Gay Erotic Stories

MenOnTheNet.com

Army Recruitment Centre, Part 2

by Blindside


Week 5 – Sports

“Attention on deck!” someone yelled, as the Drill Instructor entered the barracks. God I was sick of this shit. By now, everyone knew to line up in front of his respective bunk and snap to attention. In was a Sunday afternoon again. Would this be yet another “personal hygiene inspection,” which the DI had obviously come to enjoy?

“Starting tomorrow gentlemen,” said the DI in an uncharacteristic soft voice, “the Recruitment Centre will conduct a week of intramural sports.” The DI went on to explain that our company would be pitted against our sister company in football, basketball, track, and swimming. “This is extremely important to me personally, men,” continued the DI, “and I expect to win in all categories. I know you will not let me down. It is your job to kick the shit out of your opponents. My previous company of wimps let me down, and I do NOT intent to suffer that humiliation again. Does everyone understand me?”

“Sir, Yes Sir,” shouted everyone at once.

Well, well, well, this might actually be fun. As Company “A”, our teams would practice in the mornings and Company “B” (our asshole opponents) would practice in the afternoon. The competition would be held on Friday.

“Now then,” said the DI, “I need eleven men for football. If you think you can play football, step forward.” I personally had never played football, and wasn’t about to start. Besides, you can actually get hurt, and I don’t like pain. Fifteen guys came forward, a few of which didn’t even look like they knew what a football was. The DI slowly walked the room, looking at each of the volunteers. “Step back,” the DI commanded, “You’re too little. They’d kill you.” The poor guy retreated.

After eliminating three more recruits, the DI then ask for basketball volunteers. “All you tall people step forward!” said the DI. Six men came forward, but the DI only needed five for basketball. He promptly eliminated the shortest man, which might not have been such a wise idea. We’ve all seen some pretty incredibly short basketball players.

Okay, this left track and swimming. Having run track in high school, I thought about volunteering for that team. But I’d also been on the swim team. “I need four men for track. If you don’t volunteer for track, you’ll automatically be on the swim team!” said the DI. Five guys came forward for track. “Okay, if you have run track in high school, raise your hand,” commanded DI. All five raised their hands. “Let’s try this again,” said the now flustered DI, “If you were both on the track and swimming team in high school, raise your hand.” Pretty clever, I thought. No takers. “Well, we’ll make it easy,” said the DI as he simply pushed one of the prospective track members back against his bunk. “There now, we not only have the track team, but by default, the swim team. Perfect!” the DI concluded as he made haste for the exit.

That evening, there was quite the buzz about the following week. Each team was talking strategy on how we’d beat the crap out of Company B. I’d seen our competition marching to chow several days ago, and most of them looked pretty pathetic. Of course you never know.

After Monday morning chow, the DI marched the Company around the base, dropping the respective team members at the proper place. The five of us on the swim team were the last of the bunch. “Now get in there and prove yourselves!” said the DI, as we entered the indoor pool area and were ushered to the locker room.

Waiting for us was a young guy, dressed in a swimsuit and tee shirt, both of which sported an Army emblem. “Men, welcome to swim competition. You may call me Sir!” said the instructor, as he continued. “Our job in the next four days is to ensure we can whip your competition. To do that however, we need a secret weapon. I just happen to have such a tool,” as he held above his head an electric razor. It was the kind used to shave our heads every Friday morning at the barbershop. “I will remove all hair from your body, thereby eliminating any drag during competition!” said the instructor, somewhat delighted with himself as if he was the first to think about that trick. Surely he wasn’t thinking about removing our pubes. “And for those of you wondering, yes I will be shaving your pubic hair, so get used to it,” said the instructor as he answered my silent question.

“OK men, chuck the uniforms, get naked and stand in front of this bank of lockers,” the instruction said, gesturing to the wall opposite the team. This would, without a doubt, be the single most humiliating experience of my life.

The five of use slowly removed our uniforms and hung them in a locker. We were in no hurry, as the instructor waited for his prey. Since none of us wanted to be first, there was some confusion as to where to go. “Over here men! Line up!” shouted the instructor, obviously becoming impatient. OK fine, let’s get this shit over with.

The instructor fired up the electric razor and started on the first man. Arms chest and armpits were the first to go, followed by the legs. The bush was next. From the corner of my eye, I could see the instructor removing the pubic hair from one of my fellow team members, actually holding his dick in one hand and the razor in the other. It didn’t take long.

