Dr Wallace's Casebook 1

"So give me an example of when you did."

He shrugged again, considering possibilities. "I dunno. I guess I like standing next to rows of men in the gents, taking a piss. Everyone checking each other out."

"That's hardly exposing yourself, though, is it?"

"I don't go down the local woods and pull my cock out for little boys, if that's what you're asking..."

I smiled patiently. "I wasn't. But you said you occasionally, deliberately, show other men your organ..."

He took a deep breath and thought about a reply.

At length, he said, "Okay. A few months ago, I had to go on a course with a younger member of staff. He's a cocky little squirt, and I wasn't too pleased that we had to share a room. I suppose, over those couple of nights, I deliberately showed myself off a bit..."

"Why?"

"To piss him off. And... of course... to entertain myself." He smirked.

"What did you do?"

"Well, the first night, as we undressed, he clearly wanted me to see his cock, maybe thinking himself pretty well kitted-out. He was nicely built, I'll grant him that, but was easily a good couple of inches shorter than me and nowhere near as thick. I suppose he wanted to show the older guy what he was made of, and kind of flashed it a little before he pulled a pair of night-shorts on."

I smiled. "And then you showed him your response?"

He chuckled. "In spades. I mean, he could see as soon as I took off my trousers, from the sag of my briefs, what was coming."

He added, with a grin, "I go through pairs of briefs pretty quickly!"

"And when you took them off?"

"He just stared at it. For the first couple of seconds at least, he made no attempt to hide his amazement."

I laughed. "And you gave him plenty to see?"

"Jesus, yeah! I paraded around the room! I mean, I was chatting casually, brushing my teeth and stuff, while my cock slapped around on my thighs and he kept taking what he thought were discreet glances at it."

"And you kept it up the whole time you were in the room together? Deliberately?"

"Yeah," he grinned. "I was definitely deliberate about it. When I dressed on a morning, I'd put my vest on first and then a shirt, letting my cock hang down from beneath the bottom of it, chatting away but watching him watching it. Then I'd bend for my socks and let him see it dangling low between my thighs beneath my arse. Then I'd make it swing like a pendulum as I pulled on my socks. And then, and only then – with him trying to seem cool but hardly able to take his eyes off it – would I pull on my briefs."

I laughed. "You tease you!"

He laughed back. "It was fun!"

"Was he aroused by it?"

"I think so. I know he's got a girlfriend, but I heard him wanking in the shower on both mornings we were there, so I guess I stirred something in him."

"Have there been any other examples of this kind of thing?"

"The odd few."

"Do you want to tell me another?"

He shrugged. "Okay. When my wife's brother came to stay with us, I deliberately left the bathroom door open while I was taking a shower and didn't pull the shower curtain."

"What happened?"

"Well I timed it so that I'd be in there when he woke up. After a few minutes, I saw him looking in at me; looking at my cock."

"Like he was meant to."

He went on, "I called out, 'Feel free to come in if you need to take a piss, mate.' He did and while he stood pissing at the toilet, we chatted. He kept glancing over at my cock, trying to make it look like he was just casually looking around the room."

"Did he like what he saw?"

"Well I noticed it was a lot bigger than his, and I think he was semi-hard by the time he finished pissing but I couldn't swear to that."

"Okay. Any other occasions that spring to mind?"

He seemed reluctant to offer any more examples. He said, "Well they all become much the same. Different people, similar situations." He paused and then went on, "Except for one, but I was kind of saving it for the psychiatrist..."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. I suppose I'm kind of ashamed of it. It was something I shouldn't have done but, at the time, I couldn't really help myself."

"Well, at the moment I'm thinking a referral to sexual psychologist would be the best. I know just the right guy, actually. But if things have happened which are more serious than the examples you've given, then I'd like to know about them. A psychiatrist might, after all, be the best option..."

He thought about that for a few moments. Then he said, "Well, no-one was hurt or anything. It's not serious in that sense. It was just... well... something I suppose I'm pretty embarrassed about..."

"I don't mind if you'd rather not tell me."

He shook his head. "No. I've told you the rest. It's not like it's some huge revelation anyway. It's just... well... a bit weird..."

For a couple of moments I didn't say anything. I wanted to give him his own space to tell me.

After that short silence, he went on, "Well, a month or so ago, the men's toilets at the school were renovated. It was supposed to happen in the holiday but there was mix up and –"

"I thought you said nothing else deliberate happened at school."

He looked at me defensively. "Well, this did."

Then he went on, "The room is pretty small – there are a couple of urinals and washbasins, and a cubical with a toilet in it. There must be forty or fifty men on the staff so you can imagine it gets pretty busy in there at break-times..."

I nodded.

"Anyway they'd taken down the walls of the cubical and removed the door – they were sheets of... what do you call it... formica... or something?"

I shrugged.

"Kind of like hardboard," he explained.

"Okay. I get the picture."

"Well, the toilet was just there on its own in the room with nothing around it. I went in to take a piss just before break and the room was empty. I thought, 'Jesus, that's pretty bad. If anyone needs to take a crap, they're not going to get much privacy.'"

He paused, clearly waiting for a reaction or to be prompted. I said, "And then you thought you might just do that..."

He blushed for the first time in over half an hour. He looked genuinely ashamed of himself.

He said, quietly, "I couldn't stop myself. That's actually why I came to see you. At the time I enjoyed it so much, but afterward... well... I just haven't been able to look anyone in the eye..."

I nodded. "Okay. So what actually happened?"

