The Doctor
doctor, handjob

Hi all. This is [email protected] writing on the story of a doctor who took care of the itching of a guy, and through it gave him a nice hand job. Your comments and feedback are welcome. It is been just few weeks since I came to this big city. I got a job in the outskirts of this city and I grabbed that opportunity and came here. I needed this job to stand on my own foot and be of fewer burdens to my family. I barely completed my high school when I embarked upon this journey.  Within the past few weeks I got familiar with the garment company job, and managed to find out a place to stay at night. But with this entire journey, hard work and wandering for a place to sleep I had developed some rashes on my crouch area. It developed as slight itching between the junction of my legs and my underwear, which later spread around my balls. Initially I bear with it. But later itching was unbearable and I developed rashes. So one fine Saturday, I went out to seek for a doctor nearby. I was not looking for hi-fi hospitals, or posh clinics which were present around every corner. I was looking for some cheap, or at least affordable consultation. It was after some walk that I came across a board on a compound wall saying “Dr. Madhu Krishanan, Dermatologist”. Though I was looking for a general physician, dermatologist also seamed fine. Especially I liked the look of the place. It is a small house which doubles as a consultation place. Should be cheap. Looked like the doctor is an old time settler in this city. He managed to get a small house even though it now needs some renovation. Doesn’t look like this doctor is the busiest one in the city. Looked mostly deserted and shabby. Just the right one for me. Though small house, there was two entrance. The board on one entrance made it clear which side is for the consultation. I rang the bell. After a little bit of waiting a window near the door opened up and a lady in the middle of her age showed up. I could barely see her face through the grills. I told her that I came to see the doctor. She replied “Yes, I am Dr. Madhu Krishanan”. I was bewildered. When I read the board outside, I thought it is a male doctor. I never expected it to be a female doctor. Now how will I tell her my problem! I wondered. While I stood there, she closed the window again, heard some latches fastening, and another opening by the door side. Soon the door opened up and there stood in front of me a voluptuous lady in her 40’s or so. You might think I might be crazy that I am calling a lady in her 40’s as voluptuous. But she was truly voluptuous. She was in sari which revealed parts of her naked hips and upper boobs. Certainly she don’t have the figure of a young girl. In fact she is bit heavy, but heavy at the right points. She is heavy chest and had extra wide hips. Now what would you call such a lady other than gorgeous or voluptuous. She smiled at me and asked me to come inside. After I entered she closed the door and switched on the lights. I saw a nice furnished consultation room, with fully equipped doctor’s table, an examination bed, a screen and a side door which probably should be a toilet cum wash room.  She sat on the doctor’s seat. Her big buttocks barely managed to fit in her rotating chair. She asked me what my problem is. Now here comes my problem. How will I tell her my problem? How will I tell her that I have rashes in my private parts and she has to give me a solution for it. I hesitated before her. I think she felt my hesitation. Because she moved closer to me in her wheel chair. Heaving her heavy boobs in the process. Almost putting its entire weight on the table in front of her. Then she told me that before a doctor you need not hide anything. Being a dermatologist I treat all skin problems including fungal infections, burns, inflammation, allergies, sexual related skin problems, dry skin, etc. You just have to confide into me as a doctor and tell your problem. Her motivation eased me up. More than that, her close proximity made me feel bit aroused. As she was resting her boobs on the table, the fleshiness of her boobs felt even more evident. Her boobs got lifted a bit so that her upper boobs showed up over her blouse. I gulped at the view as I searched for my words. Well I decided to tell her that I have rashes and just needed ointment for that. Nothing more on it. I told her exactly as I planned. But she didn’t let me go with that. She asked me questions which I felt irrelevant for my condition. First she asked me my name, then age, native place, where I am working, where I am put up, married or unmarried etc. I felt it strange that she even asked if I am married or not, considering its irrelevance and considering I am bit young for that. After all those unrelated questions, she finally asked some relevant questions. She asked me how long I was having these rashes. She asked me if it was developed along with itching or after started having itches. She asked me if I am wearing same undergarments for prolonged time or if I am using wet garments at some time. I answered all these questions properly. I felt happy at myself for having successfully finished answering the questionnaires from her. But she was not done yet. She asked me something which I felt should not have been asked in the first place. She asked me to show me the rashes. It was