In a cold shower, with the water giving him goose bumps, Frank Victor let the streaming cold run over his shoulders and largish belly and over his cock. As a Doctor he has not thought of his penis as a cock in years, yet now he was having trouble picturing it as anything else. A penis, he would think to himself, should go flaccid after use. The monster he held in his hand refused to do that. His cock remained hard regardless of how often he had sex, with the exception of when he was in the sun. Odd that, he thought. The cold water continued to run down his body and over his cock and was not doing the trick he intended.
He continued to rub his member exploring its new dimensions. He was sure that it had grown over night. Frank had never measured his cock before. Not even as a kid when he last remembered jacking off. It was larger to him. The girth grew enough that he was unable to touch the tips of his fingers together as he rubbed it. The length was longer too. As it stood to attention, in his boxers, it reached above the waistband completely exposing the head. He had never had that happen before. He felt the texture of his cock as he massaged it; examined every vein. There was another feature he never remembered having before that fascinated him. A pare of dimples right behind the head. He knew he saw dimples like these somewhere else before but did not remember where.
Frank continued to stroke his cock with one hand and squatted a little to make room as his other hand reached for his balls. They were larger now, and hung lower. He thought if he tried massaging them while stroking himself, he would come and then it would relax enough to sleep. He had an unusual day yesterday and last night was stranger.
Pat, pat, pat, raindrops hit the window, and made a rhythmic pattering sound. It had a syncopated quality that helped Frank relax, and helped him to remember yesterday. It was a hectic day from the start and he had no time for reflection. Rubbing to the rhythm of the rain, he stroked his cock and concentrated on the feeling imagining his hand to be a tight pussy. It was a poor substitute, but it had to do for now. He gave up on the cold water and adjusted the temperature to be more comfortable. He had been rubbing for over an hour now, and his shoulders were sore. The warmer water relaxed his shoulders and he decided to add visualization to his masturbation.
Figuring it would help; Frank tried to remember his sexual encounters of yesterday. Especially the unusual tightness of his Wife's pussy. He had been with Sally for over forty years and did not remember her ever being so tight. The way she did massage his member and have multiple orgasms without him having any was a mystery to him. She was his wife but it seemed that he fucked someone else last night. She was someone who cared for no one, but herself. Still, he concentrated on her tightness. As he masturbated, the skin around his cock was almost too tight to move with the stroking, almost. With increased pressure, Frank grabbed his shaft until he did feel fatigue in his fingers. The extra pressure helped and Frank did feel the sensation of a climax building. He stroked faster and harder with the rhythm of the rain. Pat, pat, pat, he stroked. His other hand fondled his balls and occasionally squeezed so hard they hurt. The trick worked. Frank stroked faster as he felt his balls tighten up and his massive manhood stretch to its limits. He knew he had it. He was coming and he continued to stroke with everything he had. The rain had started hitting harder and faster and Frank matched its tempo. He felt the pressure build within him working it harder and faster. He reached the brink then started to slip away, then built the sensation again and when he was ready to climax he stood on his toes. Frank moaned to himself and encouraged himself to come until he reached the brink, and was ready to give in to the sensation when… BOOM!
Lightning struck somewhere; the thunder shook the house. The echo was still moving down the valley when Frank realized he lost the sensation, and was again, robbed of his dues. He looked out of the shower through the open door of the master bathroom to his wife, asleep on the bed. He thought back to yesterday; how it started at the office and ended here. It was strange, every step of the way, strange. He continued stroking his still hard cock as he thought back to how it all started.
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It started, Frank remembered, when he saw Maria and her daughter making out outside of the office. No, he corrected himself; it was at the office. He arrived and they saw him for some illness that he did not remember and ended in a sexual three-way. He did not remember how that had happened. It disturbed him that he was obsessed by sex. He never looked at another woman after marrying, yet somehow, Julianne and her strange eyes had something to do with his change in attitude. He walked away from that strange sexual encounter feeling drained, but it is also where and when his perpetual erection started. After that, the only time it would go away was when he was in direct sunlight. His partner covered the few appointments he had for the day and he went to go home. That is where he saw the two women making out in the shade of some overgrown shrubs and the hobo across the street by the Dumpster. The women sought shade from the harsh sunlight and the hobo was standing directly in its light. When the cloud cover came in, the women left, as had the hobo.
The hobo was an odd man, standing buy the Dumpster staring at the women. Frank never did get a good look at him then but did not help feeling that, that man was later following him. If he had felt well, Frank would have looked for the hobo and make sure he was not some sort of pervert, but he decided to head home.
Frank remembered thinking that he needed to buy a new belt and trousers to accommodate his larger size belly. He also remembered the smell of the car. It had the smell of stale cigarettes. He had not smoked for three years and never noticed the smell since he had it detailed after quitting. Now, it was if the odor had never left and he just did not notice it before. The new old odor seemed strong to him that he had to open his window to let in fresh air or he would choke.
