Dr. Wolf’s Office | GRANT | Chapter 2

My family just moved to town and my father encouraged me to—that is, he told me to—try out for the wrestling team. I’m not big enough for baseball, let alone football, but wrestling has weight classes, so my size isn’t a problem. Actually, the team only has one other guy in my division, so it turned out to be an advantage. My dad says being an athlete is a good way to make new friends and it would make me less likely to be picked on. He’s probably right.

The coach let me join the team on one condition: pass a physical exam. Since I was new in town, I didn’t have a doctor. Coach recommended Dr. Wolf. I guess he sees a lot of the guys. I never actually had a physical before and didn’t know what to expect. My wrestling partner said that it was no big deal.

Then he added, “Dr. Wolf can get a little bit handsy but he’ll stop…if you want him to,” and then he winked and changed the subject.

The doctor's office was nice, I guess, and the receptionist was friendly. I was pretty nervous waiting in the exam room. I still didn’t know what was going to happen, except that I really needed this to go well. Then there was that weird comment my friend made.

I was surprised when Dr. Wolf came in and started the exam himself, partly because I had expected a nurse, but also just by Dr. Wolf himself. He’s a big guy! Just, like, big all over. He must be six five, with broad shoulders, and he clearly works out. He’s not old like the other doctors I’ve had, either. He’s pretty good looking, but kind of intimidating because he’s just so much.

My old doctor was kind of gruff and stand-offish. I never really liked him. Dr. Wolf turned out to be really friendly, though, and pretty gentle. The first part of the exam was pretty basic; height, weight, measurements and stuff. Then he told me to take my clothes off. My old doctor never did that but, like I said, he never gave me a physical, either. At any rate, I didn’t think I had a choice.

He felt me all over and pressed here and there. I don’t know what he was looking for but he seemed satisfied. Thing is, his gentle touch made my dick hard. His hands just felt so good on my skin. He’s so strong, and just really confident in the way he handled my body. His hands were warm and soft. I’m not used to having anybody else touch me, especially when I’m almost naked.

The truth is that I just recently started thinking that, maybe, I like other guys. My family is really religious. I can’t access porn on my computer, and the preacher says I’m not even supposed to think about girls like that, so I try not to. I jack off, I mean, I can’t help that. I just have to, but I try not to think about anybody. Lately, though, being in the locker room with the other guys; well, they say things to each other; you know, like “suck my dick,” or “I bet you want me up your ass!”

I know they’re just horsing around with each other, but I’m not that sheltered. I know there are guys that really do that, and sometimes I think maybe I would like that. I wonder what it would be like, especially with some of the bigger guys that have lots of muscles, and hair on their chests. I don’t want to think about that, but I do.

Dr. Wolf asked me to take my underpants off and I was as embarrassed as hell, and a little bit afraid of what he might think. I guess it was obvious that I was uncomfortable, but he just said not to worry about it. I understand what my friend meant about Dr. Wolf being handsy. It felt like he was pretending to ignore my hardon, but how could he?

He told me I needed a prostate exam and I needed to stand up and lean over the table face down. I didn’t know what a prostate exam was, but he started playing with my dick. I was more and more uncomfortable, but I guess I was liking it. My dick was so hard it hurt and I think I was starting to leak. Before I had time to think much about that, I found out what a prostate exam was. He put some slippery stuff on his fingers and stuck one of them into my asshole. I never dreamed he was going to do something like that. I mean I guess it’s a real thing and not just an excuse to put his finger in there.

I was getting more and more uncomfortable, but then he started wiggling it around and it started to feel good. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to stick it in deeper. Then he added another finger. It really stretched my hole; but, two fingers felt even better. Dr. Wolf started playing with my dick with his other hand, like he was checking to see if I was still hard.

I realized that, even if prostate exams were real, I was bent over an exam table and being finger-banged by my doctor. Before I could even decide how I felt about that, he shoved another finger in my ass. It was like my mind just stopped working. I couldn’t think about anything except those fingers reaching up into my guts.

He had me lay back down on the table and kept playing with my dick. I’m not sure why I did it, but his crotch was just inches away from my hand, and I reached out and started stroking the lump in his pants. Maybe I just wondered if he was turned on, too. He asked if I wanted to see it and I nodded my head yes. It was huge! I didn’t even know guys got that big.

So, we were jacking each other off and then he started kissing me. All of the sudden, it all felt so right. When he told me to lay face down on the table with his huge dick right in front of my face, I knew what he wanted. I started sucking on him, not sure if I was doing it right. He didn’t correct me, though. He just reached down and stuck his fingers back in my hole.

When he had me lay back on the exam table, he put my feet up in stirrup things, with my legs spread apart, I realized what he wanted. He was going to fuck me! I guess I was so focused on each new sensation that I didn’t think ahead. At least he asked, though. When he said, “I want to put it inside you.” I just blushed and nodded.

He pushed my legs back even further and started pushing it in. He went slow, but I don’t know how it fit. I just felt so full, and it was pushing so deep into my guts. I guess he felt my hole relax because he started pushing in and out faster.

He was fucking me harder and I was jacking off and shooting cum all over the floor. He started to fuck me deep and I knew he was about to cum inside me. He was totally losing control and moaning and panting, shaking all over. It was the best thing ever knowing I was doing that to him. He buried his dick deep inside of me; I could feel his cock pulse as he came. When he pulled out, I felt so empty, and my body was limp. My legs were still spread open and I could feel his cum dripping out of my hole.

When I got up that morning, I never dreamed I would be losing my virginity to a doctor that I just met, in his exam room but, when it was over I felt like I found myself. I want more big strong men to fuck their cum into my hole. No, I need them! I’m not sure how to find them, but I need them.