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Ask the Doctor, Part 1

by Blindside


This is a story of fiction. Enjoy!

As a medical professional specializing in men’s health, many of my patients encouraged me to start an on-line Q&A that would deal with sexual health of men (and their partners). Most of the questions are serious in nature and are answered accordingly; some of just plain stupid which results in a stupid answer. Following are samples of some recent questions.

Dear Doctor: I’m a healthy twenty-four guy, 6’2”, and 210 pounds. Next month I will be married to the girl of my dreams. Both of us agreed not to have sex until our wedding night, which was OK with me, as I am a virgin (I think she is too, or so she says). While I’m a pretty big guy, my penis is only 3 inches erect. I am terrified that I will be unable to satisfy my new bride. I would appreciate your advice. Signed, Small Dick

Dear Dick: Not to worry pal. While you are indeed somewhat small considering your size, you will find your sexual experience quite satisfying. If it concerns you so much, I recommend you speak with your fiancé and express your consternation. As an alternative, you might also suggest a “test drive” to calm your fears. Let me know. I care!

Dear Doc: I’m a corporal in the Army. Last night my sergeant and I got drunk and ended up in bed together. I gave him head and he poked me in the ass. Am I gay? Signed, Butt Fucked

Dear Butt: I seriously doubt it. But I think your sergeant is. Did he use a condom?

Dear Doctor: I’m a forty year old healthy male, married with two kids. My wife bullied me into seeing a doctor for a physical exam. After waiting forever, the doctor finally arrived, asked me a few questions, and had me strip naked. Is this normal? Also, he spent an inordinate amount of time examining my testicles and penis, plus he had his finger up my ass for over two minutes. Signed, Examined

Dear Examined: Being completely naked during a physical exam (especially for men) is not necessarily abnormal. Typically the man either remains in his underwear or is offered a gown. Examination of the genitals and prostate takes no longer than thirty seconds each. Find a new doctor.

Hi Doc! Last Saturday, l went to the club to play tennis with my future father-in-law. After he beat my ass, we headed to the locker room for a shower. On our way to meet the women for dinner, he pulled me aside and told me “there was no way his daughter was going to ‘sleep with that’”, referring to the fact I am uncircumcised. Well Doc, there is ‘no way’ a knife is going to find its way within a mile of my dick. My fiancé is siding with her father. What say you? Signed, Foreskin Forever

Dear Skin: Dump the bitch.

Hey Doc! I’m a nineteen year-old guy in my sophomore year in college. I share a dorm room with my best friend, who I’ve known since high school. Last night we sucked each other off, just to see what it was like. Anyway, this morning we are both wondering if we’re gay. Thanks for your quick response, as we both are extremely worried! Signed, BJ

Dear BJ: No, I don’t think you and your buddy are gay. You were simply fooling around with one another and exploring your bodies, which I assume are in hormone overdrive. That said however, if you and your buddy are still sucking cock ten years from now, then yes, you’re both queer.

Dear Doctor: My wife caught me masturbating in the shower, and now refuses to have sex with me, noting that apparently I have a new partner (my right hand). I think she’s being unreasonable. Do you agree? Signed, Cut Off

Dear Cut: Yes, I think she’s being somewhat immature. Ninety-five percent of men have masturbating at one time or another. Tell her you can hold out as long as she can, since you have (according to her) another partner. Let me know. I care.

Dear Doctor: I am studying for the priesthood, so I think you know my problem. How to I reconcile this celibacy thing with my needs as a man. I think I’m about to explode. Signed, Father John

Dear Father John: You need to immediately go to your room, lock the door, drop your pants, and commence to masturbate yourself. It is not healthy for a man not to periodically ejaculate. In fact, it can do permanent damage to your plumbing. Now get to it!

Dear Doctor: I took your advice and discussed my condition (small penis) with my fiancé. She didn’t seem to care. I then suggested a test drive, which she agreed to (actually, it went fairly well). Now however, she now wants sex two and sometimes three times a day. I’m fucking wore out. Thanks a lot, asshole. Signed, Small Dick

Dear Dick: I’m sorry you’re calling me something I’m not. Seems to me you’re a lucky man.

Dear Doc: When home on spring break, I was caught driving drunk. Fortunately my Dad bailed me out. But when we got home, he removed his leather belt, told me to drop my pants and bend over, and then he commenced to whip my ass. In the process, I popped a boner, which did not go unnoticed by my Dad. Now he thinks I’m queer. Help! Signed, DUI

Dear DUI: I assume you’re somewhere around twenty years old, which would preclude in my estimation, your Father taking a belt to you. Tell him next time he tries that, you will punch his lights out and call the cops. And no, you’re not queer.

