Caring Doctor - Sex Stories

Caring Doctor

... touching my dick – albeit for strictly medical purposes – and didn’t find the fact unpleasant at all but, given the present state of things, I had no physical reaction to it and it was over in a flash. “Your foreskin is just a little inflamed,” he diagnosed, removing the gloves; “nothing to be worried about. You must keep it clean, and treat it with the cream I’m going to prescribe; in ten days, it will be back to normal.” Relieved, also for not having had to reveal my self-pleasuring pastime, I pulled my boxers and trousers back up, and sat again, waiting for him to write the prescription. “Follow my instructions,” he said handing me the sheet of paper, “and everything will be OK.” I thanked him and we shook hands, when he added “I need to check it in… let’s say… two weeks; I’ll have my secretary give you an appointment. See you then, Bob.” I exited his office and went to the woman at the outer desk; she was already speaking to him on the intercom. “… but it’s a Saturday, doctor, and we don’t work on Saturdays…” her tone worried and close to angry; “… well, you’ll do it by yourself,… ok,… ok,” and hung up. “Doctor White will see you on the 24th, at 10:30,” she told me matter-of-factly. I thanked her and left, wondering on my way home about Dave’s opening his practice on a day when it would normally be closed;. I attributed it to a particularly busy week, ignoring the fact that, if that was the case, his secretary would have had to work too. In the following days, I followed ...

... Dr. White’s instructions of keeping my penis clean and applying the cream he had prescribed. The effect was pretty quick and after only three days the swelling had gone, my foreskin had resumed its normal aspect and I had started to have erections again. The therapy of spreading cream on my cock and rubbing it was turning into a very pleasant pastime of jacking sessions. I felt good again and in my wanking fantasies, Dr. White’s gloved hands had a powerful hardening effect… that first male touch on my dick was playing weird and exciting tricks on my mind and body. On the day of the appointment, I buzzed at the doctor’s office and the door was opened remotely; the waiting room was deserted, the secretary’s desk unattended. Exiting his room, Dr. White greeted me with a warm smile and a hand shake. “Good morning, Bob, how’re you doing?” Something was different in him from last visit, but I couldn’t pinpoint it. “Doing good, doctor…. ehm… Dave; I think I have recovered perfectly,” I answered as he turned and led me to his office. “I’m the one who is supposed to give that assessment,” he joked. Entering the room, I gave a casual look around and was surprised to see some clothes on a chair in the corner: a shirt was hanging from the back of the chair and on the seat I could make out a folded pair of trousers and a T-shirt. I felt a stirring sensation at my crotch. As I turned to him, my eyes went from his neck, where no shirt was visible under the coat, to his naked legs, and back ...