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Best-Friend Fantasy Comes True
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I'm go good at predicting what will happen. Our writer does know how to let us know that serendipity is a wonderful quality to have in matters sexual; one never quite knows what to expect when the unexpected opportunity unfolds.
Restraining as the environments from which these young guys come, it is refreshing to have some of
them going where they never before dared to dream of going sexually. Getting a blow job from a German, who makes clear that he does not consider himself gay, emboldens Stu to enjoy Ezekiel's uncut cock in his own mouth. Experience has a way of sending one's learning curve up fast.
The question I ask myself is: could I have been as primed as Stu to lose my virginity on both sides of my sexuality in so short a time as Stu manages to do it?
Restraining as the environments from which these young guys come, it is refreshing to have some of
them going where they never before dared to dream of going sexually. Getting a blow job from a German, who makes clear that he does not consider himself gay, emboldens Stu to enjoy Ezekiel's uncut cock in his own mouth. Experience has a way of sending one's learning curve up fast.
The question I ask myself is: could I have been as primed as Stu to lose my virginity on both sides of my sexuality in so short a time as Stu manages to do it?
sfcfml
On the Prowl
Part XVI
Dr. Fitzgerald's brown hair seemed to trail behind her as Jay handed me the Sports Illustrated so he could follow the physician back toward the area where his baseball physical was to take place. The doctor directed the 18-year-old to a hallway scale and asked him to kick off his shoes. The ballplayer complied and bit his bottom lip as the 30-something physician let her forearm brush his cheek while reaching to determine his weight. I stood a few steps back and thought how the doctor's blouse was showing off her tits more than Jay's size-too-big Levi's were showing off his ass.
"165 pounds. And turn around please Jay."
Jay did a 180 so the doctor could measure his height. I stole a glance at the Freshmen's button fly as Dr. Fitzgerald declared the athlete to be 5-foot-10. "And let's see, you're 18 ..."
"Yep."
"And playing baseball?"
"Shortstop, mostly."
"So do you have much body contact?"
"What do you mean?"
"Physical contact -- run into other players, dive for balls ..." Dr. Fitzgerald jiggled Jay's forearm playfully as she continued. "... Situations where your body gets jarred?"
"Yeah. Sometimes."
"Well, then, you can actually stand to gain a few pounds, Jay." Dr. Fitzgerald patted the Freshmen's pecs as he blushed and explained he had been jogging as of late and had lost a little weight. The physician confirmed as much as she took the liberty of tugging up his jeans.
When Jay could tell Dr. Fitzgerald was done with him on the scale, he bent over to put his shoes back on but she told him they'd be coming off momentarily anyway so he might as well just carry them down the hall. The three of us then passed two empty exam rooms on the way to the third where Dr. Fitzgerald patted the white paper where Jay was to take a seat. He climbed aboard and swung his legs nervously as Dr. Fitzgerald pulled a stool to her little desk to scrutinize the sports physical checklist he -- well, I -- had brought. I had two chairs to choose from: one next to the doctor's desk and the other directly facing the end of the table.
The latter chair seemed like the reasonable choice. I took a seat and noticed how Jay's jeans were much tighter when he was seated with his crotch right in front of me.
After Dr. Fitzgerald was done reading the form, she directed me to wait in the hall for a few minutes so she could ask Jay a few questions. I could hear voices through the door but no specific conversation, so I fantasized about what might lie ahead but also realized the doctor would do much to maintain Jay's privacy despite the mandate that a male "chaperone" be present. Three minutes later Dr. Fitzgerald waved me in and told us she'd be back momentarily. I took a seat and peered over the Sports Illustrated as Jay slipped out of his shirt, ripped open the button-fly jeans with a single jerk of the hand, stepped out of pants, and tossed them on the chair next to the doctor's desk.
"Wow, I can't believe this."
Neither could I, but I tried to play it cool. "What's that, Jay?"
"A girl, a lady doctor." Jay pulled the elastic band away from his waist and looked down. "Shit. I hope I can, you know ..."
"What?"
The white paper crinkled as the ballplayer positioned his butt back on the foot of the exam table. He uttered a "you know" as he moved his hand outward from his crotch as if his palm were being pushed by a rapidly growing, 18-inch-long erection. I responded with an "Oh, right" and realized that keeping control was going to be an immense challenge for me too, even if the "turn your head and cough" was a spectacle I would only hear and not actually see.
Jay peered under his undies again to proclaim that he was "OK now," but as he dropped the elastic band I gazed at the white-cotton pouch and realized that the doctor was going to have plenty to examine even if Jay stayed soft. I had never seen Jay's penis in the flesh. Today I probably wouldn't either. But the doctor would, the lady doctor, and just the thought of that made me excited.
I tried to focus on Sports Illustrated instead of poor Jay in his briefs, but it was near the end of baseball season and the Major Leaguers looked hot. So, of course, did Jay as he sat nearly naked and scanned the room while awaiting Dr. Fitzgerald's re-entry.
Then, a knock, and a 30-something brunette with long hair. For some reason Dr. Fitzgerald had left the white coat behind and was just wearing her low-cut blue blouse and tight-fitting slacks. Jay struggled not to look at her breasts as I watched the exam's beginnings unfold. The doctor began with Jay's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. When she put the instrument away, Jay straightened his torso and puffed himself up to prepare his body for what he knew was next. Over the top of my magazine I could see the brunette doctor touch the ballplayer's neck, then shoulders, then back. She was tender and thorough. The Freshmen held his lips tight as Dr. Fitzgerald moved her body to the right side of Jay's naked thigh and held a stethoscope to his pecs, midsection, and back. Deep breaths, in and out. They came a little uneasily for the ballplayer.
Dr. Fitzgerald crossed in front and stood between Jay's spread knees, her vagina perhaps a foot from his scrotum. Although she had obscured my view, she had given Jay a nice glimpse down her blouse.
"You doing OK, Jay?"
"Just a little nervous, I guess."
"Nothing to be nervous about. I've done tons of these."
When Dr. Fitzgerald returned to her desk to make notes on the sports physical checklist, Jay swung his bare legs nervously in a way that seemed to draw attention to his package. I held Sports Illustrated squarely in front of my face, but when I heard the doctor pull out the exam table's extension I lowered the magazine and got a direct view of the the bottom of the athlete's bare feet and the white mound between his legs.
"Lift your arms, Jay." The ballplayer did as he was told so Dr. Fitzgerald could look at his armpits.
"Good. This hurt? This? This? This?" Jay must've been nodding no as the brunette seemed to be probing lower into his six-pack. I felt my dick stir as the doctor lifted Jay's waistband perhaps three inches and used her other hand to probe a little deeper. "And right here, that feel OK?"
"Ah, yeah, I guess."
"And here?"
"Yes. Sorry."
"No worries, Jay. You're doing fine. Relax. Let's just check your flexibility." As the doctor moved to Jay's side to assess the joints in his knees and hips, the ballplayer just couldn't stay quiet.
"I'm really sorry about that."
"About what."
Jay lifted his reddened face from the exam table and nodded toward the tent in his crotch. "That."
"Oh, you're fine."
Dr. Fitzgerald pushed in the footrest, told Jay he could sit up, and returned to her desk as I put the magazine squarely in front of my face. But when I stole a glance, there was no question that a thick tube had developed in Jay's briefs and was pointing toward his muscular left thigh.
I heard Dr. Fitzgerald mutter a "Hmm, interesting" before she rose from the stool, stood in front of me, opened a drawer but then closed it, and then pulled out a ledge for Jay's feet. "OK, Jay, stand up please." Jay looked past his concealed erection to see where his feet were landing. Remarkably, Dr. Fitzgerald was at Jay's right side as she gave the ultimate direction.
"And push down your shorts."
I couldn't resist. I dropped the magazine and looked squarely into Jay's Jay brown eyes. They were wide. He made an "oh" sound with his mouth, as if to say, "Oh, shit!"
There was no question that Dr. Fitzgerald knew Jay was hard. Jay must've figured she'd stand between us and thwart my attempt to see the ballplayer's penis for the very first time, especially given his current state of arousal. I thought so too. But she didn't move, and eventually the student-athlete had no choice but to push down the elastic just a bit to reveal brown pubic hair. He paused before going any further, but then revealed the first inch, then second inch, then third inch, and fourth inch of his naked erection. Finally the ballplayer gave up and fished out the rest of the inches -- from the looks of it, three -- with his right hand as he used his left to slide the white briefs to just above his knees.
And there, finally, right here, in front of me, with the doctor out of the way, was Jay, the ballplayer whose pose in the jersey and 501s had been the subject of at least a dozen of my jack-off fantasies. Jay was nude. Well, his briefs were just above his knees, but he was close enough to nude. And hard. Well, almost. He was in that marvelous state of erect when a guy's pretty much at full length but not at full mast. The organ was more perfect than I had imagined -- long, healthy, cut, and thick. He seemed larger than life.
Jay said something about "not believing" something or other, but Dr. Fitzgerald ignored him and stood between us as she continued her examination with remarks such as "let's take a look here, "OK, good," and "you're doing fine."
My view had been obscured, but in a way I was relieved. Jay had endured enough of my gazing, and it was time for me to just focus on the Sports Illustrated that I--
Then, remarkably, Dr. Fitzgerald moved to Jay's right side side to give me an incredible view of a young man whose now fully erect penis had obviously just been felt up by a female examiner's slender hands. The underside was red from arousal and the organ throbbed toward his belly with each rapid beat of his heart as Dr. Fitzgerald prepared the 18-year-old for a testicular examination. She began with the right, which was easy to access with his penis out of the way. When she moved to the left, Jay grasped his erect tool as if to conceal it but the head extended at least two inches from the end of his fist.
