down the tight elastic waist band, I lowered it carefully
over his heavy genitals, hesitating slightly as their warm, masculine scent
assaulted my nostrils, and then pulling it slowly underneath his meat, I
watched it fall heavily out of the worn pouch and against the top of my
hands.





     Loving the feel of his meat against my hands, I lowered my mouth
against its warm fullness, pressing my lips firmly against the huge cock,
inhaling deeply the strong scent of his male body.

    His body jerked noticeably as I moved my moist lips slowly against the
velvet soft foreskin, pushing it back over the huge head of his thick cock.

     Sucking it firmly, I soon felt his breathing increase and his hand
gently rest, almost affectionately on the back of my neck, but only for a
second, then pulling away, as shifting his weight on both feet, he gripped
the sides of his fatigues, seeming to be trying to pull them up.

    Moving my hands firmly around and onto the cheeks of his butt, I looked
up at him, wondering what was wrong, as I blocked his attempt with my arms.

    Neither of us spoke, but as I felt him loosen his grip on his pants, I
moved one hand over the desk and pushed off the bright desk light, the only
light then coming in through the partly open examining room door.

    Leaning my head against his lower stomach, my face nuzzled inside his
strongly scented groin, I waited to see how he wanted to play this out,
giving him the lead as I moved my lips lightly against the warmth of his
meat, breathing heavily.

    Soon I heard his voice, saying faintly he was sorry, then mumbling
something rapidly about being touchy, nervous and something about last
night. I couldn't piece it together enough to make any sense, at the time.

    Remaining silent, my only response was to stroke his smooth lower back
and full butt cheeks slowly and reassuringly. Then, as I moved my face over
his full meaty crotch, I lightly kissed and massaged its soft contours with
my lips, until his body relaxed against mine once more, and then I asked if
something had happened to upset him.

    Holding tightly to his firm, muscular lower body, I leaned against him
as he sat on the edge of the desk, beginning to open up to me, telling me
about an encounter he'd had very late last night with one of the guys who
watched him so closely in the showers or any time he was naked and exposed.



    He said he'd had late duty the last few nights and had come back to
barracks past midnight. The room was dark, everyone had been asleep for a
long time.

    Pausing slightly in his story, he went on to say he'd usually skipped a
shower and just crawled into his bunk, but last night, he'd gotten into the
shower first.

    As he soaped his body, he saw the guy come into the shower area, watch
him for a moment, and then pull off his shorts, getting into the shower
with him. Neither of them spoke or pretended to notice the other.

    Usually the guy showered a few feet away from him, looking over at him
often, watching him soap and rinse his body.  But not last night.

    This time the guy boldly showered under the same shower head he was
using. It was not unusual for guys to share a head, but only if it were
crowded, or they were talking about something. Neither of them spoke at
all.

    He said at first, he just ignored the guy, as he usually did.  But as
he was soaping his face and head, he felt the guy's body brush against his
a few times, lingering longer against his each time.  Although he moved
back, eyes still closed and acting as though nothing were happening, the
guy's body seemed to follow him.

    Before long, he felt the hard side of the tiled wall against his hips
and then realized the guy's hand was lightly touching his swollen cock.

    Not knowing exactly what he should do, he did nothing, thinking he'd
soon move his hand away. But as he rinsed the soap from his head, he felt
the same hand firmly squeezing the fullness of his sensitive cock.

    Then realizing the guy was taking his passive reaction to his overtures
as a form of the consent he'd been waiting for, he said he felt his hand
move boldly up under his full sack of balls and, skillfully isolating his
swelling, somewhat hard cock inside his warm hand, stroke its thick girth
erotically with a slow, massaging rhythm.

    Becoming somewhat agitated as he spoke, he said both of them remained
silent, neither making a sound. He said it was almost like an out-of-body
experience.  The only sensation he felt was the hand on his cock, all other
senses were dulled.



    Even the water spraying forcefully from the socket above their heads
seemed silent as it beat relentlessly over his face, his head leaning back
against the tile wall as he felt the guy's hand move erotically over the
very swollen head and down the thick fullness of his dick.

    As the guy pressed his body against him, essentially pinning him
against the wall, he realized his cock had swollen rapidly into a thick,
throbbing shaft and the guy's warm mouth was sliding snugly over his hugely
swollen cock, sucking it with long, urgent strokes until he felt a heavy
load of cum push urgently through his shaft and empty silently from his
groin into the sucking warmth of the guy's mouth, as his lips held it
firmly between their grasp.

    Almost before he knew it, he said it was pretty much over. He felt the
guy's hand stroke his impossibly sensitive dick a few times, milking its
huge head firmly with his strong fingers until it slid from their grasp and
fell heavily back between his thighs, as the guy silently left the shower
area.

    As he'd recounted to me what had happen, his cock had gradually swollen
to enormous size against my cheek as he relived the experience.

