ADVENTURES OF DAVID CARR.
- DAVID CARR
I woke just before 4 in the morning feeling dreadful my stomach churning and quickly made my way to the bathroom where I vomited into the sink. As soon as I had got the retching under control, I was forced to sit on the toilet to evacuate the effects of what I thought was severe diarrhoea. I had a shower and returned to bed feeling dreadful. Perhaps I had flu, or maybe eaten something bad but I cold not think what. Half an hour later I was vomiting again. An hour an a half later I had more diarrhoea and had another shower. I felt exhausted and empty.
There was no way I was doing to work to-day, I thought and phone the office where I worked to let them know that I was sick and they told me to go and see a doctor. I nervously ate a piece of toast thickly covered in honey and half a glass of orange juice, wondering whether I would vomit it up, but I didn't. However I did feel a bit better and dressed. I would have to find a doctor and left my flat to begin the search. As I did so, the occupant of one of the flats further down the corridor came out and saw me.
'Your late for work to-day,' he said. 'Been sick,' I told him. 'Diarrhoea and vomiting.' 'You do look a bit grey. Better see a doctor.' 'But I don't know any. I only moved here six months ago.' 'Your could try my doctor, but I do wonder about him sometimes.' 'What do you mean?' 'I think he might be gay.' 'Why, does he .... ' 'No, no nothing like that. He's very professional. Nice guy and very understanding. Its just his manner - seems a bit effeminate, if you know what I mean.'
In a way I did but on the other hand, the bloke I was speaking to was not exactly my idea of macho. My stomach started churning again. 'Where can I find him,' I asked. 'Turn right when you leave the building and right again at the next road, then o down that until you see a big sign saying Fitness Centre Next to that is a medical centre. Ask for Dr Malden, and tell them that I recommended him,' he said and hurried off to work. I looked at his retreating figure and followed him more slowly to the lifts. On the street I followed his directions, soon found the medical centre and walked into the waiting room.
The desk was attended by a man and a women busy with phones and computers. 'Can I help you?' the women asked. 'Yes, can I see Dr Malden please.' The man looked up from his computer. 'What name is it?' he asked. I gave him my name and he asked if I had been to the medical centre before. I told him no and he said he would take a few particulars. I gave him my name and address, answered his questions about my medical history and explained why I needed to see the doctor. 'Very good doctor,' I was assured. 'Was he recommended to you?' 'Yes, as matter of fact he was.' 'OK. Jus take a seat and the doctor will se you shortly.'
I took a seat in the waiting room and waited. Some ten minutes later a door opened and I heard my name called. I stood up and walked towards him. He gestured me into his consulting room and asked me to sit in a chair beside his desk. I did as he asked and he sat at his desk. 'Well, what can I do for you Mr Carr?' he asked. I explained my condition and asked if he could give me something to settle me down. 'Hmm, I'll just examine you first to find out what might be wrong,' he said and began by wrapping a cuff around my arm to take my blood pressure. He pumped up the cuff, then let it down listening to my pulse. My observation of him so far indicated absolutely nothing to suggest that he was gay. He appeared to be about ten years older than me - maybe 28 or so - average build and, I thought, a good looking guy. 'Well, there's nothing wrong there,' he told me. 'Would you take your shirt off and sit over there,' he gestured towards a consulting bed against the opposite wall, 'so that I can listen to your lungs'.
I took off my jacket and then my shirt then followed him to the bed and saw him watching me. 'Great physique,' he said. 'You might feel unwell but you look great. Do you train next door?' he asked referring to the fitness centre.' 'No, just swimming and a bit of jogging.' I sat on the bed and he asked me to take deep breaths. He listened to my lungs through his stethoscope, looked inside my mouth, then asked me to stick out my tongue. 'Hmm,' he said. 'Have I got flu?' I asked. 'Don't think so. Lie down on the bed would you. So that I can examine your stomach'. I did as he asked and watched him put on a pair of thin plastic gloves. He began prodding my abdomen.