"Cough." He did. "Cough again." He did again. Jay's face was red, both from coughing and complete embarrassment.
At this point, I was completely hard myself. I gasped when I saw that my 5.5 inches had deposited some drops of precum on my shorts that had been left unprotected by boxers. All I had to conceal my crotch was the Sports Illustrated, but I needed that to hide my face. Besides, the leakage wasn't that bad, and Jay's physical was basically over, and next the doc would just ask him to pull up his shorts, and she'd leave the room and we'd shoot the shit as he got dressed, and we'd be--"
"OK, Jay, almost done."
The word "almost" resonated in my brain.
"Just step out of the shorts now please."
"Out?!" Jay couldn't believe it. Neither could I!
"Yes, please."
Jay addressed the doctor in a pathetic, pleading voice. "Aren't we done?"
"The checklist you brought requires me to do a rectal."
"Rectal?"
"Your bottom. Your butt."
"My butt?"
"That's what the form says. Not a big deal, just need to take a look down there, for unusual skin conditions and such. Don't have to do any more than that at this age unless I find something--"
"But I--"
"Jay." Dr. Fitzgerald was beginning to lose her patience with the late-afternoon patient. "It'll be easier if you just step out of your underwear at this point. Please."
"How do you--"
Dr. Fitzgerald patted the exam table and told Jay she needed him "up here." The shortstop sat as he peeled off his briefs, and when he turned 90 degrees to toss them on top of his jeans I could see that his erection was subsiding but that his testicles were starting to pool on the exam table's white paper. It was, after all, a hot day, and it only seemed to be getting hotter in the exam room. Literally.
"And up you go."
"Up I go?"
"On your hands and knees, please."
I rubbed my eyes behind the Sports Illustrated and could not stand to watch as Jay awkwardly positioned himself in the most compromising position imaginable. Once the sound of crinkling paper had subsided, I stole a glance as Dr. Fitzgerald reopened the drawer to fish out a latex glove. I couldn't believe it. I about creamed my pants at the site of the ballplayer's testicles dangling helplessly in front of my face. This balls swung back and forth as Dr. Fitzgerald told Jay to scoot closer to the end of the exam table and positioned a light to the side of the young man's anus and retrieved her rolling stool so she could sit for the examination. Then she sat, and above the doctor's head I had a perfect view of the physician scrutinizing the 18-year-old's anus.
"Good. Spread your knees a little more." Jay's balls swayed side to side in the late summer heat as he struggled to get comfortable. Dr. Fitzgerald followed her visual examination with a pause.
"Hmm. A little irritation. You washing down here? Really good? In the shower?"
"Ah, yes."
"Hmmm. It just looks a little--"
"What?"
"Jay, I can see that-- Hold tight."
Jay looked sideways as Dr. Fitzgerald grabbed a tube out of the drawer and started applying its contents to her index finger. She said something about the air conditioning going off by itself at 4:30 and then uttered that "we don't usually do these on men your age, but for reasons ..."
The brunette physician dabbed at the opening to the young man's anus and apologized for it feeling "a little cold, particularly in this weather." Then the physician explained that she was going to give Jay an interior rectal exam, and that she figured it was his first.
Jay whimpered that she was right.
"OK, hang tight."
Dr. Fitzgerald stood from the stool and placed her left plam on Jay's thigh. I couldn't quite see, but she must've guided her finger into the Freshmen ballplayer's tight hole. I heard an "Ah!" and a young man's rapid, shallow breaths.
"Breathe normally, Jay."
He was trying.
"I'm just checking for injury-- abnormalities." The doctor moved to the side just a little, enough for me to get a view of what it looks like when a doctor puts her finger inside a college shortstop's rectum. The physician seemed to brush her right breast against Jay's muscular left buttock as she turned her finger 180 degrees and continued to explain herself.
"Jay, I can tell that you have, ah, been experimenting with your bottom."
"Well, it's when I--"
"You needn't say anything more." He didn't, and she didn't, not until she had fished her finger out of Jay's butt. The ballplayer stayed frozen on all fours as she cleaned the lube from his hole and wiped a couple globs from his testicles too. From my vantage point there was no sign of his penis.
"You can sit back around, Jay."
I drew the magazine back to my face as Jay began the awkward process of getting of off all fours to sit on the end of the exam table. My own crotch was bulging as much as it ever had, but I had to keep the magazine in front of my face. I had to. There was no question that Jay would see that I was hard, if he found reason to look. What would he think? What would he say? What would I say?
As Dr. Fitzgerald retrieved Jay's briefs, I stole a glance and saw that he was again 100 percent hard, with his erection pointing well past his navel and into his muscled abs. The student-athlete eagerly accepted the skimpy garment with open hands and stayed seated as he slipped them over his feet, up his shins and thighs, and finally back over his crotch. At that point, with the trip to the doctor basically done, I dropped the Sports Illustrated on my lap.
And then Dr. Fitzgerald retrieved the tube of lube and held in front of Jay and said words I will never forget:
"Jay, if you're going to play down there, use something like this. Make sense?"
Jay, relieved that he was no longer naked, said that it make perfect sense and asked whether he could go.
"All done. Thanks Stu."
"No sweat, doc."
I watched Jay retrieve his 501s. I wanted nothing more than to rip down my pants and blow a load all over the leg of Jay's jeans. But the doctor was watching me.
"Stu?"
"Yes, doctor."
"You OK? You look a little flushed."
"I'm fine."
"You sure? Seriously. You feel OK?"
"Sure. Just need something to eat I think. Or maybe it's the heat."
Jay was buttoning up his pants as the physician inquired about my own doctoring habits. I said I hadn't been to the doctor for a while, maybe a couple years, but I felt fine, and that since I was not an athlete no sports physical was required.
"Well, I really shouldn't let you out of here--"
"No, really."
"I mean, you've been so helpful today. I'm sure Jay is appreciative."
All the ballplayer said was that he was glad it was over.
"I have to work late tonight anyway to catch up on paperwork. So I'm in no rush. Stu, why don't I pay you back for your time by giving you a once-over. It won't take long."
"But I thought you said a chaperone had to--"
"Jay, do you mind?"
He was all dressed, except for his right shoe. "No, guess not."
I lifted the Sports Illustrated and stole a glance at my crotch. I was soft, but wet. And also freeballing. Not exactly the proper attire for a 19-year-old's physical.
"See, the thing is, I'm not--"
"Jay, why don't you step out for a couple minutes. I'll just ask Stu some questions, and then you can do for him what he did for you. OK, Stu?"
"Well, OK."
Dr. Fitzgerald's brown hair seemed to trail behind her as Jay handed me the Sports Illustrated so he could follow the physician back toward the area where his baseball physical was to take place. The doctor directed the 18-year-old to a hallway scale and asked him to kick off his shoes. The ballplayer complied and bit his bottom lip as the 30-something physician let her forearm brush his cheek while reaching to determine his weight. I stood a few steps back and thought how the doctor's blouse was showing off her tits more than Jay's size-too-big Levi's were showing off his ass.
"165 pounds. And turn around please Jay."
Jay did a 180 so the doctor could measure his height. I stole a glance at the Freshmen's button fly as Dr. Fitzgerald declared the athlete to be 5-foot-10. "And let's see, you're 18 ..."
"Yep."
"And playing baseball?"
"Shortstop, mostly."
"So do you have much body contact?"
"What do you mean?"
"Physical contact -- run into other players, dive for balls ..." Dr. Fitzgerald jiggled Jay's forearm playfully as she continued. "... Situations where your body gets jarred?"
"Yeah. Sometimes."
"Well, then, you can actually stand to gain a few pounds, Jay." Dr. Fitzgerald patted the Freshmen's pecs as he blushed and explained he had been jogging as of late and had lost a little weight. The physician confirmed as much as she took the liberty of tugging up his jeans.
When Jay could tell Dr. Fitzgerald was done with him on the scale, he bent over to put his shoes back on but she told him they'd be coming off momentarily anyway so he might as well just carry them down the hall. The three of us then passed two empty exam rooms on the way to the third where Dr. Fitzgerald patted the white paper where Jay was to take a seat. He climbed aboard and swung his legs nervously as Dr. Fitzgerald pulled a stool to her little desk to scrutinize the sports physical checklist he -- well, I -- had brought. I had two chairs to choose from: one next to the doctor's desk and the other directly facing the end of the table.
The latter chair seemed like the reasonable choice. I took a seat and noticed how Jay's jeans were much tighter when he was seated with his crotch right in front of me.
After Dr. Fitzgerald was done reading the form, she directed me to wait in the hall for a few minutes so she could ask Jay a few questions. I could hear voices through the door but no specific conversation, so I fantasized about what might lie ahead but also realized the doctor would do much to maintain Jay's privacy despite the mandate that a male "chaperone" be present. Three minutes later Dr. Fitzgerald waved me in and told us she'd be back momentarily. I took a seat and peered over the Sports Illustrated as Jay slipped out of his shirt, ripped open the button-fly jeans with a single jerk of the hand, stepped out of pants, and tossed them on the chair next to the doctor's desk.
"Wow, I can't believe this."
Neither could I, but I tried to play it cool. "What's that, Jay?"
"A girl, a lady doctor." Jay pulled the elastic band away from his waist and looked down. "Shit. I hope I can, you know ..."
"What?"
