Breaking barriers with Dr. Anderson

I was feeling a little pain down there for a few days. You know, every gay person goes through this every once in a while. One bad step, I mean, one bad ass, and that's it! An appointment with the proctologist is necessary. In that case, it was more than necessary. I had just moved out. One day, with the hard-on and no patience for apps, I opened up a website and picked a showboy. The boy was delicious, we did everything. I ate his ass and he ate mine. When he put it in me, though, I felt almost like he was putting a tree branch in. The guy was too thick. Since I was living in São Paulo recently, I had to find a doctor. I ran a survey with my carioca doctor and he gave me a name. As the bother was getting worse, I called right away and scheduled it, although the doctor wasn't the plan. Patience. Luckily, I got an appointment the next day. Maybe the fact that it was a private consultation helped. And there I went. The office was in a luxurious building in a noble neighborhood. The attendance was consistent with what I was paying for. Coffee espresso, sparkling water, wifi. In fact, none of that mattered to me, I was just interested in solving my problem right away. Mr. Marcos, Dr. Anderson will see you now. You can come into office 2, please. Said the attending. I went into the office and froze for a few seconds with that doctor's vision coming towards me with his hand stretched out. My project in Rio was a bonachão old man, who played some silly games and made me feel comfortable, but it did not cause me any attraction. It's been a long time since I've had a problem with being attracted to the proto. In fact, since I was a teenager (see my short story "Medical treatment only if it goes with Dr. Fernando"). And there I was, in need of medical help, and with that doctor. Good morning, Marcos. I'm Dr. Anderson. How can I help you? I shook his hand and smiled back, still a little affected by his beauty. He was a little shorter than me, maybe one-seventy-something, around his 50s. The gray hair was cut very short, with a top that gave it a modern look. A short, gray beard also left his manly face, where an immaculately white smile seemed genuine in receiving me. Crowning everything, a delicious Pernambucan accent made me even more melted. I sat in the chair he offered me and I stared at him. I was very used to my old doctor, but dealing with these issues with a new doctor was always a challenge. Good thing he was about my age. Well, Dr. Anderson, I'll cut to the chase. I have anal sex and I've been feeling uncomfortable these past few weeks and that's why I made the appointment. Okay, okay. You must already know the procedure, then. Take off your clothes and put on your apron and lie on the gurney. He talked, looking at me without any surprise. After all, he should hear these stories dozens of times a week. We, the customers, we're just a mess. I did what I knew. I took my clothes off, put my apron open behind me and knelt down, almost glued my chest to the gurney, leaving my ass all exposed. Jeez! He said, as he turned again to me, with his gloves on. You don't do that anymore. Now he's lying on his side. I looked at him, dying of shame. How? Ihhh, sorry. You want me to change positions? Ahhh, no. That's it, you can stay. You don't have to be ashamed. I felt the touch of your finger with gel and I remembered what you were doing there. Handling hurt a lot. Boy, you got a fissure you're gonna need to fix. That's why it hurts. Now I'm going to need to insert my finger to look inside. You'll feel like you need to pee, but it's normal. I felt it when he put his finger on it, but the pain continued. You couldn't even have impure thoughts. Here's these handkerchiefs to get rid of the excess gel. Get dressed. Said he taking off his gloves. I got up, cleaned the gel that was in my ass and started dressing. Putting on my underwear, I noticed my head all drooled. There's no way, even in pain, having a finger walking up my ass makes my dick drool. Once a kid, always a kid. He realized my problem in cleaning wood drool with paper handkerchiefs (the paper sticks too much) and came towards me with a damped lech. Here. That should help. He spoke, with his arm stretched out offering me a lard. I, who had not realized that he paid attention like this, accepted the handkerchief a little embarrassed, caught having been turned on as the anal exam. I cleaned my dick head and finished dressing and washed my hands. Look, I know it's very painful, but your injury is simple. You're gonna do this medication for two weeks, but you have to stop having passive anal sex for four weeks, to make sure everything heals properly. And I want to see you in a month so we can make sure everything is okay, okay? Without mystery, with the use of medication and fasting passive sex, the