Anal Sex With the Anal Doctor (Sample)
Dr Emery (mid-early 40s)
Cal (very early 30s)
Cal lay on his side on the proctologist’s table, knees bent and underwear down as Doctor Emery observed Cal’s anus.
Cal forced himself not to look back at the man, he was so gorgeous. The amount of times Cal had masturbated thinking of him was insane. Just since entering the office he had over a dozen fantasies. If Cal didn’t control his thoughts, he would get hard.
Dr Emery had been Cal’s proctologist for a good while now, and every time Cal saw him, he fell for him all that much more. He was openly gay, and had hinted a few times during his previous visits of his interest in Dr Emery. He kept it subtle and professional, but just enough to let the otherwise grumpy man know Cal’s day was better after his appointments, or that he felt they had an intimate relationship.
‘You’ve already probed my ass, doc, feels like we should take this to the next level.’
Every time, Emery blushed; every time, Emery grinned; and every time, Cal was convinced Emery’s bulge enlarged. But Emery had remained the grumpy older man he was, professional, and never let on if he felt anything for Cal, if he was attracted to him or not.
And Cal was desperate to find out, desperate to feel him inside him, thrusting him, desperate to press his hand along Emery’s muscular and hair pectorals, desperate to have him in his mouth, desperate for Emery to taste him and devour him in every possible way.
In every single way Cal had fantasised about since day one of meeting him.
‘Well, it seems it’s just a question of hypersensitivity,’ said Doctor Emery. ‘I might suggest some anal massage dilators.’ Emery reached for one of these massagers.
Cal chanced a glance over his shoulder. The thing looked like a small anal dildo and it turned him on too much.
Emery turned back to Cal. ‘I’ve been trained in such therapies. I could demonstrate for you if you’d like.’ If the doctor was hinting at anything, it didn’t show.
‘Mmhmmm.’ Cal felt his face redden. He turned it away again, trying to calm his palpitating heart.
‘Excellent.’
The doctor lubricated the dildo — massager — and gently and slowly inserted the tip into Cal’s anus.
Cal had to suppress a moan as a wave of heat rose to his head. It also rushed all the down to his other head, to his shaft, making it throb.
‘Does this hurt?’ Emery asked softly, placing a hand on Cal’s hip. His touch was electric, sending tingles to Cal’s groin and tightening his abdomen. Fuck! He wanted Emery’s hands all over him.
Cal merely shook his head, biting down his moan.
‘You can insert it further or as little as you want.’ Emery’s soothing voice did nothing to quell Cal’s hardening cock as the doctor slowly pushed the thing in deeper before pulling it up after a quick pause, and repeating several times. ‘When you’re ready, you can try a bit faster.’
‘Yes.’
Cal’s voice was a plea. He wanted this, he wanted this so badly. He wanted Emery. He would settle for Doctor Emery massaging his anus if he couldn’t have the real thing.
‘Very well.’
Doctor Emery obliged, sending the massager deeper into him and pulling out a little less every time, tantalisingly increasing his speed just a tad more with every thrust. Cal was hard and oozing now. An ‘Oh god,’ escaped him before he could stop it.
After several more strokes of this, Doctor Emery stopped.
‘I think you’re ready to try something a bit bigger and longer.’
Why was his voice so husky? Cal must have imagined it, but he nodded as a ‘Please!’ escaped his mouth.
Emery slowly pulled the massager out of Cal’s anus – Cal whimpered and shuddered, as his arousal made him need so much more now. Cal heard Emery unzip his pants, and then he felt the doctor align his hard cock with Cal’s lubricated entrance, teasing it.
The sheer plumpness of Emery’s erection told Cal he wasn’t imagining it. Part of him still felt like this was unreal. Was this really happening? Was Emery actually rimming Cal with the tip of his dick?
‘Are you certain you want this?’
Cal’s entire body shuddered with need. ‘Fuck, I want you so badly.’
With a gentle push, Emery slid into Cal. Both let out loud gasps.
‘God, you’re so tight, Cal.’
‘Oh my god, you feel so god-damned good.’
Emery thrust slowly and gently at first. ‘I don’t want to cause more strain to your—’ He began pulling out.
Cal darted his hand to grab Emery’s smooth ass and squeezed, pulling him deeper inside of him. ‘You’re not going anywhere, Doctor.’
‘Fuck,’ Emery breathed out.
Emery’s hand reached for Cal’s cock and Cal had to suppress a shout. The way Emery stroked his shaft felt so good, it sent hot surges from his pelvis through his entire body.
Cal still didn’t dare look back at Emery, for fear he was imagining it. Though this was better than any fantasy he had ever had.
‘I’ve wanted you for so long,’ Emery groaned.
‘You’ve no idea the amount of times I’ve imagined myself with you,’ Cal admitted.
The two thrust faster, and Emery pumped Cal more vigorously. Cal buried his face in his hands as a wave of elation overtook him, lest he scream. He ejaculated onto Emery’s hand and then felt Emery stiffen and erupt into his anus, elongating Cal’s orgasm.
Both of them suppressed shouts as Emery bucked his hips and bent forward before stilling and slowly pulling out.
Panting, Emery began, ‘I’ll uh…let you…wipe yourself….while I jot down some notes.’
Emery grabbed some wipes for his cock, and then zipped his pants back up and returned to the other side of the curtain.
Once wiped and redressed, Cal was uncertain how he should be, how he should act or what he should say. Was this just a hookup? Or…
He made his way to the other side of the curtain, if not a bit hesitantly. Emery was sitting at his desk.
Cal swallowed, his mouth twitching into a frown, feeling dejected. ‘I’ll be on my way, then.’ He turned to exit.
‘Not so fast.’ Emery bolted up and to the door, placing a hand on it to keep it closed. Cal merely stared at the other man. ‘How about I take you to dinner on Friday?’
Cal realised he’d been holding his breath. ‘I’d love that. I mean, I’m free tonight too if…’
‘Tonight it is, then.’
Both hesitated but a moment before Emery lunged forward, claiming Cal’s lips in a searing kiss that took his breath away. They devoured each other, hands travelling the lengths of their bodies. And oh, was it the relief Cal had been waiting for, somehow more elating than his orgasm just now, because this was confirmation of how real this was and a reciprocation of desire.
Sex always felt more satisfying when feelings were involved and reciprocated.
When they pulled away, slowly and reluctantly, both chuckled.
‘I get off at three, so I can be at your place at four.’
'Then I’ll get you off at four.’
Emery exhaled, smiling, cheeks darkening. He shook his head. ‘I have to apologise. This was highly unprofessional of me.’
‘God, if you knew the times I’ve fantasised about you,’ Cal declared. ‘How much I’ve been wanting you.’
Emery bit his lower lip, letting out another shy laugh. ‘You’ve no idea how much I’ve been wanting you too. When I saw how hard you were, I just…’
‘Don’t apologise for something we both enjoyed.’ Cal pulled Emery to him, reclaiming his mouth for another heated series of kisses, letting out groans that told the other how much they wanted to continue with another round of what they had just shared.
After a few minutes, they both pulled away, nibbling at each other’s lips. Both of them grinning from ear to ear, Cal opened the door and left the proctologist’s office.