He took a deep breath. "I pulled down my trousers and briefs, and sat on the toilet. I didn't actually take a crap – that would have been disgusting – but I just sat there like I was going to."

"And your dick?"

"It was big enough to hang over the edge of the seat. To be honest, even as I waited for someone to come in and imagined their response, it was becoming semi-hard."

He looked up at me and added, blushing again slightly, "I actually withdrew my foreskin over my bell-end to really emphasize how big it is... I wish I hadn't done that now..."

"Why?"

"I dunno... I just think maybe it made it looked more staged."

"Okay. What happened when someone came in?"

"Well, he was apologetic but I just shrugged like I didn't care. I said something like, 'Sorry, mate, but they're halfway through fixing this place up... I just kind of got caught short!' The guy laughed and said 'No worries' – I think he was one of the caterers – and went to take a piss.

"He couldn't stop looking at my cock – I think that's what made me stay seated on the toilet. When I'd first sat down, I'd just intended to sit there until someone came in and then pretend to clean up and flush. But the way he looked at my cock – and then the sight of his at the urinal looking smaller than my bell-end on its own – well... I just stayed put."

"Do you think it was obvious that you were semi-erect?"

"I don't think so. The end of it was floppy enough to hang over the edge of the toilet seat. I suppose you'd have to know my cock pretty well to be able to tell that it was much bigger and thicker than normal."

"How big was it in this state?"

"I don't know exactly, but I'd say well over ten inches long and... well..." He glanced at my forearm, before continuing, "As thick as your wrist."

I grinned. "That's pretty impressive. I can see why you'd want to show it off, but I don't think it was a good idea doing something like that in front of your workmates."

He blushed again. "Yeah, I know. I hadn't intended to do it. It just got out of hand."

"More people started coming in?"

He chuckled dryly. "The place became crowded. Guys I've known for years were coming in, standing to take a piss and looking down at my cock that must have been two, three or even four times the size of theirs."

"Do you think they suspected you were aroused?"

He shook his head emphatically. "No! Really, I don't. I mean, my face must have been scarlet and I was apologising profusely. They were saying, 'Don't worry about it, mate' and, 'It's not your fault. They shouldn't have taken the cubical apart just before break-time'. Stuff like that."

"But all the time you were enjoying it?"

"Part of me, yes. Enjoying their interest – their fascination – with my cock. I mean, most of them just know me as the quiet Maths teacher who keeps himself to himself at work – a total nonentity, basically – and yet now they could see, between my legs, the kind of cock that most of them would die for."

"Penis size is so important, is it?"

He sneered. "People with small cocks say it isn't, that it's what you do with it and all that crap, but you show me a guy who wouldn't give his right arm for a cock the size of mine..."

"Okay. So you caused a lot of interest?"

He smiled but behind it was the same shame that he'd shown when he'd started telling me this part of his story. "Let's just say, most of them lingered. Some of them struck up conversation with me to give me the chance to get a longer view of me."

"Did you stay there the whole of break-time?"

"Most of it. Until it had quietened down and I had the chance to pull my trousers up without anyone noticing that I was hard."

"You were fully hard by the time you did?"

He shook his head. "Not fully. I have to be really aroused for my cock to actually stand upright. But I was hard enough for it to stick pretty prominently outwards from my balls and for my bell-end to be the size of... I dunno... maybe a small apple or something."

"And you're sure no-one saw you were in that state?"

"They saw the maths teacher sitting on the toilet openly showing off his fucking enormous cock!" he barked. "Isn't that enough?!"

I said gently, "I just think it gives you a lot of explaining to do if they knew you were aroused by what you were doing. If they didn't realise that you were, what you did might seem a bit eccentric, but at least it can be explained by having a particularly upset stomach just at that rather unfortunate moment when the cubical had been dismantled..."

He thought about what I'd said and took a few seconds to calm down. Then he said, more evenly, "I don't think they did. They just saw it was big, they wouldn't have known how excited I was."

"Okay. You said you've felt embarrassed about this: did that prevent you from reliving it while you were masturbating in the days afterward?"

He shook his head. "No, I've wanked and thought about it. I mean, it embarrasses me when I'm feeling... you know... practically minded. I realise then what a weirdo I must have looked. But when I feel turned on... well... anything goes."

"Yeah. That's what's worrying about it."

I glanced up at the clock and saw that it was after seven o'clock. I was surprised that security hadn't banged impatiently on the door.

"We'd better leave it there," I said. "It's getting late. I'm going to refer you to the sexual psychologist after all and he can decide whether or not he wants to involve someone else. I'm assuming here that you'd prefer a male psychologist...?"

He nodded.

I stood up to get my jacket on and he did too.

He said, "Thanks for listening to me, Dr Wallace. I think just talking about it has made a lot of difference and some of the stuff you said – the way you put it – made a lot of sense."

I smiled. "Thanks, but I wouldn't dare to advise you. You'll have to talk to the psychologist for suggestions about where to go from here."

He nodded.

As I opened the door to show him out, I said, "You'll get a letter from him over the next week or so suggesting a time for the appointment."

I heard later that a letter had been sent three times, but had remained unanswered.

Since the guy never returned to my surgery and I never heard any more about him, I assume that he managed to get his – shall we say – 'habit' under some sort of control.

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In this, the first of what I hope will be series of "cases", I wanted to write a story which, despite having no gay characters or sexual acts, would nevertheless be regarded as a successful erotic gay story. Any comments you have would be welcome!