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Volume IMany things have happened during these days of rest, but if I want to keep the logbook detailed, I need to narrate this anecdote too.
Around the third or fourth month of Fio's pregnancy, I decided to visit the urologist at the hospital.
He was a young man, quite professional, blonde and curly-haired, who couldn't have been over 27 years old, sturdy and grey-eyed, with hints of mischief and playfulness, which wouldn't surprise me if some of his patients were young coquettes, dissatisfied wives, and perhaps one or two libidinous nurses or specialists.
I had all the routine tests: prostate, bladder, kidney stones, sperm count, etc., which came out without complications.
As I am very concerned about personal hygiene, what I least want is for Marisol or Hannah to get sick because of me. In fact, I would only have relations without condoms with my wife, even if Marisol knew that my penis was wet with juices from other women.
I consulted the young man if it was possible to examine me for venereal diseases, given my promiscuity.
For a moment, I thought he himself was going to treat me, but after being sincere about the number and nature of the women I've been involved with, he smiled with an indiscreet look and recommended another specialist.
There's no better woman in town who knows as well as she does... a penis... he expressed, smiling at the wordplay, and added after a brief silence. ...in a scientific sense, of course.
My first reaction was that he was taking me for a ride, but he explained it wasn't so. The Urology branch covers various areas and he was focused on general medicine. The specialist he was sending me to had been his teacher at university and had a doctorate in Andrology, the study of the male reproductive apparatus.
'She taught me everything I know... and more...' He remembered gratefully. my colleague's consultation is closer to my house than the affiliated hospital to my company, I requested an hour. The consultation is private and small. It has a reception, some bathrooms, and the specialist's office. In fact, the exams that require more complex medical equipment are sent to the same hospital where I'm being treated. The doctor is an attractive and intelligent woman. She must be around 60 years old, but she has maintained herself quite well: a tremendous blonde hairdo resembling a lioness; a prominent pair of breasts that if they hang (I haven't seen them yet), still flaunt their volume; a slender waist and a slightly sagging backside, as her concern for her figure is noticeable. Her lips are plump, her nose is small, her eyes are green, and her forehead is quite broad, justifying her voluminous hairdo. From slightly chubby cheeks and a marked chin, but rounded, these are the only signs of excess weight in her. During my first consultation, I explained that I'm promiscuous (I prefer they think I'm a pervert rather than Marisol being strange) and that the reason for my visit was to control myself for possible venereal diseases. She ordered me to take off my pants and when she saw my erection, she asked me to lie down. Until then, it seemed like a normal session... It's worth noting that since I started getting involved with my mother-in-law and my wife's cousin, my erection has maintained around 15-16 cm constantly. For me, it's not very pleasant because sometimes it stands out in my pants and I'm quite shy. Even so, I don't know if Karen, the rebellious little girl I met while jogging, is joking or what, but she says if I ever decide to become a fag, she can be my chick... as long as she lets her try my merchandise. Returning to that first time, the doctor took a pair of rubber gloves, put them on her hands, and began gently massaging me... He counted my experiences. “Don't stop!” the specialist ordered, moving her hand smoothly up and down over my penis. “It's just an exercise to relax muscular tension!” Although I felt like I was being given a delicate masturbation, I trusted what she said since she looked at me very seriously in the eyes. I told her that I was married to Marisol and we were very passionate in bed, but occasionally I would know another girl, we would get along and in the end, I would be unfaithful to my wife. Our first session lasted a bit over an hour and her massage had no effect on me whatsoever. However, she sent me to take a fresh semen test. The other specialist had also sent one, but the doctor insisted that I take a new one. “New patient, new test!” she sentenced, handing me the cup and showing me out of her office. I arrived at the reception and consulted with Bianca where I should take the test. She's nice, short, half-blonde, plump, and likes to joke with double meaning. When she showed me the bathroom, she gave me a choice between a pornographic magazine, a tablet with a hot movie, or even giving me a hand, which I preferred without help. It turned out to be more difficult than I expected and I took quite some time. But I achieved my goal, thinking of Marisol and Diana licking my penis at the same time. However, the tiny receptacle (similar to the containers where photographic rolls were kept) didn't manage to cover the complete volume of my ejaculation, staining part of the floor and my hands. After cleaning up with toilet paper both the floor and the container, I returned to the reception and handed the container back to Bianca. Pressing her lower lip with her index and thumb and not taking her eyes off the vial, she warned me that she had forgotten to give me the bag to isolate the sample and knowingly that the outer shine of the sample was not just water, she put it in the bag without disgust and softly bit the tip of her wet thumb, looking at occasionally the package that was maintained in my pants. A week later, they called me because my results were ready and since I was working, I agreed to meet my urologist at the next free period. In the second meeting, my urologist told me that the sperm count was still high and also had good motility, something I already knew because I have twin daughters almost 2 years old. Again, the doctor sent me to the examination table, discovered my penis and this time applied a kind of lotion. 'A muscle relaxant...' she said, although it could perfectly have been a glycerin gel. While she was massaging me, she asked me to tell her about the first time I cheated on my wife and thought it was interesting and funny that it was my mother-in-law... 'Do you like older women?' she asked in an instant that seemed to squeeze my glans. 'No!' I replied. 'It's just that my mother-in-law is a tiger in bed...' The massages continued with greater force, to the point where I had to ask the doctor to soften her grip because it was hurting me. Confused, sore and promising that my cultures would be ready for the next session, I approached Bianca to pay. Always smiling, the receptionist informed me that from now on, my appointment hours would be in the afternoon, near closing time, since my condition is Special. Her words scared me, thinking I had something serious, but Bianca assured me it wasn't... 