WARNING:
I believe that as long as people all agree on the sexual acts committed they should do so with the people they want. I do not see gay/bi or straight sex with multiple partners as doing anything wrong. Therefore one should be warned before reading any of my stories that gay/bi or straight sex with multiple partners can occur. If you are offended by any of this? Stop reading now.
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I wasn't too worried. I'm 19 years old, and in fairly good shape. I work construction and visit the gym at least twice a week. With my gold blond hair my mom often jokes that I look like one of those Greek statues. But accidents do happen and last week during work I seemed to pull a muscle. My mom was so worried, she had insisted I go visit our doctor. He would probably subscribe some sort of ointment and that would be it. Our regular doctor was on a vacation so I had to have a substitute doctor look at me, something I was glad off because our family doctor was a grumpy old man with hairs coming out from everywhere. Myself I believe in keeping everything trimmed, even though, thanks to my blond hair I guess, I have very little hair to keep in check. Only my pubes and my chest hair and that let's itself be taken care off by a razor.
So, here I was, sitting in a doctor's office on a sunny Tuesday afternoon. Now the first thing that struck me as odd was the fact there were no other patients waiting, in fact there was no one. I went to check in at the receptionist but there seemed to be no one there. When ever I went to the doctor's office as a child it was damn near packed with people.
I called out a friendly "Hello?" but there was no reply.
After waiting for a few more minutes, and me browsing through various magazine's I heard someone clear his throat and call out my name. "Michael Benedict?" a deep soft voice called from across the room. I looked up to see a middle aged man looking at me, average height and built, a gentle face with simple glasses on it and black hairs with some streaks of grey in it hanging from his forehead.
"Yes that's me." I said as I smiled and looked at the otherwise empty waiting room. He smiled back and I don't know what it was but he put me at ease right away. "Hello nice to meet you, my name is Charles Crass, I will be doing you're examination." He reached out and shook my hand.
"You're my last appointment today, thought I'd give the receptionist a few hours off." He smiled as he lay his hand on my shoulder and steered me to his office. "Have a seat." he said as he sat down too.
"As I understand it you pulled a muscle in you're upper right arm yes?" I nodded. "I see on your form you work construction, that's very intensive work." He continued as he stared at me over his glasses, a small patch of grey hair falling forward across his forehead.
"Well I think its best if we do a full physical while you are here, make sure there aren't any other muscles strained. Can you take off your shirt please?" I nodded and stood up. I saw him lean back in his chair. Slowly I took off my shirt, revealing my built physique.
I looked at him and he spoke up. "Hm hm, nice abs I must say. I try to stay in shape but I am afraid my age is doing its best to fight me and it seems like i'm on the loosing side." He smiled at me as he looked at my stomach. He stood up and walked towards me and put his hand on my abs, slowly sliding over them. His gentle hands made me shiver a little causing me to flex. "You're stomach muscles appear to be in working order, now lift you're arms for me please." I lifted them and he stepped closer, I could feel his breath on my armpits now. The slightest bit of transpiration started forming on my forehead. "Speak up if this hurts." he said as he slowly, gently pushed every inch of my right arm.
"Ah" I cried out as he pushed just above my bicep. I looked and I was staring him directly in his blue eyes. "hm hm, we located the muscle it would seem." He lowered my arm and placed his other hand on my chest. He smiled "Nothing to worry about, just as you thought, a pulled muscle. Ill get some ointment and we can proceed with the rest of the physical. Why don't you get undressed and Ill be right back?" He once again gave me that reassuring smile.
"Just to my briefs..." I asked unsure what he meant by his tone.
He looked back and smiled, looking at my over his little framed glasses.
"I think it's best if we do a quick full physical, just to be on the save side. I think we will both sleep a lot better tonight."
And with that he walked out.
He left the office and I, dumbstruck, started to unbutton my pants. The rest of my physical?
Either way I was glad I went, why walk around for a week with pain when it could be this easy? Then the visage of old doctor Marksen crept in my head and I remembered why I hadn't. I always hated that doctor, even as a child. Who would want a physical from that guy?
But this doctor was something else. His warm hand softly on my chest, gently probing where it hurt...
Then I felt it! My dick... ever so slowly it was getting hard. Shit, I had to be undressed in front of a dude and my dick was getting hard! Now I can honestly say I had never thought about guys sexual in any way. But by putting me at ease like this, the doctor had done something to me.
Pulling off my pants I looked down, sure enough my dick was clearly outlined in my boxers. The thrill of standing in a strange environment adding to the thrill.
I was blessed with a 9 inch cock, but right now I would have preferred a 2 inch. I could hear footsteps in the hall.
"Here we are." The doctor said as he closed the door behind him, a big jar in hand. I quickly turned so he couldn't see my predicament.
