Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2008 13:30:39 -0800 (PST)
From: J. Edward White
Subject: Prostate Swelling

When I checked in to the hotel, my gaydar lit up. The room clerk had a
sweet soft voice, face to match, and his hand seemed to linger for a bit
when he handed me the room key. I asked him when he got off work, he said
not until 7AM and when I suggested I buy him breakfast his eyes lit up and
he said he thought that was a lovely suggestion.

When I got to the room I had an urge to pee and remembered I hadn't emptied
my bladder since I got on the plane some three hours ago. But I couldn't
squeeze out a drop. I unpacked my bag and tried again with no luck. Then I
called the front desk and told my new friend I thought I needed a
doctor. He suggested the nearby emergency room at Tulane but I told him I
had a distinct aversion to the usual interminable wait and intolerable
expense of emergency rooms and I asked if he knew a doctor who might
help. He said he thought so and he would have one call back shortly. Less
than five minutes later the phone rang, and a doctor Nils Johanssen inqired
as to my problem, which I explained. He asked my age (38), how often I had
to get up to pee at night (usually not unless I'd been pub crawling, but
lately two or three times), whether my urine stream had gotten wimpy
recently (yes), and finally whether I experienced pain on ejaculation (yes,
again recently). He said he thought he knew what was amiss, that would be
off duty in an hour and if I could hold on, he'd drop over. It was a damn
long hour before he knocked on my door.

   Wow, was he worth the wait! A Norse God looking to be in his late
twenties, in a green scrub suit, ash blonde hair, ice blue eyes, about
6'2", 200#, perfect features except for a nose that pointed slightly off
center, perhaps somebody got in a lucky punch once. He explained that he
was a medical resident @ Tulane and asked me to take off my trousers and
shorts so he could examine me. I did so and stretched out on the bed on my
back. He sat next to me and gently probed my lower belly. "Yeah, I can feel
your bladder, and it is definitely full." He then milked my cock, which was
about half erect, and then carefully examined my balls, lifted my nutsac
and pressed the area between it and my bunghole, which caused me to
wince. "Tender there?", he said.

   "Sure is. I apologise for the penis erectus, but he has a mind of his
own."

   "Not to worry, it happens a lot.", he said, and looked down at his pants
which sported a definite tent. "Not to get too personal, but have you had
your bare penis in any rectums lately?"

   "Hmmmm. Well, rarely, but about a month ago....."

   He frowned and said, "Not a cool move. You shoot your bugs up your
partner's receptive and vulnerable colon and he shoves his colon bugs up
your vulnerable penis. I think you may have a prostate infection which has
caused a lot of swelling and blocked the drainage from your bladder. He
reached in his bag, donned a rubber glove, gently lubed my pucker and said
"I need to check your prostate. It may be tender, so let me know. Yeah, it
is swollen for sure. Tender?"

   "Very. I admit, I usually get turned on by a little prostate massage,
but not today."

   "I wouldn't have guessed that from the condition of your visible
plumbing. It seems to be terribly swollen and leaking a major amount of
precum." he said. "Now we need some data, so I need to soap up that hard
thing, rub a bit of iodine on the tip and insert a catheter. Best get a
towel to put on the bed so you don't have a wet night." And he proceeded to
prep the area. "You have so much precum leaking all over the place that we
won't need any additional lubrication and this should slip in without any
discomfort." He removed a catheter from a sterile package and gently guided
the tip into my fully erect leaking member.

   "Ahh, Jeez that feels WONDERFUL." He advanced the catheter a few
centimeters, then withdrew a bit and kept advancing until he reached a
brick wall and could push it in no further.

   "OK, now, relax that sphincter and try to pee me out. I'll have to use a
little pressure but it shouldn't hurt." I complied, he pushed a little
harder and I felt the most wonderful warm, sensitive, almost orgasmic
sensation I had ever experienced."

   "We're in past the prostate and now I need to have you hold the catheter
in and walk to the sink." He then unsnapped a clamp from the tube and
urine, blessed urine, began to flow. He collected a sample of pee in a
sterile test tube, capped it up and waited for the bladder to empty.

   "Boy, that is a relief! Can you slide that catheter out and in again?"

   "I can, but I won't. The tissues are swollen and sensitive enough and I
don't want to make matters worse. But I have a pleasant surprise for you to
make up for it. I saw an electric toothbrush in the bathroom and I'm going
to get it so you hold the catheter in place." He returned, removed another
sterile test tube from his bag and proceeded to gently stroke my cock with
his hand while stroking the "g string" on the underside of my cockhead with
the humming toothbrush. In what seemed like seconds, I could feel my
cockhead swell even more and knew my cum was about to shoot.

   "Oh, Omigod, OOoooOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming! Oh God! It won't
stop! I'm still cumming! Ungghhh, OHHH, OH, ohhhhhh!"  I had to have pumped
ten squirts of cum through the catheter before the flow stopped. I asked
him to jiggle the catheter around a bit, it felt so good. He smiled and did
just that. Deep, just below the prostate was an exquisitely sensitive spot
which he knew about, and the catheter moving there was heavenly.  Then he
gently removed the catheter which felt like yet another orgasm, and drained
the cum contents into his test tube.

   "I'm going to leave a prescription for antibiotics and one to help the
urine flow until the infection is under control. Here's my phone number.
Call in 48 hours and I'll know more."

   "Gosh, I can't tell you how much I appreciate the help. I feel like a
new man. How much do I owe you?"

   "Money is out of the question, but as you noticed, I do have a swelling
problem myself...."

   I had his scrub suit off in seconds and dropped to my knees. The cock
bobbing before my eyes was heroic in stature as befitted its support
system. It was a full nine inches in length and much thicker than mine. The
head was a rosy pink, and larger than the shaft which arose from a thick
bush of fine, gently curling ash blonde pubic hair. Tenderly I caressed his
big balls which caused another dollop of precum to course down the
underside of his unit. My tongue shot out like an anteater to capture the
prize and it tasted saltysweet and as delicious as the appearance of that
from which it leaked. I couldn't stand it any longer and lunged forward to
engulf his dick and managed to get only about six inches in my mouth. He
came very quickly, rising to his tiptoes when he began to shoot. I did my
best at chugging his hot cum but leaked about half the load down my chin. I
held him in my mouth until he softened and sucked him dry before letting
him go.

   "I'm going to be in town for a few days so how about I buy you dinner
and we discuss the situation in person rather than a phone call? I
definitely would like to continue the payment."

   "You have my number, and I look forward to reciprocating."

The End

J. Edward White