Dear Doc: Why can’t I piss and poop at the same time? Signed, Yellow & Brown
Dear Yellow & Brown: You’re an idiot. Next question please.
Dear Doctor: When I married my husband, I knew he was “small”, if you get my meaning. While I don’t have a lot of complaints in the bedroom, I would like to experience a “larger” man. It’s on my bucket list. Actually, there’s a guy at the office who I’m sure has a big one. Signed, Wants More
Dear Wants: I recommend you keep what you’ve got. Who knows, the guy at the office may be gay.
Dear Doctor: I caught my college age son masturbating in his bedroom. What do you think is a reasonable punishment? Signed, Dad
Dear Dad: Are you crazy? Just thank yourself that he’s not out screwing some coed and bringing home your first grandchild!
Dear Doctor: My forty year old husband has not seen a doctor since high school, and I have begged him to at least have a check-up. What should I do? Signed, Loving Wife Dear Wife: Make an appointment, drive him yourself to the doctor, and enjoy your time in the waiting room while he get’s checked out. Good luck.
Dear Doc: My younger brother confided in me that his wife had never given him a blow job. He wondered what it would be like … so I showed him. Now he thinks we might be queer. What do you think? Signed, Older Bro
Dear Bro: This is nothing more than brothers bonding. Forget it.
Dear Doctor: I submitted my paperwork for a promotion to Sergeant. The Captain said things would go a lot smoother if I would “service” him. What does he mean? Signed, Corporal
Dear Corporal: You must be rather naive. Drop to your knees, pull out his dick, and go from there. I hope you get the promotion.
Dear Doctor: I took your advice and tricked my husband into seeing a doctor for a check-up. He was furious! He told me the doctor inspected his penis and testicles, and then shoved his finger up his asshole. He’s not speaking to me. Thanks a lot, quack! Signed, Loving Wife, Not
Dear Wife: Examination of the genitals and rectum are essential for male health. Tell your husband to chill.
Dear Doctor: My wife has suggested that we have a threesome with, of all people, her former boyfriend. Her expectation (aside from being fucked by both of us) is to have me give the “ex” a blowjob, and then have me take it up the ass. What do you think of this arrangement? Signed, Reluctant
Dear Reluctant: I’d personally pass on this myself, but you’ll have to decide for yourself whether or not “it’s for you.” Good luck.
Dear Doc: My boyfriend broke up with me last week, and is now spreading gossip around campus that I’m “easy”. I want to retaliate, but not sure what to do. Please help! Signed, NOT Easy
Dear Easy: You might start with mentioning to several friends that your former boyfriend has a little dick. Believe me, that will piece of information will be all over campus by nightfall.
Dear Doctor: How do I tell if my new bride is a virgin on our wedding night? Signed, Curious
Dear Curious: If you slide in with no trouble, she’s not. If it takes you a while to penetrate, she is probably a virgin. A few drops of blood would seal the deal.
Dear Doc: Due to my stupidity, I will be reporting to prison next week. A friend said that I should expect to “have my plumbing rearranged.” What did he mean? Signed, Inmate
Dear Inmate: He meant that some burly guy is going to stick his dick straight up your ass. I hope this helps, Sir.
Dear Doctor: I will be married shortly and have a concern regarding my sexual performance on my wedding night. Any advice would be appreciated. And please hurry as the ceremony is ten days away. Signed, Groom
Dear Groom: Nothing comes more naturally that sexual intercourse. I’m sure you’ll do fine. You might solicit some advice from an older brother or your Dad. I’m sure they can help. Please let me know as I care.
Dear Doctor: My “bush” is rather thick and plentiful. My girl friend wants me to shave most of it, primarily because she has to pick pubic hair out of her teeth when she gives me head. I’m not real interested in doing this whatsoever. Is there another solution? Signed, Hairy
Dear Hairy: Not really. Give the poor girl a break and get rid of it. I do recommend you leave about one-half inch, which will preclude a rash which might develop.