such a simple request that we could expect from any qualified doctor. But I felt it misplaced at that moment. How can I show her my rashes and along with it my balls and my private area. I felt that is impossible. And add to it, I have a little secret that I am ashamed to share with. It is that I came without wearing my underwear. Yes that is true. I came without wearing an underwear. It is not that I did it purposefully. It is just that I only had two underwear. And after the heavy work on the weekdays I use my only off day to wash it and dry it. When I embarked upon finding a doctor, I only expected to get an ointment prescribed. I never expect a request to see the rashes or even expected this much questions. As I sat there bewildered, doctor looked at me for compliance. I thought it is time for me to say some truth, or at least part of truth. I told her that I am having rashes in my lower buttocks near the junction of my legs. Though the major part of the rashes is in the front between the joints of the legs and balls, a small extension is there which goes behind to my buttocks. So I felt comfortable that I am not lying. After what I said, I expected doctor to say, fine then no need to show. Instead doctor said, no issues, you can lower your pants and show. You have to show so that I can make an accurate assessment to prescribe your medicine. That left me with few choices. I decided to make one last try and told the doctor like a confession that I came without wearing my undergarment, because all of my underwear is put out for drying. I thought I saw a shine in the doctor’s eye. But she hid it well and pacified me by saying that you don’t have to worry about it. We are professionals and we do our job under all situations. Finding that I don’t have any other options left, I half heartily rose up from my chair. I turned away from her. Then I undid the button at the top and moved down the zipper. I felt glad that I am not facing her face at that moment. After the zipper I tugged down my pants slowly to expose my bare buttocks to her. In the process my crouch also became open in the front. I had my hand ready to cover that one essential thing. My erect dick. I covered it with my one hand, often finding it difficult to cover the head or bottom due to the size of my thing. My only relief at the moment is that the doctor is seeing only my back and not the front. When I looked back at the doctor, I can see that the doctor is intensively looking at my buttocks, while her hand was searching for something inside her table. As I looked on, she brought out a pair of white rubber sheets. At first I didn’t understood what it is. Only when doctor started putting it on her hands that I understood that it is a glove. I immediately understood that the doctor is planning to inspect me with her hands. She appeared professional in that she is using a glove for the purpose. But the whole inspection was agonizing and dick raising for me at the same time. I could hear her pulling her chair closer, giving the table a rest from the weight of her heaving boobs. As I waited with bated breath, she finally touched me. It was a gentle touch on my ass cheeks, spreading it out so that she can get a closer look at the rash. Her fingers where touching and moving around my ass crack, arse, giving me an instant hard on in the other side. I desperately tried to hide my hard pushing cock from popping out. I could feel that my pants slid even further down all by itself. But I was helpless as my hands where occupied with restraining my cock. But I halted it from moving further down my ankle by widening up my legs. The causality of that decision is my balls became more visible for the doctor from behind. But I was left without a choice. I could feel her rubbing on my buttocks cheek where rashes was found. I felt it had direct connection with my cock, because I felt each of her rub actually titillating my dick. I doubted if she would have recognized that my hands are not just hiding my private part, but restraining my cock from jumping out. Restraining it from showing its animal instinct. I hope she don’t realize it. After few close inspections she got back to her seat and told me that I can pull up my pants. I felt relieved. I buttoned my pants and sat on my chair. She informed me that my rashes was rather normal ones but got aggravated by neglect. And so now it needs immediate attention. I will be able to give you an ointment which you should use for a week. But before that the first coat of fungus on the rashes needs to be cleaned up thoroughly with another ointment and that should be done here in a sterile environment. I didn’t quiet understood what doctor told to me. But when she rose and moved to the examination bed, I understood what is going to come. She asked me to lie down on the bed. I wished for a second that I hadn’t dropped in by this doctor. I sat on the bed. She asked me to lie on my chest and then pull down my pants to the knee. I did as she asked, but pulled down my pants only till my buttocks ends. At least I was happy that I don’t have to lie down the other way around, with my cock pointing upward. Currently my cock was laid to rest between my abdomen and bed in the upward direction, so that it is not visible to doctor. She brought in a tray containing some cotton, a bottle and some ointments. She asked me to spread out my legs. Hesitatingly I complied even while knowing that if I do that, my under balls would be visible to her. She dipped the cotton in the bottle and then applied on my ass cheeks. I could feel the spirit evaporating on me. I could feel the coolness.  