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Part 1: Health Checks at the Gym
Part 2: No Secrets from My Wife
Part 3: The New Landscaping Crew
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Part 1: Health Checks at the Gym
My gym was doing a month-long recruiting drive for new members, and I'd volunteered to help out with the health checks of the men interested in signing up. I hadn't actually finished medical school, so they assigned me to work with one of the doctors, helping him out as needed.
My wife had suggested that I volunteer, when I told her about the recruiting drive. "I know how much you like the atmosphere there," she'd said. That was true--since I'd joined the gym a few months ago I definitely had more energy. "And you should put some of your healthcare knowledge to good use."
Full truth be told, though, I was in a bad mood when I arrived at the gym that Saturday to volunteer. My pool-and-lawn-care guys had quit, so on top of all my usual weekend stuff I'd have to mow the lawn and clean the pool myself until we could find replacements. My wife is great helping out around the house when we can't hire the jobs out, but I knew that she was swamped with a big work project so the lion's share of the chores would fall to me.
At least I'd be able to work out after my volunteering session with the new members. I wore a light t-shirt and jogging shorts so that I could hit the running track as soon as the five or so scheduled health checks of the new recruits were done.
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"How can I help?" I asked the white-coated doctor I'd been assigned to. A good-looking guy, a little older than I am. I'd seen him around the club. We were in a smallish room just off the gym's shower area. The room's only furniture was a low stool and a side table with some basic health-check materials--swabs, ointments, latex gloves, and so on.
"The new members will come in here directly from taking a shower," the doctor said to me, "and while I'm checking their lungs and heart-rates, I'd like you to do a quick check of them ... down below."
"What do you mean?" I asked?
"You can sit on the stool," he replied, "which should put you at about the right height, and just take their temperature using this thermometer." He handed me a standard glass-tube one.
"You mean ..." my voice fading as I realized what he meant.
"Yes, it's an anal thermometer. They give the best results," he said matter-of-factly.
My jaw dropped, as I imagined myself sitting on the stool while a series of men, still wet from the shower, presented their posteriors to me.
"Here," the doctor continued, handing me a tube. "Use this lubricating ointment. Just spread a quick dab of it around each man's anus, so the thermometer slides in smoothly. That way everyone's comfortable."
Comfortable did not describe my feelings at that moment.
"Actually," I said, "I'm not sure I'm comfortable about that."
"No need to be prudish," he admonished me. "You've had some medical training, so let's just be professional about it."
I didn't have a good reply, but I could feel my own temperature rising.
"It'll take about a minute for the thermometer to read each man's body heat, and while you're waiting, I'd like you to ask each man to turn around so you can do a groin exam."
"What??" I exclaimed.
"Yes, that's the best use of our time. It'll take about a minute for me to read each guy's chest vitals and blood pressure, so while you're ... umm ... down there waiting for the thermometer, just give each guy's penis and testicles a once over. If you spot anything unusual, just let me know and I'll take it from there."
Before I could reply, an assistant poked his head around the open door and said
"The first of the men is coming out of the shower now. Are you two ready?"
"We are," said the doctor, and then he guided me to sit down on the stool and handed me a pair of latex gloves. "You'll probably want to wear those."
I hesitated, then slipped the skin-tight gloves on, just as the first man came in from the shower room, his bare feet leaving damp marks on the floor and his body steaming slightly in the warm air.
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"Come here between us and stand facing me," the doctor said to the man. The doctor was standing a couple of feet in front of me, which meant that when the nude man stepped in between us his buttocks were about in front of my face.
"I'm going to check your heart and lungs," the doctor continued explaining, "and while I'm doing that Steven here"--the doctor gestured toward me--"will take your temperature anally. Do you have any problem with that?"
The man glanced back over his shoulder at me and said, "None at all."
I took in the sight of his firmly rounded cheeks with the long crack running up the center. Very fit guy, I noted. But I could not see his anus. How am I supposed to position the thermometer accurately? The best solution seemed to spread his cheeks slightly with one hand while placing a dab of lubricant there. I was wearing latex gloves, after all, so that would be okay.
