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        As I sucked his cock, I moved onto
all fours and pulled down my shorts.  I positioned myself on his lap and
slid his cock in my ass.   It was a very tight fit at first, but I
relaxed the more I slid up and down his shaft.  My cock was hard and
flopped wildly as I rode Jaden.  Jaden reached around and grabbed my cock
stroking it as he did.  Shortly after he pushed me off and began sucking
my cock, he then positioned himself with his ass in the air and looked at me
expectantly.  I was a little shocked by it, but I did want to try
it.  I slid my cock in his ass with some effort and began fucking
him.  I felt his balls slap against mine and saw him grab his cock with
his hand to begin stroking it.  The ecstasy of the moment was divine, I
never thought this would happen and now it was happening.  The feeling
inside me began to build and I was about to cum, I could not hold on any
longer.  I grabbed Jaden’s tight ass and buried my load deep inside him.
My cumshot set him off and he shot a load of cum all over my couch.  We
both collapsed on the couch naked and sweaty and just stared at each
other.  We got dressed in silence and Jaden went home.  

        I passed the test the next day as
did Jaden, now a few days have gone by, I have not called him, nor has he
called me.  I think maybe we went too far this time.  Thankfully I
had made peace with Kate and had plans tonight to go to dinner.  I
resolved to the fact that Jaden would not call and it was time for me to move
on.  Getting dressed and putting on my shoes, I grabbed my phone before
leaving the apartment.  I looked down at it to see if there were any
messages…..

        There was one message, it was from
Jaden, and it read:

       
Dude, call me we need to talk………

First Time Checkup

 “I knew it was wrong but I could not help myself, even after I left all I
wanted was to go back. The way he touched me, the way he made me feel like a
man it was almost too much to bear.”

       
Desmond’s
new doctor is a man
driven by sex
.  On their first checkup crosses
a line that doctors are not supposed to cross taking Desmond to be his
own.  It is not that Desmond minds, he is just shocked that it happened.

        A relationship ensues between the
two of them. 
A torrid sexually charged relationship
.  Will
the Doctor push things too far?

        His exam
moves in a dangerous direction and now Desmond is going to get it. 

       
This book is a work of fiction, any resemblance to
actual persons living or dead or actual events is entirely
coincidental.   Any names, characters, places, businesses and events
are strictly from the imagination of the author.

Copyright
 2015

       
The atmosphere in the waiting room of
the doctor's office was stale with the smell of antiseptic and new bandages.
Desmond idly flipped through a magazine, his dirty blonde hair sat recklessly
atop his head. As his slender fingers turned the pages, he thought of what his
trainer had said to him that morning.

       
        "Mr. Batone, I understand you
haven't had a physical in two years. You realize that's an issue if you want to
remain a member of this gym, correct?"

       
        He'd felt a stab of frustration.
"I haven't had one because I haven't needed one, sir. I've felt perfectly
healthy." Despite his sedentary lifestyle, he was in great shape. Choosing
to attend a gym geared specifically high performance training was a lofty goal
for him.

       
        "If you're training in this
gym, you'll need to have a physical exam every month. It's how we keep track of
your weight loss and your physical progress."

        "I
don't recall there being anything about a physical in the membership
guidelines," he'd pointed out.

       
        His trainer sighed, tugging out a
piece of paper. "I know. It's a new policy that's been enacted by
management. Please, Mr. Batone, it doesn't take very long. We need you to take
care of this as soon as you can. Besides, it is for your own good."

       
        The trainer’s tone was final,
Desmond had felt rebellious at the time, perhaps due to his Italian heritage.
However, the gym had been wonderful for meeting new friends who complained as
much as he did about the harsh routines and strict trainers. The gym
conveniently happened to be affiliated with a physician's office just across
the street from the building.

       
        Desmond made an appointment for the
next day with the doctor.  He drove to the Doctors office dreading the
thought of being examined.  He entered the office, gave his name and sat
down to wait.  Desmond crossed his legs, jiggling his foot impatiently as
he waited for one of the nurses to call his name.
        Not a patient person by nature, many
of his friends had described him as driven and sometimes too determined in his
endeavors. He was the type to push harder than others, always fighting to
decrease his weakness, that was what joining this new gym
was
all
about.  His sedentary lifestyle he felt was impacting his
dating life for the worse.  Due to his negative dating
experiences,
that
he was ready to swear off his lazy ways. Though he felt he
appearance was not the problem, he always believed that you either complain
about it problem or solve it.  On his dates he'd always hear,
        "Ya I had a great time, let’s
do it again.”
        Though they would never call
back.  He wanted to remove all doubt and make himself a perfect physical
specimen.