'Cases like yours... which can stretch for a long, long time... the doctor prefers to attend them late...' Marisol, of course, told me I didn't need to go to the urologist, that 'I was fine' and that 'I was worrying about nothing...' But at those times, I was also getting involved with Megan (whom I haven't seen since the ' last year, since he got his degree in History and graduated, without warning us or Marisol or me), I needed to unburden my remorse with someone else, without caring if they would take advantage of me and make me masturbate. The third session was quite peculiar. For some reason I don't remember, I arrived about 2 hours before the agreed time and met the patient who preceded me. Erika is a thin, brunette woman, 25 years old, who suffers from frigidity. She told wonders about the doctor, because thanks to personal stimulation techniques, psychological therapy, and some medicinal supplements, her relationship with her current partner was improving at an incredible pace. Leaving aside the morbid curiosity, I asked if they had a previous game before having sex: if her partner gave her oral sex, ate her breasts or tried anal sex, while Bianca listened attentively to my questions. She replied that for now, she was just accepting that her partner would put his fingers in her vagina, since despite not being a virgin, the simple act of masturbating caused her disgust and it didn't take long for the doctor to call her. Bianca, on the other hand, confessed that she didn't have those problems. That she liked rough and brutal sex, where the man was the master and lord..., which made me laugh, explaining that my wife also likes it like that. We talked about positions and experiences, and soon Erika left. Once again, the doctor sent me to the table, applied the lotion, and... Oh! I've spent my last surgical gloves! said the doctor, showing me the empty box. Would you mind if I massaged you with my hands? Her hands were warm and looking at the foreskin, she asked if it bothered me that she would uncover it. As she did so, it rose to its almost 19 centimeters and began to move it smoothly again. She told me not to worry. That it was natural and this time, she was also stimulating my testicles to see my irrigation. Once again, she asked me to tell her about the hottest lover I had and I thought of Fio. I told her how mojigata she was before my neighbor and how I corrupted her little by little until she lost her virginity on all sides. While she was massaging me at an infernal rhythm, I exposed the concern I had about whether her son was mine or my neighbor's and that in those moments, it was very complicated because not only Kevin's boss, the priest of her church, some boys who worked at the supermarket, but also I had her practically as a sexual slave and she was still unsatisfied with her husband. In the middle of my narration, Bianca entered the consultation to give a folder to the doctor, but neither she nor I noticed until part of my semen almost splashed in her face. It was then that the doctor told me that if I continued massaging myself like that, my organ would lose rigidity, caressing her wrist due to the constant hand movement she had given me. However, knowing how my body is, I replied that with a massage like this it wouldn't be enough and the most evident proof was that I was still pointing at the ceiling, a phenomenon that amazed both of them. After we got dressed and cleaned up a bit, she gave me the results of the cultures and fortunately everything was in order. Despite her treatment having been a real failure, I consulted with the doctor if I could continue attending my case, considering the increasing number of my sexual partners and how it worried me that Marisol might find out about my imprudence. That apart from the sexual and emotional relief each session provides to me. The following sessions were more tranquil, although I always ended up with my pants down and her rubbing me while she narrated my misadventures. We acquired greater confidence and she told me she had been married to a pediatrician for over 20 years and since her partner was two years older than her and time wasn't playing in their favor, she confessed they had relations one or two times a month. Out of curiosity, I asked if Perhaps she had gotten involved with one of her patients or students, to which she honestly replied that not. That at most, in the university, she would take some of her more gifted students (leaving me wondering if it referred to intellectual or physical gifts) and give them graphic explanations on the topics they asked about, including the urologist who sent me to her.
As the sessions went by, I became a kind of frequent client (although she never made me ejaculate again) and already there were around 4 or 5 sessions where Bianca had entered the consultation, to leave some document, a message or any other foolishness that would allow her to see my device in action.
On her part, the doctor continued to massage me with her hands as much on my penis as on my testicles, but maintained a professional attitude and focused on me when she spoke, and on two occasions we coincided with Erika, whom she had told that my case was exactly the opposite and half-jokingly added that Perhaps I could help you better with your problem...
Since I continued to attend myself near closing time, Bianca also invited me more than once to Take more samples in the bathroom... or according to her, Know a home remedy that is infallible and can help me with my problem..., to which I replied that I preferred to attend myself with the specialist.
I'm not saying that Bianca doesn't displease me because she's a bit plumper, because she has a formidable backside, white skin, an attractive and round face, and although her hips are wide, the breasts she wears sway in a tempting way.
But if I had to choose between her and my specialist, I'd stay with the last one.
And finally (and counting the reason for this entry), during my first week of vacation, both Marisol and Lizzie thought it would be fun to give me two consecutive blowjobs. I'm not sure who started that or how, but one said to the other that she could make me come twice in a row and the other, not being Less, he took it as a personal challenge. For Thursday, I felt like an almost empty refreshing drink box, since Marisol breakfasted me twice, Lizzie sucked me double when washing dishes at lunch and besides, she asked us to do it in the kitchen and at night, Marisol enjoyed very happily that I was so exhausted and it cost me so much to ejaculate. The urologist laughed at my experience because by afternoon I was so tired I couldn't play with my little ones after their nap and asked if a suck maybe helped with my problem. I replied no and for the first time during this treatment, she looked at the shining glans as if intending to check it in person...Next post
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