Very Gay Phrases

“It’s a natural reaction.”

“I can tell you’re nervous. You don’t need to be. Its a natural reaction to an examination,” said Dr. Schafer. I was experiencing the moment many men dread during a routine check, that being popping a boner during it.

“Umm…thanks.”

The doctor smiled in a friendly way. “You don’t sound too comforted by that.”

“I’m just embarrassed I guess.”

“I understand Wyatt. But unfortunately I must ask you to stand up.”

I nodded my head apprehensively. Slowly I got up, steeling myself for the next instruction. However, it didn’t come. Instead, Dr. Schafer reached down and unbuttoned, then unzipped my pants. Finally, the doctor pushed both those and my underwear down. I found it odd, as every other time I’ve been told to undress I did all of that myself, but I didn’t say anything.

“Now, I’m going to check for a hernia. When I grab your scrotum, please turn your head and cough.” He took hold of my balls, but bumped my erection on the way, making me feel stifled for a moment. Recovering, I did as I was asked. He rolled my balls in his hand, seeming to adjust his position on them. “Now to the other side.” I reversed my head position and coughed again. “All seems to be fine down here.” I couldn’t be sure, but I thought he might have squeezed my balls before he let go of them.

The reason I was so nervous was…well, I had a kind of weird question to ask the doctor. “Umm…doctor, may I ask you something?”

“Of course Wyatt. What is it?”

“Uhh…well, you see…ahhh! I’m sorry, it’s just…a really awkward thing to say.”

“Go on Wyatt. I’m listening.”

His pleasant demeanor somewhat allayed my fears. Calming down a bit, I said, “I…feel like my penis may be rather small. Is…is it?”

Dr. Schafer laughed. “Oh, is that all? No need to feel so uncomfortable asking about that Wyatt. I understand it’s a concern for people your age.” The doctor took a large step back and looked at my naked penis. “It looks just fine to me. Are you fully erect?”

I nodded. “You’re sure it’s a good size?” I could feel myself blushing as I asked.

“Yes. Have you measured yourself before?”

“N-no…”

“Really?” the doctor said in surprise. “Well, would it make you feel better if we measured it together?”

“Umm…I guess so…”

Dr. Schafer turned and began to rummage through a drawer. He shortly brought out a ruler. He then knelt in front of me. “It seems your erection has gone down somewhat.” Without saying another word, he brought his hand up and squeezed my shaft. I could all but feel the blood rushing back into my hard-on. It wasn’t long before I was back to full mast. “There. Now then,” the doctor said in his usual kind, business-like demeanor. He put the ruler to my hardness, bending the length somewhat so he could get a correct measurement. “Looks like you measure just above five inches. That’s average.”

“Th-that’s average!?” I spluttered. “My friends have said that their di- err, I mean, penises are a lot bigger than that.”

Dr. Schafer laughed again. “They’re probably just exaggerating Wyatt. A lot of guys your age do that, but you should never feel pressured to do the same or feel ashamed of your size. And you don’t have to feel bad about using that word around me.” I must’ve given him a look, because he kept speaking. “The word dick. It’s perfectly normal to use that word.”

“D-Dr. Schafer…!” I said, sounding like a pearl-clutching old lady.

“What? Surprised your doctor would say something like that? Here, let me say it again so you know it’s okay: dick.”

“Uhh, thank you doctor,” I responded. I think I appreciated it, but I still found it odd.

“Of course Wyatt.” Only when the doctor pulled his hands away did I realize that my cock hadn’t gone down since he’d engorged it. “Now, please get up on the examination table on all fours. I need to check your prostate.”

I nodded and pulled myself onto the table, getting into the position he desired.

“This is your first time having this done, correct?” said the doctor, pulling on a glove.

“Yes doctor.”

“Okay. I’ll first check the outside of your anus.” Dr. Schafer brought his finger to the outside of my asshole and moved it around slowly. It felt strange more than anything. I couldn’t say I minded him doing it. After what seemed like a while, he said, “All seems to be in order here. Now, I’ll check your prostate. I’ll just apply some lubricant…” There was a short pause before he went on. “Just relax and let me do my job. This shouldn’t take too long.” I agreed and he guided a finger into me. I grunted as he did, trying not to tense up too much. It wasn’t completely painful, more odd. In a way, it might have even been…pleasurable. “You know, if you’re concerned about your size because of intercourse, there’s more options for you.” I felt a sensation inside, as if he was pushing some sort of button in me.

