Gay Erotic Stories

The Return Part I The Return Something peculiar happened the year I turned 40. In fact, it was so peculiar that I had to actually go see a doctor about it. The year I turned 40, my foreskin grew back. As unrealistic or peculiar as it sounds, I went from being circumcised, to being uncircumcised. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not unhappy about it in the least. I always envied lovers who were uncut, and always preferred being with them. So, at age 40, when mine grew back, I was as pleased as I could be. You see, I’m a well endowed male who is very fit, very careful, and very much considered a stud in every way. I have had my share of men, but prefer to live a solitary life, and get what I want when I want it. I never have any trouble because I look about 30, and people often don’t believe that I am really 40. But in the year that I turned 40, some incredible changes occurred in my body that made me believe that the next 40 years will be the best years yet. I noticed the changes starting just after my birthday. When ever I’d take a shower, or go to the bathroom, I’d feel as if my dick was constricted in some kind of sheath, like a condom. Only when I’d look down there I would see only skin. I wondered how this could happen, and realized that I must just be growing an extra flap of skin there, maybe because I desired it so much. But that wasn’t the only change. My metabolism seemed to be getting faster. Now I know that this is just the opposite of most people who turn 40. My love handles disappeared, and my body seemed to be able to burn off more fat and calories than I could take in. My clothes were getting loose, and I wasn’t even trying. As a result of the weight loss, my already long dick appeared even longer. And, it was either covered with the newly grown shroud, or hard, all the time. Well, I didn’t know exactly what was happening. I loved it, but thought I’d better seek some professional advice. I called my urologist and made an appointment. Now, I kid you not, my urologist is named Dr. Peter Ball. Isn’t that ironic, like Harry Dick, or Rod Hardon. But it really was his name. He was 32, and had been my urologist since I suffered a kidney infection three years ago. It never bothered me to go to him, and I found his exams pleasurable, of course. I arrived at the office early and spoke to his assistant John. John is a pleasure to look at himself, and I have had a hand job or two by him. He’s always tan, and seems very fit, but isn’t looking for love in all the wrong places. He’s committed to a stud bodybuilder from Venice Beach. John led me into the examining room and told me to take off my pants and sit on the table, the doctor would be with me in a few minutes. I sat there wondering how Peter was going to take the news that my foreskin had returned. He came in and smiled. Good, I thought,he remembered me. He was looking at my file, probably refreshing his memory about me. “So, what seems to be the problem?” he asked, smiling. I gazed into his beautiful blue eyes and wanted more than anything to say: “No problem, Doc, just wanted to come by and fuck the hell out of your ass.” But I didn’t. “Um, well it’s a little peculiar, Doc. Does the chart there tell you anything about the condition of my penis?” I asked. “Well, other than ‘circumcision at birth’ there aren’t any other details. I usually don’t put down things like sizes, shapes, or anything that is common.” I stood up and slid down my boxers. “Well, Doc, does this look like ‘circumcision at birth’?” I asked, pushing my larger than life uncut cock in his direction. He studied it from a distance at first. His blond hair and moustache were neatly trimmed. He set down the file and came nearer. With hands that held the largest and the smallest of man’s pride and joy, he deftly rolled my cock and balls, and looked at the condition and shape of my penis. “No, it’s definitely not a circumcised penis you have there. When did you notice this beginning,” he asked. “Just shortly after my 40th birthday.” He was writing again. “Any other peculiar symptoms?” “Yeah,” I answered, “I’m losing weight, my muscles are more defined, my sexual appetite is voracious, more now than when I was 20, and my penis is about 2 inches longer than it was before, especially when it’s hard. I seem to have more energy, have a hard time sleeping, and I’m constantly doing things that are creatively challenging. Mind you, I’m not complaining, I just want to know what’s going on.” “Well,” he said, looking thoughtfully, “I think I may have an idea what’s going on here, but I’ll need to take some tests. You’ll need to ejaculate into this cup, and John will be in for a blood test.” “You know, Doc, it would be a whole lot easier to ejaculate if you’d help me along.” He placed the file down and came over close. I could smell his aftershave, and touched his soft