Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2004 16:47:41 -0600 From: robert brown Subject: Unspoken Agreement, Part One The Unspoken Agreement - Part 1 Late afternoon on a Friday. Most personnel had already left the base for the weekend. I was the only doctor on duty in the clinic that afternoon, three guys left in the waiting room, standing between me and a three-day weekend. One had his arm in a cast, one needed a series of shots, and one was a six foot four strapping guy with some kind of problem between his legs. I sent the broken arm to x-ray, told the nurse to give the injections and then to go off-duty, but the tall hunky guy, I decided to investigate myself. As we went into the small examining room, I asked him what his problem was. He mumbled something about a dull pain in the lower part of his body, inside his crotch area. Telling him to take off his fatigues and shorts, I said let's look at the area and see what the problem might be. Then, having a hunch I'd enjoy watching this one, I sat down on the low swivel seat only a few feet away, watching with keen interest as he took off his clothes. Pulling his snug T-shirt off over his head, he revealed a muscular chest with an impressive set of full pectoral muscles and pumped, muscular arms. Looking steadily over his upper body, I asked if he worked out a lot with weights. Running his hands over his upper body and arms, he said yes, almost every day in the gym or just by his bunk, lifting hand weights or something. I said that could be our problem, but it sure produced good results for him. He smiled with a bit of embarrassment as my eyes lingered over his nervously-flexing pecs. He didn't seem to have much body hair, but as he unbuttoned his pants and opened his fly, they slid down on his hips, revealing a dark line of hair running from just below his navel, lost inside his loose shorts. Sensing my cock begin to stir in my loose scrubs, I visioned it continuing inside his shorts, forming a short-clipped bush of fragrant, thick pubic hair and then disappearing, imperceptibly lost inside his full and meaty groin. Almost feeling my lips following that trail onto his meat, I realized he'd stopped undressing, looking at the floor, seeming to hesitate pulling down his shorts. Indicating his shorts too, I watched as he reluctantly slipped his fingers inside the waist band and slid his shorts slowly down over what was soon revealed as a very generously-endowed crotch. Watching with increasing interest as he pulled his shorts off his feet, I felt myself leaning toward his curiously swollen cock as it swayed heavily back and forth, inches from my eyes. Standing fully naked before me, legs parted, he looked to the side and at the floor, as I leaned back in the swivel chair, gazing at his body, wondering if his cock were normally that large, or was he getting aroused for some reason. As he looked steadily to the side, I asked him to tell me about the pain he'd been experiencing. As he spoke, slowly and in a low voice, my eyes moved carefully over one of the largest cocks and set of balls I'd seen in several years of medical practice in the military, examining thousands of male groins. Getting more and more anxious to begin the examination, so I could run my hands over his really awesome package, I waited until I was more in control. Exercising restraint, I took a deep breath and continued the oral examination. As I asked him to show me where he'd had the most discomfort, he indicated his very prominent set of balls, saying they got pretty sore sometimes. Spreading his legs apart, he moved his bull-size balls up into his hand, pointing out exactly where the pain was the worse. Rubbing his fingers over the surface of one ball, he said sometimes, especially lately, this one had gotten very sore and hot. No longer able to restrain myself, I took his heavy sack into my own hands, his body stiffening at the warm but unexpectedly sudden touch of my hand. Holding them firmly, moving them slowly against my fingers, I asked if that hurt him at all. Opening his eyes, he shook his head slowly, smiling faintly as, loving the feel of their heavy fullness in my hands, I slowly examined each of them as long as I thought I could, justifiably. Fascinated by their size, I turned them around, rubbing and squeezing them gently as his heavy sack eased gradually against my palm. Very excited, essentially playing with his velvet balls, I caught myself quietly moan from the strongly masculine scent of his warm meat as my trembling hands grazed his soft inner thighs, my fingers caressing his balls throbbing in my hand. Forcing myself to speak, I said they did seem a bit feverous but, pressing around slowly inside other parts of his groin with the other hand, I said most of his groin seemed an even, normal temperature. Then, opening his muscular thighs further apart, I rubbed the back of my hands against the smooth, soft flesh inside his upper thighs, as he leaned back on the side of the examining table, opening his legs slightly wider. Inhaling the warm, pungent scent of his groin, I moved my hand excitedly between his full thighs, rubbing his scrotum and the warm, soft skin between it and his ass hole, thoroughly enjoying the feel of the smooth and sensitive skin under his sack, his firm balls inside moving heavily against the palms of my hands. Pulling back slightly from what must have been powerfully erotic stimulation by my hands, he actually tilted his crotch up as his hips lifted slightly up from the table, making his meat even more available to my hands. His large dick, clearly swelling even more, fell