Carter Simpson looked every bit the part of a soon-to-be college football player – broad shoulders, thick arms, with legs that could probably push a truck uphill – certainly driving through a defensive line all by themselves. Just over six feet tall, his T-shirt strained across his chest, sleeves barely containing his biceps. Even standing still, there was a coiled-spring tension about him, like he might take off at any second.
Carter’s shoulders were square, and his throwing arm carried a sculpted look - smooth muscles and big hands that kind of swallowed a football whole. Even though he looked like someone specifically built for collisions, his posture, off the field, told another story. It was like he didn’t know what to do with all the space he took up. When someone ran into him on the field, it felt like running into a parked truck, but off-the-field, it was a different matter. He’s often nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and when he smiled, which wasn’t often, it came shyly and tentatively.
A small cowlick at the crown of his short brown hair refused to stay down, and a light flush spread across his neck whenever someone—especially a boy - sometimes a girl - looked his way. He had that clean, all-American look - strong jaw, straight nose, a few freckles still clinging to his cheekbones.
Carter moved through the world with a quiet carefulness, and for all his size, he spoke softly. Compliments made him blush; teasing made him smile shyly. There was a warm innocence about him, a sweetness that softened his massive frame - proof that beneath the giant’s body beats a gentle heart – except on the field – there he was a monster.
For all his strength on the field, anything even loosely tied to romance or sex left him flustered and out of his depth - anyone talking about pussies, or cocks, or homos, or titties – it was like a language everyone else learned but he somehow had missed. However, like any boy his age, erections were common, long-lasting, and embarrassing as hell. He got a letterman jacket one size too big, along with textbooks, to cover the bulge in his tight jeans in the hallways. His “equipment” – as he thinks of it – was proportional to his massive frame. His cock being too large to go unnoticed, getting hard at the most inopportune and mortifying times, like in the locker room shower.
He didn’t know what these feelings were supposed to mean or in which direction he was supposed to lean. He only knew that he noticed people—not just one kind —and that noticing made him feel both excited, uncomfortable, and kind of ashamed. He also knew that of the two – he liked boys more – uncertain if his like for girls was only because he’s “supposed” to.
He felt like everyone else had a map for growing up—how to flirt, how to understand all the ins and outs of sex - while he was wandering through it blindfolded. And yet, beneath all that embarrassment and uncertainty, there was a quiet longing in him to someday understand himself without being afraid.
And the only person in the world he could really talk to about any of these things [or anything else for that matter] was his best friend, Franco.
He was never close to his real father – a crude, exacting man – critical, impatient, and unforgiving. His attitude when his mother got divorced was a mixture of hope, gratitude, and absolute relief. That extended to the fact that his father had little interest in maintaining a relationship with him after he and his mother split.
Franco was another story all together. His best friend. Always had been. Since first grade. Yin and yang. Opposites except in subtle ways. Their closeness had developed slowly over years but with an intimacy that Carter had simply grown to rely on. Franco understood everything and Carter felt like no subject was off limits. He knew Carter better than anyone in the world, and the two families – they were integrated into each other’s daily lives.
Where Carter was uncomfortable, Franco moved with ease. Leaner, built more like a long-distance runner than a football player, everything about him was secure and uncomplicated. Where Carter was always in his head, Franco was almost never. He simply felt and reacted honestly with heart. Fiercely loyal and protective of Carter – always had been – he defended with his tongue rather than his fists. Standing beside each other, it appeared that a wall stood next to a swinging screen door.
Everything about Franco was long lines and magnetism – narrow hips, defined thighs, calves that flexed with every step. A lived-in kind of handsome and a sexiness that snuck up on you - the kind where the more you watched him, the hotter he became.
His stride was unhurried and sure, shoulders loose, hands always in motion. The key to Franco was that he was magnetic and unpredictable, teasing, and incredibly observant, probably too much for his own good.
Sun-warmed skin that held color even in winter, unruly dark hair, and a mouth that always looked like it – well you never knew what he was going to say – a deceptively mischievous twinkle in his eyes, which were sharp, dark, always moving. Franco paid attention. To everything and everyone.
“C - you’re thinking about it too much,” he’d say, casual. “Get out of your head. Just feel, for fuck’s sake.”
And Franco got away with everything because he was funny.