Two miles from home in congested traffic, Frank’s pager started beeping. He recognized the number from the hospital and decided he needed to answer it. His wife was not expecting him for hours yet and the hospital never called unless it was an emergency. It took five minutes before he found a pay phone and pulled over to use it. It was sitting by an abandoned filling station with graffiti covering the walls and boarded windows. He dialed the number, and one of the nurses answered. She told him that his patient, scheduled for cancer surgery, was getting hysterical and insisted on seeing him before the operation. The woman’s specialist asked the nurse to contact Frank and see if he would calm her down so they can operate. As he listened to the nurse, he noticed a bum across the street that looked remarkable close to the hobo by the office. He wound up dismissing it as an overactive imagination due to illness.
A doctor loyal to his patients, Frank headed straight to the hospital. When he arrived, he spoke with his patient and calmed her down enough for her to agree to have the surgery. Cindy was a young mother of three whose husband was overseas on business. Frank had promised to call her sitter and her relatives so they would watch the children while she was recovering. Cindy had called her husband who had taken the first flight home. Frank said he would stay as long as he did. While he was talking to her he sat next to her and held her hand. He wore a mask and gloves because he was worried of giving her whatever infection he had. During the whole conversation, Frank had trouble keeping his eyes off her breast. They were large and still firm for a woman in her late twenties. He kept thinking in the back of his head that it was going to be a great waste to loose them. The roguish feelings he had for her only mad him feel guilty. His raging hard on flexed every time he laid eyes on those mounds and that deep cleavage. He continually imagined his pole sliding between them, taking in their warmth and her mouth kissing the head at the end of every stroke. She caught him staring at them but did not seem to notice that it was a lustful stare and not an analytical one. He knew he should not have those thoughts, yet he did not stop. What most bothered him, was that he never remembered having them before.
When Frank stood up and let the orderlies take her to prep for surgery, he had to pull up his pants. This did not mean much to him at the time but as he waited during the surgery, his pants continued to slip down. He went to the rest room to adjust his trousers when he realized that he fit two fingers under the waistline. This was unusual as the pants, only hours before, were too small and needed replacing. Frank fixed the problem by tightening his belt a notch. Another unusual act, as the belt was on its last notch and was getting too small for him.
He continued to pace up and down the waiting room hoping for good news about his patient. One of the receptionists behind the counter had caught his eye. A small woman who came to his chin in height and had a light brown complexion kept staring at him when he was not looking. Frank would look up occasionally and catch her at it. When he was not looking at her, he felt her stares. He knew whenever anyone stared at him. It raised the hairs on his neck, alerting him. He caught men staring at him who quickly turned away when he saw them. He smiled when he saw the receptionist and she smiled back.
In the shower, Frank had his eyes closed and started stroking his member with both hands as he remembered the young receptionist. Her name was Susan and she was from the Islands. Frank would stare back at her from time to time, admiring her petite size and figure. Most of the nurses at the hospital wore a blouse and slacks as their uniform. This one wore a one-piece jacket and skirt. It resembled the older uniforms of the hospital with several layers of fabric and reaching just below the knees. A Ulitarian uniform with a high neckline and a single-panel fabric breastplate intended to keep doctor’s minds on work and not the nurses. Any attempt at neutralizing the receptionist’s sex did not work on frank. For him the uniform she wore followed every curve of her body accenting the important features for him. She was behind the counter and he did not see below it. Frank made a guess that below the hemline, she had on white stockings and nurses shoes. She had breast that were about hand sized and hips that had a gentle slope to them. It was her nipples, which caught his attention. They stood erect through the layers of fabric and she had aureoles that were two inches across. How Frank knew that, he did not know. He knew he had to have some of her. She had a smell to her that aroused him more. It was the smell of lilacs in spring or an ocean breeze in the morning. To him it was the smell of innocence.
The thought of the receptionist made him anguish as his hard-on pressed against the fabric of his pants. He put his head down and tried to concentrate on something else. That is when he heard her voice and looked up. She had asked him if he was that doctor waiting on his patient in surgery. He told her he was. She told him how she admired a doctor who cared so much about his patients and wanted to know if he would have a cup of coffee with her on her break.
He looked into large brown eyes and pleasant smile deciding if it would be safe for him to temp himself that much as his dick was twitching, go, go, go. Only one head claimes victory when a man argued with himself and the dick’s won. Frank followed the little woman to the cafeteria. When they reached a janitorial closet, she grabbed his hand and led him into it. She turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled herself up wrapping her legs around his waist. Before Frank could react she planted a kiss and practically drove her tongue down his throat. Frank had grabbed her by her narrow waist and tried to pry her off but she held securely. Her pelvis was rubbing against his manhood and he started to weaken.
