The Draining

My name is Jack Hammersmith. An ache in my scrotum caused my doctor to send me to a specialist. A sore nut sack is something to check on.

At the clinic, an attractive young woman checked me in. Sitting behind her was an older woman who was making appointments and doing clerical work. In a few minutes another younger assistant took me back to an exam room and told me to undress and put on a gown.

Recently retired, I was in good health except for this pain in the bangers. My wife and I had a normal sex life, I'd say, but our intimacy had been come less and less frequent.

Soon, one of the attractive young assistants entered and took my vitals. I had to gather the gown in back to hide my bum when she weighed me on the scale. Then Dr. Harris entered and listened to my story.

"Okay," he said, "First thing will be to examine your testicles. Please sit on the exam table and lift your gown."

I sat on the edge of the table and let my cock and ball sack hang over the edge. I'm not one to compare, but I'd always believed that my equipment was more than adequate. Sustained erections are more difficult now that I've aged, but I can still get all eight plus thick inches up for brief moments.

The doctor gazed at my limp dick and hanging balls. "My," he said, "You weren't shortchanged in the size department."

I tried not to react as he took my testicles in his hands and rolled them around to feel for problems. "Your testicles are okay," he said, "But I feel a soft mass." I winced. "Ah, that must be what is making you feel uncomfortable."

The doctor stopped to make a few notes, then turned to me and asked, "When did you last ejaculate?"

I was surprised by his question, but I replied, "Gosh, maybe a month ago."

He said, "Your problem may be a backup of semen. Over time, without a discharge, it can cause this kind of discomfort. If you're not in a hurry, I'd like to take care of that now."

I asked, "Do you want me to ejaculate?" Without answering me, he reached for his intercom and asked for his assistant. "We need a code 10 procedure."

The doctor left, and a minute later the door opened and in came Erma, the older woman at the front desk. She looked at my cock and balls drooping over the edge of the exam table. Dr. Harris said, "This is Erma. She will take administer the procedure and do it much more thoroughly that you could alone." She looked at my cock and said, "Hello Mr. Hammersmith."

The thought of being jacked off by her was not unpleasant, but it was ashamed that one of the younger more attractive assistants wasn't assigned the task.

The doctor left, and Erma said, "Please lay back on the table." She extended the footrests and watched carefully as my cock rolled to the side and my balls nested between my legs. She washed her hands and said, "The doctor says you need a thorough draining." My cock began to swell and move by itself.

"First, please review and sign this agreement and release for our office," and she handed me a clipboard. My cock was rising slightly, and it got in the way as she passed the clipboard to me. "Oops, sorry," Erma said as my dick bounced off the side of the clipboard and flopped to the other side.

"No problem," I said, and I signed the paperwork.

Erma took a tube of ointment from a drawer and placed it on a tray next to me. She examined my dick with her bare hands, lifting it and inspecting it from all sides as it grew bigger. "We don't usually get 'em this big," she said as she placed my cock in the center of my belly. "You're a lucky fella."

"Do you do this often?" I asked her.

"I'd say about twice a month," Erma replied. "Frankly, most are half this size, and a good many are spent too soon. Try to hold out and the process will be more effective. When you release, we aim to totally empty your volume and thereby relieve that discomfort in your scrotum."

Erma was not a beauty, but she knew her business. I respected that, and my cock showed its respect by levitating up off of my stomach as she squeezed the ointment in a line along all eight inches of the underside of my dong.

Her hands smoothed the ointment along my dick. I asked, "Why not let me do this by myself?"

Erma told me, "We need to control the process, and men sometimes just don't do a good job."

"Well, I appreciate your help," I said.

My cock was waving around now, pivoting from its base and getting close to a full hardon. Erma gripped it and said, "Big ones like yours may take more time, and to fully drain you may require up to an hour.

She gripped my cock with one hand and poured more ointment on the tippy top then spread it with her finger. She released her grip on my dick and watched it drift over to one side. Again she lifted it up and held it steady for a moment and let it go. "I'm checking for balance," she said. "It seems to want to hang left."

Erma knew her stuff.