The white paper crinkled as the ballplayer positioned his butt back on the foot of the exam table. He uttered a "you know" as he moved his hand outward from his crotch as if his palm were being pushed by a rapidly growing, 18-inch-long erection. I responded with an "Oh, right" and realized that keeping control was going to be an immense challenge for me too, even if the "turn your head and cough" was a spectacle I would only hear and not actually see.
Jay peered under his undies again to proclaim that he was "OK now," but as he dropped the elastic band I gazed at the white-cotton pouch and realized that the doctor was going to have plenty to examine even if Jay stayed soft. I had never seen Jay's penis in the flesh. Today I probably wouldn't either. But the doctor would, the lady doctor, and just the thought of that made me excited.
I tried to focus on Sports Illustrated instead of poor Jay in his briefs, but it was near the end of baseball season and the Major Leaguers looked hot. So, of course, did Jay as he sat nearly naked and scanned the room while awaiting Dr. Fitzgerald's re-entry.
Then, a knock, and a 30-something brunette with long hair. For some reason Dr. Fitzgerald had left the white coat behind and was just wearing her low-cut blue blouse and tight-fitting slacks. Jay struggled not to look at her breasts as I watched the exam's beginnings unfold. The doctor began with Jay's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. When she put the instrument away, Jay straightened his torso and puffed himself up to prepare his body for what he knew was next. Over the top of my magazine I could see the brunette doctor touch the ballplayer's neck, then shoulders, then back. She was tender and thorough. The Freshmen held his lips tight as Dr. Fitzgerald moved her body to the right side of Jay's naked thigh and held a stethoscope to his pecs, midsection, and back. Deep breaths, in and out. They came a little uneasily for the ballplayer.
Dr. Fitzgerald crossed in front and stood between Jay's spread knees, her vagina perhaps a foot from his scrotum. Although she had obscured my view, she had given Jay a nice glimpse down her blouse.
"You doing OK, Jay?"
"Just a little nervous, I guess."
"Nothing to be nervous about. I've done tons of these."
When Dr. Fitzgerald returned to her desk to make notes on the sports physical checklist, Jay swung his bare legs nervously in a way that seemed to draw attention to his package. I held Sports Illustrated squarely in front of my face, but when I heard the doctor pull out the exam table's extension I lowered the magazine and got a direct view of the the bottom of the athlete's bare feet and the white mound between his legs.
"Lift your arms, Jay." The ballplayer did as he was told so Dr. Fitzgerald could look at his armpits.
"Good. This hurt? This? This? This?" Jay must've been nodding no as the brunette seemed to be probing lower into his six-pack. I felt my dick stir as the doctor lifted Jay's waistband perhaps three inches and used her other hand to probe a little deeper. "And right here, that feel OK?"
"Ah, yeah, I guess."
"And here?"
"Yes. Sorry."
"No worries, Jay. You're doing fine. Relax. Let's just check your flexibility." As the doctor moved to Jay's side to assess the joints in his knees and hips, the ballplayer just couldn't stay quiet.
"I'm really sorry about that."
"About what."
Jay lifted his reddened face from the exam table and nodded toward the tent in his crotch. "That."
"Oh, you're fine."
Dr. Fitzgerald pushed in the footrest, told Jay he could sit up, and returned to her desk as I put the magazine squarely in front of my face. But when I stole a glance, there was no question that a thick tube had developed in Jay's briefs and was pointing toward his muscular left thigh.
I heard Dr. Fitzgerald mutter a "Hmm, interesting" before she rose from the stool, stood in front of me, opened a drawer but then closed it, and then pulled out a ledge for Jay's feet. "OK, Jay, stand up please." Jay looked past his concealed erection to see where his feet were landing. Remarkably, Dr. Fitzgerald was at Jay's right side as she gave the ultimate direction.
"And push down your shorts."
I couldn't resist. I dropped the magazine and looked squarely into Jay's Jay brown eyes. They were wide. He made an "oh" sound with his mouth, as if to say, "Oh, shit!"
There was no question that Dr. Fitzgerald knew Jay was hard. Jay must've figured she'd stand between us and thwart my attempt to see the ballplayer's penis for the very first time, especially given his current state of arousal. I thought so too. But she didn't move, and eventually the student-athlete had no choice but to push down the elastic just a bit to reveal brown pubic hair. He paused before going any further, but then revealed the first inch, then second inch, then third inch, and fourth inch of his naked erection. Finally the ballplayer gave up and fished out the rest of the inches -- from the looks of it, three -- with his right hand as he used his left to slide the white briefs to just above his knees.
And there, finally, right here, in front of me, with the doctor out of the way, was Jay, the ballplayer whose pose in the jersey and 501s had been the subject of at least a dozen of my jack-off fantasies. Jay was nude. Well, his briefs were just above his knees, but he was close enough to nude. And hard. Well, almost. He was in that marvelous state of erect when a guy's pretty much at full length but not at full mast. The organ was more perfect than I had imagined -- long, healthy, cut, and thick. He seemed larger than life.
Jay said something about "not believing" something or other, but Dr. Fitzgerald ignored him and stood between us as she continued her examination with remarks such as "let's take a look here, "OK, good," and "you're doing fine."
My view had been obscured, but in a way I was relieved. Jay had endured enough of my gazing, and it was time for me to just focus on the Sports Illustrated that I--
Then, remarkably, Dr. Fitzgerald moved to Jay's right side side to give me an incredible view of a young man whose now fully erect penis had obviously just been felt up by a female examiner's slender hands. The underside was red from arousal and the organ throbbed toward his belly with each rapid beat of his heart as Dr. Fitzgerald prepared the 18-year-old for a testicular examination. She began with the right, which was easy to access with his penis out of the way. When she moved to the left, Jay grasped his erect tool as if to conceal it but the head extended at least two inches from the end of his fist.
"Cough." He did. "Cough again." He did again. Jay's face was red, both from coughing and complete embarrassment.
At this point, I was completely hard myself. I gasped when I saw that my 5.5 inches had deposited some drops of precum on my shorts that had been left unprotected by boxers. All I had to conceal my crotch was the Sports Illustrated, but I needed that to hide my face. Besides, the leakage wasn't that bad, and Jay's physical was basically over, and next the doc would just ask him to pull up his shorts, and she'd leave the room and we'd shoot the shit as he got dressed, and we'd be--"
"OK, Jay, almost done."
The word "almost" resonated in my brain.
"Just step out of the shorts now please."
"Out?!" Jay couldn't believe it. Neither could I!
"Yes, please."
Jay addressed the doctor in a pathetic, pleading voice. "Aren't we done?"
"The checklist you brought requires me to do a rectal."
"Rectal?"
"Your bottom. Your butt."
"My butt?"
"That's what the form says. Not a big deal, just need to take a look down there, for unusual skin conditions and such. Don't have to do any more than that at this age unless I find something--"
"But I--"
"Jay." Dr. Fitzgerald was beginning to lose her patience with the late-afternoon patient. "It'll be easier if you just step out of your underwear at this point. Please."
"How do you--"
Dr. Fitzgerald patted the exam table and told Jay she needed him "up here." The shortstop sat as he peeled off his briefs, and when he turned 90 degrees to toss them on top of his jeans I could see that his erection was subsiding but that his testicles were starting to pool on the exam table's white paper. It was, after all, a hot day, and it only seemed to be getting hotter in the exam room. Literally.
"And up you go."
"Up I go?"
"On your hands and knees, please."
I rubbed my eyes behind the Sports Illustrated and could not stand to watch as Jay awkwardly positioned himself in the most compromising position imaginable. Once the sound of crinkling paper had subsided, I stole a glance as Dr. Fitzgerald reopened the drawer to fish out a latex glove. I couldn't believe it. I about creamed my pants at the site of the ballplayer's testicles dangling helplessly in front of my face. This balls swung back and forth as Dr. Fitzgerald told Jay to scoot closer to the end of the exam table and positioned a light to the side of the young man's anus and retrieved her rolling stool so she could sit for the examination. Then she sat, and above the doctor's head I had a perfect view of the physician scrutinizing the 18-year-old's anus.
"Good. Spread your knees a little more." Jay's balls swayed side to side in the late summer heat as he struggled to get comfortable. Dr. Fitzgerald followed her visual examination with a pause.
"Hmm. A little irritation. You washing down here? Really good? In the shower?"
"Ah, yes."
"Hmmm. It just looks a little--"
"What?"
"Jay, I can see that-- Hold tight."
Jay looked sideways as Dr. Fitzgerald grabbed a tube out of the drawer and started applying its contents to her index finger. She said something about the air conditioning going off by itself at 4:30 and then uttered that "we don't usually do these on men your age, but for reasons ..."
The brunette physician dabbed at the opening to the young man's anus and apologized for it feeling "a little cold, particularly in this weather." Then the physician explained that she was going to give Jay an interior rectal exam, and that she figured it was his first.
Jay whimpered that she was right.
"OK, hang tight."
Dr. Fitzgerald stood from the stool and placed her left plam on Jay's thigh. I couldn't quite see, but she must've guided her finger into the Freshmen ballplayer's tight hole. I heard an "Ah!" and a young man's rapid, shallow breaths.
"Breathe normally, Jay."
He was trying.
"I'm just checking for injury-- abnormalities." The doctor moved to the side just a little, enough for me to get a view of what it looks like when a doctor puts her finger inside a college shortstop's rectum. The physician seemed to brush her right breast against Jay's muscular left buttock as she turned her finger 180 degrees and continued to explain herself.
"Jay, I can tell that you have, ah, been experimenting with your bottom."
"Well, it's when I--"
"You needn't say anything more." He didn't, and she didn't, not until she had fished her finger out of Jay's butt. The ballplayer stayed frozen on all fours as she cleaned the lube from his hole and wiped a couple globs from his testicles too. From my vantage point there was no sign of his penis.