cheeks. His hands were already working my cock, and the foreskin was retracting as he fingered the tip. I pulled his head close and thrust my tongue into his mouth. This brought my dick to its full upright and locked position. He cupped my balls and did a rotation that sent me into orbit. I think I bit his tongue just before I shot into the specimen cup. Peter retreated, exiting the room quickly, leaving me there naked, limp cock just spent, and John came in right away. “I see you just gave a sample. Would you like me to to wait until you’re dressed?” he asked. “No, just take the damn blood and figure out what’s going on.” John tied my elbow with a rubber tube, washed it with disinfectant, poked me with a long needle, and extracted my blood. “It’ll be a few minutes,” he said. “You can get dressed now.” John left, and for some reason I just sat there wondering what was going on. I looked down to see my love muscle sitting between my legs, fleshy covering all the way over the head, wondering how in the hell my foreskin had grown back. All these years I had envied men who had a fully grown penis in tact. All these years I searched porno houses and glory holes to get a good view of a beautiful uncut cock. Now, here I was, with one of the biggest and best I’d ever seen, and it was all mine. I thought of all the men I had fucked over the years, all the men who had held my dick in their hands, or who had sucked me to convulsions, and I wondered what they would think now. Here I am, 40 years old, more fit than I have ever been, still losing weight, and growing a new penis to boot. What an amazing story. Just thinking about it sent tingling sensations to my groin. Since my shroud has reappeared, my sensations are stronger, and I feel them earlier. I suspect this is because my foreskin keeps the head constricted a little longer. I placed my hand down to my cock, and fingered the tightening foreskin. With my thumb and forefinger, I was able to work the skin back and forth, sending strong sensations all the way to my spine. A little clear liquid was leaking out, and I was getting hard again. I had just given a sample of my cum for testing, and I was getting hard again! My current condition, while exciting, and one I could only have dreamed for, was starting to concern me. Before I knew it my shaft had plunged through the opening of it’s cover, and was standing fully erect once more. I guess I should have gotten dressed, because at that very moment, Dr. Ball came into the room again. “Peter,” I said in a shocked manner. “Look at this, will you. You gave me a hand job less than three minutes ago, and I’m rock hard and ready to roll again already. What the hell is going on?” Peter came over closer to the table, this time not quite as fidgety. He was lingering close to the side of the table, rubbing his groin against my arm. “I think your body clock has gone into overdrive, and you’re producing much more testosterone than you are using. It’s causing physical changes, that, at your age, should be going the other way. What a lucky turn of events for you.” “I think it might be lucky for you as well.” I said. I turned to the side, and rubbed his wool slacks. I could see that he was hard and ready. I stood, pecker flying in front like a signal flag, reached for the door, and turned the lock. When I turned back, Peter had taken off his lab jacket and shirt, and was unzipping his pants. He didn’t wear any shorts, which he once told me were too restrictive to our manhood. Just a good excuse to go without, in my humble opinion. Only now I was going to be anything but humble. I whipped his pants to the floor. He was stark naked, except for his socks. His shoulders were broad, muscular, and well worked. His pecs were covered with white fuzz, I’d call peach fuzz. His stomach was flat, and there weren’t even any love handles. He told me once he loved racquetball, and it helped keep him in shape. His cock was well shaped, and lean. It suited him well, pointing upward and straining for a place to go to relieve its tension. His balls were hanging low, and the whole area around his dick had been shaved. I wondered what that was all about. His legs were nice, runners legs in a way, long and lean, but you knew he could use them for what ever he needed to use them for. I reached over and stroked his dick. I had never stroked such smooth balls before. “Peter, why do you shave down there?” I asked. “To keep it clean. To improve the sensations. To make men like you ask questions.” “Lean over the examining table,” I ordered . “It’s time for your rectal exam.” He complied, leaning over the end. I stood on the step, which was just wide enough to accommodate me. I spread some of the goop that Peter had on the bedside table on his ass and rubbed. My fingers worked it deep into his muscles. I then moved them into his ass hole. When I stretched it enough to accommodate