Please do not read this story if you are a minor or are offended by sexually graphic descriptions of men inserting their hard throbbing penises into the waiting empty orifices of other men. If you like this kinda stuff you are in for a treat. The following story might be true...the names of the guilty have been changed to protect the innocent..... :-)~
My new father, the doctor
My name is Jeff and I live in somewhere in Oklahoma. I am 27 years old, 6'1, 225 pounds with a shaved head. My eyes are dark brown and my hair (what there is of it) is the same. This all started when my mom decided to start dating again after being divorced from my dad after 10 or so years. That was back in 1999 during the months following the tornado that ripped through her neighborhood. She met him while she was being treated for some minor injuries..she told me they just kind hit it off despite all the commotion going on all around them from the dozens of other injured in the room. His name is Frank, he was 46 at the time, though he looks to be in his mid thirties.
It was about their sixth or so month of dating that I was finally introduced to him. Not that my mom is ashamed of me or anything, she doesn't even clue in that I am gay, it's just the way that the timing worked out. Anyway she called me one day right after my birthday in early January and asked me to come over to dinner the next night so I could meet someone she had been seeing. I agreed and arrived at the preset time the following night. I got there about a half hour before Frank arrived so that she could fill me in on him, and apologize for not mentioning him earlier..like she needed to or something. I told her that it didn't matter, but almost changed my mind when I saw him...he was totally hot!! He stood around 6'4 and had dark blonde hair and the hairiest forearms I have ever seen...this guy was gonna give me a boner any second now. When my mom introduced us I quickly extended my arm to offer a handshake...what a grip!! We had a nice dinner and pleasant but slightly strained conversation...I was trying not to answer too many personal questions...I didn't want the good doctor to figure me out...well, not yet anyway.
For the next few weeks I made more of an effort to stop by my Mom's house, especially when I knew that Frank would be there...I fantasized about him constantly...which was very wrong to do since I was pretty sure he was fucking my mom. It made the thought of him fucking me all the more hot to me though..I guess we all have issues. Well one day I finally figured out how to make move. Frank was over at mom's checking up on her because she wasn't feeling well. I had been there for a few hours to cook for her and clean and stuff like that. While in the kitchen I purposely spilled some warm soup on the front of my pants, right on my inner upper thighs and yelled "FUCK" really loud. Frank came to the kitchen to see what was going on.
" I was getting ready to dump the leftover soup out and the pot handle was still hot so I let go of it and it spilled all over me and burned me" I said.
He told me he was going to go tell my mother I was alright, but I should take my pants down while he was doing that to make sure I didn't burn myself. As soon as I knew he was out of earshot I loosened my belt and dropped my pants to my ankles leaving me in very thin short white boxers which were wet from the soup about 2 inches from the leg seam on my thighs. I quickly pinched my thighs to make them red and ground my knuckles into my flesh to cause some discoloration. I heard him coming back so I made sure that my dick was going down the leg that I was pretending to inspect.
"Well, your mother decided to try and take a nap she said for you to lock up when we take off... wow...looks like ya got yourself in a pretty sensetive place" he said as he came in the door.
"Yeah, it looks pretty red and hurts a bit" I lied.
"At least it looks like the upper thigh is the only place you scalded yourself" he said.
"I don't think so...I haven't checked everything out and the burn feels like it goes a bit higher than just my thigh if ya know what I mean" I was hoping that he would offer to check things out.
He seemed to be looking at my boxers and said " Look Jeff, I'm a doctor and things like this don't make me uncomfortable....I know I'm seeing your mom so it might embarrass you, but I can check things out to see if you might need to go to a hopspital".
Bingo.....I pretended to think about it for a minute then told him I would appreciate it if he would, but to please not mention this part to my mom. He agreed and asked me to lower my boxers.
"Ok, I said...as long as you promise not to laugh....a shock like that kinda makes you act like a turtle" I said. "Truth is I don't have a very big dick" I said and kinda chuckled nervously.
"I'm not gonna laugh...I see alot more than you would think in my line of work...don't worry, this is just between us."
I lowered my boxers and he stooped down a bit to look at things. He asked me where I was feeling the most burning and I told him my upper inner right thigh and part of my ball sac. He asked me to try to sit on the back of the counter by the sink with my right leg over one of the basins. I had to fully remove my pants and boxers to accomplish this. Once I was in position he turned the cool water on very low and used the sprayer on my inner thigh. He then lightly rubbed the palm of his hand over the area and asked me if it still burned, I told him it didn't burn so much anymore. He looked me straight in the eye and told me he was going to check the rest out. I said Ok knowing that it wasn't going to be long before I got hard. He lowered his hand and pushed my sac gently to the side to check it out...he said it was a bit red then squeezed one of my balls a bit to stretch out the skin. This is where I started to get hard.
"I am so sorry" I said.
"Don't be it usually happens" he replied.
He continued to roll one ball around and then pushed on my shaft to move it to the side so he could spray me down. Even with the cold water I kept my hard on. I noticed him shifting like he was a bit uncomfortable so I looked at his crotch to see if this was doing anything for him. He seemed like he might have the beginnings of a hard on, but I couldn't really tell.
"I'd like to put some gauze on your thigh...do you know if there is any in the house?" he asked.
I told him to check in the bathroom cabinet. He walked out of the room to check and came back in a couple of minutes with some gauze and white medical tape. " I checked in on your mother and she was asleep" he said.
Then he looked directly at my still hard dick and said " Well, it doesn't seem that you have done any major damage...it still looks like you can maintain an erection"
"I am so embarrassed" I said..even though I wasn't.
"You shouldn't be, like I said earlier, it happens..." his voice kinda trailed off as he started to apply the gauze and tape it to me "...sometimes it even happens to the person that isn't being touched"
WHAT?!?! I tried to look him in the face but he was still looking down dressing my wound.
"Besides....you sold yourself short by telling me you weren't that big....you're a decent size... I mean...don't take it to your head, you aren't overly large, but you aren't too bad off" he said.
I decided to try to make my dick size an issue..if we continued to talk about mine...maybe his would eventually work it's way into the conversation. I told him how gym class used to be my most dreaded place to be...and how I wasn't too confident sexually and how that affected my life and he listened to everything barely saying a word. He then told me that I looked to be just about average and I shouldn't dwell on it. I replied that his last statement sounded like something a guy with a big dick would say since they don't know what it's like.
He looked me in the eye and said "Look Jeff, this seems to be a major issue to you and I want to help settle your mind...if you like we can go to my place and look at some medical books that I have..there is some information there I am sure you would benefit from"
"You have anything to drink at your house?" I asked. "This is making me feel a bit tense and a drink would loosen me up"
"Yes, I have plenty to drink...follow me" he said.
I locked up my moms house and got in my car and followed the doctor to his house a few miles away.
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