The instructor moved to the next recruit, making quick work of the task at hand. I was next. This was not only embarrassing, but also totally unnecessary in my humble opinion. After competing the final team member, the instructor commanded us to turn around. Several of the guys had hair on their backs, which was promptly removed.

“Now then men, we need to finish the job,” said the instructor as he held up a straight razor in one hand and shaving cream in the other. “Into the shower men!” commanded the instructor.

We all scampered to the shower, where the instructor turned the water on full blast. Actually the water felt kind of good after having being the recipient of an electric razor cruising all over my body. Once fully soaked, the water was turned off.

“You! Come here!” said the instructor shouting my direction “Stand right here,” motioned the instructor, as he lathered my entire body with shaving cream. Within five minutes, this asshole had managed to remove every single hair on my body. I resembled a newborn baby. The worst part was the shaving of the ass, removing all hair from around my anus. To be honest, the straight razor shave finished off what the electric razor left behind and it actually felt much better. Naturally I became semi-erect as the instructor was shaving my balls.

The remainder of the team suffered the same fate as myself. Once this was complete, we were ordered back to the shower to rinse thoroughly.

“OK men, follow me to the pool,” said the instructor as he led the way.

“Excuse me Sir,” said one of my brave teammates, “Where are the swimsuits?”

“Shut up asshole,” replied the instructor, “You swim naked around here.”

So there we all were in the pool area. Of course the instructor had to inspect all of us. It was the usual drill. The one guy who was uncircumcised was required to “skin it” for the instructor. All assholes were inspected, as if the guy didn’t get that chance during the shaving exercise. The uncut man popped a woody and was promptly berated by the instructor. “You can’t swim with a hard dick son,” yelled the instructor, “It will act as a rudder and slow you down! Now get rid of that!”

At the beginning of practice, each man was assigned an individual swimming stroke. Mine was the backstroke, which I didn’t much care for since I would be fully exposed at all times. Maybe I should have signed up for football. Anyway, I did fairly well and the instructor even complemented me on my lap time.

After practice, the five of us (now hairless) returned to the barracks to meet up with the Company. Typically we all take showers before Taps, and of course were the laughing stock of the other men, as we paraded into the shower in our new uniform, that is, hairless from head to toe. One guy asked me how if felt with no pubes. “Strange,” I said, “But I’m concerned it might not grow back.” Actually I knew it would, and probably even more bushy, as if I had anything to begin with.

The remainder of the week went well. My fellow swim teammates had worked very hard to establish times that the instructor said were probably unbeatable. “I know the instructor for Company B,” he said after the Thursday practice, “and he has no secret weapon like you men. There is no doubt you can whip their butts. In fact, I’m counting on it.”

Friday was the big day. Football and basketball would be in the morning; track and swimming in the afternoon. This was really pretty exciting.

All men from each Company gathered at the football field. We were on one side; our asshole opponents were on the other. By the third quarter, it was apparent Company A was going down to defeat. Our DI was furious. He had warned us all that should we lose the tournament, the following week would be one we all sincerely regret. Company B whipped our ass by a score of 21 to 3. Pathetic.

As we marched to the basketball court, our DI had no kind words. “You bastards better shape up!” screamed the DI. I thought he would have a heart attack. Obviously he was taking this personally.

It was the same song, second verse in basketball. Our Company lost by a score of 75 to 40. We sucked, and the DI reminded us of this fact as we marched to the track field. We had to win track and the swim meet to even tie Company B. And even if there were a tie, a showdown would be necessary to capture the now coveted trophy, which our DI apparently had wet dreams over.

Will wonders never cease? Our Company won the track meet handily. I mean there wasn’t even a question. Our DI was ecstatic. Now we had to win the swimming competition, even though the DI knew there would be some type of tiebreaker.

Both Company A and B were directed to the bleachers surrounding the pool. The respective teams prepared in the locker room. Our instructor gave us a big pep talk prior to entering the pool. Both teams entered about the same time. Company B started to laugh uncontrollably as our team entered the pool. What? Haven’t they seen a shaved dick before? The members of Company B sported their bush, apparently not aware of our secret weapon.

Frankly it wasn’t even a contest. We won the free-style, breaststroke, backstroke, sidestroke, and diving contest. I personally beat my opponent by at least one lap. Our DI was going nuts!

Now it was time for the tiebreaker. Rules of the contest stated that, in the event of a tie, there would be a showdown in the last sport scheduled. As an example, if football were the last sport to be played, sudden death would be played until someone scored. Since swimming was last, that would be used as a tiebreaker. While the ten swimming participants stood around (still naked and cold by the way!), the instructors were trying to figure out which one of their team could best beat the other. This was rather risky, since neither instructor knew which team member would be selected or which stroke would be used.

