UNSPOKEN AGREEMENT, PART ONE
Late Friday afternoon, only ten minutes before the Base clinic closed, the nurse announced there was one guy left in the waiting room. I started to tell her to get him to come back Monday. Then looking out into the waiting, I caught sight of the tall, muscular soldier, staring out the window, slowly stroking his crotch.
"He has some kind of problem between his legs," she reported, gathering up her stuff to leave for the weekend. "Should I show him into the examining room?"
"Yes," I responded, "and lock the door to the Clinic on your way out."
As we went into the small examining room, I closed the door, asking him what his problem was. He mumbled something about a dull, persistent pain in the lower part of his body, indicating his crotch.
"Yes," I replied. "Well, take off your fatigues and let's see what we find."
I sat down on a low swivel chair a few feet away, having a hunch I was about to enjoy this. As he unbuttoned and then pulled off his shirt, he hesitated. I gestured for him to take off his pants.
Unbuckling them, he stopped, and then began to pull his T-shirt off over his head, revealing a muscular chest with an impressive set of pectoral muscles and pumped, muscular arms. I ran my eyes slowly over his upper body.
"You must work out with weights," I observed quietly, his face instantly coloring, his hands moving self-consciously up over his chest as he nodded. "That could be our problem. You may have pulled some groin muscles. We'll check that out." He smiled with embarrassment as my eyes lingered over his nervously-flexing pecs and then moved down onto his lower stomach.
He didn't appear to have much body hair, but as he slowly unbuttoned his fatigues and opened his fly, they slid down onto his hips, revealing a line of dark pubic hair running from just below his navel and disappearing somewhere down inside his low hanging shorts.
At that point, I realized he'd stopped undressing, looking at the floor and seeming hesitant to pull off his shorts. Indicating them too, I watched as he slipped his fingers inside the waist band and slid his underwear down over what was soon revealed to be a very generously-endowed crotch, far beyond my expectations.
Gazing with increasing interest as he leaned back on the table, his thighs spreading as, lifting one leg at a time, he pulled his underwear off over his feet, I felt my own dick stir in my light scrubs as his bounced heavily back and forth, inches from my eyes, expanding visibly out into its new-found freedom.
Standing naked before me, painfully aware of his nakedness, he looked to the side as I leaned forward in the swivel chair, my eyes moving slowly over his body as I wondered if his dick were normally that large, or if he was actually as aroused as it seemed.
"Tell me about these pains you've been having," I asked, breaking the silence.
Clearing his throat, he spoke slowly and in a low voice, avoiding eye contact with me as much as possible. I leaned back in the chair, my eyes riveted to one of the biggest dicks and set of balls I'd seen in four years of medical practice in the military, examining thousands of male groins.
More and more anxious to begin the physical examination, the anticipation of getting my hands in his crotch grew rapidly but, exercising restraint, I took a deep breath, waiting until I was more in control before I spoke.
"So," I said, leaning forward in my chair, "show me exactly where you've been having most of the discomfort."
He looked down at his crotch, indicating his very prominent set of balls and assuring me, "They get pretty sore sometimes." Then, spreading his legs apart, he moved one of his bull-size balls up into his hand, pointing out exactly where the pain was most often.
"Sometimes," he confessed, rubbing his fingers over the surface, "especially lately, this one's gotten very sore and warm."
Leaning forward, no longer able to restrain myself, I carefully took the heavy sack in my hand, his body immediately stiffening from the unexpectedly sudden warmth of my hand caressing and squeezing his huge balls against my soft, smooth palm. He moaned barely audibly as I did.
"Does this hurt?" I asked, holding them more loosely.
Opening his eyes which had begun to close, he shook his head slowly, clearly loving the sensation of my hand once again essentially fondling their remarkable fullness. His eyes again closed.
With much delight, I carefully examined each of his balls as slowly as I thought I could, justifiably. Fascinated by them, I turned them over in my hand, again and again, rubbing and squeezing their velvet smoothness as they relaxed against my palm, slowly providing quite a handful not easily contained in one hand.
Essentially playing with them, his huge dick often sliding against the back of my hand as I moved around them, I caught myself quietly moan from the scent of his warm meat as I felt his soft inner thighs, my fingers caressing his balls until they seen to throb.
"They are warm, rather feverous really," I heard myself say faintly, as I felt up under them, pressing against the exquisitely soft skin in this very intimate area of his body. "Yes, this skin's a nice, warm temperature," I almost whispered, mostly to myself as I probed the area. "That's a good sign."
