WARNING:
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further!
This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.
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Part 1 - Introduction
My name is Thomas Corcoran. My nickname is Tommy. I was afraid if word got out, people would start calling me Corkscrew. I kept it hidden for as long as I could. My classmates in gym and swimming never found out. My doctor never knew. My parents didn't have a clue, until...
It was one of those humid June nights where it's hard to breathe let alone sleep. The only way I could get comfortable was to sleep buck-naked and try enjoying the minimal breeze that barely moved the hot air through my bedroom. I don't remember the dream, but it must have been a doozy because I got a major hard on. Wouldn't you know, that was the morning I slept late and my mom decided to walk into my room without knocking to get me up. That's when she saw it. My corkscrew dick. It looks like it was mangled in some machine, maybe an oversized pencil sharpener or something. Anyway, it's all twisted, kind of like a corkscrew. When my hard on goes down, it looks perfectly normal. That's why no one has ever been the wiser.
I thought everybody's erection looked like mine until one of my classmates brought an x-rated magazine to school, one he'd swiped from his father's collection. In the magazine, some of them curved up, some curved down and some were as straight as a crowbar. None of them followed a twisted curve like mine did. I decided to keep it a secret for as long as I could. Out of embarrassment. I was a freak. Nobody likes being a freak.
My mom cried out, "Thomas!"
I startled, saw her standing there, and tried to cover myself with a sheet.
"What happened to you?" she asked.
Just the kind of supportive thing a guy wants his mom to say about his dick.
"Nothing, Ma," I replied, hoping the erection would subside.
"I'll make a doctor's appointment," she said and walked out.
"Oh great! Not only does my mom know, but now I'm going to examined by a doctor."
I tried everything I could to convince my mom to cancel the appointment, short of pulling down my pants to show her I was normal. Maybe that would have done it. Anyway, she called my regular doctor who referred me to a specialist, Dr. Vidill. On the selected date, Mom drove me to the doctor's office. We waited a long time until we were escorted into an examination room. The doctor showed up soon after and asked what seemed to be the problem.
"It's his, uh, privates," my mom tried to explain.
She was embarrassed but the doctor took it in stride.
"If you'd prefer to wait in the reception...," offered Doc.
My mom was out of the exam room in a flash.
I undressed completely, at the doctor's request. I stood next to the exam table as he looked at my penis and moved it from side to side with one gloved finger.
"Looks just fine to me," he said, "maybe a tad over average in length. So what is the problem, Thomas?"
Dr. Vidill had a quirk of rubbing the temple next to his forehead. He would scrunch up his face, like he had a major headache. I wasn't sure he was listening to me.
"Nothing when I'm like this. It only shows up when I get hard," I said.
"Hmmm, well, I guess you're going to have to have an erection."
"Just like that? I don't know if I get one just standing here. I mean, don't you have Playboy magazines or something in the waiting room?"
"No, I don't. Even though I specialize in genital and reproductive problems, I have a nice clean practice here, young man. My female patients would be up in arms if I had that kind of reading material."
"Well, I can't just get a hard on from nothing."
I was still standing there, naked, when one of the nurses walked in with a chart for the doctor to look at. I was so startled that I forgot to cover up. She got a good look and smiled. She was very pretty. Strawberry blonde hair. Turned up nose. Freckles. When the doctor's attention turned from the chart to my penis, he saw that it had grown in size, just slightly, from the nurse's visit.
"Oh, Nurse Lassiter, don't go just yet."
The nurse closed the door and stood by.
"I'd like your help in this examination. If you'd put on a set of gloves," he directed.
The nurse put the chart down on the desk and put on a pair of gloves she got from a wall dispenser. They were too large for her hands and went on too easily.
"Mr. Corcoran, would you please get up on the table. Now just lay back and relax. Nurse, would you please perform a visual inspection on Mr. Corcoran's genitals."
The nurse was some what surprised by the look on her face.
"You don't usually ask me participate in these kind of examinations," she said.
"I realize the circumstances are a bit unusual, but you're doing it under my supervision," Doc replied.
He rubbed his head again.
She walked up to the exam table and lifted my penis with her thumb and forefinger. She moved closer to get a good look. I thought I felt her breath on my dick. It was no use. Being touched by an attractive young woman was too much. My penis grew in length and dimension, taking its extended and twisted shape. Both the doctor and nurse were shocked at the end result. The nurse dropped my penis like a hot potato. It didn't need to be held anyway. It was standing up on its own.