The man's cheek muscles contracted slightly when mamak escort I first touched him, and then relaxed. Using my fingers firmly I was able to spread his cheeks enough and ... there it was. I had never seen one so close before. There was something fascinating about it. I felt a bit frozen in this position, my finger poised with some lube on it.
I glanced up and noticed that while listening to the man's heartbeat the doctor was looking down at the expression on my face. That jogged me into action. I quickly smeared the lube on the man's opening, reached for the thermometer, and inserted it a few inches. The man seemed entirely relaxed about it and even leaned his body forward some, causing his buttocks to move backwards closer to me.
At that point, the doctor said to the man, "Turn around 180 degrees, please, so I can check your back and Steven can perform a brief scrotal exam. Are you okay with that?"
The man nodded easily and swiveled to face me, bringing his hanging penis and testicles into sight immediately before my eyes. The view was another first for me, as was the clean musky scent that entered my nostrils.
I wasn't quite sure what I was supposed to be looking for, but everything seemed normal. His cock was perhaps a little larger than average, but it was soft, so who knew. I slid my fingers under it to raise it, noting the two perfectly normal testicles hanging below, and then circled my fingers around the penis to pull the foreskin back, checking under there for completeness. With that movement, the man gave a little sigh, and I could feel his penis start to stiffen between my fingers.
I quickly let go of it, thankful that I was wearing the latex gloves, and said, "You can--can--" something seemed stuck in my throat, and I coughed lightly to clear it--"you can turn around now." The man complied, and I retrieved the thermometer from between his cheeks. I noted the temperature (perfectly normal), and then wiped it on a cloth and put it in the sterilizing jar.
Meanwhile the doctor had finished his checks and, giving the nude man a slight slap on the butt, said, "We're done now, so you can go back to the locker room and get dressed."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the doctor making a few notes on a paper form, but mostly I watched the nude man from behind as he crossed the room to the door and exited.
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The next two men were a blur in my memory, as I worked out my routine of taking their temperatures--spread, lube, insert, turn, lift, check, turn again, retrieve, wipe.
But I noted that even fit men's asses could be quite different, as could the shape and sizes and scents of their groins. Part of me felt a kind of scientific curiosity about what I was seeing. Another sub-current part of me was curious in a way I had never felt before--about the way their anuses accepted the smooth insertion of the thermometer, the way their hanging balls came into view from behind as they spread their legs, and the way their cocks started to swell automatically when I touched them.
The little room seemed to be getting hotter, and I was glad I'd worn light clothes. The doctor too seemed to be noticing the heat and said, "Should we take a quick break? Might be good to get some fresh air."
While he went into the interior of the club, I slipped out a side door into the alley, which fortunately was on the shady side of the building. I stripped off the latex gloves. For a couple of minutes I enjoyed the sensation of a cooling breeze coming through the alley and tried to clear my mind of images. I heard my name being called from within and so slipped back inside and took my place on the stool.
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The fourth man to come in from the shower was a black man.
He was built like a warrior-athlete, and his wet skin was steaming as he walked in dripping from the shower. For some reason the first thing that drew my attention were the drops of water sliding down his swaying penis to its tip where they dripped into space on their way to the floor.
This guy was huge! But he turned to slip into position between the doctor and me, and my view of his crotch was replaced by a rounded set of buttocks. They were full, and when I reached out my fingers to spread his cheeks, I felt taut muscle.
"Umm," I asked him, "Would you mind opening your legs a little and leaning forward so I can see your ... ummm ... anus better?"
"No problem," he chuckled in a deep voice, and then spread his legs quite a bit and leaned forward, causing his crack to open. Not only did his rosy dark anus appear but also his large testicles and penis.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My finger with the lubricant hovered close to his anus, but his cock and balls dangled down obscenely, distracting my eyes. I had not known they could be so ... massive.
Concentrate, Steven, I told myself, and shifted my position closer and higher so that I could only see his buttocks. I focused on spreading the lubricant carefully around his anus with my fingers, pushing ofise gelen escort a little inside, and then inserting the thermometer as before.
I sat back, and waited for him to turn around. At the doctor's instruction, the black man spun around rather quickly, his thick, swinging cock passing just inches in front of my face before settling again to dangle low between his hanging balls.