Dear Doc: I’m in the Navy and up for promotion. But my Chief has told me that until I give him a blowjob, he will hold up the paperwork. Can I catch anything by sucking him off? I really need the promotion. Signed, Petty Officer Third Class

Dear Class: No, you can’t catch anything by performing oral sex on the Chief. You might mention to the Chief that you’ll be glad to accommodate his request, but have a concern that your gum disease might be contagious.

Dear Doctor: I recently took up racquet ball with a colleague at work. When we were getting dressed in the locker room, I noticed he had an extremely large penis. He also wears a size 14 shoe. Is there any relationship between the size of a man’s penis and his shoe size? Signed, Curious

Dear Curious: Where’d you get this shit? The answer is no. Now shut up.

Dear Doctor: I’m leaving for college next week, and my sole objective is to find a man who comes from money and has a big pepe. I can figure out the money part, but how do I determine the size of a man’s pepe without sleeping with every jock on campus? Signed, Sorority Queen

Dear Queen: First, I think you’re an awfully shallow young lady if all you want out of marriage is money and a big penis. You might try asking the men what their shoe size is.

Hey Doc! I finally talked my girlfriend into giving me a blowjob, but when she saw my penis, she freaked (I’m uncircumcised). What should I do? Signed, Uncut

Dear Uncut: Tell her that unlike seventy percent of the men in this country, you’re a whole man and therefore special. Let me know. I care.

Dear Doctor: I took your advice and masturbated myself in the privacy of my room. It was great! What a load! But now, I jack-off three and four times a day. Is this normal? Do you think this will disqualify me from being Pope? Signed, Father John

Dear Father John: I would say masturbating three and four times a day is a bit excessive, but you’re penis won’t fall off. And I doubt if you’ll ever be Pope. Are you Italian?

Dear Doc: I’m an associated in a large law firm. Yesterday, a partner called me into his office and wanted me to have sex with his wife (while he watched). I’m fairly well built and told I’m half way good looking. Also, I’ve seen his wife … she’s not that bad for being in her fifties. This could be a career building opportunity. I have to give him an answer tomorrow. What do you think? Signed, Perry Mason

Dear Perry: I think this is an awful idea, which could lead to more trouble than you can imagine. Tell the partner you’re gay. That ought to do it.

Dear Doctor: My wife is a screamer when we have sex. The instant I stick my penis into her vagina, she starts screaming. It’s not that I’m hurting her; it’s just that she’s having a grand old time (as am I, absent the screaming). The apartment manager has told us to put a lid on it, or we will be evicted. What should I do? We don’t want to move. Signed, Noisy

Dear Noise: Two suggestions: First, try gagging her. Second, stick your dick into her mouth and your finger into her vagina. Let me know if this works. I care.

Dear Doctor: I’m a twenty-four female who has been sexually activity for the past five years, with about seven different partners. Just so you know, I always insist using protection, which has never been a problem. The question I have is why are some men well so endowed and others (in my opinion) fall “short”. I’m currently sleeping with an Asian American, who has the smallest dick on the planet. In fact, the condom actually came off while we were having sex. He’s a nice guy, but I need a bit more dick, if you get my drift. Signed, Active

Dear Active: As you have discovered, men come in many sizes. In the future, you might ask what their shoe size is. That might give you a clue.

Dear Doc: My identical twin brother and I decided to play a joke on his girl friend. You see, I picked her up, had dinner, and ended up at her apartment where we had sex. After we were done, she told me who I was, noting that my brother had a bigger dick. Returning home, I demanded to see my brother’s erect dick, which was about an inch larger than mine. What’s the deal? We are identical twins; even our parents can’t tell us apart on most occasions. Signed, Short end of the Stick

Dear Short: Shit happens I guess. Was your brother first out? That may account for it, but please cool it; it’s not what you have, it’s how you use it.

Dear Doc: Five of my fraternity brothers got together and measured our dicks. Three of the brothers insist the correct measurement is from the base of the balls to the tip of the penis. The rest of us say the correct measurement is from the base of the penis (top side) to the tip. Who is correct? Please hurry your answer, as the losers have to suck the winner’s dicks. Signed, Frat Guys

Dear Guys: Well first of all, I was under the impression you all were at college to get an education. That said, you and your two brothers are correct. Enjoy your blowjobs.

