Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2001 15:23:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Dr. Mike - Medicine Man - Part 1 (Raunch, Scat)

Disclaimer:

The following story is a work of fiction.  It deals with subject matter
that some readers may find objectionable.  Therefore if sex between two
consenting men or scat is offensive to you or if you are under the age
of eighteen, STOP HERE!

Dr. Mike - Medicine Man - Part 1
by Rim4you

Chapter 1

I had seen him often enough jogging past my kitchen window as I sat
drinking my morning coffee.  Promptly at 6:30 a.m., he'd round the
corner and head up the street.  More often than not he'd be wearing
sweats but sometimes he'd have on a pair of flimsy nylon shorts which
did little to hide his bulges.  Only once did he sail past my window
wearing spandex.  What a sight to behold that was!

I could practically set my watch by this jogger.  After dragging myself
out of bed I'd head for the kitchen for that morning cup of java and
before long he'd round that familiar corner.  Glancing at the clock on
the wall, it would always be close to 6:30.

>From what I could see, the jogger was tall, dark haired and I'd guess in
his mid thirties.  On those days that he'd treat me to an appearence
wearing a tank top, I could see that he was nicely built too.  Not
overly muscular.  Needless to say, it was obvious that he kept his body
fit, trim and in shape.  But then again, here in California, who
dosen't?

Practically everyone I know holds a membership with some fitness center.
I got dragged into it by my best friend, Damon.  Now he's a fanatic and
works out daily to my twice a week routine.  But I have to admit, his
workouts paid off handsomely.  He's gorgeous and he knows it!  Seeing
him in the lockeroom after a strenuous workout, stripping out of his
clothes and strutting to the showers is truly a feast for the eyes!  If
Damon only knew what he did for me.  But then again, maybe he does.  The
truth be told, I wouldn't toss Damon out of my bed ... ever.

Chapter 2

"I need to get a physical, Damon.  Know of any good docs in this town?"
I asked.

"Time for the 'ol cough, cough routine, eh Adam?"

"Yeah.  Any suggestions?"

"Why not go to my doc?"

"And who might that be?"

"Dr. Mike.  He's good.  Has an office on Santa Monica boulevard."

"Is he taking new patients?"

"How the heck would I know, Adam?  Just call and find out.  You got
Prudential medical insurance?"

"Yeah."

"Well you're in luck.  Call and make an appointment."

I never liked going to the doctor.  Getting a physical?  Ugh!  Having
some old gezer yanking on my balls and fingering my hole was not my idea
of fun.  Don't get me wrong.  I enjoy having my balls played with and a
finger or two or three up my butt, but ... We all have our standards.
Right?

Luckily, Dr. Mike was accepting new patients and he'd see me Wednesday
morning.

"Now remember, no food or drink after midnight and ..."

The nurse or receptionist's voice droned in my ear.  Was I dumb or
something?  I knew the routine.  I chuckled at the thought of how many
doctors fingered assholes only to discover more than they had bargained
for when they pulled their finger out?  Hmmm!  A way for a patient to
even the score?  I laughed.

"Excuse me?"  Nurse whoever, asked.

"Sorry.  Wednesday morning?  Nine-thirty?  Okey-doke!  I'll be there."

"We'll see you then, Adam."

Like hell she would, I thought as I hung up the phone.  I braced myself
for the inevitable.  An old, bespectacled doctor saying those immortal
words:  "now relax and bend over!"

Chapter 3

DR. MICHAEL SORENSON, M.D.
Internal Medicine

Yep.  That's what the sign said in bold letters on the door.  I wondered
how internal he'd get!  Most likely he was growing riper and riper for
his eternal reward:  DR. MICHAEL SORENSON, R.I.P.

Oh well.  Better to get this over with and on my way.  The sooner the
better.  As usual I was shuffeled around from one room to another.
X-rays in this room.  Blood work in that room and of course, pointed to
the direction of the bathroom by a rather cute guy with the words:

"We'll need a urine sample."

We being the key word.  Why do they always speak in the plural?  I would
have gladly given him my urine sample personally.  But alas ...

In the privacy of a bathroom cubicle I welcomed the opportunity to empty
my bladder.  Aiming my dick into the sample cup I quickly filled it up
adding a good head of froth to the specimen to boot.

