A Likely Story: A Wayward Ink Publishing Anthology (30 page)

Glen turned at the sound of a tap on the door, and called out to indicate the person outside should enter. His nurse, Susan, popped her head around the door and smiled hopefully.

“What is it, Susan?” Glen asked.

“I’m so sorry. Would you mind if I go home a little early? Peter’s school friend’s mum just called. She was looking after him for me and he’s having a tantrum. I need to go and pick him up.”

Glen smiled back at the poor, harassed nurse. She often struggled with childcare, and her five-year-old was a handful. “It’s fine, Susan. I’ve only one more to see. I’m sure I can manage him on my own. Then I’ll be leaving myself.”

“Oh, thank you!” She sighed in relief. “Mr. Reynolds might not have wanted me around anyway. It’s something to do with his
bits down there.”
Susan whispered the last three words, and Glen chuckled.

Susan had been a nurse for over fifteen years, but she’d never been able to bring herself to speak about private parts without blushing and cringing. He often wondered how she’d managed to have two children. She slipped away again and closed the door. Glen turned back to his computer, interested to find out more about Martin Reynolds. He couldn’t remember seeing this particular patient, and it would certainly be prudent to read up on the patient’s history before he arrived.

Martin Reynolds was nineteen years old, a non-smoker, social drinker, and weighed a hundred sixty pounds. There was a history of various cancers on his father’s side, and his mother was diabetic. Martin himself had been hospitalized once at the age of fifteen, to have his appendix removed. Otherwise, he had no record of illnesses or injuries. Glen was curious to know what was wrong with his
bits down there.
Maybe the man struggled with premature ejaculation, or on the other side of the coin, impotence. Perhaps he’d had unprotected sex and was worried, or had found a lump. There was a history of cancer in the family after all. The young guy probably worried about the slightest pimple.

Glen couldn’t help but smile. He hoped there would be nothing seriously wrong with Martin, but examining a young man’s
bits
would certainly brighten a long and boring day. It had been some considerable time since he’d had the opportunity to indulge his fantasies, and it was possible that Martin would be the ideal candidate. Glen always picked them carefully, and so far he’d managed to do it well. No one had ever complained, and some had even booked further appointments, whether they needed to or not.

Glen finished his glass of water, straightened his tie, and checked the time. Martin was due at any moment and was probably already in the waiting room. Glen clicked his mouse to activate the announcement system in the waiting area, which would call Martin to his office. Then he waited, elbows resting on the arms of his chair and fingers steepled together in front of him. Two or three minutes later, there was another tap on the door.

“Yes, come in, please!” Glen called out.

The door opened, and in walked Martin Reynolds—tall, dark, handsome, and red-faced. He was wearing loose-fittings jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, and he stared at the floor rather than at Glen.

“Martin Reynolds, yes?” Glen said. “I’m Dr. Glen Wright. Please sit down.” He indicated the seat at the other side of his desk.

“Thanks.” Martin dropped into the seat and continued to stare downward, avoiding Glen’s eyes.

“What can I do for you, Martin?” Glen asked kindly.

“Um… well… I… um…” Martin flushed deeper and chewed his lip. “I have… um… a problem.”

“Yes?” Glen prompted.

“I have a girlfriend.”

“Okay. …”

“She wants to have sex and I… um… I can’t… I…” Martin hung his head farther, and groaned. “I-can’t-get-an-erection.” He spat the words out as fast as he could.

“I see. This is more common than you might think,” Glen said gently. “Let’s go over some basic things first. Your details say you’re a social drinker. How much would you say you drink during a week?”

“Oh, just three or four beers on Saturday nights, that’s all.”

“Any recreational drugs?”

“No, none.”

“And it says you’re a non-smoker?”

“Yes. Tried it once.” Martin pulled a face. “Not for me.”

“Right. Can I ask… do you have the same problem when you’re alone? Being unable to get erections, I mean,” Glen ventured.

“I didn’t until recently. Now it just… doesn’t work. Is something wrong with me?” Martin raised his head at last, and his pale blue eyes met Glen’s brown ones.

“It’s possible that you’re worrying about making love with your girlfriend. Worry and stress can have quite an effect on what’s going on down there, or not, as the case may be.”

“Well, I never had any trouble wanking until recently!” Martin blurted, and then reddened more than ever. “Oh, God, I’m sorry.”

