Once Upon A Fantasy

“So far so good,” I said, giving his rigid meat a
playful stroke that caused his foreskin to retract and reveal
the entire knob of his hammering organ. I knew my gesture
was completely inappropriate, I had no way of knowing how
Mark would react, but I couldn’t help myself. “Everything
appears to still be working just fine.

Mark sat up and rested back on his elbows. His eyes
wander briefly onto the sizable bulge in the crotch of my
pants. “I think you’re right,” he said rather sheepishly.
“Does this usually happen? I mean, do most guys you have to
shave get hard like this?”

I shrugged. “Sometimes they do. Don’t worry about it.
It happens.”

Again Mark’s eyes focused on the lumbering rod of stiff
dick, throbbing in my pants. “Do you always get hard? He
asked. “Or am I special?”

I felt myself blushing. My face felt like it was on
fire. I could have lied, but I had the feeling he was headed
somewhere with his line of questioning. I decided to take a
chance and be honest. “No, I usually don’t get a hardon when
I’m working on a patient, so I guess that must make you
special.”

Mark smiled and nodded. “It’s nice knowing I’m
appreciated,” he said coyly. “But I’m glad you finished when
you did. I don’t know how much you would have appreciated
having a hand full of cum.”

The thought of getting my fingers sticky with his sappy
semen was something I would have appreciated very much.
“Believe me, in this job, I’ve had my hands in a lot worse.”
As much as I hated doing it, I covered him with a sheet and
left to prepare his enema.

When I returned, Mark looked fearfully at the bag and
tubing. “I’ve never had an enema before. How much of that
thing do you put inside me?”

“Not much, five or six inches is all.”

I put on a pair of sterile, rubber gloves before
anointing my finger with lubricant. Having Mark lie on his
side with his back to me, I gazed lustfully upon his firm,
round ass. What I wouldn’t have given to been about to bend
down and tongue his smooth butt cheeks, but I knew that was
completely out of the question.

Gently I spread open his tense buttocks to exhibit the
small, crimson orifice that lay buried deep in the his hairy
crevice. I felt him flexing as I smeared his pucker with the
cool lubricant. Christ, I was so intoxicated with desire
that my head was spinning.

Gently, I eased the slender, rubber tube into the
center of his puckered aperture. Holding the tube in place, I
delighted in the way Mark shivered when I released the
cleansing flow of soapy water into his bowel. “You need to
hold this, Mark. If you don’t, we’ll have to do it all over
again.

“I’ll try,” he gasped. “Can you slow it down some. I
feel like I’m going to explode.”

I slowed the flow, keeping one eye on the draining bag
and the other on the pair of slick, shaven balls clamped
between his downy thighs.

His enema went without incident. His cock jutted stiffly
from his hairless groin as I helped him from his bed. I
stood patiently outside the bathroom door, listening to the
rush of water as it left his body. I couldn’t believe after
all my years of fantasizing about Mark that I had just
finished shaving his cock and giving him his first enema. As
rewarding as it had been, it was such a far cry from what I
really wanted to do to him that it gave me little
satisfaction.

Mark emerged from the bathroom looking quite relieved,
thinking that his ordeal was over. In most cases his
assumption would have been correct, but like I said, he was
special, and deserving of special considerations that I
didn’t give to my other patients.

“Now, if you’ll lie back, I’ll clean you up and apply a
little ointment that should help keep you from chaffing.”

Marks’ cock had become somewhat withered by the time I
got around to washing him, but the warm, soapy cloth soon
returned his organ to a rock hard state. His big balls had
become swollen and tender due to his prolonged state of
arousal. When I lifted his legs to wash the crack of his
ass, I was pleasantly surprised when Mark took it upon
himself to draw his knees up to his chest. It wasn’t long
before we were on the brink of sharing a spontaneous
ejaculation.

My hands were still gloved when I again reached for the
lubricant. “Sometimes after an enema you can be a little
sore. Some of this should fix you right up.”

Still holding his knees up, Mark watched while I lubed
up a finger and slid it between the cheeks of his ass. At
first I rubbed the ointment on the surface of his pucker, but
as my daring increased I found myself inserting the tip of my
finger into his tightly clenched orifice. A passionate moan
passed over his luscious lips, encouraging me to probe deeper
into the dank depths of his flexing butthole.

“I hate to admit this,” Mark sighed, “but I’m
beginning to like this. I’m horny as hell.” I jumped like
I’d just sustained an electrical shock when I felt his
fingers squeeze my cock. “And unless I miss my guess, you’re
just as horny as I am.” There was no reason to reply
verbally, the persistent throbbing between my legs spoke for
itself.

I buried my entire finger in his hot rectum and gently
massaged his over productive prostate. “God, that feels
good,” Mark cooed. “I had a doctor do that to me once and I
nearly shot my wad on his examining table.”

I started to withdraw my finger. “No,” Mark pleaded.
“Don’t stop. You do that so well.” I felt his fingers
tugging down my fly. The next thing I knew my cock was
sticking out of my pants. “You’ve got a nice dick,” said
Mark, licking his lips.

“So do you,” I said, returning the complement.

“If you suck mine, I’ll suck yours,” Mark panted, leaning
forward to take the head of my cock between his lips. I
didn’t have to be asked twice. With my finger still buried
up his ass, I greedily swallowed the entire length of his
twitching ramrod.