"You can sit back around, Jay."
I drew the magazine back to my face as Jay began the awkward process of getting of off all fours to sit on the end of the exam table. My own crotch was bulging as much as it ever had, but I had to keep the magazine in front of my face. I had to. There was no question that Jay would see that I was hard, if he found reason to look. What would he think? What would he say? What would I say?
As Dr. Fitzgerald retrieved Jay's briefs, I stole a glance and saw that he was again 100 percent hard, with his erection pointing well past his navel and into his muscled abs. The student-athlete eagerly accepted the skimpy garment with open hands and stayed seated as he slipped them over his feet, up his shins and thighs, and finally back over his crotch. At that point, with the trip to the doctor basically done, I dropped the Sports Illustrated on my lap.
And then Dr. Fitzgerald retrieved the tube of lube and held in front of Jay and said words I will never forget:
"Jay, if you're going to play down there, use something like this. Make sense?"
Jay, relieved that he was no longer naked, said that it make perfect sense and asked whether he could go.
"All done. Thanks Stu."
"No sweat, doc."
I watched Jay retrieve his 501s. I wanted nothing more than to rip down my pants and blow a load all over the leg of Jay's jeans. But the doctor was watching me.
"Stu?"
"Yes, doctor."
"You OK? You look a little flushed."
"I'm fine."
"You sure? Seriously. You feel OK?"
"Sure. Just need something to eat I think. Or maybe it's the heat."
Jay was buttoning up his pants as the physician inquired about my own doctoring habits. I said I hadn't been to the doctor for a while, maybe a couple years, but I felt fine, and that since I was not an athlete no sports physical was required.
"Well, I really shouldn't let you out of here--"
"No, really."
"I mean, you've been so helpful today. I'm sure Jay is appreciative."
All the ballplayer said was that he was glad it was over.
"I have to work late tonight anyway to catch up on paperwork. So I'm in no rush. Stu, why don't I pay you back for your time by giving you a once-over. It won't take long."
"But I thought you said a chaperone had to--"
"Jay, do you mind?"
He was all dressed, except for his right shoe. "No, guess not."
I lifted the Sports Illustrated and stole a glance at my crotch. I was soft, but wet. And also freeballing. Not exactly the proper attire for a 19-year-old's physical.
"See, the thing is, I'm not--"
"Jay, why don't you step out for a couple minutes. I'll just ask Stu some questions, and then you can do for him what he did for you. OK, Stu?"
"Well, OK."
King08
Slut
Bwhahahah. Now It's Stu's turn. Something makes me thing Jay will be watching as hard as Stu was. Hard in more ways than one that is.
harry113
JUB Addict
Wow!! The tables turned !!
I think Jay will enjoy this !!
More please
Harry
I think Jay will enjoy this !!
More please
Harry
Craiger
JUB Addict
Sfcfm,
I just finished reading this great story. I have to say it is very exciting, enjoyable and very sexy...
This last chapter had me laughing but very turned on as well. I can hardly wait to witness Stu's physical exam, particularly since Jay will be watching... I want to be an RA like Stu. Especially if I get to see and touch all those beautiful men.....
Craiger
I just finished reading this great story. I have to say it is very exciting, enjoyable and very sexy...
This last chapter had me laughing but very turned on as well. I can hardly wait to witness Stu's physical exam, particularly since Jay will be watching... I want to be an RA like Stu. Especially if I get to see and touch all those beautiful men.....
Craiger
SFCFML,
Another great chapter from, What was the campus? University of I want to cum play, too?!
Like the others, I can feel for both of our lads - and I should say I want to feel both of our lads -- would they like to continue playing doctor?
It looks like Stu is about to get a thorough checking out.
And, poor Jay, how embarrassing to have to own up to a little rectal exploration in front of your RA, whom you barely know, and who is only a year older than you.
Thanks for continuing to use your talents writing this great story of life's journey through college.
I look forward to your next installment.
Another great chapter from, What was the campus? University of I want to cum play, too?!
Like the others, I can feel for both of our lads - and I should say I want to feel both of our lads -- would they like to continue playing doctor?
It looks like Stu is about to get a thorough checking out.
And, poor Jay, how embarrassing to have to own up to a little rectal exploration in front of your RA, whom you barely know, and who is only a year older than you.
Thanks for continuing to use your talents writing this great story of life's journey through college.
I look forward to your next installment.
sfcfml
On the Prowl
Craiger -- you paid me the best compliment: laughing AND turned on. Thanks! That's what I'm going for. In later installments there'll be some tears too, I hope. Life is sexy, and funny, and sad right?? Regardless of whether you're straight or gay or, like Stu and some of the Freshmen on his floor (stay tuned!), some combination of the two.
Thanks to all for your great feedback and encouragement.
Thanks to all for your great feedback and encouragement.
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Great story! Love the detail. Please, give us more.
pe_gay89
Porn Star
Hehe, I like where this is going. 
sfcfml
On the Prowl
Part XVII
Dr. Fitzgerald sat on a rolling stool in front of me on the exam table, in a place where I could pretty much see down her blouse. Her bra seemed to be black, though I couldn't be sure.
I was leaking precum pretty bad from the remarkable experience of seeing Jay examined so thoroughly, so I covered my lap with the Sports Illustrated as I learned firsthand what sorts of questions a female physician asks young men when she's alone with them in the exam room. Family health history. Eating habits. How much sleep I get. How much exericse. And then ...
"Are you sexually active, Stu?" Dr. Fitzgerald blinked twice while awaiting my answer.
"Yes."
"With one or several partners."
I paused. I had lost my virginity with Rebecca, just days beforehand in fact. Rebecca was my only sexual intercourse partner and was basically my girlfriend. In fact, she was the reason I was here in the first place. She had been here earlier in the day, starting her work as an intern, and had gotten us hooked up with Dr. Fitzgerald on short notice. Should I tell Dr. Fitzgerald my girlfriend was Rebecca? I looked at Dr. Fitzgerald's eyes, which were much like Jay's but were set in a face that was more tender and sweet. My eyes wandered. Yes, her bra seemed to be black, and the sexy garment covered her--
"Stu? Hello? One or several partners?"
"Oh, sorry. One. My girlfriend."
"Are you and your girlfriend practicing safe sex?"
I had gone through three condoms so far. All with Rebecca. Remarkably, all in one night. There was no question I was straight. No question I could keep fucking like THAT my whole life if I was with somebody like Rebecca, or maybe Dr. Fitzgerald.
"Stuart, please pay attention. It's getting hot in here, with the air conditioning off."
"Ah, sorry. Yes."
"Good. Any sexually transmitted diseases?"
"AIDS?"
"No, not just AIDS. Herpes, genital warts, any sores from oral sex?"
I paused again. Oral sex? Was a blowjob sex for Dr. Fitzgerald's purposes? How did Dr. Fitzgerald like oral sex? When she had a guy at the edge, did she leave his penis in her mouth as he--
"Stuart, answer please?
"Y-yes."
Dr. Fitzgerald was alarmed. "So you have a sexually transmitted disease?"
"No, no, no! I thought you asked whether I had, ah, done oral-- ah, sex."
"No. I was asking about sexually transmitted diseases." Dr. Fitzgerald blinked again. "So the answer is none?"
"The answer is none."
"OK, Stu, we made it through. Barely." Dr. Fitzgerald's eyes twinkled as she touched my bare knee playfully. I felt my cock begin to lift off of my balls, which, because of my dirty laundry situation, were not being constricted by underwear. With the questions over with, I knew what was coming next so I thought I better disclose my absence of underwear.
"Stuart, I'm going to step out for a couple seconds, let you get undressed, and--"
"Hey, ah, doctor, um, there's one thing that I--"
"What's that, Stu?"
Just then, I wondered whether Dr. Fitzgerald's panties also were black.
"Ah, never mind."
Then she was gone, and Jay, my "chaperone," the Freshmen ballplayer who a day earlier declared that he wasn't "gonna live with no fag" (in other words, artsy roommate Ezekiel) re-emerged. Jay was cocky and confident as he came back into the exam room to see me go through what he had just experienced. For him, his sports physical was a distant memory, and now it was my turn. He seemed rather oblivious to the whole idea. Also seemingly out of the athlete's mind was the doctor's revelation that she detected evidence of the ballplayer -- in her words --"experimenting with his bottom," a revelation that allowed me to witness the shortstop on all fours as he received his first-ever rectal exam, right in front of my drop-jawed face.
Now, Jay was playing it cool. He tried to grab the Sports Illustrated off my lap. I said I needed it.
"Huh? Why?"
"Man, you're not going to believe this ..." The door was closed, but I changed to a whisper. "... But I'm-- I'm not wearing any underwear."
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Jay snickered, maybe at the thought of my predicament but probably more at my lame thought that I was going to conceal myself with a Sports Illustrated. As he retreated to the wall to examine the doctor's diploma, I discovered that the precum stain on my cargo shorts was pretty bad and there was no way I could leave them on. Jay wasn't looking, so I put the Sports Illustrated on the exam table, turned away from him, kicked off my my shoes, and quickly got out of my shorts. When I turned back around, I was hoping Jay would be eager to see what was dangling just under my t-shirt. But his back was to me. And then ...
"Jay, what the f--"
I couldn't believe what I was seeing, or hearing. The baseball player chuckled as he pushed his 501s and underwear to his feet and had them off within seconds. And then, remarkably, he handed his briefs to me.
"Here."