She was in no hurry it seemed, and I wasn't sure if she was teasing me for her own enjoyment or if this was part of the process. I anticipated her hands pumping me, but she kept moving my dick around with mild touches. I couldn't tell if she was having as much fun as I was.

"Pull your knees up so I see your balls," she asked. When I did, she stretched them out and carefully moved each ball in my sack. "Oh yes, I can feel the excess cum. We'll get you empty and you'll feel much better." As she spoke, she hefted my ball sack and placed it on a digital scale. "Oh my, you're packing a lot of weight in those balls, mister. Just under five pounds."

At last, Erma properly stroked my dick. She was very gentle. Her touches were almost imperceptible and tickling at first. "We like to start slow," she said to me, "until we see the first flow of your cum." She held my cock in her fist and gently massaged my cockhead. "There, now you're producing. You're primed."

I looked down to see her grasp my cock with both hands, barely able to circle my thickness. She began to slide up and down slowly and more quickly. After a few minutes of basic stimulation, she released her grip. Then she placed her hand on the top of my dick, pressed downward, and allowed one hand, then the other, to descend. "Tell me how this feels," Erma said, as she slowly pushed downward and my cock entered her fists. "Does that feel like you're slipping into a tight pussy?"

Oh god, her words took me to another level of pleasure. I didn't expect to hear her say that, not in a doctor's office. She stopped part way down and said, "You may be too big for her pussy." Then she edged farther down making me feel like I was entering a pussy, and said, "Oh my, you did it!"

Whew, this woman knew what she was doing. Her handiwork was top rate, and her words made my imagination go wild. Each time her hands pulled completely up and over my dickhead, leaving it to balance in mid air for a moment before her hands came down on it as she said, "Let's see how this other pussy feels." She would go slowly and gripping me not as tight, "Gentle, gentle, this is a roomier pussy."

Holy cow! This older women was good.

"A man like you must have had quite an active sex life," Erma commented.

"Not really," I answered as her hands nursed my cock. "Well, there was a time back when my wife and I were newly married."

"Want to tell me about it?" she asked.

"This was many years ago. There were a few occasions when she bragged about my cock to girlfriends, and I'd have to show them."

"Really? Your wife wanted you to show this cock - she waved it back and forth - to her friends?"

"Yes, her friends were talking about their experiences with men, and my wife told them how satisfied she was with her mate. Before I knew it, they were asking to see it."

Erma, toying with my dick, said, "Did you just drop your pants?"

"No, my wife insisted that I put on nylon briefs with a roomy pouch and let the girls tell me what to do," I said. "When I removed my pants, my cock was pretty big already and the bulge in the briefs was, I thought, maybe all they would see."

"If I were there," Erma said, "And if I were younger, I'd be flashing my panties and waiting for you to strip."

"Well, that's kinda what happened," I told her. "The girls whistled and congratulated my wife, and just when I thought I was going to get away with just a package show, my wife told me to show them my dong."

"Atta boy," said Erma as she repositioned her hands and squeezed my cock.

"You'd think it would be arousing and sexy, but I felt kind of violated," I said. "But I walked too close to the sofa, and one of them reached out and touched my dick. That felt good, and in a flash I was able to get a full erection for them."

Erma smiled and her hands carefully sheathed my cock, "Well, I'm getting a kick out of your story. If I'd have been there, would you have let me do this while your wife watched?"

We both laughed.

"That was a one-off event in our marriage, and it gave my wife a lot of cred with her friends. Over the next few years, whenever we saw one of those girls, she would flirt or grope me if my wife wasn't looking. And I got to pinch a few nipples, too."

"So, are you and your wife in an open marriage now?" Erma asked.

"Heck, no," I said. "That stuff ended when we were in our mid twenties. Long time ago."

"Well, it's a shame not to share your cock," Erma said. "Lots of ladies would like to get to know you."

"There was one other time. My wife's sister was staying with us. One evening while watching romantic movie in our pjs, my wife pulled out my cock right there on the sofa, and nursed me to an erection. I don't know if she knew that her sister was staring at my dick. My wife pretended it was a mistake and said, 'Ooops, sorry about that,' and stuffed me back into my robe." Ever since then, I get a woodie when her sister is around."