Dear Doctor: I took your advice and asked my older brother about performance issues on my wedding night. He laughed so hard, I thought he might be having a seizure. I then went to my Dad, who told me that “we don’t talk about such things in this family.” Now what? Signed, Groom
Dear Groom: First, I think both your brother and Dad were insensitive to your request. That said, I would recommend that you spent a sufficient about of time with foreplay with your new bride, which will give you the confidence you need. This isn’t hard (no pun intended).
Dear Doc: I was fortunate to obtain a swimming scholarship from the State University. At orientation, the entire freshman were ushered into the locker room and told to strip naked by the coach, who proceeded to inspect us from head to toe. He then announced that the assistant coach would be removing all hair from our bodies, and directed us to “fall in”. So I ended up with a buzz cut and all body hair removed, including pubes. The apparent result of all this nonsense was to make us all swim at a faster pace, without “drag”. What do you make of this? Signed, Swimmer
Dear Swimmer: I think the coach is a pervert. Call you Dad.
Dear Doctor: I’m a 22 year-old male who has had a number of sexual relations with women. Last night, my roommate brought home what he thought was a straight porn film, which turned out to be two guys going at it … you know, sucking dick and taking it up the ass. Both my roommate and I got a bit horny and ended up in bed together (we were drunk). In any case, do you think we’re now gay? By the way, he sucked a mean cock. Signed, Straight
Dear Straight: I see nothing wrong with what you two did … it was simply a response to a porn movie as well as the booze. It happens all the time, so I would say chill. How’s that ass feeling today?
Dear Doc: My foreskin has a rather noticeable “nipple” on the tip of my penis, about the size of a small marble. My girlfriend hates it, but it doesn’t bother me at all. To please her, I am considering having surgery to remove the nipple, leaving the rest of the foreskin intact. What do you make of this? Signed, Uncut
Dear Uncut: Under NO circumstances should you have this done. The foreskin is the most sensitive of all skin … it will hurt like hell. If you insist, please see a urologist who can give you additional guidance. Assuming your girl friend has big tits, ask her how she’d feel about a breast reduction. I already know the answer.
Dear Doctor: When I was in the military, one of my best buddies and I occasionally jacked off together, gave each other head, and fucked each other in the ass. In the meantime, I’m married with a family. Out of the blue, my buddy calls and wants to visit with his family. I’m rather uncomfortable with this, knowing what we did in the service. Any advice would be appreciated. Signed, Veteran
Dear Vet: Your buddy might not even remember your little sexual encounters. Chill.
Dear Doc: My roommate and I are both twenty-five and straight. Occasionally however, we get naked, sit on the couch, watch a porn movie, and jack each other off. After the movie, we take a shower together. Do you think we’re queer? Signed, Wondering
Dear Wondering: No, I don’t think you guys are gay. But anything beyond mutual masturbation would probably qualify you as queer.
Hey Doc! My cousin and I share an apartment. Yesterday, he caught me masturbating myself, and told me I was doing it all wrong. He says the correct way is to jack the shaft and proceeded to demonstrate his method; I say it’s OK to bring your hand over the head of the penis. Who’s right? Signed, Jack’in Boy
Dear Jack’in: Does it really matter? However you choose to get off it none of anyone’s business. Tell your cousin to fuck off.
Dear Doctor: I’m a twenty four year old female who has had sexual intercourse with about five different men. My problem is that I simply love a man’s penis. I mean, I don’t want one of course, but I love to stroke it, suck it, fondle it, and (if you will), receive it. Do you think I’m weird? I mean, I can’t get enough of cock. Signed, Penis Envy Dear Envy: I would think any man would be grateful for your attention to his manhood. If he’s not, find another dick to suck. There are plenty of them out there, as I’m sure you know. Now start stroking!
Dear Doc: I’m a guy in my fifties, and have recently noticed that my erect penis curves noticeably to the right … like at a 30 degree angle. I don’t have any difficulty during sexual intercourse, but am wondering if this is normal given my age. Signed, 30 Degrees to the Right
Dear Right: I’m not sure this is normal. You should see a urologist, who will do an assessment of your erection to determine whether there are problems. Yeah, I know, you’ll have to pop a hard on in front of the doctor, but hey! He’s seen it before. Let me know how this turns out (or to the right, whichever). I care.