Glen smiled. “Don’t worry, Martin. I’m a doctor. We get to hear all sorts of things and we’re certainly very broad-minded.” He shuffled in his seat and resisted the urge to adjust his trousers as the image of Martin naked and wanking filled his head. “Tell me, Martin. When you’re alone, what works best for you? Thoughts of your girlfriend, or… something else?”

“Um… I… um… I…” Martin stammered and rubbed his hands over his face. “I don’t know. I watch… DVDs sometimes.”

Glen assumed Martin meant porn. “Well, how about we give you a quick examination first, and make sure there are no physical problems?” he suggested. His cock began to fill at the thought of taking a good, close look at Martin’s
bits down there
.

“Um… okay,” Martin said nervously.

“Would you like a nurse present?” Glen offered, fairly sure that Martin would decline. They all did when they knew their
bits
would be on display.

“God, no!” Martin turned wide, horrified eyes on Glen.

“That’s fine.” Glen rose from behind his desk, hoping his half-erection wasn’t obvious. “I’ll lock the door to make sure there are no uncomfortable interruptions.”

“Good. Thanks.”

So far so good,
Glen thought. He turned the key, and indicated the examination table with the curtain that could be pulled around the area. “Why don’t you get undressed and lay on the table for me?”

“Right. Okay.” Still blushing furiously, Martin stood up and crossed the room. He pulled the curtain and began to undress. Glen listened to the shuffling and rustling, and the sound of Martin’s fly being unzipped, and his cock stiffened fully. He pressed the heel of his hand over it and licked his lips. He was about to get his hands on that young body, and he couldn’t wait. Reluctantly he picked up a pair of latex gloves and put them on, reminding himself to attempt to be professional—at the start, anyway.

Glen waited until he heard the examination table creak, and then he pulled the curtain aside enough to step behind it. Martin was lying on his back with his knees drawn up, thighs pressed together, and hands covering his privates. His face was turned to the wall, eyes squeezed shut.

“Don’t worry, Martin, there’s nothing to be nervous about,” Glen said, hoping he didn’t sound as breathless to his patient as he did to his own ears. His erection strained against his fly as he swept his gaze up and down Martin’s body. He was slim without being skinny, with faintly defined muscles. His chest was smooth and hairless, and his nipples small and dark. Glen swallowed and tried to compose himself. “Place your hands at your sides, please.”

Martin did as instructed and clutched tightly at the edges of the table. He scrunched his face up and ground his teeth. The poor boy looked terrified. Glen eyed his crotch, taking in a neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair, and his cock and balls virtually hidden between his thighs. Glen placed one hand cautiously on Martin’s knee. Martin jumped and his leg trembled.

“Try to relax, Martin. It’s all going to be fine,” Glen soothed.

“Is it?” Martin opened his eyes and looked up at the doctor. “What if I can never have sex?”

“I’m sure that won’t be the case. Now, put your legs down and let’s have a look at you.”

Martin took a deep breath and lowered his legs to the table. His cock slipped free and flopped against his lower stomach, and his balls became visible, pulled up tight with anxiety. Glen reminded himself not to lick his lips or allow his expression to slip into one of lasciviousness. It wouldn’t do to scare the patient away. He had one or two doubts about Martin now. He seemed too scared, and the last thing Glen wanted was the boy running home to his parents to complain. Then again, Martin was exactly the type of boy who would never say anything to his parents that related to sex.

“Right, then.” Glen reached out and gently picked up Martin’s limp cock. “Circumcised, I see.” This delighted him, and his erection pulsed eagerly. Luckily the table was high enough to cover him, if he stood close to it.

“Is that a problem?” Martin asked.

“Not at all. Circumcision makes the penis a little less sensitive, but that will only serve to… prolong things.”

“If anything ever happens,” Martin said with a sigh. The color had faded from his face, and although he remained tense, he seemed less nervous.

“I’m sure it will.” Glen slowly drew his hand along Martin’s length and gave the head a light squeeze. He rubbed his thumb over it and traced the shape of the crown, and Martin bit his lip. Glen released him and moved his hand to the young man’s sac instead. He took both balls in his palm and rolled them around, then stroked them with the tips of his fingers. The soft skin was covered in silky hairs, and Glen imagined himself bending down to suck them, one at a time, into his mouth. “Everything feels normal here. No abnormalities.”