fissure soon improved. My contacts were the ones I liked that were passive, whom I asked a lot of in those weeks. A month later, there I was at the office. Treatment done, all healed, at least apparently. I'd taken a bath like that. I confess I had no hope, but you were stronger than me. Full bath, trimmed hair, had even cut hair and shaved in the salon, which I never do! Besides, I was dying to sit hot on a dick, because you know how it is. What's forbidden is better. I've always been versatile and it wasn't hard to get a few passives to eat in this time, but it was hard to resist these days, because I was particularly willing to give. The afternoon was early and I was fine reading a book and listening to music. Basic survival kit in a doctor's office, so you don't have to put up with open TV or boring patients making conversation. What wasn't my surprise when Dr. Anderson himself touched my arm, calling my attention. I wanted to apologize, but we were too late here. I know it's already on your schedule, but I still have an appointment and an exam to run. Do you want to reschedule and come back another day or can you wait? I looked at the clock, a little angry, but I know that doctor's office is always a bit chaotic. And he was still so polite... No problem, I brought you a hobby. I did, pointing to the book. I'll wait and we'll get it over with. Great, I'll see if I can rush anything. He talked, giving me a beautiful smile. I went back to my half-melted book with that smile. I guess I spent about ten minutes without being able to concentrate, imagining a thousand ways to get that coat off. By the time I found out, it was an hour ago and Dr. Anderson himself called me. I noticed the receptionist was already gone. I looked at the clock and it was almost six o'clock. Sorry I'm late again and thanks for waiting. He talked while he was holding the office door for me to come in. Well? Did he ask? Did everything work out with the treatment? All right, I'm feeling a lot better. Let's see if I'll be discharged today. I'm talking about supeton. He looked at me and gave me a smile, realizing what it meant. I, who had spoken without thinking straight, turned red, because I had just said I was dying to get my ass back. Well, let's check it out. You already know the procedure. He talked, handing me the apron. I took off my clothes and laid aside, like he said it was the first time. Oh, are you like that? He talked, turning around while putting on his gloves, with a certain disappointment in his voice. How? But wasn't that right? I asked, kind of doubtful. Yeah, but... I soon understood that he was indicating that he preferred the way he had positioned me at the other appointment. My putiferous sensor was triggered and before he could change his mind, I moved. I knelt down, almost touching the gurney, leaving my ass exposed. My dick, already half a bomb, was swinging free with all the movement. Wow! That was fast, he talked, giggling. You make up your mind! I replied, laughing too. Is that okay? Actually... open the leg. He spoke, in an amazingly tender tone, when he pushed my legs away, leaving me with the asshole all rolled up. My half-bomb dick was now swinging completely in sight. Wow, that smells good. He spoke, without holding back. I gave a happy smile. I really had it. Good, good. He did. Let's see. And I felt the touch of your finger on my ass, touching the edge. Very good, he completed. Perfect scarring. You're gonna have to be more careful from now on and use a lot of gel when you're giving... anal sex. Not to hurt again. He spoke, correcting himself in time in the term used. And to evaluate the question of... of... he hesitated. The size of the partner. I mean, if he's too thick... he could hurt you. I, who at first was dying of shame, was now having fun with that situation. He had his ass open to a hot doctor, his finger hadn't stopped hanging around my ass. My dick was already totally hard by now. Well, since this part's right, let's do the full exam, okay? I'm gonna put my finger in your... anus to feel your prostate. You'll think you'll feel like peeing, but it's normal. He did. I felt your cold gel finger in my ass. I felt like you spent some time spreading the gel, caressing my ass. Soon I could feel it when your finger penetrated me. Ahhhhhhh... I let go of a muffled moan, unable to control myself. I felt my dick expelled seminal fluid. Does it hurt? He asked, stopping the movement. No, no. I talked a little stuffy, but without explaining why the moaning. Go ahead. And he went on, he could feel his finger spinning up my ass. Seems all right around here. He did. But I wanted to run more tests to make sure there's no problem, okay? He asked, without taking his finger out of my ass. Yes, of course. And what was I gonna say??? He kept moving his finger. I, on four on that