Date: Wed, 2 Jun 2021 13:36:23 -0500
From: Bill Coolidge <bjohnc9@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Swollen Prostate Chapter 2

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This story is fiction. When I was a boy, I had hemorrhoids, and other
issues with my rear-end. A doctor at Summer Camp helped me tremendously
and also awakened something which leads to this fantasy. That story is
Summer Camp Doctor. This is more extreme, but filled with the same
emotions I felt then, just imagined from a different perspective.
, This version is told in first person from Jim's perspective driving
back from his first therapy session with Todd.

I felt a little better, and I was optimistic that this nice young
therapist seemed to have a handle on what I needed. My prostate has been
a source of embarrassment and discomfort my whole life. And now, all
three of my boys suffered from the same condition. My prostate was about
the size of a peach. It impeded urine flow, and varied between extreme
sensitivity and pain. Prostate massage helped more than anything, but I
was too embarrassed to seek the help I needed. Thankfully, I had recently
found a pediatrician who was having some success with the boys. My
youngest especially seemed to be really taking to the new doctor.

As I drove down the highway, that old feeling in my rear end began to
become noticeable again. The ache increased just inside my hole. I'm
embarrassed to admit it, but I have a good way to deal with this while I
was driving. I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants to allow easier access
to my rear end. I then reach for the lacrosse ball I keep in the door
pocket of my car. It was a little sticky and there were a couple of
pubic hairs on it, but I knew it would provide the exact relief I needed
for the rest of the drive home. I quickly slipped it down the back of my
white briefs then rested my tender anus directly on the lacrosse ball.
The pressure from the ball provided just the relief I was seeking. I
pulled my cheeks apart and felt my anus begin to open slightly, The ball
seated in place and I felt the direct pressure on my prostate ease my
pain. I had started this with a gold ball, but now the larger lacrosse
ball did the trick. My anus opened just enough to hold the ball in place,
and I could sit up straighter to increase the pressure. I tried to be
discreet about using it, but the boys knew about it and never
embarrassed me about it.

I returned a couple of phone calls and pulled into the garage at home. My
youngest Timmy came through the garage door and greeted me wearing only
his old favorite pair of Batman underpants. Timmy was a chubby little boy
with stocky legs, Little boy boobies, a cute, plump little bottom, and a
little pecker that you could barely see.

When he walked up to the car he noticed my pants were undone and said
"Daddy I can see your underpants". "Yes Buddy, my rear-ends giving me a
little trouble today". "Mine is too, Daddy" he quietly mumbled. I felt
terrible. My crappy genetics had landed these boys in the same position
as me. I hugged him to me and told him we could work on it this
afternoon. , I slid my hand down the back of his underpants to give his
prostate a quick check. I gently slide my finger inside his puffy,
swollen, irritated, hole for a quick check of his prostate.
Unfortunately, it was swollen and hard. Even with a moment of relief,
Timmy rested against me seated in the car and put his head on my shoulder
as I gently checked him.
OK buddy, Let's get in the house and we'll get you taken care of.

I've been through this with all my boys countless times. Typically I let
them lay down on my bed in the back of the house as there's a little more
privacy.
"Let's get you up on a pillow, buddy" I said. He happily complied and I
was staring at Batman and Robin, threadbare stretched tight across
Timmy's plump bottom. "I'm going to pull these down now, sweetie" I said
as I gently lowered them Down to his mid thighs.

I felt terrible. Timmy's pale white dimpled cheeks Couldn't conceal the
painful and swollen, irritated, hot pink pucker between them. His poor
little anus was scratched up and irritated. So swollen, there wasn't
really even much of a butt crack. Timmy I gently scolded, you've got to
leave yourself alone back here, I know it hurts, but all your scratching
is just making it worse. "I know daddy, it just really hurts".