"Oh, my," said the nurse.
"So that's what your mom is concerned about. I've never seen anything like this, ever. Tell me, Mr. Corcoran, are you fully functional?"
I told him I didn't know what he meant.
"I mean, can you ejaculate?"
"Well, yeah, sure," I said.
I wondered if he was going to ask me to do it in front of the nurse. I kind of wanted him to ask me. No, I really wanted him to.
"Nurse, please take some measurements," the doctor directed.
The nurse took a small tape measure from the desk and took measurements of the length and width of my erection. She had to touch me while she took the measurements. I'm sure I grew during the procedure. Meanwhile, Doc was writing furiously on my chart.
"I'd like to take a few photographs, as documentation," Doc said. He took an instant camera from one of the cabinets and took pictures from every angle, making sure to keep my face out of the shots. He put his notes and photos in a patient folder that he labeled "Patient C."
"Get dressed and I'll meet with you and your mother up front in my private office," he said and left.
"I don't think I'm going to be able to get my pants on, in this condition," I said. "Maybe I can help. After all, isn't that what nurses are for? To help patients in distress?"
She took a tube from a desk drawer and put some goop in her hands. She rubbed the stuff onto my erection, up and down, following the curves. The gloves kept sliding around on her hands. She finally took them off and threw them in the recycling bin. She put her bare hands around my dick and rubbed around and around. Her face was flushed and she was breathing faster. So was I. My hips bucked up and down on the exam table against her marvelous friction. She used a variety of fast and slow movements. I couldn't help myself.
"Oh, oh, I'm, I'm..." I said as I lifted my hips in rapid thrusts, shooting cum all over my legs, the table, and the nurse's uniform.
My erection started to dissipate as the nurse cleaned herself up.
"If you need any help on your next visit, let me know," she said and left.
I cleaned myself up using the sink and paper towels. When I left the examination room, I saw my mom and Doc waiting for me in his formal office, the one with the large wood desk and degrees on the walls.
"Mrs. Corcoran, I'd like to study Thomas's condition. They'll be no charge to you, of course. In exchange, you'd allow me to publish the results of my research. Oh, and of course, your identities would be protected. If I find a way to cure Thomas's condition, that treatment will also be at no charge."
Doc massaged his headache but his pained expression remained.
"All right, doctor, if you think that's best," said Mom.
I guess I wasn't to be consulted.
"We'll start with one visit a week, after normal business hours, so I can collect more information. In the meantime, just go about your business normally. Call me if anything unusual arises."
The doctor didn't choose his words very well.
"I will need blood samples from you and your husband, whenever you can come in. I need to be able to do DNA analysis as part of my research."
Mom volunteered to give the sample then.
"My husband doesn't know about Thomas's condition. I didn't know how he'd react. I'll make up some excuse."
"Better yet, let me call him and tell him we're doing DNA screening for all of our patients, at no charge."
Mom and I left the office, mom shaking her head in dismay. I remembered the nurse's generous offer and grinned from ear to ear.
Part 2 - Back For More Tests
Amy Kellogg was an inquisitive young lady. When her mom got remarried to Dr. Anitol Vidill, he went to great lengths to avoid her questions about his medical practice. A portion of their basement, however, became her stepfather's home office. On many occasions that did not require patient contact, her step-dad would work from home, logging into his office's computers for any information he required.
After school and late at night, Amy would sneak downstairs and rummage through her stepfather's papers. She quickly realized that his specialty was the organs between men's and women's legs. Dr. Vidill's textbooks and journal articles included many pictures of men's penises. Amy would get strange but pleasurable feelings by looking at them. Sometimes. Amy would get wet between her legs looking at her step-dad's book and magazine illustrations. Short ones, long ones, thin ones, thick ones, ones that curved up and ones that curved down. Such a variety! She didn't have any boyfriend but was determined to see one, up close and in person, to satisfy her curiosity.
During one of her midnight skulks, she found a set of patient folders on her step-dad's desk. Most of them were just diagnoses or treatment plans. One, however, was in an envelope enclosure different from the rest. Instead of a patient's name, it was marked "Patient C." Amy opened the envelope and found a set of photos. She was overwhelmed at the male organ in the pictures. Given her research, she knew it was slightly bigger than average. But the shape! It looked like a screw, with all the necessary twists and turns. Amy's panties were soon soaked.