heavily back against his groin, lying lazily against a cushion of thick pubic hair. Apparently embarrassed by its swelling, he looked at the wall and ceiling the whole time I examined the soft inner sides of his upper thighs, unleashing waves of fresh crotch scent from the warm and fragrant skin underneath his scrotum, rich in sensitive areas I tried not to miss touching. Watching his then huge cock flopping against my hand and forearm, I wanted badly to hold it and feel its swelling fullness. I surprised both of us by asking if there were ever any pain at the thick base of his penis. He said he wasn't sure . . . maybe. Slowly moving my fingers against that thick base, as the fullness of his shaft moved sensuously against the palm of my hand, I watched his eyes close and head turn gradually once again as he began sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. But as I grew bolder, squeezing the velvety sides of its amazingly thick girth, his reaction was swift, suddenly jerking involuntarily back from the pressure of my hand on his warm sensitive dick, his hand reaching for his cock, but stopping just above it, so as not to interfere with the movements of my hand. Ignoring this reflex action, I pressed around the base of his shaft, feeling it grow and lengthen rapidly in my hand, while telling him professionally not to worry about that. It was a normal reaction, happening all the time. Pressing his lips together, his eyes almost closed, he slowly began to relax, giving up control of his cock. When I asked him if he masturbated an excessive amount, he was silent for a moment, then said he wasn't sure what I meant. I asked if he beat his meat a lot, and he said no, at least not very much. But some times. Eventually releasing his dick, I asked him to show me how he beat off. Stunned, he asked if I meant for him to do right then. I said that no, but just enough that I could see how he did. I wanted to see what damage that might have caused him. Leaning back on the table, he took his sizable piece of meat in his right hand, held it for a moment, and then jacked it lightly underhanded, stopping when I asked if he always did it that gently. Blushing, he said he didn't know what I meant. Impulsively taking his dick back in my hand, I said to let me explain something to him. Holding his nearly hard shaft firmly in my hand, also underhandedly, I stroked it a few times, soon getting short of breath from this first full contact with his very thick, heavy meat in my hand. Responding to the erotic stimulation of my hand on his cock, he gripped the sides of the table, pulling automatically back from the action of my hand. But, holding his body steady as I continued to stroke his shaft, I explained that if he did hit himself on the downward stroke of his shaft, like this (demonstrating the pressure of a jab against his groin), every time he hit himself like this (demonstrating it again), it could easily cause some internal bruising which would make his whole groin sore or damage his testicles if he hit them too hard against his hand or body. Asking if he understood what I was saying, I tried to stop stroking his dick, as I listened to his reply, but loving the feel of his thick, firm meat sliding snugly inside my fisted hand, I had to force myself let go of it, watching as he tried to cover its new erection with his arm. Noticing his dick was red and irritated from my enthusiastic demonstration, I suggested putting some ointment on it to soothe the skin. As I slowly rubbed some soothing cream around the warm sides of his cock, he turned his face away, closing his eyes to savor the pleasurable feeling it aroused in his dick. Then, continuing to massage an even larger amount of cream down and over his cock, I felt his body relax, his crotch gently moving into the firm grasp of my hand as his chest began to rise and fall more rapidly. This time it must have felt too good. Suddenly as I moved my fingers over the sensitive head of his swollen dick, he sat up on the edge of the table and then stood up with his feet on the floor, saying nothing but holding his swollen cock firmly up against his leg. I thought he'd probably soon leave. I'd gone too far. As I turned and was wiping off my hand, I heard him clear his throat, saying he always did it dry handed, but that sure felt good. He said maybe spit would do just as well. He'd heard some guys talk about that. I agreed, but pointed out since he was uncircumsized, dry handed was possibly safer and cleaner, if done correctly. He looked at me blankly. Then, holding the foreskin and sliding it up and down over the thick head of his dick, he said he didn't see how that could cause the pain in his groin. Smiling, I said no, of course not, pointing out the pain may not be due at all to something he did. It was just one possibility of many that we had to eliminate. He might have a hernia or pulled muscle in his groin. My hands on either side of his muscular hips, my fingers pressing slightly into the smooth skin of his firm and rounded cheeks, I pulled him over to my seated body, asking when he'd last been examined for signs of hernias in his groin. He shrugged, saying he guessed that was what they were looking for when he got his physical for the service. Sliding my hand gently between his thighs and feeling up under his huge balls with my fingers, I told him to turn his head and cough a few times. Then slowly rubbing the soft skin between his full butt cheeks and lightly over his smooth anus, I pressed in at different points inside his groin. As I slowly rubbed and caressed the warm fleshy areas of his