“Boss… your 9 a.m. is here. Name’s Grant. 43, used to be a legit model before the pandemic hit and motivation just… vanished. Turned to food, packed on a ton of weight, now he’s carrying a serious belly. Can’t even reach his own cock anymore—uses one of those long-handle wipe devices for hygiene. Surprisingly clean though, and still handsome as hell. Hairy chest and stomach for days, wild untamed bush hiding everything down there. He wants to use a surrogate to have a baby, but he’s scared he can’t even cum anymore. Asked specifically for you because he heard you ‘find things other doctors miss.’ He’s emotional, boss. Be gentle… but you know, still you.”
I nodded, already feeling that protective alpha surge mixed with my cocky confidence. “Send him back. I’ve got him.”
The door opened and in walked Grant—damn, the man was still striking even under all the weight. Tall, maybe 6’1”, with a handsome, rugged face: strong jaw, warm hazel eyes, salt-and-pepper stubble, and that model bone structure that hadn’t gone anywhere. His belly was big and round, straining the front of a loose black t-shirt, but his arms and shoulders were still thick from whatever movement he could manage. He moved slow, a little self-conscious, but there was quiet dignity in the way he carried himself.
“Dr. Don,” he said, voice deep and a little shaky as we shook hands. His palm was warm. “I… I don’t even know how to start this without sounding pathetic. I used to turn heads for a living. Now I can’t even reach my own dick. I want a baby—surrogate, the whole thing—but I haven’t cum in months. I don’t know if anything still works down there. I need you to… find it. Tell me if I can still be a dad.”
I gave him my most reassuring, dominant smile and guided him toward the extra-wide table I keep for bigger guys. “You’re not pathetic, Grant. You’re a man who’s been through some shit and still wants to build a family. That’s strength. Lose the clothes, big guy. Lie back, and let me take care of you. We’re gonna find that cock, find that orgasm, and see exactly what your body can still do. No rush, no judgment—just me and you.”
He stripped slow, peeling off the t-shirt to reveal a thick, hairy chest and a massive, soft belly covered in the same dark, curly hair that trailed all the way down. When the sweatpants dropped, his groin was completely hidden under the overhang of his belly—nothing visible except a wild, untamed jungle of thick black pubes peeking out from the crease where his belly met his thighs. No sign of a cock at all.
I gloved up one hand but kept the other bare, dimmed the lights, and helped him settle back on the warmed table, legs spread as wide as he could manage. “Breathe for me, handsome. I’m right here.”
I slid my bare hand under the heavy overhang of his belly, fingers combing through that dense, musky bush until I finally felt it—his cock, thick and soft, buried deep in the fat and hair. Grant gasped the second my fingers wrapped around it.
“Fuck… there it is,” I murmured, voice low and cocky, giving it a slow, firm squeeze. “Nice and thick, just like the rest of you. Been hiding, but it’s still here.”
I worked it gently at first—long, slow strokes that pulled the hidden shaft out into the open, letting the heavy belly rest on the back of my wrist while I stroked him through all that wild pubes. His cock thickened fast, swelling to a solid, girthy seven inches, head flushing dark as it finally emerged.
“See that?” I said, protective and sweet, thumb swirling over the leaking slit. “Your body still wants this. Still works. Now let’s see if it can finish for you.”
Grant’s chest was heaving, hairy belly rising and falling as I stroked him faster, twisting at the head, my other hand reaching under to roll his heavy, hairy balls. He was leaking steadily now, moaning low and broken like he couldn’t believe it was happening.
“Doc… I haven’t felt this in so long… I thought I was broken…”
“You’re not broken, big man,” I growled softly, dominant but full of care, speeding up my strokes while I pressed my palm flat against his belly to hold it steady. “You’re just backed up and neglected. Cum for me, Grant. Show me you can still give a woman a baby. Let it all out.”
His whole body tensed—hairy chest glistening with sweat, belly quivering. A deep, guttural groan ripped out of him as the orgasm hit hard. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, shooting up and painting the underside of his own belly and chest in heavy white streaks. He kept cumming—long, pulsing waves, months of pent-up load spilling out while I milked every drop, squeezing his shaft and balls until he was shaking and whimpering.
When it finally slowed to a dribble, I didn’t stop. I kept stroking slow and gentle, coaxing a second, weaker but still impressive load out of him just to prove the point. The room smelled raw and masculine, his wild bush matted with cum, his handsome face flushed and eyes wet with relief.
I grabbed warm towels and cleaned him up thorough and slow—wiping every streak off his hairy chest and belly, combing through the messy pubes, making sure he felt taken care of. Then I rested my bare hand on his thigh, looking him right in the eye.
“You can still cum, Grant. You can still father a child—volume was solid, and we’ll run the labs to confirm count and motility. You’re healthy down there, just needed someone strong enough to reach what you couldn’t. We’ll get you on a plan: regular drainage sessions here so you stay ready for the surrogate. You’re gonna be a dad, big guy. And you’re gonna feel good doing it.”
Grant lay there panting, a tear slipping down his cheek as he grabbed my wrist. “Thank you… I haven’t felt like a man in years. You just… found me again.”
I squeezed his hand, cocky little wink in place. “Anytime, handsome. Book your follow-up for next week. We’ll keep that cock working and that belly feeling wanted until you’re holding your baby.”
He dressed slow, moving a little lighter already, and left with a quiet, grateful smile.
Troy slid in right after, eyes soft. “Boss… that one was heavy. You really dug deep for him.”
I just smirked, washing my hands. “That’s what I do, Troy. Find what’s buried and make it feel good again.”
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