“Come here son,” said the instructor, point directly at me. My Company immediately cheered! “Now look here, you can beat any one of those assholes!” whispered the instructor. My tits and dick had shrived up by this time. I wasn’t alone. “Yes Sir!” I responded, very confident I would be the winner.

The instructor from Company B made his selection from the group of five men. Their team member would do the free style, while I would do the backstroke. Actually, I thought this guy was pretty good, having barely lost to our free style guy.

On your mark, get set, GO! We both made a dive for it, and off we went. We were to swim six laps, which were two more than in regular competition. My opponent was right by my side. This might be a problem. Giving it all I had and having forgot the fact that my dick was in full view of the audience, I pulled ahead of my competition by the third lap. By the fifth lap, the man from Company B had pulled ahead of me by about a body length. There’s one good thing about the backstroke: you can see what the hell’s going on around you. Turning into the final lap, we were at a dead heat. Then I poured it on. Beat the bastard by at least three body lengths. I was exhausted!

The men from my Company went berserk, screaming their lungs out! Our DI personally came to the pool to congratulate me. Our instructor was jumping up and down, acting like a complete fool. Company B was noticeably silent. Tough shit. We had succeeded, albeit barely.

That night at the barracks, all the guys told me what a great job I did. Yeah, I knew that. But I had to admit that it might just have been the secret weapon that deserved the credit. In the mean time, my crotch kind of itched.

Next installment: Week 7 – Indentured Servitude


###

90 Gay Erotic Stories from Blindside

A Cure for Being Quick On The Draw

I guess every man suffers from it occasionally…you know, pre-mature ejaculation. It wasn’t too long ago that I could last 25 minutes…sometimes longer. Now it seems the minute I insert my throbbing penis into my wife’s love canal…blast off! Not only was this frustrating for me, but it wasn’t fair to my beloved wife of 20 years. She and I had enjoyed a great sex life…up until now. Something

A Cure for Quick on the Draw

I guess every man suffers from it occasionally…you know, pre-mature ejaculation. It wasn’t too long ago that I could last 25 minutes…sometimes longer. Now it seems the minute I insert my throbbing penis into my wife’s love canal…blast off! Not only was this frustrating for me, but it wasn’t fair to my beloved wife of 20 years. She and I had enjoyed a great sex life…up until now. Something

A Fireman Rescues Me from Celibacy

After graduation from college, I landed a job in a large metropolitan city. I’d be working as a trainee at a downtown bank, mainly in commercial loans. The guy I interviewed with and who would be my supervisor, seemed okay. He was about 50 years old, but let’s at least forgive him for that. My start date would be on June 1st. My name is Mac (short for McDonald…my parents were apparently

A Limp Dick Finally Heads North

After 25 years of marriage and two kids in college, I had a problem. Yeah, you guessed it. Couldn’t get it up anymore. Not only was I frustrated, my wife was equally anxious. She required servicing about every three days. Lucky me. Finally, I decided to see my family doctor. He recommended I see a specialist in erection dysfunction. Since the only thing I had to loose was a continued

A Limp Dick Finally Heads North

After 25 years of marriage and two kids in college, I had a problem. Yeah, you guessed it. Couldn’t get it up anymore. Not only was I frustrated, my wife was equally anxious. She required servicing about every three days. Lucky me. Finally, I decided to see my family doctor. He recommended I see a specialist in erection dysfunction. Since the only thing I had to loose was a continued

A Marine Gets Naked, Part 1

The day had finally come. After four years in the Marine Corps, I would be discharged at noon from the Southern California base. At 22 years old, I had my whole life ahead of me. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, other than walk out the post gate…a free man. The worst part was yesterday morning, when I reported for my physical exam. Seems the corps wants to make sure you’re in top

A Neighbor, A Cop, and an Ex-Wife

After my divorce, I moved to a small apartment in the suburbs. My ex-wife had taken me for most everything … house, cars, bank accounts, brokerage accounts … you name it, and she got it. Fortunately, there were no children involved. What she didn’t know was the fact I’d stashed quite a bit of money in a separate bank account, which at least gave me the opportunity to start over. Plus, I had a

A Workout, Shower, & Massage

At 32 years old, the flab was starting to accumulate. Having been a college athletic, it was indeed disgusting how the body fell apart in only a few years. Life style, of course, had nothing to do with it … not! In any event, it was time to take charge of my body before it fell into permanent disrepair. The problem of course, was finding the time. Working downtown in an advertising agency

