Date: Mon, 25 May 2009 07:57:22 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Buns Warmer, Part Two" by Jay Roberts     Gay Urination

Jerry shook hands with me.  "I'll send Billy right in."

"Yeah Jerry.  It's best if you wait outside.  The boy may be uncomfortable
if you are here."

He paused a moment, hesitating.  "Well, if you think so, I'll duck out for
a cupa and be back in about fifthteen."

I heard Jerry talking to his son.  "Doc can see you and take care of your
problem."  I heard Billy grouching about this.

"Dad, I don't need no doctor.  I can take care of it myself."

"But Son, you haven't had a movement for three days.  Your whole system
could get poisoned.  We're here.  I'm ordering you to get in there.  You'll
like the doctor.  He's a young guy and very pleasant."

"Probably queer," I heard him mutter.  People do think urologist and
proctologists are odd professional choices.  Doesn't bother me.

I heard the front door close.  Jerry was gone.  No kid yet.  I waited in my
office with my door open.  Finally, after at least five minutes, Billy
opened the waiting room door and walked in slowly, reluctantly.  Hell, now
I was getting a closer look at the kid, he was a fox and a hot one at that.
He had his Dad's good looks, but he had his own version that was cheeky and
sexier.

He was taller than Jerry but had that same lithe body.  His hair was the
same light brown but very curly.  The mass of curls covered his head and
fell down over his forehead, like those statues of Greeks in Metropolitan
Museum.

"Hi Billy, I'm in here, in my office.  Have a seat and I'll fill out a new
patient's chart."

He sat down opposite me.  Like all teenagers, he splayed his legs and began
jiggling his foot immediately.  He was wound up, nervous and suspicious.

I took his age, eighteen and then his social history.  He was surprisingly
frank.  "Yeah I kill a six pack on Saturday night.  The guys play poker."
As if that explained everything.

He admitted to masturbation.  He was one of those modern boys who know it's
natural, but he was a little taken aback when I delved into his frequency
(about 3X a day) and technique.  I was amused that as he told me he just
uses his hand, his fingers curled and he moved his hand, unconsciously.

He became shy when I asked him about sex.  "Have you been layed yet?"

"Sort of," he replied.

I left his answer unexplored.  I had pity on him.

"Okay lad, what's your present problem?"

"It's really nothing.  I've been tense lately because of finals and I guess
I've been eating poorly."

"Yes....."

"I haven't gone to the bathroom in three days."

"You mean you haven't shit in three days.  I know you've been in the
bathroom."

He laughed, but quickly sobered up when I told him to go into the booth,
take off all his clothes, including his underwear and come back in a robe
that he'll find there.

I busied myself with nonsense, trying to calm myself down, knowing that in
a few minutes, a better version of Jerry would emerge for my delectation.
Shit, Jerry was a gay guys dream, what would this boy be?  I found out
shortly as he emerged from the dressing cubicle and stood at the office
door.  The robe just covered his scrotal area and displayed his gorgeous
legs like a showgirl in a brief skirt.  They were long and perfectly
shaped.  A little hair decorated the shins.

"Come into the examining room.  I need to take your temperature."

When I came in, he was sitting on the examining table holding his robe
tightly around him.  As I approached, he opened his mouth to accept the
electric thermometer that he was apparently accustomed to.

"No kiddo.  We use the old fashioned way.  Please get up on the table, on
your stomach."

He looked at me with a pained expression.  "Can't you use the mouth
method?"

Wow, what an opening for a dirty crack, but I ignored that and proceeded
briskly.  I pulled up his robe, exposing his ass and lower back.  I almost
dropped the thermometer at the sight before me.  He had two pretty dimples
at the top of his buttocks and two deep dimples on the sides.  I couldn't
see his anis because he was clenched tight.

"Whoa son, just relax those cheeks."  I noticed that he didn't, so I just
pulled one cheek apart and slit the greasy glass tube in.  I use a rather
thick tube-more fun.

The poor boy was breathing hard in embarrassment and fear, maybe, but he
lay still, taking his treatment with grim acceptance.  I pulled at the
instrument.  "M-m-m," I said.  (I learned that in medical school.)  "You
have 101.  This is not a dangerous number for a young person, but it means
you need treatment."

He lifted his head and craned to look at me.  "What kind of treatment?"