groin, his naked lower body was forced up against my chest, his muscular stomach against my cheek. Several times, I asked if this or that hurt, hearing his low voice reverberate inside his body as he shook his head, saying no, more slowly each time. Finally, pulling my hand very reluctantly off the warm, velvet-soft flesh inside his groin, I said there was probably one thing left to check. The pain was probably due to some problem with his prostate, asking if he'd ever had it checked before. Shaking his head, he said he didn't think so, but he didn't really know where it was. When I said it was inside his rectum, his eyes opened wider, and he said yes, he'd had it checked before and it was painful. Telling him it wouldn't hurt nearly as bad if he was relaxed and didn't fight it, I said to lie back against the table. As he did, I said to bend his legs at the knees, open them as much as he could, and push his groin up toward me as I held the cheeks of his butt in my hands. He did as I said and, steadying him on the table, holding the full cheeks of his butt firmly in each hand, I felt his body twist and turn, his butt moving to the edge of the table, stopping just below his spread ass. Looking at his soft pink ass hole, nervously puckering as it waited for my probing finger, I sincerely wished it could be my dick he was about to feel sliding inside his ass. But, it wasn't. Still, as I felt the full cheeks of his ass slide from my hands, I marveled at what a sweet full ass I had spread eagle before me, anticipating the pleasures to come as I examined it. Aroused by rubbing the full, smooth contours of his rounded, muscular butt cheeks with one hand, I dabbed the fingers of my other hand into a jar of lubricant, spreading some of it around and down inside his tight ass hole, soon becoming virtually fascinated by its slowly pulling off my fingers as they in turn, passed over his hole, repeatedly forcing themselves one at a time into its tight opening and lingering sensuously just inside it. Fantasizing it was my cock the sides of his hole were clinging to and stimulating with their nervous contractions against each one, I was hypnotized by the sensations I was feeling and soon had to force myself to stop teasing his responsive ass hole. Asking how he was doing, I noticed his eyes tightly closed, the only sound he made a low, almost imperceptible moan, more like breathing. His huge sack of balls cupped snugly into one hand, I held them up away from his hole, as I worked only the middle finger of my other hand slowly into his very tigt hole, again teasing the rigid sides of his anus, but only for a moment, thoroughly enjoying its almost combative nibbling of my finger. Then as its warm pressure relaxed more against my finger, I moved it further inside his tight butt, as his moaning became more audible. At that point, I heard him protest the pain as he tried to pull off my finger, but with no luck. I held his body firmly, cautioning him to relax and it wouldn't feel as uncomfortable. Then feeling around his prostate, I discovered it was, as I'd expected, very warm and somewhat enlarged, sure signs of low grade infection. Telling him we were almost finished, 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, but soon realizing they were as much from enjoyment as pain. Most straight men definitely didn't like this procedure. But, even if they did, they were very uncomfortable with accepting that they did. But from all indications, this guy liked it a lot and didn't seem to mind showing it. Looking as his cock, still swollen and extended from his groin, I could detect clear evidence of his pleasure. The large head of his cock was covered with thin layers of precum and prostate fluid which were still oozing from his wide slit. Wanting badly to put my mouth over it and suck out his sperm, I became very aroused, finally having to again force myself to withdraw my finger from his ass, sitting once again on the swivel chair. Closing his legs, he moved up on the table and, noticing the sticky mess on the head of his cock, he tried to hide the traces of his 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. When he asked what that meant, I explained I'd have to press again on his prostate, deep inside his butt, with my fingers and try to force the fluid out through his penis. Frowning, he asked if there weren't any other way to do it. Thinking a moment, I said yes, there was another procedure that was easier and not at all painful, but I'd have to have his full cooperation to do it. He eagerly said no problem. He'd do anything I told him to do. Telling him to lie back on the edge of the examining table once more , I said he needed to spread his legs wide apart, as he had the last time. He could let his long legs dangle over the sides of the table, just so long as his back was flat on the table and his groin was tilted up and fully available to me. Taking a small towel from the cabinet, I asked how long it had been since he last masturbated and ejaculated a large amount of sperm. He said at least two, maybe three months. Surprised, but pleased it had been that long, I recalled the unusually large amount of fluid he'd secreted during the last procedure and anticipated a heavy load of ejaculant this time. Telling him to close his eyes, I put the soft, folded towel over his eyes, asking if any light were coming through. He said no, it was as if the lights were turned out. I said that was good. I wanted him to relax as if he were sleeping. It would make it easier for him to release a larger sample of the fluid we needed into a collection container. Taking