I knew before I could even get to his prostate, I needed to try to soothe
his anus with some calamine lotion. "Reach back and spread your cheeks,
sweetie" I told him and I gently let a few squirts of calamine directly
onto his puffy, pink pucker. As I began gently touching the swollen hole,
I could tell it was already helping. I gently and lovingly massaged his
pucker. He responded by winking it and pushing it out and winking it as
we played a little game. I would gently insert my finger tip then he
would squeeze it then push it out and chuckle.  Timmy was used to lots of
therapy and treatment. His great Pediatrician, his Cub Scout leader, me,
his youth minister at church, and hopefully this new therapist were all
part of the team. I think if we all worked together, we really could help
this little boy.

"Pull them open a little wider buddy" I encouraged him, and gently slid
my index and middle finger into his tender pink hole. Inside, the walls
and tissue felt healthy, smooth and soft. I spent a few moments palpating
to make sure his rectum was in good shape before I attempted to make
contact with his prostate.

As my fingers first made contact, he let out a little whimper. "I know
buddy," I said, "you're doing great, just try to pull your cheeks a
little wider for me, OK buddy? "Yes,  daddy" he whimpered and bravely
pulled his cheeks a little wider. His pediatrician had shown me a
technique for the prostate massage. Basically, with increasing intensity,
I try to have the boy urinate while I massage the prostate. He had
fashioned a clear plastic tube that I could fit over Timmy's penis that
emptied into an army style urine Container next to the bed. It worked
quite well except for the end of the tube was a little rough, and
sometimes rubbed Timmy's small penis a little bit raw. It had even
scraped him a little bit. I made a mental note to keep an eye on that
today.

"Let's put another pillow under you, Buddy" I instructed. Timmy slid his
briefs off and put another pillow under his hips. His chubby little
bottom now in great position for me to begin the therapy in earnest. I
reached for the huge tub of Vaseline I kept next to the bed and globbed A
big glob on his winking pink hole. "Spread them wide now buddy"  He
obliged. Seeking the relief he knew to be coming. I easily sank my two
fingers straight to his prostate and began the massage. I move my fingers
counterclockwise and clockwise and straight up the middle and then
repeat. Really trying to make as much contact with every part of the
prostate that I can reach. "Go a little deeper, daddy" Timmy whispered
"OK, buddy" I said and reached my fingers past his prostate so that I
could pull down across it a few times. During this part of the therapy,
he was relaxed enough to where we could talk a bit about his day. We
would spend 10 minutes or so talking about school, scouts, my day,
whatever. It was a nice quiet time that we both enjoyed. The massage
wasn't too intense. More soothing.

"I think I need to pee, daddy" Timmy said after about 10 minutes. That
was the beginning of the more intense part of the massage. The
pediatrician had instructed me to really mash on the prostate in a fairly
aggressive way and try to encourage Timmy to urinate while I was doing
so. Timmy typically had an erection, and the urination came in little
spurts, more like the spasms during ejaculation of an adult man's penis.
By aggressive manipulation of the prostate, I could get this same
reaction from Timmys tiny penis. The spasms in the penis, anus and
prostate were the best medicine for our shared condition. I knew from
having the procedure performed on me countless times, the relief Timmy
would soon feel.

I slid his little penis into the plastic tube and was pleased to see that
his tiny little cock was completely erect. Looking down at my own crotch,
I was also pleased to see that my short thick penis was also completely
erect! What a great sign! Just one day of therapy with Todd, and I was
already able to achieve a nice thick, hard erection! Great news! As my
thick hard cock was a little uncomfortable pressed against my khakis, I
quickly slid them to the floor and gazed happily at my thick hard cock.
Wow! I was so optimistic! Maybe soon, my erections would be firm and
frequent, and my urine flow would be more like other men's. Strong and
heavy. My prostate had gotten so bad, that I had to reach my hand down
the back of my slacks and insert my thumb into my anus and apply pressure
just to get a sputtering little stream. I was so embarrassed when other
men next to me at a urinal noticed, but I had no choice.  Anyway, I was
distracted from the more urgent task at hand.