stretcher, with my face on the sheet, with my hard dick swinging, and the ass rolled up in the doctor's face, was totally at his mercy. The room was silent. He only listened to his sporadic instructions, but now it seemed that his breath was faster, heavier. He started to make go-and-go movements like a finger, provoking an immediate response from my dick, which was dripping now. Suddenly he took his finger off. I heard the noise of movement with the glove being taken off and the gel tube being tightened and then I felt the cold finger again. But surprise! Now there were two fingers that began to penetrate me slowly. I felt the texture different, without the latex. It is important to know how the sphincter will behave in situations with and without condoms, more or less thick. He spoke, justifying himself. You seem to like playing a lot in this area, don't you? Um, um... I waggled while I was rolling slowly feeling his fingers expanding my ass. Yeah. Good, good! He talked while making a go and come with his fingers. My dick was drooling abundantly. He touched my prostate from time to time, making me sigh deeply and release even bigger gulfs of seminal fluid. At that rate I'd come right away. So I'm gonna... I'm not gonna make it... I said, between my teeth, almost coming. Don't! Hold on! He ordered it, taking his fingers off. I felt empty and pushed my ass back, looking for your fingers again. Easy, boy. We'll continue the exam. But it has to be slow, to test everything right. I'm gonna need you to step out of this position to examine it differently. Put your feet down. Stand up and lean over the gurney. He ordered, giving no room for questioning. I stood up, looking him in the eye and seeing the hungry, horny face that he was. The apron was messing with my movements and I pulled it out, getting totally naked in front of him. My dick lasts pointing up and drooling. He looked at me from top to bottom and gave me a little mouthful of smile. He had his face drowned and breathing heavily. His hard cock marked his gray social pants very visibly. Yeah, now be a good boy and do as I say. I stood by the stretcher and leaned over, lying my chest on the sheet and leaving my ass exposed to the exam. Put the leg away. He did. I pushed my feet away, expanding your access. I felt like he was playing again, looking for my ass with his finger. I'm gonna need you to put your hands away so I can see. He did. What do you mean? I asked, making a mistake. Open your ass. He spoke more directly, telling me what I wanted to hear. So I can continue the exam. Obeying, I put my hands behind my back and pulled the ass bands, exposing my ass. Movement that millions of liabilities make daily around the world. I felt your fingers again. First one, soon accompanied by another. Ahhhhhhh, I sighed deep. All right? He asked. Everything. I answered, breathing heavily Let's just keep testing if everything's okay. He spoke, while apparently inserting a third finger, giving me a nice wide ass. Oh, boy. All right? Can you continue? No, it doesn't. Great. He talked and laughed. I was already rolling again on his fingers. Crazy to come. Everything looks great. He did. Now let's get to the final test. He took his fingers off. Open your ass again. He did. I obeyed. I felt him touch my ass again. He held me in the shoulder. I felt like he was standing right in the middle of my ass. It's always important to use enough lube to avoid hurting yourself again. You can only stop using if your asset is well lubricated with natural lubricant. He then held my other shoulder with his other hand, and I realized what was finally happening. He started pushing my ass. You'll feel an expansion of the sphincter and a little pain at first, but it will pass. It's important to relax for the exam to be done well. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I groaned too loudly when I felt the head of your dick begin to penetrate me. I held on to the pain and stood still, waiting to pass. Yeah, yeah. That's it. Way to go. It's good to know your ass is holding up. He spoke, abandoning the most technical terms. We better make sure he's very firm and elastic so you can play with your males a lot. Now I'm gonna need you to make some moves, like you're squeezing my penis with the sphincter to ease the movement and help relax. What do you mean? I asked myself, making a mistake again. Make it look like you're chewing my dick with your ass. I, who had nothing innocent, started chewing his dick, rolling slowly and swallowing it all, until I felt his pubes twitching my ass. