Dr Wallace's Casebook 4

He swivelled round and lay down flat on the examination table. His cock flopped onto his stomach and the head of it, now with a wide clearly-defined ridge at the base of his helmet, reached up past his belly button.

He looked over at me and grinned sheepishly, "I have to get into a pretty weird position."

I smiled and nodded. "I'm familiar with it."

"You're gonna see parts o' me that neither of us want you to see."

I chuckled. "I'm sure I'll cope, Shaun. Don't worry about it."

With almost gymnastic ease, he swung his legs upward and wrapped his arms around his thighs, bringing his feet back down onto the examination table behind his head. His arse was now sticking upwards into the air and his buttocks were gratuitously splayed. His anus, which was puckered up into a surprisingly dark purple colour, seemed to stare up at me from within his hairless arse cleft. His cock, not fully erect but thick and solid-looking, hung downward towards his nose while his balls dangled down inside his scrotum above his eyes.

I said, "I'm surprised you don't mind letting your mates see you like this."

He looked up at me. His face was flushing a deep red from the position he was in. "You mean, with my arsehole on show?"

I nodded. "Well, that and... er... everything else. I wouldn't like the idea of my friends seeing me so... exposed."

He started playing with his cock again, manipulating it with his hands while his arms stayed firmly wrapped around his thighs. "It bothered me the first couple o' times I let people see me. But after seeing the guy who shoved the eggs up his arse, it doesn't seem so weird..."

"It's not weird. I’d just be embarrassed."

I saw his cock lengthening further until the tip of its swollen head was less than an inch from Shaun's face. He said, still squeezing it to coax more length from it, "Do you see anythin' wrong so far?"

I shrugged. "Your back is strongly curved, but it isn't causing you any discomfort, is it?"

He shook his head and his nose almost touched the tip of his cock. "It gets a lot more bent than this, but. It just takes a few minutes to get into the right position."

I nodded. "I think the only worrying thing I can see so far, then, is the fact your anus looks so swollen."

"My arsehole?"

I nodded and his face flushed a darker shade of red.

I went on, "It's a dark purple colour and the skin around it looks quite inflamed. It should really be pink and much smaller than it looks now."

He kept blushing and clearly didn't know what to say.

I decided to grasp the nettle. "Have you allowed someone to penetrate you?"

He looked up at me, "You mean fuck me?"

I nodded.

He looked outraged. "No! I'm not fuckin' gay!"

I smiled to try and show him that this wasn't some kind of Spanish Inquisition. "I'm not suggesting you are. I thought, maybe, you and your mates were messing around or something..."

"No. Definitely not. We don't do that kind o' stuff. Jesus..."

"Okay. Do you enjoy penetrating yourself while you masturbate?"

Now he hesitated. "D'you mean, like, fingering mesel'?"

I nodded and he averted his eyes away from me. I was disappointed to notice that his cock had withdrawn an inch from his face because of his discomfort at my questioning.

After a few seconds, he said, "Would you think it was weird if I did?"

I smiled again. "Not at all. Loads of guys do it. Stimulation of the prostate gland inside a guy's bum can really intensify an orgasm."

He brightened up. "Yeah?"

I nodded. "Yeah." I was about to tell him that I sometimes enjoyed doing that myself during solitary moments of pleasure, but I decided against it and opted for a more neutral: "There's nothing strange or at all wrong in it. I know that for a fact."

He smirked up at me, perhaps knowing what I meant, and got on with reviving his cock.

I continued, "I just worry that maybe you're being a little rough with yourself. Your anus – er, arsehole – looks quite sore."

He shrugged. "I just use my middle finger. Nothin' else."

"With lubrication?"

He clearly didn't know what I meant and just stared up at me, his hand now masturbating his cock in the usual way most guys do, rolling his foreskin up and down his shaft.

"Lubrication is something slippery which reduces the friction between the skin of your finger and the inside of your bum."

He chuckled. "I think there's somethin' like that inside there already."

I threw him a look of mock disgust and we both grinned. Then I said, "I mean something like KY jelly. You've never used anything like that?"

He shrugged again. His cock was now less than an inch from his face again. "I 'aven't even 'eard of it."

"I'll show you some later, if you like."

He nodded. "Yeah."

"I might even manage a free sample."

He smiled. "Nice one."

Then he said, "I think I'm about ready. It doesn't usually take me so long to get 'ard – I mean, if it did, I'd 'ardly ever bother, you know..."

I nodded, glancing around the room at the posters showing different types of dermatitis and what happens during kidney failure. "It's hardly the best place to make you feel aroused."

He pulled his foreskin right back to expose fully his large, red bell-end, and then stretched his face upward to give it a lick. His cock noticeably stiffened in response and pushed its way closer towards his mouth as if asking for more.

He looked up at me and grinned. "Yum!"

He began eagerly licking as much as he could of the ripened plum of his bell-end, rubbing his tongue up and down the crease on its underside and swirling it around his swollen piss-slit. His cock lengthened further and the ridge along its underside became thicker and more pronounced.

He muttered, "I'm gonna be able to suck it in a minute. Once I get started, me muscles'll loosen up and I'll be able to get a couple of inches of it into me mouth."

I was impressed at how large it had become in response to the attentions of his mouth. I'd always thought of my own cock, at eight inches, as being quite impressive, but here was one on a seventeen-year-old that easily dwarfed it both in length and thickness.

I said, "When you get into it, I’ll feel along your spine to check that the strain is evenly distributed. And I'll check your hips to see that they're not too twisted. If that's okay?"

He nodded distractedly and then puckered his lips upwards to give the tip of his bell-end a kiss. The sensation was obviously very satisfying because he let out a low, involuntary groan.

I smiled, enjoying watching his mounting pleasure.

He started masturbating with his hand again, quite quickly now. As he did so, he stretched his neck upward and bent his back just a little bit further and managed to get the top of his cock into his mouth. It was just a couple of centimetres, but he immediately began sucking urgently on it, making slurping noises as if feeding on his own precum.

He stretched again and managed to get an inch inside his mouth.

Then a little further, and further again, and soon he was sucking on almost the whole of his own bell-end.

He began bobbing his head up and down, using his lips to do the head of his cock what his fingers had been doing far less effectively a little earlier. He was clearly, by now, fully erect and the stem of his cock was as thick as a church candle with protruding veins zigzagging along its length.

He seemed to be trying to take a little more of it into his mouth each time his head bobbed up to consume it. The slurping noises were becoming louder and faster as the pleasure he was clearly feeling developed.

I could see why he would choose to masturbate like this in his bedroom if he thought the coast was clear! Wouldn't anyone who had this amazing ability?

I gently checked along Shaun's spine as his body rocked in self-gratification. The vertebrae were equally spread, showing that each one was taking a fair share of the burden he was placing on them, and those around his neck – those that I could feel without disturbing him too much – similarly showed no cause for concern.

While I was examining his hips, he farted audibly; a result, I suppose of the extreme position he was in and the fact that he was, as he'd told me, relaxing his muscles so that he could get as much of his cock as he could into his mouth. Both of us chose to ignore the sound, but I noticed the red of Shaun's face deepen a little.

When I was content that Shaun was doing no obvious physical damage to his body by doing this to himself, I stood back to admire the sight of him – quite literally – devouring himself. It was, in a way, rather beautiful: his face was so rapt in pleasure that he just stared contentedly upwards at his own balls bobbing around above him; his cock was slippery from his own spit as it pumped in and out of his eager lips; and his whole upper body was contorted into a circle and swayed to the rhythm of his bobbing head.