He showed little response other than an occasional sigh, more of acceptance than boredom. Then as he leaned back on the edge of the examining table, his thighs parted more, releasing the strong musk of his groin which suddenly filled my nostrils with its compellingly masculine scent.
Leaning closer into his crotch, I felt once more up under his scrotum, his large balls dragging heavily against the palm of my hand as he pulled back slightly from what seemed to be for him also, a powerfully erotic sensation. Then, tilting his crotch up, he lifted his hips slightly up off the table; his huge sausage of a dick, clearly swelling, fell heavily back against his groin, lying lazily against a cushion of thick pubic hair as it thickened visibly.
Glancing at his dick and apparently embarrassed by its swelling, he turned his face to the wall, resting his hand loosely over the ponderous shaft as I examined other tender areas inside his groin. Watching his dick swell out from under his hand, I fought the urge to move my hand over its swollen head. Instead I pressed my fingers around the thick base, pushing against his body as I asked if that caused any pain. Pulling back quickly against the table, he choked slightly.
"I'm not sure," he replied softly. "Yes, maybe."
Slowly massaging its thick base, the fullness of his shaft forced to twist sensuously against my wrist and arm, I watched his eyes close, his head turning away as he began to suck his bottom lip slightly between his teeth.
Taking that as good sign, I grew bolder, perhaps too soon, sliding my hand up the length of his amazingly thick cock and squeezing its velvet smoothness. His reaction was swift. Suddenly jerking involuntarily back from the pressure of my hand, his hand reached for it, but stopped just above his crotch, not interfering with the movement of my hand then lightly fondling his smooth shaft for the first time.
"Don't worry about that. It's a normal reaction," I reassured him. "As a doctor, I see it all the time. Just relax. It's just part of the examination."
Taking a deep breath as he pressed his lips together, his eyes closing, he did as I asked, slowly resting his hands on the table. I held his badly swollen cock firmly in my hand, pretending to check it for abrasions or bruised areas, loving the way it felt, but wondering how much longer I'd be able to keep this up.
"Tell me," I asked, rubbing my thumb over the fat mushroom head. "Do you masturbate a lot?" He hesitated for a moment, his hands pressing into the table beneath him as his body began to shake slightly.
"Um, I guess I don't know what you mean," he confessed slowly, his body shifting against the table. I asked again, more bluntly.
"Oh," he replied. "No, not much. There's not much privacy in the barracks. I haven't done that since I joined the army."
"You need to get off," I cautioned, "but gently, taking care not to strike your testicles. Balls the size of yours could be easily bruised and cause the type of pain you describe having. You understand what I'm saying?"
He didn't reply, but as I found myself actually stroking his dick inside my hand, I felt his thighs closing against my hand and his body turn enough to inhibit my movement against his dick. Realizing I'd probably become too aggressive, I took my hand off his dick, watching as he quickly covered much of it with his hand.
Turning his face away, he lowered his eyes and then suddenly sat up on the edge of the table, his face grim. I thought he'd probably leave soon and turned away from him, wiping off my hand.
"Is that all?" he blurted out, nervously. I leaned back against the wall, relieved, and then resumed my seat on the swivel chair. He looked at me blankly.
"That's one possibility. You might have a hernia or pulled muscle in your groin. We'd have to check for that. It's up to you."
He thought a moment and then, sliding off the table, his huge dick flopping once more freely between his legs, he stood in front of me, holding it loosely under his hand, its thick head visible, still moist with precum. I waited and, placing my hands on around either side of his butt, my fingers pressing into the smooth skin of his firm and rounded cheeks, I pulled him closer to me, his weight shifting onto both parted legs, his more relaxed cock swaying seductively between them. I took a deep breath.
"When was the last time you were examined for signs of hernia?"
He thought for a moment, then shrugged, "I guess that was what they were looking for when I got my physical for the service over a year ago. They looked me over pretty good down there," indicating his crotch. Then, hands on his hips, he looked toward the ceiling as I continued the exam.
Sliding my hand gently between his thighs, I felt up under his huge balls with my fingers, again holding his balls against the palm of my hand as I pressed in various areas in his groin. He inhaled deeply, leaning his body into mine.
"Does that hurt?" I asked, each time pressing more firmly against the warm, velvet flesh under his balls. He shook his head, but said nothing. "There is one other thing we might check," I suggested. "The pain might be due to some problem with your prostate. Have you ever had it checked before?"
At first he said no, but when I said it was inside his rectum, his eyes opened wider. "Oh yes," he replied, "and it hurts."