Dear Doctor: I think my wife is frigid. When we have sex, she just lays there and tells me to “get it over with.” It’s like masturbating in a vagina. I need your help! Signed, Hubby

Dear Hubby: You need to have a frank talk with your wife. I would also suggest counseling. If she refuses to go, then go by yourself. This is not normal.

Dear Doctor: I recently had surgery for an inguinal hernia. When I recovered from all the drugs they pumped into me, I discovered that they had shaved my pubic hair. Can they do that? Signed, Hairless

Dear Hairless: Chill my friend, your pubes will grow back. So how’s the scar looking?

Dear Doc: Remember me? My wife cut me off after she found me masturbating in the shower. It’s now been four weeks, and she refuses to budge. What now? Signed, Cut Off

Dear Cut: Tell the bitch to either put out or you’re walking out.

Dear Doctor: I am scheduled to have a vasectomy next Friday. Is there any possibility that I will be unable to get an erection after the procedure? I’m scared shitless! Signed, Snip & Clip

Dear Snip: Chill my friend. The odds that you will be unable to perform are nil.

Dear Doctor: My younger sister confided in me that she would like to have sex with my best friend. Before that occurs however, she wants to see an erect penis (mine) so she knows what to expect. What do you think of this arrangement? Signed, Big Brother

Dear Big: I think this arrangements stinks. You’re on your own on this one pal. But if you do agree to go through with this, I think she should at least show you her tits.

Dear Doc: I’m eighteen and still live at home. When doing my laundry, my Mom found cum stains in my underwear and told my Dad. He made me go to confession where the priest slapped me with 10 Hail Mary’s. I didn’t think the punishment fit the crime. What do you think? Signed, Stained

Dear Stained: I agree with you. Next time take a box of tissues to bed with you. Dear Doctor: There’s an extremely good looking guy at the office who I am very attracted to. Frankly, I’d like to have sex with him. How do I get this guy into bed? He doesn’t seem to interested in anything but work. Signed, On the Hunt

Dear Hunt: You might try asking him for a date. What’s to lose? Let me know. I care.

Dear Doc: Against your advice, I let my sister see my erect penis. After I zipped up my pants, I asked to see her tits (at your suggestion). The bitch slapped me in the face. Thanks, dick head. Signed, Big Brother

Dear Big: Well, it was worth a shot. Some you win, some you lose.

Dear Doctor: I’m a twenty-four year old guy, and have been dating this girl for about six-weeks. We’re getting pretty serious. Last night after dinner, we went to my apartment for coffee. I suggested we “get to it” (if you get my drift). She refused, but offered to give me a hand job, which I readily accepted. Doc, it was the most erotic sexual moment of my life. You would not believe the load I produced. So why don’t I get the same satisfaction when I jack off myself? Signed, Hand Job

Dear Hand: I suspect it’s the excitement of having another hand do the work for you. Not to worry, just enjoy!

Dear Doctor: I took your advice and asked the guy at the office for a date, which he accepted. We went to an afternoon movie and had an early dinner at a sidewalk café. It was very romantic. Wanting to get in his pants, I suggested we go to my apartment and “see what came up.” He refused, saying that his religion precluded him from having pre-marital relations. I thought this attitude went out with the Stone Age. Signed, On the Hunt

Dear Hunt: Apparently not. As I said previously, some you win, some you lose. You lost.

Dear Doctor: My sister tossed her husband (my brother-in-law) out of their apartment after a heated argument. Feeling sorry for the bastard, I invited him to stay with me while things “cooled” down. Anyway, that night we got drunk and ended up in bed together having man-to-man sex. My brother-in-law is now back with my sister, but keeps calling me wanting to “get together”. How should I handle this? Signed, Brother-in-Law

Dear Brother: Tell the guy that if he doesn’t stop calling, you will tell your sister that he’s queer. That ought to stop the calls.

Dear Doc: My sister and I married two brothers in a dual ceremony. This morning over coffee, my sister asked how my sex life was going. I confessed that my husband “Brad” was a bit short in the dick department. My sister offered up her husband “Scott”, so I could see what a real man was all about. While my husband was away on a business trip, “Scott” came over and we had sex, if you could call it that. “Scott” is no bigger than “Brad”. Both have about a seven inch penis. I feel cheated. What should I do? Signed, Short Changed

Dear Short: Are you kidding me? Your expectations are slightly unrealistic. Seven inches is about all you’re going to get. Now shut up.