I could feel her finger, her nail, scratching on my ass cheeks through the rubber gloves. I felt aroused again. Thank god, I was not facing the doctor. Then only I realized that in that tilted way in which I placed my head, I could see her voluptuous hips through the side of her sari. Earlier I had noticed that she had huge assets in her butt and boobs. Now only I realized that her navel too is an asset in itself. She has surprisingly compact hips and a really deep navel in her. For a moment I was completely mesmerized by that sight. I was fully absorbed by her beauty until I felt her hands touching my balls. My senses came back to reality. I felt the alarm bells ringing in me. I felt my heart beating faster. I felt like she is charging my cock. I felt my hard cock getting even further harder. I felt this is not fair. She had rubbed all around my butt side with spirit and then had put on some ointment. Now she had moved on to the balls where the rashes are even more. She is rubbing and patting my balls slightly and applying the ointment in the process. I felt that is the worst she can do to me in this situation. But I was wrong. Once she finished that she asked me to turn around. I was alarmed. What will I do to hide my tool. Won’t she get angry if she sees a hard on when she is doing a doctors job on me. I got afraid. I wished if I got some clothe to cover my hard on. As I turned towards the doctor, to ask for some sheet of clothe, she spoke to me first. She told me that I can cover myself up with my hands if I wanted. I was left without words. What will I ask now? Words didn’t come out of my mouth to ask for a cloth. I wondered what she meant by her last words. That is to cover only if I wanted. Does she mean that she don’t care if I cover or not? Or does she mean that when she is doing her profession, she is too absorbed in it to watch the surroundings?? I don’t know. But I decided to turn around while hiding my hard cock with my hands. I closed my eyes and did just that. I didn’t open my eyes until I felt her hands touching the side of my balls. When I opened my eyes I could see that the doctor is as intensively working on my balls as she was doing earlier. My hands are kept over my cock. She doesn’t seem to be bothered about the cock or my hand. But I was bothered. She was leaning down close to my pelvis and carefully doing her job. In that pose her heaving boobs seemed to be even more incredible.  It was just a feet away from my body. Wished it was squeezed on to my body for a second. Her hands have moved to the joining area of my leg and body. While she worked in that area, it was impossible for me to hide my cock with both my hands. So I had taken one hand off to give her more access to my joints. But that was a bad decision from me. I struggled to hide my cock with one hand.  When I covered the head completely, the bottom part of my shaft remained visible outside my hand. I could do little to cover that. But the doctor didn’t seem to be bothered of the situation. Doctor had already finished the joint areas and is now attending the upper part of the balls and close to the bottom end of my shaft. In fact she started holding down the lower end of my shaft with her left hand so that she has better access to all the sides of the ball. So my cock lay there pinned down to my abdomen. Her holding my shaft, even though just at the bottom was too much for me to bear. But I lay there unable to do anything. Her fingers on my shaft felt soft and hot through the rubber gloves. As she was rubbing on the balls with her right hand, her left hand also moved a bit in each stroke. Slowly inch by inch, she had majority of the shaft under her fingers. My hand became restricted to my shaft head and the immediate neighborhood alone. Rest of the shaft is cupped by her fingers. I tried to concentrate on other things to keep myself in control. I started to appreciate that she was doing an excellent job. She had certainly cleaned my whole pubic area with spirit making it even good for a fellatio. After that she had applied ointment and massaged me thoroughly so that the ointment is well absorbed. Certainly her gloved hand won’t be as effective as her naked hand. But still it did wonders on me. It also gave an extra stir to my cock which was sensuous to me. Her glove rubbing felt incredible. Though I was trying to take my mind away from the erotic feelings, it was again coming back to the same point. And her hot hands over my hot shaft did no good to the cause. As I lay there with bated breath, she suddenly declared that, she was done with the balls. I felt relieved for a second. But it was momentary only. Because her next words and action didn’t give me time to react. She told that now she is moving over to the upper region. Saying this she grabbed my shaft with her hand for the first time. Till then she was just resting her hands on my shaft pinning it to my stomach. But now she is actually grabbing it with her gloved hands. She grabbed it in the middle and pulled it up, and there the head of my shaft popped out of the hideout under my hand. For the first time