Dear Doctor: Out of the blue, my Doctor (who I’ve known for about 10 years) called to request that I participate in a study to evaluate the “male member”. Basically, I’d go to a clinic, where medical professionals would take measurements of my flaccid and erect penis, to compare to nationwide results. I’m forty years old and not sure my dick is up to snuff. What do you think (I get a $100 payment for my trouble)? Signed, Small but Proud
Dear Proud: Hey, go for it! There’s nothing to lose, and just maybe you’ll rank in the top ten percent of small dicks!
Dear Doctor: To help with college expenses, I did a naked photo shoot with a local photographer. He paid me well, and even gave me a portion of the proceeds from the on-line sale of my photographs. Now he has called me and wants to do a more “erotic” photo shoot, which I interpret as he wants me naked with an erection. What do you think of this arrangement? Signed, Naked Guy
Dear Naked: You seem to be comfortable in your own skin, so I say go for it. Anything beyond a full blown hard on is probably off limits.
Dear Doc: Two of my buddies from the office and I go to the gym at lunch to work out, after which we head to the locker room to shower and get cleaned up. Usually we horse around in the shower, washing each other’s back and soaping each other up. It’s good clean fun, if you will. Today however, one of the guys grabbed my junk (while the other one had left the shower) and told me that “we ought to get together.” Do you think this guy is gay? Signed, Straight
Dear Straight: Looks like it. Next time you’re in the shower with this dude, why don’t you grab his “junk” and say “no thanks.” That is, unless of course, you indeed want to “get together.”
Dear Doc: This coming Saturday night, my fellow pledges and I will be hazed at the fraternity. Word has it that we will be stripped naked, blindfolded, and required to suck the cocks of all the seniors. Obviously I am concerned, since I have no intention of giving anyone a blow job. How do I get out of this situation? Signed, Pledge
Dear Pledge: Hey pal, you don’t. Now get on your knees, open wide, and start sucking. It won’t hurt you and remember, everyone has done it before.
Dear Doctor: I’m curious where the term “hard on” came from. Signed, Constant Hard On
Dear Hard: Haven’t a clue, but let’s think about this. It’s “hard” and it’s “on”. Don’t you have something better to do than think this shit up?
Dear Doctor: I’m dating a really great guy. Last night, after a meal and movie, we were having a passion kiss in his car, when he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. He had an erection. I became so aroused that I unzipped his pants and give him a hand job, which was kind of messy. Do you think it would be inappropriate to ask him to have sex? He has a really big penis. Signed, Desperate for Sex
Dear Desperate: I don’t see why not. I mean, you’ve practically opened the door so I say go for it. Let me know how this turns out. I care.
Dear Doctor: My neighbor and I are really good friends. Both he and our wives socialize nearly every weekend. Recently, the wives went on a shopping trip to the west coast, leaving my friend and I behind. Well, long story short, we got drunk together and ended up naked in the pool … it’s a wonder we didn’t drown. Anyway, we ended up in bed and sucked each other off. The next day, we collectively decided this was a onetime event and that was it. I’m not so sure. Signed, Maybe Queer
Dear Queer. Forget it pal. But I wouldn’t make a habit of it. So, how was the blow job?
Dear Doctor: I met a really nice man several weeks ago. We have had two dates and we both have some things in common … except for the fact he is very religious, does not believe in pre-marital sex, does not kiss prior to marriage, and will not hold hands. If I can’t get this guy into bed in the next week or so, I do believe I will go nuts! Help me please! Signed, Needs It Now!
Dear Needs: This is easy. Tell “Jesus” that you have needs and you suspect he does as well. Offer to give him a hand job (I mean the guy surely masturbates occasionally), and see if he is receptive to that. Otherwise, corner him in your home and seduce him. I doubt he will resist.