Dear Doc: My sister apologized for slapping me in the face when I asked to see her tits after she had examined my erect penis. In the meantime, she had sex with my best friend, who has now asked for a blowjob from her. She wants to “practice” on me before she accommodates my buddy. Do you think I ought to do this? Signed, Big Brother

Dear Brother: Up to you pal, but I still say she should still show you her tits!

Dear Doc: I’m about to enter college and had to have a physical exam. My Dad took me to the Doctor’s office and sat in during the exam. During the “cough test”, I popped a boner, which did not go unnoticed by my Dad. On the way home, he yelled at me and wanted to know if I’m queer (I am not). He’s still pissed, saying it was the most embarrassing moment of his life (mine too). How do I convince him I am not gay? Signed, Popped One

Dear Popped: Getting an erection during the examination of the genitals is not uncommon. Believe me, most Doctors have seen this more than once. Next time, leave Dad in the waiting room and tell him to chill.

Dear Doc: I’m a thirty year-old single guy. Recently my company required me to have a physical exam. The doctor asked me whether I was sexually active, to which I responded “I wish.” He then asked how often I masturbated. I think this was over the top. What say you? Signed, Horney

Dear Horney: First, I don’t think it’s unusual for the doctor to ask about your sexual health. That said, how often you masturbate is probably none of his business.

Dear Doctor: On a recent business trip to the west coast, I decided to make a surprise visit to my dad (he’s divorced from mom). Upon arrival at his home, there was no answer, so I let myself in with a house key I had. To my surprise, I caught my dad in the shower with another man. When we talked about the incident later, he admitted that he was gay. Now I think I might have the “gay gene.” Can that be? Signed, Maybe Queer

Dear Maybe: There is no such thing. Where’d you come up with this shit anyway? Chill.

Dear Doctor: I’m forty years-old, married, and have what I believe is a normal sex life with my wife. For some unknown reason, I have a desire to have sex with a guy, just to see what it’s like. There’s a young man in our office who I think is gay. Should I just ask him to have sex with me? What do you suggest? Signed, Bi-sexual

Dear Bi: You THINK he might be gay? What is he’s not? I suggest you find a reason to have a drink or two after work with him and see where this goes. Let me know. I care.

Hey Doc: For my thirtieth birthday, my wife gave me a gift certificate for a massage. When I showed up for my appointment, I was told to disrobe and lay flat on the massage table. Once the masseuse had done my back side, he flipped me over and continued with the massage. With about fifteen minutes left on my appointment, he asked if I wanted a “happy ending.” Not knowing what that was, I said OK. And then he commenced to masturbate me! What should I have done? Signed, Jacked Off

Dear Jacked: Obviously you were uncomfortable with the situation, and should have told the masseuse to stop. So how was your hand job?

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At Last! A Blowjob!

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At Sea With Carter, Part 2

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At Sea With Carter, Part 3

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Brig Time for Me

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Can't Cum? See Your Doctor!

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Can't Cum? Hey! See Your Doctor!

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Caught By My Wife!

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Clyde, Louise & Wilber

I grew up on a small farm in a very strict environment. There was no drinking, smoking, swearing, and certainly no talk of sex. My folks dragged me to church at every opportunity. Father had no tolerance for misbehavior. One time, he caught my older brother smoking behind the barn. He whipped him something fierce that same afternoon. I don’t think my brother ever smoked again. The day

Clyde, Louise, & Wilber

I grew up on a small farm in a very strict environment. There was no drinking, smoking, swearing, and certainly no talk of sex. My folks dragged me to church at every opportunity. Father had no tolerance for misbehavior. One time, he caught my older brother smoking behind the barn. He whipped him something fierce that same afternoon. I don’t think my brother ever smoked again. The day

Coach & Me, Part 1

As one of the top high school wrestlers in the state, it went without saying that an athletic scholarship would be mine for the asking. Three universities were competing for my talents. And after careful consideration, I made my selection, packed my bags, and headed out for college. The first week of college was devoted to getting familiarized with the campus, selecting classes, and making

Coach & Me, Part 2

When we last left Parker, he was finishing up his freshman year at state college, having participated on the wrestling team. Due to an early injury, the coach had nursed him back to health, using systematic massage therapy sessions, which included an occasional blowjob. We now continue with our story… *** Returning to the university in the fall, I once again signed up to a member of the

