Gay Erotic Stories

When he walked up to me, he barely dared to look me in the face. He mostly looked down and had a general evasive expression on his face. I estimated him in his early thirties, an age where men usually weren’t nervous to see a doctor anymore. I simply smiled and introduced myself. “Dr Bobby Cho. Nice to meet you.” I gestured for him to walk ahead into my office. And as could be expected, his so far perfect physique was capped off by a juicy pair of melons for his ass, which filled out the jeans to an extent the seams must have been holding on for dear life.

As he sat down, he looked around nervously, avoiding eye contact with me. I sat down by my desk and turned my chair so I could face him. I looked him in the face and wondered about his ethnicity, but didn’t dare ask. “So, what can I help you with?” From looking at a blank wall, he jerked his head toward me. But as soon as we made eye contact, his head turned to face the wall again. “Uhm. OK. So. I have issues with… body sensitivity, I guess. I’ve been to a few doctors and they couldn’t really help me. And I’ve heard you’re the expert. So I drove up from Providence, Rhode Island.” “Rhode Island?” I was confused. “Can you tell me how this body sensitivity is bothering you?” “Well… OK. So… I have some trouble with…”, he sighed, “premature ejaculation sometimes.” I silently nodded. All this time he wasn’t looking at me as he spoke. “And… I get erections when they’re not wanted. Randomly, but most of all when I’m nervous or scared. And I don’t know why. Please make it stop.” Even during this last sentence he looked at the floor.

“OK, Jonny,” I felt like we were on a first name basis, “let me examine your body first. Just to check your regular functions, to see if I find anything that could be linked to your unwanted arousal and ejaculations.” He stayed silent and looked away. “Is that OK?” “Yeah, I guess.” He sat still. “Could you remove all your clothes?” Now he looked at me again. “All of them?” “Yes. It is necessary for the exam.” “Completely naked?” “Uh huh.” He inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to relax himself.

I wrote some information down on my notepad but at the same time took quick peeks over to Jonny as he kicked off his shoes and lifted his shirt over his head. A beautiful fitness model-type body appeared from under there. He had six-pack abs, a large, wide chest with big, round nipples. He was shaven completely smooth. He kept taking deep breaths, he was clearly very nervous. He undid his belt and had to pull down his jeans across his big butt and thighs. He wore black and white stripey trunks for underwear, which already showed a large protruding bulge. Once the jeans were completely off he stopped. “OK. So. I am a gay man. I find you very attractive. And as I said, I get aroused when I am nervous.” He sighed. “This is embarrassing. Uhm… The more nervous I get, the more embarrassed I get, the more sensitive I am.” “That’s OK”, I said, trying to comfort him. “I’m so sensitive… I’ll be honest, one time I had a general complete physical at my doctor’s office, and I was having my genitalia examined and from being so nervous and so sensitive, I ejaculated.” “I’m sure you’ll be fine. Even if it happens, it is no big deal, it has happened here before.” That was no lie. I politely smiled at him, hoping to reassure him. And finally the underwear came down and a hard-on bounced into sight. A nice, beefy, thick, uncut hard-on. I would estimate it about 6’’ (15cm), but it was particularly thick around. His balls were bigger than average as well.

I gestured for him to sit on the exam table and I just started to check his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth. I did his blood pressure, texted his reflexes, and I could tell he was slowly relaxing. The hard-on went from pointing right at the ceiling, slowly softening till it rested on his big smooth balls. I put my hand on his shoulder to check his joints, and in a matter of seconds, Jonny’s dick twitched and throbbed and was erect once again just from my hand on his bare shoulder. Then I had to get out the stethoscope. My hand rested on his chest as I made him take deep breaths in and out. I listened to his heart and his lungs, putting the stethoscope and a few different places, but avoiding touching his nipples. But they looked so big and beautiful, I couldn’t resist to lay the stethoscope on his chest one final time and brush his nip with the tips of my three largest fingers. “Oh!” I heard Jonny’s high-pitched surprise as his body backed away from me. “Oh no!” White jets of cum squirted out of his cock without either of us touching it, landing on his chest, stomach, thighs and balls, the rest streaming down his member. He was breathing heavily as his face turned beet red. “Don’t worry about it”, I said. I got some Kleenex and cleaned him up. He seemed mortified and didn’t dare look at me now. He said nothing.

“So would you say it is your whole body that seems overly sensitive to you, not just the genital area?” “Some parts of my body more than others, obviously.” “OK.” “You know what it is? What I hate is that it’s shame that causes the erection and the orgasm. It is such a bad feeling, even though an orgasm is supposed to feel good. It just hardly ever does for me.” “I understand.” I had cleaned all the cum off of him and knew I had to continue with a genital exam. His cock was still rock hard. “OK, now I have to examine your genitals. Please stand up and try to relax.”