I couldn't help but make comparisons to the cocks I'd seen a little earlier. This one had a magnificence to it, with a fullness in proportion to the rest of his powerful body.
My eyes took in the rounded, purplish-brown head hanging down, traced upward along the shaft, noting the prominent veins, to where its base anchored among dark pubic hair where it joined his crotch.
Focus on the job! So I reach out with one hand to encircle the shaft of his penis with my fingers, and with my other hand I cupped his testicles, sensing their weight. That had an almost instantaneous effect, causing his cock to swell surprisingly quickly.
At that moment I realized I'd forgotten to put the latex gloves back on. I was touching a man's cock and balls with my bare hands. Another first for me.
I immediately released my grip, but his penis continued to grow until it was pointed straight at my face.
"My name's Big Tommy," the big man said, looking down at me. "Thought you should know that since we're getting kinda personal here."
My voice felt strained but I said, "Nice to meet you ... welcome to the gym."
"Yeah, we've heard things are pretty friendly here, and now I see why." He looked pointedly down at his cock sticking straight out at my face level. "Jumbo there is feeling mighty welcome."
At that he gave a rumbling laugh, and the doctor standing beside him joined in.
"Well, Steven, the doctor said, "maybe you could bring yourself to stop staring at 'Jumbo' and retrieve the thermometer from his anus?"
I felt my face flush. Obligingly the big man turned around to let me finish my task.
The doctor was making his notes again when the fifth man entered from the shower room, a white man almost as big as Tommy.
"Hey, Rock," Big Tommy said, giving the new arrival a fist bump, "You'll like the treatment here."
"Cool," the man called Rock replied, "I'll join you in a few minutes."
"No problem," Big Tommy said, "I'll just hang out here while they give you the treatment."
The doctor made no objections, and Big Tommy leaned against the wall to watch.
"Big Tommy and I work together," Rock said by way of explanation, as he positioned himself between me and the doctor. "Maybe you've seen Tommy and Rock on the side of our trucks--we do landscaping around town."
That explained his deep tan, I thought. From his tan lines I could see that he must go shirtless much of the time and wear short shorts. His very fit body had a deep all-over tan, and only the cheeks of his ass, now presenting themselves to me, were pale.
I ran my hands lightly over his buttocks and then spread his cheeks. I asked him to lean forward slightly and spread his legs, and he complied.
The room seemed to be getting hotter. Over the last several minutes I'd been aware that my jogging shorts were tenting out. Something about the heat and the atmosphere was weirdly making me feel turned on. I hoped the men hadn't noticed.
I squeezed lubricant onto a finger and then I realized I still hadn't put the latex gloves back on. I hesitated, but thought To hell with it, let's just get this over with.
At that moment, Big Tommy's voice said, "Hey Rock, I didn't know you had such a sexy butt. Looks like Steven can't decide if he wants to lube you or kiss you there."
"Ha," said Rock, wiggling his ass a little in front of my face, "a handsome guy like that can kiss me there any time he wants."
The doctor chimed in, "As much fun as that might be, gentlemen, I'll have to ask you to make plans on your own time. I have appointments to get to."
I shook my head slightly to clear it and did what I had to do. I sat back on my stool and asked Rock to turn around. Then I shook my head in disbelief as his long penis appeared before my face. I could see its head peeking out of the foreskin, and the sinewy power of it made me think of a predatory snake.
As with Big Tommy's, I had to lift his penis up to reach his testicles. I reached out and grasped it just behind the foreskin, which slid back slightly so that the head of his penis emerged fully. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the pee slit at the end and then more started coming.
I glanced over to see Big Tommy grinning at Rock and me.
I raised up Rock's penis and cupped his testicles. Their size matched his sex organ, hanging low. They felt heavy in the palm of my hand.
Rock chuckled and I was shocked to see that my other hand was involuntarily stroking his shaft. That had caused more pre-cum to ooze out and the entire head of his penis was now covered with it and dripping. Ashamed of myself, otele gelen escort I let go of Rock's penis and felt my face turning red.
I put my head down towards the floor to hide my eyes, and took a couple of deep breaths. When I looked up, Big Tommy had come back over and was standing beside Rock. Both their big penises were pointing right at my face.