The athlete gave off a dimpled laugh, and when he did he looked cuter than cute, particularly with his now-flaccid but still beefy dick swinging under his sports shirt. I was as stunned as I was touched. Suddenly, the "fag" comment about Ezekiel didn't seem so hurtful. Here Jay was, bare-assed in the exam room, feeling my pain, appreciating my prediament, giving me the shirt off his ...
Jay's underwear was still warm. I placed it on the end of the exam table as if it was the best gift I ever had been given. Then off came my t-shirt, and I was completely naked. I lingered that way for a few seconds, hoping my athletic "chaperone" would scan me from head to toe, but he was understandably more intent on getting back into his 501s before the doctor came in.
I was a boxers guy, not a briefs guy. So it took a couple seconds to get myself oriented to Jay's tighty whities. Tag in the back. Hanes. Size 32. That'll do. One leg through, then the--
A soft knock, and an entry. Fuck!
Jay was dressed and seated where a reasonable doctor would have expected to find him. I, by contrast, was buck naked, except for one leg of Jay's briefs on top of my left foot.
"Sorry, doctor, I, uh, you just said to get undressed, and I wasn't sure how far to go, and, ah, Jay, um--"
The doctor grinned and Jay rubbed his forehead at the site of my predicament. Gosh, he was cute. So was she. Sexy, really. Both of them sexy.
"Whatever makes you comfortable, Stu."
I thought about pulling up the briefs, but for many reasons that became clear only in the years to come, I stepped out of Jay's underwear and threw them on top of my clothes. There was no turning back. I was naked. Jay, for his part, seemed oddly intrigued. Not so much at seeing me naked, but at anticipating what THIS physicial was going to be like.
I positioned my bare ass where Jay's had been as Dr. Fitzgerald tossed the Sports Illustrated on the other chair with a shrug.
The experience of sitting naked on the end of exam table, with Jay dressed right in front of me and a sexy female doctor preparing to probe my privates, should've been making me get hard. But at that moment in time, I had the opposite problem and I cursed my package under my breath for retreating into scrawny defensive mode. Some shriveled-up little show I was giving Jay and the doc, I thought to myself. Damn.
The exam went pretty much like Jay's for a while. Eyes, ears, nose, throat, stethoscope, chest, back, breathe in, breathe out, lay back, all that stuff. Surprisingly, as Dr. Fitzgerald probed my abdomen and asked me several times whether I was feeling any discomfort "there," "there," and "there," I started to relax and thought about how being entirely naked on the exam table wasn't all bad because in some ways it was a relief to have the doctor know what you've got down there from the very beginning. That way the build-up to the awkward instruction to "drop your shorts" isn't so awful, particularly when there's a lady doctor, and there's no hiding that you--
"And here, Stuart?"
Dr. Fitzgerald pressed her slender right fingers against the soft base of my flaccid penis. I was looking right into her brown eyes at the time.
"Stuart, here? Is there pain?"
As the physician leaned over me, there was no longer any doubt in my mind that her bra was black. She moved her fingertip to the left. Then her fingernail came in contact with my floppy penis.
"Here?"
I said no, but she pressed a little harder and moved a little more. I wanted to see her nipple. I looked down and saw that the tip of my penis had grown past her finger. I wanted to suck her--
"And here?"
"No."
"OK, we'll just take a second to ..."
As I was fantasizing over what Dr. Fitzgerald's breasts would taste like, I lifted my head to watch the female physician grasp the base of my thickening penis with her thumb and fingers. She kept her hand that way for a second and then started rolling the base for any sign of abnormality. Up an inch she went, where she rolled some more, until finally she reached the head. Once there, she used both her hands to pry open my pee hole to discover what I already knew and what she and Jay were now to discover.
I was leaking precum, and bad.
Half of me wanted to close my eyes so I could not and would not see what came next. The other half was turned on beyond words at the idea of a sexy doctor squeezing watery preseminal fluid out of my pee hole.
"Stu, I, uh ... "
What seemed like a gallon of clear cum coated the physician's bare fingers, which glistened as she drew them apart to scrutinize the thin strand. Then she started rubbing her fingers together as if to confirm that the stuff was, in fact, what it was. Jay looked on with amused astonishment as the doctor wiped her fingers on the exam table paper.
"Well, Stu, I, uh."
Dr. Fitzgerald's stammering made me even more turned on. I just stayed silent as my dick fully hardened while the physician shifted her attention to my right ball. It was hot in the room and getting hotter, and my testicles were now sagging deliciously to anyone who cared to notice. Like Jay, for instance.
When the doctor reached for my left, she had to position her hand in such a way that her forearm pressed into the underside of my 5.5 inches. And when she did, something came over me and I started rocking my hips gently against her smooth forearm skin. She drew her arm away as fast as she could, but by then a slimy strand of precum was trailing behind and a sizable smear of fluid was glistening on the underside of her arm. In the distance, I could see Jay straining for a look.
Dr. Fitzgerald tried to act as if nothing had happened as she instructed me to sit back up. I did and did nothing to conceal the fact that my erection was pointing -- pulsating, really -- right at my navel. The physician brushed her hair out of her face as she turned toward the desk. I looked at her ass, and then looked at Jay, and--
I could not believe my eyes. True to form, the baseball player's 501s were bulging, but in a way MUCH DIFFERENT than they had been bulging in his biography picture that I had masturbated over repeatedly. Jay had developed a tubish lump under the left pocket of his pants! He pressed his muscular forearm against the lump's far edge to lean toward me to get the best possible view of what had arisen.
Dr. Fitzgerald was at the sink washing my precum from her forearm, so I looked into Jay's brown eyes until they finally locked into mine. At first my intention was to bust the ballplayer for being, yes, a "fag." Or at least as much of a "fag" as I was, if I was one. But as he just kept looking at my crotch, I looked deep inside Jay for a hint that he was somewhat and someone like me, that he was a young man who thought girls were attractive in numerous ways but who also found some guys to be, quite frankly, hot.
The gaze lasted for just a second or two, but it seemed like an hour. Then Jay broke the stare, looked at me, and knew he had been busted. He froze for a split second but then buried his reddening face in his hands as if to say "Shit, I'm caught, but this is confusing." My response was to sit back on the exam table and show off my penis and testicles even more.
When Jay's face emerged from his hands, it was even redder and there was no question where his eyes went first. I could tell he didn't want them to go there, but he had no control. I looked the ballplayer in the face until his eyes again shifted from my crotch to my eyes. Jay froze for a second, then raised and lowered his left eyebrow once, pulled up the left corner of his mouth, and held out his hands as if to say, "What the fuck do you want me to do?"
By this point, Dr. Fitzgerald was at her desk and seemed intent on keeping her distance from me and my erection. With no sports physical checklist requiring it, it seemed that a a quick check of my 19-year-old rectum was apparently unnecessary. "That's it, Stu. You passed, with flying colors. You can get dressed. Jay, you can head out to the waiting room."
Jay's erection seemed to be subsiding as he made a move for the door. Then, he froze when he heard my voice.
"Hey, doc, I know I didn't bring a checklist like Jay's, but I think, ah ..." I spoke slowly and with clear articulation. "I think I've been experimenting with my bottom. I think."
Dr. Fitzgerald inhaled and exhaled deeply as she turned to address me. The air conditioning had been off for an hour, and the room was getting steamy.
"You think?"
"I think ... you better check it out."
The doctor was silent.
"Please."
Jay sat back down. Dr. Fitzgerald bit her lip, squinted and said not a word as she moved her beautiful frame to the left side of the exam table. When I heard the metal drawer open, I knew I had won. I stood at the end of the exam table for a half-second longer than I need to and then I climbed onto the table to assume the doggie position as Jay had been instructed to do earlier.
Sweat was pooling on my brow as I positioned my knees further apart than they needed to be. Through my legs I looked toward Jay. I was unbelievably hard at the thought of a female doctor probing my ass and this athletic "fag" in 501s watching it unfold. There was little question that Jay was watching my balls sway as I got into position and Dr. Fitzgerald put on a glove and prepared it with lube.
The part about my bottom "experimentation" was a lie, so the sensation of having the young doctor touch me there in that way in that room was entirely new.
"Ooh! Cold!"
I lifted my head and nervously chuckled at the sensation of wet slime in my ass. The doctor said she realized the room was hot but that there was not much she could do about that right now. At first the rectal exam did not feel like much of a violation. But I soon learned that the doctor had been going very slowly, and as she went deeper, and then DEEPER, I clenched my abdomen and started breathing quickly and shallowly.
"Breathe normally, Stu."
I was trying. It HURT. But in a hard-to-describe sort of way.
I glanced back between my legs, half of me wanting this to be over and the other half hoping Jay was getting a good show. All of me was realizing there was nothing I could do about the fact that my penis was very, very, very hard.
Dr. Fitzgerald turned her finger 180 degrees and then back again. I didn't think she could go in any deeper, but she had other ideas. The physician pressed down twice on what I later learned was my prostate.
The first time, I blew air out my lips.
The second time, I blew semen onto the white paper lining the exam table.
I stayed quiet, but I am sure Dr. Fitzgerald's finger let her know I had cum. She removed it as quickly as possible but I just stayed frozen on all fours as my naked penis coughed out what had been building since I had decided that the physician's low-cut blouse did more for her rack than Jay's baggy 501s did for his cute baseball player ass. I stayed that way for what seemed like 10 minutes before Dr. Fitzgerald retrieved a tissue and began dabbing at my behind. I could not see Jay's crotch, but I could see his eyes and his gaping mouth, and even from an upside-down position I could tell there was little question that he had watched the whole thing. And wanted to, apparently.
