I’m an urologist. I know many people have raised
eyebrows over my chosen occupation but what to do. It
is what was suggested to me by my senior and it is the
specialization that was available at my enrollment.
Anyway to get back to the story, I am a urologist and
it’s my job officially to handle other men’s cocks.
Since I am about 50 years old I can safely say that I
have come across hundreds of thousands of cocks or
different shapes, sizes, colors, ethnicities, textures
and smells. But I am so passionate about my profession
that it still makes me skip a heartbeat, each time I
see a new one. Now don’t get me wrong. I am perfectly
happy husband, married to a wonderful foxy woman for
the last 15 years.
It’s just great that my wife is an urologist too. Now
don’t say, you haven’t heard of a man gynecologist,
have you? So if a male can check up women’s cunts;
what’s the harm in a female checking men’s cocks? You
be the judge!
I mean there have been a few odd incidents and events
because she is a urologist but then I had my share of
weird and strange stuff as well. I remember fully well
when my father fixed an appointment with her to get his
cock checked. Ha ha! That was like, oh my god! But
Annie – my wife – handled it very professionally (as
she narrated the story to me later).
She just continued being professional and asked him to
undress and lie down. Then she checked him up –
squeezing and weighing his old balls, and checking for
any untoward growth under his smelly foreskin. Oh damn,
as she was narrating this incident, my cock was rock
hard but then well she was talking about my father,
whom I had a crush on when I was younger and when I
thought I was gay.
“So how big was my father’s wiener?”
“Actually it was bigger than yours,” Annie teased me.
“And fatter. I would say much fatter.”
“Now how would you know how fat, when it was soft?”
“Who said anything about it being soft,” she winked at
me, fuelling my horniness.
Anyway, she didn’t tell me anything else. And curious
as I was I didn’t prod her further, afraid to irritate
her unnecessarily.
This was in early years of our marriage. And soon after
this incident we decided to start our own clinic. Soon
we were famous in the whole region and many of our
“customers” were perverts who just booked time with us
for some cheap thrills of getting a hot sexy female
urologist to feel their cocks in her soft hands.
Enough background – now it’s time for a confession.
I fell in love with my wife, married her, maintained
the relationship only for one reason – I have a
perverted fantasy watching her handle other men’s
cocks. I just love as she cradles the wrinkled balls of
a patient in one hand and holds the floppy cock in her
other hand. Oh the joy of knowing she has touched so
many cocks in a day is enough to keep me hard for her
soft, moist hairy cunt.
The idea of the common clinic was mine of course. The
design was supervised by me personally and it was my
idea of having a secret partition between her and my
observation rooms. At the touch of a button, the glass
partition became a one way mirrored window to my wife’s
consultation room.
Many a times I have sat in my room without a patient so
that the receptionist would send more patients to my
wife’s room and I had the pleasure of watching her
touch them. And I can feel that she loves the idea of
touching other men’s cocks (she wouldn’t be a urologist
otherwise, right?).
The first time I came in my pants without even touching
my cock was when Roger, my brother’s mate, came in for
a check. We all know that Roger is gay and he is one of
those effeminate pansies who gesticulate a lot and
shake their necks and gyrate their pelvises more than
required. He also wears very tight white pants. He is
not on my A-list when it comes to watching my wife play
with his cock but then it had been a dull afternoon and
he had requested for my wife as a consultant. Who
wanted to touch his faggot cock anyway!
So as I looked through my one-way mirror I heard him
chat with my wife as she did the formalities of asking
questions and all. Then she got up and asked him to
undress. My one way mirror is actually just where her
observation bed is so if she draws the curtain, I just
can’t see her chatting with them from her desk but I
can always see them very well in the observation side
of the room.
He quickly pulled his white tight pants around his
thighs and pushed a floral thong down just so that only
his pubic hair was visible, his cock was hidden still.
Once my wife entered, she asked him to pull his
underwear down and my, what a sight his cock was. I was
suddenly envious of Roger – the faggot. His cock was
easily eight inches, soft.
It was lying on his slim, shaved thigh like it didn’t
belong there. The pale, creamy white fat cock looked so
heavy when my wife lifted it up in her gloved hand.
Then she bent down, her face just inches away from his
fat, white cock’s puckered head. She slowly pulled his
foreskin back to check his glans. And right there was a
sore spot. Probably mild fungal infection which can
seem a gigantic problem to someone who is not in the
know.
