Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2012 16:50:29 -0500 From: Az Urite Subject: Electric Boy Spot part 8 John looked at me with visible irritation. "Did you have to break your arms to get Doctor Mark's attention?" "No, nothing that drastic. That's the next story," I replied. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. If you don't do it, who will. All comments are appreciated. The next night, John started early with the beer. He had three empties at his feet before I finished my first. I was waiting for him to say something. His patience was wearing thin. I knew he had a sort of medical fetish, or at least that was the kind of porn he liked. "Look," he finally said with mock desperation. "I don't care if you sucked off the Loch Ness monster and then gang banged the cross country team, I want to hear about Doctor Mark." He tried to cross his arms to emphasize the point, but the beer bottle caught in the crook of his arm and it took him a few seconds to figure out why it wasn't working. "Okay," I replied. "My experience with the new camp Doctor was much better than Ronny had with the old one." John's eyes opened wide and his drunk smile pulled into a grin. He settled back in his chair to listen. Like I said, something was going on with my hormones. My cock was hard most of the day. The only relief was getting fucked and sucked by Ronny. I went to sleep with my asshole tingling, but I kept a handful of paper towels under my pillow, so if I woke up before reveille, I could jack off before everyone else was awake. One day after lunch, I was feeling a little queasy, but shook it off. It kept coming in spells and it got worse after dinner. The really weird thing was my cock was hard the whole time. I was having cramps and my cock wouldn't go down. When Ronny made the lights out bed check, he found me sitting on the toilet with my elbows on my knees. I had been there a while and nothing was happening. "You don't look so good," he says. I don't feel so good, either, I tell him. "Let's go find Doctor Mark." Walking made it a little better, but my cock is still riding under the elastic in my shorts. There was a dim light in the Infirmary window. Ronny gave the door a couple of sharp knocks and in a few seconds, Doctor Mark opened it. He was in his boxers and his bath robe was hanging open. He switched on the lights and I was looking at the hairiest man I had ever seen. "I got a kid with a bellyache, Doc," Ronny says. Even if he did have his cock up my ass every night for the last couple weeks, when we were in public, he maintained a professional distance. Next, Doctor Mark has a thermometer in my mouth and he presses his fingers under my jaw. It was a regular quick exam, so I wasn't surprised when he told me to get on the table and lie down. The stethoscope spent a little time on my chest, but moved quickly to my stomach. Doctor Mark pulled my waist band down, which made my cock tent the front of my shorts. He didn't seem to notice and started poking me, each time asking, "Does that hurt?" I was pretty uncomfortable, but there was no real pain. After a bit, he turned to Ronny and said, "No fever and it don't look like appendicitis, so I don't think it's anything serious. You can go on back to your cabin. I'll keep him here tonight." Ronny looked relieved. I don't know what he thought was wrong, but he gave me a professional, "See you in the morning," and he was out the door. Doctor Mark was just as professional. "Slip your shorts off and roll on your side," he says. "I need to make one more check." My cock sprang up like a flag pole and he smiled. "You can't be too sick." I was pretty sure of what was coming next, but by this time, I didn't care. He pulled on a pair of exam gloves and turned on the big lamp by the table. "Pull your knees up a little." I'm on my side in a fetal position and Doctor Mark pulled my cheeks apart. "Uh-huh, I see the problem," he says with real authority. I twisted back, as if I could see what he spotted, but all I see is this really wicked smile on his face." "What," I start to ask, but I don't know what to say. Doctor Mark opened the drawer and I saw KY jelly for the first time. It was a huge tube. "You've had so much going in your rear end, it's forgotten what it's real job is," he said and pushed a greasy finger in my asshole. I was busted and had no idea what to say. Doctor Mark laughed when he saw the look on my face and gave my ass a playful slap with his free hand. "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. I saw this all the time at Boy's State." His finger wormed around inside me for a bit and then he declared, "You have constipation caused by hardened stool. You'd think all that stretching would cause the opposite problem, wouldn't you." I didn't answer because I'm still wondering about the things he saw at Boy's State Correctional Institute. He extended his finger and gave me a slow deliberate deep stroke. My back reflexively arched back against his hand and I moaned. "That feels good, doesn't it?" Of course it did and he knew it. "Uh, yeah," was all I could manage. "Do you know what that is?" he asked. He gave me another stroke so I could be sure what he meant. "My secret electric boy spot," I moaned. It never sounded so silly until I said it out loud and wished I had played dumb. He laughed out