Coach & Me, Part 3

Parker is now a junior at the university. Continuing with our story … *** The wrestling team had now grown to fourteen members in my junior year. Once again, we all gathered in the practice room at the beginning of the semester. And once again, we had a new coach. Seems the alumni association had fired the last one, again due to his inability to bring home a state championship. It

Coach & Me, Part 4

When last we left Parker, he was heading to his senior year on the wrestling team. Our story continues … Finally I was a senior. Hot shit, to say the least. Regretfully our wrestling team had failed to win a state championship during my stay at the university. Frankly, I thought it was because we never had consistent coaching. This would be the fourth coach in as many years. There we

Coach Takes a Hands On Approach

“Oay men! Hit the showers! Slade, you come with me to the office!” The Friday afternoon swim practice for the varsity men had just been concluded. My star swimmer, Slade, was clearly a disappointment. This was my first year coaching at the university, and it was vitality important that the team perform well. Slade followed me into the office, where I shut the door and took a seat at my

Dad & Danny - Sex Education

This is a work of fiction – enjoy! Growing up, I was your basic nerd. Having no friends, I spent most of my time reading, playing the piano, or working on the computer. I had no interest in sports whatsoever, nor did I participate in any after school activities. Being an only child, my parents pretty well protected me from the bad influences of human behavior, which was fine with me.

Discipline Unit #1

Growing up, I was your basic juvenile delinquent. If there was a car to be stolen, it was gone together with everything in it. Several of my buddies broke into a house one time and stole stereo equipment, jewelry, and all the liquor we could haul. It became a thrill just to steal. Luckily, we had never been caught…until our senior year in high school. To make this part of the story short,

Enlarge This Dick!

As a young college student in a large metropolitan city, I was always looking for an easy way to make a buck. Just to meet incidental expenses, you know. And I positively refused to work at a fast food joint, flipping burgers. One Sunday morning I was cruising through the classified adds in the newspaper, under the heading “Part Time.” And there it was…an intriguing ad. “Wanted: Men ages

Examination of the Police Force, Part 1

After graduation from medical school and participating in the required intern and residency programs, I established my practice. Mainly, my focus was on sports medicine together with occasional men’s health issues. Into my second year of practice, I had plenty of business to make a comfortable living. Luckily, I was able to share office space with a psychiatrist. We also shared a

Examination of the Police Force, Part 2

“The police officer is here for his physical exam Doctor,” said the receptionist, as she handed me the paperwork. “Oh yeah, right,” I said, “Just put him in the exam room.” It was the second cop that month. I read over the paper work. A 51-year-old man, married, two grown children. Been on the force 25 years, mainly as a patrolman. Damn! Next time I hope they send me a rookie. The younger

Examination of the Police Force, Part 3

Several weeks later, I noticed another cop had scheduled an exam for the next day. Unlike the first two, the police administration office had sent some paperwork regarding this individual. The cop was actually a cadet, who had to pass the physical in order to be certified as a full time police officer. Didn’t seem like an issue at the time. It was Friday, at 7:30 am. The receptionist had

Examination of the Police Force, Part 4

I was extremely pissed. My 3:30 pm appointment had not materialized. It was now 4 pm. It is rare that I schedule a physical exam so late in the day, but I made an exception because it was part of the contract with the Police Department. I instructed the receptionist that, if the cop ever showed up, put him in the exam room and let me know. In the mean time, I decided to catch up on the daily

Examination of the Police Force, Part 5

It was Wednesday morning. The schedule was packed in the morning, what with several sports injuries that had to be dealt with. After lunch, yet another policeman would be coming for his physical. Hope he didn’t have an attitude like the last one, or some fat slob like the second one. Hopefully, I’d be done by 3 pm, as I was planning to take the remainder of the week off…play some golf, and

Examination of the Police Force, Part 6

Having just returned from vacation, I was having re-entry problems. After a busy Monday morning, the receptionist informed me that another cop was scheduled for a physical exam at 3 pm. Maybe I needed to reevaluate my contract with the police administration office…I really didn’t need the business, although the money was nothing to sneeze about…just the time it took to do the exams. I was

Examination of the Police Force, Part 7

After examining the last cop, I decided that perhaps it would be best to terminate my relationship with the police force. I quickly reviewed the terms of the contract and luckily found a clause, which would allow me to cancel. I therefore had the receptionist draft a cancellation letter (the contract required 5 days written notice). In the meantime, and unbeknownst to me, an appointment had

Future Father In-Law Examination

After returning to college after the holiday break, I was introduced to Michelle by one of my fraternity brothers. My name is Gary. God she was pretty…and smart. Michelle and I fell in love immediately. We were both in our senior year and would be graduating in May. I couldn’t believe the luck I’d had, finding the perfect girl. By early March, Michelle and I decided to get married

Guilty or Innocent?

