“The nurse tells me you’re having some groin discomfort,” the hot, bearded, muscular-as-fuck doctor announced when he entered the examination room. A stethoscope rested against his meaty pecs, his hands clasped just above his ample package.
“You’re—you’re not my usual doctor,” I stammered, uneasy with discussing my awkward issue with a doctor who was so fucking hot. “I’ve always seen Dr. Watkins.”
“I’m Dr. Johnson,” he informed me. “Dr. Watkins is a pediatrician. Our office policy is to move you up to one of the general practitioners in the practice once you’ve reached eighteen. You’re a big guy now, so you can see a big guy doctor. You okay with that?”
“Good,” he smiled. “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s going on down there?”
“My—uh—my balls have been hurting pretty bad since last night.”
“I see,” he nodded, washing his hands at a small sink in the room. “Go ahead and strip down, and then climb up on the exam table so I can have a look.”
Though I was embarrassed to be fully naked in front of this stellar specimen of a man, I obeyed his orders. Shedding my clothes, I reclined upon the exam table, my legs spread wide to give him access to my junk, my big dick flopped against my thigh.
“I’m noticing some slight swelling of the epididymides,” he observed palpating my ballsack, my nuts contracting involuntarily at his touch, my cock growing hard.
“Sorry about that,” I apologized, my dick engorging rapidly, reaching for the ceiling. “It’s got a mind of its own.”
“Don’t apologize,” he laughed. “It happens to a lot of guys during examination. It tells me there’s no issue with blood flow, if you’re able to achieve a strong erection like this.”
“Cool,” I replied, mortified to have a rock-hard boner in front of the hot doctor.
“I’m able to distinguish each vas deferens,” he continued, his fingers probing deeper into my ballsack. “That’s a good sign, as we can rule out torsion.”
“Okay,” I answered, not knowing what the fuck he was talking about.
“Other than some mild swelling,” he stated, gently rolling each of my balls between his thumb and index finger, “everything presents as normal. I’m not finding any lumps or anything that would be of concern.”
“Then—then why do my balls hurt?”
“Are you sexually active?”
“No,” I replied, slightly embarrassed.
“I need you to be honest with me,” he persisted. “Because if you’re sexually active, I’ll need to draw some blood to rule out the possibility of STDs, which can cause testicular pain.”
“I swear to you—I’m still a virgin. I’ve never been with anyone.”
“Okay—I believe you,” he smiled. “Then how about you walk me through what you were doing last night when the pain in your balls began.”
“I—uh—I was just watching some videos in my room,” I answered evasively, not looking the doctor in the eye.
“Was it porn?” he ventured.
“Yes,” I confessed, shocked that he’d hit the nail on the head. “How’d you—?”
“You’re an eighteen-year-old boy,” he laughed. “Of course you look at porn. Hell, I’m thirty-two and I still enjoy it.”
“Please—please don’t tell my mom,” I pleaded. “She’s in the waiting room right now. My parents are religious and super conservative. They’ll kick me out of the house if they find out I watched porn under their roof.”
“Don’t worry,” he placed his hand on my naked thigh, inches from my hard cock. “You’re eighteen now, so what you tell me is confidential—strictly between us, okay?”
“Okay,” I nodded, relieved.
“So the porn—was it gay or straight?”
“It was gay porn,” I admitted sheepishly.
“Nothing wrong with that,” he winked. “I have a girlfriend, but still enjoy some guy-on-guy action now and then. So, after watching gay porn last night, did you jack off—empty the pipes?”
“No—uh—my parents taught me that masturbation is a sin,” I replied. “The Bible says that man shouldn’t spill his seed—”
“Yeah, I’ve heard all that horse shit before,” the doctor cut me off. “Look, it’s not my place to tell you what to believe. But what I will tell you is that you’ve got a classic case of blue balls. The medical term is epididymal hypertension, which is just a fancy way of saying your pipes are backed up.”
“So you’re saying that I need to jack off for my balls to feel better?”
“Yes,” the doctor nodded. “The sooner, the better—right now, in fact.”
“But, I don’t even know how to—”
“I’ll show you,” he gripped my hard cock in his meaty fist. “There’s really nothing to it.”
“Fuuuck,” I exhaled in ecstasy, my head tipping back against the crunchy paper on the exam table, his fist slowly stroking my cock up and down. Damn, it felt good.
“I see a lot of dicks in my line of work, and you’ve got a really big one,” the doctor observed, gripping my cock harder, precum forming at the tip. “You’re gonna make some guy really happy one day.”
“You—uh—you have sex with girls and guys, you said?”
“Yeah,” the doctor acknowledged, increasing his pace, my balls sliding up and down in synch with his rhythm. “Sex isn’t black and white for me. I enjoy exploring all the gray areas—with both girls and guys.”
“That’s hot,” I remarked, staring down at my big dick in his capable fist, enjoying his skilled handiwork.
“For me, what’s really hot,” he leaned in towards my cock, “is taking a big dick like this down my throat.”
And then he went for it, swallowing my cock whole, taking it to the balls. I looked down and, with his scruffy beard, it looked like my big cock was buried in a furry pussy, from the few times I watched straight porn.
“Holy shit,” I gasped as he began to bob up and down on my big one, his lips locked around my thick shaft.
“Damn, you’ve got a tonsil tickler,” he exclaimed, coming up for air briefly before diving back into it, my balls mashed against his furry chin.
Instinctively, my hands went to his head, running my fingers through his hair as he expertly sucked my big dick. His head was like a piston, working my cock in and out of his warm throat.
“You feeling good?” he asked, taking a quick breather, slapping my cock against his scruffy cheek. “You like fucking my throat with that big cock?”
“Yes,” I exhaled as he went back to it, sucking me ravenously. “Your throat feels so good.”
I knew that what he was doing was supposed to help my balls, but I grew concerned as the pressure in my nuts began to increase rapidly. I could feel a distinct throbbing, a force building in my shaft. And then it happened.
“FUCK,” I gasped, my cock exploding in his mouth, the pipes bursting as my warm cum spewed down his eager throat.
“Mmmm, mmmm,” he moaned, his lips locked around my swollen shaft, eagerly slurping down my creamy load. He held his head down on it, sucking out every last drop from my depleted balls.
“Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled as he finally released me, my spent cock slapping against my thigh. A melange of cum and saliva dripped down his furry chin.
“That was a big fucking load,” he marveled, wiping his wet beard with the back of his hand. “Your balls feel any better?”
“Much better,” I tugged at them gently, reveling in the feeling of complete release as I sat up on the exam table and swung my legs around to the side.
“You just needed a good ball draining,” the doctor smiled, washing his hands in the sink once more. “Go ahead and get dressed.”
While I pulled on my clothes, the doctor scribbled something on his clipboard and then handed it to me. It was an appointment card.
“I want you to return in three days,” he ordered. “I need to be sure that your balls have fully recovered.”
“Do you think you might need to give me another ball draining?” I asked hopefully.
“Yes,” the doctor confirmed, leaning into me, his warm breath at my ear, his scruffy beard against my cheek. “And next time, I’m going to drain your balls with my tight hole. You’ll fuckin’ love it.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.