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A Cure for Quick on the Draw
by Blindside
We collectively agreed that I would see a Doctor. Because we were new to the area however, neither she nor I had gone to the trouble of locating a family Doctor. I made several inquiries at work…using the excuse that I had to have a physical for life insurance purposes. Because my buddies Don and Rick had both recommended the same Doctor, I decided to make an appointment. My name is Barry.
Naturally the receptionist at the Doctor’s office wanted to know some details, especially why I needed to see the Doctor. I used the same excuse needed a physical for life insurance.
“The Doctor can see you Friday at 3 pm Barry,” said the receptionist, “Please be here 15 minutes early to complete the necessary paperwork.”
Frankly, I was scared to death. What if something was indeed wrong with me? Can this be cured? Would I every enjoy sexual relations again?
On Friday afternoon, I headed to the Clinic where the Doctor was part of a Medical Group. After checking in and filling out hoards of paperwork, a nurse escorted me back to a small, impersonal exam room. She informed me the Doctor was running a bit behind, but would be with me shortly. I hate the word shortly…it has no meaning whatsoever.
After a half-hour wait, the Doctor finally entered the room. Nice looking fellow, probably about 40 years old…give or take several years. After a brief introduction, the Doctor got down to business.
“Says here you need a physical for life insurance purposes,” said the Doctor, quickly scanning the chart.
“Well, not exactly Doctor,” I said, “I’m having a little problem in the bedroom …”
“Oh!” replied the Doctor, “erection problems?”
“No, I’m actually okay in that department,” I replied, “… It’s just that I’m rather quick on the draw.”
“Oh!” said the Doctor, “Pre-mature ejaculation?”
“Yeah,” I replied, “And I’m afraid this issue is going to not only ruin my sex life, but my marriage as well.”
“Well Barry, this happens to many men…don’t be embarrassed,” said the Doctor, still scanning the chart and looking up occasionally.
“So can you help me Doc?” I asked, hoping he’d just prescribe some type of medication.
“Well, maybe,” said the Doctor, “But first I’d like to administer a brief physical exam … you know, just to see if there’s anything contributing to your problem.”
Oh shit! I hadn’t counted on this…man--just give me some pills or something.
“Why don’t you just remove you shirt, shoes and socks,” said the Doctor, “and we’ll get started.” The Doctor turned to the counter and commenced to wash his hands with some of that awful smelling anti-bacterial soap. In the mean time, I chucked my golf shirt, shoes and socks. Thank god he didn’t ask me to strip naked.
The Doctor very methodically started his examination, first taking my temperature and then checking my blood pressure.
“130 over 70,” said the Doctor, “ …not perfect, but nothing to be alarmed about.”
The Doctor then checked my ears, nose, and throat. He was particularity impressed that I didn’t have a cavity in my head. “Very few people have perfect teeth, Barry,” said the Doctor, as he dawned his stethoscope.
“Yeah, I guess I’m really lucky in that regard,” I replied, thinking I’d trade a few cavities for the ability to last more than five or six seconds.
“Okay Barry,” said the Doctor, “Let’s get your heart and lungs checked out.” The Doctor listened to my ticker for the longest time, stopping occasionally to write something or other on my chart. “Sounds good, Barry,” said the Doc, as he placed the stethoscope on my back. “Take a deep breath, Barry,” said the Doc, “Once again.” The Doctor returned the stethoscope to the counter, wrote something more on the chart, and said, “If you’ll remove your trousers Barry, we’ll continue with the examination.”
I slipped my pants off, thinking all the while it was a good thing I’d wore boxers today and not those skimpy bikini underwear my wife had given me for a birthday present. I tossed my pants on a chair, as the Doctor told me to lie down on the exam table.
“Just relax, Barry,” said the Doc, as he started to press my chest with both hands…first, very gently and then harder. “Any pain there, Barry?” asked the Doc, as he continued to press my chest, moving slowly down to my stomach.
“Ah…no…don’t think so,” I replied.
The Doctor then placed both hands on my groin area, pressing firmly against my boxers. I felt my dick twitch somewhat…oh shit, what if I get a hard-on?