To make a long story short, the police arrested me on a Monday morning for allegedly forcing a young woman (hereafter referred to as ‘bitch’ or ‘cunt’) to perform oral sex in the restroom of a mid-town bar. Unfortunately, I just happened to be at the bar where the incident occurred, which wasn’t a good sign. Fortunately, I had an attorney friend who not only bailed me out of jail, but also

Guilty or Innocent?

To make a long story short, the police arrested me on a Monday morning for allegedly forcing a young woman (hereafter referred to as ‘bitch’ or ‘cunt’) to perform oral sex in the restroom of a mid-town bar. Unfortunately, I just happened to be at the bar where the incident occurred, which wasn’t a good sign. Fortunately, I had an attorney friend who not only bailed me out of jail, but also

Hemorrhoids and a Hard-On

I absolutely, positively, had to do something about my hemorrhoids. The pain was awful! And the scratching was disgusting! I must have the most ugly butt hole on the planet! Something had to be done! Not having seen a doctor since my college days, naturally I was apprehensive to start now. And notwithstanding that fact, I didn’t even have a regular physician. Certainly, I wasn’t going to

Masturbation Therapy

Having been married for about 10 years with two kids, my wife and I decided it was time for me to have a vasectomy. She had been on the pill, but was unhappy with the side effects. Additionally, my wife was scared to death of having another child, which resulted in infrequent sexual intercourse. This is pretty tough on a 30-year-old still horny bastard. At least my wife would give me several

Military Doc, Part 1

During my senior year in college, one of my professors suggested I attend medical school. I was a smart kid, and would graduate with a degree in biology. The trouble with this suggestion however, was the fact I had no money. There was a solution however, and that was to let the military pay for med school, knowing full well I’d have to commit to eight years in the army. Well, one does what

Military Doc, Part 2

After spending one year in the middle of nowhere, I was transferred back state side. After my arrival however, I decided being on an isolated base in the Pacific wasn’t so bad after all. The military medical facility I was assigned was very large and filled with a multitude of doctors. Upon my arrival, I was ushered into the office of the head physician. I was about to learn he was a

Military Doc, Part 3

After a year of hell working stateside for General “shit head”, I got transferred to a medium sized military base in Europe. This was now my third year of my eight-year commitment to the military. Time was going very slowly. Upon my arrival at the base, I was assigned to emergency room duties. This was okay with me, as it would give me some additional experience as well as allow me to

Military Doc, Part 4

It was my fourth year of indentured servitude with the Military medical team. I really wasn’t too anxious to leave Europe, but didn’t have a choice when reassigned to a stateside facility on the west coast. The base was a combination of various functions, including a recruitment and high-tech training center. I would be working in the hospital, making rounds and sometimes alternating in the

Military Doc, Part 5

It was the beginning of my fifth year as a military doctor. I was somewhat concerned that nothing had been said regarding a transfer, although my current assignment at a west coast facility was okay with me. The warm weather suited me just fine. On a Monday morning, the chief medical officer called me to his office. “Major, we’d like you to stay in this area. Would that be acceptable?”

Military Doc, Part 6

So here I am in year six of my commitment to the military, which landed me on the east coast at a large medical facility. At first I was assigned to the emergency room, where I dealt mainly with military dependents. This was basically shit duty, particularly dealing with officer’s wives and their spoiled children. Everyone thinks they’re special. After several months of the emergency room,

Military Doc, Part 7

It was now year seven of my military obligation. Two more years to go, and I’d be out on my own and hopefully making some serious money. I’d had about enough military as any one individual should have to take in a lifetime. Leaving the east coast, the military transferred me to sunny Florida. I was assigned to a small base of approximately 1,500 men and women. I wasn’t quite sure what the

Military Doc, Part 8

Finally! This was the final year of my military career! I started out marking off the days on the calendar, but discontinued that practice after it became clear it was only prolonging the agony! My last assignment was back to the west coast, where I was put in charge of the recruitment center. Among other duties, it was my charge to ensure all the hunky young recruits were in the best of

My Friend Skip - Part 1

After twenty years of marriage, my wife and I decided to divorce. We had simply grown apart. She had her life and I had mine. Being the nice guy, I moved out and settled into an apartment. I decided that women were nothing but trouble, and thus made no effort to find female companionship. Five months after the divorce, my life was less than perfect. After work, I would typically stop by

