From: The Guide Subject: Doctor Jacks Off Patient, 15 Date: Thu, 06 Mar 1997 12:30:42 -0500 Organization: The Internet Access Company, Inc. Reply-To: theguide@guidemag.com Visit The Guide at http://www.guidemag.com ** Doctor Jacks Off Patient, 15 ** The following is excerpted from Raunch, Boyd McDonald's 11th volume of true sex histories. for more gay news and features, visit The Guide's web site at http://www.guidemag.com Minnesota-- I guess you could say I underwent my rites of passage in the doctor's office. I was about 15 at the time and as I laid on the examination table in my jockey shorts I wished I could have been almost anywhere else. It was too late. Our family doctor, a man in his mid-30s, was removing my shorts. My face burned. I was too embarrassed to look down. I didn't have to look. I could feel him working my ball sac loose and rolling my nuts in his fingers one by one. From there he moved to my cock. He pulled it out as far as it would go. I'd asked for this even though I was mortified by the whole idea. The only other cock in my life was my father's and I knew it well; dad always cut hair in the buff. It was the perfect opportunity for a study of male anatomy. I would watch my dad's ample meat bob and swing in front of my face. Sometimes it would come to rest on my hands or arms as he'd reach for a tricky trim. He would have known it was there but he'd let it linger long enough for me to appreciate the solid feel and texture of the adult cock. Anyway, that's why I was in the doctor's office. I expected to get at least as big as dad, cock -wise. I was coming up short and time was running out! I was convinced I was only about half size by the only standard I knew. My cock was never one to resist stimulation of almost any kind and the doctor's skillful handwork was no exception. And as my cock stiffened he began stroking me in a way that was familiar. It was clear he wanted me to come! I looked down to see the livid head and shaft of my boner bob in and out of view as the doctor found his stride. It was strange yet wonderful to both feel and see. In fact he was opening up a whole new world of sensation. Every few strokes he would pause to plunge his thumb and index finger deep into the scrotum between balls and cock. Great bursts of indescribable pleasure pulsed in my groin and shaft. My nuts were alive with pleasure. But my load was still holding back. The doctor asked several times whether he was "doing it right" for me and was this the way I did it? All I could think was, "So this is how another man does it." He asked several times whether I was about to come. It sure looked ripe and ready to pop. It was so hard it was shiny and the pre-cum welled out in big globs. The doctor held some tissues and held them, like a catcher's mitt, where my load was due. After about five minutes, things were getting pretty serious; we'd both stopped talking as we watched my cock. It was locked on super hard and ready for the big one. Just then a nurse came to the door! Doc kept stroking but the spell was broken. I sure didn't want to be blasting a load with the nurse looking on. I guess he sensed this, too. He quickly rolled my underpants up over my erection. It stood out in bold relief under the taut fabric of my briefs. The doctor intercepted the nurse at the door but I was sure I could see her glancing past him at my cock. After what seemed like a long time, the doctor came back but he seemed rushed. Meanwhile my semen had gone into full retreat and my cock was right behind. The doctor's verdict was that my cock was normal in size but the doctor agreed to try a series of testosterone shots just in case. I told him about my dad. He asked whether I'd seen my dad with a hard on. I hadn't and I'd often wondered why. The doc suggested I see my dad hard before deciding too quickly about my own size. The treatments lasted a month or so. I never watched my cock so closely. And on the doc's advice, I did my best to catch my dad with his cock up. I considered all kinds of ways I might help bring it about but none were exactly subtle or prudent. By the time I was due back at the doctor's office, I had to admit failure. It was back to the examining table for me. Did I think I was any bigger? Well, maybe a little; it was hard to tell. Once again the doc pulled my cock up into an erection. My face flushed with the intensity of my organ. I watched in silence, too horny to be embarrassed. He quickly assembled the tissues, and just in time. The cum came hot and hard, I could feel my cock swell and jerk with each spurt as he held it firmly in his hand, squeezing and milking it. He knew cock like only another man can know. He continued to hold my dick for a minute or two. It remained rock hard. Finally it was verdict time. He didn't think I was any bigger but that I was plenty big enough. I had a thick, nicely -shaped penis big enough to please any woman. I found other ways to use it but I'll never forget the doctor who really made it OK to be me. He was there just when I needed him most. ** Copyright 1997 The Guide and Fidelity Publishing for more gay news and features, visit The Guide's web site at http://www.guidemag.com