Dear Doc: I have an extremely hairy body and am thinking of having a full body shave (armpits and scalp excluded). Are there people who do this type of work? I’m tired of looking like a gorilla. Signed, Chita
Dear Chita: Yes there are, usually at specialty barber shops (private rooms are used, as the customer has to be naked to accomplish the end results). I would warn you however, that shaving will only result in additionally growth. So this will become a monthly ritual. Just as a suggestion, if you have your bush shaved, keep about a quarter inch to prevent itching.
Dear Doctor: I am six feet tall, one hundred ninety pounds, and very muscular. My problem is the fact I have a very small flaccid uncircumcised penis; it’s about three inches at best. However, when my “buddy” wakes up, it’s 8 inches in length. I’ve had several sexual experiences, where women have initially rejected me until good old “buddy” appears, and then they can’t get enough of me. My problem is the fact I no longer go to the gym, as the embarrassment of my manhood is too much to bear. Any suggestions would be appreciated. Signed, Small but Big
Dear Small/Big: I’d be happy with what you have. Remember, it’s not the size, it’s how you perform. Fuck the people in the gym.
Dear Doctor: I have very little pubic hair, and would like to increase my ‘bush”. Is there a solution? Thanks. Signed, Hairless
Dear Hairless: I would suggest you shave your pubes every month or so, as that will promote growth. It will take several years, but eventually you will have a bush you can be proud of.
Dear Doctor: Prior to having intercourse with my husband, he insists that I give him oral sex to “get him up.” While I’m most happy to do this, at least three out of four times he “unloads” prior to me “getting mine.” Is there a solution? Signed, Starved for Sex
Dear Starved: I suggest that once you get him “up”, that you immediately put that pecker where it rightfully belongs. That is, don’t give him the chance to ejaculate before hand, and if you will, “get yours”. Let me know, I care.
Dear Doc: During a recent check-up, my doctor asked me why I had not been circumcised at birth. Not knowing for sure, I called my dad that evening and asked him. His response was that “he wanted me to look just like him.” I’m not sure that’s a good reason. Signed, Uncut
Dear Uncut: Well first, there’s nothing wrong with being uncircumcised. I think the explanation by your dad is somewhat weak, but does it make any difference? Now enjoy your foreskin.
Dear Doctor: Every Thursday afternoon, I play racket ball with my dad at the gym. After I beat his ass, we head to the locker room to get cleaned up in the communal shower. Frankly, I’m embarrassed taking a shower with my dad. It’s not that I’m shy, but it doesn’t seem quite right. And by the way, he has a very small pecker. Signed, Son Dear Son: Small pecker or not, enjoy your time with the guy who fathered you with that little guy.
Dear Doctor: Yesterday I had my first rectal exam; actually I hadn’t seen a doctor for about 20 plus years. After checking me out, the doctor had me remove my boxers and examined my genitals. Then he explained the process of the rectal exam, noting that “I might feel somewhat of a twitch in my penis.” That was an understatement. Once he plowed his finger into my asshole, I popped a boner. The doctor said it was perfectly normal. Is it? Signed, Embarrassed
Dear Embarrassed: When the doctor entered your rectum, he hit your “g” spot, which occasionally causes an erection. Not to worry sir, it’s normal.
Dear Doctor: Recall that I wrote you recently regarding the fact the guy I was seeing was not receptive to have sex before marriage. You suggested I offer to give him a hand job, so I did, and thankfully he accepted. Unfortunately he has a small penis. This guy would be a good catch, but I need something bigger. Now what, Doctor? Signed, Needs
Dear Needs: Well then go look for it; and stop bothering me. Bigger isn’t always best.