Our chatter ended when the door opened and in came the pretty young woman from the front desk. "Oh sorry," she said, "I just need to get something."

The young woman stared at my cock as Erma stroked me slowly. "This is Julie. Say hello to her."

I could hardly speak but managed to gasp, "Hello Julie."

Julie looked at us and smiled, "Nice to meet you." Then she asked, "So this is a longer code 10?" Erma nodded, "Yep, longer and thicker." They both laughed as she removed her hands and let my dick get some air.

I said, "I offered to do it myself, but Erma has been more than gracious."

Julie laughed, "Well, Erma is lucky today. I'd love to have a boyfriend with that."

Erma stopped stroking and gripped my dick at its base. "It's the biggest one I've done in years," she said.

I felt that I was more than ready to spew, but Erma was intentionally letting me rest so that the pressure would build. Erma asked, "Julie, I need to return a phone call, can you take over for a minute?"

I almost levitated at the thought.

"Sure, I can give you a break, Erma," Julie said.

Erma demonstrated her technique. Julie watched as Erma's hands drew my cock upward, then slowly let me enter her pussy-like hands. "Do it just like you'd like to feel it inside you." Then added, "Stop every few minutes and don't ejaculate him until I get back."

"Okay, I'll try to do it right," Julie said.

I thought, "How could she not do it right?" By now, Erma had teased and toyed with me so long that I felt settled into a rhythm of being pumped and stroked without cuming. But I didn't know how long I could hold out?

Julie touched me for the first time. Her hands were smaller. Her grip didn't reach fully around my shaft. I bent my head to watch as she pushed her hair aside and copied Erma's method. She oiled her hands, and then started at the tippy top of my cock and let her grip push downward. I told her what I was thinking, "I'm pretending my cock is entering your pussy when you do that."

Julie said, "Well, I do have a boyfriend, but it is tempting to find out what this big ole boy would feel like." Just then she gave me an electrifying full downstroke.

I laid back, "Well, I'm just here under doctor's orders, and I appreciate your therapy."

Julie smiled.

"Hope I didn't offend you, but I keep fantasizing about your pussy."

She pushed her hair back again, gripped my cock, and said, "It's a free country."

"So your boyfriend's cock is not all you would like it to be?" I asked her.

"It's okay, I suppose. He's got other good qualities," she answered.

As her hand job continued, I asked, "You're engaged?"

"Yes, the wedding is next month."

"Does he know what you're doing to me now? Does your fiancé know that your work requires you to make men with big dicks cum?"

"Oh, I don't do this much at all. Erma is our code 10 person."

"Well, she's good at it," I said as Julie squeezed more lubricant onto my cock.

Julie said, "She's been a good teacher. She's been patient with me."

Just then, Julie released her grip and let my cock rest. It was still fully erect but it leaned over a bit just from its own weight. While things were calm, I asked, "Before you get married, wouldn't you like to try a cock like mine?"

Julie laughed and said, "You're such a sweet talker."

I laughed too as my dick swayed.

"Think about it," I told her, "It would be my wedding gift you could give to yourself."

She didn't say anything.

Erma reentered the exam room. "How's the patient?" Erma asked.

I smiled, "Never better."

Julie turned to leave the room and said, "Nice to meet you, and I hope your visit today will be successful."              

Erma was back in charge and kept teased me with more talk. She said, "There's a guy and his wife in the waiting room now. She's quite attractive. Maybe while her husband is in the exam room, Dr. Harris will let you fuck her."

My dick felt like it was hit by lightning. "Good grief, Erma," I said, "You and Julie are driving me crazy."

"Atta boy," she said as her hands stroked me up and down. "I don't think you'd want to do me. I'm an old woman."

By now, I would have fucked an old goat. "Are you offering?" I asked her.

"I'd have to get to know you better," Erma said.

We both laughed out loud.

After another rest stop, Erma stopped to let Dr. Harris know we were ready to conclude. He entered and examined my well worn weary dick. "Very good. It's been long enough. I'll take over now and relieve our patient."