Smiling, I said, "No, not if you relax and don't fight it. We'll take it very slow and easy, but a lot of it depends on you. Lie back on the table, your legs bent up at the knees and parted."
Again lying on the table, he positioned himself as I directed. Standing at the end of the table, I held the firm cheeks of his butt, one in each hand as I guided his butt to the edge of the table in front of me, his full cheeks relaxed apart, extending just beyond the edge.
Spreading his cheeks further apart with my fingers, I looked at his soft pink ass hole, nervously puckering as it awaited my probing finger. I deeply wished it were my dick he was about to feel sliding inside it. That was impossible, of course. I realized that. But what a sweet ass I had spread before me.
Anticipating my pleasure at least in examining it, I dabbed my fingers into a jar of lubricant and slowly spread it around and slowly inside his small, tight ass hole. Usually I'd wear a glove for this procedure, but I wanted to have full contact with his tight, obviously virgin ass. It felt wonderful, his tight, little ass hole clinging to my finger as it stretched and teased its lips.
Probably I was again a bit too eager. He jerked back, reminding me I'd said I'd go slow and take my time. I smiled, assuring him I would as I became more and more fascinated by the slow pressure of its nervous lips biting at my finger as it repeatedly probed the impossibly tight opening. At times lingering sensuously inside its pressure, it seemed to milk my bare finger.
Fantasizing that it was my dick the lips of his ass hole were clinging to, I teased them repeatedly, deeply aroused by their rapid, nervous contractions. Soon high from the sensation, my dick pressing against the leg of my scrubs, I had to consciously force myself back to reality.
Eyes tightly closed, the only sound he made was a low, almost imperceptible moan, more like breathing as I felt his tight asshole relax against my finger, allowing me to move it further inside him. Suddenly his moaning became more audible until, protesting quietly, he tried unsuccessfully to lift off my finger.
"Relax, relax," I cautioned, "I think I've discovered what we need to know."
His prostate was, as I'd expected, very warm and somewhat enlarged, sure signs of low grade infection. I withdrew my finger slightly, but reluctant to end what was for me a very erotic and enjoyable procedure, I allowed myself to move it slowly around the sides of his anus, loving the feeling of thrusting inside the tight warmth of his butt, only mildly distracted by his faint moans of discomfort, which I soon realized were perhaps more from his pleasure than pain.
Most straight men definitely didn't like this procedure. But, even if they did like it, they were equally as uncomfortable accepting that they did. But from all indications, this guy liked it, a lot, so much so that in time, he made no attempt to hide it.
Looking at his dick, still swollen out from his groin, when most men's were by then somewhat shriveled, I had clear evidence of his pleasure. The large head was covered with a thin layer of precum, some of which had dried. Watching more of this prostate fluid pulse from his wide slit, I wanted badly to slide my lips over it, fearfully wondering if I'd dare.
Finally I forced myself to completely withdraw my finger, sitting once again on the swivel chair and trying to get myself together. Closing his legs, he sat up on the table and, noticing the sticky mess on the head of his cock, tried to hide the leakage with his hand.
Turning my head, seeming to ignore this, I told him I suspected his problem was with his prostate, but I'd need a sample of his fluid to test to be sure. I'd have to massage his prostate, moving deeper inside his butt with my fingers, and try to force the fluid out through his penis. He frowned at that. I gave him a moment to imagine what that would be like.
"Well," he responded, finally, "if it's just fluid, isn't there any other way to get it out through my dick? I mean there must be something we could at least try."
Thinking a moment, I smiled to myself. "Well, yes," I said, "there is another procedure that's easier and not painful, but I'll have to have your full cooperation to do it."
"No, problem," he replied, eagerly, "You're the doctor. I'll do anything you tell me to do." Again, an even bigger smile spread across my face. Telling him to lie back once more on the table, I took a towel from the cabinet.
"I'll need you to spread his legs wide apart, as you did before, but keep your back and feet flat on the table. Your groin should be tilted up and available to me throughout the procedure. By the way, how long has it been since you've had an ejaculation?"
"Gosh, I don't know," he replied, "except when I dream, almost never."
Surprised, but pleased, I recalled the unusually large amount of fluid he'd secreted during the last procedure and anticipated an even heavier load of cum.
"This procedure is a kind of simulated masturbation." I explained. "Hopefully we'll be able to collect a large sample of fluid. It'll require your complete relaxation and concentration. Ignore everything but the sensation you're feeling in your groin, which should be very pleasant. Close your eyes, if you like. I'm going to place this towel over them to prevent any light from interfering."