I guess every man suffers from it occasionally…you know, pre-mature ejaculation. It wasn’t too long ago that I could last 25 minutes…sometimes longer. Now it seems the minute I insert my throbbing penis into my wife’s love canal…blast off! Not only was this frustrating for me, but it wasn’t fair to my beloved wife of 20 years. She and I had enjoyed a great sex life…up until now. Something
I guess every man suffers from it occasionally…you know, pre-mature ejaculation. It wasn’t too long ago that I could last 25 minutes…sometimes longer. Now it seems the minute I insert my throbbing penis into my wife’s love canal…blast off! Not only was this frustrating for me, but it wasn’t fair to my beloved wife of 20 years. She and I had enjoyed a great sex life…up until now. Something
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After two years of marriage, my wife and I decided to conceive a baby. We tried repeatedly for about two months, oftentimes making love several times a day. I would even sneak home at lunch for a quickie, thinking that would be the one that “took.” As we continued to try, something very weird overcame my body: I could no longer ejaculate. This was indeed a problem, considering we’re
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When last we left Parker, he was heading to his senior year on the wrestling team. Our story continues … Finally I was a senior. Hot shit, to say the least. Regretfully our wrestling team had failed to win a state championship during my stay at the university. Frankly, I thought it was because we never had consistent coaching. This would be the fourth coach in as many years. There we
“Oay men! Hit the showers! Slade, you come with me to the office!” The Friday afternoon swim practice for the varsity men had just been concluded. My star swimmer, Slade, was clearly a disappointment. This was my first year coaching at the university, and it was vitality important that the team perform well. Slade followed me into the office, where I shut the door and took a seat at my
This is a work of fiction – enjoy! Growing up, I was your basic nerd. Having no friends, I spent most of my time reading, playing the piano, or working on the computer. I had no interest in sports whatsoever, nor did I participate in any after school activities. Being an only child, my parents pretty well protected me from the bad influences of human behavior, which was fine with me.
Growing up, I was your basic juvenile delinquent. If there was a car to be stolen, it was gone together with everything in it. Several of my buddies broke into a house one time and stole stereo equipment, jewelry, and all the liquor we could haul. It became a thrill just to steal. Luckily, we had never been caught…until our senior year in high school. To make this part of the story short,
As a young college student in a large metropolitan city, I was always looking for an easy way to make a buck. Just to meet incidental expenses, you know. And I positively refused to work at a fast food joint, flipping burgers. One Sunday morning I was cruising through the classified adds in the newspaper, under the heading “Part Time.” And there it was…an intriguing ad. “Wanted: Men ages
After graduation from medical school and participating in the required intern and residency programs, I established my practice. Mainly, my focus was on sports medicine together with occasional men’s health issues. Into my second year of practice, I had plenty of business to make a comfortable living. Luckily, I was able to share office space with a psychiatrist. We also shared a
“The police officer is here for his physical exam Doctor,” said the receptionist, as she handed me the paperwork. “Oh yeah, right,” I said, “Just put him in the exam room.” It was the second cop that month. I read over the paper work. A 51-year-old man, married, two grown children. Been on the force 25 years, mainly as a patrolman. Damn! Next time I hope they send me a rookie. The younger
Several weeks later, I noticed another cop had scheduled an exam for the next day. Unlike the first two, the police administration office had sent some paperwork regarding this individual. The cop was actually a cadet, who had to pass the physical in order to be certified as a full time police officer. Didn’t seem like an issue at the time. It was Friday, at 7:30 am. The receptionist had
I was extremely pissed. My 3:30 pm appointment had not materialized. It was now 4 pm. It is rare that I schedule a physical exam so late in the day, but I made an exception because it was part of the contract with the Police Department. I instructed the receptionist that, if the cop ever showed up, put him in the exam room and let me know. In the mean time, I decided to catch up on the daily
It was Wednesday morning. The schedule was packed in the morning, what with several sports injuries that had to be dealt with. After lunch, yet another policeman would be coming for his physical. Hope he didn’t have an attitude like the last one, or some fat slob like the second one. Hopefully, I’d be done by 3 pm, as I was planning to take the remainder of the week off…play some golf, and
Having just returned from vacation, I was having re-entry problems. After a busy Monday morning, the receptionist informed me that another cop was scheduled for a physical exam at 3 pm. Maybe I needed to reevaluate my contract with the police administration office…I really didn’t need the business, although the money was nothing to sneeze about…just the time it took to do the exams. I was
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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?”
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,
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
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
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
“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,
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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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