Dr. Fitzgerald handed me the box of Kleenex. "Here, Stu. You'll need to, ah, clean up your front."
The physician knew I had cum. Had Jay? I sat back on my knees to observe the mess. When I touched my penis to clean it, the organ let it be known that it still needed some manual stimulation, so I quickly and silently jacked out three more wads out of the site of the others. Then I climbed down from the table, slowly crossed in front of Jay to deposit the tissues in the garbage can next to his chair, and confirmed that the ballplayer was, shall we say, sexually excited.
Dr. Fitzerald rose from her desk and said I could get dressed. Neither of us said a word about the semen now soaking through the white paper on the exam table. As the female physician headed out, she seemed somewhat flustered as she confirmed both of us were in tip-top shape. She handed Jay his physical-exam form, said she'd be working on paperwork in her office down the other side of the hall, and told us to just let ourselves out.
I stood at the side of the table as my dick resumed regular programming. There was silence. Probably 30 seconds worth. I was the one who broke it. Somebody had to. And for some reason it just didn't seem right to get dressed. Not yet.
"Well, that was a new experience."
Jay nodded yes and said he was glad it was over. His face was still red.
I took a step toward Jay, wanting for something to happen. What, I was not sure.
I spoke again.
"Sort of embarrassing."
Jay smiled a little but stayed silent.
"I mean, shit, I'd never even popped a boner at the doctor before, let alone, ah, having this happen." I ran my fingers through the cum on the exam table. Jay pretended he hadn't noticed it before. "Sort of a mess I made over here. Yuck."
"Yeah." Jay was taking a close look, one longer than reasonably necessary. "Yuck."
"What do you think, do I just just leave it?"
Jay continued to scrutinize the slimy mess in a way that gave him a dimple on the left side but not his right. "I guess."
The lump under his left pocket was as big as it had been all afternoon. I nodded toward his pants. "Looks like we have that in common."
"What?"
"That." I positioned my pointed finger perhaps six inches in front of the tubish mound in his 501s. I hoped he'd take a step toward me, but instead he took a step back and put his hand on his erection to try to conceal it.
"Oh. Yeah. Shit. I guess I, ah--"
The Freshmen ballplayer glanced back at my cum and began massaging his penis lightly through the coarse denim. I turned in a hurry to get dressed, thinking that maybe if we got out of here fast he'd still be turned on when we got to the car and I could jack him off or something. But then I heard a sound I will never forget, the unmistakable sound of 501s being unbuttoned with one jerk of a hand. When I turned back around, the college athlete was palming his naked erection with his right hand and holding up his sports shirt with his left.
Jay's eyes were not on his penis. They were on me. My body. My bare ass, then my penis. I crossed toward Jay and held my hand in a way to let him know I was able and willing to take over, but Jay shook his head no and told me to "just say, that way, for a minute. Please." I did not know Jay well at that time, but he used a tone of voice I had not heard before -- somewhat soft, sort of a tone of desperation.
I about melted as the baseball player closed his eyes, arched his back, and let the pants fall to the floor. He took about a half-dozen slow, sensual strokes. I moved closer and relished the site of his 7-inch penis screaming with satisfaction with each stroke. When Jay reopened his eyes, he saw me fully hard and he fixated on my dick as he ferociously palmed himself rapidly.
The tail of Jay's shirt dropped over his pubic hair as Jay moved his left hand to where it had to go. To his butt. For experimentation.
I fixated on the ballplayer's glistening, large erection appearing and disappearing into his palm, mesmerized by the idea that he had his left finger in his ass, and that he liked it almost beyond words.
"Ooh, fuck. Yeah. Fffff- Fuck. Yeah. God!"
Jay was in a sexual stupor and seemed to be searching for where to land his seed. I stepped toward him in a way suggesting that my still-naked torso would be glad to have taken it, but the baseball player seemed to be angling toward the paper on the exam table instead. First, though, remarkably, he opened the side drawer, pulled out the doctor's lube, slathered his left finger with K-Y, added some to his right palm, and resumed.
The sight of the athlete at the side of the exam table was utterly amazing. Jay used his left hand to basically push his groin into his right, to force his iron-hard erection into his lubed-up right palm. If Dr. Fitzgerald had been right outside the door, there is no question that she would have heard the unmistakable high-pitched sound of a young man's moist masturbation, made slimy by a mixture of artificial and natural means. But I did not care. Nor did Jay, obviously. Soon the slippery sounds mixed with Jay's grunts, each of which was timed to the thrusts of his hips.
I stood at the end of the exam table as Jay got into position. He looked at my rock-hard penis at just the right time.
"Ah-- OH!--"
With a loud grunt, Jay landed a thick rope of cum that stretched pretty much across the table lengthwise. "FuuuuuUUUCK!"
More shortstop semen landed in the center of the exam table and mixed with my cum. The ballplayer made indescribable sounds impossible to write down as he teased the rest of his jizz out of his erection. Only when the convulsing stopped did the Freshmen athlete remove his finger from his ass. He wiped the underside of his penis on the white paper and marveled marveled at the mess he -- well, both of us -- had made.
"God, I needed that."
I lingered hard at the site of what I had just seen. I wanted to touch Jay all over his body. Lick him, too. I would've even licked his fucking left finger. But Jay was back into his pants almost as fast as he was out of them. I had no opportunity to hand him his underwear even if I had wanted to, so I put them on. Jay crossed to wash his hands in the sink and then kept his back to me. When I was back in my shorts, I squeezed the athlete's left shoulder in recognition of what he -- we -- had experienced.
Jay flinched and moved away.
That was that. Nothing was said as I finished getting dressed. Jay was already in the hall as I walked by the exam table and struggled to decipher which cum was mine and which was his. I ripped up the paper and threw the jizz-filled ball into the trash can as I found Jay in the lobby, eager to "get the fuck out of here." I gazed at the back of the ballplayer's brown head to wonder what the hell was going on inside.
I frankly had absolutely no what he was thinking. But for me, looking back on it, it was a moment of awakening when I really started to see sexuality and human attraction not in black and white but in shades of gray. Or in Jay's case, brown.
Dr. Fitzgerald sat on a rolling stool in front of me on the exam table, in a place where I could pretty much see down her blouse. Her bra seemed to be black, though I couldn't be sure.
I was leaking precum pretty bad from the remarkable experience of seeing Jay examined so thoroughly, so I covered my lap with the Sports Illustrated as I learned firsthand what sorts of questions a female physician asks young men when she's alone with them in the exam room. Family health history. Eating habits. How much sleep I get. How much exericse. And then ...
"Are you sexually active, Stu?" Dr. Fitzgerald blinked twice while awaiting my answer.
"Yes."
"With one or several partners."
I paused. I had lost my virginity with Rebecca, just days beforehand in fact. Rebecca was my only sexual intercourse partner and was basically my girlfriend. In fact, she was the reason I was here in the first place. She had been here earlier in the day, starting her work as an intern, and had gotten us hooked up with Dr. Fitzgerald on short notice. Should I tell Dr. Fitzgerald my girlfriend was Rebecca? I looked at Dr. Fitzgerald's eyes, which were much like Jay's but were set in a face that was more tender and sweet. My eyes wandered. Yes, her bra seemed to be black, and the sexy garment covered her--
"Stu? Hello? One or several partners?"
"Oh, sorry. One. My girlfriend."
"Are you and your girlfriend practicing safe sex?"
I had gone through three condoms so far. All with Rebecca. Remarkably, all in one night. There was no question I was straight. No question I could keep fucking like THAT my whole life if I was with somebody like Rebecca, or maybe Dr. Fitzgerald.
"Stuart, please pay attention. It's getting hot in here, with the air conditioning off."
"Ah, sorry. Yes."
"Good. Any sexually transmitted diseases?"
"AIDS?"
"No, not just AIDS. Herpes, genital warts, any sores from oral sex?"
I paused again. Oral sex? Was a blowjob sex for Dr. Fitzgerald's purposes? How did Dr. Fitzgerald like oral sex? When she had a guy at the edge, did she leave his penis in her mouth as he--
"Stuart, answer please?
"Y-yes."
Dr. Fitzgerald was alarmed. "So you have a sexually transmitted disease?"
"No, no, no! I thought you asked whether I had, ah, done oral-- ah, sex."
"No. I was asking about sexually transmitted diseases." Dr. Fitzgerald blinked again. "So the answer is none?"
"The answer is none."
"OK, Stu, we made it through. Barely." Dr. Fitzgerald's eyes twinkled as she touched my bare knee playfully. I felt my cock begin to lift off of my balls, which, because of my dirty laundry situation, were not being constricted by underwear. With the questions over with, I knew what was coming next so I thought I better disclose my absence of underwear.
"Stuart, I'm going to step out for a couple seconds, let you get undressed, and--"
"Hey, ah, doctor, um, there's one thing that I--"
"What's that, Stu?"
Just then, I wondered whether Dr. Fitzgerald's panties also were black.
"Ah, never mind."
Then she was gone, and Jay, my "chaperone," the Freshmen ballplayer who a day earlier declared that he wasn't "gonna live with no fag" (in other words, artsy roommate Ezekiel) re-emerged. Jay was cocky and confident as he came back into the exam room to see me go through what he had just experienced. For him, his sports physical was a distant memory, and now it was my turn. He seemed rather oblivious to the whole idea. Also seemingly out of the athlete's mind was the doctor's revelation that she detected evidence of the ballplayer -- in her words --"experimenting with his bottom," a revelation that allowed me to witness the shortstop on all fours as he received his first-ever rectal exam, right in front of my drop-jawed face.