Next to Carter, the contrast was immediate. He was control, discipline—built solid and grounded – the wall. Franco was motion – instinct, moving to adapt to anything around him – the screen door. Carter always held the line. Franco stepped over it, glancing back to see if he got caught.
It had always been that way. Same bikes. Same playgrounds. Same teachers. Same quiet kind of understanding that wherever one of them went, the other would turn up about a second later. They’d been that way as long as anyone could remember.
Balanced versus unpredictable but steady.
They were both going to be freshmen in the fall. Clemson. Roommates. Carter on a football scholarship, Franco as a National Merit Scholar. They would absolutely rush together for the same fraternity house.
However, the problem at hand now, though, had nothing to do with any of that.
Carter had spent years dodging it - canceling dates, skirting forms, inventing excuses about “forgotten paperwork.” As long as he kept his grades up and played hard on the field, his high school coach had let the excuses slide. But to play for Clemson in the fall, his new coach wasn’t having it. “No exam, no team,” he was told flatly, handing Dylan the form with a look that said get it done.
Now the crumpled form sat on Carter’s desk. The words “Annual Physical Exam” were stamped across the top in bold, black letters. Carter knew that no matter what he did, when the doctor touched him, he was going to get hard. No way around it. And when Dr. Bennett even slightly brushed against him, the same man who’d known him since birth, he would see his thick, nine-inch cock become a rock. He felt helpless to do anything about it. That’s what he was afraid of.
That night, Carter paced the living room, blurting it all out to his best friend. He flopped onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. Then, quieter, he added, “I’m afraid the minute he touches my dick, that I’m going to cum all over his hands. I mean, he has to touch it, doesn’t he? It’s an annual physical. Don’t you have to do the ball cough thing?”
Franco sat back in the recliner, listening without interruption, only nodding, as if every ridiculous fear deserved to be taken seriously. “Yeah, probably. But you’re good, C. I got you.”
That was Fro. Always on his side. Carter loved how different Franco was from any of his other friends. He was so comfortable with himself. He always rolled up his shirt sleeves and kept the top three buttons on his shirts open to reveal his thickly haired chest. He loved being shirtless – lying around the house in just his boxer shorts, always half-naked. Many times, they’d study in his room, Carter would beg him to put on “some goddamn clothes.”
And Carter knew it wasn’t really a crush. He’d just say that Franco made him feel…different. Confident without trying, funny in that effortless way, the kind of person who lights up every room he walks into, that was his best friend.
He did admit to himself that he did like how Franco looked at him—not with fear or judgment, but with real admiration, like he was much more than a lumbering giant or a football player with no clue what he was doing in life.
But he knew his chest also tightened a little when Franco laughed at his jokes, that he loved how Franco remembered everything, how being around him felt almost electric. He didn’t have the words to explain how he was drawn to Franco, or that he hoped the admiration went both ways, or that he felt truly “seen” when their eyes met. He only knew that he wanted to be near him, wanted to impress him, wanted to understand why his heart beat differently when Franco smiled his way.
And he didn’t know if Franco felt some of those same things. He hoped he did. He thought he did. He wanted him to.
And, of course, Franco understood everything that Carter felt about the situation with the doctor’s exam – knew how to reassure him - what to say to make him feel better – and what to do to make the situation easier to deal with.
“C,” Franco said to Carter. “Would it make you feel better if I got a physical at the same time as you? Would that relieve some of your jitters?”
“Jesus, Fro… yeah. You’d— you’d really do that?” Carter asked, flooded with relief.
“No worries, my friend. We’re in this together, and whatever the doctor does to you he’ll do to me first, and I’m sure if you get wood, I’ll get wood too. I think that would make it not so brutal.”
Relieved. Anxious. Excited. He’d seen Franco hard before. Somehow being hard together felt better than being hard alone.
The next morning, Carter tried everything to stall, but eventually, Franco jingled the car keys and gave him the look. Let’s get this done.
The ride over was quiet, a little tense. It was clear that Carter was worried, uncomfortable and hard. His pants were clearly tented, and he tried to cover his crotch with his hands, adjusting himself constantly.
“It’s just…always there. I don’t know.” Carter said.
Franco reached over at a red light, pressed Carter’s hand to his own crotch, and said gently, “See I’m hard too, C. We’re in this together.”
