“Afternoon, Dr. Don. Your 2 p.m. is here—Ryan. 40-year-old single dad, contractor by trade. Handsome as hell, 6’5”, built like he lives in that condo gym downstairs. Shaggy dirty-blonde hair, farmer’s tan from being outside all day. Natural everything… and I mean everything. He told me he hasn’t blown a load in almost two months. Went on a date last night, tried to seal the deal, and… nothing. Couldn’t even get it up. He’s embarrassed as fuck and asked for you specifically after hearing you’re ‘good with guys who need a little extra help.’”
I smirked, rolling my shoulders. “Send him back. And hold my calls.”
The door opened and there he was—Ryan—ducking slightly under the frame even though the ceilings are high. Tall, broad, sun-kissed skin on his face, neck, and forearms, the rest of him pale where his t-shirt usually sits. Shaggy blonde hair falling over his forehead, scruffy beard, bright blue eyes that looked equal parts tired and hungry. He was wearing a simple gray tee stretched across a thick chest and solid dad-bod muscle, loose gym shorts that already showed the heavy outline of a soft, thick cock swinging between thick thighs dusted with blonde hair.
“Ryan,” I said, voice low and steady as I shook his big, calloused hand. “Heard you had a rough night. Tell me what’s going on.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks flushing under the tan. “Been crazy with the kids and work… two months, Doc. Not even a morning wood I could do anything with. Last night this woman was all over me—hot as hell—and my dick just… stayed dead. Felt like I was broken.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes on his. “Happens more than you think, especially when stress piles up. Let’s get you on the table and take a look. Clothes off, or I can help if you want.”
Ryan hesitated only a second before peeling off the tee. Fuck, the man was gorgeous—broad shoulders, thick pecs with a light dusting of blonde hair across them, a soft but strong stomach leading down to a thick treasure trail that disappeared into his shorts. He pushed the shorts and boxers down in one go and his heavy, uncut cock flopped out—soft, thick even at rest, resting over a big pair of low-hanging balls covered in the same shaggy blonde pubes. The whole package was completely natural, wild, and already starting to twitch under my gaze.
“Climb up,” I told him, gloved hands steady as I guided his massive frame onto the table. He lay back, one arm behind his head, the other resting on his abs. His cock lay thick across his thigh, the foreskin covering most of the head, a faint musk hitting me as I adjusted the lamp right over his groin.
“Been a while since anyone’s seen me like this,” he admitted, voice rough.
“Relax for me, big guy.” I started with the basics—checking his balls, rolling them gently in my palm. They were full, heavy, drawn up a little from nerves. His cock started to thicken almost immediately, the shaft plumping up, foreskin slowly retracting as blood rushed in. “Looks like the hardware still works. Just needs the right touch.”
Ryan’s breath hitched when I wrapped my fingers around the base, giving a slow, firm stroke from root to tip, peeling the foreskin back to reveal the flushed, sensitive head. “Fuck… that already feels different.”
“Yeah?” I grinned, cocky and in control. “Two months is a long time to keep all this locked up. Let’s see what happens when we let it breathe.”
I kept the strokes slow and deliberate—long, twisting pulls that made his thick cock swell to full hardness. Veins stood out along the shaft, the head turning a deep pink as precum started beading at the slit. His hairy balls tightened, pulling up toward his body. Ryan’s hips bucked once, a low groan rumbling out of his chest.
“Doc… shit, I’m already close.”
“Good. Don’t hold back this time.” I tightened my grip, thumb swirling over the head, spreading his slick precum while my other hand gently massaged his balls. “Let it go, Ryan. I’ve got you.”
His abs flexed hard, that farmer’s-tan line stark against the pale skin below. His shaggy blonde hair fell across his eyes as his head tipped back. “Oh fuck—fuck, I’m—”
The first shot was massive—thick white ropes exploding out in powerful arcs, splattering across his hairy chest, hitting his neck, even landing on his own chin. He let out a deep, guttural moan that filled the room, body shaking as spurt after spurt kept coming. I didn’t stop stroking, milking every last drop while he writhed on the table, toes curling, low curses spilling from his lips.
When the last weak pulse dribbled out, he was panting, chest heaving, cum streaked all over his torso and dripping down his sides.
“Jesus Christ,” he laughed breathlessly, looking dazed. “That was… more than I’ve ever shot.”
I grabbed warm towels, wiping him down slow and thorough, letting my hands linger on his still-twitching cock. “Told you the equipment was fine. Stress and that long dry spell just had you locked up. Next time you’ve got a date, you’ll be ready.”
Ryan sat up on his elbows, blue eyes locked on mine, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Next time… maybe I skip the date and just come see you instead.”
I wiped a stray drop of cum off his abs with my thumb, then met his gaze with that dominant little smirk. “Careful what you wish for, big man. I might just keep you on the schedule every week… make sure you stay properly drained.”
He chuckled, voice still husky. “Wouldn’t complain.”
I helped him off the table, watching that tall, muscular frame move as he dressed. The confidence was already coming back into his shoulders. Before he left, he paused at the door, turning back with a heated look.
“See you soon, Doc?”
“Count on it, Ryan.”
Door clicked shut. Troy popped in two seconds later, eyebrow raised. “Damn, boss. Sounded like you just fixed more than his ED in there.”
I just winked, already thinking about how good that tall, hairy, single-dad body looked covered in his own load. “Just doing my job, Troy. Just doing my job.”
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