'Might be food poisoning' he said. 'Have you eaten anything recently which did not taste quite right? What have you eaten recently?' 'Not that I remember. I had spaghetti bolognaise for supper last night and hamburger for lunch yesterday but they tasted OK.' 'Does that feel comfortable?' he asked as his fingers pressed. 'Yes,' I replied. 'You do seem a bit tense. 'Try and relax more, feel you body relaxing,' the doctor said.
I listened to his encouraging, persuasive voice saying something about having nothing to worry about and that I was really a very healthy young man. I think I must have taken relaxation a bit too far and dropped off to sleep for a few seconds because the next thing I heard him asking me if I felt any better. I sat-up and told him I did but that my stomach still fel a bit queasy.
'Well, I had better complete my examination. Take off your trousers and underpants please, then lie down again.' I hesitated for a moment feeling uneasy. Stripping off in front of a woman was supposed to be OK but being nude in front of a man I did not know was supposed to be a no-no. 'Come on', he said. 'You don't got anything I have anything I haven't seen before. I do need to examine you lower abdomen just to be sure you don't have appendicitis or anything wrong with your intestines.' It sounded entirely reasonable. I took off my trousers and undies, then lay down on the bed again.
Doctor Malden resumed prodding his gloved fingers into my abdomen, asking me on several occasions if I felt any discomfort. I told him no. When he had finished, he sat on the edge of the bed and told me that I had almost certainly eaten something which had given me a dose of food poisoning but that it had passed through my system and would probably give me no more problems. However, he would take a few samples to rule out salmonella poisoning.
Then I felt his gloved fingers close round the shaft of my cock and pull down my foreskin. He looked at its head. 'You don't have any sexual diseases do you,' he asked. Not that I knew of I assured him and felt my cock involuntarily move slightly. I hoped the doctor had not noticed. The last thing I wanted was to embarrass myself by getting an erection. The doctor had apparently not noticed. He released my cock and stood up. 'I just need to do a rectal examination and take a sample. Would you get on all fours please, so that you are kneeling and resting on your hands.'
I was not sure what a rectal examination involved but I did as he asked and watched while he applied a clear liquid lubricant to both gloves while he explained what he was going to do. 'You will feel a cold sensation when I apply a bit of lubricant, then a bit of pressure as I insert my finger. You might feel a very slight pain but it won't last long. Once my finger is in, I shall feel about just to be sure that there is nothing wrong an to get a sample.' I did feel the cool touch of his finger on my anus, then pressure as he pushed in but little discomfort.
The doctor's finger moving inside me then touched a part of which made my cock move jerkily. It felt nice. His finger touched the area again and I felt that I was going to get an erection. My cock was definitely getting bigger. His finger moved away 'How does that feel? I'm not causing you any discomfort am I?' I shook my head and his finger returned to hat spot inside me. Something was definitely happening to m cock. I lowered my head so that I was able to look across my chest and my tightening stomach muscles at my semi erect cock. It was leaking clear sticky pre - cum.
I watched the doctors gloved left hand move towards my semi-erect cock, saw the fingers curl round its shaft and hold it firmly. 'I am going to give you a little stimulation, just to be sure that your penis is working properly but if you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, I will. Would you like me to continue,' he asked returning the finger inside me to the spot which gave me pleasure and pressing it. 'Aaahhh,' I moaned in response. 'Does that feel OK, or do you want me to stop?' he asked 'No. Don't stop,' I urged as he drew back my foreskin then encircled and pressed the flange of my cockhead with his lubricated index finger and thumb.
He slowly but firmly drew his hand down the shaft of my now fully erect and hard cock. My buttocks flexed as I tried to draw in more of his finger which again pressed on that area making me moan with pleasure and sending more pre-cum to leak from the tip of my cockhead. Moving his hand to the tip of my cock, he spread the pre-cum over its head, making it shiny and glistening, sending quivers of pleasure throughout my groin, causing me to moan even louder. Then once again his hand travelled very slowly down to the base of my cock before returning to the head.
'I need to cum,' I moaned as one of my thighs began to quiver. 'Would you like me to help you cum?' the doctor asked, lightly stroking my shaft. I whimpered and nodded my agreement. I was reaching the point where I was going to cum whether or not he continued to play with my cock. 'Make me cum, please ...' I pleaded. 'Get up so you are just resting on your knees, so that we can both see what is happening. Then we can both get enjoyment - you from feeling it happen and me from giving you pleasure and watching you ejaculate.'