When they pulled into Dr. Bennett’s office lot, Carter’s throat tightened. Franco cut the engine but didn’t rush him.
“We have some time before our appointment; would it help you to blow a load before we go in?”
Dylan swallowed hard and finally nodded. “Would you do it with me?” he asked.
“Sure - happy to nut with my best friend. There’s no one parked around us. Let’s do it.”
Carter couldn’t pull his pants down and off fast enough. His massive hardon was clearly visible in his jockstrap. He slid it down, and it popped out, standing up straight, almost to his belly button. It was a monster.
Franco followed his friend’s lead, getting his pants and underwear down and stepping out of them so he was naked as well. His dick was ample too. The impressive head flared at the top of his shaft.
“You should be proud, dude, with a rod like that. It’s fucking impressive,” he complimented.
Each spit in their hand, put them around their dicks, and started to stroke, staring at the other with fascination. This was their usual circle jerk routine.
Carter pulled on his cock and moved it side to side, roughly playing with the shaft. Franco, with a tight hand, moved his up and down, but each upward thrust covered the head and spread his precum for lubrication.
Franco noticed Carter starting intently at his hard cock and said, “Go ahead and touch it if you want to, C. It might make you feel better.”
Even though they’d never done this before, it did seem kind of inevitable. The next step in their growing intimacy.
Carter slowly reached out a hand and tentatively touched his friend’s dick. He could feel it pulse against his palm. Franco gripped Carter’s thick rod, wrapping both hands around it, captivated by its size.
“That feels so good, Fro,” Carter said. “It’s so different when someone else plays with it.”
Franco just smiled and continued pumping Dylan.
“Would you squeeze my balls too?” Carter asked.
Franco grabbed Carter’s sack and pulled on his testicles, amazed at how soft and velvety the skin was. He took them both in his hand, tugging them. Taking his hand, he put it around his friend’s and showed him how to pull them more roughly until he groaned.
“Like that, Fro,” he said, letting his friend try. “Perfect.”
Their pace began to quicken on the other’s cock as they each got closer, pumping rapidly. Franco pulled Carter’s balls just like he’d been shown.
Sliding the soft folds of skin up and down, he focused on Carter’s bright red cock head, rubbing and gripping it – keeping up a steady rhythm.
Franco groaned as his cock swelled up even more and began to pulse on its own. Without warning, his slit widened, and long, thick, ropy strands of cream began to spurt out.
“Oh, Fuck! Oh, Fuck!” shouted Franco.
“That’s it, Fro!” roared Carter. “Shoot it!”
Carter’s huge dick then swelled and throbbed as it jetted out stream after stream of hot cum, both of Franco’s hands pumping the shaft with greater speed and fury. The amount of cum that Carter emitted regularly was enormous. Franco just turned it away from them so it would go on the seat instead of on either of them. or their clothes.
Both were panting and gasping for air.
“That’s the most I’ve ever come, Fro!” confessed Carter.
“Seems like a little help from a friend made us both blow harder,” agreed Franco.
They each stared at their hands, covered with each other’s cream. Hesitantly, Carter moved his hand to his mouth and slowly tasted, licking a finger. Franco followed suit, sucking one of his own into his mouth.
“Yours tastes nutty, Fro.” He held out a finger for his friend to taste.
Franco sucked it into his mouth. “You’re right. Yours is salty, C.” He followed suit.
Franco grabbed some wet wipes from the glove compartment and started cleaning up all the cum around them, wiping the seat and the puddles on the floor.
“You good, C?”
“So good, Fro. You always show up.”
Giving him a big smile, winking, Franco said, “I have to confess, C. I think everyone always feels better after they’ve knocked one out.”
Snapping his pants, and getting out of the car, he adjusted as he needed and moved toward the doors to the office. Carter followed a few seconds later, making sure his member was tucked away and not obvious.
The waiting room smelled the same as always: faint lemon cleaner mixed with something antiseptic. The sign in the reception area said – “George Bennett – Family Practice.” Carter handed his insurance card to the receptionist with clammy fingers, then slumped into a chair next to his friend. He was so relieved to have Franco with him because he was still incredibly nervous.
