Chapter 1

“Are you comfortable? Let me know if you want me to stop.” Russell thought the guy’s voice sounded a bit husky. He closed his eyes when he felt Peter’s warm hand cup his sack. Peter gently squeezed each testicle and then rolled them between his fingers. Those same fingers slowly moved up to explore the length of his penis. He sighed when they reached the top and slowly, agonizingly, retracted the sleeve of sensitive skin that covered the crown. His cheeks flushed with heat as he felt blood rushing into his cock. This man was good, very, very good. In the three years that he knew Peter, Russell always responded as if it was their first time.

“How about you roll on your side and pull your knees towards your chest. It will give me easier access.”

Was that lust he heard in Peter’s voice? A breathless admiration of the helpless lump of clay at his fingertips, like an artist, prepared to create a work of beauty? Russell assumed the position. He felt the cool gel as it made contact with the searing heat of his hole. He glanced over his shoulder and grinned at Peter.

“You’re not going to stick that big thing in me?” His voice hit a high note when he felt the welcome intrusion, right when he said ‘me’. He took a sharp intake of breath when his prostate was assaulted in the most exquisite manner possible. How can something so intrusive feel so good?he wondered. He almost sobbed when it ended as suddenly as it began. That “big thing” was just an index finger.

“Okay Russell, you can get dressed. In light of your family history, I’m going to schedule a colonoscopy. We’ll use this first one as the baseline, and reschedule every three to five years. Do you have any questions?”

Russell cleaned himself and dressed with as much dignity as he could, considering his penis still responded to the attention he’d received. He held Peter’s eyes as he tucked and shifted himself and then sat across from the doctor’s desk.

“Yes. When are we going to have dinner? Every time I get a check-up, I feel it should include dinner before and a cigarette after.” He was still blushing, both from his body’s response and that he was bold enough to say what he had. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “outside voice, wasn’t it?”

Peter laughed. “Yes, yes it was your outside voice. I take my practice very seriously, and try to treat all my patients with the utmost respect. I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to cross a line, despite how attractive I find you. And you’re witty, funny, and full of sexual innuendo.”

Russell grinned. “I read somewhere that innuendo was an Italian word for suppository. I have to say, your finger is much livelier than I imagine that other thing would be. The suppository, I mean. As for questions about the colonoscopy, don’t you shove some unappealing object into my butt after you teased me to distraction?”

“That would be unprofessional, Russell. I would never ‘shove some unappealing object’ into your rectum. It’ll be very dignified. The preparation will keep you practically chained to a toilet. You may become irritable when you have to go twenty-four hours without solid food. You’ll receive a sedative. Although you won’t sleep, you will say a lot of humiliating things, and make embarrassing jokes that’ll keep us all amused. We will fill your colon with gas so we can get a clear view, and later, when you are released, you will pass that gas loud enough to rival any foghorn ever made. And the beauty is you won’t remember a thing about any of it.

“I’d like to take some blood while you’re here. Have you had any unprotected sex, and if so, do you know enough about your partner or partners to be comfortable that they’re safe? I can add HIV to the list of tests.”

Russell rolled up his sleeve while his doctor went to get the syringe and vials. He grinned. “There are two partners, and you’ve met both I’m sure. We always have unprotected sex, but I know them well enough to feel confident that they are safe.”

Peter looked at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. He broke into laughter when Russell held up both hands and wiggled his fingers. “So, you aren’t dating? No boyfriend? I’m surprised, considering how good looking and fun you are.” He put an elastic strap around Russell’s bicep and tapped gently on his inner arm at the elbow. “You’re going to feel a little prick, but it will be over before you know it.”

“Sounds like you summed up my love life. Ow—that wasn’t a little prick, Peter. Maybe you could draw blood with a sharp needle next time, instead of a blunt instrument.” He glared at the grinning doctor and added one more owfor emphasis, although Peter was very skilled.