The doctor released by erection and I slowly raised my body until I was kneeling. My balls ached and hung loosely beneath my erection which stood rigid and firm jutting up almost vertically. The doctor kept his finger firmly embedded inside me and once again found that sport. While his slippery left hand returned to my cock, halfway down the shaft, holding it tightly. He began to pump his had up and down. Moving his hand rapidly but moving it only between the half way point down to my pubic hair then back again.
The movement made my balls jiggle and become deliciously painful. Soon they had risen to the underside of my cock, one on either side, outlined against the contracting skin of my scrotum and again I moaned with the combined pleasure of seeing and feeling it happen. 'Cumming soooon,' I moaned and the doctor slowed his pumping motion, then at the bottom of his last slow stroke, he held my cock firmly, so that it stretched the skin of my cockhead until it was tight and shiny. The sensations I felt were a mixture of pain and pleasure as spunk began to churn somewhere deep at the base of my cock. Aaahhhh tbhat feeling I knew and loved so well.
I knew that I had reached the point of no return and so did the doctor. He loosened the pressure on my cock and it began to spasm, forcing my spunk up the shaft to the head then shooting out from the tip some six inches into the air before arching to fall almost two feet in front of me onto the blue plastic sheet on which I was kneeling. Even before it landed, a second thick creamy ribbon of spunk leapt even further from my swollen cockhead, followed by a third but weaker squirt then a slow dribble of cum spreading over the doctors gloved hand.
I gave a long deep sigh as the sexual tension in my body abated and slowly my cock began to soften. The doctor squeezed its shaft and I shuddered as more spunk tickled from my now super sensitive cock head. I looked down at the blue plastic sheet on which three ribbons of spunk were beginning to form pools and sighed again as the doctor helped me off the bed until I was standing somewhat shakily on the floor and leaning against it. The doctor removed his gloves and dropped them in a container, then took some paper towelling and handed it to me. 'Better wipe yourself clean,' he said, 'or it may leak out later and make a mess of your trousers.' I thanked him and squeezed the last of my spunky load from the shaft of my now flaccid cock and wiped the head clean and dropped the towel on top of the doctors gloves.
Quite unexpectedly his arms were around me, turning me around, pressing our bodies close together. Instinctively I put my arms around him, feeling his strong body through his shirt, resting my head on his shoulder. He held my head in one of his hands and I felt his lips on my cheek, then brush my own lips and then he was kissing me on the lips - something I had never experienced before. I responded by opening my mouth, tasting the inside of his lips, and then his tongue was pushing past my teeth into my mouth and he made a soft noise of pleasure before his tongue drew back. I pushed my own tongue forward between his parted teeth and tasted him and held him more tightly, then our lips parted. It was my first experience of kissing in that way - a long kiss and one I would remember.
His head nuzzled against my neck and shoulder, his hands gently caressed my body sending little shockwaves through me and he moved his lips close to my ear. 'You really are a lovely person,' he whispered in my ear as he pressed our groins together. I could feel the soft firmness of his growing erection as my hands slowly explored the muscles of his back and move down to hold his firm buttocks. It was the first time I had held a man in my arms and it felt strange and wonderful at the same time. 'Was it alright?' I knew what he meant without him saying more.
'Hmm. I didn't know it could be like that,' I said recalling the growing of growing tension in my body as he slowly jerked my off, remembering that lovely feelings as my cock became increasingly hard and my spunk began to churn, then my body shuddering as my cock began to spasm, sending my load of spunk, hot and creamy up the shaft of erection to squirt in white ribbons from the tip of my cock. 'Oh, God it was lovely, it really was the best,' I told him. 'I never knew it could be so good.' 'It can be much better than that,' the doctor assured me, easing his hold on me. 'Sex can give you so many kinds of pleasure and you're a wonderful 18 year old man with lots of new things to experience and a lot to learn about your beautiful body.' Our bodies slowly parted and we stood looking at each other. Me naked and experiencing a feeling of total inhibition, completely new to me; he, strong and good looking with a bulge in his pants, smiling at me.
