Awkward Doctor’s Exam

“Mr. Sherbourne? I’m … ” I heard my name and had a twinge of recognition of the voice. When he turned to face me after closing the exam room door his reaction was the same as mine; utter surprise.

“Uh … yeah … that’s me,” I said as I got to my feet and put out my hand.  I added, “as you well know.”

“I didn’t remember your last name so didn’t put it together.”  He finally shook my hand, shook awkwardly but with a firm grip, and held it as he held my eyes.  “I also didn’t know you live here now.”

Kenneth … yes that was his name; it finally came to me.  I couldn’t remember his last name either; until read it on his badge.

“I should see if one of the other doctors can trade with me.”

“It’s an idea if it’s necessary.”

He was flustered; it came through in his tone.  “I’ll just be a moment.”  He moved furtively out of the room.

Doctor Kenneth Hardman.  An apt name if I do say so.  Twelve years before I’d met Kenneth when he purchased and financed a used vehicle from the dealership where I had been the head of finance.  He was a resident at a large hospital in Elizabeth, New Jersey.  I was handling the loan and paperwork myself because we had our finance rep out that morning and Kenneth had come in earlier than we’d gotten one of our other reps to come in.

He was young to my thinking;  under thirty and I was over forty at the time.  He was friendly; way too friendly.  I was professional to a fault which only fueled his flirtations.  He was also hot; short, dark, built, handsome, perfectly groomed.  I restrained myself and completed the transaction, called his sales-woman in who was only too happy to be back in the hot young man’s company, and I thought that would be the end of it.

Less than two hours later I got a text.  As nearly as I recall it went like this.  Kenneth’s text to me:  I’m texting to tell you that I just jacked-off in the gym shower thinking of you.

I looked-up his transaction after I quickly closed my phone and confirmed it was his cell phone number; honestly it couldn’t be but a couple of other guys and none had ever texted me during a work-day.  I concentrated on work … except when I couldn’t.  There was no photo but I reread the text about twenty times and felt the same flush each time.

I didn’t respond until the evening; I was home, my kids and au pair were in bed, it was late, and I was weak.

My text:  Sorry it took this long for me to reply; I’m not accustomed to getting texts like that and had to think of a reply.  I hope you like your new car?

More than two hours later I was asleep when my phone buzzed on my night-stand; it was loud enough clattering on the wood to wake me.

Kenneth’s text to me:  I did it again on my break a few hours ago and now I'm hard again thinking of u.   And yes I love the car; I should probably blow a wad in it thinking of u.   One day I’ll sign papers with u for a brand new one btw.   I hope by then you’ll be with me in it to christen it.  🍆💦💦  I want to call u and hear u cum like you would if I was fucking it out of u.

I didn’t have anyone to sext with at that point in my life; I wasn’t good at it.  The few guys I saw rarely and just to avoid me becoming a hermit monk dad were far less interesting to be honest.  My text: It’s fucking 02:30 in the fuckin' morning!

Kenneth’s text:  I just said I wish that’s exactly what we were doing.  😈  I just got off shift; I’m horny af for u.  I’m going to jack-off again thinking of u Allan and I’d like it to be with u.

My text:  If you’re going to do that at least remember I prefer Al.  If you’re screaming out my name when you finish I’d prefer it be Al over Allan.

Kenneth’s text came as my phone vibrated a second time and my screen showed a call from his number:  Answer

“You’re seriously calling me in the middle of the night?  I’ve got teenagers who’ll have the house awake in four hours and I have work tomorrow!”

“Stud daddy and stud executive in a suit and tie both!” his deep voice growled.  “Maybe it’s not me who’ll fuck you it’s you who’ll fuck me and get me pregnant.  Can I call you daddy?  Or should I call you sir?”

My dick had responded well before but god help me it jerked when he mentioned me getting him pregnant.  I was breathing heavy and had one hand on my hard-on.  I put the phone on my pillow next to my ear but hadn’t activated the speaker in the quiet.  “Can you hear me?”

”What I heard was you un-capping the lube and moaning when you lubed yourself up for me; I’m sure I heard that.  This time it's my turn to knock you up.  See how hard I am for you Al?  Put some lube on me and feel my hardness wanting your hot daddy-hole.”

”Mmmmmmmmm,” was all I could get out.  I was stroking the loose skin on my un-cut hard-on.

”Tell me how hard it is Al.”  He startled me;  I felt like he was watching me.  “Tell me how much you want it inside you.”  Oh how hard HE is, I thought with some relief that my house wasn’t bugged.  And also I thought with relief that the others in the house couldn’t hear us when he fucked me hard and deep.  “Tell me Al.  It feels so good the way you’re lubing me up and stroking me but it’ll be so much better when I’m inside you.”

