The lanky blonde opened the door hesitantly, peering in to the exam room through his oversized spectacles.
“Hello? I was told to come back here for my physical, but the nurse didn’t say which—“
“Oh hello there, sir.” The handsome, equally lanky doctor turned around from where he had been setting out the oversized bottle of lube on the counter. “You’re in the right place. What seems to be the trouble?”
“I… it’s my yearly physical.” The blonde replied. “My CO told me I needed to have, y’know, everything, uh, checked out. And stuff.”
The doctor gestured to the exam table. “Why don’t you come all over?”
“Don’t you mean come over?”
“Right, whatever.”
Matt blinked for a moment. The doctor… Dr. Rockhard, the name on the scrubs read… he didn’t seem to be too enthusiastic, or precise. But Matt sighed, crossing the room and hopping up on the table as directed. Maybe even doctors got bored of their everyday jobs, he supposed. Dr. Rockhard stepped closer to the table, running his hands up Matt’s thighs. Matt laughed nervously, and shifted in his seat.
“Whoa there, buy me a drink first, yeah?”
Dr. Rockhard made a noise that was somewhere between a growl and a purr, but did not move his hands away. “Oh. We’ll have time for drinks. After we’re through.”
Matt didn’t know how to reply to this. On one hand, he had never encountered a doctor who was this, well, touchy-feely in his exams. On the other hand was his own ballsack. He bit his lip, hoping that the doctor would finish whatever exam he was doing before his own erection became apparent. Not that he was gay, or anything; but he was more than a little bit curious about the other man’s body.
“Why don’t you take off. All these clothes.” Dr. Rockhard said, tugging at Matt’s vest.
Matt nodded, and pulled off vest, shirt, and stood to work at his fly. Was it his imagination, or was the weirdly funky music from the waiting room getting loud enough to hear? Hmm. That was strange.
Dr. Rockhard eyed him clinically and professionally as Matt disrobed. He tossed his clothes at the chair in the corner, and stood tall and as relaxed as possible. At least it was cold in here, Matt thought. And then—
“Oh, right for the balls, then, huh?”
Dr. Rockhard rolled Matt’s balls around firmly, not even breaking eye contact. “Yes. Testicular health is a concern, even long ago and far, far away.”
Matt had to agree. You didn’t want to take any risks with your balls.
Dr. Rockhard moved his grip up to Matt’s shaft, and oh boy now he really did wish it was colder in the room.
“I bet this happens all the time, huh?” Matt coughed nervously, feeling himself thicken and harden under the doctor’s touch.
“Oh you have no idea…” the doctor muttered.
Then the grip turned into a stroke, and suddenly Matt was grasping at the doctor’s well-muscled shoulder to keep from buckling over in shock and unexpected pleasure.
“Hey, wait—wait just—“
“Oh no.” The doctor said. “It looks like you might be suffering from extra-semen-osis. I recommend immediate treatment.”
“Is that contagious?” Matt’s eyes went wide. “I mean, I didn’t even know that was a thing?”
“Oh it’s a thing.” Dr. Rockhard groaned tonelessly. “It’s a big, big thing.”
Without another word, the doctor dropped to his knees, and began mouthing Matt’s penis.
“whOOOAaaaaaaa hey now I don’t think this is… oh shit, that’s—are you even a doctor?” Matt gasped, threading his fingers through the doctor’s hair, unsure whether to pull him away or pull him closer because holy shit was that his tongue doing that?
“God I don’t know why I’ve been putting off these physicals…” Matt babbled.
Before him, Dr. Rockhard pulled off with a loud, wet pop. “All in a day’s work.”
MINICRACKFILL: Dr. Rockhard/Matt the Radar Technician
“Hello? I was told to come back here for my physical, but the nurse didn’t say which—“
“Oh hello there, sir.” The handsome, equally lanky doctor turned around from where he had been setting out the oversized bottle of lube on the counter. “You’re in the right place. What seems to be the trouble?”
“I… it’s my yearly physical.” The blonde replied. “My CO told me I needed to have, y’know, everything, uh, checked out. And stuff.”
The doctor gestured to the exam table. “Why don’t you come all over?”
“Don’t you mean come over?”
“Right, whatever.”
Matt blinked for a moment. The doctor… Dr. Rockhard, the name on the scrubs read… he didn’t seem to be too enthusiastic, or precise. But Matt sighed, crossing the room and hopping up on the table as directed. Maybe even doctors got bored of their everyday jobs, he supposed. Dr. Rockhard stepped closer to the table, running his hands up Matt’s thighs. Matt laughed nervously, and shifted in his seat.
“Whoa there, buy me a drink first, yeah?”
Dr. Rockhard made a noise that was somewhere between a growl and a purr, but did not move his hands away. “Oh. We’ll have time for drinks. After we’re through.”
Matt didn’t know how to reply to this. On one hand, he had never encountered a doctor who was this, well, touchy-feely in his exams. On the other hand was his own ballsack. He bit his lip, hoping that the doctor would finish whatever exam he was doing before his own erection became apparent. Not that he was gay, or anything; but he was more than a little bit curious about the other man’s body.
“Why don’t you take off. All these clothes.” Dr. Rockhard said, tugging at Matt’s vest.
Matt nodded, and pulled off vest, shirt, and stood to work at his fly. Was it his imagination, or was the weirdly funky music from the waiting room getting loud enough to hear? Hmm. That was strange.
Dr. Rockhard eyed him clinically and professionally as Matt disrobed. He tossed his clothes at the chair in the corner, and stood tall and as relaxed as possible. At least it was cold in here, Matt thought. And then—
“Oh, right for the balls, then, huh?”
Dr. Rockhard rolled Matt’s balls around firmly, not even breaking eye contact. “Yes. Testicular health is a concern, even long ago and far, far away.”
Matt had to agree. You didn’t want to take any risks with your balls.
Dr. Rockhard moved his grip up to Matt’s shaft, and oh boy now he really did wish it was colder in the room.
“I bet this happens all the time, huh?” Matt coughed nervously, feeling himself thicken and harden under the doctor’s touch.
“Oh you have no idea…” the doctor muttered.
Then the grip turned into a stroke, and suddenly Matt was grasping at the doctor’s well-muscled shoulder to keep from buckling over in shock and unexpected pleasure.
“Hey, wait—wait just—“
“Oh no.” The doctor said. “It looks like you might be suffering from extra-semen-osis. I recommend immediate treatment.”
“Is that contagious?” Matt’s eyes went wide. “I mean, I didn’t even know that was a thing?”
“Oh it’s a thing.” Dr. Rockhard groaned tonelessly. “It’s a big, big thing.”
Without another word, the doctor dropped to his knees, and began mouthing Matt’s penis.
“whOOOAaaaaaaa hey now I don’t think this is… oh shit, that’s—are you even a doctor?” Matt gasped, threading his fingers through the doctor’s hair, unsure whether to pull him away or pull him closer because holy shit was that his tongue doing that?
“God I don’t know why I’ve been putting off these physicals…” Matt babbled.
Before him, Dr. Rockhard pulled off with a loud, wet pop. “All in a day’s work.”