A Real Family

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 p***s. 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 c**k. 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 p***s 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 s****l 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 s*x, 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 s*x, 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 ow for emphasis, although Peter was very skilled. At the end of his first, and only, relationship some three years ago, Russell decided he didn’t want to see the same doctor at the same clinic as his ex. That doctor had been a touch gay-unfriendly anyway. He went online and did a search for gay doctors who were taking new patients. He found Peter and booked an appointment. He wondered, at their first meeting, if he would be capable of not flirting endlessly with the guy. Peter was tall. Russell measured at six feet and when he stood on the scale for his height and weight, he was eye to gorgeous blue eye with his new doctor. That would put him at almost six two. They were about the same age and the few times he saw him without his lab coat, he knew Peter was solid with muscle. He was tempted to go for his annual physical fifty-two times a year. He figured, somewhere in his subconscious mind, someone like Peter would have a partner securely locked in his bedroom. He sighed, shook hands with the doctor, and reluctantly departed in good health, pending the blood test results. On the bright side, Peter did not discuss results over the phone, so another appointment was coming. He pondered bringing flowers. Before he left, he went to the receptionist. Bernice Jones was an older woman with greying hair and an enormous bosom. He wondered how she ever stood straight, carrying those babies around all the time. “Bernice, the doctor is making me pee in a bottle. I don’t suppose you have one that’s large enough to hold a bit more than a drop and wide enough so I don’t get my fingers wet?” She laughed and put the specimen jar on the counter. “Last time you were here you bragged that you could pee an arc higher than your head. I thought you wanted a challenge. If this isn’t big enough, I can get a bucket from the cleaner’s closet.” She smiled. “You sure bring cheer to the office when you’re here, darling. I’m always glad to see you.” Russell smiled. “You’re good people. This is the friendliest place I’d ever want to be if I was sick. Pity doc Peter’s got himself a partner, though. I kind of like the guy. And—” He glanced around discreetly and lowered his voice. “He’s had his way with me in more ways than I ever knew was possible.” Bernice looked at him solemnly for a moment before she burst into raucous laughter. Others in the waiting room looked over, puzzled. She eventually managed to compose herself. “Oh sweetheart, our Dr. Wilson only has his work for a ‘partner.’ He worked hard to build his practice and he never took the time to socialize. Not that I approve, mind you. He needs a good person in his life to balance it out.” She winked at Russell. “Probably someone like you.” Russell took the vial, peed, and left the goods in the cabinet, as the instruction sheet directed, even though he skipped the first few steps. He had no intention of wiping his sensitive part with an alcohol swab, and he only fully retracted in the most intimate of occasions, and then only with the right date. He waved at Bernice on his way out. He noticed the waiting room was filled with an assortment of guys. Hunky bears, skinny twinks, gorgeous model-types, and wondered if someone like him, who was none of the above, would ever appeal to someone as beautiful as Peter.