Action in the ER, Part 1

After graduating from medical school, I did a two-year residency in urology. The male reproductive organ had always fascinated me, primarily due to the variety of functions the penis can perform. Think about your penis for just a moment. It can be soft one moment and hard the next. It can be a great source of fun and likewise cause you enormous grief. You can piss with it in the morning

Action in the ER, Part 2

Several weeks past since I had successfully treated Kyle. I’d been put on day shift in the emergency room, which suited me just fine. Weekends are especially stressful, particularly Saturday nights what with all the gun shot wounds and automobile accidents. The ER gets a lot of domestic disturbance cases, where one spouse has beat the hell out of the other. I especially like the ones where

Action in the ER, Part 3

It was my last month at the ER, and I was anxious to start my own urology practice. Needed to make some serious money. I’d been shuffled around between the day shift, night shift, and weekend duty. Frankly the day shift was best, since we began work at 6 am and were off by 2 pm. This allowed for an occasional round of golf in the afternoon when the courses we not so crowded. It was

Action in the ER, Part 4

Yes, the doctor has returned. When last we met, I had just completed a stint in the emergency room before establishing a urology practice. About six months later, the hospital administrator called and asked that I return to the emergency room to fill in for summer vacations. I would be working mainly on weekends, and since the money was good, I decided to accommodate the administrator. So our

An Unnecessary Physical Exam

I’d sooner go to hell than be sitting in the waiting room of a Doctor. But here I was, waiting to have a complete physical, which was a requirement for my new job. The company had made all the arrangements, so all I had to do was show up. At only 25 years old, I can’t even recall having a physical except maybe in high school for sports or something. After filling out some silly paperwork, I

And God Created Man...and Woman

God was sitting around one day, exhausted after having created the world. But, He was bored and wanted a new challenge. Accordingly, He called his trusted advisors together for a conference. Their names are Tom, Dick, and Harry. “Okay guys, listen up!” said God, having the undivided attention of his advisors, “We need a new challenge. Any suggestions?” “Well,” said Tom, “How ‘bout we

And God Created Man...And Woman

God was sitting around one day, exhausted after having created the world. But, He was bored and wanted a new challenge. Accordingly, He called his trusted advisors together for a conference. Their names are Tom, Dick, and Harry. “Okay guys, listen up!” said God, having the undivided attention of his advisors, “We need a new challenge. Any suggestions?” “Well,” said Tom, “How ‘bout we

Army Recruitment Centre, Part 1

Week 3 - Inspection “Attention on deck!” someone yelled, as the Drill Instructor entered the barracks. Everyone snapped to attention. “In front of your bunks! Now!” snapped the DI as he walked briskly the length of the room. This was my third week in the military, and frankly I wasn’t sure this was the place for me. It appeared however that I was stuck, together with the other

Army Recruitment Centre, Part 2

Week 5 – Sports “Attention on deck!” someone yelled, as the Drill Instructor entered the barracks. God I was sick of this shit. By now, everyone knew to line up in front of his respective bunk and snap to attention. In was a Sunday afternoon again. Would this be yet another “personal hygiene inspection,” which the DI had obviously come to enjoy? “Starting tomorrow gentlemen,” said the

Army Recruitment Centre, Part 3

Week 7 – Indentured Servitude “Attention on deck!” Here we go again. The troops slowly shuffled to their bunks and loosely came to attention as the Drill Instructor entered the barracks, holding a clipboard. This was getting old and old fast. Of course it was Sunday afternoon again. I frankly wanted to be left alone to read the sports section of the paper. “Starting tomorrow men,”

Ask the Doctor, Part 1

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

Ask the Doctor, Part 2

Ask the Doctor, Part 2This is a story of fiction. Enjoy!Continuing with our Q&A:Dear Doctor: I’m a private in the military. During inspection, I called my Captain an asshole (under my breath), and he heard me. As punishment, he sent me to the brig for three days where two MPs made me suck their dicks, after which they rearranged my plumbing. What should I do? Signed, Private

Ask the Doctor, Part 3

Ask the Doctor, Part 3 -This is a fictional story. Enjoy!Dear Doc: Why can’t I piss and poop at the same time? Signed, Yellow & BrownDear Yellow & Brown: You’re an idiot. Next question please.Dear Doctor: When I married my husband, I knew he was “small”, if you get my meaning. While I don’t have a lot of complaints in the bedroom, I would like to experience a “larger” man.