“You’re okay,” Franco whispered, as if reading the panic on his friend’s face. He gave Carter’s shoulder a quick squeeze. “Dude, you’re not going to be the first person to get a boner at the doctor. I’m sure he’s seen it before.”
Carter leaned forward, elbows on his knees, rehearsing possible disasters in his head, each one worse than the last. His leg bounced with nervous energy.
Finally, the nurse’s voice cut through the static: “Carter Simmons?”
Franco gave him a small nod, the kind that said you’ve got this, and Carter rose on shaky legs and headed down the hall. At the exam room door, Carter glanced back and saw a big smile on his friend’s face - a steady anchor.
He leaned in and said, really low, “You got this.”
Carter took a breath, pushed the door open, and stepped inside, immediately taking the chair farthest from the door, with Franco sitting beside him.
Only a second later, the door to the exam room opened, but it wasn’t Dr. Bennett’s familiar voice that greeted him.
“Good morning, Carter,” the new doctor said, stepping inside with a confident smile. “I’m Dr. Samson Steward - I’ll be filling in for Dr. Bennett today. He’s out sick, but I’ll take good care of you.”
Carter blinked. The guy couldn’t have been much older than them — tall, broad-shouldered, and built like someone who used to play football not too far back. His starched white lab coat fit him like a glove. The sleeves on the coat were slightly rolled up, accentuating his hairy arms. Although only the top two buttons of the shirt beneath his coat were unbuttoned, it appeared that Dr. Steward was as hairy as Franco. Carter couldn’t help but notice that there was quite a package between his thighs, outlined in his pants.
Oh, no! thought Carter. Now, I know I won’t be able to control it.
From the chair in the corner, Franco raised an eyebrow, clearly just as surprised.
Dr. Steward caught the look and smiled again, his eyes sparkling, a touch of warmth in his tone. “I’m the new resident here. My patients usually call me Dr. Sam. Still getting to know everyone — and from what I hear, you’re one of Dr. Bennett’s favorite athletes.”
Carter sat up a little straighter, suddenly aware of the sweat drying under his T-shirt. “Uh—yeah, I guess I’ve been coming here since I was a kid,” he said, trying to sound casual.
The doctor smiled again as he flipped through Carter’s chart. “Looks like you’re headed to Clemson in the fall. What position?”
“Linebacker,” Carter said, and the doctor nodded approvingly.
“Even better,” Dr. Steward said. “And you must be Franco. Looks like from Dr. Bennett’s notes that you’d like to do your physicals at the same time?”
“We would, Dr. Sam. Carter has been freaking out a bit, and I’m here to make sure he doesn’t bolt,” explained Franco.
“A little unorthodox, but I have no problem with that,” the doctor said. “Lots of people can find physicals intimidating, and having a friend undergoing the same procedure can be very reassuring.”
He moved easily around the small room, his voice calm and professional, but Carter couldn’t help noticing the way his forearms flexed as he adjusted the blood pressure cuff on the table, his tendons shifting smoothly beneath sun-warmed skin.
Franco sat quietly, pretending to scroll on his phone but clearly watching. Carter thought maybe his best friend was getting as turned on as he was by the young doctor.
“Alright, gentlemen,” Dr. Sam said, glancing up. “Since there are two of you for today’s exam, we won’t use gowns, if that’s okay?”
“Sure,” Carter and Franco said at the same time.
“Well, let’s get undressed, down to your underwear,” he added. “Both of you sit on the exam table side by side.”
Carter hopped on the table, and the white paper tore slightly as he pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the table beside him. There was panic in his eyes. Dr. Samson placed a firm hand on his shoulder and squeezed, reassuring him that there was nothing to be afraid of.
Franco pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his hairy front. He finished undressing, placing his clothes on the chair he was sitting in. In his underwear, he moved to sit by Carter on the exam table, offering him a reassuring smile.
Carter leaned against the table and finished taking off his tight jeans, then moved to sit again on the white paper, legs hanging over the side. It was very apparent from his apparent bulge that he beginning to harden and lengthen.
At the start of the exam, Dr. Sam reviewed Franco and Carter’s health history forms carefully. He asked about previous injuries, double-checked their vaccination records, and any medications or allergies.