loud. "I never heard that one before, but it's close." He kept up the gentle pressure and continued. "That is your prostate. It's a gland at the base of your penis. It produces fluid to wash the urethra clean before ejaculation and produces most of the fluid in your semen. And," he paused for effect, "It feels really good when something rubs it through the lining of your rectum." I felt another slap on my ass and he pulled his finger out. "That's why you walked in with a boner in your shorts. That big turd has been mashing your prostate flat all day long." That was probably more than I really wanted to know, but everything he said made sense. After all, he was the doctor. "There's a couple ways to treat your problem," he said. I thought he meant my hard-on. "I could give you a dose of castor oil." I had never taken castor oil, but knew it was nasty. "That would take another day or two to help." I was listening. "There is another treatment. It works much faster, but it's not an approved procedure. It's something I developed at Boy's State. A lot of boys up there have your problem." Doctor Mark paused and I figured he was waiting for me to say something. I couldn't imagine what he was talking about. "Does it hurt?" I asked. He laughed one more time. "No, it doesn't hurt a bit, but it will have to be our secret." Suddenly I had a better idea what he meant. "Sure, I can keep a secret," I replied. Doctor Mark pulled a jar from the drawer and unscrewed the lid. "A couple of glycerin suppositories are the first part of the special treatment. They'll melt and make things easier for you. Roll onto your stomach." I complied and barely felt them go in, but his long finger insured proper placement. He pulled his finger out and peeled off the glove. I was really getting to like the finger treatment. "Come with me and we'll continue your treatment." I followed him, wearing nothing but my t-shirt, with my cock swinging in front of me. The suppositories were melting. I resisted the urge to reach back and finger myself. Doctor Mark sat me on the toilet and stood in front of me. The fur on his hairy chest grew all the way down his stomach and disappeared inside his shorts. I was face to face with the bulge of his cock. I wanted to rub it through the cloth, but kept my hands to myself. I didn't dare hope for more, but I really wanted it. "Now, you need to relax and let the suppositories do their job." I'm still staring straight at the bulge in his shorts and not really listening to his words. "It's important to stop thinking about your gut and put your mind on something else." His thumb hooked in his waist band and pulled it down just a bit. This got my full attention. Doctor Mark slipped his shorts down below his balls and now I have his cock inches from my face. It was half hard, which surprised me a little. All my other encounters started with a cock at full attention. It wasn't as long as Andy's, but it was definitely thicker. He rubbed his fingers through his pubic hair and pinched it at the base. A pearl drop appeared at the head. "See that? My prostate made that just for you." I heard that, loud and clear. "Put your mind on that. Look at my cock. That's all you need to think about." I was hypnotized and ready to do anything he said. His cock was full hard now. It was thicker and the head was wider than the shaft. My mouth dropped open and he stepped just a bit closer. "That's it. Taste it. That's all you need." I put my lips around the head and sucked that drop into my mouth. I pulled back to lick my lips and plunged my head back down on it. After sucking Ronny and Andy and Eric, I figured I must be an expert cocksucker. I gave it my best effort, but I was a little off balance and couldn't move as fast as I really wanted to. "Whoa there," Doctor Mark said. "Don't be in such a hurry." "Yes sir," I replied and opened my mouth for a second go. "Call me Doctor Mark. "I want you to enjoy my cock." "Yes, Doctor Mark." He put his hand on my shoulder and stepped between my feet. That made it a little easier. "Go slow. Just think about my cock in your mouth. Savor the feel against your tongue. Savor the taste. Feel it against your throat. Take is slowly. Go deep as you can." It definitely took my mind off my ass. I closed my eyes and rocked gently, letting my lips drag over the head and back again until it lodged in my mouth. My hand went to my cock, and it never felt better to give it a tight stroke. Doctor Mark tapped my shoulder. "Stop that. It'll make your asshole tighten up. Just relax and suck my cock like a nipple, slow and easy." The treatment worked. In a moment, my asshole opened and I lost about ten pounds in two seconds. I didn't even notice until Doctor Mark stepped back and I nearly fell forward, trying to keep my mouth around his cock. He thought this funny, but I almost fell off the toilet. "Wipe yourself and I'll check to make sure everything is okay." It was kind of strange. After he had his fingers in his ass and I sucked his cock while waiting to take a shit, I was suddenly modest about him watching me wipe my ass. It didn't help that his cock soaked a wet spot through his shorts. He put me back on the exam table, this time flat on my back, with my cock still at attention. "Scoot down to the end and pull your knees up," he says. He squeezed more K-Y on his finger, this