To me it looked like it was already in the final stages
of healing even though it was bright red and slightly
oozy. My wife was telling him exactly what I thought
was his condition, when I saw that his cock had somehow
thickened and enlarged in my wife’s hands. It was like
the cock had a head of its own as it snaked its head to
a raging hard-on in seconds.
“I am, am, sorry. I was so scared I haven’t touched my
penis for two weeks.”
“It’s okay, my dear. It is natural but if you don’t
mind me asking, I thought you were gay.”
“Well, I am Annie but… but… umm… I have a latex
fetish and your latex covered hand is sending signals
to my head that defy my homosexuality. I am sorry.”
Anyway, by then my wife looked a bit flushed. We hadn’t
had sex for three days and it was showing on her face.
But she was very calm when she pinched the root of
Roger’s faggot but gigantic cock with one latex covered
hand and rubbed her latex-clad fingers along the length
(and that was a long road!) of his cock. She squeezed a
lot of KY jelly over his pulsating cock head under the
hood and started spreading it around. She then started
giving him a terrific hand job.
Although he said he had not cum for two weeks, Roger
surprisingly held for a long time and over clenched
eyes, his hand kept darting to my wife’s ass. Then
without warning, his massive cock erupted like a
sleeping volcano erupts hot lava. The thick creamy and
ropey cum flew about a few feet in the air and landed
everywhere. One thick strand landed on my wife’s head,
one on her cheeks. And one hung precariously from her
glasses rim. Once he was done, he quickly packed his
massive man meat and left, embarrassment all over his
face. I too quickly went to the toilet to clean up lest
the cum puddle in my underwear made a wet spot on my
light trousers.
Of course my wife never mentioned a thing to me.
And of course, I continued watching her touch cock
after cock. Sometimes, when the patient was old, she
would not even use the latex gloves and just touch
their sexual equipment with her bare hands. Once I
remember I was with this really old black man – who
claimed that he couldn’t orgasm.
Okay, as an urologist I can treat many things but
inducing orgasm was a bit beyond me. But then as I sat
down between his massive hairy black legs and inspected
that horrendous (or beautiful?) black cock, my own
groin started itching for some contact and I asked the
old man if he was okay for me to call a “colleague” for
his check up. He shrugged and I buzzed the intercom,
“Could you come over to my side for a few minutes
consultation?”
As I made the old black man comfortable in the
observation bed, we heard footsteps and my wife, pulled
the curtains. Seeing her, the old black man sighed and
slumped back on the observation bed. My wife mumbled a
“hullo” to the patient and bent down to check out his
senior cock.
The cock twitched absentmindedly and moved closer to my
wife’s mouth – or so I imagined. The black cock started
filling up and became obscenely fat – or so I imagined.
“Could you pass me some gauze,” my wife startled me,
“there seems to be some transparent discharge.” I
looked again, what fucking discharge, it was only the
black man’s precum and he had said he can’t orgasm.
Fuck.
My wife held the base of the black man’s mean black
ugly cock in her bare hands and wiped its precum
spouting head. “Ow!” my wife exclaimed, sniffing
around, “There’s some smell too.”
The old man smiled, baring his old teeth and muttered,
“Excuse me honey, but I haven’t showered in the last
few days.”
“It’s okay, my dear,” my wife winked. “Don’t we all
skip a day or two.” And they laughed. Black man’s cock
jerked in my wife’s hands with some movement and some
more “discharge” seeped out and my wife promptly wiped
it clean.
“Okay, let’s check inside,” my wife peeled the old
man’s funky foreskin and pulled it down with some
difficulty as now the old man’s purple black cock was
full mast. It was gigantic at its full length of 12
inches and (don’t tell me I forgot to tell you that my
wife is very short – just barely 5feet).
My short wife had some difficulty keeping it away from
her face – I mean it was already very close to her
mouth so if she didn’t hold it away it would hit her in
the face. So as she pulled the foreskin down with one
hand and was shocked by what she saw. In her shock she
did what most women would do in her situation, she
covered her mouth with her hand but forgot two things
which shocked her even more.
1. She was covering her mouth with the same hand that
was holding the black massive cock just now.
2. As she covered her mouth, the cock escaped and
landed on face with a thud, spewing more thick black
precum everywhere.
