Dr Wallace's Casebook 4

I spoke out, reluctant to break his enjoyment but aware that other patients would be waiting to see me: "Well, I can't see any physical reason why you should be worried about what you're doing."

He pulled his mouth away from his cock with a loud slurp and it pressed, large and thick and as solid as a rock, into his cheek as he turned toward me. Breathlessly, he muttered, "D'you wanna show me that thing you said about lubrication? Show me how it's done...?"

"I can show you that when you've dressed."

"No, now. Show me..." He gestured with his eyes up at his arse.

I thought he must want me to put some lubricant around his anus so that he could finger himself while he was in this position. I wasn't keen on prolonging this any longer than was necessary, but I thought that it might not be such a bad idea: after all, I could make sure that he wasn't being too rough with such a delicate part of his body and that his nails were properly trimmed so as to make the act as safe as possible.

I walked over to my drawers and heard Shaun's slurping start up again. I thought, "Jesus, once you get this lad started, there's no stopping him!"

When I'd located a fresh tube of lubricant, I walked back over to him, sucking his own cock more deeply than I would have thought possible: he was getting over four inches of it into him every time his eager mouth lunged towards it.

I said, "This'll feel a bit cold, but believe me it's a lot better than using nothing, or using spit which you may have done."

I punctured the cap on the top of the tube and then reached over to Shaun's backside to squirt a gob of the clear oily liquid onto his anus. He tensed up momentarily from its coldness but quickly recovered his rhythm.

I looked down at his face, noticing how intently he was concentrating on pleasuring his cock with his lips and tongue. I said, "Okay, if you want to have a try, I'll make sure you're doing it in a safe way."

He withdrew his cock from his mouth with another loud slurp and gasped, so breathlessly that I knew his orgasm must be very close, "No, you. Show me..."

His cock was back inside his mouth and he was pumping again by the time I realised what he meant.

I said, "You want me to finger you?"

He glanced up at me and nodded without missing a beat.

I knew I should refuse – there really was no medical reason why I should push my finger into him – but I was feeling quite aroused by the sight of what he was doing to himself and so I hesitated to consider the possibility. I supposed that, were questions to be asked at a later date, I could always say that I was showing Shaun how to safely do something that he'd already admitted to doing in a potentially harmful way. It was a long shot that anyone would believe that as a reason, but at that moment it seemed more than adequate.

In any case, he was asking me to.

I reached over and gently inserted my middle finger into his arse. I was fully aware that I should have put on a latex glove but hoped that Shaun was too immersed in his own pleasure to notice.

His anus opened eagerly to accommodate me and his rectum seemed to try and draw my finger into it. His arse wanted to eat my finger as much as his cock wanted his mouth to!

Shaun tensed at the pleasure of my intrusion and then began feasting on his cock so quickly and frantically, his whole body moving to the rhythm of it thrusting in and out of his mouth, that the legs of the examination table he was on started to thump against the floor.

I wiggled my finger around inside him, enjoying the slickness of his bowels, and then extended it as far in as it would go until I could feel the warm round bulge of his prostrate. Gently, I pressed against it and then withdrew my finger a little to begin slowly fucking him with it.

Shaun groaned in appreciation and, from the quickness of his breath through his nose and the rapidly darkening colour of his face, I realised he was about to climax.

I first knew that his orgasm was upon him when I felt his rectum squeezing rhythmically against my finger. I don't know why, but it made me smile.

Then I saw him swallowing in rapid gulps, trying to drink as much of his semen as he could, before some of it spilled out from his mouth and ran in thick white streams down his cheeks. From the quantity he produced, it looked like he hadn't experienced a release in days.

As the intensity of his climax subsided and the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of his mouth slowed, I withdrew my finger with a slurp and walked over to wash my hands at the sink.

I said, as though formally concluding a series of suggestions about how best to finger ones own anus, "And, it's crucial to wash your hands afterward, Shaun. Pay particular attention to underneath the nails."

Through the mirror above the sink, I saw Shaun's lips finally stop milking the last drops of semen from his softening cock. He pulled his mouth away from it and it flopped onto his cheek with a heavy, spent thud.

He said, surprisingly cheerily given what he'd just done, "I've got to take this slowly now... otherwise it can 'urt like 'ell for days."

I looked over at him directly, drying my hands. He was slowly straightening his back, pulling his legs upwards as if trying to stand on his head. His cock stood outwards from his body, still mostly erect and looking impossibly large, as he straightened himself up.

I said, "I think I'd take it slower than that if I were you. It must have taken you twenty minutes to get into the position..."

He shook his head, looking towards me. His legs were now coming down onto the table, so that he was lying normally on his back. He said, "It doesn't work like that. I mean, everything's still relaxed – I'll be able to get mesel' back like I was for ages, not that I'd wanna – it's just that I can pull a muscle or somethin' if I take it too quickly."

He jumped from the table, his cock standing proud with the bell-end looking red and ripe from the attentions it had just received. A droplet of semen had oozed from the slit and looked like a small watery pearl.

Once again, he seemed totally unconcerned about displaying himself so candidly in front of a relative stranger. I'd assumed that, once he'd climaxed, he might feel a little embarrassed about the fact he'd continued pleasuring himself to the point of orgasm in front of his doctor. But, perhaps, once a guy has done something like in front of his friends, repeat performances in front of other people don't really seem that significant.

I passed him some tissue from my dispenser and he wiped the cum from his face and then cleaned the end of his cock.

I said, "Well, I hope I've put your mind at rest, Shaun. I don't think you've anything to worry about."

He threw the tissue into the small bin underneath the examination table and then reached for his underwear. "Yeah. I'm glad I came. You were..." He paused to grin at me. "Pretty helpful..."

I smiled neutrally. "If you want me to refer you to have some x-rays taken to support what I've said, I can easily do that."

He shrugged and manoeuvred his still-hardened cock into those faded boxer briefs of his. "I don't think so. I think I can trust you on this. You seem to know what you're on about."

As he finished getting dressed, I fished a couple of tubes of lubricant from my drawers and handed them to him. "There you go, Shaun. With the compliments of the house."

He thanked me and popped them into his baggy canvas trousers which hung from his arse like they were about to fall down.

He said, "So now you've seen three guys sucking themselves off..."

I nodded. "I suppose I have."

"Do you wish you could do it?"

I chuckled. "After seeing the fun you just had, of course I do!"

He grinned. "Maybe I could try an' teach you...?"

My smiled faded. "I'm not sure that's physically possible, is it?"

"I dunno... there's a few tricks you can learn that makes it easier. Anyway, we could always try. As a way o' me saying thanks... you know?"

I nodded.

He grinned more broadly, said, "Maybe we'll have a try sometime, then," and then let himself out of the room.