Carter felt more and more uncomfortable because his erection was so hard it ached now. He’d even started to have a prominent wet spot in the front of his underwear. The more he adjusted himself, the more noticeable it became. He did look over and see that Franco’s cock was starting to harden too. He felt slightly better.
The doctor made a few notes, then pressed the cold stethoscope against Carter’s chest, moving it down to his stomach nonchalantly so he could listen. Dr. Sam realized this whole exam with Carter would be trying to avoid coming into contact with the kid’s erection, and that would take some nimble planning. It just seemed to get in the way of everything.
“Deep breath in,” he said softly. “And out.”
Dr. Sam’s tone stayed calm. “Good,” he murmured, moving the stethoscope to Carter’s back. “Another breath in… and out.” The doctor moved over to Franco and did the same set of procedures.
He moved efficiently between the two men, clipboard in hand. He checked each player’s blood pressure, counting their pulse, then having them take deep breaths as he listened to their lungs. Anytime he even moved his hands slightly over Carter’s body, his hard cock would pulse and the wet spot in his underwear would grow larger. Franco was having similar problems and was just thankful that his reactions were mimicking Carter’s.
Next, the doctor examined their reflexes, their eyes and ears with a small light, peered into their throats, and had them follow his finger from side to side to test coordination. He tried his best to keep his hands as far away as possible from Carter’s erection, but it was inevitable that he would lightly scrape against it. When he did, Carter groaned and his cock twitched.
Announcing that they were both in great shape, Dr. Sam told them now to stand up and remove their underwear.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Carter, it’s only us guys here. Erections are perfectly natural,” he said. “See Franco has a hardon. I think I might even have one too,” the doctor said, adjusting the front of his pants.
Franco shyly asked the doctor for a favor.
“Hey, uh—Dr. Sam… you mind if it’s not just us? You know…getting naked. You don’t have to stay all… official, right?”
Thinking for a moment, Dr. Sam said, “Absolutely. I could do that.”
He sat on a chair to take off his shoes and socks, then removed his lab coat, his pants, and his shirt. The doctor chuckled as he noticed that his underwear was jutting out, showing he was just as hard as Franco and Carter.
Dr. Sam said, “See, Carter, nothing unnatural about getting an erection at the doctor’s office. We’re all reacting the same way, it seems.”
Standing in just his underwear, the doctor grabbed his clipboard and said, “We’ll do the hernia check first on you, Franco.”
Putting his clipboard on the end of the exam table, rubbing his hands together to warm them, Dr. Sam slid his hand into Franco’s underwear, lowering them to the floor so he could step out of them, leaving him completely naked. He then slid his hand up Franco’s inner thigh up to right below his balls, squeezing his right testicle firmly in his hand.
“Turn your head to the right, Franco, and cough,” instructed the doctor.
Taking the left testicle firmly in his hand, Dr. Sam asked Franco to repeat the procedure for the other side. The doctor professionally took a tissue and wiped the excess precum from Franco’s hard member, wiping the head and depositing the tissue in the trash. Franco couldn’t help but groan softly, standing now completely naked.
“Looks good, Franco. Perfectly normal. Now you, Carter,” said the doctor.
He slowly put his hand into the waistband of Carter’s underwear, lowering them down his legs so he could step out of them. He then cupped Carter’s testicles, the back of his hairy hand pressing hard against his scrotum. Carter had produced so much precum up to this point that Dr. Sam’s hand, which was nestled under his balls, was covered with it. His crotch, his pubic hair, and all the area around his lower stomach was covered with more liquid than the doctor had ever seen, and Carter’s hard cock was dripping.
Dr. Sam professionally and nonchalantly removed his hand, running over to the sink to wash. Gathering a handful of wet wipes, he returned to Carter to clean up some of the precum before he continued with the exam. However, the second the doctor inadvertently touched his shaft, Dylan screamed out, “Oh God! Oh, God! Oh God!”
His cock exploded, covering him and the doctor in the largest load the doctor could remember seeing. There was cum everywhere. Even a spot in Dr. Steward’s hair and puddles on his face.
And it just kept coming. Squirt after squirt. Franco saw what was happening, trying to grab Carter’s rod and push it away from his body, but it did little good. It only meant that Franco was covered too.
Mortified, Carter choked, “Jesus—sorry, Dr. Sam. I—this is exactly why I didn’t want to do this.”
