It had been a long hard week for Steve. Literally hard. His wife Christie loved sex. They had two kids and were enthusiastically working on a third, but he couldn't stop thinking about the after-hours treatment Dr. Harry Wu had given him last Friday.
He parked his car in the medical center lot and walked to the door, painfully aware of the gigantic bulge in his slacks.
Dr. Wu let Steve in, then relocked the door. "Thanks for coming in." He put his hand on Steve's shoulder. "Any more prostate problems?"
"Not a bit." Steve's cock strained against his boxers. "I feel great."
Dr. Wu was a big handsome Asian man in his early forties. He smiled at Steve's crotch bulge. "You look great."
"Yeah . . . well . . . uh . . . That treatment really fixed me up."
"I can tell. Any other problems?"
"Well, I've kinda got this stiffness . . ."
"I can see that." Dr. Wu took Steve's arm and guided him to an exam room. "Let's see what we can do about it."
He felt Steve's hard pole through his slacks, running his fingers up and down its shaft and pinching its head. "Very pronounced swelling. It definitely needs some aggressive treatment. Drop your pants."
"All right." Steve unbuckled his belt and opened his fly, then pushed his slacks and boxers down around his ankles. His stiff rod sprung up instantly. "Like this?"
"Yes." Dr. Wu grinned at Steve's hard-on. "Your symptoms are acute."
"I'll bet you've got a good treatment for it." Steve reached for Dr. Wu's zipper.
The doctor dodged away. "I think you'll find it effective."
"Want me to bend over?"
"Not this time. Sit on the bench and spread your legs."
Steve scrambled onto the exam bench. "What now, Doctor?"
"We'll start with some oral stimulation." Dr. Wu moved a rolling stool between Steve's legs and sat down, then wrapped his hand around Steve's swollen shaft. "You have a lot of fluid leakage." He rubbed his thumb and index finger over Steve's cock-head, smearing the precum oozing from its tip.
"You gonna harvest that?"
"You mean like this?" Dr. Wu bent forward and licked the precum off Steve's cock-head.
"Yeah, kinda like that."
"Hey, there's MORE fluid." Dr. Wu clamped his lips around Steve's corneal ring and swirled his tongue over his cock-head while slowly stroking his stiff shaft.
"Man, that's-" Steve gasped when Dr. Wu pressed the tip of his tongue into his cum-slit. Lightning flashed through his rock-hard cock and down to his balls. Christie loved sucking his cock, but she'd never done this. "Fuck," he whispered.
Dr. Wu grinned up at him. "That comes a little later." He ran his compressed lips over Steve's cock-head a few times, then took Steve's head and shaft deep in his mouth.
Steve moaned and rocked his pelvis while Dr. Wu bobbed over his hard rod, taking it deep in his throat while kneading Steve's balls. He was rougher than Christie, but it felt great. So overpoweringly male.
The cum was building in Steve's nuts when Dr. Wu pulled away. "Good. You're responding positively to the treatment." He held Steve's throbbing shaft loosely, occasionally tightening and then relaxing his grip.
"Great. What's next? Another prostate massage?"
Dr. Wu stood up, keeping his fingers wrapped around Steve's stiff pole. "There are treatment options."
The tension in Steve's balls had receded, but his cock was as hard as ever. "What options?"
"I can stimulate your prostate again . . ."
"Well, that worked all right the last time-"
". . . or you can stimulate mine."
"Uh . . ." He'd never fucked an ass. If he slipped a finger between Christie's buttocks, she'd stiffen, giggle nervously, and gently push his hand away. "Sure. That'd be all right."
"I thought so." Dr. Wu released Steve's cock and stepped back from the exam bench. "Stand up."
Steve carefully stepped off the little platform at the foot of the bench. "What now?"
Dr. Wu dropped his pants. He had a big bulge in his tighty whities. "I have some swelling of my own."
"You sure do." Steve extended his hand but then froze. He'd never touched another man's penis.
"It's okay. You can touch me." Dr. Wu caught Steve's hand and put it on his crotch.
Steve fingered Dr. Wu's stiff rod through the tightly-stretched cloth, rubbing its shaft and pinching its head. "Man," he whispered.
"That's right," Dr. Wu answered. "Rather different from a woman."
"Yeah." Steve reached into the doctor's shorts and took his cock out. It was long and thick with a broad plow-shaped head. He stroked it, first tentatively and then enthusiastically.
Steve and Dr. Wu stood face to face, jacking each other's stiff dicks. Then, they gripped their own shafts and rubbed cock-heads. "You're enjoying this," Dr. Wu said.
"Sure am."
"So am I." Dr. Wu pulled away, bent over the exam bench, and stuck his butt out. "But it's time for the next phase of the procedure."
Steve stroked his hard cock while he stared at the little puckered pink hole between the doctor's muscular buttocks. He'd had several girlfriends before he married Christie, and seen lots of naked guys in the gym locker room, but he'd never gotten up close and personal with anyone's asshole. It was as sexy as a pussy. Maybe even sexier.
Dr. Wu twisted around to look at Steve. "Like the view?"
"Oh yeah. You've got a fucking sexy butt."
"That's what butts are for. Fucking."
"My wife doesn't think so."
"But . . ." Dr. Wu stretched the word out. ". . . I'm not your wife."
"You're sure not." Steve realized he needed lube. "Uh, where's the-"
"Behind you." The doctor clenched and relaxed his buttocks suggestively. "Top left drawer."
Steve squeezed lubricant onto his index finger. "Now, I'm going to massage YOUR prostate." He stepped closer and pressed the tip of his finger into the center of Dr. Wu's asshole, then hesitated. Instead of pushing his finger inside, he rubbed the puckered flesh in a slow circle.
Dr. Wu's cock jerked. He groaned with pleasure, arched his back, and thrust his butt backwards. "You like that?" Steve asked.
"Of course. But I've had enough teasing. I'm ready for some good hot prostate massaging."
"Okay." Steve put more lube on his finger. "You remember how you said this wasn't fun for you?"
"Sure. I was lying."
"I know." Steve pushed his finger into Dr. Wu's asshole. It slid inside easily. Then, the doctor tightened his anal muscles, clamping Steve's finger like a python. "Well, I'll tell you right now. It's a hell of a lot of fun for me." He drew his finger back.
"Good. I usually don't enjoy giving my patients-" Dr. Wu gasped when the tip of Steve's finger pressed against a little hard knot. "Wow! You found it."
Steve moved his finger in and out, exploring the new territory. "So, that's it? This little thing?" Dr. Wu moaned and humped Steve's finger. "Guess so." Steve crooked his finger in a "come here" gesture, rubbing the little bulge in the doctor's anal wall.
"Oh yes!" Dr. Wu gasped. "Keep doing that."
Steve stroked the doctor's stiff pole while rubbing his prostate. He cried out when Steve got too rough. "Uh, sorry."
"It's okay," Dr. Wu said. "Just take it easy. The prostate is sensitive, like a clitoris."
"All right." Steve massaged the little spot gently. "Is that better?"
"Yeah." The doctor pushed Steve's hand away from his cock. "I don't need that. I'm getting enough stimulation."