Now, Jay was playing it cool. He tried to grab the Sports Illustrated off my lap. I said I needed it.
"Huh? Why?"
"Man, you're not going to believe this ..." The door was closed, but I changed to a whisper. "... But I'm-- I'm not wearing any underwear."
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Jay snickered, maybe at the thought of my predicament but probably more at my lame thought that I was going to conceal myself with a Sports Illustrated. As he retreated to the wall to examine the doctor's diploma, I discovered that the precum stain on my cargo shorts was pretty bad and there was no way I could leave them on. Jay wasn't looking, so I put the Sports Illustrated on the exam table, turned away from him, kicked off my my shoes, and quickly got out of my shorts. When I turned back around, I was hoping Jay would be eager to see what was dangling just under my t-shirt. But his back was to me. And then ...
"Jay, what the f--"
I couldn't believe what I was seeing, or hearing. The baseball player chuckled as he pushed his 501s and underwear to his feet and had them off within seconds. And then, remarkably, he handed his briefs to me.
"Here."
The athlete gave off a dimpled laugh, and when he did he looked cuter than cute, particularly with his now-flaccid but still beefy dick swinging under his sports shirt. I was as stunned as I was touched. Suddenly, the "fag" comment about Ezekiel didn't seem so hurtful. Here Jay was, bare-assed in the exam room, feeling my pain, appreciating my prediament, giving me the shirt off his ...
Jay's underwear was still warm. I placed it on the end of the exam table as if it was the best gift I ever had been given. Then off came my t-shirt, and I was completely naked. I lingered that way for a few seconds, hoping my athletic "chaperone" would scan me from head to toe, but he was understandably more intent on getting back into his 501s before the doctor came in.
I was a boxers guy, not a briefs guy. So it took a couple seconds to get myself oriented to Jay's tighty whities. Tag in the back. Hanes. Size 32. That'll do. One leg through, then the--
A soft knock, and an entry. Fuck!
Jay was dressed and seated where a reasonable doctor would have expected to find him. I, by contrast, was buck naked, except for one leg of Jay's briefs on top of my left foot.
"Sorry, doctor, I, uh, you just said to get undressed, and I wasn't sure how far to go, and, ah, Jay, um--"
The doctor grinned and Jay rubbed his forehead at the site of my predicament. Gosh, he was cute. So was she. Sexy, really. Both of them sexy.
"Whatever makes you comfortable, Stu."
I thought about pulling up the briefs, but for many reasons that became clear only in the years to come, I stepped out of Jay's underwear and threw them on top of my clothes. There was no turning back. I was naked. Jay, for his part, seemed oddly intrigued. Not so much at seeing me naked, but at anticipating what THIS physicial was going to be like.
I positioned my bare ass where Jay's had been as Dr. Fitzgerald tossed the Sports Illustrated on the other chair with a shrug.
The experience of sitting naked on the end of exam table, with Jay dressed right in front of me and a sexy female doctor preparing to probe my privates, should've been making me get hard. But at that moment in time, I had the opposite problem and I cursed my package under my breath for retreating into scrawny defensive mode. Some shriveled-up little show I was giving Jay and the doc, I thought to myself. Damn.
The exam went pretty much like Jay's for a while. Eyes, ears, nose, throat, stethoscope, chest, back, breathe in, breathe out, lay back, all that stuff. Surprisingly, as Dr. Fitzgerald probed my abdomen and asked me several times whether I was feeling any discomfort "there," "there," and "there," I started to relax and thought about how being entirely naked on the exam table wasn't all bad because in some ways it was a relief to have the doctor know what you've got down there from the very beginning. That way the build-up to the awkward instruction to "drop your shorts" isn't so awful, particularly when there's a lady doctor, and there's no hiding that you--
"And here, Stuart?"
Dr. Fitzgerald pressed her slender right fingers against the soft base of my flaccid penis. I was looking right into her brown eyes at the time.
"Stuart, here? Is there pain?"
As the physician leaned over me, there was no longer any doubt in my mind that her bra was black. She moved her fingertip to the left. Then her fingernail came in contact with my floppy penis.
"Here?"
I said no, but she pressed a little harder and moved a little more. I wanted to see her nipple. I looked down and saw that the tip of my penis had grown past her finger. I wanted to suck her--
"And here?"
"No."
"OK, we'll just take a second to ..."
As I was fantasizing over what Dr. Fitzgerald's breasts would taste like, I lifted my head to watch the female physician grasp the base of my thickening penis with her thumb and fingers. She kept her hand that way for a second and then started rolling the base for any sign of abnormality. Up an inch she went, where she rolled some more, until finally she reached the head. Once there, she used both her hands to pry open my pee hole to discover what I already knew and what she and Jay were now to discover.
I was leaking precum, and bad.
Half of me wanted to close my eyes so I could not and would not see what came next. The other half was turned on beyond words at the idea of a sexy doctor squeezing watery preseminal fluid out of my pee hole.
"Stu, I, uh ... "
What seemed like a gallon of clear cum coated the physician's bare fingers, which glistened as she drew them apart to scrutinize the thin strand. Then she started rubbing her fingers together as if to confirm that the stuff was, in fact, what it was. Jay looked on with amused astonishment as the doctor wiped her fingers on the exam table paper.
"Well, Stu, I, uh."
Dr. Fitzgerald's stammering made me even more turned on. I just stayed silent as my dick fully hardened while the physician shifted her attention to my right ball. It was hot in the room and getting hotter, and my testicles were now sagging deliciously to anyone who cared to notice. Like Jay, for instance.
When the doctor reached for my left, she had to position her hand in such a way that her forearm pressed into the underside of my 5.5 inches. And when she did, something came over me and I started rocking my hips gently against her smooth forearm skin. She drew her arm away as fast as she could, but by then a slimy strand of precum was trailing behind and a sizable smear of fluid was glistening on the underside of her arm. In the distance, I could see Jay straining for a look.
Dr. Fitzgerald tried to act as if nothing had happened as she instructed me to sit back up. I did and did nothing to conceal the fact that my erection was pointing -- pulsating, really -- right at my navel. The physician brushed her hair out of her face as she turned toward the desk. I looked at her ass, and then looked at Jay, and--
I could not believe my eyes. True to form, the baseball player's 501s were bulging, but in a way MUCH DIFFERENT than they had been bulging in his biography picture that I had masturbated over repeatedly. Jay had developed a tubish lump under the left pocket of his pants! He pressed his muscular forearm against the lump's far edge to lean toward me to get the best possible view of what had arisen.
Dr. Fitzgerald was at the sink washing my precum from her forearm, so I looked into Jay's brown eyes until they finally locked into mine. At first my intention was to bust the ballplayer for being, yes, a "fag." Or at least as much of a "fag" as I was, if I was one. But as he just kept looking at my crotch, I looked deep inside Jay for a hint that he was somewhat and someone like me, that he was a young man who thought girls were attractive in numerous ways but who also found some guys to be, quite frankly, hot.
The gaze lasted for just a second or two, but it seemed like an hour. Then Jay broke the stare, looked at me, and knew he had been busted. He froze for a split second but then buried his reddening face in his hands as if to say "Shit, I'm caught, but this is confusing." My response was to sit back on the exam table and show off my penis and testicles even more.
When Jay's face emerged from his hands, it was even redder and there was no question where his eyes went first. I could tell he didn't want them to go there, but he had no control. I looked the ballplayer in the face until his eyes again shifted from my crotch to my eyes. Jay froze for a second, then raised and lowered his left eyebrow once, pulled up the left corner of his mouth, and held out his hands as if to say, "What the fuck do you want me to do?"
By this point, Dr. Fitzgerald was at her desk and seemed intent on keeping her distance from me and my erection. With no sports physical checklist requiring it, it seemed that a a quick check of my 19-year-old rectum was apparently unnecessary. "That's it, Stu. You passed, with flying colors. You can get dressed. Jay, you can head out to the waiting room."
Jay's erection seemed to be subsiding as he made a move for the door. Then, he froze when he heard my voice.
"Hey, doc, I know I didn't bring a checklist like Jay's, but I think, ah ..." I spoke slowly and with clear articulation. "I think I've been experimenting with my bottom. I think."
Dr. Fitzgerald inhaled and exhaled deeply as she turned to address me. The air conditioning had been off for an hour, and the room was getting steamy.
"You think?"
"I think ... you better check it out."
The doctor was silent.
"Please."
Jay sat back down. Dr. Fitzgerald bit her lip, squinted and said not a word as she moved her beautiful frame to the left side of the exam table. When I heard the metal drawer open, I knew I had won. I stood at the end of the exam table for a half-second longer than I need to and then I climbed onto the table to assume the doggie position as Jay had been instructed to do earlier.
Sweat was pooling on my brow as I positioned my knees further apart than they needed to be. Through my legs I looked toward Jay. I was unbelievably hard at the thought of a female doctor probing my ass and this athletic "fag" in 501s watching it unfold. There was little question that Jay was watching my balls sway as I got into position and Dr. Fitzgerald put on a glove and prepared it with lube.
The part about my bottom "experimentation" was a lie, so the sensation of having the young doctor touch me there in that way in that room was entirely new.
"Ooh! Cold!"
I lifted my head and nervously chuckled at the sensation of wet slime in my ass. The doctor said she realized the room was hot but that there was not much she could do about that right now. At first the rectal exam did not feel like much of a violation. But I soon learned that the doctor had been going very slowly, and as she went deeper, and then DEEPER, I clenched my abdomen and started breathing quickly and shallowly.
"Breathe normally, Stu."
I was trying. It HURT. But in a hard-to-describe sort of way.
