The Boner and Dr. M

I awoke this morning to a big, throbbing boner. I punched my alarm and then rolled myself over so I was lying on my stomach. The weight of my body pushing against my hard-on was nice. I started humping the mattress slowly, feeling each wave of pleasure roll through my tired body.

Eventually I fell out of bed and crawled to the shower. Normally my morning wood shrivels up at this point, but this time it didn’t. I looked down and thought about asking “where did you come from?” – but instead I was left speechless by its intrinsic beauty. Decorated with rolling beads of water, my cock looked big, thick and appetizing. I used to always wish that I could make any man appear before me whenever I needed a good sucking and fucking, and this time was no different. I poured body wash all over my crotch and rubbed the slippery suds over my dick with both hands as if I was feeding out a rope.

“Yeah, fuck me, Scott” I said out loud.

“Yeah, make me cum all over myself. Fuck me.”

I jacked myself off until I reached a point that I like to call “the wall.” Maybe it’s just me, but do you ever reach a point when jacking off where suddenly your mind and dick (or vagina) act as though they just experienced a mini-orgasm and suddenly you’re not as horny as you were before and your dick becomes uncomfortably sensitive. It usually lasts thirty seconds or so and it only occurs if I am by myself and not stimulating my ass.

Well, I reached the wall and ceased jacking off. I toweled myself off and went to pour myself some cereal. The boner persisted.

I looked down at it after finishing my cereal and brown spotted banana and said “what do you want from me?”

I almost felt like my penis let out a little cough at that point (*cough* Cyrus, why have you neglected me?), but then I realized it had to throw up, so I went and pissed in the bathroom. My pee went flying in all directions – something that always happens whenever you piss through a big boner.

It was right then that my phone rang. A new client – a forty something doctor – wanted to meet me at his penthouse apartment by the beach.

I drove and rotated through a pile of old CD’s. My boner and I bobbed our heads to the heavy rock and techno beats that boomed out of my car.

At Dr. M’s place I was instructed to lye down on his bed wearing nothing but my underwear. Apparently, he had long fantasized about deeply examining a young, male patient. First he checked the lymp nodes along the sides of my neck – then he moved down and pressed his fingers against different parts of my bare chest and stomach.

“Everything looks good so far” he said.

Then he peeled back my boxers and started pressing at the lymph glands along the sides of my groin. The side of his hands were brushing against my cock and balls, causing me to become even harder than I had been before.

Dr. M didn’t play with my dick at this point, instead he asked me to turn over.

On my back he slowly worked his hands down my spine, pressing down against every single vertabrae. Then he put a cold stethoscope against my back and worked it around the top of my ribs – asking me to breathe in and out every few seconds.

Finally he got down to my ass. He rubbed his hands over my ass cheeks a little and then pulled them apart. I could feel pre-cum drooling out of my dick – the doctor-patient roleplay was turning me on a lot more than I had anticipated.

He pushed his fingers against parts of my ass and then finally started working its way up into my hole. Then he pulled his finger out and licked my asshole a few times. I shuddered each time I felt his hot tongue.

Then he rolled me over again and took my cock into his mouth. I put my hands ontop of his head and squirmed around in the bed – wrinkling the sheets in the process.

My boner was happy as a clam getting worked over inside of Dr. M’s wet mouth.

Dr. M then reached his finger around and stuck it up my ass.

I felt pleasure radiating out from both ends of my body. The pleasure slowly rose and rose until -

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Dr. M spat out my cock halfway through the orgasm and watched the sperm squirt out in the air. Then he put it back in his mouth and sucked all of the white juice off of it. At this point I was squirming like a little kid at the dentists. My post cumming dick was sensitive and the continued sucking felt too intense to handle.

When I was done I took my cash and hopped back into my car. I was passing over a high bridge overlooking downtown when, suddenly, I felt the boner return.