Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 08:56:07 -0700 From: - - Subject: Stripped with Dad - Part 3 Everybody's been asking for it, so here's a part 3. It's great to hear from readers, and don't forget to donate to nifty! I needed to get a sports physical. On the way there, Dad told me that he scheduled one for himself, too. "Dr. K's son works there too now," he said. For as long as I can remember, we'd gone to Dr. K. His real last name is as hard to spell as it is to pronounce, so everybody just called him Dr. K. He was a friend of the family, and I kind of remembered meeting his son Mark a few times when I was younger. We get there, and the waiting room is pretty empty 'cause it's a weekday morning. It's just a few old ladies. A nurse brings us to the back and introduces herself. She says that she's new. She seems new, kind of frazzled and busy, saying that I'll be seeing Dr. K and that my dad will be with Dr. Mark. She leads us to two exam rooms across the hall from each other and says, "Okay, strip down completely and put on a gown, please." Dad told me later that he wasn't sure about that, and I was thinking the same thing. We're not prudes or anything, but we've had exams there before, lots of times. I was thinking it was just that she was new and had her standard script of instructions. I'm thinking about it for a while, but I finally just decide to do as I'm told. I kick off my shoes and pull off my socks. I unbutton my shirt and lay it on a chair in the corner. Then I unbutton and unzip my pants and slide them down along with my underwear. I'm suddenly aware of how cold and tiled it is in the room. I take the folded gown and hold it up in front of me. I slide my arms in, and the thin cloth hugs my front. It's almost like paper. My back and ass are hanging out in the back. I look in the mirror trying to manage the little ties, but decide to just leave it open. I'm picturing dad across the hall doing the same. My bare feet are cold on the tile, so I go to sit up on the elevated table. There's a roll of crinkly paper draped over it. I sit on it, and I wonder if I should've closed the gown in the back first. Then I figure that's what the paper's for, and that I'll eventually be naked on it. My feet hang over the edge, and I look around at the jars of cotton swabs and tongue depressors and at the medical illustrations on the walls. Then I'm just waiting for a while. I guess when you have nothing to do, anything seems to take forever. I even think about running across the hall to talk to my dad for a bit. Then the doctor comes in, Dr. K. He's a little older than my dad, tall, salt & pepper hair, and with a mustache. He looks basically like I remember him. It's weird with doctors and dentists and people like that who you only see every once in a while. "Well, here he is!" "Hi Dr. K. How are you?" "I'm doing well. It's been a few years, hasn't it? Your dad tells me everything's been going well with you, and that we just need to give you a check-up and sign off on a sports physical, right?" "Yeah, that's right." "Everything fine otherwise?" "Yeah, nothing else. I hear your son is a doctor now and working here, too?" "That's right. He joined us about two years ago. You'd be surprised how many father-son practices there are. He's in with your dad now." So we're chatting while he starts looking in my ears and eyes and mouth. I'm a little uncomfortable in the gown with my ass out, but we're facing each other. The last time I was there, which was years ago, he just had me take off each article of clothing as we went along. Then, the loudest alarm I've ever heard goes off, ringing and clanging. We both jolt, startled. I hop up to my feet, and my gown floats around me, my nakedness open in the back. I reach behind and hold it closed. The doctor yells at me that it's the fire alarm. He opens the door. My dad and the doctor's son are there, almost a mirror image of us. Lights are flashing and a bell is ringing. I follow. My dad is in front of me. We're both shuffling along, barefoot, wearing only a hospital gown with nothing underneath and barely pulled tight at the back, as we go out the hall and out a side emergency exit. We're in the parking lot. It's a little quieter. I see Dr. K and Dr. Mark go around to the front entrance, where that nurse and the old people from the waiting room are slowly running out. Dad yells at me to ask if I'm okay. I nod. We're looking at each other. The gowns stop just above our knees. He turns to look at the front again, and his bare back is out. He reaches back to slide the sides of the gown closer, and the gown hikes up his legs. I'm wishing I grabbed my pants on the way out. I notice that Dad is empty-handed. If not, I would've suggested we sit in the car. We both walk across the parking lot and away from the building. I'm embarrassed. I notice a couple people on the sidewalk who have stopped to watch the commotion. One points over at me and dad, barely dressed. We really stick out like this. I'm fixing my gown and trying not to be noticeable. A firetruck blares down the street