“Okay Barry, if you’ll stand up and remove your underwear, we’ll get the rest of you checked out,” said the Doc, as he rolled up a short stool, snapped on a pair of surgical gloves, and had a seat.
I stood up, dropped my boxers, and exposed my now semi-erect dick to the Doctor who didn’t seem to notice as he started to examine my testicles.
“Does this hurt, Barry?” asked the Doctor, as he lightly squeezed each of my nuts.
“Ah, n …not really,” I replied, noting my dick continued to head north.
“Good,” said the Doc, “now let’s examine your penis.” Grabbing the now hard shaft of my dick, the Doctor moved his hand slowly down to the base and then commenced examining my piss hole, spreading it apart…apparently looking for any type of infection.
“Ah…Doc…I apologize for the erection,” I said, as I felt my face turn beet red.
“No problem, Barry,” replied the Doctor, “Happens all the time. Now if you’ll just turn your head and cough, we’ll be done here.” As I coughed several times, I felt my now raging hard-on whip back and forth. How embarrassing.
“Okay Barry,” said the Doc, “Please turn around, bend over and grab your ankles.” This was, of course, the rectal exam. I’d actually had one of these before, and it hurt like hell. Once in position, the Doc greased up his index finger, rubbed some lubricant on my butt hole, and found his way up my ass. In the mean time, my erection was at full staff. Having a finger up my butt hasn’t helped matters any. Finally this part of the exam was over.
“Just have seat back on the exam table Barry,” said the Doc, as he removed his gloves and tossed them in the trash. So there I sat, completely naked, sporting a full-blown erection.
“Well, Barry,” said the Doc, “I can’t find anything wrong here that would cause the problem you’re having. If fact, I think you’re in perfect health.”
“Ah…that’s good to hear,” I said, hoping my dick wouldn’t decide to erupt.
“But let’s talk about you’re problem, Barry,” said the Doc, “When did your pre-mature ejaculation start?”
“Ah…maybe several months ago,” I replied, not really sure if this was true or not.
“And how often do you have sexual intercourse, Barry,” asked the Doc, now making notes on the chart.
“Oh, maybe several times a week…maybe three,” I said, “But it’s got to the point where we don’t even try you know, due to my problem.”
“So,” the Doctor paused momentarily, “How often do you masturbate?”
Oh shit! Busted! “Ah…maybe a couple times a week…in the shower,” I said, thinking this conversation was taking on an erotic tone.
“And when you masturbate Barry,” said the Doctor, “Do you ejaculate immediately?”
“Ah…yeah,” I replied, now thinking maybe I just forget this whole thing.
“And how intense are your ejaculations, Barry?” asked the Doc, “And how much semen do you produce?”
“Well…they’re actually pretty intense…I mean are you talking about how long…ah… the feeling…lasts?” I asked.
“Yes Barry,” replied the Doc.
“Maybe twenty or thirty seconds,” I said, “…and there’s the usual amount of cum…err …semen. I mean it’s not a dribble, or anything like that.”
“Well Barry,” the Doc continued, “There is one exercise you can do which may solve your problem. You can actually do this by yourself…or your partner can do it for you. Would you be willing to give it a try?”
“Ah…yeah, Doc…anything to fix the problem,” I said, wondering what would happen next.
“Well, let me show you what I’m talking about Barry,” said the Doc, “just lie down on the table.”
Once in a horizontal position, still fully erect, the Doctor started with the exercise instructions.
“Okay Barry, I want you to take your thumb and index finger, place it on the tip of your penis, and begin slowly masturbating yourself,” said the Doc. I couldn’t believe I was about to jack-off in front of another man.
“Now then Barry,” said the Doc, “When you feel as if you’re about to ejaculate, I want you to squeeze the tip of your penis with one hand and grab your testicles with the other, pulling them down as far as comfort will allow.”
I began the exercise as the Doctor stood over me. I could tell right away this wasn’t going to work. “Ah…here it is!” I shouted.
“Squeeze the tip of your penis Barry!” said the Doc, “and pull your testicles down!”
Well, I’ll be damned! The ‘feeling’ subsided in my dick, as I released both hands. I was sweating something fierce.
“Okay Barry,” said the Doc, “Try it again.”
