Back in May I had a very interesting appointment with the skin cancer specialist (just a semi annual thing you do here in Australia).
I had another appointment today.
I’m writing about today’s experience now, but thought I’d give you guys a recap on what happened last time.
A couple of you guys noticed the stiches in my left thigh from my red speedo boner selfie yesterday. I had a mole/skin cancer cut out a week or so ago. All good, nothing bad but good to have it removed before it has any potential to be nasty. The last time I went to the dermatologist was 18 months ago (I got in trouble from the receptionist as I am supposed to go every 12 months).
The last time I had a check up I had an interesting experience with the doctor. I think he moved very soon after our experience because I didn’t see him around the neighbourhood afterwards, I hope he didn’t get in any trouble for his ‘thorough examination’, I didn’t complain.
Here is what I wrote about it at the time.
Walking in the door of his office, we both recognized each other, even though he was wearing more clothing than I had usually seen him wearing. Shaking hands we both laughed that we could finally put a name to each others face. Ow yeah, I was there for just a run of the mill annual skin cancer check and The Doctor is a dermatologist I had been referred to, but had no idea who he was before walking in to his room.
The Doctor is in his thirties, fit, Asian guy who hangs out at his pool in speedos all the time. From my patio I can see the pool in his building and I perv at him all the time. OK, I will be honest, I have jerked off MANY times watching him and thinking about him. All year round, The Doctor hangs out at his pool, primarily on weekends, and he only wears speedos. While I haven’t documented it, he has an extensive speedo collection because he rarely wears the same speedo two days in a row.
Over the past twelve months we have passed each other on the street and shared pleasantries but never more than a casual g’day.
Now I was about to strip down to my speedo for my skin cancer check up. I knew there was no way to keep my pending erection under control.
He got down to business and we chatted about medical stuff for five minutes or so. All the while my cock was stirring. Usually at these kind of appointments I have to strip down to my underwear, which for me is always speedos. Doctors in the past have never said anything, I figured I’d just say I was on my way to the pool or beach if they asked. My tan lines give away that I wear speedos anyway. Despite all the small talk, all I was thinking about was that I would be stripping down to my new ADDICTED blue and maroon speedos that I have been sharing a bunch of selfies and dick pics of lately.
The Doctor began the examination on my head/face. I remained sitting and he wore some weird glasses. His hands were touching me and he was definitely up in my business, so much so, I could feel his breath. Face done, The Doctor told me to remove my shirt and stand up. He was all business, using a gel on different freckles/moles and then he would press this magnifying thing on it and look closely. Again, he was very close to me and there was no way he hadn’t seen the bulge in my shorts.
Top half done, The Doctor stepped back a little bit and asked me to remove my shoes, and shorts. “Just down to your speedo Dave.” He must have picked that up from the drawstring that was just visible on my belt line.
By now, my cock was fully erect. Up and to the right, which is how I pack in my fully erect cock inside the lycra of a speedo.
I kicked my shoes off, undid my belt, took a deep breath and slid my shorts off. I kicked my shoes and shorts to the side and stood up in all my speedo glory, The Doctor was looking at my crotch and my hands instinctively covered my bulge. I mumbled some kind of apology and The Doctor said it was completely normal, he said he has the same reaction when he wears a speedo in public. I’m not sure what took over me, but I said “I might have noticed that.” The Doctor laughed but got on his knees and started examining the freckles/moles on my legs. Same procedure as before, lots of touching, the gel and then his nose nearly touching me as he looked through the magnifying glass thingy. At least three times, he brushed the front of my speedo, and each time I flinched a little bit. The Doctor didn’t apologize or even acknowledge the touch.
It felt like this went on for ages and I was standing there practically naked and rock hard. Finally The Doctor stood up and told me that everything looked fine and I went for my shorts. The Doctor stopped me, he said “Before you go, would you like me to help you with that?” Looking down at my crotch which had even started to ooze precum through the lycra.
“I would love that. What did you have in mind?”
The Doctor told me to turn around and put my hands on the examination table. I did what I was told and behind my back I heard him going through things on his desk. Looking over my shoulder I saw The Doctor with one of those blue rubber gloves on and squirting the gel stuff over the index and middle fingers. He came up on my right side. His rubbered and lubed up left hand slipped down my butt crack and started rubbing my butt hole, his right hand started stroking my cock, keeping it inside my speedo.
This was the last thing I had expected at my Doctors appointment.
The Doctor then started whispering in my ear:
“I’ve watched you in your pool in your sexy little speedos.”
“Are you fucking that property manager who hangs out in the pool with you.” Yes. That is the manager of my complex and my landlord, I have written extensively about our sexual experiences. He is a little older but fit and while he is married and outwardly completely straight, he had some gay experiences as a younger man and has definitely rekindled those with me recently. We often hang out at the pool in speedos drinking beer and usually end up back at my unit fucking our brains out. Interesting that The Doctor had picked up on that.
“Does he fuck you hard?” Yes he does.
“I want you to go home and have him fuck you this afternoon. And then when I get home, I’m going to come over and fuck you just as hard. You up for that?” Yes Doctor.
“And I want you to wear these cummy speedos of yours all day, don’t change them until after I have fucked you tonight.” Yes Doctor.
By now I was on the edge of orgasm as The Doctor’s fingers were deep inside me. As my hips started trusting he told me not to be too loud.
Then, I exploded in my speedo. I do this probably once a week on my own, and it feels amazing. The lycra all over the head of my cock adds sensation while also feeling a little restrictive. As not to get my cum on his right hand, The Doctor gently squeezed by balls while my cock pulsed out cum. It was going to be a mess.
“Well Dave, you can get dressed now. On your way out be sure to make an appointment for twelve months time with the receptionist. And I will see you at six o’clock out the front of your building.”
And with that, The Doctor pulled off the rubber glove, threw it in the bin by the door and walked out of the room like it had been just another appointment. I was standing there with a speedo full of cum.
The rest of my day was pretty horny as well which I have written about as well, if you are interested.
Once outside the medical practice I messaged My Landlord “Hey mate, that darn oven of mine has been playing up. I’ll be home in fifteen if you want to swing by.” Any ‘repairs’ were code for, ‘wanna fuck’….
The rest of this, I’m going to keep just for member right now.
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More please. You’re going to be slammed by the sound of it.
Your short post got my attention! Please post the rest of the day’s events. I want to hear all about you being fucked hard by both the landlord and the doctor.
Your description made me erect in my briefs. Been to the doc for full body intrusive exams and became hard but never had the glory to be finished off. You’re a lucky guy Mr Speedo.
J