and into the parking lot. Three or four firemen jump out and run into the building. I notice one glance in my direction on the way. I look down at myself and realize that tightening the gown in the back makes it tight in the front, too. It's outlining my chest and stomach and my junk. You can see my bellybutton. You can see a mound at my crotch. "You're blushing," Dad says to me as he walks over my way. He's laughing though. We're both laughing. I'm also noticing that Dad's in the same predicament as me. The paper-thin gown is stretched across his body and barely closed in the back. Then a police car comes up to check on the situation. When the cop steps out, he looks over at me and my dad. He says hi to my dad, and my dad says hi back, kind of shrugging his shoulders about how weird it is. The police officer is then talking to the doctors and nurses and patients huddled near the front door. "You know him?" "Yeah, we go way back. Hey, let's stand over here away from everybody," Dad says, and we go around to the side of the building, pointing our butts toward the wall. We lean back against it and let our gowns go in the back. I feel the cold, hard brick against my soft, sensitive skin. We adjust our skimpy garments. A firefighter comes out the door we came out of and yells that we need to stay back away from the building. He's smiling. We're smiling. It's like a dare or a prank gone wrong. There's more people on the sidewalk now, gathered around and staring. Then... it starts to rain. "Oh My God! This is unbelievable," I say, shaking my head. It's one of those sun-showers, where it's somehow brighter when it's raining. It's just kind of a sprinkling, but it's wet. The spectators start to disperse, and I'm thankful, but I'm realizing that I'm starting to get soaked. I look over at Dad, and his hair is starting to drip water down his back. His gown is getting wet and clinging to his body, starting to become a little more see-through. I look down at my chest, and I can see my nipples clearly through the wet fabric. Dad turns to me, and I can see his chest hair through his wet gown. I can kind of see the outline of his penis and I can see his leg hair through the thin material. The rain is cold as it drips down on us. Dr. K runs over to check on us. He's apologizing and telling us that it's probably nothing and we can go back in soon, but I'm just looking at his chest, too. He's wearing a dress shirt and tie, and I can tell he's not wearing an undershirt. The wet fabric is showing his chest hair, too. His dress slacks are getting soaked. I can see the line across his thigh from his boxer shorts underneath. He runs over to his other patients, clustered under an awning. Dad motions for me to follow him, and we run over to the bank drive-through next door. There's a big concrete roof, like some gas stations have. When we get under it, we both stand up and smear the water off our hair and faces. I'm fixing the neck of my gown, which is constantly opening up in the back. I can feel the gown sticking to my wet body. I see it cling to Dad's frame, outlining the curves of his body. Then we both realize that we're pretty much openly mooning the bank teller and customers inside. We grab the backs of our gowns and snatch them closed. Dad is blushing. The alarms stop. We run over to the front door. Firemen are coming out. Nobody else is going in. The other patients left. Dr. K ushers us back to our exam rooms again. I see Dad's wet ass go in and close the door behind him. I go back to my exam room. I'm dripping wet and I have a dripping-wet gown on, filmy against my body. Dr. K is with me. He's dressed nice, but soaked. The door opens, and his son comes in, Dr. Mark. He's got a stack of dry towels and scrubs. "Here you go, Dad," he says, setting down the stack. He quickly strips his dress shirt off over his head, unbuckles his belt, and shucks down his pants and underwear. They slurp off his legs and go inside out. He tugs on his dick twice, as all men do when they get naked. He's drying off. Dr. K is loosening his tie and undoing his shirt. I stand there, and find that I'm kind of staring. Dr. Mark is really well-built and really smooth, like shaved all over. I wonder if he's like a body-builder or something. I'm jealous of his muscles. As he dries his hair, covering his head with a towel, I find myself watching his bobbing dick and then watching Dr. K watch me staring. I step back and just look around the room. Dr. Mark pulls on some scrubs, no underwear, picks up his wet clothes, opens the door and walks across the room. I get a quick glance of my Dad as he's handed a towel, and then the door shuts. Dr. K, shirtless, slowly walks over and closes the door. We're alone. "Well, where were we?" Dr. K says. We both smile. I notice that he's looking down at my body, and I look down to see that my dick is kind of hard and on display through the gown, still clinging to me. I'm embarrassed. "Oh, I guess with all that excitement," I say, but really thinking that I guess I got hard from watching them strip. Dr. K reaches out and removes my gown. He says, "Let's just get rid of this." My dick wags out in front of me and points out. I twitch it up with a flex. I'm embarrassed, a little. He says, "Now, you remember when you were younger and this happened? I told you it was perfectly normal. Some guys get excited by showing off what they have, and you've got more than enough to be proud of there." I stare back, remembering that exam and how I felt during it. Dr. K says, "You know, it's also perfectly normal for the doctor to get excited, too." I see that he's got a bulge in his slacks. They're wet and thin, dress fabric, and they don't hide anything. