Date: Sat, 9 Jan 2016 14:02:53 -0500
From: jon white <jonwhite808@yahoo.com>
Subject: Urology Nurse

			      UROLOGY NURSE 1

 Since I had been hired by Dr. Steinmetz his daily patient visit load had
increased by some forty percent. The patient visit began by the secretary
collecting the insurance, past history, medications and chief complaint.
Then they came to me for an initial history of the problem, initial exam
and making out the laboratory test requisition. It was an ideal job for a
perpetually horny, gay, thirty two old man. Me. Since the vast majority of
female urological problems were handled by obstetrician/gynecologist so,
the men came to urologists. And since urine from men was delivered through
the penis, I had many such organs in my sight and hand during a workday.

 Today had been relatively uninteresting, mostly older men with prostate
issues, but my last patient, Timothy Billings, was ten years my senior but
looked younger than that. His problem was erectile dysfunction. On
questioning, the main difficulty was losing his erection while attempting
intercourse with his wife. The secretary had put him in an examining room,
gave him an examination gown (looked like a flimsy white cotton bathrobe)
and had him undress. When I opened his dressing gown his cock began to
fill. I examined his testicles and he was almost fully hard. When I
inserted a forefinger to check his prostate his dick was rock hard and
pointing toward the ceiling. A nice one, quite thin but with a bigger glans
and about eight inches long. I filled out a requisition for the usual lab
work including a testosterone level and sent him off to Dr. Steinmetz.

 Billings returned a week later. He explained that the doc had suggested I
provide some counseling and had given him a prescription for the "Pfizer
Riser". Billings said it helped, but he still couldn't keep his erection
long enough to climax or please his wife. I suggested that in addition to
the magic blue pill a cock ring might do the job, and had him drop trou. I
gave him an elastic cock ring from my desk drawer and showed him how to put
it on. Again he had a boner by the time I had done so. I removed the ring,
told him he could keep it and if he needed replacements they were a buck a
dozen in any drug store. Women used them to secure their pony tails.

 He got his pants back on and we sat down to talk. I closed his chart and
explained that to get anywhere he would need to be utterly frank. No
written record would be made as to the contents of our discussion. I asked
if he had a problem with popping a woodie in a gang shower. There was a
moment of silence before he said, very quietly, "Yes." I asked him if he
had considered he might be bisexual. "Oh no. I love my wife, we have two
kids and a good marriage. Except, I guess, for the sex part." I pointed out
that Masters and Johnson had shown decades ago that we are all bisexual but
at different points on the scale. Millions of married men have strong gay
feelings and indulge in gay sex and continue with good marriages. And I
admitted I was pretty far on the gay end of the spectrum. Then I asked if,
when he was attempting intercourse with his wife he closed his eyes and
tried to imagine he was really screwing a guy. Again a pause and a quiet,
"Sometimes." I told him to think about what I had said, try the cockring
and come back in a week to report results and talk some more.

 "Well the ring helped, but mostly it didn't get me to a climax. And I
thought about what you said about bisexuals. I guess I have to admit it was
pretty exciting to sit and have an honest talk with myself." I asked him
what his conclusions were and he said. "Well, the only way to see if gay
sex was any better than heterosexual sex was to try it."

  I told him, to be scientific about it he would have to try having rectal
intercourse with a man. I added that his penis was perfectly proportioned
for rectal sex, I hadn't had a penis in my rectum for weeks and I would be
perfectly OK with being the subject of his experiment.

  "Wow," he said. "Wow, I'll have to think about that." Maybe five seconds
of furrowed brow silence, then a wide smile. "OK. I guess I'll never have a
safer opportunity, so show me what to do." By the time we had shed our
clothes we were both erect. I rolled a condom on his member, and lubed him
up. Then I suggested I get on my back with my knees up to simulate
intercourse with his wife. I had more cockrings in my desk but his dick was
so hard when I put the rubber on that it didn't even cross my mind.