My Prostate Exam

“Okay, sir…if you’ll just stand up and lift your gown, we’ll finish your exam.” So there I was, practically naked, standing before a doctor I’d never seen before. After turning 40 years of age, my employer insisted I have a complete physical exam. I lifted the skimpy gown, exposing my manhood to the doctor, who had rolled up a small stool, put on some gloves, and took a seat. “Just relax,

Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 1

To make a long story short, I grew up in a totally dysfunctional household. My parents were the town drunks, which meant I had little or no supervision. Nor did I have any siblings to hang out with. Nor did we have any money to speak of. My dad worked odd jobs and made just enough money to survive on. Of course there was always money for liquor. By the way, my name is Cooper, but they call

Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 2

Part 2 Arriving at the training base, I checked in with the officer of the day who assigned me to a barracks. “You’ll be bunking temporarily upstairs in this building with a sergeant. We’re out of room in the barracks you’re suppose to be in.” I grabbed my stuff, headed upstairs, and found my room. It was somewhat small, with two bunks, two closets, several chairs, a small couch, and a

Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 3

Part 3 The following morning, I boarded a Military Air Command flight heading east. I loved California and was in hopes I would be able to return. I was sitting in the back of the plane, next to a black lieutenant. About 70 minutes into the flight, the pilot came on the public address system, “Gentlemen, we have a slight problem with the aircraft, and I’m going to make an unscheduled

Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 4

Part 4 The morning after I sucked off the corporal in the steam room, I headed to the warehouse, wondering if the corporal would make good on his promise. Once at the warehouse, we all lined up for roll call and the corporal started to make assignments for the day. Then it came my turn. “Cooper … report to the office. I have a job for you.” Yeah, I’ll bet … a blowjob. As I broke ranks

Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 5

Part 5 The following morning, I headed to the infirmary for my physical exam that the sergeant had explained was necessary for my promotion to corporal. I’d had a physical at military basic training that was run like a cattle car where 20 naked men were humiliated by overzealous medics. I remember several guys got a hardon, which was not overlooked by the medics. Once at the infirmary, I

Sir! Yes Sir!, Part 6

Part 6 Arriving in California, I took the military bus from the airport to the base where this all started. In addition to a recruitment center, the base also served other functions such as logistics and commissioned officer training. Nothing much had changed at the base since I had left. Once on the base, I headed to the administration building to check in. There was a corporal at the

Sports Medicine

Our next installment takes a strange and bizarre twist. A newly married coed (and apparently a nymphomaniac at that) consults with our doctor about her bridegroom’s poor performance in bed. It was late in the spring semester and I was looking forward to taking a break during the summer months. Being a doctor can be stressful, and perhaps it’d be a good idea to get away for a while. It was

Sports Medicine, Part 1

After graduation from medical school, I was very fortunate to join a group of doctors who had a thriving practice in a mid-sized university town. In fact, our offices were just opposite the university. They call me Doctor. I specialized in sports medicine, which generally deals with aches and pains such as tennis elbow, torn ligaments, and the like. Other doctors in the group all have their

Sports Medicine, Part 2

Picking up on our story, the doctor returns to the gymnasium for a second examination of three swimmers. Saturday morning arrived and I was flushed with excitement. Basically, I had tricked the coach into a second examination of three of his men, all of whom had the potential to pop a boner during a physical examination. Showing up at the gymnasium at 10:45am, I met with the coach. He

Sports Medicine, Part 3

Continuing with our story, the doctor examines the coach, who has not had a physical exam since college. “Ah … coach … how ya do’in? The coach sat on the exam table, ready for his examination. “Yeah … I’m fine, but not too happy about this. Can we get this over with?” “Sure, coach … if you’ll just disrobe, we’ll get started.” The coach got up and commenced removing his clothes.

Sports Medicine, Part 4

When we last left our good doctor, the assistant football coach had called concerned about the sexual maturity of his star line backer. I agreed to come to the gym that afternoon to assess the situation. “Well coach, what’s the problem?” The assistant football coach was a tall, well built man … looked like he might have been in the Marine Corps, what with all the tattoos on his massive arms.

