Gay Erotic Stories

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 ask around for a referral, since the obvious question would be something along the line of “what’s wrong?” What was I to say? “Oh, I have a sore butt hole.” Yeah, right.

Against my better judgment, I decided to go to one of those shopping center “walk-in” clinics. And the minute I walked in, I knew I’d made a big mistake. First, the lobby was filled with waiting patients, together with several screaming kids. Most of the people looked poor. Nonetheless, I approached the receptionist who had just hung up the phone.

“Yes sir?” she said, “How can I help you?”

“Ah, I need to see a doctor,” I replied, somewhat nervously.

“And just what may I tell the doctor is your problem?” asked the receptionist, staring into my eyes.

Very quietly, I said, “Hemorrhoids,” hoping no one in the lobby heard me.

“Oh! Okay,” said the receptionist, handing me some paperwork to fill out and directing me to a seat in the lobby.

I quickly filled out the paperwork, returning it to the receptionist. She indicated the wait would be about one hour, and then said, “Would you prefer a male doctor, sir?”

“Ah…yeah…that’d probably be best,” I said, horrified at the thought of exposing my butt hole to a woman.

One hour passed. Given my condition, it was difficult for me to sit for any given length of time. Finally, after about one hour and fifteen minutes, a nurse called out my name and asked that I come with her. She quickly ushered me into a small exam room, directing me to have a seat on the table. “The doctor will be with you shortly, sir,” said the nurse as she left the room.

Another half hour passed. My butt hole was on fire. I’m not sure I could take it much longer!

Finally, the door opened and the doctor came in—a young guy, probably about 35 or so.

“Ah yes,” said the doctor, “Dean?”

We shook hands and the doctor introduced himself, continuing, “And what seems to be the problem, Dean?”

“Ah…hemorrhoids, doc,” I said.

“Okay,” said the doc, “… and how long have you suffered from this condition?”

“Ah…too damn long doc…can you help me?” I said, now desperate for relief.

“Oh, I’m sure we can, Dean,” replied the doctor, “…but you know, there’s no easy way to do this. I need you to stand up and drop your pants and underwear…let’s have a look.”

The moment of truth had arrived. I stood up, turned around, and lowered my pants and boxers to my ankles. The doc instructed me to bend over, as he commenced to examine my sore asshole.

I felt his gloved fingers move up and down my crack…stopping periodically.

“Mmmm,” said the doctor, “Interesting…” He continued the examination, taking some gauze pads and applying some type of ointment, which frankly felt great. Lessened the pain so to speak.

“Okay Dean,” said the doctor, “I’m going to insert my finger into your rectum…just to find out what’s going on in there. Just relax your muscle…it may hurt somewhat.” I felt his lubricated finger move slowly into my hole, moving back and forth. “Doc, it hurts!” I said, and believe me, it did! “Hold on Dean,” replied the doctor, “I’m almost done!”

In the meantime, and for whatever reason, my dick had decided to head north. By the time the doctor removed his finger from my hole, I had a very large erection. This was going to be embarrassing. The doctor removed his gloves and tossed them in the trash.

“Okay Dean, please have a seat on the exam table,” said the doctor, who was about to witness my condition. I turned around and planted myself on the table, pants and boxers still around my ankles, and penis standing straight up.

“Sorry about my hard…err, erection, doc,” I said, my face probably scarlet red by now.

“No problem Dean…I’ve seen it before,” replied the doctor, “sometimes stimulation of the rectum causes a response in the penis.”

“Now then Dean, let’s discuss your condition,” said the doctor, who kept looking at my erection, “…it’s not as bad as you think. I’ve seen much worse. However, it would be advisable to remove the hemorrhoids as soon as possible. By the way Dean, does it hurt when you have a bowel movement?”

“Hurts like hell, doc,” I replied, “…especially if the turd…err…stool is large.”

“That’s what I thought,” said the doc, continuing, “…well, anyway, we can get rid of the hemorrhoids now…or, you can come back later.”

Anything for relief I thought. “Let’s do it now, doc,” I said, “No use procrastinating.”

“Good!” said the doc, “…just remove your clothes while I get set up here.” Well, I was half naked already, so might as well get totally naked. The doc started to arrange a bunch of stuff on the counter while I removed the remainder of my clothes. My dick was still standing straight up.

“Okay Dean, just bend over the exam table there, spread your legs about three feet, and I’ll get started. By the way, this may involve some pain…just let me know if you become uncomfortable,” said the doc, as I “assumed the position.”

The doctor started on the work at hand. One by one, each hemorrhoid was removed while the pain escalated. Every once in a while, the doc would inquire as to my comfort level…each time I would elevate my response…like, “Hurts like hell, doc.” About the time I thought the doc was through, he informed me it would be necessary to “inspect my rectum again,” at which point I felt his finger move into my aching hole. My dick was now at full staff, and my balls were about to explode. At long last, I felt the doc’s finger retreat from my butt hole…and then the doc applied a soothing ointment (or something) to the affected area. Relief at last!