I repeated the exercise, this time lasting about one minute until the ‘feeling’ started to overcome me. Quickly I squeezed the tip of my dick, grabbed my balls and pulled them down. Once again, this seemed to work.
“Now remember Barry,” said the Doc, “If your partner performs this exercise for you, communication is key. You must inform your partner if you’re near ejaculation. Here, let me show you.”
The Doctor grabbed the shaft of my dick and began to move his hand slowly up towards the tip. This lasted for about two minutes before the ‘feeling’ returned. “Ah…Doc … it’s time!” I said, not sure if I was going to unload or not. The Doctor immediately squeezed the tip of my dick, grabbed my balls and pulled them down. Again, the ejaculation was thwarted.
The Doctor continued the exercise five more times…by this time, I had lasted over 10 minutes, which was certainly encouraging. On the sixth attempt, I simply couldn’t take it any longer.
“Ah Doc, here it comes!” I shouted. Immediately the Doctor squeezed the tip of my dick and grabbed my balls. It was however, too late. A gusher of cum came flying from my dick, landing all over my chest and the Doctor’s hand. Shaking from the experience, I could hardly talk.
“Well Barry, you lasted about 12 minutes or so. How do you feel?” asked the Doctor.
“Yeah …fine. I appreciate you taking the time to solve my problem,” I replied, still lying naked on the table with cum all over my body.
“Well, let’s get you cleaned up,” said the Doctor, “and go ahead and get dressed.”
While the Doctor was washing his hands, I put my clothes back on. “Have a seat Barry, I have some further instructions for you,” said the Doctor. Continuing, “Here’s what I want you to do. Tonight, I want you and your wife to have sex. Start with her masturbating you…the same way you did this afternoon. Once you feel comfortable, go ahead and insert your penis into her vigina…slowly…very slowly. When you feel the need to ejaculate, pull your penis out and have your partner squeeze the tip…just like you did today. Okay?”
“Yeah Doc…thanks,” I replied. Thanking him, I left the office and hurried home to give the good news to my wife.
That evening, I told her of the cure…and we immediately jumped into the rack to try out the new exercise. And it worked! I lasted almost 15 minutes, with only four or five times having to stop to ‘rest’ as they say. Frankly, I had the most intense organism I’d ever had. My wife was ecstatic.
The following day I headed back to work. During the morning coffee break, Don and Rick joined me.
“So,” asked Don, “How was your appointment with the Doctor?”
“Yeah…OK,” I replied.
“Did he stick his finger up your butt?” asked Rick, snickering.
“Oh shut the fuck up Rick,” I replied, totally disgusted at the question.
“Well did he touch your dick?” asked Don, laughing along with Rick.
“Well yeah, you dumb shit, he touched my dick. So?” I asked, almost having enough of this conversation.
“You know of course Barry,” said Don, “That the Doctor is gay?”
“Oh bullshit!” I said, “…and just how do you know that?”
“Well,” said Don, “I know…because he’s my brother-in-law.”
The session with the Doctor flashed before my eyes. Horrified, I returned to my office, vowing never to speak to Don or Rick again. Well…gay or not, he did solved my problem!
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After examining the last cop, I decided that perhaps it would be best to terminate my relationship with the police force. I quickly reviewed the terms of the contract and luckily found a clause, which would allow me to cancel. I therefore had the receptionist draft a cancellation letter (the contract required 5 days written notice). In the meantime, and unbeknownst to me, an appointment had
Future Father In-Law Examination
After returning to college after the holiday break, I was introduced to Michelle by one of my fraternity brothers. My name is Gary. God she was pretty…and smart. Michelle and I fell in love immediately. We were both in our senior year and would be graduating in May. I couldn’t believe the luck I’d had, finding the perfect girl. By early March, Michelle and I decided to get married
Guilty or Innocent?
To make a long story short, the police arrested me on a Monday morning for allegedly forcing a young woman (hereafter referred to as ‘bitch’ or ‘cunt’) to perform oral sex in the restroom of a mid-town bar. Unfortunately, I just happened to be at the bar where the incident occurred, which wasn’t a good sign. Fortunately, I had an attorney friend who not only bailed me out of jail, but also
Guilty or Innocent?