I wasn’t good at phone sex; I hadn’t had much practice.  “It’s so hard Ken.  Kenny?” I asked.

He chuckled in my ear; a low rumble that reverberated in my balls.  ”I don’t give a fuck what you call me as long as you give-up that tight bubble butt I saw in your slacks today.  Just make sure it’s ‘Kenneth’ whenever we’re not naked together though!"

”So this isn’t a one-off fuck?  You won’t just fuck my ass with that big hard dick, fill me with your babies, then go on to the next hole and never see me again?”

”Do you want me to marry you when I get you pregnant Al?”

This was a weird fantasy; still my dick was dripping.  “All I want now is this hard dick of yours inside me,” I told him and imagined my hand wrapped around a dick as hard and veiny as mine.

”Fuck yeah Al.  Spread those cheeks for me and let me in that hot tight hairy dad-hole.”

I raised my right knee to my chest and pulled my furry cheek out.  My middle finger found my surprisingly sweaty hole and teased it.  “Mmmmmm,” I moaned into the phone and felt the tingle radiating to my balls.

”Niiiiice dad-hole,” he purred in my ear.  “Tight!  It’s gonna hurt but it’ll be worth it.”

“I can take it,” I told him while I pushed in and rubbed my hole from the inside. God did I want it!  It had been far too long and the thought of that young stud using my hole to get his nut had me closer than I wanted to be; I had to release my dick for fear of losing it already.

“Daddy wants it,” he growled. “Push out; I want in that tight hole.”  I was grateful he didn’t ruin the mood for me and call it my pussy; or would I have let him?  “Mmmmm, yeah!”

“FUCK it’s BIG,” I went with it. “Go on push all the way in me; you know you want me to take all of you!”

“FUUUUUUCK YEA-AHHHH,” he said with almost a chuckle. “I’m not gonna last long Al. I’ve wanted you since I saw you and then when you got up from your desk and closed the door my jock strap got wet.  I’ve been thinking of you and my nuts are on over-drive.  Look at you now naked and with your thick sexy hairy legs in the air, hairy chested stud daddy taking this jock cock holding your hole open for me with those hairy dad arms.  Mmmmmm soooooo tight!”

“You gonna fuck me or sports-cast? I taunted him.  “I don’t give a fuck if you cum fast; just fuckin' FUCK me!” I hissed in the quiet of my house.

“Yeah daddy, take it all.  Take it hard and deep and get ready for my swimmers to flood you.  You make it hard for me to hold back!”

I started stroking again and felt my dick and balls tingling.  “Come on Kenny; I fucking want it.  I want you to use my hole and get out that load.  Come on you can do it.”

“Fuck man I’m seriously so fuckin’ close. I wanna nut you Al.  I want to fill you until you have my kids.  I want your hole to be mine baby.  I fucking want you daddy!"

He was grunting out the words; he was either truly close or he was damn good at this.  “Come with me Kenny; I want it and I can’t hold mine much longer.  You're pushing me to the edge.”

“OH FUCK YEAH!” he roared in my ear.  “I wanna feel you squeeze my dick when you shoot.  I want it.  I’m SO. FUCKING. CLOOOOOOOSE!” he moaned.

“I’m almost there Kenny.  Come on pound me over the edge with that big dick of yours stud.”

“FUCKIN’ A!  Take it. Take it. Ummmmmmgggggggghhhhh I’m cummmming!”

“Ggggggghhhhhhhhhh,” was all the sound I could make as my dick flexed and shot a plume of my seed into my hair, over my face, on my chin. “OH MY FUCKIN' … NNNGGGHHHH!” I grunted again as I painted my chest with another rope.

As I remembered that first phone sex with Kenneth I ruefully remembered my unmarred early-forties chest.  And my own fantasy that night of how he looked without his clothes turned out to be so woefully underrated.

“Ungh ungh ungh ungh,” he was grunting in my ear through his own spurts as I splattered my torso and created a puddle at my belly button.

Suddenly I heard laughing from him.  It started softly and got louder and heartier.  Did he just punk me and this was all him teasing and humiliating me?  I felt like a fool.

“OH MY GOD AL!” he exclaimed and I knew his next words would be to tell me what a pathetic old man I was.  I felt like shit and reached for my phone with my hand dripping with my cum.  “DUDE!  You have no idea how hard you just made me cum dude!  Give me a sec; sending you a pic!”  His voice got more distant and he laughed some more.  “Sorry but a really amazing bust makes me laugh after; not funny but some bodily reaction in me that just happens.  We didn’t cover that in med school!”  He laughed at his own joke.