my burgeoning man meat, now covered with shining latex, I pushed it in as hard as I could. Peter let out a pained but stifled scream. Finally, I thought, someone can do to you what you do to them every day. We established a good rhythm, and before long I let out a long low moan, and with one deep, long thrust, gave him so much white hot cum, I wasn’t sure the condom would contain it all. I pulled out quickly, and saw that Peter was very red in the face and chest. “Peter, what’s the matter. Can’t you take it?” I said chuckling. “No, it’s not that. You just ravaged my asshole with such force, that it may take me a while to catch my breath. God, that was fantastic. Where did you get the energy?” He asked. “I thought you were trying to figure that one out.” I turned him around and could see that his dick was straight, hard, and very red, and ready to return the ravage to my glory hole. This time I lay ass up, over the end of the exam table. Peter stretched a condom over his dick, and said, “I’m a little new at this, so don’t expect too much.” “Oh, Peter, just do it!” Slowly, carefully, Peter placed his long, lean cock into my asshole. He slid it in with long, slow strokes. He apparently wasn’t in much of a hurry to get off, because he moved in slow and controlled movements. It may have taken about five minutes, but finally he did speed things up, and when he did finally blow, I was sure it was an eruption of white hot virgin lava, that had never explored the depths of manhood before. He pulled out quickly and stood just behind my ass, dripping cum out of the condom as his cock deflated. I turned and looked into his sky blue eyes. “Peter, is that the first time you fucked a man?” “Yes, I must admit, it was. I went into this business because I had this perverse desire to touch mens cocks and balls, to put my fingers up their asses, and to see them naked. I guess I always knew I was gay, but just never acted on it beyond touching, feeling and looking. You’re the first, and I don’t even know what to tell you about your problem.” “Hey, as far as I can see, it’s no problem. I just have to get used to being muscular, fit, studly, and constantly hard. The only problem, as I see it, is finding someone who can help me out when I need helping out, and I’ve never had a problem in that department, ever.” “I can see why,” Peter admitted. “You really fucked the hell out of me, and I loved it. Then you let me fumble around in your ass like I knew what I was doing. God, that was so great. I think I’ll be seeing much, much more of you.” Just then there was a tap on the door. Peter pulled his pants on and put his lab coat over his naked torso. He buttoned several of the buttons. I was smiling to see how innocently he was trying to make everything look. He was so inexperienced and so immature about everything, and had a lot to learn. I guess I could be his teacher, if he could keep up with me. When he opened the door, John handed him the results of my lab tests. Peter looked them over with great interest, saying “hmmm” every now and then. When he looked up, I asked, “Hey Doc, is it fatal?” “Hardly. You just happen to be the luckiest man in the world. Your testosterone level is three times what the normal count, your other hormones have suppressed to the point of being non existent, and the human growth hormone is sky high in your system. This makes you virtually disease resistant, your muscles are elongating and becoming firmer on their own, and you will probably grow two to three inches taller, and who knows where your sexual energy will peak. Personally, I’d like to be able to market this stuff and sell it at great cost.” “Is there anything you’d recommend? Is there some kind of chemical or medical thing you can do?” “Why would you want me to?” Peter asked. “I intend to employ you as the Love Doctor to teach all the men who come in here what it’s like to be such a stud. You can’t imagine how many men don’t even know hoe to put a condom on. You’d be amazed at the number of gay men who don’t know the first thing about sucking or butt fucking. You could liberate a whole lot of gay men still closeted, and you could certainly help me explain male anatomy to teenagers. What do you think?” “Hmmm, interesting proposition. I’ll have to think about it. Any benefits?” Peter stepped over and put his strong hand around my neck. he pulled my face close to his. “Me. I’m available 24 hours a day to be your boy toy. What more could you want? And, I can make sure you’ll always be hard, hot and ready.” “Ho! Pretty confident for a beginner.” “But not a beginner for long, Doc Stud. What do you say? Will you do it?” At that very moment he touched the tip of my dick with his index finger, and I went into orbit again. Of course, I’d do it. What does he take me for? A fool? No way. This is too good a proposition to give up. Stay tuned for the second chapter.