Now what shocked her was a thick coating of smegma all
over the black man’s black cock’s purple glans. You see
most of the men who come to see a urologist clean up
their cock before coming for a visit to save any
embarrassment. But our old black friend over here had
no such qualms. He just said he hadn’t had a shower for
few days and that implied that he hadn’t washed his
cock as well. And therefore the thick smooth coating of
yellowing smegma covering his glans.
Of course my wife had never seen any cheese covered
hotdog before…so she was a bit off the hook. Still
she recovered fast and sheepishly removed the big mamba
cock from her shoulder (which is where eventually the
heavy cock landed and rested).
The old scumbag was lying there with a shit-eating grin
on his black bearded face. “That was awesome honey,” he
said, “No girl – leave alone a white hottie like you –
has as much as glanced at my old cock even though I
have flashed many time… and here you touched my poor
soldier with you bare hands – skin to skin… oh fuck
honey… that’s really gonna be a cherished memory for
me,” he said, adding slowly and deliberately, “and for
the first time in the last seven years since my old
pussy died, I can feel the build-up of an orgasm in my
balls.”
My wife looked at me – I can guarantee I saw lust in
her eyes as well as a pleading gesture asking me what
now? I smiled and turned to the old man, “You are in
good hands, Blakeford. You can here saying that you
can’t cum and now we will cure you of that problem.
Right Sweetie?” My wife smiled and kissed the black
man’s cock head, avoiding the thick smegma covering.
Then she shocked me and wavered the fat and long horse-
cock in front of my face mouthing the words, “if I can
do it, so can you.” Gingerly I moved forward and closed
my eyes to kiss my first black cock and got a rude
awakening when my wife pushed that scalding hot cock in
my mouth smearing the cheesy smegma on my lips and
tongue. And she kept it locked in my mouth with such
brutal force, helped by the black old man, that I had
no choice but lick it clean.
Then they released me and laughed a hearty laugh. To my
shock, my prude wife started sucking that stinking
black mamba like a small girl sucking a Popsicle (too
big for her mouth). She was oblivious of me and
completely given in that sucking act. She was so
engrossed in sucking our black old patient’s cock and I
was so engrossed in watching her sucking that we didn’t
notice one of our male nurses standing in the back door
rubbing his crotch.
My wife was in the throes of an automatic orgasm when
the daring male nurse creeped in behind us and in one
quick motion, plunged his equally big black uncut cock
in my wife quivering fanny still trembling from the
aftershocks of a massive orgasm. I was more shocked
than my wife I think because she just bent down some
more to give the black male nurse easy access to her
hairy cunt. Blakeford meanwhile, slapped my wife with
his softening but still fat and long cock till it was
rock hard and then, with a strength that bellied his 65
years of age, she pulled my wife away from the root of
my black male nurse’s cock.
In one quick moment my wife’s pulsating pussy was
twitching above Blakeford’s gigantic cock and in a
flash the massive black old cock disappeared from my
sight as my petite wife slid down on the black pole as
if she had done it 100 times. Soon she was jumping up
and down the black cock with all her might. And she was
all sweaty in the next 10 minutes when finally, like a
breeding bull, Blakeford pulled her back on his cock
from her waist and bucking like a wild stag, deposited
his black sperm in my wife’s hairy pussy.
He came for a full three minutes and then they lay
together like spent animals. But not for long as Troy,
the black male nurse, pulled her down and laying her on
the edge of my table, plunged his cock again in her
sopping hot steaming cunt, this time full of another
nigger’s cock cream. I just watched as Troy too planted
his seed in my wife’s cunt.
Later that evening, as we lay in bed after I had licked
her creampied musky pussy to three shattering orgasms,
she confessed that she had been having sex with
Blakeford, Troy, Darcy (our second black male nurse) –
both hired by her – and many other “patients” for many,
many years. And when I pretended to be angry she just
shrugged me away by saying, “Oh come on, I know all
about your one way mirror in your room. I knew about it
the day the carpenters fucked me raw on the still
unfinished table in your room so don’t pretend to be
angry.”
So we broke the separating wall between our rooms and
set up a joint table. Now we inspect every single
patient together and almost 80% of our clients are old
black men. And our only and highly successful marketing
strategy – word of mouth by satisfied clients.