       
        "Desmond?" A petite nurse
in scrubs walked out into the waiting room with a clipboard, her face
expectant.

        He shook himself from his reverie
and stood. "That's me." Despite being dressed in his gym clothes and
sneakers, Desmond still towered over the nurse by a good five inches.
"This way, please."

       
        Desmond found himself being led
through a maze of hallways. He would have been utterly lost in this place, but
the nurse seemed confident in her direction. Eventually they arrived at an
empty room. The young nurse nodded to the exam bed in the room. "Go ahead
and have a seat there. Make sure you remove all your clothes and slip on one of
these gowns."

       
        Groaning internally at the skimpy
hospital gown, Desmond slipped his shirt off and shivered in the cool room. The
nurse paid him no attention. "I'll be back in just a moment to get your
height and weight."

       
        Desmond watched her walk out before
he stripped off his pants. He slipped off his restricting boxer briefs, sighing
in relief as his cock was freed from the constricting prison. Trying on the
gown, he tied the back together before looking around the room. Folding
everything neatly, he set it on the nearby chair, propping himself up on
the exam table. Though the thought of being weighed or getting anywhere near a
scale depressed him, he told himself that it was only a temporary number, and
could change easily for the better.  Desmond always felt he was not
muscular enough and could gain more weight.

       
        The cool air in the room had made
his nipples perk up slightly, and he was embarrassed to note that they showed a
little through the fabric of the garment. He’d spent so much time trying to
hide under his clothes that it felt odd to be wearing something so flimsy and
thin, with nothing on underneath.

        There was a polite knock on the
door, and the nurse walked back in, followed by a handsome man in his
mid-thirties. Desmond felt his cheeks flush a little as he looked the man over,
wondering who he was.

        The nurse turned to Desmond.
"Hop down and we'll measure you. This is Dr. Tabard."

        This man...was the doctor? The one
that was going to be examining him? For a moment Desmond felt a flicker of
shame, but shook himself off and remembered he was a doctor. He probably saw
old ladies and fat old men all day, and he couldn't be much worse than that,
could he? With a smile quirking at the corners of his mouth at that thought,
Desmond stepped onto the scale. Dr. Tabard walked up closely behind him.
"So, Mr. Batone, we're doing a full physical for you today?"

        He nodded nervously, trying not to
look at the number on the scale. Instead he studied the doctor when he had his
face turned profile, admiring the five o'clock shadow on his square, strong
jaw. The Doctor’s eyes were dark and deep, but twinkled as if he were always hanging
on to a private joke. His hair was slightly curly and slicked back. Idly he
wondered how it would feel to press close to him and run his hands through it.

        "Mr. Batone?"

The nurse's voice snapped him out of his
fantasy.
       
        "Oh...yes?"

"We're done for now. The Doctor is
going to talk to you about some options to help you gain some weight
and..."

        Desmond felt his stomach drop out,
and tears pricked at his eyes. Dr. Tabard's voice cut through. "Janice,
he's here for a physical. He doesn't need to be treated like that."

        The nurse looked chagrined.
"But doctor..."

        The Doctor’s tone was firm.
"Why don't you go finish up your charts for the day?" It was more of
a command than a suggestion.

        Hiding his face for a moment,
Desmond prayed this handsome doctor hadn't seen his eyes watering. The nurse
walked out in a huff, and there was a strong, sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

        "Are you all right?"

Biting a finger to keep his lip from
quivering, Desmond nodded. He didn't want to look at him, but Dr. Tabard
touched his face gently to guide Desmond’s gaze to him.
        "Please don't take what she
says to heart. Janice tends to be highly critical of anyone who doesn't follow
what she considers to be the ideal lifestyle."

        "But what about you?"
Desmond said, as he felt a tear course down his cheek, and cursed himself for
it.