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. I find myself thinking that he reminds me of my Dad. He slides his pants and underwear down, and his cock points up to his belly. He sits on the little wheeled stool and tells me to have a seat on the table. I lift myself up and set my naked butt down on the crinkly paper and the padded chair. I can feel my pulse pounding. I'm thinking back to the last time I was hard at the doctor, just wishing it would go down, intently watching as he examined me everywhere except my stiff rod, resting his hand on my leg as he listened to my heart. "I'm going to touch it now," he says. "Okay" He holds it in his hand and pulls the skin back and forth. He holds each ball and rolls it between his thick fingers. He's naked by the way, with quite a hardon. He slides his finger along the rubbery head of my dick, and I feel that familiar ooze, as a generous amount of pre-cum drains out and sits at the tip. "Do you normally drip this much?" I nod yes. "That's good. Let me take a closer look." He slides in close between my legs and holds my dick close to his face. He looks up at me. "I'm going to taste it now," he says. "Okay" He opens his mouth and lets his tongue hang out a little. He flicks his tongue at the tip and dabs up the glob of clear goo. It feels amazing and it blows my mind. I never really thought of him sexually before. I had thought about being naked in front of him, but I figured that kind of memory just sticks with you. It's out of the ordinary. But this is great. I really like this. I can't believe it's happening. My dick is on his mustache now. It's awesome. If you haven't felt what that feels like, go make it happen as soon as possible. Then he slides my dick into his wet mouth. He sucks in. He slides his tongue around it, washing the shaft and tickling the tip. I lean back and grab the padded chair, squeezing it between my fingers. I can't seem to catch my breath. He's moving his face back and forth, up and down. I look around and realize where I am. There's something so public about it. It feels like we're on a park bench or something. I think of my Dad across the hall, getting his check-up. "We .... uh, we shouldn't take too long, um. I don't want to keep my dad waiting." "He'll be in there for a while. He's getting a prostate check." I'm picturing my Dad, maybe 20 feet away, naked and bent over and with that hot young doctor putting a finger up his ass. I can't stop thinking about it, even if I try. Dr. K keeps sucking my cock. I've never gotten a blowjob like this before. He's loving it. He takes it all the way down deep and then he swirls his tongue. He keeps it really wet. He's sucking really hard. He really knows what he's doing. His hands are on my balls, and he pulls off my dick. "I'm going to jerk off now," he says. "Okay" He's takes his hard dick in his hand and squeezes and strokes while he dives down onto my cock. He's playing with his balls and stroking between his legs. He's looking up at my body, too, and I'm probably just looking at him like a deer in headlights but I'm breathing and moaning, trying not to get too loud. Then I hear a cough. I recognize it as my dad's voice. He's in my head, and I can't get him out. He's naked and Dr. Mark is naked behind him, sliding his hard dick into my dad's ass and pumping back and forth, fucking him. They go slow at first, but then they start pounding. Dr. K starts beating his dick quick and sucking and slurping my cock, and I feel myself tighten up. I grab the doctor's head. I'm picturing my Dad. I'm looking at the doctor's dick, and I'm remembering dad jerking off in the car. I'm thinking about my Dad sucking me like this. I'm picturing my Dad's dick against mine. I can feel his arms around me. Dr. K's hand is on my leg. I shoot. I can feel it sliding out of me like a rocket launching, not wet but a solid mass of cum just ejecting out of me. Dr. K swallows it down, sucking even harder now, and I see him shoot into his hand. Some shoots against my knee. He stays on me. He finally slides his tongue off. I watch him lick his hand. I fall back on the table, my legs still dangling off the ledge and my dick bobbed off to one side. My body feels tighter and looser at the same time, like every knuckle in me was cracked in one instant. I catch myself wondering what my Dad is doing at that moment. Dr. K is washing his hands. He pulls on the scrubs, and they fit him nicely. "I think everything checks out here, son."