Gay Erotic Stories

Sometimes things just happen... It felt very strange. I needed another fuckin' physical. I put it off as long as I could, but turning 35 in my house was starting to feel like a crime. My wife insisted that I get a full check-up because prostate cancer runs in my family. You know damn well why I was reluctant to go. I'm fuckin' 35 years old. Sure, I'm in the best shape of my life, but I have a wife and a 10-year-old daughter. I don't have time to waste sitting around a doctor's office. Most of all I didn't want to just sit there while some rich bastard fingers my asshole and then charges me $250 for it. So as I sitting there in my doctor's office waiting for him to get the lead out, I'm gettin my clothes off. The nurse didn't say how long it would be before Doc came in, so even before she was out of the room, I just started getting naked. I opened the closet to hang my suit up and strip off. I started to shut the door, leaving my little blue bikini's on, but then I noticed the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door. I can't believe how the bright blue pattern sits in contrast against my dark, furry legs. Something in those little blue shorts starts to move. It was like I was seeing myself naked for the first time in years. I start running my hands down my chest and stomach both covered in stark white fur (bleached from the sun). I stop at the little blue waistband and just open my shorts a little. It was exhilarating to feel the thick pubic hair with the back of my thumb. I start to rock back and forth--breathing a little hard. "That looks like so much fun, I almost hate to interrupt," a voice hit my ears like thunder. It was the fuckin' doctor. "How long were you planning to stand there watching me, you rotten bastard!" I shouted, fearing that everything from the tips of my ears to the soles of my feet had just turned perfectly red. He must have sneaked in while my eyes were clamped shut, enjoying myself. Now he just turns around and locks the door, looking smug. Now, I've known Doc for about 15 years now. He's my bud. It's not the first time he's seen me naked. It's not even the first time he's walked in on me undressing. It is, however, the first time he's ever locked the door! "Are you afraid I'll try to run away when you get out the gloves and the KY?" I try (with little success) to match his sarcasm. It isn't easy to do with one hand on your dick. He pulls my files up on the computer, while I sit down on the exam Table, hoping against hope that my dick doesn't pop out of my little blue shorts. It fell out a couple of times as we started talking, but thankfully, his back was turned. After we talked a little business and stuff, he starts off, "So, what's going on with you?" I reply, "You know, just the usual." "Bullshit. It's not usual for you to come in here wearing those, " he chuckles pointing at my brand new little blue underpants. "And it's not every day you stand in front my mirror gettin' ready to whack off like a kid who's just discovered the Internet." We both have a laugh at that one. After a short pause, I say without a hint of embarrassment, "I have been really distracted lately, and I just don't know why. The wife and I...we do everything together. We spend time with our little girl. We send her over to grandma's once a week and stay overnight in the pool house...and what the fuck do you think you're doin?" I stop mid-sentence because he has stood up, taken off his lab coat and started coming over to me like normal. I stop talking when he starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Is this why you locked the fuckin' door?" I ask with all the sarcasm I can muster. "Did you want to have your way with me? Never, Rhet, I shall never yield to your demands." Scarlet O'Hara is not my best voice. "Cute," he says. "It's like an oven in here. You probably didn't notice because you were already mostly naked and a little pre-occupied." "Whatever." my voice trails off as he starts unbuttoning his pants. "Whoa there, Doc...c'mon! We're buds and all, but you gotta keep those on!" "What? You think I don't know all about you? I have been playing racquetball with you for 5 years now. I started watching your eyes to see where your kill shot was goin' a long time ago. I know your little locker room tricks for looking away just at just the right moment to catch a glimpse. Not too much...never looking too long to make any of the guys wonder about you. But I wondered all these years, and now I know. We can have this. Just you and me. We can keep this shit just the way we like it. Just you and me." "I know what you mean," my body says. My mouth is stuck gaping wide open. After a moment or two, I gain composure enough to start over, "At least let me do some of the work." He stands there with this look of relief. I get up and try to walk over to him. I collapse to the floor clutching my 'nads and moaning, "It hurts, doc. Oh shit it hurts!" He rushes over and bends down, "What?! What's wrong? Oh shit, just say something!" "I can't walk with this fuckin' hard-on," I bust out into laughter. "You rotten little cocksucker!" I can't believe the nurses haven't even tried the door yet--with all the noise we're making in here. "Keep your voice down dammit!" He starts laughing too, in that gruff chuckle that I never really noticed before. It's the sexiest fuckin' sound I have ever heard. I kissed him full on the mouth. "Maybe you aren't really a cocksucker after all," he whispers. I raise myself up, smiling broadly and whisper in his ear, "Not yet". Neither of us had ever done this sort of thing before and now is when it really starts to show. We just start kissing. I am trying to look cool as I struggle to get him somewhat as naked as me, when we both just stop and start laughing. That chuckle again. I collapse on top of him and he holds me tightly. After about 10 minutes, we get up--no words. I help him button-up his pants and shirt, and he just watches quietly as I transform myself back into the friend he's know all these years. He starts clicking the keys on the PC in the corner, so I ask, "What are you gonna put on the exam report this time, Doc?" "Nothing serious," he chuckles not even looking up from the keyboard. Anticipation has turned us both into kids again. Neither of us really wants to waste that. Besides, I have a court at 8:00 tomorrow night. Maybe after the game...