Eager to begin, I looked at him from time to time as I prepared. Then, sitting on the stool, I pulled up between his legs.
"First, I'm going to massage your genitals and groin area in order to stimulate a heavy ejaculation. Don't be surprised if I use several different techniques during this procedure. It'll feel quite good at times. You may feel some pressure now and then, but relax and go with it."
His dick, already quite swollen, swayed heavily from side to side as I took it in my hand, fondling its heavy bulkiness with much pleasure. Squeezing the head up full and thick, I yearned to slide my mouth over its amazing fullness and suck it up harder, but I forced myself to wait.
Taking an ordinary condom, I slipped it, with more than a little difficulty over the head of his penis, warning him he'd feel a sung pressure as I did. Then, stroking his shaft full length, I unrolled the condom as far as it'd go over his dick, leaving the bottom half exposed.
Immediately his huge dick responded, visibly swelling against the latex and leaking against its clear encasement. At that point, my own dick, pressing painfully against my thin scrubs, stirred restlessly, as well. "When you're ready," I said softly, "allow yourself to ejaculate as much as you can. I'll do what I can to help stimulate the flow."
Listening to his moans and faint sighs as I milked the thick base of his hugely-swollen shaft, forcing the cum up in his shaft, I couldn't resist running my lips and moist tongue along the swollen spine underneath the length of his cock, that part not covered by the condom. His body thrust against the pressure, accepting it easily, at least at first.
My confidence grew, perhaps too rapidly, as I openly licked and sucked the exposed areas of his dick and balls. His body twisted with excitement, seeming to revile in the sensation, but suddenly I felt his lower body pull back slightly from my lips.
"Does that hurt?" I asked, continuing to stroke his hugely swollen dick in my hand. His body slowly relaxing, but still breathing hard, I heard him reply in a low, breathless voice, "No . . . no."
Increasing the stimulation, I pushed my mouth up between his balls and inner thighs, licking and sucking the soft skin inside his upper thighs as I stroked the tender skin on his lower stomach, my fingers moving eagerly over the warm flesh stretched tightly over his muscular body.
His breathing soon became even more labored as, his cock pulsing hard against the sides of my hand, his lower body pushed against my face. Taking a deep breath, he sighed audibly, his thighs suddenly closing against my head.
"Relax," I cautioned him quietly. "It won't take much longer." I listened as he tried faintly to rely, but unable to, his body language told me enough.
Smiling to myself, I pulled back, gazing at his lower body, hunching upward into the incredible sensations he was no doubt experiencing. Noticing the condom was about to slip off his painfully swollen head of his dick, I pulled it gently off the glistening head, placing it on the table next to the stool.
Quickly fascinated by the generous amount of thick, shiny precum oozing from its large slit and running down the side of its huge, moist head, I felt compelled to slide my mouth over it. Without thinking, wanting it so badly, I impulsively licked a taste of his precum and, loving it, impulsively slid my lips over the thick, moist head, sucking as much of the shaft up into the hot warmth of my mouth as I could.
His reaction was instant. His body tensed and, pulling away involuntarily, his hands gripped my shoulders tightly.
Pausing, but holding his dick firmly between my lips, I eased my mouth gently up and down over its thick girth, stopping often when he seemed agitated, but then continuing again. This continued until, becoming quite aroused by this apparently exquisite feeling, he began to rub his chest slowly, occasionally pinching his nipples and moving his hips in rhythm with the strokes of my mouth.
Neither of us said or did anything to change the mood of this new, unexpectedly intense level of sexual intimacy. Loving the taste and texture of his warm hard dick against my tongue, I sucked as much of it into my mouth as I could, savoring the pleasure of its sliding inside my mouth, pressing firmly against my tongue. For a time we both became almost uncontrollably aroused, but hopefully not so much that he'd cum soon. I wanted this to last as long as possible.
Running my hands urgently up and down over his stomach and chest, I squeezed the muscles of his pecs in my hands, massaging them openly, at times pinching their hard, prominent nipples as I sucked in long, deep strokes over his dick, deep-throating it frequently as I moaned loudly.
Suddenly, his body once more stiffened, his hands holding mine still on his pecs and then pulling them off. Then, returning his arms to his side, he lay motionless on the examining table, giving me no insight into what he was feeling, except that his excitement was somehow waning, his dick softening in my mouth.