a deep breath, he settled on the table, ready to begin. I looked at him from time to time as I prepared. Then, sitting on the stool, pulled up between his legs, I told him I was going to massage his penis and his groin, trying to stimulate a prompt ejaculation of fluid which would contain the prostate sample. I said not to be surprised if I used different techniques during the procedure. I would try several to see which worked best. All I wanted him to do was relax and concentrate on the sensations he felt in his groin. I thought it would feel quite good at times, if he relaxed into it and focused only on what he was feeling and go with the feeling he had. Taking an ordinary condom, I said I would slip a collection tube over the head of his penis in which he could release as much ejaculant as I could stimulate from his groin. He would feel a snug pressure of rubber over the tip of his penis. Then when he was ready, he could ejaculate as much as he could. His dick was already swollen with anticipation and swaying from side to side. Holding it firmly, I stroked and squeezed it hard enough to slip the condom over only the head of his dick. Then, fitting it snugly in place, I stroked the length of his cock, firmly from the base forward, again loving the feeling of his thick, swollen meat in my hand. I was amazed how quickly it swelled from the warm caresses of my hand and the gentle stimulation of my fingers moving over his balls. It increased dramatically in size, the head swelling visibly inside the snug-fitting condom. Leaning over and inhaling the male scent of his groin, I relished the feeling his full mass of warm meat in my hand, my own cock beginning to stir restlessly in my crotch, pressing against my thin scrubs. Squeezing his huge meat, groping it gently in my warm hand, I heard him sigh a couple of times, as I felt his lower body begin to thrust slightly against my hands, seeking even more pleasurable stimulation. Milking the thick base of his hugely-swollen shaft, I couldn't resist running my parted lips and moist tongue along the swollen spine underneath his very hard dick and running the length of the shaft. As it swelled rapidly against my sucking lips, I suddenly felt his lower body pulling back slightly from my lips. Continuing to stroke his cock, I slowed, asking quietly if that hurt. His body slowly relaxing, but still breathing hard, I heard him say in a low voice no . . . no, it felt good . . . . really good. Snuggling my mouth up between his balls and inner thighs, I licked and sucked the soft skin inside his upper thighs, as I stroked the tender skin on his lower stomach with one hand, running my fingers passionately up and down the trail of dark hairs that led up from his pubic area. His skin was smooth and warmly soft under my roaming hand, his breathing soon becoming rapidly more labored as his cock pulsed against the sides of my mouth. Taking a deep breath, he sighed audibly. As I told him quietly to relax, that it would end soon, he said faintly he didn't know if he wanted it to end soon. Then I heard him say something like taking my time and something else I didn't understand. Smiling to myself, I wanted to say all he had to do was hold it back as long as he could and we'd continue this all night. Then, as I stroked his cock, I noticed the condom was about to slip off the very thick, painfully swollen head of his cock. Pulling it gently the rest of the way off his very red and swollen cock head, I placed it on the table next to the stool, fascinated by the generous amount of thick, glistening precum I watched oozing from its large slit and running down the side of its huge, moist head. Without thinking and badly wanting to taste the head of his cock, I slid my mouth eagerly down over the head of his cock, licking the creamy thick cum onto my tongue before sliding my warm mouth over much of his shaft. Responding visibly to the moist pressure of my lips and mouth moving down over his tense, hard shaft, his body jerked and pulled away but, as I sucked gently on his shaft, he soon settled once more and, becoming quite aroused by this apparently wonderful feeling, began to rub his chest slowly, occasionally pinching his nipples and moving his hips in rhythm with the strokes of my mouth. I was delighted he'd accepted what was obviously my mouth sucking his cock. Neither of us said or did anything to change the mood of that new, unexpectedly intense level of our sexual intimacy. Loving intensely the taste and texture of his warm cock against my tongue, I sucked as much of his huge shaft into my mouth as I could, sucking it firmly, but hopefully not so much that he'd cum soon. I also wanted our little sexual encounter to continue as long as possible. I was close, however, to making a near-fatal mistake. Savoring the unbridled pleasure of feeling his cock sliding inside my mouth, pressing firmly against my tongue and lips, I reveled in the strong scents and subtle aromas of his warm, masculine crotch, becoming suddenly uncontrollably aroused. Running my hands urgently up and down his stomach and chest, squeezing the muscles of his upper body firmly, twisting his full pecs in my hands as I massaged their hard, prominent nipples with my fingers, I sucked long and deep on his cock, deep-throating it frequently, as I moaned loudly. As I did, his body stiffened slightly, his hands holding mine still on his pecs until, returning his arms to his side, he lay motionless on the examining table, giving me no feed back, his excitement waning. Feeling I was becoming too bold, perhaps frightening him, I wasn't sure what I should do, but I knew I needed to 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. It occurred to me that my passion, suddenly out of control, had gone beyond the clinically-objective premise under which our sexual intimacy had been allowed to begin. I had moved perhaps too far beyond the initial premise of the involvement he'd agreed to. 