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! We moan in unison when we feel the whole cock embedded inside my ass. He must have had a medium but thick dick to the right extent to give that hot stew and cause that huge pleasure I was feeling. Does it taste good? Can I continue the exam? He whispered in my ear, while I had his tongue in my ear. Ahhhhhh, I moaned in response, rolling and pushing my ass back. Good, good. He talked, laughing quietly at my reaction. And it started pumping slowly. He held me by the waist and set a good pace. If at first he barely moved, now he was about to take off his whole dick and put it back in. I could feel your bloated glans swirling my prostate every step of the way, making my dick drool. My breath was heavy. I see you're well laced and your ass is holding well. Now, let's get to the final test. He talked and took my dick, probably to make me come. Nope. I took his hand and kicked his dick out. Stopping everything. What? Did I hurt you? He asked, kind of scared. Nope. I just don't want it to end yet. I did as I turned around and sat on the gurney. He saw my movement lifting my legs and gave a smile. Lay here, he pointed at the couch. You'll be more comfortable. As I got up, I saw he was taking his clothes off. Until now, he just had his dick out. He took it all off: lab coat, social shirt, pants. Everything. We stand face to face. I looked at him from top to bottom. He was shorter than me, about 5.75 at the most, a body of those who worked out lightly, well-proportioned with muscles, a slight belly. The hair and beard trimmed very short. A hairline covered his torso, already graying like his hair. The grateful surprise was a medium-to-large stick, I don't know, maybe five inches thick, all well-proportioned and firmly pointed up, like saluting me. Even though it was molasses, you could see a drop of drool coming out of your head. The biggest and truest compliment anyone can get: a hard dick and drooling for you. We were staring at each other, not saying anything. I ran my arms over yours and lifted it up a little bit. He stood on his toes, a sign he wanted to. I, taking advantage of the cue, kissed him. Light at first, but more and more furious. Suddenly, he stopped and threw me on the couch. Before I could react, my knee already touched my ears. He had raised my legs with his arms, leaving me all tangled up. Hot fucking asshole! I've wanted to do this since the first time, but I had to leave zero bullet again! He spoke before furiously attacking my ass with his tongue. I answered that robbery screaming like a girl. I'm not ashamed. That was too good. But it didn't last long. Soon he lowered my legs a little bit and gave my dick a blow job, making an end of milkshake. Oh, so I'll come. I spoke between the moaning and trying to control myself. No fucking way. Wait a minute. He spoke, stopping immediately. Knelt on the ground, he caught my dick in a way, holding it under the gland, which I then went to find out is a way to slow ejaculation. He looked at me like a pervert. He dumped my dick and raised my legs. I don't want you to come yet. He talked, fitting his dick into the little door of my ass. Let's get to the final exam. He talked, and he shoved his dick up my ass, making me give a scream of pleasure and fright. Go make fun of your macho cock stuck in your ass, you bitch! He spoke between the teeth, like giving a angry order. And it's already started pumping. Random thoughts came to my head as I watched the irony Dr. Anderson, the one in the impeccable white coat, now there, naked, with his face drowned, dripping sweat on me as he came and went, penetrating my ass with his hot cock. I thought all that and smiled, nodding, not believing my luck. What? Does it taste good, my little bitch? He asked when he saw me smiling. He lay on me, loosening my legs and holding my face and kissed me. A deep kiss. Now I'll always want it. I'll always have that ass of mine. He spoke in my ear between kisses. Like this, my male. Put it in your ass. Take it deep. I said, almost out of breath. The penetration was now very deep. He'd go at a good pace without getting it all out. Our bodies were completely embedded, swirling with sweat. Your dick massaged my prostate and your abdomen rubbed my dick, stimulating me beyond what I could handle. From my breath, he realized that I was getting there and increased the rhythm of the meddling, which led us to orgasm almost at the same time. I would come and feel my sperm spreading among our bodies at the same time that he, trembling, threw himself forward, digging deep and pouring his sperm into the bottom of my ass. One, two, three, several times. Our breaths were back to normal. He was lying on my chest. Your phone started vibrating on the table. He got up fast, his dick made that characteristic plop when it came out of me. He picked up the phone and looked to see that he was calling and signaled to me for silence. Hello? Hey, babe. Yeah, you're late here today. I'll come by and get the pizza. My wife. He murmured, pointing at the phone. There. I did. My fortune to catch married man.