I said nothing.  Then he face that had been expressing the question relaxed
into a grim one.  "You mean..."

"Yep.  An enema.  This will cure your blockage and probably bring your
fever to zero.  Good, huh?"

He started to get up off the table.  "Doc, I haven't had an enema since I
was four years old.  I hated it then and I hate the idea now."  He looked
as if he might cry.

I put my arm around his shoulder.  Ooh that shoulder.  So smooth.  His skin
was without fault.  No pimples, no anything, just ivory perfection.

"Billy.  I'm a doctor.  I know this is good for you.  Now I now you're a
brave boy.  Just stand for it and it'll be over before you know it."

He sighed an organ note of resignation and removed the robe and lay back on
his stomach.  That afforded me a look at his whole muscular back and the
muscles in his arms.  He was a beauty.

I think he acquiesced, as he would have had the coach ordered him to do
something firmly.  These athletes have a streak of compliance, that's why
so many are bottom boys.  Well, perhaps that is going too far, but the
relaxation in this boys shoulders indicated that he was in a familiar role
of acceptance.  It was way cute.

I prepared the enamel container.  I tested the water so that it was body
temperature and would note be uncomfortable.  I added two drops of liquid
soap and two drops of a sedative.  This particular drug produced a calming
effect and also--I must whisper this--it was a slight sexual stimulant.

I returned to the examining room.  Billy lay there totally relaxed.  I
thought he might be asleep but as I rubbed his back, he turned his head and
looked at me with resignation.  "Let's do it."

"Okay," I said and brought the rubber nozzle tip at the entrance to his
anal passage.  What a lovely ass hole I rhapsodized in my head.  It was
hairless and shell pink.  Right now it was heavily puckered in protection
but I wormed my instrument past that and inserted it halfway and stopped.
I hadn't turned on the water delivery spigot yet.

"I'm having a little resistance here Billy.  Can you pretend you are
starting a movement, that'll open you up better."

Billy grunted.  I bet that is the same sound he makes when his cum is
coming.  I jiggled the nozzle in and out like a rubber fuck.  I could see
that the area below his balls was firming up.  The kid was getting an
erection, just like Jerry.  I thought crazily "The Son Also Rises."  That's
a literary reference, oh well, forget it.

The black rubber nozzle slit in smoothly now.  I smelled something sexy.
It was Billy's sweat fear.  His back was now coated with boy sweat.  This
kid hated getting anything up his hole.  He was suffering.  I opened the
lips slightly and the fluid began to enter his system.  He stiffened as he
felt it.  I softly patted his ass cheeks to distract him and, well, add to
my own enjoyment.

Only about a quarter of the water was now in our boy, but already there was
some effect.  He must be very sensitive to any drug.  His face was reddened
and he was breathing deeply and I swear, he had a silly look on his face as
if he was zonked.  It was only three drops of the magic formula but Billy
was like two bongs high.

I continued with the enema, and all the time I was making love to him, but
he wasn't aware of it, at least in his upper consciousness.  I stroked his
back, tickled the back of his balls and generally enjoyed myself.  He began
to softly vocalize and his hips moved slightly to stimulate his cock.

It was as if I was fucking him by surrogate-I mean-the enema tube.

Suddenly he began to moan loudly.  This was not sexual.  He was full to the
overflow point and his stomach was aching.

"Doc, I have to empty.  Please, help me get to the john."

I helped him off the table.  The robe fell off.  Did that bother me?  No! I
put my arm around his 28" waist and guided him into the toilet.  His bare
feet slapped against the tile as he almost crawled to the commode.  Nice
feet I thought as I let me sink to the toilet seat and stood at the other
end of the little room.

He looked at me questioningly.  "Ain't you gonna leave me some privacy?"

"Well kid, I just finished rubbing your whole body and administering an
intimate enema, not to mention tickling your balls.  Don't you think we
have a "special" relationship now?"

He was in such an urgency to expel the load that he made a pained face and
tried to ignore my presence.  Suddenly we both heard a loud explosion of
feces as his pent up enema began to be expelled.  Next came bugle sounds of
trapped gas escaping.  He closed his eyes in ecstasy as he enjoyed getting
rid of three days of fast food.  Plops and gurgles ensued.  Wafts of strong
odors circled the room.  I breathed as little as I could.  Then more
splashes of fecal matter and more loud farts, almost in a rhythm of jungle
drum beats.  His cock was stimulated to full erection by the pleasure of
his emptying.  Wasn't I a good doctor to make this boy so happy and cock
happy too?"