        The Doctor’s look was intense and
dark. "I think that everyone's body is different, and yours is one of the
healthier ones I've seen."

        "Healthier?" Desmond’s
tone was full of disbelief.

        The Doctor nodded, completely
serious. "Oh yes. I've seen plenty of men your size who have given up on
bulking up, but you're here because you're a member at a nearby gym, isn't that
correct?"

        "I'd...never thought of it that
way before."

        Dr. Tabard gave him a warming smile.
"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. Now, can I have you lie back on the
examination table, please? I'd like to take a look and make sure everything is
working as it should, then you can get on with your day."

        Complying with his request, Desmond
laid back on the padded table, stretching himself out. Dr. Tabard began a
cursory examination, checking his eyes, ears, nose, and throat before moving on
to his chest with his stethoscope.

        "Mr. Batone, I'm going to have
to ask you to remove the gown from your upper half so that I may examine your
chest."

Feeling highly self-conscious, Desmond
tugged the top down revealing his scrawny chest. For a moment there was a
flicker in Dr. Tabard's eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

"Excellent. We have lots to work
with."

"Y--yes." he couldn't figure
out why he would say that, but figured he had to be asking for a reason.

His strong hands were on his chest,
massaging slowly and pressing in various areas. His nipples hardened from the
attention, and he took notice. "Is my attention arousing you, Mr.
Batone?"

        His cheeks turned dark in shame, and
he shook his head. "I--I..."

        He placed a finger to his lips.
"It's quite all right, Mr. Batone. It's natural for the body to respond to
stimuli of this type, as well as other parts of your body."

Baffled at his calm demeanor, Desmond
only nodded. He continued examining his chest, rolling his nipples idly between
gloved fingers as his other hand pressed down over his abdomen. Desmond had to
bite his tongue to stop a small moan that was threatening to escape. He was
grateful when the doctor turned his attention away from his chest to other
areas.  At least, for the moment.

        "Mr. Batone, I need you to move
to the end of the table for me, please, so your hips are hanging just off the
edge. I will be conducting a pelvic exam now."

        Pelvic exam?
He didn't have time to protest before he
had his legs up in stirrups, strapped in so that he was at his mercy. He was
praying he didn't notice his cock was getting harder, but it seemed his prayers
went unanswered when he spoke again, perched on a stool between his legs.

        "You see, Mr. Batone, many
parts of you react when certain stimuli are met. It's perfectly natural. This,
for example." The Doctor’s fingers brushed across his cock, and Desmond
jumped a little, letting out a surprised gasp.

        "Or this." One of his
fingers swiped the full length of his ass, and Desmond couldn't help the small
groan that slipped between his lips.

        "Oh, Mr. Batone, are you
enjoying this?"

        Though every nerve screamed at him
to tear free of the stirrups and deck this handsome doctor for touching him in
such a way, he couldn't quite bring himself to do it. There was something so
intense about these feelings, he was not willing to go free, and Desmond wanted
to see what was going to happen next.

Dr. Tabard continued his examination,
stretching out Desmond’s balls before letting them snap back into place.
"Have you ever been stimulated in this way, Mr. Batone?"

        His voice was choked.
"N-no."

        "Mmm, I see. Do you masturbate
at all?"

        By now he felt like he was beyond
shock. "Sometimes. Not often."

        One of the Doctor’s fingers prodded
at his entrance to Desmond’s ass before slipping inside. "Ah, I see. Well,
I think you should make it a regular routine to pleasure yourself. You'll be
much happier in the long run."

        Desmond couldn't focus on what he
was saying as he slipped a second finger inside him and began slowly pumping
them in and out. "I'd recommend perhaps even purchasing a vibrator."

        Of their own accord his hips began
moving with his gentle finger thrusts. He seized up in shock, however, when he
felt the Doctor’s lips close over the head of his cock and start sucking
gently. He let out a louder moan as his attentions increased the buildup of
pleasure in his belly, before he felt another finger of his slip inside his
ass. His hand began pumping in and out of his ass, with his oral attention on
his cock it wasn't long before Desmond felt the buildup and sudden explosion of
an orgasm. He came with a cry, slumping back onto the table. Dr. Tabard stood
back, taking his legs down from the stirrups and helping him into a sitting
position.