To make a long story short, the police arrested me on a Monday morning for allegedly forcing a young woman (hereafter referred to as ‘bitch’ or ‘cunt’) to perform oral sex in the restroom of a mid-town bar. Unfortunately, I just happened to be at the bar where the incident occurred, which wasn’t a good sign. Fortunately, I had an attorney friend who not only bailed me out of jail, but also
Hemorrhoids and a Hard-On
I absolutely, positively, had to do something about my hemorrhoids. The pain was awful! And the scratching was disgusting! I must have the most ugly butt hole on the planet! Something had to be done! Not having seen a doctor since my college days, naturally I was apprehensive to start now. And notwithstanding that fact, I didn’t even have a regular physician. Certainly, I wasn’t going to
Masturbation Therapy
Having been married for about 10 years with two kids, my wife and I decided it was time for me to have a vasectomy. She had been on the pill, but was unhappy with the side effects. Additionally, my wife was scared to death of having another child, which resulted in infrequent sexual intercourse. This is pretty tough on a 30-year-old still horny bastard. At least my wife would give me several
Military Doc, Part 1
During my senior year in college, one of my professors suggested I attend medical school. I was a smart kid, and would graduate with a degree in biology. The trouble with this suggestion however, was the fact I had no money. There was a solution however, and that was to let the military pay for med school, knowing full well I’d have to commit to eight years in the army. Well, one does what
Military Doc, Part 2
After spending one year in the middle of nowhere, I was transferred back state side. After my arrival however, I decided being on an isolated base in the Pacific wasn’t so bad after all. The military medical facility I was assigned was very large and filled with a multitude of doctors. Upon my arrival, I was ushered into the office of the head physician. I was about to learn he was a
Military Doc, Part 3
After a year of hell working stateside for General “shit head”, I got transferred to a medium sized military base in Europe. This was now my third year of my eight-year commitment to the military. Time was going very slowly. Upon my arrival at the base, I was assigned to emergency room duties. This was okay with me, as it would give me some additional experience as well as allow me to
Military Doc, Part 4
It was my fourth year of indentured servitude with the Military medical team. I really wasn’t too anxious to leave Europe, but didn’t have a choice when reassigned to a stateside facility on the west coast. The base was a combination of various functions, including a recruitment and high-tech training center. I would be working in the hospital, making rounds and sometimes alternating in the
Military Doc, Part 5
It was the beginning of my fifth year as a military doctor. I was somewhat concerned that nothing had been said regarding a transfer, although my current assignment at a west coast facility was okay with me. The warm weather suited me just fine. On a Monday morning, the chief medical officer called me to his office. “Major, we’d like you to stay in this area. Would that be acceptable?”
Military Doc, Part 6
So here I am in year six of my commitment to the military, which landed me on the east coast at a large medical facility. At first I was assigned to the emergency room, where I dealt mainly with military dependents. This was basically shit duty, particularly dealing with officer’s wives and their spoiled children. Everyone thinks they’re special. After several months of the emergency room,
Military Doc, Part 7
It was now year seven of my military obligation. Two more years to go, and I’d be out on my own and hopefully making some serious money. I’d had about enough military as any one individual should have to take in a lifetime. Leaving the east coast, the military transferred me to sunny Florida. I was assigned to a small base of approximately 1,500 men and women. I wasn’t quite sure what the
Military Doc, Part 8
Finally! This was the final year of my military career! I started out marking off the days on the calendar, but discontinued that practice after it became clear it was only prolonging the agony! My last assignment was back to the west coast, where I was put in charge of the recruitment center. Among other duties, it was my charge to ensure all the hunky young recruits were in the best of
My Friend Skip - Part 1
After twenty years of marriage, my wife and I decided to divorce. We had simply grown apart. She had her life and I had mine. Being the nice guy, I moved out and settled into an apartment. I decided that women were nothing but trouble, and thus made no effort to find female companionship. Five months after the divorce, my life was less than perfect. After work, I would typically stop by
My Prostate Exam