Using his hands, Carter tried to clean the cum out of Dr. Sam’s hair, but it only made it worse.
“Don’t worry, Carter,” reassured Dr. Sam. “Let’s take a moment to clean ourselves up.”
Franco, wiping some cum from his face, rushed to the sink for a towel, returning to try and clean some of the cum from Dr. Sam’s chest and abdomen. Franco was used to this. This is just how his friend came. It was always a lot, but this was even more than usual. Dr. Sam had never seen anything like it.
He dabbed the towel on the front of the doctor’s underwear, but Dr. Sam insisted on taking them off and handing them over so they would be easier to clean. Franco handed Carter another wet towel and pushed Dr. Sam back on the exam table, wiping his crotch and pubic hair.
There was a great deal of hard cock in that room now. Where Carter and Franco were long, Dr. Sam was thick. His was like a stump, sticking out from his crotch. He continued to wipe cum from his dick, his balls, his crotch, and even his face and hair.
“Carter, climaxes happen spontaneously. There is nothing you can do to prevent them. Please don’t feel badly,” assured Dr. Sam.
All three of them worked diligently, Franco grabbing an additional towel to clean themselves up and wipe away all of Carter’s cum from their bodies. Carter just stood there apprehensively, letting Franco wipe his crotch and abdomen, not really knowing what to do with himself, more embarrassed than he could ever remember being. However, to his horror, his cock was still achingly hard, flexing slightly, seemingly ready for another explosion.
“Well, gentlemen, I think we can assume that Carter is in tip-top sexual health,” Dr. Sam said, chuckling, still naked with his cock hard as a rock. “We just have one more procedure, and then we’ll be done.”
Grabbing his clipboard again, he realized suddenly that there were three large hard cocks in one room, and that maneuvering professionally around the room would be incredibly difficult because he wouldn’t be able to prevent his cock from touching his patients’ bodies.
Making every attempt at maintaining his professionalism, even though he was completely naked, Dr. Sam began his explanation. “Now, gentlemen, let’s have each of you lean over the exam table, propping up on your elbows or forearms for support. Our last procedure is testing the health of your prostate, so I’ll need access to your anus.”
A look of complete incomprehension came over Carter’s face, and he mouthed, “What?” to Franco.
“Your asshole, dude,” explained his friend. “Stick out your butt so he can examine your asshole.”
Then it dawned on Dylan what Dr. Sam was asking, and he put himself beside Franco, in the same position, leaning on the exam table.
Dr. Sam went to a cabinet, washed his hands, snapped on a disposable glove, took a bottle of lubricant, and approached the exam table.
“We’ll start with you, Franco,” instructed Dr. Sam. “I’m going to ask you to take both of your hands and spread your butt cheeks for me.”
Pushing the bottle near his butthole, Dr. Sam pumped some of the lubricant between Franco’s cheeks, he moved his middle finger to the lubricated hole, spreading the lube.
“Now, gentlemen, a prostate exam is important because it is the only way for us to check for prostate cancer, the most common form in men,” explained Dr. Sam. “Typically, the disease begins without symptoms, and this procedure is the only way for us to test for it.”
“Before we begin, I just want to make sure that what I’ve explained is OK with each of you. A prostate exam isn’t required on the form you need to fill out, Carter, but I’d like to do it for a general health assessment.”
“I’m cool,” said Franco.
“Me, too,” added Carter. “We trust you, Dr. Sam.”
Placing his left hand firmly on Franco’s butt, Dr. Sam said, “Take a deep breath. You’ll feel my finger now, Franco,” inserting it into his anus. “You’ll feel a little pressure, but after the initial insertion, the prostate gland usually feels really good when it’s rubbed.”
Dr. Sam pushed his finger deeper into Franco’s chute, feeling the rectal wall for any masses or tenderness.
“How does that feel, Franco?” asked Dr. Sam.
“Really, really good!” he groaned, not being able to stop himself from pushing back against Dr. Sam’s finger.
Dr. Sam began to push his finger slowly in and out of Franco, fucking him with his finger. Franco was moaning, enjoying every movement of the doctor’s fingers moving in his ass.