my shaft stood there vertical  in its full glory and magnitude, hidden only by the hands that was holding it. My shaft was pulsating inside her hands. All this happened in the matter of a second that I didn’t have a chance to react. The doctor’s hand slowly moved from the middle to top, holding the head in the end. She had cupped the whole of my cock head inside her palm. Looks like she had decided to hold on to the head firmly and apply ointment to the rest of the shaft. But there was one difference. This time she was applying a gel like substance which she took from another cup. She took a few fingers full of the transparent gel like ointment in her hand and started applying on my shaft. This time strangely there was no applying of spirit and cleaning before the process. While she held the cock head with her left hand, she applied the gel with her right hand from top to bottom. Once she was done spreading the gel all over the shaft, she started rubbing on the shaft from top to bottom. I felt all the hell loosing up inside me. She was applying varying pressure with her left hand on my cock head, while the right hand massaged over the well lubricated shaft with gel. My cock was sparkling shining under the coat of gel applied on it. Just as if it was coated with a thick layer of oil. The gloved hand was formidably smoother and sensual as it glided over my well gelled cock. Even though it was only her right hand which moved along the shaft, her left hand also reverberated with it. Consequently my cock head also got applied with a shining coat of gel which increased the sensations in me. As the doctor gave lot of attention to my cock, I started wondering if I am in for a treatment or a hand job.  She has increased her speed with time. But I felt no pain at all as in fact her glove was too smothering. I could feel the cum building inside me. I was in the ninth floor of pleasure. I held on to the bed with both my hands leaving my entire shaft at the Doctor’s possession. I remembered the churning of milk from the epic stories. Where big rock was used for grinding to bring out milk of eternity from the sea. I felt to be in the same situation. Where my rock hard cock is grinned with her fingers to bring out the milk in me. I started groaning in pleasure. For the first time it seemed to me that the Doctor started taking note of my struggles. But that didn’t stop her from what she was doing. She continued with renewed vigor and looked at me straight at my eyes as if to see what I have got to tell. I wanted to say stop, but words where not coming out of my mouth due to pure pleasure from the act. I didn’t want to cum in front of her, but I was helpless. Her eyes felt to me like saying, I can go ahead and cum as much as I wanted. That I don’t have to hold back myself at all. Anyway I was not in control of myself. Cum was building up in me and there is no point of return. Then suddenly it happened. I closed my eyes and arched upwards and then I cummed. I cummed like there is no end. It took much time for my cock to stop cumming. As I opened my eyes I could see that the doctor is still holding on to my cock. As my cock pulsated and ejaculated, doctor was still holding on to the head with her thumb rubbing on to the nose of my head with every ejaculation. She was holding the cock in a tilted position so that all the cum fell on to the floor on the side and only a very few spilled on my belly. Even after my ejaculations had stopped, she continued giving the rubbing with her thumb. I could see that she had a smile on her face now. To my surprise her constant rubbing on the nose of my head gave me another erection soon enough. My thing again grew in size inside her hand. Once my thing attained its original size she started stroking my thing in its full length. This time not even sparing my cock head. Her fingers ringed my cock and moved across from the head of my cock to the under grove and even further down on to the stem of the cock. Though she started slowly, she gained speed and became vigorous. Soon cum started building up in me for another round of ejaculation. And I did exactly that. I ejaculated again, this time too on to the ground. Once again I took time to calm down after my ejaculations. She finally released my limb cock from her hands and cleaned it up with cotton roll. She told me that I have a very healthy functional body. She then declared that I am clean both inside and outside. She suggested me to do this regularly preferably with her help. She told me that I should use another ointment that she will be giving for one week and then return to her for a review. Once I come for the review, she would be performing some more tests on me. She said she will continue the tests until I come out of it in flying colours. I didn’t understood all of what she told. Only thing I understood is that I will have to come back after a week and she will review me. I pulled up my pants and buttoned and got down from the bed. As I walked out of the doctor’s house, I tried to figure out if what she did on me is a treatment or something more than that. Probably I will find an answer to it only in my next visit. Hope you all have liked this story. If you had any such experience, do share with me. For any comments and feedback, write to me at [email protected]. Women who wanted to video chat with me can mail at this id.