As I lay upon the arch of the exam table, my doctor’s gloved-hand explored my erogenous zones with a strong yet tender touch. His fingers found the hidden entrance to my passions and I stirred with pleasure as his explorations prodded my desires. He’d unleash the depths of my yearning and I’d surrender it all to him, entranced by the thrill of his probing.
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He trembled, aroused, with anticipation as aroused as he had ever been. His heart was racing as the quivering fingers of the doctor inched lower and lower, until they 81 reached his exposed prostate, generating sensations he had never experienced before. His breaths grew shallow with an exquisite pleasure that only a gay man could ever truly understand.
Dr. G had a certain way of playing with my prostate – an expert slow massage that sent delicious shockwaves through my body as pleasure built up exponentially, deeper and more powerfully with every stroke. I could feel the tenderness of his touch as he explored me, as if his fingers were mapping new galaxies and galaxies within my innermost being. There in front of him, beneath his perfectly practiced fingers, I came undone in agreement to something I hadn’t even known before.
My heart raced as I saw him in his all-white medical uniform, tightly fitted to his muscular body, his face handsome and strong. His handsome hands firmly secured to my waist as he slowly, lovingly, and oh-so-erotically glided his fingers in ever deeper, stirring my desire into a feverish heat, until he finally touched that sweetly sensitive spot inside me that sent me trembling with a scorching pleasure.