Gay Erotic Stories

I had gotten a job at a bookstore a few months before, but couldn't figure out why I kept getting a sore, constricted, throat. So off I went to see my doctor one weekday afternoon. When I arrived I discovered a note saying he was on vacation and referring patients to the doctor across the hall while my doctor was away. I walked over and the receptionist said the doctor could see me shortly, so I sat down and waited. I was in my mid twenties at the time, a quiet shy young man, six foot, brown eyes and a slim build. I waited quietly and went into the examination room when told. The doctor came in and sat down to ask me some questions. He was a nice looking middle aged man, soft spoken. He asked me about my symptoms and felt my throat. He said it was probably an allergy to the dust on the books but that he would like to check my glands, just to be sure it wasn't something else. He had me sit on the examination table and looked at my throat. He said they were swollen and that he would check me over. He had me remove my shirt, listened to my chest and checked the glands under my arms. I never dreamed anything was up, when he asked me to lie down on the table and loosen my belt. He started to check the glands in my upper groin and cautiously slipped my pants down over my hips. He said he would need to check my testicles and lowered my underwear. I was starting to feel a little light headed by this time and just nodded as he began his examination. He slowly felt each of my balls and would put a finger behind my testicles and slowly move each of them around. By this time my penis had started to thicken and lengthen, but still he kept up his examination, moving his fingers from one place to another. He started to ask me questions in a quiet voice; I don't remember what he said only that now his hand was on my erection, slowly moving it up and down. The feeling caused my breathing to quicken and as his hand moved quicker so did my pulse. The thrill of the moment came over me as I went orgasmic into his hand and onto my chest. He quietly cleaned the cum off my chest, and asked me to get dressed. It turned out I am allergic to the dust on the books, but not to going to the doctor.