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Future Father In-Law Examination

by Blindside


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 following graduation. Yeah, it would be a quick courtship, but when you’re in love it really doesn’t matter.

I approached Michelle with the idea of having sexual intercourse, being the horny bastard I was. She wasn’t sure. Maybe later was her response. Then one Saturday night we were making out in the car and Michelle reached for my crotch and brought me to a full tilt erection. My cock was dying to escape. Michelle unzipped my pants and held my seven-inch rock hard-uncircumcised penis in her hand, slowing masturbating me. Before the evening was done, Michelle had given me a blowjob. I was sucking on her tits when I shot my load directly into her mouth. Michele devoured every drop. Later I tried to finger her cunt, but she said that was off limits for now.

Michelle loved my British accent. I was born in London to American parents, having lived there for the first eighteen years of my life. Being in the United States was like being in a foreign country, even though I was of course, a citizen. Actually, everyone loved my accent … the trouble was; it was they who had the accent, not me.

Being an old fashion guy with a British pedigree to boot, I told Michelle it would be necessary for me to ask her parents for her hand in marriage. “Oh, isn’t that sweet!” was her reply. To accomplish this, we decided to fly to her home on spring break and make the announcement. I would have preferred Mexico as my Spring Break destination, but time was running out.

It was a Saturday morning when Michelle and I flew to Texas for a weeklong stay with her parents and my future in-laws. Upon arrival and after the introductions, we drove to Michelle’s home in a very ritzy part of town. Michelle’s dad was a Doctor; her mom appeared to be a social butterfly.

Michelle and I crafted a plan for that night. Doctor “Ben” as he was called, and his wife would be taking us to the country club for dinner. While we would be waiting for dessert and coffee, Michelle would excuse herself. That would be my opportunity to ask permission to marry Michelle.

Just on queue, Michelle excused herself. Her parents and I chit chatted for several minutes, and then I blurted it out, in my most sophisticated British accent. “Michelle and I have decided to get married, but first I want your permission to do so,” was my line, having practiced it in my mind for the last two days. “Oh Ben!” said the mom, “Wasn’t that the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard?” I could tell the Doc was pleased as well. Michelle returned to the table, all smiles. She hugged and kissed her parents. It was then that I presented to Michele a 1.5 ct. solitaire diamond ring, set in platinum. Cost me a fortune. Mom flipped when she saw the stone. With dessert and coffee served, we finished the meal and returned home.

It’d been a long day. I had been deposited in the guest room on the opposite end of the hall from Michelle. In between was her parent’s room. Forget it Gary, I thought to myself. I could picture myself making love to Michelle for the first time, slipping my cock into her virgin vagina. Almost made me cum just thinking about it.

Sunday morning, Michelle and her mom went to church. The Doctor and I hung out, reading the paper and watching the talk shows. I wasn’t too big on church … hope that wouldn’t be a problem. After the girls returned from church, Mom fixed a light lunch since we were all still stuffed from our meal the previous evening.

The phone rang and the Doctor answered. Suddenly, he slammed down the phone. “God damn it!” said the Doc, “That bastard Sweeney cancelled our tennis match! I’ve had that court reserved all week!” He was pissed. “Doctor,” I said, “I’ll take his place if you like.” The Doctor was thrilled to have a tennis partner. I failed to mention that I had been a ball boy at Wimbledon all during high school, and would probably pound his ass on the court.

Doc and I were exactly the same size, so he provided me with tennis clothes. He offered me a selection of racquets. We took a change of clothes, since we’d be meeting up with the girls for a 7 pm dinner.

We drove to the country club and entered the locker room. What a place! There was a steam room and whirlpool, not to mention the attendant who promptly took our gym bags and very neatly hung our clothes up. Doc and I headed to the courts.

I decided to let Doc beat me, although I was careful not to get smeared in the process. He actually was pretty good for an old fart. Game, Set, and Match were completed in a little over two hours. “Come on Gary, let’s hit the steam room,” said the Doc as we returned to the locker area.

I undressed and chucked the tennis clothes in a locker. The attendant handed me a large towel, which I wrapped around my now naked body. Doc was undressing next to me, grabbed the towel from the attendant and said, “follow me,” as we headed to the steam room. The Doc hadn’t bothered to do anything with the towel, walking across the room naked.

Doc opened the door to the steam room, jerked the towel off my body, and told me to enter. So there we sat across from each other on the benches, buck-naked. Doc kept looking at my uncut cock, as if he’d never seen one before. Doc’s dick was just a stubble, but at least it had produced Michelle or at least I assumed so. After twenty minutes in the steam room, the Doc and I went to the communal showers. I decided to tease the Doc a little bit, so I lathered up my crotch, pealed back my thick foreskin and cleansed my penis. Doc appeared fascinated with this little exercise.