"Reach back and spread your cheeks as wide as you can now, Buddy" I
encouraged. My little boy did as he was asked. He arched his back to
stick his bottom out far and pull his cheeks wide, wide apart. I added a
third finger and continued to mash on his prostate with increasing
intensity. "You're doing great, buddy" I encouraged him and he responded
by pushing back against my fingers. As I began to feel his anus
involuntarily flexing against my fingers, I knew that he would be
urinating soon. He began to buck his hips a little bit and squeeze
against my fingers as he strained his penis into the little plastic tube
trying to push out in the urine. "Keep going buddy, you're doing great",
as I push deeply into his puffy, swollen, pink, hole. His prostate was
beginning to feel a little spongier which meant urine would flow soon!
"Keep going buddy, I got you". Timmy was grunting a little bit now. "I
think I'm gonna Pee daddy" his voice cracking and quivering with the
intense sensations he was feelin. "You're doing great buddy" At this
point, the pediatrician had shown me how to completely remove my fingers
then somewhat forcibly re-enter his hole to the complete depth I could,
fairly quickly in rapid succession. It was important for this part of the
procedure that he hold his butt cheeks as wide apart as he could. And he
did. I began jamming my fingers into his swollen pink hole, quite
forcibly, with pride at how brave my little boy was during this
embarrassing procedure. "You can do it, buddy" I said. "You're doing
great" I grabbed the plastic tube and moved it back-and-forth, gently on
his penis as it was already a little irritated, and I'm afraid I
accidentally made it a little worse, but he did begin to spasm a bit and
I saw his small penis squirt out little bit of urine. Daddy my PP hurts
he whimpered. "Just keep going buddy, we're getting close buddy", I said
as I moved the tube faster on his shaft. The squirts began in earnest now
and he let out sort of a wail. Half Moan, half whimper and I knew the
therapy was working.  He kept squirting for almost a minute! He was
moaning, and hunching his hard little cock into the rough plastic tube.
Clenching down on my fingers deep in his pink ass hole. I watched a nice
thick stram of urine flow into the tube. His pediatrician would be so
pleased! The intensity increased, but with each increasingly intense
thrust, the volume of pee declined. After a minute, the amount of pee was
just a few drops at a time. He Strained his thrusting cock into the tube
and wailed as he pushed hard but nothing came out., I felt his anus, and
rectum began to quiver as well. "Great job< buddy" I told him as I slowly
withdrew my fingers. He was breathing deeply and in sort of a daze. I
helped him sit up and gave him a little water. Unfortunately, I had not
remembered about the irritation on his penis, and it had scraped against
the sides of the plastic tube and was now really red and irritated." Gosh
buddy, I'm sorry" I said "it looks like we need to take a little better
care of your pecker next time". He looked down between his legs and saw
his scarlet red pecker rubbed raw from the plastic and a little red mark
at the base where the tube had pressed against his small nuts.

"Let's put a little calamine on it. it'll feel better" I said and
reached for the trusty lotion. I settled against the headboard and pulled
him up onto my lap, forgetting for a moment that I was unclothed, I
dragged him into my lap. My thick erection pressed against his tuckered
out hole. "Oh well, I'm too tired to get our clothes on, We'll just wrap
this up and take a little snooze together". His pink little sore willy
poking straight, Still erect from his great work. I gently began applying
the calamine on his hot pink cock. He laid against me, and began to drift
off to sleep. I was so proud of my little guy. He was so brave to endure
this treatment, but I was glad that things seemed to be improving. We had
a great team in place. If I could get my own rear-end feeling better and
keep the boys going in the right direction, the future looked bright! We
both began to drift off into a nap. Both of us were exhausted from our
conditions. As he gently moved around, I felt my short thick cock slip
into his stretched out puffy hole. I was so tired, I didn't even care. I
just lay there mostly asleep as he squirmed a little more and my thick
adult penis gently slid all the way inside him. His slimey pink hole
comforted naturally by what his daddy had between his own legs. Funny how
that fits in so nice I dreamed. I knew I needed to re-adjust. My mind
gently drifted, as I carelessly caressed his sore little erect penis, but
I had drifted off and we both fell into the sleep we needed, both of us
without pain for the first time in weeks.

bjohnc9@gmail.com. Love to hear your stories or experiences.