What? Wait. He really did get off fantasizing about fucking this old guy?

My phone buzzed and I opened the text and touched the photo to expand it.  Fuckin' A did he!   And on top of that he was as built as I surmised under his khakis and polo shirt when he’d been in my office; a smooth twunky swimmer’s build but a hairy trail, one bushy pit visible, and a strong end-of-day beard going.  His cum was splattered and glistened in the shot all over his chest; like a gallon of it!  He’d texted me he’d jacked-off twice before that today; oh to be young and full of cum again.  I double-checked the photo time-stamp just to be sure.

“See how worked-up you had me Al?  Was it good for you?  Sure sounded that way.”

I’d wriggled out of my boxer shorts which had been around my thighs and was about to use them for a cum-rag.  I’d rationalized that I could rinse them in my shower and hang them to dry in my closet where my au pair wouldn’t find them in the laundry or see them.  But I stopped and found myself opening the camera app, turning on my bedroom light, and taking a photo of myself from crotch to face.  I sent it before I re-thought of it and wondered if Anthony Wiener started off with this kind of momentary lapse of judgement.

“Al are you there?”

“I’m drowning in cum,” I told him.

“HOLY FUCK AL!  You’re hotter than I thought man.  Seriously fucking hot.  Damn dude I may have to bust another one now seeing that my thoughts of you after I left this morning … "

“Yesterday morning,” I corrected him as the engineered fabric of my CostCo Puma boxer-shorts did little more than smear my unexpected cum mother-lode around when I tried to mop-up the mess.

He laughed a rich low laugh.  “Yeah yesterday.  And you daddy have to be up in what three hours?”

“In the unlikely event that we do this again can you refrain from the ‘daddy’ stuff other than in the heat of the moment please?   It makes me feel weird; I really am a father of three.”

He took a moment before replying and I thought he was going to tell me, “Fuck-off old man if you can’t take a joke.”  Instead he softly said, “Of course Al and I am sorry for any offense.  And I also hope it’s not an unlikely event that we do this again; AND I hope it’s a lot more than THIS actually.”

“Kenneth I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to chastise you.   Jesus maybe you’re right to call me that when I’m treating you like a boy being punished."

“Al it’s me who’s sorry I offended you.  I got carried away and meant nothing disgusting by it.  Really this was so fucking hot for me; I’m sorry I fucked it over for you.”

“Wait a minute!” I snapped.

“Sorry,” he quickly said again.

“STOP THAT!” I said too loud.  “Stop apologizing.  I had the most fucking amazing time Kenneth.  Fucking look at me in the pic I just sent you; you and I did that!  And Jesus I really did just send you a naked pic of me!  I just asked a simple thing for when we’re not uh … "

“Rocking each other’s worlds?” he asked with a playful tone again.

“Yeah that!” I laughed.  "You seriously did."

“Well that was my intent.  And if we’re already to the point in our relationship where we’re making requests … "

Relationship?!

“ … then for next time … “

“Next time?” I interrupted him.

“Damn Al I told you I damn well hope so!” he quickly replied.

“You do realize you could be my son!”

“Then I change my request.  Next time you tell me all about you sowing your wild seed when you were what … ten?”

“If I remember from your license you’re 27?”

“Good memory Al.   Almost as good as that beautiful uncut cock you’ve got there.  DAMN man that turns me the fuck on!  And your hot bod!   And you’re what maybe 37?”

I guffawed loud enough to wake someone in my still house.  “Uh yeah, that's it; and I’ve celebrated that birthday seven times now.”

“You’re forty-four?” he asked incredulously; and before I had the chance to correct him he said, “Wait. Celebrated it seven times so that includes when you really turned thirty-seven so you’re one SMOKIN’ hot forty-three year old man.”

I was impressed.  More and more I was encountering young people who couldn’t do math, spell, or punctuate; some of our best sales-people in fact.  I mean this kid was a doctor so obviously not stupid or ignorant but still.  “Thanks,” I said embarrassed.  “From a young stud like you that’s an amazing compliment.”

“And Al,” he began and paused until I finally acknowledged.  “Thank you not only for a great sex session but for also respecting my request when we were done.”

My mind raced. Your request?  “I’m glad I did but what request was that Kenneth?”

“That. You called me ‘Kenneth’ like I prefer.  It was hot when you called me ‘Kenny’ while we were fucking too by the way.”

Phone-fucking. Me; a middle-aged dad.