    Aroused both by the feel of his cock on my face and the event he'd just
narrated, I moved my mouth over the head of his cock and, perhaps wanting
to reclaim it for myself, I sucked its smooth firmness urgently against the
sides of my mouth, for some reason needing him to cum in my mouth.

    As I sucked perhaps too passionately on his huge dick, his body
stiffened as he moved his hands over my head, holding it still on his cock,
but allowing my tongue and lips to work on the hugely-swollen head of his
cock.

    At first, I wanted his thick, sweet cum badly, sucking as firmly as I
could on just the very swollen head of his huge cock as he moved his groin
into my body, wanting more of his huge cock inside my mouth to ease the
painful pressure.

    Greatly aroused by the control I felt of his enormously thick cock, I
brought him to the verge of orgasm, ready to hold his shaft between my lips
as he emptied his heavy load of cum into my mouth.




     As the head of his cock flared against the tender inner sides of my
mouth and lips, wanting desperately to cum, I suddenly began to visualize
how the guy must have looked and felt as he tasted the soldier's thick
sperm relentlessly cuming in heavy spurts inside his mouth.

    The image of that happening was nauseating to me. Opening my eyes, I
suddenly felt sick at my stomach and, pulling my mouth off his
hugely-swollen shaft, I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my throat, feeling
as if I could vomit.

    As I watched his long, thick cock, close to cuming and swaying out from
his body as if searching for a warm mouth, I noticed a tiny bead of shiny
prostate fluid slowly emerge from the large slit, glistening in the dim
light.

    Looking at me with a puzzled expression, he asked what was wrong and if
I wanted to go into the examination room to finish. But, staring at the
swelling bead of precum, I shook my head no, as it oozed heavily from his
large slit and slid, mixed with traces of cum, slowly down the side of his
head.

    Still confused, he moved off the side of the desk, standing in front me
as he slowly groped his huge balls inside his fingers, massaging the sticky
precum around the tip of his cock with his thumb and stroking his shaft
with it a few times.

    Then, holding the fat, bulging head tightly in his fist, he moved his
dick closer to my lips, asking if I didn't want to finish the treatment. He
was very close to cuming.
    Staring blankly at my desk, I lost control for a second, telling him
sarcastically to save it for his buddy tonight in the shower. Giving that
guy what he wanted was more important to him than what we were doing.

    Confused and frustrated by the pressure of unejaculated sperm building
up in his groin, he became irritated, asking what buddy in the shower.

    Then, as it occurred to him what I was talking about, he immediately
said that would probably never happen again, and besides, it had nothing to
do with the treatments I was giving him for his problem.  That was
something else entirely.
  




    Still very upset, I asked why he'd let him do that to him at all.  He
could have stopped him if he wanted to, so why didn't he.

    He said he didn't know why he let him. He just did. It was something
that just happened last night when it was very late and he was very tired
and sleepy and just wanted to get some sleep.

    When I said nothing in response, he repeated it happened so fast and
was then over, so what difference did it make what they were doing.  What
we were doing was much more important to him. It was therapy, a medical
treatment that would get rid of his prostate condition.

    Looking at the guy, I wondered if he was just putting me on or only
deceiving himself.  Was he just plain stupid or did he think perhaps I was
not only stupid, but incredibly stupid enough to buy his argument.

    Trying not to let my disappointment and anger show, I said in one
respect his experience last night and our treatments did have one thing in
common, and he knew full well what that similarity was.

    But, I hastened to point out, that similarity also had a very
significant difference. At least significant to me.

    Pausing for a moment, I said if what we did was not significant to him
also, I could no longer continue with the treatments, or whatever he wanted
to call them. I had no problem with the game, but I did resent his not
playing by the rules.

    Avoiding looking at me, he frowned, saying loudly he didn't understand
what I was saying, except that I didn't want him to come back any more.

    I said he was wrong in that assumption. I did want him to come
back. I'd waited all week for him to come back. But when he did, I'd been
forced to see there was no real understanding between us.

    At first he looked defiantly at me, then his expression faded and,
looking at the floor, he said nothing more.  We sat in silence for a
moment.




    At some point later, I heard him ask if that meant he couldn't come
back here for any more for treatments . . . or whatever.  Before I could
respond, he said he would do anything I said, if I would still let him come
in for . . . help.

    I said that sounded as if he were proposing an agreement between us,
like a contract of some sort, asking if that was what he meant.  He nodded
his head.

    Thinking a moment, I asked if he wanted to know my terms for accepting
his proposal.  Looking up at me briefly and then looking away, he nodded
his head once more.

    I said if our treatments were to continue, and I wasn't convinced they
should, he would have to accept that no one but the two of us be involved.
If he did, at times, turn to someone else, I did not want to know about it
or even have to think about the possibility.

    Then I asked if an agreement between us meant enough to him that he
could abide by these conditions. He nodded and then said yes, he could.

    Leaning my head back against the chair, I closed my eyes and said we
didn't need to speak about this again, but asking if he had any conditions
he wanted to include in our agreement.

