Not exactly what the doctor ordered!
I had returned to NYC for my residency after med. school. I had only talked with my best friend sporadically after we both left Long Island to head to colleges in different states. I do remember from her letters that she had met and was going to marry someone, and that after 23 years of marriage her parents had split up.
I am a radiologist and at work one day read forms that I had to perform an ultrasound for testicular discomfort. Oh, joy, I thought, please let it be a university jock. The forms, however, indicated a 43 year old construction worker.
I entered the exam room and found a very rugged and handsome man, his boots, jeans and flannel shirt seemed to indicate that he was fresh from work.
I introduced myself and handed him a gown to change into, without our eyes meeting yet, I heard him repeat my name and say 'Is that you?'
Our eyes met and I realized it was my friend's dad. Conversation revealed he had moved into the city after the divorce and was single and looking. It was an awkward place for a reunion, especially since I'd be examining his genitals in a few minutes.
After changing, he lay on the table and I rolled the equipment near. I explained the procedure and, though we both felt unsure, proceeded. I lifted his gown and began applying the jelly to his testicles so the wand would glide easily.
I couldn't resist the urge to take a look at the body of this man I had known most of my life, and on whom all of the teenage girls had crushes. While I'm new in the field, I have seen my fair share of male bodies, but his was exquisite.
There was a beautiful treasure trail of hair across a washboard stomach that led to a very thick bush from which hung one of the longest and thickest penises I'd ever seen, uncut too!
As I rubbed the jelly across his testes, his penis began to harden and rise. He tensed and tried to shift and hide. I stopped and, truthfully, said it wasn't the first time that had happened. He admitted it had been too long since anyone had touched him there and maybe he should wait on the ultrasound.
I looked into his eyes and smiled, trying to be reassuring, but instead I was getting lost in their intensity and desire.
Without worrying about losing my job, I continued to massage his balls as his shaft lengthened and hardened. It was formidable, easily eight or nine inches.
He closed his eyes and his head hit the table with a thud. I began stroking his cock with one hand and massaging his pecs with the other. He began moaning and writhing on the table. This wasn't the procedure he came in for, but we both were certainly enjoying it.
He tried to speak to let me know he was going to cum, but I put my lips to his to silence him as he exploded all over my hand, his stomach, even in my hair. It had been a long time for him!
I cleaned him up and managed to finish the ultrasound, which, thankfully, was negative for any tumors. He asked for my number and we've had many dinners, and hot, passionate evenings since then.
Not what the doctor ordered, but we are a happy couple now.