The cute guy was waiting to retrieve my goods.  I grinned as I handed it
to him.  He smiled back at me.  Hmmm!  Maybe he gets kinky?  Why
couldn't he have asked me for a semen sample?  That would have been more
enjoyable.

I was finally led to an examining room by a nurse who looked more like a
prison matron!

"The doctor will be in shortly.  You'll want to get undressed."

Did I detect a twinkle in her eye?

"There's a sheet to cover up with," she said.

Alone at last, I slipped out of my clothes.  With just my skivvies on I
hopped up on the examining bench and waited.

"Adam Barton!"  A voice boomed, as the door swung open.  "Good morning.
I'm Doctor Mike."

I glanced up at the man standing before me.  My heart began to pound in
my chest.  I could feel my blood pressure, among other things, on the
rise.

"Doctor Mike?"  I asked, coyly.

"In the flesh," he replied, spreading his arms wide and flashing me a
big smile.  "Your Damon's friend I understand."

"Yes.  I am."

"Terrefic guy.  Damon."  Dr. Mike, said.  "Keeps himself physically
fit."

I stared at Dr. Mike in disbelief.  Was I dreaming?  My visions of an
old geezer quickly dissipated as I looked at my new doctor.  I'd
recognize this man anywhere.  Here was the jogger!  In person and up
close.

A shock of wavy brown hair framed his face.  Deep blue eyes, full lips
and a square jaw that dimpled at the chin completed his facial features.
A neatly trimmed gotee gave him a sexy look.

A quick glance down at his left hand revealed no wedding band.  Not even
a tan line if one had been worn.  Perhaps this was my lucky day.

He was more handsome in person and far more stunning than I could have
ever imagined although I would have preferred him in his sweats as I was
used to seeing him.

I could feel myself perspiring.  My hands were clamy and between my
legs, my dick was twitching and slowly rising.  Perhaps I could use that
to my advantage if I played my cards right.  Here was one 'cough,
cough,' as Damon put it, and rectal exam that I was thoroughly going to
enjoy.

I couldn't help thinking the things I was thinkng as he pulled on
surgical gloves.  Some guys wear gloves when fisting.  Hmmm!  I wonder?

The exam proceded.

"I'll need you to take your briefs down, Adam."  Dr. Mike said, in a
professional tone.

I wondered how he'd say that outside of the office?  I hooked my thumbs
into the waistband of my briefs and slowly tugged them down.  My
semi-erect cock bobbed and my balls swung freely.

A warm, tingly feeling swept over me as I felt Dr. Mike's hand craddle
my balls and felt his warm breath.

"Cough for me, Adam."

I coughed.

"Again."

I coughed again.  Could I have imagined it but wasn't that his fingers
caressing my nut sack?

"And again."

Again I obliged him with another cough and this time my dick jerked
upwards.  It was definitely on the rise.

Dr. Mike released his grip on my balls but before taking his hand away,
I felt his hand on my cock, lifting it up.

"Everything okay down there, doc?"  I asked.

"You can call me Mike and yes, everything down here seems to be
operational judging from the looks of things," he replied, running his
fingers gently along the length of my rising shaft.

"You jog, don't you?"  I asked, trying to strike up a conversation.

"Yeah.  I do.  Why?"

"Up Santa Rosa?"

"Yeah.  That's in my route.  Why?"

"You always seem to round the corner every morning around the time I'm
pouring myself a cup of coffee.  I see you from my kitchen window."

"Well then.  Maybe one morning I could drop by and join you in your
morning coffee, Adam."

"Sure.  That'd be swell."

Where this was all leading I had no idea.  Hopefully to my bed!

Dr. Mike smiled.  Turning, he jotted something down on my chart.  Then
he reached for what I knew to be the KY tube.

"Crisco time?"  I asked, laughing.

"Sure is," he replied, grinning.  "You know the routine, I'm sure."

"Yep!"  I replied.

I slid my briefs down a little more.  Placing my hands on the examining
bench I leaned forward slightly.  Spreading my legs I pushed my ass back
and up so that my asscheeks would part exposing my hole.  I felt lewd.
Hell.  I felt downright horny.  I felt vulnerable but in a willing sort
of way.  The fact that I knew I wasn't exactly squeaky clean back there
only served to excite me even more.