    He was silent for a moment and then, feeling him squat down by the desk
chair, he said softly that he just needed me to be patient with him.

    I didn't respond, giving him time to say all he needed to say.  To my
surprise, he said nothing but, resting his head on my arm, he exhaled
loudly and soon after that, I felt him rubbing his forehead in small
circles against my sleeve.

    Putting my hand on his short-cropped hair, stoking it gently, I said I
would try to be patient with my patient.  Then, as I felt his body begin to
shake with stifled laughter, I realized the humor in what I'd said and
myself began to laugh.

    Standing up next to my chair, his fatigues down around his feet, he
leaned back against the desk and we laughed together.




    Then looking at his naked crotch a foot or so from my face and bulging
with still- swollen meat, I said I felt better, asking if he did.
Squeezing his huge balls a few times, he said no, they were actually more
sore than when he came in.

    As he stood in front of me, I took them gently in my hands and, feeling
their heavy fullness, said we could continue the treatment, unless he had
duty coming up soon. Smiling, he said no, not until later tonight.

    Moving my face down into his full crotch, I pushed my lips against the
side of his dick, moving my mouth up over the fat head, immediately tasting
traces of cum which had leaked earlier from his slit. It was strong and
tasted sweet and a bit salty from the soft skin on his shaft.

    As I sucked down firmly on his rapidly swelling cock, I pulled off
briefly and looked up, surprised to see he was not looking at the wall or
ceiling with eyes tightly closed. He was looking down into my eyes, smiling
faintly as he watched every move I made on his cock.

    Feeling his full balls moving against my warm hand, I again slid my
warm mouth down over his shaft as far as I could, closing my eyes and
moving emotionally into a place of intense sensual pleasure and
gratification, feeling his hands rest on the back of my head and neck,
encouraging and participating in the treatment.

    As he leaned back on the desk, resting on his elbows, I moved my hands
up inside his loose T-shirt, massaging his full pecs, squeezing his full
nipples as I continued to suck his cock with long, sensuous strokes.

    His muscular flesh felt very warm and alive to my fingers as he enjoyed
their movement over his chest. He sighed, then breathing audibly with
pleasure.

    Soon I felt his cock stiffen, thickening enormously in my mouth. I knew
he was very close and would cum soon. Relaxing my mouth on his cock, I
pulled off it slowly, asking if he were ready to cum.  Softly, he said no,
not unless I was.

    Moving my mouth down under his cock, I licked and sucked on his huge
balls, moving my hands up and down the warm, soft skin on both sides of his
powerful body as I did.



    Then pushing my mouth down between his full sack and the soft inner
sides of his thighs, I licked and inhaled their strongly male scent until I
thought my cock was going to push through my the crotch of my scrubs.
Reaching down inside then, I freed my dick to rest against my body and
slightly out from the waist of the scrubs.

    Then moving my mouth down over his rock hard shaft, I stroked my cock
with one hand until it was very close, my balls aching.  Then letting it
go, I focused my attention on his dick which was leaking heavily and ready
to burst its load.

    Sucking just the tip of his head, licking its slit gently, I felt
initially a small amount of sperm leak and then ooze in thick streaks onto
the side of his cock head.

    Wanting badly to taste a fuller load, I sucked the head urgently as a
large amount of creamy sperm emptied over my tongue, his body stiffening
against my face as even more cum spurt successively into my mouth.

    He moaned loudly from the intense pleasure he felt releasing it. Then,
as he held the back of my head, begging me to ease up a little, I felt a
second large load gush onto my tongue, filling my mouth with his strong,
sweet cum.

    Both of us very excited by the other's reaction, we squeezed the
other's body wherever our hands touched, twisting and squeezing the flesh
as we released amazingly high levels of sexual energy.

    Sitting on just the edge of the desk, leaning his body down over my
back, he rubbed my back urgently as I swallowed his sperm, sucking the
smaller amounts which continued for some time to ooze and spurt gently from
his cock.

    Then as I pulled off his red and very sensitive cock, watching as his
foreskin move slowly back over the moist, glistening head, he pulled back
off my body, sitting upright on the desk as I leaned back in the chair,
opening my legs.

    Suddenly I felt his hand push inside the waist band of my scrubs and,
holding my hard cock firmly, he tried to contain in his hand the flow of
cum which was and had been spilling out of the head of my cock. I let him
stroke it for awhile, but the sensitivity was too painful. I had to hold
his hand still on my dick, until I stopped cuming.


    Moments later, neither of us spoke, as I handed him a damp towel and
used another to clean up myself a bit.  He seemed to do the same.

    Then, wiping some cum stains from my scrubs, I went into the small,
adjacent bathroom. He soon followed and, as we both pissed into the toilet
bowl, we smiled at each other but said very little.

    He did say he needed to get ready for night duty. Looking at me from
the corner of his eye, he said tonight he'd shower before he went on
duty. I smiled, nodding my head, but said nothing.

    As far as I ever knew, our agreement was valid until he was
transferred.