Sports Medicine, Part 5

The medical practice is open on Saturday, basically to serve those patients who might have some difficulty arranging for an appointment during the week, due to work commitments. I had pulled Saturday duty, which didn’t necessarily bother me, given the fact all the doctors alternated … plus, any doctor who worked on Saturday was off on the following Monday. It was generally a busy day and I’d

Sports Medicine, Part 6

The spring semester had ended, and the university had quickly emptied out. It was pretty boring without all the college kids around in the summer, but the clinic kept busy. Mostly, I saw middle age men with sports injuries of one kind or another. It always amazes me how 40 year old men still think they’re 18 years old, only to find their bodies won’t tolerate the abuse we all could take when a

Sports Medicine, Part 7

It was late in the spring semester and I was looking forward to taking a break during the summer months. Being a doctor can be stressful, and perhaps it’d be a good idea to get away for a while. It was early afternoon on a Thursday, and I’d just finished up examining the Assistant Dean of the university. He was a thirty something guy, in reasonably good health. I needed to watch myself with

State Trooper, Part 1

Part 1 – A fictional story. Ever since I can remember, the thought of being a state highway patrolman consumed me. I think it had something to do with watching all those old highway patrol movies from the ‘50s and ‘60s that got me going. The absolute thrill of tracking down a criminal and putting them behind bars sent chills up my spine. It would be my job to personally hunt down every

State Trooper, Part 2

Part 2 – A fictional story. After a brief vacation back home with my folks, I headed to the state capitol to begin the eight-week training course to become a highway patrolman. Man, was I excited! My dream had come true! However, I continued to remind myself that this wasn’t a done deal yet. While it was true the highway patrol only accepted one out of every five applicants, it was also

State Trooper, Part 3

Part 3 – A fictional story. The following Monday, I was assigned a patrol car along with a specific area of the interstate highway, which amounted to about 25 miles. My job was simply to drive north 25 miles, turn around, and return south. I was free to run radar, or simply cruise the highway. It was suggested however, that an abundance of traffic violations would add to the state coffers.

State Trooper, Part 4

Part 4 – A fictional story. On Saturday, I called Rick’s sister … her name was Beth … and arranged to meet her on Sunday afternoon at a small restaurant in the suburbs. By meeting her there, we both would have the opportunity to leave, should it be necessary to do so. Beth told me what she’d be wearing, so I’d be able to recognize her. Once at the restaurant, I immediately spotted Beth

State Trooper, Part 5

The following week, Rick didn’t say a word about our previous Sunday afternoon activities. I couldn’t figure out if this was a one-time event or if Rick would hold me hostage because he was my supervising sergeant. I made an attempt to call Beth several times and left messages. Because she didn’t call me back, I made the assumption she had moved on to someone else. Just as well, I guess.

State Trooper, Part 6

The south patrol was totally dysfunctional. Sergeant Adams was a crusty old fart, having served on the patrol for over thirty years. His gut hung over his belt and he was generally unkempt. The men in the south patrol however, were a bunch of tough bastards and didn’t take any shit from anyone. Because of the crime infested area, there were two men to each patrol car, which gave me some

State Trooper, Part 7

After catching Tyrone and Sergeant Adams going at it, I kicked both of them out of my apartment. This was a very unfortunate incident, but not exactly my fault … now was it? I was somewhat reluctant to return to the South Patrol for duty, but really didn’t have much of a choice. When checking my box for any mail, I discovered that Sergeant Adams had reassigned me to the East Patrol, which

The Sergeant Re-enlists - Part 3

This is a story of fiction … enjoy! Part 3 – The Sergeant meets his Captain … and gets a new assignment. I left the clinic after my physical exam at about 1100 hours, so it was a good time to get some early chow at the mess hall. I reminded myself that the appointment with my new Captain was at 1500 hours. After lunch, I returned to the barracks, hoping the Corporal was not there. He

The Sergeant Re-enlists, Part 1

This is a work of fiction … enjoy! PART ONE – The Sergeant Gets Transferred After serving nearly twenty years in the military, it was time to make a decision. Should I re-up for another four years, or call it quits? Given the geo-political climate, I certainly didn’t want to end up wounded in a war, or perhaps dead! I had enlisted shortly after my high school graduation, so at only

The Sergeant Re-enlists, Part 2

This is a work of fiction…enjoy! PART TWO – The Sergeant has a Physical Exam I awoke about 0600 hours, only to hear the Corporal in the shower. He had made up his rack already and I noticed his uniform was laid out. I had to pee. Entering the bathroom, the Corporal stuck his head out from the Shower. “Hey! Good morning Sergeant!” I stood at the urinal. ”Yeah! Morning Corporal!”

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