Finally he weakly slumped back against the back of the toilet.  "Doc, I'm
finished and I'm beat."

I came over.  "How about a nice shower?"  I helped him to the shower, put a
big towel on the hook.  "Your Dad should be back, take your time and put
the robe on again, not your clothes," I ordered.  He looked at me
quizzically, but nodded, like a lamby pie.

Yeah, Jerry was in the waiting room.  He looked at me for information.
"Billy was very bound up.  I administered a cleansing.  He's in the shower.
He had 101 fever.  I want to check him out now that he is empty of toxins."
Jerry looked at me and nodded.  I think he was glad that I had gotten his
son "unshitted."

Back in my examining room Billy was naked.  "Where's the robe?"

"Oh, we know each other so well, I didn't think I needed it.  How about
taking my temperature?"

"You've gotten to like that, I think," I said, perhaps as a tease, but he
obediently assume the position with his pretty ass up in the air.  I
inserted the thermometer.  He turned and smirked at me.

"Aren't you going to do that in and out thing.  I don't have anything to
hide from you, I'm horny and that can get me off, then I'll really be
happy."

I inserted the thermometer.  He began breathing a little deeper.  I could
see his long slim cock bobbing happily, pointed at the table surface.  I
moved it in and out in a steady beat.  He was drooling; his young pink
tongue tip was lolling out of the side of his mouth.  He looked drunk, but
cute as hell.

He grunted a few times.  "Doc, I can't quite get off.  Can you help?"

I read the temperature now.  It was normal.  I told him.  He husked out of
"Good!" then wiggled his shapely ass.

I wiped my finger over his pucker.  That produced a long "0-0-0-H."

He was in pig heaven.  I estimated that with each "ooh" I could add five
bucks to my fee.

To my amazement he turned his head and murmured "Doc, use your finger."

"Have you done this before?"

He said hoarsely, "My buddy Jake and I do stuff."

That was all I needed.  I put the tips of my middle finger just inside his
ass hole.  He sang his acceptance.  I moved it deeper and touched his hot
button.  "Oh yeah, that's it.  Work on that.  I'm already brimming."

I began a tender stroking of his button.  Both father and son were fixated
on that organ.  It was okay with me.  My stroking seemed to have brought
him to a peak but he couldn't fall off the cliff.  He was almost in agony
of desire to shoot.

I grabbed his cock, red with impending but suspended orgasm and began a
slow wank.  I hope his Dad in the waiting room didn't hear the wailing of
pleasure this boy was vocalizing as I wanked.

Suddenly he pushed me away and sat up on the table on his bare buttocks.
His voice now changed from my lamb to a lion.  When a kid wants his cum, he
can be very bossy.

"Doc.  I know you're gay.  Suck me off!  Now!"

After all, I'm trained to bring relief to mankind and here was a mankind on
my table, his jock legs apart, his slim cock up against his belly its head
leaking honey like a hose.

I tiptoed to the door and locked it.  Then I returned and moved a stool
over to my waiting feast.  He was huffing and puffing in anticipation.  I
leaned in and licked the flesh stick.  He grabbed my head and pushed me
down on him.  I opened my mouth and he entered, making fucking motions all
the way to my throat.  I gagged and pulled back but he had an iron grip on
the back of my head.  I kept swallowing and my throat muscles jerked him
off into a prodigious cum.  The stuff spilled out from his young balls in
great steams of sweet milk.  Now those grunts were right in my ear and I
knew that he would soon finish the cleansing of his balls like he did with
his ass.

His motions stopped.  I leaned back, dropping his still hard cock from my
lips.  "You done good doc.  I may be back for more treatment another day."

I heard knocking at the door.  It was Jerry.  "Everything okay?"

Billy answered, "Couldn't be better.  He's a great doctor.  Next time you
come here, I'll go with you."

I began to picture both father and son on the table, but I had to shake my
head to dislodge that image.  "Okay guys, let me know when you want to make
an appointment."

They left, arms around each other's shoulders.  It's nice to see a good
relationship between father and son.

End