Jonny stood up and took deep breaths. His cock curved to his left and forward. “Let’s see if I can find the cause here”, I said. I examined his balls and everything seemed normal. I asked him about self-exams. He seemed unaware. I told him about checking for lumps and showed him how. His cock finally seemed to come down bit by bit. Then I turned to examine his penis and suddenly his whole body tensed up. “Uhh. Ah…” He made some quiet sounds as he inhaled. I could feel his cock get hard in my hands. He put his hand on mine to try and get me to pull away. “It’s fine, just relax”, I said. He put his hands up, covering his eyes. “Uh… Uh… Uh”, he moaned softly as his body bucked. His hips were thrusting forward and again his cock pulsed and shot out thick streams of cum. This time it ended up on my hands and on the floor. I swear to God, it was the hottest thing I had ever seen. This guy just came twice within a few minutes and thought he had a problem. He had a lack of control, sure, but that is what made it so hot to me. “I am so embarrassed”, he said. “Honestly, don’t worry about it. You aren’t the first and you certainly won’t be the last.” I got out the Kleenex again and cleaned up after him. The smell of his cum now filled the room.

By the time I had cleaned up his cum, his dick was soft. It was now a humble 3 inches (7cm). His balls were looking especially huge by comparison. He was still a perfect physical specimen, with his built body and handsome face. He stood awkwardly, waiting for me to finish. I could not resist to do one more exam on him. “Jonny, now all I have to check is your prostate. Could you please turn around and bend over the table?”

He did as he was told and his big, smooth butt was now facing me. My cock had been rock hard since Jonny’s first ejaculation, but now I felt my precum starting to stain my underwear. I kept looking at him as I put my latex glove on my right hand. His hole was shaven smooth and as he bent over all the way I could just about make it out. His big cheeks ballooned out so wide that I had to hold his ass with one hand. Just to grab his one cheek felt so good, I thought I was going to have a handsfree orgasm of my own.

“I’m just going to apply some lubricant, this may feel a little cold”, I said. He didn’t even flinch as I lubed up his hole. “Now take a deep breath in… And out.” As Jonny breathed out I pushed my finger in gently. “Oh my gosh”, he said. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.” I felt his body tense up once again as I felt around with my gloved finger. His ass, as if on autopilot backed up and fucked my finger up and down. He held on to the sides of the table with all his might. It’s as if he wasn’t aware that he was doing it, because soon enough he exclaimed, “Don’t make me… Please don’t make me… Ahh! Ah! Ah!” During this, I only pushed my finger in further, and, I’ll be honest, I had an orgasm. This very rarely happens to me, I have to say. And it was visible through my khakis. But this young man was so incredibly sexy to begin with, but the multiple handsfree orgasms just made him the ultimate man to me. I was fantasizing about taking him home to see how often I could make him cum just from me fucking him.

I snapped back to my professional self, and I pulled my finger out gently. “I am so, so sorry”, Jonny said. “Stay down, I need to clean you up back here first.” I threw away the glove and I wiped up the leftover lube. I quickly buttoned one button on my white coat, hoping he wouldn’t see my own mess. “OK, you can stand up.” He slowly stood up straight and turned around. Cum was dripping down his stomach and cock. “I got it all over the table”, he said. “Don’t worry. Here you go.” This time I just handed him the box of Kleenex.

Jonny got himself cleaned up as I sat down and typed in my findings on my computer. “You can get dressed”, I sternly said. I realized that now it was me who was avoiding eye contact. In my own twisted way, I now had a crush on this guy. But there was no way I could do or say anything. Though he wasn’t a regular patient of mine. And he was about to drive back to Rhode Island. But I didn’t have the guts to ask him out regardless. I snapped out of it to see him back in his striped T-shirt and tight grey jeans.

“So, yeah… I couldn’t find any physical cause for what is bothering you. Is it possible that this is a reaction to shame about your body or your sexual preferences? I mean, you are a gorgeous man, but…” Oh no. I think I just said too much. “You… you are also gay?” “Yes.” “And you think I am good-looking?” “I would think almost everyone would say you are good-looking.” For the first time that day I saw him smile. He had a much friendlier face now.

“So…”, I continued. “Do you reckon this could have a mental cause? Something that can be cured through sex therapy?” “I don’t know.” “Would you be willing to try?” “I… I guess.” I wrote down some names of sex therapists in the area. “So these are near here, maybe you can look up some closer to Providence. I really think they could help you with this.”

“Thank you, doctor. You are very nice and good-looking yourself.” I immediately knew I was blushing. We had crossed a boundary and I felt major chemistry. “Thank you.” Then I saw him scan down. “Did you cum too?”, he asked. I looked down and saw that because I was sitting down he could see the crotch of my khakis was stained. I quickly stood up. “Errr… Well…” “Oh my gosh, you did!” “Please accept my apologies for this, I know this is highly unprofessional.” “Well, yeah, but… did you cum because of me? Do you think I am that good-looking?” “Well, yes, I’ll admit this exam was highly arousing for me. I am sorry.” “You’re screwing with me. I made the hot doctor cum?” I looked at him and shrugged. “It’s true.”

“Look, I am not going to report you or anything”, he was now talking to me while looking at the floor again. “And if you already have a boyfriend, that’s OK too, but I would love to get dinner with you. You are a very sexy doctor and… well, if you already know about my problem and you’re still interested, that would be… just awesome.” He looked up now, so I could answer him straight to his face. “Absolutely.”

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