“It’s late and I’m on-shift tomorrow and need to get to the gym beforehand; I need to maintain this bod to keep sexy da … uh sexy studs like you interested.  I’m hoping YOU stay interested Al.  Thanks again.  Wish I could lick you clean; bet that beautiful hood of yours tastes amazing and those hairy balls of yours stink just right of our sex.  And one day I'm going to lick my swimmers out of your freshly-fucked hole.  Get some sleep so you’re not too tired for me tomorrow.  Call me Al.”

And just like that he disconnected.

It was three weeks of nightly jack-off sessions with Kenneth before we met-up.  My au pair was in the house as usual to ensure my teen-aged kids didn’t burn it down over-night; I had nothing stopping me from going to a young stud's house and getting my rocks off all night if I wanted to.  Still I felt guilty making the date.  I’d prepared for a night when he hadn’t had to work that day and had plenty of energy to exploit.

I went home after work to see my kids before dinner and then drove the hour-plus from my home in Rumson to Kenneth’s small apartment in Montclair.  We sucked and flip-fucked for hours until neither of us had anything left that first night.  Truth told I was shooting blanks and went soft well before he was; no worries because that last time he topped me and gave me my first non-ejaculatory climax ever.  A-fucking-mazing!

The exam room door opened again after a double-tap knock that started me; it was Kenneth breaking through my memories of him those many years ago.  He looked as good at about forty as he had in his twenties; better in many ways.

“I hadn’t checked your chart.  I just want you to know that the other two doctors in this office are women.  In case you didn’t want a woman taking care of the exam.”  He pointedly looked at my severely tented crotch and back to meet my eyes; there was a hint of a smirk there.

The exam was for a lump on my left testicle.  I had specifically confirmed it was a male doctor when I’d made the appointment; the receptionist was male and simply said, “HE has the soonest open slot of our team.”  I chuckled at that and Kenneth raised his eyebrows.

I really didn’t want to wait weeks for another appointment; shame on me for not having gotten a primary care physician since we’d relocated to Florida if that would have even made a difference.   I had a cardiologist but he declined to check my lumpy ball when I called him.

“It’s not like you haven’t seen my balls before,” I said.  “And I don’t want to wait any longer in case it’s something serious.  I’m not one of those guys who’d freak-out if they had to lose a ball; if it betrays me, it’s out of there!”  I was entirely serious though I couldn’t stop my babbling.

Kenneth … Dr. Hardman gave the slightest grin then looked serious.  “Let’s not jump to any conclusions.  The exam will give us a good idea and odds-wise that outcome is unlikely.”  He paused and then asked, “Given our history would you mind if I have one of the male PA’s or nurses sit in on the exam?”

“You don’t think … “ I protested but stopped myself.  I really didn’t even know what he was thinking; but it didn’t matter to me.  “I just want this taken care of.”

He picked-up the phone and asked someone to send either “Brad” or “Brian” in, whichever was available.  Then he turned back to me.  “The guy you started seeing when we stopped seeing each other?”

It took me totally off-guard; he’d been business with a subtle hint of uneasiness.  “Kenneth you and I weren’t seeing each other; we were fuck-buddies.”  He’d never been anything more by his own choice; my guilt over robbing the cradle had been enough to keep me from challenging it no matter how much I enjoyed our many many hook-ups.

“The ring.” Again he threw a glance down to my lap where my hands were then folded over my hard-on. “You’re married?”

“Yeah.  To Kent, the man I met and stopped … getting together with you for because I was dating him.”

“And we all live in Florida now; here in Jax.   Didn’t see that coming.  I don’t suppose you two … "  He moved his eyebrows up and down ridiculously.

God how I wished the door would open and be the nurse.  It didn’t.   And still didn’t when I’d not responded and Kenneth hadn’t broken his gaze at me.

“Fuck it,” I said to myself.  He was hot as fuck after all.  “Text me a pic so I have your number and I can show the pic to Kent.   And if he declines the … play maybe we could all have dinner?”

Kenneth smiled.  “Al your husband is a very lucky man!”

Before I could tell Kenneth that I was the lucky one the door opened; an attractive young man joined us of the age roughly of Kenneth when we’d met.  My dick twitched at the comparison.  Kenneth told me he was Brian the PA, to remove my pants, and to make myself comfortable on the exam table while they stepped out together to give me privacy. 

I declined.  “Guys I’m taking my pants down so that you can examine my balls; I think privacy while undressing is a bit de trop.”

The PA looked to Kenneth as I kicked-off my sneakers and dropped my shorts in one move.  “Duh what?” the PA asked as he and Kenneth were gloving-up.   I put my clothes on the side chair and got onto the exam table.

Kenneth chuckled.  “Unnecessary.  Extra in your millennial vernacular.”  The young PA nodded without acknowledging the humor.  “We’re examining Mr. Sherbourne’s testicles for a lump.”

