Gay Doctor Poultney and Me Pt. 01

I have never really identified as gay, but I have always liked anal play, I have fiddled with my butt and inserted things in there to good effect and had some incredible orgasms but always on my own, until this story occurred, I had never had any sexual contact with another man.

Here is what went down.

Playing with my collection of dildos and vibrators has always brought me pleasure, bucketloads of it. I have had plenty of heterosexual sex and as stated, my anal play was about me, playing with my own body.

I love the feeling as a well-lubed dildo pushes at my entrance, and, as I relax into it and get the position of my legs right, it parts my butthole, slowly filling me up and then the gorgeous feelings as the head slips in and I contract behind it, gripping the silicone shaft and feeling a sense of rudeness.

The sensations as I push it further in, (I use a suction cup dildo that sticks nicely to a special padded board I made, so I can fuck myself as I lay on my bed) feeling myself slide further and further onto the dildo, slowly down and up, further each time, until I am completely filled with its girth and length.

I usually relax at this point, let everything settle down as my cock engorges and twitches with the sensuality of the moment, pre-cum dripping out of my cock-hole.

Then, I start to build the rhythm, slowly, gently and focusing on the intense feelings, my cock jolting each time it reaches maximum penetration, I pull out to various depths until I find "the one," the Anal G-Spot.

Once I find that spot I work around it, using short and rapid thrusts, sometimes, depending on the mood, the moon, the weather and whatever else affects self-love, I rub my lubed cock, or I spread my pre-cum over the head of it until I burst.

The best days are when I don't touch myself, when my cock hardens and expands, when the feelings grow really intense, my balls try to hide inside me as they ache and tingle until, with a joyous pain, I shoot my load, that pulsing, itching feeling as the first load spurts out, followed by a throbbing spray of spunk and the jolting convulsions as I cry out and empty my desire, all over myself... oh joy!

Then one day, it all changed.

I had to go see the doctor, not because I was ill but because, when you reach 45, certain doctors like to poke and prod you, measure all sorts of things and see what is in your blood... they are especially concerned with your prostate.

On this day, I rocked up and was met by a doctor I did not know, I didn't know any of them as I had only been there once, when a Wasp stung me in the throat and I nearly choked to death.

Doctor Poultney was slim and grey-haired, the sort of person that inspires confidence in a patient.

Soft-spoken and clearly interested in keeping me alive for a few more decades, he took bloods, listened to my chest, tapped my knees with a rubber hammer and then, right at the end, he said, "Of course you know I have to examine your men's area, and that will involve invasive and non-invasive touching... are you Ok with that, do you consent?"

"Well," I replied, "You seem to have examined every other part of me so, what the hey, let's do it."

He asked me to lay on the exam table and pull my shorts down, I was not wearing any undies, so I just whipped the shorts off and lay there, wearing just a T-Shirt and a smile, feeling vulnerable but safe.

Doctor Poultney stood beside the exam table and warned me that he needed to assess my testicles, I nodded my consent, and he touched my balls with an ungloved hand.

I felt a familiar, but unexpected tingling...

With my knees in the air and my legs splayed, I could see him touching me and watched out of curiosity. He carefully felt each testicle for irregularities and checked that they were both of roughly equal size.

His touch was gentle, and I started to get a chubby.

"Sorry Doc, he's got a mind of his own." I quipped.

"Happens all the time." replied Doc Poultney and smiled.

"I'm going to have to feel your prostate now... from inside." warned the Doc, I was expecting a gloved hand but again, he lubed up his fingers and touched my butthole with his right index finger and slid it gently in.

"That was easy, not the first time then?" commented the Doc.

I smiled, "First time that someone else did it!" was my reply.

Doc Poultney nodded to himself.

As he slid his finger in, a surge of feelings overcame me, vulnerability, virginity and arousal, all in one big rush and my cock leapt into the ready position as my senses responded to the incredible feeling of having another human being penetrating me with his finger.

"Sorry!" I grimaced and expected him to pull his finger out, but he didn't, he just said, "It's OK, nice cock by the way." and slid in deeper.

As his finger explored my prostate I got more and more aroused, laying there, legs apart, at the complete mercy of a semi-stranger, having my prostate caressed.

I couldn't help myself, I shifted position to facilitate his penetration, much as I would do when fucking myself.

As I did this, I made eye contact with the doc, I also saw my engorged member, pre-cum glistening in the harsh light of the exam room.

He looked me in the eye, looked down at my cock and then back at me, subtly licking his lips as he did so.

I felt I understood what this meant and nodded, he then grabbed my cock at the base with his free hand, bent over it and licked the tip with his warm, soft tongue.

Cock jolting, I pushed in towards his finger with my butt and felt the full moistness of his mouth as it enclosed the head of my cock, his tongue sweeping gently around the bellend.

The sensations were simply incredible, I was harder than I thought possible and more aroused than I had ever been, my balls ached, like really ached, as he moved his head and took as much of my cock into his mouth and throat as he could.

Thrusting my pelvis gently into him I felt a second finger penetrate my privacy and the two fingers did a dance around my prostate...

I came like a fountain, spewing my cum deep into the doctor's throat, "Uhn, uhn, uhhhhh!" I grunted as I came and came, convulsing like I was going to pull a muscle.

I lay there, satiated but still horny from the experience, in a daze I watched as Dr Poultney, dropped his scrubs trousers, pulled out his enormous cock, and started wanking over me, he shuffled up onto the exam table, his thighs pushed against the backs of my legs as he stroked his beautiful tanned member and came all over my belly and my cock.

The feeling as his hot seed landed on me was out of this world and I rubbed my finger in it, spreading it over my body, still hard.

The head of my cock was very sensitive from the orgasm; I bucked as the Doc moved position and sucked both of our cum from off it.

Deep at the base of my shaft I felt an intense, very intense welling up and came again, painfully, joyously and ecstatically.

The Doc got back off the exam table and gently wiped me clean with what felt like baby wipes, he then wiped himself, got dressed and helped me to sit back upright.

Handing me his card, he said, "I have to see the next patient, but if you want to meet up again, give me a call after 5:30 any day."

I took the card, "You can be certain of that!" I said and left the surgery, a bisexual now and open to a whole new world of pleasure.