Feeling perhaps I'd become too bold, frightening him, I wasn't sure what to do, but ease off a little. Sliding my hands slowly back down over his hard, muscular stomach, I held his cock in my mouth, sucking it more gently as I collected my thoughts. Perhaps my passion, suddenly out of control, violated the unspoken agreement under which our sexual intimacy had been allowed. I wasn't sure.
Neither of us spoke. Relaxing my hands on his body, I increased the pressure of my still-hungry mouth on his thick and tender meat, massaging it firmly with my tongue, tenderly caressing his balls in my warm hands and stroking his soft inner thighs once again in an effort to reassure him.
In time, I felt his crotch yield gradually to my silently affectionate touch. Then, accepting it, his body relaxed once more, his cock soon thrusting openly against my lips and deep into my mouth, in itself a large concession on his part to my demands. His noticeably swollen dick continued to thicken in my mouth until it reached enormous size once again, leaking profusely the clean taste of his precum onto my tongue.
Afraid he'd cum soon, I slowly pulled off his cock, holding it firmly in my hand as I sucked gently on his balls and up under his full sack, moving my full lips against the hugely-swollen balls. Then, trying to calm myself down, my own cock extremely hard and aching, I moved my face gently against his meaty crotch, assailed by its male scent, which only aroused me more.
I needed to cum. Frustrated, I pulled the waistband of my scrubs down over my meat, freeing my impossibly hard cock. Stroking it a few times until I realized I was about to drop my lode.
Slipping the condom I'd earlier taken off his cock, then partially onto my achingly hard cock, I stroked it up over my full cock firmly in one hand. Then, stroking his thick shaft with the other, I milked the tender, sensitive head of his cock with my lips, loving the slight tastes of sperm which he frequently secreted into my mouth. Exhilarated by this, I knew I had to have all of his thick sperm, not only this small taste.
Wanting to take his lode, I decided to cum in the condom myself, substituting mine as the supposed test sample for which we'd begun our sexual adventure.
Pushing him very close to orgasm, I felt his cock flare against the sides of my lips and his huge shaft jerk against my tongue as I felt his warm sperm ooze and then spurt forcefully in thick, creamy amounts across my tongue and into my mouth.
Tasting its rich fullness against my tongue, I moaned with pure delight as I felt his hands on the back of my head, holding my mouth firmly against his cock as he emptied a huge lode of thick, sweet cream uncontrollably, flooding my tongue.
Savoring it in my mouth, anticipating what was yet to come, I listened to his almost painful moans as he panted, his body trembling from the initial orgasm. Suddenly I felt the unmistakable waves of my own lode rising inside my groin and spurting heavily from my slit, pulsing long issues of cum repeatedly into the snug condom.
His cock twisting inside my mouth, holding back yet another lode, I worked the condom off my own, placing it on the table next to the stool, as he grasped the sides of the examining table, trying to contain his orgasm. Then, spurting one final time into my mouth, his thick sperm gushed its heavy warmth, some of it moving directly down into my throat.
Weakened, yet still thrusting inside my mouth, he tried unsuccessfully to stifle his audible reaction, an intense moaning deep from within his body. Then, as I felt his body slowly relax against the table, I eased my mouth off his still firm and swollen cock, his breathing slowly returning to normal. Lying quietly on the table, he didn't speak, or react in any way.
Assuming he was perhaps dozing off, as his breathing seemed to deepen, I leaned back in the swivel chair, gazing at his impressive naked body, limp on the examining table. His exhausted meat, literally drained of cum, hung limp between his spread muscular legs which, in turn, hung loosely over each side of the table, almost touching the floor.
Getting up, I dried his moist crotch and, unable to resist, moved my lips over his sweating meat, sucking the sides of his still swollen cock, tasting the residue of his unbelievably large orgasms and wondering if I'd ever have this intense pleasure again. There was a 50/50 chance. Then, as I watched him stir and lift his feet flat up on the table, his legs bent and closing painfully once more, he pulled the towel from his eyes, asking softly if I'd gotten a good sample.
"Yes," I replied, picking up the condom partially filled with my own cum and holding it over his head. "I'll send this over first thing in the morning for analysis."
Looking at the condom, blinking his eyes in disbelief, he tried to hide his wonderment by getting off the table, but his legs buckled slightly.
"I feel a little weak," he said, looking again at the condom. Smiling at his reaction, I put it in the fridge. He watched closely, but said nothing.
"You'll be all right," I reassured him.
"And will I need further treatment?" he asked, looking at the floor. I smiled as he looked up at me under his bent head.
"Yes," I responded, "I expect so. Check with me Monday."
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Fall, 2007