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 time, I felt his crotch yield more and more to my silently affectionate touch. Then, accepting this very pleasurable stimulation, his body relaxed once more, his cock soon thrusting even more openly against my sucking lips and deep into my mouth with increasing enthusiasm and pleasure, which in itself was a large concession on his part to the unwritten limitations of our clinical sexual encounter. Shortly after my retreat, his noticeably swollen dick continued to thicken in my mouth until it reached enormous size once again, leaking profusely the rich taste of his precum onto my tongue. Afraid he might cum soon, I slowly pulled off his cock, holding it firmly in my hand as I licked and sucked gently on his balls and up under his full sack, moving my full lips against his hugely-swollen bull-like balls. Trying to calm down more myself, my own cock extremely hard and aching, I pushed my face gently inside his meaty crotch, sensing a flood of male scent and tastes assault my senses, moving me once more very deeply. Sucking gently on his hugely-swollen cock, I pulled the waistband of my scrubs down over my meat, freeing my impossibly hard cock. Stroking it a few times, I realized I'd have to cum soon. Slipping the condom I'd earlier taken off his cock, then partially onto my achingly hard cock, I stroked it 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 traces of warm, thick sperm which he frequently secreted into my mouth. Exhilarated by the strong taste of his cum, I knew I wanted all of his thick sperm, not only a small part of it. Deciding to take his load, I'd cum in the condom myself, substituting mine as the supposed test sample for which we'd begun our mutual sexual adventure. Easing 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 onto my mouth several times. Tasting its rich fullness against the sides of my mouth and tongue, I moaned with pure delight as I felt his hands on the back of my head, holding my mouth still on his cock as he then emptied a second load of thick, sweet cream against my tongue. Savoring it in my mouth as he breathed deeply and moaned almost painfully from the wonderful sensation of emptying his terrific load, I felt waves of my own load spurting heavily from my slit, pulsing repeatedly into the snug condom. Continuing to suck his sperm from his slit, I worked the condom off of my own sensitive dick, placing it carefully on the table next to the stool, as he grasped the sides of the examining table, trying not to cry out from the intensity of sensation still rising from deep inside his groin. Spurting at first and then gushing yet another time into my mouth, his strong- tasting sperm soon filled my mouth, even as I swallowed large amounts directly down into my throat. Thrusting urgently inside my mouth, he allowed himself for a short time to react audibly, releasing intensely high levels of sexual energy. But then, as I felt his body slowly relax against the table, I eased my mouth off his still firm and swollen cock, hearing 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 hung loosely between his spread muscular legs, which hung loosely over each side of the table, almost touching the floor. Getting up, I dried his damp, shiny crotch and, unable to resist a farewell tour, I moved my lips and tongue over his sweating meat, sucking lightly on his still swollen dick, tasting the residue of his unbelievably large orgasms and wondering if I'd ever be able to have this intense pleasure again. I thought it entirely possible he hadn't actually cum in a couple of mouths, but balls the size of his could produce a huge amount of cum on demand. Sitting back against the wall on the swivel chair, looking at his shiny red and swollen meat laying across the examining table between his still spread thighs, I was still amazed at its size and the amount of ejaculant he'd produced. Then, as I watched him stir and lift his feet flat up on the table, his legs bent and closing painfully once more, he took the folded towel from his face and asked if I'd gotten a good sample. Picking up the condom partially filled with my own cum, I looked at him, saying yes, I'd send it over first thing in the morning. Looking at the condom and blinking his eyes, he tried to hide his wonderment by getting off the table, his legs buckling slightly. As he slipped his shorts back on, he said he felt weak, but his body felt much lighter. Smiling, he said maybe it was the treatment I'd given him. He felt wonderful. I took the specimen and put it in the fridge. He looked at it closely as I walked by him, but said nothing. I filled out a form about his diagnosis as he finished dressing, asking when he could come back again. I said in a few days. We would decide then how much further treatment he needed. I added that with a condition like his, he may need frequent and prolonged therapy for who knew how long. He smiled and, lowering his eyes, looked at the floor. Then, as he seemed to be lost in thought, I heard him ask if I'd want to collect more samples next time. I said yes, that was part of the treatment, and he'd have to agree, it didn't hurt all that much. Trying not to smile too much as he opened the door, he said yes, I was sure right about that.