We met up with the girls at 7 pm for dinner. Home by about 9pm, where Michelle and I watched TV and smooched on the couch when her parents weren’t looking. Michelle even rubbed my crotch several times in the process, setting the stage for a masturbation session that evening.

Michelle and I went shopping on Monday, looking for various things we’d need for the wedding. It was basically an uneventful day.

Doc returned from work about 8pm that evening. He had a general practice but also taught one class a week per semester at the med school. Doc looked disgusted and fixed a drink. Somewhere around 9pm, Doc asked if he could see me in his study. I guess this was going to be the “talk.” Like, “don’t even think of fucking my daughter until you’re married,” or something along those lines. I left Michelle and the TV and followed the Doc to his study. He shut the door.

“Gary,” said the Doc, “I got a big problem you can help me with.” “Sure,” I said, not having a clue as to his request. “Tomorrow”, continued the Doc, “I am teaching a class at the med school on the uncircumcised penis. The young man scheduled to be my patient has regretfully had to cancel, due to a death in the family. I noticed yesterday that you are uncut. Can you help me?” The Doc seemed desperate.

“Sure, I guess,” I said, “What should I expect?” Doc explained the procedure and promised not to embarrass me.

The next morning I rode with Doc to the med school. Upon arriving, Doc escorted me to a dressing area, just outside the small classroom. He asked me to disrobe. This is Doctor talk for get the fuck naked. Removing all my clothes, Doc had me jump up on a rolling exam table, where he covered me with a sheet except for my head. He then rolled me into the classroom, where six potential Doctors awaited. Thank God they were all men.

“Gather around gentleman,” the Doc ordered the class. Doc was on one side of the gurney with the med students on the remaining three. Doc removed the sheet, exposing my naked body. “This gentlemen, is an uncircumcised penis,” as he grabbed by dick and held it up. “Notice the foreskin and how it’s shaped around the gland,” the Doc continued. Then the Doc took both hands and stretched my foreskin down, exposing the head of my dick. Doc started talking technical stuff about the uncut dick, none of which I understood. In the mean time, I began to form an erection. This was going to be embarrassing for sure.

“Are their any questions?” asked Doc of the class. “Does the foreskin remain over the head of the penis during erection?” asked one of the students. “Not necessarily,” replied the Doc, “It depends on the thickness of the skin and shaft of the penis.” Another question, as my dick is now fully erect, foreskin still attached over my mushroom head. “During sexual intercourse, is there an advantage to having an uncut penis?” asked another student. “I don’t believe there are any conclusive studies on that,” replied the Doc.

“Notice the patient now has an erection, and as to the first question, the foreskin has remained in tact over the head of the penis,” said the Doc. “I want each of you to step forward and examine this young man’s foreskin,” the Doc ordered the class. This was not the deal, I thought, petrified at being man handled by six probably horny med students.

The first student ran his finger between the inside of my foreskin and head of my dick. It only accelerated my erection. The second student actually stretched the foreskin away from the head, apparently fascinated by what he was doing. The sixth and last student slid my foreskin down over my erect shaft, where is promptly stayed. By this point, my balls were aching something fierce, begging for the opportunity to release their contents.

“Hey Doc,” I said, “I think I’m about to cum.” All the students took a brief step back, as if I was in possession of a fire hose. “That’s fine Gary, any time you’re ready,” said the Doc, as all eyes of the students were fixated on my manhood. Within the next fifteen seconds, my dick started to twitch uncontrollably, as I released several shots of cum. For some reason I was sweating. My dick immediately went limp.

“Now then gentlemen,” said the Doc, “Notice that some sperm has been trapped between the gland and foreskin”, as the Doc pealed back my now sensitive member. Several of the students looked at each other, nodding in agreement with the Doctor. “This is why it’s important for your uncircumcised male patients to keep this area extremely clean,” the Doc concluded as he dismissed the group.

Doc and I returned to his residence, and thanked me profusely for my participation in his class. “Just another life experience,” I said as we arrived home. The girls had gone shopping, so Doc and I went to the club to play tennis. I whipped his ass.

Prior to the wedding, Michelle agreed to have sex with me. We fucked like minks the entire month of May. She also became a champion cocksucker, fascinated with my thick (and apparently famous) foreskin. I told her about my med school experience. She was positively horrified that her Dad had actually touched my dick!

Michelle and I were married in June at an elaborate ceremony, all planned by Michelle and her mother. My folks even came from England. The reception was held at the country club and must have cost a fortune. Doc and his wife gave Michelle and I a bundle of money as a wedding present, which was enough for a down payment on a house.

Because I had majored in biology, Doc talked me into attending medical school, paying for the entire four years. After graduation, I specialized in…you guessed it… urology!


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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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