time there was no glove. "You see, the anus is a muscle." His slick finger circled my asshole and pressed lightly. "It's very pliable and stretches easily. It's easy to tell when it's been stretched by something going in, instead of coming out." He pushed his finger all the way in, just to make the point. "I've seen plenty of boy's assholes. It's part of the job. At Boy's State, it was all day long. As you know, the anus is very sensitive." He paused to apply more K-Y and returned with two fingers. "I know what you've been doing. I've seen this before." He stopped talking and just gazed down at his fingers stroking in and out of my hole. "You have?" I asked, not really sure if I wanted to know what he had seen. "Yes, at Boy's State all the boys play with each other. What else are they going to do? They masturbate each other, suck each other's cocks and sooner or later, every one of them gets fucked in the ass. That's the interesting part." He stopped talking again. I was about to go crazy. "What's interesting?" Doctor Mark held his fingers deep in my ass and his smile changed to a very serious face. "Most boys only take a cock up their ass because they have to. But, there is always one who discovers he likes it. He starts to crave it. All he can think about is the next cock to fuck him. Shower time is agonizing for him. He'll suck a cock, but he really wants to be fucked and filled with cum. At Boy's State, they called them Dover boys." "Dover?" I asked. That didn't make any sense. Doctor Mark resumed his slow finger fuck. "As in `bend over' boys." Now it made perfect sense. "They sleep six to a room and after a while, one of them becomes a Dover boy. Right after lights out, everyone strips naked and the Dover boy lies face down on his cot. They stand around the cot and jack each other's cocks while they wait their turn. This makes them cum pretty fast. The Dover boy takes five loads every night. Of course, boys recover real fast, so some take a second turn." I'm having trouble breathing. Doctor Mark just described my ultimate fantasy. I was thinking of stealing a car or robbing a bank. Anything that would get me sent to Boy's State. "Are you ready for your treatment?" he asked. I could barely talk. "Yes, Doctor Mark." I pulled my knees up tight to show how ready I was. He worked his shorts down and kicked them to the side. That thick cock was farther away than before, but seeing it next to mine made it look huge. It wasn't much longer, but fully hard, it was twice the width and I wanted more than anything. My hands slipped down my thighs to my ass cheeks and I pulled them until my fingers slipped. It was the most brazen slutty thing I could think of to show how ready I was for my treatment. Doctor Mark put his hands on my ankles and raised my legs. His cock was at the perfect height and it pressed straight against my hole. Even after all his finger work, I still felt the tension as my asshole stretched to let that big head inside. This was way bigger than Ronny or Andy. Doctor Mark kept a steady pressure. I wished he would back out a little and let me take it in stages, but he never let up. Suddenly the head popped in and my asshole closed on the shaft. That was the most incredible feeling. Now, he pulled back and the head tugged at my asshole from the inside. That was even better. I wanted to ask him to turn me over and fuck me like a Dover boy, but no words came out of my mouth. Now I was really getting fucked. His balls slapped against my ass and I was lost in the feeling. He wrapped his slick hand around my cock and ran his fingers up the shaft. I groaned, but the sound came out more like a squeal. "That's it, boy. Make that little hole tight for Doctor Mark. You need this treatment. You want it." His hand pistoned up and down my cock in time to each stroke across my prostate. I was nearly in convulsions. He had complete control and wouldn't let up. My ass lifted off the table each time his cock slammed into me and just when I thought the room was going dark, his hand wrapped around my balls and cum sprayed from my belly button to my nipples. He pulled my nutsack up and out of the way so he wouldn't smash my balls as his cock gave me one last vicious slam. He froze in place with just his thighs flexing as his cock filled my ass. We stayed in that position for just a moment. Doctor Mark pulled his cock out and bent down for one last examination. I half expected his tongue but that was not to be. He gave me a sharp smack on the ass and said, "Let's get you back to the toilet." This time, there was no waiting and there were no shorts to block my view of his cock. Doctor Mark's cum dripped from my asshole in a steady stream. He put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed my head down as he bent over to examine my upturned ass. It was still shrinking back down to normal, whatever that means. His cock was again inches from my face, but I couldn't reach it in this position. He was satisfied with the state of my creamy asshole and stood up. His cock was still wet and slick with cum. "Do Dover boys do clean up?" I asked. He smiled and stepped up close again. "Of course they do." I took his cock in my mouth again, this time happy to go slow and savor the taste. All comments are welcome. Don't forget to contribute to Nifty. If you don't do it, who will.