“Prostate massage can often become a part of many people’s sexual activity,” explained Dr. Sam. “See how Franco is dripping precum from his penis and moaning and moving his hips to meet my finger thrusts? That’s because it feels so good and often leads to an orgasm. Let’s see that happen, so Carter can understand that orgasms can happen to anyone and are nothing to be ashamed of.”
Dr. Sam slowly pumped his fingers in and out of Franco, adding a finger and then a second. He let Franco squat down and fuck himself, grabbing his rod tightly, and began to jack Franco off until he creamed all over Dr. Sam’s hand.
“See, Carter, it happens to all of us,” he said and smiled.
Carter was wide-eyed and terrified because he knew as soon as Dr. Sam pressed anything near his ass or even touched him, he’d blow again. Watching his friend get fingerfucked to orgasm also made him so hot he could hardly stop from touching himself. And if it felt as good as his friend seemed to show, he was a total goner. He did feel a little better that it didn’t seem to bother Dr. Sam, and so maybe it was OK, but he didn’t want to make another embarrassing mess.
“I have an idea that I’d like to run by each of you.”
Carter and Franco nodded and listened intently
“In order to prevent the kind of explosion that happened before and save Carter further embarrassment, I will need some help from you, Franco. To make it as pleasurable and anxiety free as it can be for Carter, I’m going to examine his prostate by inserting my penis instead of my finger. I’d like to ask you, Franco, to allow Carter to insert his penis into your anus so that it will contain the orgasm when he ejaculates, which we know is inevitable. Has either of you tried this before?”
Carter and Franco looked at each other. “Nope,” they said in unison.
“That sound okay to each of you?” he asked.
“Wow,” said Carter. “Are you sure, Dr. Sam?”
Franco smiled and said, “I’m down for it.” He was coming down slowly from his orgasm, sitting in a chair, cock softening in his lap.
Franco wasn’t totally sure about it, but it had felt good, and maybe someone’s cock would feel even better. And even though Carter’s cock was really big, and he worried about being able to take it, he wanted to help his best friend any way he could.
“You’re sure, Fro?”
“I got you, C.”
“You’re both going to need to be prepared. Carter is extremely large, and therefore Franco should be stretched slowly and completely to prevent it from being painful.”
Both Franco and Carter nodded, looking intently at each other.
“I’m going to need to get Franco ready for the insertion first. I’m afraid that once I begin the procedure, Carter might lose control, so we’ll save him for last.”
Dr. Sam instructed Franco to lean over at the waist and stick his ass out to make the insertion easier. He got down on his knees behind him and opened his ass cheeks with his hands. He licked Franco’s pucker, and he groaned loudly.
“Fuck,” said Franco, laughing. “That feels amazing! I think I’m going to like doing this favor for you, C.”
“Could you duplicate what I’m doing to you on Carter, to prepare him? I’m nowhere nearly as large as Carter, but we still want to make the initial penetration as painless as possible?”
“Hey, C. Grab that big cock of yours and squeeze the head tight. This feels amazing, and I don’t want you to blow.”
Franco, keeping his ass up for Dr. Sam to continue, leaned down and slowly began to lick Carter’s hole, duplicating what Dr. Sam was doing to him.
Carter cried out in pleasure and Franco licked his pucker, moaning himself, as Dr. Sam continued his rimming, licking, and tonguing his.
Grabbing the lube, Dr. Sam poured some on his fingers and handed it to Franco.
“Now Franco, we’re going to work each anus with our fingers, getting them stretched and open, sort of like I did to you when you orgasmed before.”
“No problem,” said Franco. “Hold on tight to that cockhead, C. This feels amazing too. Don’t let yourself cum.”
Starting with one finger, they each slowly pushed in.
“See how good it feels, C?”
Carter just moaned loudly.
Moving in and out, they added one finger, then two, scissoring them inside and stretching the walls of each chute.
Carter and Franco both pushed backward to press against the inserted fingers and the finger fucking continued until Franco said he thought he was ready.
“Franco, let’s let Carter enter you first so we don’t have any unexpected explosions.”
“Sure thing, Doc!”
Dr. Sam guided Carter to line up his penis with Franco’s anus and encouraged him to push forward.
“Slowly, boys. Breathe, Franco. Carter’s probably the biggest I’ve ever seen.”
Carter took hold of Franco’s hips and pressed the head into his friend’s opening, slowly pressing past his sphincter.
