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I have always been in good shape...sports since I was a kid. I have never been very tall - only 5'-6" - but I have been muscular ever since I became a extremely involved in gymnastics. I even made the State team! I knew that I would never be Olympic material, and that was okay. I went from 120lbs to 170lbs of muscle over the course of a couple of years. After my competing prime had passed, I just maintained my physical shape the best that I could.

Part of that regime was the annual physical. I had moved from one city to another to start my Graduate degree in Architecture, and I needed to find a good GP. I received a couple of referrals and called up one and made an appointment to see him. In addition to my general exam, I had also noticed a strain in my groin that occasionally caused my balls to ache...I thought that I either had a problem or I just wasn't dumping my load enough! Regardless, I wanted to have it checked just for peace of mind.

I scheduled my appointment for the end of the day on a Wednesday, and showed up to a deserted reception room. The nurse checked me in, filled out the required forms, and had me wait in the exam room. I heard her tell the Doctor that she was leaving and that he had his last patient in room 4. I heard her leave and then I heard him say good bye to the other patient and lock the door behind him. After a few minutes, he opened the door and came into my room. I think my blood pressure shot up 100 points. Everyone said that he was hot, but he was beyond my expectations!

He came in, introduced himself as "Andre" and sat down. We discussed the usual details, then he asked me to undress. He sat and wrote in my file while I stripped down to my boxers, then he asked me to sit on the table. While we were doing the standard procedures, he was complementing me on my build and asked about my athletic background. He said that he was impressed that I was able to stay in such good shape. All through the exam, he kept touching me and leaving his hand on me for extended periods.... gripping my biceps, squeezing my shoulder, resting his hand on my leg. Of course, my cock was growing and the front of my boxers began to tent out. I just hoped he wouldn't ask me to stand up where it would be obvious.

He asked if I would mind if he examined my skin for unusual marks, such as moles, etc, before he looked at my groin strain. I told him that I would appreciate it and to go ahead. He ran his wonderfully solid, yet soft hands across my back - lightly touching my skin with his fingertips. He let out a laugh that my hair was standing on end. He then proceeded around to my front and did the same to my chest. When he brushed my nipples I thought I would cum right there! He lifted my arms and ran his fingers through the hair inside of my armpits. He then proceeded to move down each arm to my fingers. I looked down as he began to examine my legs, and I noticed that my cock had been leaking so much precum that I had a huge wet mark on the left side of my shorts.

As I reached down to adjust myself so he wouldn't notice the wet mark or my huge hard-on, he asked me to stand up in front of the exam table and lower my underwear. I didn't know what to do! Then he said, "oh, don't worry about that.... it happens all the time. In fact, I was going to ask you to stimulate yourself to an erection for the groin exam anyway". I proceeded to lower my boxers and he knelt down in front of me to get a closer look.... my 8-1/2" cut cock was sticking straight out in front of me and was throbbing. It must have only been 6 inches from his face! He reached out and grabbed the shaft with his thumb and forefinger, just behind the head. As he lifted it up, a small stream of precum spurted out and ran down the length. He used the fingers of his other hand to feel around the base of cock and he moved it in small circular motions. He then slid his fingers down between my legs and pushed a bit, which caused my cock to jump. Again, a small stream of precum came out of my piss-slit and this time, ran across his fingers. He then moved his hand so he could cup my balls. He gently felt around with his thumb, then held them tightly between his thumb and forefinger. His face was so close to my crotch that I could feel his breath moving the hair on my balls...!

Without moving away, or letting go, he shifted his grip so my cock was pointing down. He could only move it to a 45-degree angle down, as it was so fucking hard. At this point, I was so turned on, my cockhead was bright red and it must have been at least 6" thick. I could see that I was beginning to leak again, but before it dripped, he ran his finger across the head and wiped the ooze away. Then, he began to shift my cock around as if to look at the groin around it. The motion of his hand was more of a stroke, and he was obviously trying to discreetly jerk me off. My hips began to move in rhythm with his hand, I couldn't help the moan that I let out. By this time, his hand was covered with the precum that I was spewing, then he suddenly wrapped his fist around the length of the shaft and squeezed. That was it.... ropes of cum shot out the end of my cock and landed on his face. He opened his mouth and caught the last couple of doses on his tongue. He then leaned forward and took the whole length in his mouth and started sucking.

He pulled off of me and stood up - staring directly into my eyes with his pools of blue. Without hesitation, he opened his trousers, pulled out his beautiful 8" cock, with a foreskin that had only partially pulled back, and was shiny with his own lubricant. Without touching himself, he flexed his cock twice so it bounced, and he shot his load all over my stomach and cock. It seemed that he just kept cumming and cumming.... He then looked down at his cock, ran his finger across the head, then put his finger in his mouth and licked his own load off of it.

We stood there just staring at each other for a couple of minutes. He then buttoned his trousers, gave my now semi-hard cock a quick squeeze and said that I should get dressed. I didn't know what was coming next, but after I finished putting my clothes back on, he turned to me and said that he should keep an eye on my groin strain, to make sure that it wasn't a hernia. So just to be sure, he was booking appointments for me for every Wednesday after everyone had left for the day. It would be my own private examination with him....

...Before I left, he instructed me not to jerk off and potentially strain myself...

...Instead, I would get my release under the watchful eye of my Doctor.