Through somewhat pained noises, I said, “What’s that…?”

“Anal sex,” said Dr. Schafer casually, his attitude not wavering. The sensation inside me began to feel more powerful, as if he was touching that spot more intensely.

“A-anal…?” I said, forgetting myself somewhat. “But…how would that help with…my penis…uhh, dick size?”

“You’re not understanding Wyatt. You’d be the one reviving anal sex.” I could really feel Dr. Schafer’s finger now. It was moving back and forth, touching that spot each time. It wasn’t fast, but…it felt kind…of good…

“R-receiving…?” I asked, breathy. “B-but that would…mean that…I’m not gay!”

“Really? That’s a shame. I’m sure there are many men who’s be willing to help you try anal sex if you gave it a chance. I think you’d actually find you liked it if you did.” Doctor’s finger was moving faster now. Was…was he finger fucking me!? I didn’t understand what was going on and my mind was spinning.

“D-Dr. Schafer…” I wasn’t just breathy, I was downright moaning his name. How had I gotten here?

“Do you want to explore anal sex Wyatt? Do you want to see how a dick would feel up here instead of just a finger?” He still didn’t stop acting like a normal doctor in a normal checkup.

His attitude comforted me, made me feel as if everything was normal. It made me want to do what he suggested. “Y-yes…”

“Good. I can help with that.” His finger came out of my hole. I felt…empty somehow. “Now, I’ve properly lubricated you. You should never engage in anal sex without lubrication.” I nodded weakly. “Now, I will put on a condom and apply some of the lubricant to my own dick. Again, both of these are imperative steps. Anal sex can be painful and cause bleeding or other complications if these steps are ignored.” My head went up and down again. He stood between my legs, aligning his cock with my hole.

I looked back at him, mind still a haze, trying to take in what was about to come. “Dr. Schafer…”

“Yes Wyatt?”

“P-please…please go slow.”

He smiled, the same exact smile as earlier in the exam. “Of course Wyatt.”

And then, about five seconds later, a dick was being pushed into my asshole. Me, someone who’d never even touched another cock, was getting fucked by one. I could acutely feel each and every segment feed into my hole at an agonizingly slow pace. Or perhaps the doctor was just very large. He certainly felt thick, as I thought he may completely split my ass.

Finally, I felt his pubes on my backside. “There. Now, once your lover is completely inside you, they will start to move. They should always start slowly at first, especially when asked.”Just as he said, Dr. Schafer moved his dick slowly in and then out of me in small increments. Each time I took just a bit more of him it seemed.

I moaned softly with every motion. It was starting to feel good. Damn, why did it feel so good to be fucked? It was never supposed to be this way. I was supposed to be the one doing the fucking, and it wasn’t supposed to be with another man. Or maybe…this was exactly how it was supposed to be. Maybe I was always going to end up with a cock up my ass and Dr. Schafer would just be the one to show me how to take it.

“Once you’re comfortable with taking all or most of your lover’s dick,” I vaguely heard the doctor saying, “they may start to increase their speed. Are you okay to continue Wyatt?”

“F-fuck me…Dr. Schafer,” I heard myself saying.

The next minutes were a whirlwind. He got faster…and faster…and faster…and even faster. I couldn’t parse what was happening. Would every man be this fast? Could all of them deliver a constant stream of pleasure straight to my hole? Would they all…make me feel this ecstasy?

Suddenly, I was brought back to reality by blowing my load and blowing it hard. It spilled onto the exam table below me, covering the paper.

Dr. Schafer, breathing heavily behind me, said “I’m about to cum myself. Ooh…ahh!” He somehow came even harder than me. Spurts upon spurts filled me, even though he had a condom on. But soon, he stopped moving and pulled out of me. He went to wash the condom of its contents, leaving me tired, sprawled out on the table. “You did good for your first time Wyatt. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes…I did,” I said rather sheepishly.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed Wyatt. You just discovered a new thing you can enjoy and that you don’t need to worry about your size. This is a triumphant moment!”

“I guess you’re right…thank you doctor.”

“Of course.”

“Umm, could we…do this again sometime?” I asked hopefully.

The doctor chuckled. “I am one of the few doctors that still make house calls. You can reach me from the usual number, just ask for me specifically. And next time…you can examine my body too.”