Looking down between my legs I could see that my cock was rock hard.

"It's all yours!"  I said, looking at Dr. Mike over my shoulder.

"Now where have I heard that before?"  he replied, with a sheepish
smile, positioning himself behind me.

"Be gentle with me, doc!"  I giggled.

"Well at least you have a good sense of humor, Adam.  Now, just relax."

I felt his finger swirl the cool gel around my hole.  I could feel my
asshole twitching as it always did whenever touched.  It was a feeling I
enjoyed.

Slowly.  Methodically, Dr. Mike's finger began to slide up my hole.
Unlike any other doctor who just rammed it home, as did some tricks, he
did it in a way that was erotic to say the least.  It wasn't just an in
and out motion either.  Rather it was slow, deep and probing.

It felt so good I let out a brief sigh and instinctively rocked my ass
back.  I could feel the probing digit swirling around the inner walls of
my rectum.

He retracted his finger slightly only to probe again.  Was he finger
fucking me?  I wondered.  Again, he pulled his finger back slightly only
to penetrate once more.
Gently, I rotated my hips and clamped my hole around his finger.  He
paused before continuing his deep probing.

This time I let out an audible gasp.  I was past a mere rectal exam now.
I was turned on.  I slid a hand down between my legs.  Curling my
fingers around my cock I began to stroke it.  At the same time I rocked
back and forth on his finger.

Perceiving a rustling sound and a soft thud, I looked over my shoulder
and down.  My eyes met Dr. Mike's.  He was on his knees.  With one hand
he was massaging his crotch and, of course, with the other, his finger
was still working its magic up my butthole.

"Feels good," I whispered.  "Do you always give your new patients the
royal treatment."

"Hmmmmm!  What's this?"  Dr. Mike said, with a slight moan, working his
finger deep.

"Find something, doc?  A tumor perhaps?" I cooed, pursing my lips.

"We'll have to find out.  Won't we, Adam?"

Slowly, he slid his finger out of my hole.  He held his finger up for me
to see.

"Just as I suspected," he said.  "We have some blockage here."

He passed his finger under his nose and took a whiff.  His actions
turned me on even more.  By now my cock was at full throttle and leaking
pre-cum.  Looking at his gloved finger I knew that I definitely wasn't
clean back there.

"So what's the cure, doc?"  I asked.

"We'll have to do an irrigation.  A cursory one for now and a more
thorough one, say, this evening?"

"Fuck!"  I sighed, pumping my cock.

"Exactly."  Dr. Mike replied, sniffing his finger again and fumbling
with his trousers to release his dick.  "But don't worry, Adam.  Your in
good hands.  Or should I say ..."

"Nice cock!"  I sighed, staring at the thick, hard tool Dr. Mike
extracted from his pants.

"Thank you, Adam," he replied, with a smile.  Only this time, as he
passed his finger under his nose for another whiff of my asshole, he
darted out his tongue and licked his finger.

"You like that?"  I asked, watching him hypnotically.

"Mmmmmm!  Delicious, Adam!"

"So where were you when I had to give a urine sample?"  I asked,
jokingly.

"Oh!  You could say that I was sampling your specimen," he answered,
smacking his lips. "as was Joey."

"Joey?  Who's Joey?"

"That cute stud you were drooling over earlier.  Joey and I ... uh ...
let's just say that we have similar tastes."

Wrapping his lips around his dirty digit, Dr. Mike slid his finger into
his mouth.

"I'm beginning to see that, doc!"  I said.
"Now.  About my blockage problem ..."

"Oh yeah!"  Dr. Mike replied, taking his finger from his mouth and
rubbing brown spittle on his dick.  "We'll begin your treatment now."

Stepping up behind me, he grasped my hips.  I felt the head of his dick
kissing my twitching asshole.  I sighed.

"This is only a preliminary exam, mind you!"  he whispered, penetrating
me.  "I'll irrigate you more thoroughly later this evening.  However,
you're not to evacuate your blockage on your own.  Understand?"

"Whatever you say!"  I moaned, impaling myself on Dr. Mike's cock. "Your
the doctor.  The medicine man!"

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