I was on the table, leaning back on my elbows, legs spread, and my bone under my shirt but unhideable.  “Well have at it.  It’s my right; the larger.  That’s probably why I’m worried; can’t be losing the big guy,” I again babbled even more nervously now that my junk was on display and my hard-on was barely flagging.

“Go ahead,” Kenneth told the PA as they approached.  I looked up at him and saw him smirk at me with his arms crossed across his jacked chest and his guns bulging under his white coat.

I put my head back and looked at the ceiling.  I couldn’t say whose hands touched me when; they both did before it was over.  All I could think of though was the many nights and some days of exceptionally hot sex Kenneth and I had.   He was exceptionally fond of my “big hairy dad-sac; and I was exceptionally fond of the way he frequently indulged that fondness.  Combined with men handling my balls in the present my thoughts were causing the expected but dreaded effect of keeping my hard dick throbbing.  I did my best to divert my thoughts but it only made me think harder ... and get harder.

There was some medical speak between them; they came back again for another quick set of touching my balls.  When they'd finished Brian left the room and Kenneth told me I could dress.  “My best conclusion is that you have an inflammation of the tube that carries semen from the testicle, a knot in that tube, or at most an epididymal cyst.  It’s obviously painful … "

“It’s mostly impact.  Which happens during … "  I stopped myself.   It happened mostly when Kent aggressively fucked me on my back and my balls got knocked around, less when he doggied me and it was his balls knocking into mine.  “... sex and other times it’s mostly when I don’t have good support.”  Brian's eyes widened but he said nothing.  I didn’t mention that was most of the time because we rarely wear clothes at home.

“How long have you had this lump or when did you first notice it?”  It was the PA who asked which surprised me.

“I noticed it a week ago but I'd felt pain a couple of times and didn't analyze it; I just thought I’d accidentally knocked it hard.  It happens often as I suspect you gentlemen know.  I was really lucky to get this appointment this quickly as a first-timer.”

“Strangely,” Kenneth broke in, “it was your cardiologist who expedited this appointment.  In your chart he indicated that you’re at risk for anxiety which is to be avoided after your heart injury.  Otherwise we’d require a new patient intake appointment and we’re backed-out months for those.”

Ah so my cardiologist had helped me after all.  I’d asked him for the name of a good primary care physician during a regular follow-up when he’d declined to examine my lumpy ball himself.  When I’d called Kenneth's office for the appointment the receptionist had suggested it was a six-week wait; when they’d called back and offered me an earlier time I just thought it was a regular cancellation.

Kenneth was keying something in.  “I’m ordering an ultra-sound.  I’ve put a message in to our staff to see if they can get you in this morning for that while you’re here.  It’s a long-shot but worth a try.”

As it turned-out they got me in although I was in that brand new medical building for another hour and a half before the ultra-sound.  While I was waiting I got Kenneth's text with his full-body naked photo; not hard but showing well.   And his face was cut-off; I chuckled to myself about sending him a selfie of my cum-covered face all those years ago.  I texted Kent the pic and a message:  Tell you more when I'm home; but this guy's interested if you are.   Kent texted me back that Kenneth was hot; I'd see if he was interested when he found out Kenneth was a past play-mate.

I finally got into the ultra-sound a while later.  A third set of male hands on my balls for the day although that time the cold gooey uncomfortable gel kept me from getting aroused.  The good news was that the ultra-sound unofficially confirmed it wasn’t a growth but a knot and therefore was likely not any risk of cancer; the ‘official review’ by a radiologist would almost certainly confirm it.  I wasn’t entirely certain I liked the thought of having a knot in my balls though!

It was after an afternoon tennis date with my husband when we were heading to the showers in the locker room that I told him about Kenneth.  I’d texted him after the ultra-sound with the “likely” good news.  He’d been heads-down working when I got home and I’d had an errand run long and met him at the club for tennis right at our court time.

“Oh the plot thickens,” he joked as we walked naked through the locker room.  A much younger man was pulling his boxer-briefs up with his towel still wrapped around him as we passed; these young men who can’t relax in a locker room with other men always gives me a chuckle.

“Well actually he asked if we’d be interested in … while we were having a moment when he was asking me about you," I told Kent as we arrived at the shower stalls.

He flipped his head toward me.  “And?”

“I told him to send me that pic so I could ask you if you’re interested.”

“Well I’m definitely interested in seeing one of your fuck-buddies from before me!”

I was more self-conscious about being overhead than Kent was.  I softly told him before we went into our shower stalls, "Then I guess I'll tell him we'll do it!"

To be continued.