“Goddammit, C, you’re fucking huge!”
“Hold there, Carter, and give Franco a chance to adjust.”
“Fro, are you good?”
“I’m good, C. I got you. Just give me a second.”
As the stretch and pain subsided in Franco’s ass, a pleasure started to take its place.
“OK, C. Go ahead.”
Carter slowly and tentatively started to move his cock inside Franco.
“Oh, Jesus, C. So good. You’re splitting me open!”
As the two friends began, Dr. Sam moved behind Carter, pressing his hard cock into his hole, and slowly penetrating him.
“Breathe, Carter.”
Feeling the cock enter, Carter cried out in pleasure. After a few seconds for Carter to adjust, Dr. Sam started moving too. Carter began to push forward and then push backward, taking Dr. Sam’s dick in his chute and pushing his own cock into Franco in front.
“Oh, yeah, Dr. Sam. That’s the spot. Right there.”
“It’s the prostate, Carter. See if you can find Franco’s.”
Carter shifted his next thrust, evidently hitting it, because Franco cried out.
“Yes. Yes. C! Give it to me harder!”
Franco felt Carter’s balls slapping against his cheeks. He turned his head around, and Carter leaned up. They kissed for the first time, tongues exploring each other’s mouths as it deepened.
Both Dr. Sam and Carter increased the intensity of their thrusting.
“Come on, C. Quit teasing me. Go deeper.”
“Tighten your anus around my penis, Carter, so I really feel it.”
Carter suddenly reached around and took Franco’s cock tightly into his hand and began pumping, matching their rhythm.
“I’m cumming, Fro. Filling you up!”
As Franco felt Carter’s cock get even bigger and tremble, he fired out spurt after spurt, Carter pumping furiously. His orgasm squeezed Carter’s dick so tightly that he screamed and followed a second later, filling his friend’s hole with load after load of heavy cream.
Dr. Sam increased his pace, pulling Carter back against him and out of Franco’s ass. Thrusting as deeply as he could one last time, he let out a cry, ending their prostate exam with a volley of white juice, filling Carter.
Franco had fallen onto the floor after being released from Carter’s cock, leaning against the exam table, catching his breath.
As each took their time to come back to themselves, no one said a word. Dr. Sam untangled himself from Carter and pulled away. Franco headed over to the sink for more towels, sharing them with the two others.
Breaking the silence, Franco smirked and said, “Hey, Doc, pretty sure that’s not in the brochure.”
Cleaning himself off, Dr. Sam laughed. “Can’t say that it is, Franco. But I think we can all be reassured that everything is in tip-top working order for all of us.”
“As the giver and receiver,” said Carter, “I would say deserving of a 5-star Yelp review.”
They all three laughed out loud together, getting dressed.
“And I may be wrong, you two,” said Dr. Sam, “but I got the feeling that neither of you had ever done that with each other before. Am I right?”
“Oh, right you are, Dr. Sam,” admitted Carter.
“Not even the kissing before really,” said Franco. “But relax, C. We’re just going to roll with it and see where it goes.”
“Excellent thinking, Franco,” said Dr. Sam.
“Hey,” Franco said, glancing between Carter and the doctor, a half-smile already pulling at his mouth. “Seriously… thanks.”
“Yeah,” Carter added, quieter, “I just… didn’t expect any of this.”
Franco huffed out a soft laugh. “Yeah, well. Turns out we’ve got more going on than we thought.”
Carter shook his head, a small smile breaking through despite himself. “Apparently.”
“And that’s not such a bad thing,” said Dr. Sam.
“No,” Franco said, “it’s not.”
“Guess we’ll… take it in stride,” Carter said.
Franco bumped his shoulder lightly. “And keep exploring.”
“Yeah,” he said. “That.”
Carter looked back at Dr. Sam, more composed now. “Thanks. For… all of it.”
Dr. Sam inclined his head. “You’re welcome,” he said. “And don’t sweat the erections, Carter. They seem to work for you.”
They all three laughed.
Franco reached for the door, pulling it open. Carter stepped through first this time.
As they walked, Franco nudged him again, low and easy—
“Told you, C. We’re good.”
Carter glanced over, shaking his head, smiling anyway.
“Yeah,” he said. “I think we are.”
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