"Well doctor," asked Big Tommy, "see anything wrong with us"
"I'm not a doctor," I said quickly. "But you both seem to be completely ... healthy."
"That's enough, gentlemen," the real doctor intoned, "and now I'll have to ask you to leave so we can finish up here."
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After Rock and Big Tommy left, the doctor quickly finished off his paperwork and was ready to leave. See you next week, Steven?" he inquired. "We'll have the next batch of recruits to examine then."
I nodded silently, and stayed on my stool for a few minutes after he had gone. I needed some time to collect my thoughts. I was a little ashamed to realize that I was aroused by the day's examinations, and it took a while before vivid memories what I'd seen and touched went away.
I felt something wet on my finger and without thinking my tongue flicked out to lap some up. It was somewhat salty. I liked the taste. What was it? I took my finger out of my mouth and looked at it. My gorge rose in my throat as I saw that Rock's pre-cum covered my fingers. I barely avoided crashing into the door jamb as I rushed to a sink to wash my hands and rinse out my mouth.
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Part 2: No Secrets from My Wife
A lot of guys will say they have no secrets from their girlfriends or wives, while they really hold some things back--things they won't tell anybody under any circumstances. That's not how it is with my wife and me. I can tell her anything, and in fact I do tell her everything. No secrets, is our policy.
So I knew what I needed to tell her that night in bed. Though this time felt different. I'd always told her whenever I had strange erotic dreams or fantasies--some had led to hot sex sessions for us--none of them had involved ... well, men.
"And one was black and one was white?" she said, after I'd outlined what had happened.
She seemed fascinated by the circumstances and especially by my reaction.
"Yes," I said, "the black guy, Big Tommy, was a more solid, and the white guy, Rock, not quite as tall, but they were both about the same size."
"Which one had the bigger cock?"
Her eyes seemed to bore into mine as she asked that question. I looked away momentarily but then forced my eyes to return her gaze.
"It's hard to say," I said honestly, "but they were big. It all seemed to happen fast and it was a lot to take in, and I wasn't really measuring."
"Okay, that makes sense, as it was your first time," she said thoughtfully. "But now tell me about their asses. You touched five men's asses today? Wow. What a pervert you are," she teased.
"Hey," I protested, "it was part of the job."
"Of course, honey, and when you forgot to put the latex gloves back on, was that part of the job? Or was that just for yourself?"
"Honestly, I forgot!"
"And then the actual skin-to-skin contact--touching their anuses and gripping their cocks and feeling their balls--you liked it, yes?"
I noticed a gleam in my wife's eyes. Of course women loved fantasizing about men's cocks and the rest of their bodies.
But then she pointedly glanced down between my legs. Without my realizing it, my cock had swollen and was pointing straight up. "Your cock is answering Yes for you," she said, giving it a playful slap.
My face felt hot.
"And they do landscaping?" She paused in thought for a moment. "What a coincidence. Though I bet you're more interested in their manscaping right now."
She laughed at her little joke, and I had to admit it was pretty good wordplay.
Her skin was flushed too, and her nipples were aroused, I noticed. She pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me, positioning her wet pussy directly above my hard cock. She sank down onto me and simultaneously lowered her upper body until her face until it was directly over mine. She held that position, looking directly into my eyes.
"And you actually tasted the one guy's pre-cum?"
I moaned at the memory, and then the world became a blur as her hips rose and fell on me until our explosions came.
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Part 3: The New Landscaping Crew
I put my drink down beside the pool, sat on the chaise lounge with its soft cushion, and sighed. I had a full afternoon and evening of relaxation ahead, after I had woken late, had a leisurely breakfast, and then read a little.
My wife had joined me for breakfast but said she still had a lot to do on her big project, so she'd gone upstairs to her study overlooking the backyard. I knew her work was heavy on her mind. She'd come to bed very late last night and, unusually for her, said she didn't feel like sex but would make up for it tomorrow.
I stretched out slowly and laid down on my back on the chaise. I was wearing my white bikini-style swimsuit, the one I wear only for tanning in the privacy of our backyard. It's completely unsuitable for any public place as its thin fabric barely covers my crotch and has only a white string up the rear. But I want to get as close to an all-over tan as I can, and I can't quite make myself lay out in the nude.