“Really?” Martin’s sigh was with relief this time.

“Really. I’m going to need to check one or two other things—your perineum and your rectum. The perineum is a particularly sensitive area, and the prostate, inside, too. Let’s make sure everything’s okay there. Then we’ll know you don’t have a physical problem, and that it’s more likely to be what’s going on in your head.”

“Okay.” Martin seemed enthusiastic and didn’t hesitate to turn over and position himself on hands and knees when Glen requested it. With Martin’s head down and face turned the other way, Glen no longer had to school his expression. He stared avidly at Martin’s pale, round buttocks and exposed pucker. His balls hung between his legs, looser than they had been. Glen felt himself leak a little pre-come into his underwear, and he gave himself a surreptitious rub before he put his hands on Martin again.

Glen cupped a hand between Martin’s legs and nudged his balls with his fingertips. They swung forward and then back, and bumped his knuckles. Glen applied gentle pressure to the area between Martin’s sac and anus, and Martin shuddered slightly and emitted a low grunt. Glen continued exploring for a moment, and leaned down to peek beneath Martin’s belly. Martin’s cock had lengthened a little and Glen smiled to himself. He watched as he stroked the area between Martin’s balls and ass, and noticed the young man’s cock swell a little more. He took his hand away and reached for the bottle of lubricant he kept on a shelf nearby.

“I’m going to examine you internally now,” Glen said, and liberally coated his latex-covered fingers in lube. “Breathe out and relax, Martin. I’ll try to make sure you don’t feel any discomfort.”

“Okay.” Martin let out a shaky breath. Glen circled one finger around his hole, watching it twitch and clench. He applied gentle pressure with the fingertip, and it slowly disappeared into his patient’s body.

“Umph.” Martin trembled and gripped the edges of the table until his knuckles turned white. Glen took another quick look under him, and noticed his cock twitching and quivering. He gradually worked his finger deeper, until it was as far inside Martin as he could reach. He withdrew it, pushed it back in, and curled it, and Martin let out a startled yelp. “What the…?” he gasped.

“That’s your prostate, Martin. Stay relaxed, please. It all seems to be fine, but I want to check that things are in good working order. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” Martin whispered.

Glen slowly worked a second finger into Martin’s hot, tight tunnel, and at the same time wriggled his other hand free of the latex glove and palmed himself through his clothes. He hated the texture of those damn gloves. He was so hard he ached, and watching his fingers pushing deep into this gorgeous young man’s body was almost too much. Glen feared that if he didn’t move things along more quickly, he would make a mess of his smart trousers.

Glen thrust both fingers into Martin more firmly, pumped them in and out a few times, and then found his prostate again and began to massage it. Martin shuddered and hung his head. His hips moved the smallest amount as if his body wanted to respond, but he wouldn’t let it. Another glimpse showed Glen that Martin was fully hard, his cock swollen and red, swaying beneath him. Glen cautiously slid his other hand between Martin’s legs and cupped his sac in his warm, uncovered hand. Glen tugged on Martin’s balls gently, and then lifted them and rubbed them against the base of his cock. Martin groaned. A bead of pre-come dripped from him onto the disposable cover on the table. Glen’s erection throbbed impatiently and leaked into his underwear.

Throwing caution to the winds, Glen withdrew his fingers and quickly disposed of the second glove. He continued to caress and squeeze Martin’s balls in his left hand while he fumbled for the lube and coated his fingers. Then he slid them back inside Martin and resumed fucking him with them. Martin barely acknowledged anything had changed. He was trembling all over and had moved his knees a little farther apart until they were braced on the edges of the table. He rocked back onto Martin’s hand and small whimpers forced their way from his lips.

“Martin. …” Glen began.

“Uh. …”

“I think we can safely say there’s nothing wrong with you. Not at all. Everything seems to be functioning just fine.”

“Mmm.” Martin’s ass clenched, as if in an attempt to keep Glen’s fingers inside, in case he might be thinking of stopping what he was doing. Glen curled them and resumed massaging his prostate. The tight pink ring grasped at his fingers, and Glen pressed his groin against the edge of the table in an effort to gain a small amount of friction. His balls felt as if they were about to explode, and he realized he hadn’t been so desperate to come in a very long time.