I still get hard thinking about that appointment. I went in for a routine physical, nothing special, just the yearly check my job required. The waiting room was cold and bright, and I sat there flipping through a magazine until the nurse called my name. She led me to exam room three and told me the doctor would be right in.
When the door opened, in walked Dr. Marcus Kane. Tall, dark-skinned, broad shoulders filling out his white coat, with a smooth shaved head and a smile that hit me low in the gut. His voice was deep and calm as he introduced himself. Im covering for your regular doctor today. Lets get you checked out.
He started normal enough. Blood pressure cuff on my arm, questions about diet and exercise. But when he told me to strip down to my boxers and lie back on the table, something shifted. His eyes lingered a second too long on my chest, then lower. I felt my cock twitch and hoped he didnt notice.
Deep breath, he said, pressing the cold stethoscope to my skin. His fingers were warm and firm. He moved lower, checking my abdomen, then paused. Im going to do a testicular exam now. Just relax.
His hand slid inside my boxers and cupped my balls, rolling them gently between his fingers. I was already half-hard and getting harder fast. Dr. Kane didnt pull away. Instead he wrapped his other hand around my shaft and gave it one slow stroke.
Looks like everythings working fine, he murmured, voice dropping lower. But I should check the prostate too. Turn over for me.
I rolled onto my stomach, heart pounding. He pulled my boxers down to my thighs. Cool lube dripped between my cheeks, then one thick finger pressed inside me. He moved it slowly, crooking it until he found that spot that made my cock leak onto the paper sheet.
Youre tight, he said. Been a while?
Yeah, I managed.
A second finger joined the first. He worked them in and out, stretching me open while his other hand reached under me and stroked my dick. I pushed back against his hand without thinking.
You want more than fingers, he stated, not asked.
I heard the rustle of his coat coming off, then his belt. When he stepped closer I felt the heat of his body and the heavy weight of his cock resting against my ass. It was long, thick, and already hard, the head slick with precum.
He didnt ask again. He just lined up and pushed. The stretch burned at first, then melted into pure heat as he sank deeper. Inch after inch filled me until his hips met my ass. I groaned into the table.
Dr. Kane fucked me in steady, deep strokes, one hand gripping my hip, the other reaching around to jerk my cock in time with his thrusts. The exam table creaked under us. Every time he bottomed out I saw stars. His balls slapped against mine and I could smell his cologne mixed with sweat and sex.
Tell me how it feels, he ordered, voice rough.
Big, I gasped. So fucking big. Dont stop.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and lifted my legs over his shoulders. The new angle let him drive even deeper. I watched his dark skin against my lighter thighs, watched his abs flex with every thrust, watched his thick cock disappear inside me again and again. Pre-cum dripped from my own dick onto my stomach.
He leaned down and kissed me hard, tongue pushing past my lips while he kept pounding. One of his hands wrapped around both our cocks for a few messy strokes before he went back to fucking me.
I came first, shooting hard across my chest without touching myself. My ass clenched around him and he groaned, hips stuttering. He pulled out at the last second and painted my stomach and cock with thick ropes of cum, mixing with mine.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then he grabbed some paper towels, cleaned us both up with surprising gentleness, and helped me sit up.
Everything checks out, he said with a small smirk, pulling his coat back on. See you next year?
I nodded, still shaky. He handed me my clothes and left the room.
Ive thought about that exam every single day since. Sometimes I even book fake appointments just to walk past his office, hoping he sees me. I havent gone back yet, but I know I will. Next time I want his cock in my mouth first. I want to taste that thick load before he bends me over the table again.
Until then, the memory keeps me company at night, hand around my dick, remembering exactly how that hot black shemale doctor felt buried inside me.