“Okay, sir…if you’ll just stand up and lift your gown, we’ll finish your exam.” So there I was, practically naked, standing before a doctor I’d never seen before. After turning 40 years of age, my employer insisted I have a complete physical exam. I lifted the skimpy gown, exposing my manhood to the doctor, who had rolled up a small stool, put on some gloves, and took a seat. “Just relax,
Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 1
To make a long story short, I grew up in a totally dysfunctional household. My parents were the town drunks, which meant I had little or no supervision. Nor did I have any siblings to hang out with. Nor did we have any money to speak of. My dad worked odd jobs and made just enough money to survive on. Of course there was always money for liquor. By the way, my name is Cooper, but they call
Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 2
Part 2 Arriving at the training base, I checked in with the officer of the day who assigned me to a barracks. “You’ll be bunking temporarily upstairs in this building with a sergeant. We’re out of room in the barracks you’re suppose to be in.” I grabbed my stuff, headed upstairs, and found my room. It was somewhat small, with two bunks, two closets, several chairs, a small couch, and a
Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 3
Part 3 The following morning, I boarded a Military Air Command flight heading east. I loved California and was in hopes I would be able to return. I was sitting in the back of the plane, next to a black lieutenant. About 70 minutes into the flight, the pilot came on the public address system, “Gentlemen, we have a slight problem with the aircraft, and I’m going to make an unscheduled
Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 4
Part 4 The morning after I sucked off the corporal in the steam room, I headed to the warehouse, wondering if the corporal would make good on his promise. Once at the warehouse, we all lined up for roll call and the corporal started to make assignments for the day. Then it came my turn. “Cooper … report to the office. I have a job for you.” Yeah, I’ll bet … a blowjob. As I broke ranks
Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 5
Part 5 The following morning, I headed to the infirmary for my physical exam that the sergeant had explained was necessary for my promotion to corporal. I’d had a physical at military basic training that was run like a cattle car where 20 naked men were humiliated by overzealous medics. I remember several guys got a hardon, which was not overlooked by the medics. Once at the infirmary, I
Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 6
Part 6 Arriving in California, I took the military bus from the airport to the base where this all started. In addition to a recruitment center, the base also served other functions such as logistics and commissioned officer training. Nothing much had changed at the base since I had left. Once on the base, I headed to the administration building to check in. There was a corporal at the
Sports Medicine
Our next installment takes a strange and bizarre twist. A newly married coed (and apparently a nymphomaniac at that) consults with our doctor about her bridegroom’s poor performance in bed. It was late in the spring semester and I was looking forward to taking a break during the summer months. Being a doctor can be stressful, and perhaps it’d be a good idea to get away for a while. It was
Sports Medicine, Part 1
After graduation from medical school, I was very fortunate to join a group of doctors who had a thriving practice in a mid-sized university town. In fact, our offices were just opposite the university. They call me Doctor. I specialized in sports medicine, which generally deals with aches and pains such as tennis elbow, torn ligaments, and the like. Other doctors in the group all have their
Sports Medicine, Part 2
Picking up on our story, the doctor returns to the gymnasium for a second examination of three swimmers. Saturday morning arrived and I was flushed with excitement. Basically, I had tricked the coach into a second examination of three of his men, all of whom had the potential to pop a boner during a physical examination. Showing up at the gymnasium at 10:45am, I met with the coach. He
Sports Medicine, Part 3
Continuing with our story, the doctor examines the coach, who has not had a physical exam since college. “Ah … coach … how ya do’in? The coach sat on the exam table, ready for his examination. “Yeah … I’m fine, but not too happy about this. Can we get this over with?” “Sure, coach … if you’ll just disrobe, we’ll get started.” The coach got up and commenced removing his clothes.
Sports Medicine, Part 4
When we last left our good doctor, the assistant football coach had called concerned about the sexual maturity of his star line backer. I agreed to come to the gym that afternoon to assess the situation. “Well coach, what’s the problem?” The assistant football coach was a tall, well built man … looked like he might have been in the Marine Corps, what with all the tattoos on his massive arms.