Ask the Doctor, Part 4

Ask the Doctor, Part 4 -This is a fictional story.Dear Doc: Last night, I proposed to the girl of my dreams (we’ve dated for over six months). She said “yes”, provided we do a “test drive” in the bedroom, as she need to know I could “perform.” That’s all fine and dandy, but I signed a pledge six years ago when I was eighteen that I would not engage in sexual relations until I was married

At Last! A Blow Job!

“Fuck me Gerald! Fuck me hard!” shouted my wife, as I pumped away. Given the opportunity, this woman would render any man sexually useless. My wife Sissy, required servicing at least four times per week. Given my job as a highway patrolman, my stress level was usually fairly high and sex was becoming a burden. What really pissed me off was Sissy’s total disregard for my feelings. Once I

At Last! A Blowjob!

“Fuck me Gerald! Fuck me hard!” shouted my wife, as I pumped away. Given the opportunity, this woman would render any man sexually useless. My wife Sissy, required servicing at least four times per week. Given my job as a highway patrolman, my stress level was usually fairly high and sex was becoming a burden. What really pissed me off was Sissy’s total disregard for my feelings. Once I

At Sea With Carter, Part 1

After Navy boot camp, I was sent to a ship stationed in southern California. Since I wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the cup, I was assigned as an “Officer Quarters Specialist.” Once on board, my supervisor explained my duties. He was a First Class Petty Officer and a lifer. His name was Jim, who barked out my responsibilities: “OK Carter, here’s what you need to know. First, you will

At Sea With Carter, Part 2

When we last left Carter, the Lieutenant had caught him masturbating in the small office outside the Officer Quarters. As Carter jumped to his feet and snapped to attention with his throbbing dick aimed directly at his intruder, he instantly shot his load, which landed on the Lieutenant’s uniform smack dab in the general area of his crotch. We now continue with our story … “You bastard!”

At Sea With Carter, Part 3

When we last left Carter, he was “promoted” to the job of personal cocksucker to the captain. We now continue with our story. So there I stood, in front of the captain, who had dropped his pants and boxers and was sporting a huge erection. “Suck my dick, Carter.” I knelt down in front of the captain and placed his manhood inside my mouth. “Suck it hard.” Being the

Big Dick, Little Dick

Tonight was the night. My new girl friend of three weeks was hot, and I was counting on getting laid--or if that didn’t work out--at least a blowjob. My absolute minimum requirement however, would be a hand job. I picked my date up at her sorority. After a very expensive dinner, we took in a movie. We were all over each other in the theater. I honestly can’t even remember what the movie

Bonding With Dad

When I was in high school, my dad promised me a car for college if I could get a scholarship. He and mom had been divorced for years, but he had agreed to pay for college. Dad lived several hundred miles away, although I had seen him several times a year since he and mom split up. I think he had several girl friends, but I really never knew. I did know however, that I was conceived out of

Bridegroom's Cherry

I met Randy on the first day of college. My name is Keith. Randy and I had been assigned as roommates at one of the dorms. We hit it off immediately. Randy was tall and lanky while I was of medium height with a little flab. Nonetheless, we had a lot in common even though we had initially chosen different majors…he in pre-law, me in marketing and sales. My dad was in sales and had taught me

Brig Time for Me

“Get the fuck in my office private!” yelled the sergeant, as he pushed me across the barracks floor. I had screwed up badly, having called the sergeant a ‘dick head’ under my breath. The bastard heard me! “Stand at attention!” barked the sergeant, once we’d reached his office. I was scared shitless. There was no telling what my fate would be. Sarge picked up the phone and quickly dialed a

Can't Cum? See Your Doctor!

After two years of marriage, my wife and I decided to conceive a baby. We tried repeatedly for about two months, oftentimes making love several times a day. I would even sneak home at lunch for a quickie, thinking that would be the one that “took.” As we continued to try, something very weird overcame my body: I could no longer ejaculate. This was indeed a problem, considering we’re

Can't Cum? Hey! See Your Doctor!

After two years of marriage, my wife and I decided to conceive a baby. We tried repeatedly for about two months, oftentimes making love several times a day. I would even sneak home at lunch for a quickie, thinking that would be the one that “took.” As we continued to try, something very weird overcame my body: I could no longer ejaculate. This was indeed a problem, considering we’re

Caught By My Wife!

It was about 11 pm. Linda and I had been watching television. She gave me the “look,” which was her signal she wanted to be fucked. And since her brother was arriving tomorrow for a visit, I thought it best to knock some off tonight, as it might be the only opportunity for the next several days. My name is Marc. Linda headed towards the bedroom. I hit the shower and shaved…even splashed

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!”

###

Web-02: vampire_2.1.0.01
_stories_story