“Okay Dean, just turn around and have a seat,” said the doc, as he retreated to the counter to wash his hands. In the meantime, I’m sitting there with my good friend…otherwise known as Mr. Hard Dick.

“Dean,” said the doc, “I think we’ve had a success here. I’m going to give you a prescription for some really strong ointment…and I want you to use it twice per day. After about a week, you should feel no pain whatsoever. By the way, there is no assurance that the hemorrhoids will not reoccur, but I’m rather confident they won’t.”

“Thanks, doc,” I said, “Can I get dressed now?” I frankly wasn’t sure what I was going to do with my hard on.

“In a minute Dean,” said the doc, “…I’ve noticed you have a rather obvious sore on your penis…maybe I should take a look.” I looked down at my hard dick and didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. Of course, this little sucker had accompanied me for a lifetime, so it’s no wonder I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. The doc instructed me to lie down.

The doctor picked up my erect penis and commenced his examination. “Mmmm,” said the doc, “Never seen this before. Dean, how often do you masturbate?”

“Ah…maybe once or twice a week,” I replied, knowing if I said never it would be a sham.

“Mmmm,” continued the doc, “…well, do you use a lubricant?”

“Ah…sometimes…why?” I ask, now very concerned I had lived thirty some years and didn’t exactly know how to beat off correctly.

“Mmmm …” said the doc, “ …tell ya what Dean…I would like one of my colleagues to give a second opinion…do you mind?”

“Ah…I guess not,” I replied, not sure if I’d made the right decision. The doc released his grip on my dick and immediately placed a telephone call. I couldn’t here what was being said.

“Yes…once of the clinic doctors will be here momentarily,” said the doc. Just then, there was a knock on the door and another doctor entered the room. “Doctor,” said my doctor, “…take a look at this, pointing to my dick.”

“Mmmm,” said the second doctor, who grabbed my raging hard on, “…looks like a bad circumcision. Aggravated perhaps by improper masturbation techniques.”

“Yes doctor,” said my doctor, “that’s what I thought. Thanks doctor!” The “guest” doctor left the room.

“What can be done?” I asked, lying naked on the table and being man handled by two medical professionals.

“Well Dean,” said the doctor, “I’d like to give you some tips on several masturbation techniques. This may allow that sore to better heal over time. You certainly can’t deny yourself periodic ejaculation due to this situation.”

“Yeah, okay,” I said, as the doctor fetched some lubricant from the counter.

“Now then Dean,” said the doctor, “I’m going to lubricate the tip of your penis. I want you to spread the lubricant by pressing down…not up…on your penis. This will prevent the sore from being aggravated and thus give it more opportunity to heal…try it.”

I grabbed the tip of my dick and spread the lubricant down over the shaft. “That’s right, …” said the doc, “now start over again…do not go up the shaft.” I commenced jacking myself off, using the technique prescribed by the doctor. “How’s that feel, Dean?” asked the doc, eyes focused on my manhood.

“Yeah, that feels better than moving up and down,” I said, “…but what about sex? Wouldn’t the penis, by necessity, move in an up and down in the vagina?”

“Probably, but by inserting your penis and then gently pulling out, you’ll have the same effect as you’re experiencing now,” said the doc, clearly confident of his instructions.

I continued to masturbate, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be long before a gusher of cum came flying out…probably landing all over my chest. The doctor continued to give instructions on the proper way to masturbate…stuff I’d never even thought of before. For example, I told the doc I was about to cum and he immediately grabbed my nuts, squeezed the hell out of them, and guess what? Nothing! I continued jacking myself off, frankly hoping that it wouldn’t be long before I blew my load. The doctor kept a close eye on my progress, continuing to give specific direction on the proper way to masturbate and thus allow my sore to heal properly.

“Ah…doc,” I said, “…looks like I’m about to unload.”

“Go ahead Dean!” said the doc, as he continued to observe the techniques he’d taught me.

“Jesus of Nazareth!” I shouted, “Here it cums!” The doctor took a step back, presumably not wanting to get struck by the sticky fluid. After I lost my load, the doctor tossed me a towel to clean up.

“Okay Dean,” said the doc, “Let’s take a look at your rectum and those hemorrhoids!” So I got up, bent over, and the doc took one last look at the minor surgery. “Looks good!” said the doc, telling me I could get dressed, “You probably ought to come back in a few weeks to, first of all, let me check your hemorrhoids, and second, to examine your penis to see if that sore has healed! In the meantime, remember the masturbation techniques we’ve discussed!”

“Yeah, doc, I will,” I replied, walking out the door to the reception area.

“So, how much to I owe?” I asked the receptionist, who was filing her nails and apparently oblivious to the term customer service.

“Nothing, sir,” she replied, “You qualified for medical experimentation. Hope you enjoyed it!”

Indeed I did!