The doctor told me to get on my hands and knees on the table. Erma asked the doctor, "Don't you think Julie should be here?"

Dr. Harris said, "Oh yes, I don't think she's witnessed a full draining before." One more click of the intercom, and Julie came in.

My cock pointed downward for its final release, and I my balls felt heavier than ever. Erma placed a beaker under me to receive and measure the fluid I was about to produce.

Dr. Harris himself reached under me from behind and squeezed my cock. "Nice," he said. "Well done Erma."

With my ass exposed and my genitals drooping like a longhorn in heat, the doctor moved behind me, put on a latex glove, and said, "Hold steady. I'm going to lube you for the vibrator."

What? I hadn't expected this.

His slipper finger greased my bung, then I felt him insert something small up my ass. From my position, I couldn't see what it was, but I heard Julie say, "Oh, I see. Is it far enough in?"

Dr. Harris asked, "Erma, do you want to initiate this last phase?"

She reached under me and began milking. "When your erection returns to its maximum, we'll turn on the vibrator resting against your prostate." I nodded. Julie and Dr. Harris were observing carefully, repositioning the beaker as I started to heave.

"Go!" Erma said, and I saw Julie press a remote control button. Just then I felt a surge of vibrations at the deep base of my cock. With almost no effort, a flow of cum released directly into the beaker, more like a stream rather than a spurt. Again and again, as Erma milked and as the vibrator was turned on and off, more and more cum drained into the cup.

Erma stopped her touches, but she instructed her pupil Julie to study my breathing and turn the vibrations on when I exhaled. It worked like magic. My flows continued. They diminished bit by bit. I lost track of time, but active milking took at least five minutes from first release to the last buzz up my ass.

And I don't need to tell you, I was exhausted. I was still kneeling with a very long thick but slightly limp dick embarrassingly dangling between my legs. Julie took the beaker of cum away. The doctor, who had observed the entire milking, put his hand on my shoulder and said, "You deserve a rest. Lie down and take al the time you need to recover." He turned to Julie, and told her, "Weigh Mr. Hammersmith's discharge and enter it into his chart."

I laid flat on my stomach. Erma covered me with a blanket, but first she reached between my legs and gently positioned my cock and balls in a resting position. "Thank you," I said. I fell asleep.

After a deep rest, I carefully stood up, testing my balance after such a dizzying and thorough hand job with electronic booster. I dressed and exited the exam room. At the front desk, Erma and Julie smiled and asked me to wait for the doctor.

Dr. Harris joined them, looked at my chart and said in a voice loud enough for waiting room patients to overhear, "We took almost a full cup of your semen, and it weighed three pounds. Do you feel better?"

I nodded, "Yes, definitely. The ache is gone, thanks your staff."

The doctor said, "Good. Now, in the future, don't go so long without an ejaculation."              

I looked around, and waiting room visitors were staring at us.

"Because of your large size, I'm going to write a prescription for you to ejaculate at least once every three days. Can you do this?"

"Yes, sir," I replied.

"You can do it yourself, or your wife can do it, or you can relieve yourself through intercourse. Just be sure that you unload the buildup more often."

"Yes, sir."

Everyone in the waiting room heard all of this. Only then did I notice that a neighbor, Bill and his wife Nancy, were there and surely heard the doctor.

Dr. Harris added, "Remember, larger sizes like yours require more maintenance."

Julie asked me to remain in the waiting room while she prepared my paperwork. Eyes peered at me over magazines, and my neighbors tried to avoid eye contact.

Julie called me to the desk. "Here you are. This is the prescription Dr. Harris gave you." She also passed me a small envelope and said, "This is for you, too."

In the elevator going down, I opened the little envelope. It was an invitation to Julie's bridal girls-only party. On the back was a note from her, "Dear Mr. Hammersmith, should you wish to attend, you would bring to the party the kind of assets my guests would appreciate. RSVP if you can come and cum." Then, "p. s. It was sweet how you said you imagined how it would feel in my pussy."

Damn! My cock hadn't rested much from its ordeal on the exam table, and now it was getting hard again.