'I suppose this means that I'm gay?' I said. 'Depends what you mean by 'gay'. What do you think it means?' He looked a bit confused and thought about it. 'I think it means that I prefer to have sex with men rather than women.' 'Not a bad definition but someone who is gay or homosexual may quite often be a person such as you described, or a person who has no particular preference and likes to have sex with men or with women, or a person who likes to have sex with women but likes to have an occasional fling with a man. So you see it covers a wide spectrum and about ten percent of the population fit into it.' He thought about that awhile. 'Why,' I asked. 'Well,' he told me, 'modern thinking is that it is a genetic difference which we either inherited or develops - but no reliable scientific explanation has been demonstrated.
'People like you and me are just stuck with it but that doesn't mean we can't have a full and happy life, or even have kids if we wan to. We can certainly lead a life full of exciting and enjoyable sex - just different sex, different from the sex enjoyed by heterosexuals. So don't let it worry you.' 'It doesn't worry me but I suppose I have to keep it secret from normal people?' 'To start with you are 'normal' and no different from anyone else, except for your sexual preferences - but yes, you probably should be discreet, except with close, understanding friends and of course other gay people who I am sure you will meet,' he told me.
He stood there, looking at my body, as if wanting to take me in his arms again. 'Anyway you should have a lot of fun with that in the years to come,' the doctor said gesturing at my groin. 'How long is it when erect?' 'A bit over seven inches,' I told him. 'And how do you feel now?' the doctor asked as he returned to sit at his desk. 'Much better,' I said. 'That really was the best sex I have ever had,' I told him truthfully and sat down in the chair by his desk. 'I wasn't really sure that you wanted to ejaculate,' the doctor said but when I saw your reaction to the anal examination, I thought it would be OK to give you a bit of penal stimulation as well. I really wanted to see you climax and I am so happy that it gave you pleasure - that it was what you wanted. But apart from that how is your stomach upset?' 'It still feels a bit queasy but I do feel better than before I saw you.' 'It should clear up in a day or so but I'll give you a note for your employer. Two sick days probable food poisoning,' he said as he scribbled a note and handed it to me.
'Much as I would like to spend a lot more time with you, I have other patients waiting and although I love looking at your beautiful body, you had better get dressed,' he said handing me the note. I had quite forgotten that I was sitting beside him completely nude. But then, after the experience I had received at his lubricated hands, there was no reason to feel anything but normal while sitting naked in his company. I felt a sudden wish to see him naked and feel his body, letting my finger roam over its contours, feeling his cock, pumping it to hardness - but I mentally shrugged my shoulders, thinking it an experience I wanted and would have later.
I rose and recovering my clothes began to dress, noticing that the doctor watched me as I did so. It had been a wonderful experience and I had shot a good load. I felt that I would not need to masturbate again for some time. The doctor showed me out of a side door which lead on to a lane which joined the main road a short distance to my left. 'If you are not back to normal by Thursday, give the surgery a call then ask for Felix and tell him that you need to make an appointment to see me.' The doctor gave me his card, shook hands and said he would see me later.
I walked up to the main road, then back to my flat, feeling a lot better and revelling in the afterglow of a very pleasant experience. Once I was in my flat I turned on the radio just in time to hear the time pips followed by the announcer saying 'here is the one o'clock news.' I looked at my watch in disbelief. It was one o'clock. How could it be? At most, I had spent an hour and a half with the doctor. It couldn't be more. Somewhere I had lost two hours. I thought about it on and off for the rest of the day but on getting up the following day, I though no more about it.
What I did feel was horny but had an unusual disinclination to jerk off the way I usually did when I had a load - but I did have a definite need to see doctor Malden again. I lifted up the phone and dialled the number on his card. 'Good morning,' I said when it was answered, 'could I speak to Felix please?
Oh, Felix, can I make an appointment to see doctor Malden please'.
This short story tells of a visit to a doctor from the patients perspective.
The next part (2. The Doctor) relates the same - though different - story from the Doctors' perspective. The part after that (3. David Carr) recounts his second visit to the Doctor.
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