I glanced back between my legs, half of me wanting this to be over and the other half hoping Jay was getting a good show. All of me was realizing there was nothing I could do about the fact that my penis was very, very, very hard.
Dr. Fitzgerald turned her finger 180 degrees and then back again. I didn't think she could go in any deeper, but she had other ideas. The physician pressed down twice on what I later learned was my prostate.
The first time, I blew air out my lips.
The second time, I blew semen onto the white paper lining the exam table.
I stayed quiet, but I am sure Dr. Fitzgerald's finger let her know I had cum. She removed it as quickly as possible but I just stayed frozen on all fours as my naked penis coughed out what had been building since I had decided that the physician's low-cut blouse did more for her rack than Jay's baggy 501s did for his cute baseball player ass. I stayed that way for what seemed like 10 minutes before Dr. Fitzgerald retrieved a tissue and began dabbing at my behind. I could not see Jay's crotch, but I could see his eyes and his gaping mouth, and even from an upside-down position I could tell there was little question that he had watched the whole thing. And wanted to, apparently.
Dr. Fitzgerald handed me the box of Kleenex. "Here, Stu. You'll need to, ah, clean up your front."
The physician knew I had cum. Had Jay? I sat back on my knees to observe the mess. When I touched my penis to clean it, the organ let it be known that it still needed some manual stimulation, so I quickly and silently jacked out three more wads out of the site of the others. Then I climbed down from the table, slowly crossed in front of Jay to deposit the tissues in the garbage can next to his chair, and confirmed that the ballplayer was, shall we say, sexually excited.
Dr. Fitzerald rose from her desk and said I could get dressed. Neither of us said a word about the semen now soaking through the white paper on the exam table. As the female physician headed out, she seemed somewhat flustered as she confirmed both of us were in tip-top shape. She handed Jay his physical-exam form, said she'd be working on paperwork in her office down the other side of the hall, and told us to just let ourselves out.
I stood at the side of the table as my dick resumed regular programming. There was silence. Probably 30 seconds worth. I was the one who broke it. Somebody had to. And for some reason it just didn't seem right to get dressed. Not yet.
"Well, that was a new experience."
Jay nodded yes and said he was glad it was over. His face was still red.
I took a step toward Jay, wanting for something to happen. What, I was not sure.
I spoke again.
"Sort of embarrassing."
Jay smiled a little but stayed silent.
"I mean, shit, I'd never even popped a boner at the doctor before, let alone, ah, having this happen." I ran my fingers through the cum on the exam table. Jay pretended he hadn't noticed it before. "Sort of a mess I made over here. Yuck."
"Yeah." Jay was taking a close look, one longer than reasonably necessary. "Yuck."
"What do you think, do I just just leave it?"
Jay continued to scrutinize the slimy mess in a way that gave him a dimple on the left side but not his right. "I guess."
The lump under his left pocket was as big as it had been all afternoon. I nodded toward his pants. "Looks like we have that in common."
"What?"
"That." I positioned my pointed finger perhaps six inches in front of the tubish mound in his 501s. I hoped he'd take a step toward me, but instead he took a step back and put his hand on his erection to try to conceal it.
"Oh. Yeah. Shit. I guess I, ah--"
The Freshmen ballplayer glanced back at my cum and began massaging his penis lightly through the coarse denim. I turned in a hurry to get dressed, thinking that maybe if we got out of here fast he'd still be turned on when we got to the car and I could jack him off or something. But then I heard a sound I will never forget, the unmistakable sound of 501s being unbuttoned with one jerk of a hand. When I turned back around, the college athlete was palming his naked erection with his right hand and holding up his sports shirt with his left.
Jay's eyes were not on his penis. They were on me. My body. My bare ass, then my penis. I crossed toward Jay and held my hand in a way to let him know I was able and willing to take over, but Jay shook his head no and told me to "just say, that way, for a minute. Please." I did not know Jay well at that time, but he used a tone of voice I had not heard before -- somewhat soft, sort of a tone of desperation.
I about melted as the baseball player closed his eyes, arched his back, and let the pants fall to the floor. He took about a half-dozen slow, sensual strokes. I moved closer and relished the site of his 7-inch penis screaming with satisfaction with each stroke. When Jay reopened his eyes, he saw me fully hard and he fixated on my dick as he ferociously palmed himself rapidly.
The tail of Jay's shirt dropped over his pubic hair as Jay moved his left hand to where it had to go. To his butt. For experimentation.
I fixated on the ballplayer's glistening, large erection appearing and disappearing into his palm, mesmerized by the idea that he had his left finger in his ass, and that he liked it almost beyond words.
"Ooh, fuck. Yeah. Fffff- Fuck. Yeah. God!"
Jay was in a sexual stupor and seemed to be searching for where to land his seed. I stepped toward him in a way suggesting that my still-naked torso would be glad to have taken it, but the baseball player seemed to be angling toward the paper on the exam table instead. First, though, remarkably, he opened the side drawer, pulled out the doctor's lube, slathered his left finger with K-Y, added some to his right palm, and resumed.
The sight of the athlete at the side of the exam table was utterly amazing. Jay used his left hand to basically push his groin into his right, to force his iron-hard erection into his lubed-up right palm. If Dr. Fitzgerald had been right outside the door, there is no question that she would have heard the unmistakable high-pitched sound of a young man's moist masturbation, made slimy by a mixture of artificial and natural means. But I did not care. Nor did Jay, obviously. Soon the slippery sounds mixed with Jay's grunts, each of which was timed to the thrusts of his hips.
I stood at the end of the exam table as Jay got into position. He looked at my rock-hard penis at just the right time.
"Ah-- OH!--"
With a loud grunt, Jay landed a thick rope of cum that stretched pretty much across the table lengthwise. "FuuuuuUUUCK!"
More shortstop semen landed in the center of the exam table and mixed with my cum. The ballplayer made indescribable sounds impossible to write down as he teased the rest of his jizz out of his erection. Only when the convulsing stopped did the Freshmen athlete remove his finger from his ass. He wiped the underside of his penis on the white paper and marveled marveled at the mess he -- well, both of us -- had made.
"God, I needed that."
I lingered hard at the site of what I had just seen. I wanted to touch Jay all over his body. Lick him, too. I would've even licked his fucking left finger. But Jay was back into his pants almost as fast as he was out of them. I had no opportunity to hand him his underwear even if I had wanted to, so I put them on. Jay crossed to wash his hands in the sink and then kept his back to me. When I was back in my shorts, I squeezed the athlete's left shoulder in recognition of what he -- we -- had experienced.
Jay flinched and moved away.
That was that. Nothing was said as I finished getting dressed. Jay was already in the hall as I walked by the exam table and struggled to decipher which cum was mine and which was his. I ripped up the paper and threw the jizz-filled ball into the trash can as I found Jay in the lobby, eager to "get the fuck out of here." I gazed at the back of the ballplayer's brown head to wonder what the hell was going on inside.
I frankly had absolutely no what he was thinking. But for me, looking back on it, it was a moment of awakening when I really started to see sexuality and human attraction not in black and white but in shades of gray. Or in Jay's case, brown.
SFCFML,
A great continuation of the exams. What a mind and cum blowing experience.
You certainly brought the exam to "life" for me.
And our young ballplayer, discovering that he enjoys ANAL stimulation, and admiring the aroused male form - just not ready to "touch" that subject quite yet.
He was quite chivalrous to offer his undershorts - even though they wound up not needed.
I've never had such an exciting examination - certainly don't remember any rectal exams that came close to that pleasurable!
Thanks for the fun loving read. I can picture being in their places - damn, I wish I really was! Oh to be that young again, and have those be life's major dilemmas.
I look forward to your next installment.
I appreciate all the time and effort you put into this story for us.
A great continuation of the exams. What a mind and cum blowing experience.
You certainly brought the exam to "life" for me.
And our young ballplayer, discovering that he enjoys ANAL stimulation, and admiring the aroused male form - just not ready to "touch" that subject quite yet.
He was quite chivalrous to offer his undershorts - even though they wound up not needed.
I've never had such an exciting examination - certainly don't remember any rectal exams that came close to that pleasurable!
Thanks for the fun loving read. I can picture being in their places - damn, I wish I really was! Oh to be that young again, and have those be life's major dilemmas.
I look forward to your next installment.
I appreciate all the time and effort you put into this story for us.
swmjck
JUB Addict
all I can say is EXCELLENT
Sometimes the pre-cum may present a bit of a problem; but, on balance, you have shown how wondrously reassuring it can be too.
We all need to be sure that our systems are all in the go mode. Jay's jacking off was a nice touch.
With the sensuous overload in this latest piece, you've primed us all to expect even hotter sexual interaction in the next.
Your story has real stirring power. Keep on writing; I'll have tissues handy.
We all need to be sure that our systems are all in the go mode. Jay's jacking off was a nice touch.
With the sensuous overload in this latest piece, you've primed us all to expect even hotter sexual interaction in the next.
Your story has real stirring power. Keep on writing; I'll have tissues handy.
Craiger
JUB Addict
My lord, sfcfml, you had me laughing so hard again. Not only for the funny sexy part,
but the embarrassing turn of events. If only I could have been a fly on the wall, better
still in the cum on that exam table. Stu is getting a world of experiences in just a short
period of time. Actually Jay is also. What an exam!!! I'll be a chaperon for either of them
any day...
Craiger
but the embarrassing turn of events. If only I could have been a fly on the wall, better
still in the cum on that exam table. Stu is getting a world of experiences in just a short
period of time. Actually Jay is also. What an exam!!! I'll be a chaperon for either of them
any day...
Craiger