Sports Medicine, Part 5
The medical practice is open on Saturday, basically to serve those patients who might have some difficulty arranging for an appointment during the week, due to work commitments. I had pulled Saturday duty, which didn’t necessarily bother me, given the fact all the doctors alternated … plus, any doctor who worked on Saturday was off on the following Monday. It was generally a busy day and I’d
Sports Medicine, Part 6
The spring semester had ended, and the university had quickly emptied out. It was pretty boring without all the college kids around in the summer, but the clinic kept busy. Mostly, I saw middle age men with sports injuries of one kind or another. It always amazes me how 40 year old men still think they’re 18 years old, only to find their bodies won’t tolerate the abuse we all could take when a
Sports Medicine, Part 7
It was late in the spring semester and I was looking forward to taking a break during the summer months. Being a doctor can be stressful, and perhaps it’d be a good idea to get away for a while. It was early afternoon on a Thursday, and I’d just finished up examining the Assistant Dean of the university. He was a thirty something guy, in reasonably good health. I needed to watch myself with
State Trooper, Part 1
Part 1 – A fictional story. Ever since I can remember, the thought of being a state highway patrolman consumed me. I think it had something to do with watching all those old highway patrol movies from the ‘50s and ‘60s that got me going. The absolute thrill of tracking down a criminal and putting them behind bars sent chills up my spine. It would be my job to personally hunt down every
State Trooper, Part 2
Part 2 – A fictional story. After a brief vacation back home with my folks, I headed to the state capitol to begin the eight-week training course to become a highway patrolman. Man, was I excited! My dream had come true! However, I continued to remind myself that this wasn’t a done deal yet. While it was true the highway patrol only accepted one out of every five applicants, it was also
State Trooper, Part 3
Part 3 – A fictional story. The following Monday, I was assigned a patrol car along with a specific area of the interstate highway, which amounted to about 25 miles. My job was simply to drive north 25 miles, turn around, and return south. I was free to run radar, or simply cruise the highway. It was suggested however, that an abundance of traffic violations would add to the state coffers.
State Trooper, Part 4
Part 4 – A fictional story. On Saturday, I called Rick’s sister … her name was Beth … and arranged to meet her on Sunday afternoon at a small restaurant in the suburbs. By meeting her there, we both would have the opportunity to leave, should it be necessary to do so. Beth told me what she’d be wearing, so I’d be able to recognize her. Once at the restaurant, I immediately spotted Beth
State Trooper, Part 5
The following week, Rick didn’t say a word about our previous Sunday afternoon activities. I couldn’t figure out if this was a one-time event or if Rick would hold me hostage because he was my supervising sergeant. I made an attempt to call Beth several times and left messages. Because she didn’t call me back, I made the assumption she had moved on to someone else. Just as well, I guess.
State Trooper, Part 6
The south patrol was totally dysfunctional. Sergeant Adams was a crusty old fart, having served on the patrol for over thirty years. His gut hung over his belt and he was generally unkempt. The men in the south patrol however, were a bunch of tough bastards and didn’t take any shit from anyone. Because of the crime infested area, there were two men to each patrol car, which gave me some
State Trooper, Part 7
After catching Tyrone and Sergeant Adams going at it, I kicked both of them out of my apartment. This was a very unfortunate incident, but not exactly my fault … now was it? I was somewhat reluctant to return to the South Patrol for duty, but really didn’t have much of a choice. When checking my box for any mail, I discovered that Sergeant Adams had reassigned me to the East Patrol, which
The Sergeant Re-enlists - Part 3
This is a story of fiction … enjoy! Part 3 – The Sergeant meets his Captain … and gets a new assignment. I left the clinic after my physical exam at about 1100 hours, so it was a good time to get some early chow at the mess hall. I reminded myself that the appointment with my new Captain was at 1500 hours. After lunch, I returned to the barracks, hoping the Corporal was not there. He
The Sergeant Re-enlists, Part 1
This is a work of fiction … enjoy! PART ONE – The Sergeant Gets Transferred After serving nearly twenty years in the military, it was time to make a decision. Should I re-up for another four years, or call it quits? Given the geo-political climate, I certainly didn’t want to end up wounded in a war, or perhaps dead! I had enlisted shortly after my high school graduation, so at only
The Sergeant Re-enlists, Part 2
This is a work of fiction…enjoy! PART TWO – The Sergeant has a Physical Exam I awoke about 0600 hours, only to hear the Corporal in the shower. He had made up his rack already and I noticed his uniform was laid out. I had to pee. Entering the bathroom, the Corporal stuck his head out from the Shower. “Hey! Good morning Sergeant!” I stood at the urinal. ”Yeah! Morning Corporal!”
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