Date: Sun, 24 May 2009 08:38:41 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Buns Warmer, Part One" Part Jay Roberts    Gay Urination, raunch

+++No this is not a story about a bread chef.  It is another of my
disgracefully dark tales about the gay minority.  If you are under 18, your
parents, your teachers, your community and ME do not want you here.  Mark
time until you are older.


I am a newly minted proctologist, a 24 year-old ass gazer, to tell the
truth.  I think I chose this specialty because I love buns, half peaches,
ass cheeks, backsides and other names you can add yourself.  I also admire,
seek, and enjoy stimulating that secret place that all men keep hidden from
view, but think about often, the ass hole.

Yes, I ended up with my medical specialty of ends because I am an ass man.
Do you think dentists are oral sex lovers; foot doctors love feet and so
on?  Who knows?

Now my practice is in a small town.  Naturally I get cases of oldsters who
are worried about their prostate enlargement.  I have used an old remedy
that is now out of favor, but I like it, prostate massage.  They seem to
love it also and many of my forty year-old cuties moan their appreciation
and leave me a gratuity of a large wet spot on my examining table paper
cover.

My favorite patients are the ones sent over by the Central High School
Nurse.  OMG, those are asses for framing and to put in a museum.  Those
side dimples, those rosy hairless ones, or those slightly fuzzy ones, the
muscular halves and even the big rounded fat ones are appealing.

I won't leave out the great boy cunts either.  Some are faintly hairy.  I
like the red heads and blonds.  Some are totally hairless.  Some have areas
of tannish skin, others unpigmented.  The pucker can be very definite and
protruding like a kissing mouth, or flat and almost smooth.  I like and
accept all ass holes equally.

Right now I am finished for the day.  I live upstairs.  I mixed a double
Martini and sat back on my recliner chair and thought back over the
patients at the end of the day.  A young father came in with his teenage
son.  I had seen Jerry Warner, the dad, several times and treated his
prostate.  He picked out a sport's magazine and handed to his son.  "Billy
have a seat, I won't be too long," he said.  The boy grunted.  He had that
sullenness you find in some eighteen-year olds.  He was a handsome kid, a
younger version of Jerry.  How can I describe the dad? Well, he was well
built, slim, a full head of light brown curly hair framing his unusually
sparkly eyes.  His handsome features made him look like Billy's older
brother.

"Come in Jerry.  Use the booth and strip and grab a gown from the hook."

How I loved those gowns.  No matter how the guy tried to tie it, it always
exposed his body below the waist.  It didn't make too much difference,
because usually the patient had to remove it, or at least allow me to open
it, so I could examine him.

It was like opening a Christmas present.  Jerry's ass, exposed, as it was
as he leaned over the examining table seemed to glow in the overhead
examination light.  His position allowed him to relax his ass cheeks and
his pretty ass hole was clearly revealed to my hot eyes.

It was a beauty.  Pink, but saved from being feminine by the fine hair that
lined his ass crack.  "Any problems lately?" I asked to distract him as I
slipped on rubber gloves.  The poor guy began to show sheen of sweat on his
back, as he always did, when he heard the gloves going on.  What he didn't
know is that I only donned one glove.  The hand that I would actually use
for the pupations was left naked so that I could enjoy myself.

His buttocks clenched cutely, (he was such a macho man, so afraid of having
his ass penetrated.  I held one muscular cheek away, making access to his
hole easier and slipped a finger inside and felt for the prostate.  He
sighed, maybe happily.  We never discussed his feelings.  As for me, I
immediately threw a hard erection.  I always did at this point.

"Good news Jerry.  Our treatments are working.  It's much smaller and
firmer."  I rubbed my finger back and forth as I spoke.

"Doc" he grunted.  "I'm afraid if you keep doing that, I might spill over
as I did last time."

"That's perfect natural fella.  An examination ought not to be all boring.
Now I'll commence the massage."

His ass rose up slightly.  I bet he didn't even realize that he was trying
to get me to go deeper.  I finger was already resting against his hot
button.  I pressed and relaxed, rubbed and stroked.  He was more relaxed
from having this procedure before.  He seemed to drop his shyness.  "Yeah
Doc.  That's good.  Keep it up.  I know this treatment is working.  Yeah,
ooh, uh-oh."

That last was because he felt his cock getting stiff and leaky.  I
continued the massage.  I could see his tongue lolling out a bit and he was
salivating.  Soon his eyes began to roll upward and his mouth twist into a
grimace.  I knew he was on his way to heaven.  I put one hand under his
balls and felt his hard on going right to his ass hole.  Now that area
began to pulsate.  The boy was going to unload momentarily.  I grabbed his
balls and moved them from side to side.  Boy did that do it.  He actually
began cooing in pleasure and fucking my examining table.  I ought to double
my fee.  In a few minutes he quieted down.  I slapped his meaty ass.  "Okay
Jerry, It's over.  You're a good patient.  Get dressed and see me in my
office."

When he left, I cracked open the door.  I could see Billy reading a
magazine, but it wasn't a sport's one, it was one of those physique health
ones with half naked guys posing.  Oh shit, Billy must be gay, too bad he's
not my patient.

I just got into my office and sat down when Jerry all dressed and parental
told me that he wondered if I could treat his son.  I looked at my watch.
"Well it's a little late.  I usually close at this time, but since you are
a good patient, I can't refuse." (Aren't I noble?)

 ---this is the end of part one.
       Part two continues with Jerry's son Billy.
       I'm sure glad I studied medicine.