  On my back I guided his organ to my rosebud. He was gentle inserting it
but once his glans passed my sphincter he entered me all the way. "Oh yeah,
that feels good. I can only put about five inches in my wife's vagina
before she complains of discomfort." He began the ages old in and out and
after a couple of minutes again the big smile appeared. "No Viagra, no
cockring, and I'm still hard as concrete," he said.

  I suggested since the experiment unequivocally proved my supposition he
could quit and get dressed.

  "Yeah, right. Very funny, but I'm about ready to shoot and not about
to.....ah, ooooh that feels so good! So very, very good.  OK, I'm gonna
cum....." He rammed his dick in balls to the wall and I could feel it
throbbing deep in my butt.  He stayed there for a minute, not moving, just
staring at my leaking boner. "I guess that proves your point, bisexuals
would have enjoyed that and I sure did. But to be certain do you think I
ought to try oral sex?"  I told him I thought that would clinch the
question. He couldn't avert his stare at my stiffy as he pulled out, still
hard, and leaned over to take me into his mouth. For a virgin cocksucker,
he seemed to know what would feel good and he was doing a dandy job but I
did have to ask him to keep his teeth out of the equation.

        When I began to feel my second favorite thing, the joy of feeling
the state of inevitable ejaculation I warned him I was about to cum. He
kept on going as the delicious tightness in my pelvis built. Closer,
closer, ahh, so close... and I erupted. I'd been hard a long time and the
jizz roaring through my cock was so forceful it felt almost like solid
stuff. He lifted his heads off after the first squirt and watched my organ
jump and spurt, and spurt and spurt. "Boy, you sure to deliver a lot of
semen," he said.

      I asked him how he liked the taste and he said, OK, but I liked the
stuff leaking out before you came better. I've got a lot to think about but
I guess my penis has definitely voted," he said, pointing to his still
erect member.

       A few days later Jon Pennington arrived with a very worried look. I
recognized him after a minute as the assistant minister of a local church
whom I had met some time ago when I was added to a threesome on our local
municipal golf course. His chart note from our secretary noted his problem
as "urinary infection".  "Uh, I have had a burning sensation when I urinate
for a few days and Wednesday I noted a discharge from my penis," he said. I
asked him where in the last two weeks he could have gotten infected. He
thought a minute and said, "Look, I want to be cooperative, but I could
lose my job if the word got out." I assured him When he opened his
examination gown his organ was flaccid but of generous size and beautifully
proportioned. The beauty was marred by a grayish secretion seeping from its
tip. I wiped it off with a cotton swab which I placed in a small test tube
containing a small amount of clear fluid. In a few seconds the clear liquid
turned pink. I informed him that he did indeed have a urinary tract
infection and that it was due to gonorrhea. I put a note in his chart for
the doc as to the test results, gave him a prescription for an antibiotic
for Dr. Steinmetz to sign, and told him he must refrain from any sexual
activity unitil a retest in a week showed him free of infection.

       Jon was back and the worried look of last week was gone. He reported
that the burning and discharge had disappeared in two days and he felt
fine. I told him the next thing was to retest him to determine whether the
infection was indeed cured. I also told him we would also test his throat
and rectum rectum and he said, "But I didn't have any exposure there." I
told him it was routine to retest because he could be carrying an infection
from a previous encounter. He started to protest again but I told him it
would only take a couple of minutes and it would be irresponsible to send
him home unless we were sure he was not infected. I put on a rubber glove,
lubricated my finger and slid into his rectum. His penis immediately began
to fill and rise. The rectal test tube remained clear as did the throat
swab. I sat in front of him and took his organ in my hand. It was now rock
hard and pointing about forty five degrees above the horizontal. A gorgeous
cock with an oversized head extending well outside of the shaft. This time
I needed to insert the swab into the tip of his woodie for the sample. It
too was negative for the gonococcus.

        "Look, I'm also gay but few people in town know it. I have penises
in my hand all day long but I have rarely if ever seen a more gorgeous
one. I'd like to get to know it and it's support system better. How about
we have dinner tonight and talk?" I said.

        "That tent in your scrub suit I see gives credence to your
statement," he said. "You're on."

			      TO BE CONTINUED