As I attempted to discuss masturbation with Jace, his answers kept changing. He was clearly not comfortable with the conversation and trying to give the answers he thought I wanted. That led me to think he was probably sexually inexperienced, certainly not comfortable discussing sex with another man. At the same time he displayed vulnerability, not bravado or resentment around my prying. My own balls were beginning to tingle with hope. I didn’t have any of my special patients scheduled that day, and I try to take my own advice regarding regular orgasms.

Not surprisingly, my physical poking and prodding had an immediate result, and his cock was soon hard and leaking. I pointed it out, and he apologetically tried to say he didn’t know why. We both knew exactly why, and his innocent fibbing just made me want to take him even more. If I had my way, he wouldn’t have trouble talking about sex when he left my office, in fact, he might just be willing to beg for it.

I started openly jacking him, though not enough to make him cum. I told my own white lie and said that his prostate felt swollen, and he needed a further exam. With him on his knees on the table, I slowly sunk my finger into what I was certain was a tight virgin hole. The significance of that almost makes me dizzy. Soon, I added a second finger, completely unnecessary for a prostate exam, but essential if I was going to get him opened up enough for my rather large cock. He moaned in discomfort, making me leak into my briefs. This was going to be so good!

He reached out to touch me. A boy like Jace, at full arousal, being seduced by an older dominant man, almost can’t help but become “bi-curious,” as they say. Of course, that was just the sign I was waiting for. When I got him up off the table and kissed him, without resistance, the deal was sealed. With him back on the table, face down, I presented him with his first cock, and he obediently took it into his mouth. Not a great blowjob, but knowing I was his first more than made up for it.

I had a cherry to take, though, and I was more than ready. I had him stand up and lean over the exam table. I looked down at his tight, soon to be open hole and placed my fat head against it, pushing slowly. I told him to look back at me. I want to be looking into a boy’s eyes when I take him. I want him right there with me, focussed on what is happening to him, and exactly who is doing it. Of course, there is nothing like the expression of vulnerability on the face of a boy giving up his ass to be fucked for the first time. Actually, he took me fairly easy for being the first time.

I started fucking him, but soon I was leaning back letting him eagerly ride me. Obviously, Jace was a gay boy just waiting for a man to turn him out. He was riding me like a cowboy on a barroom bull. It was close to heaven, but I could only last so long. I stood him back up and started to pound him. Maybe a bit too hard but I couldn’t help myself. Then my own daily orgasm hit. I filled him up and stepped back to watch my cum drip out of his loose newly christened fuck hole and just hoped I would have another chance at it soon.