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Subject: Chapter 3 Dad’s Swollen Prostate Please support by donating to this site. This story is 100% fiction. Thanks so much to all the guys who have reached out about the story I love hearing comments or sharing experiences. Please e-mail me at BJohnC9@ This chapter is a little more disjointed, but I welcome comments. My story “Summer Camp Doctor” helps the reader understand the origin of fantasies such as this one. This is more extreme behaviour of similar feelings to my childhood. I must have really needed the sleep! I slept as deeply as I remember ever sleeping. Timmy and I had laid down about 7 o’clock, before dinner, but I did not wake up again until the next morning. I think because of all the intense therapy, my prostate and penis were awakening a bit. That night I had erotic dreams like I have not had since I was going through puberty. I dreamed that I fucked my wife all night long. I dreamed I fucked her pussy deep and hard for hours in every imaginable position. I got nasty with her in my dreams. My short thick cock pounding into her pussy over and over and over. In my dreams, I shot load after load deep into her pussy. I’m embarrassed to admit, but in my dream, I forced her to do things that a nice lady would not like to do. I spread her legs wide and told her she was a nasty come slut. I fucked her pussy from behind, from the side, I shoved a few fingers up her pussy with my thick cock, trying to stretch her pussy as much as I could and shoot my hot loads of cum as deep inside her as I could. Too bad it had been years since I had been able to have an erection with my wife. She never liked my short stubby dick anyway- Fuck that bitch. I woke up, even after I slept for 10 hours, I felt a little spent. Timmy must’ve wandered back to his room during the night. I hoped he had gone back to his bed before I had had my wet dreams. I got up, slipped on some sweat shorts headed towards the kitchen. As I walked past the hallway bathroom, the door was open and I saw Timmy sitting on the toilet. Wanting to give the boy a bit of privacy I kept walking, made some coffee & checked my phone. Walking back towards my room, Timmy was still sitting on the toilet. “What’s going on buddy?” He looked up at me and looked like he had been crying. “My bottom hurts worse than it’s ever hurt before, Daddy”, he whimpered. “Gosh darn it!” I thought. I thought if anything, this morning it would feel a little better. I walked over to him and squatted down in front of the toilet. He was naked. I glanced down between his legs at his small penis. It was scarlet red and pretty scraped up. “Gosh buddy”, I said, “sorry I didn’t realize your peepee was in such bad shape”. “It’s OK”, he said “it’s my bottom that really hurts”. I moved in a little closer. “Did you poop buddy?” “No daddy, but it almost feels like I’m pooping all the time” he sniffled. I grabbed the extra calamine lotion that we kept in the bathroom and poured a little on my hands to give him his morning check. With my left hand I began gently rubbing the lotion onto his irritated penis. With my right hand I reached down between his legs to touch his rear end. “What the heck?!?!” Timmy’s anus was practically inside out! It was prolapsed a couple of inches and the swelling was tight and extreme. I had expected to find his anus in a little better shape this morning istanbul travesti after our good work together yesterday afternoon. But I was very much mistaken. “What happened Buddy?” “I don’t know, Daddy” he sniffled. “I had weird dreams all night that made my bottom hurt and hurt and hurt. And now it hurts so bad” He put his arms around my neck and leaned his little face agains my shoulder as I gently slid my thick fingers into his tender swollen hole. It was lumpy, irregular, and swollen. My poor little guy. I gently rubbed calamine in and out and around for about 10 minutes. his breathing relaxed and I felt some of the tension release. His hole was open, so my three fingers slipped in and out easily. His velvety little chute comforted by his Daddy’s loving fingers. I put my other arm around him and hugged him to me. I gently and slowly kissed him as I gently tried to soothe the little guy’s pain. His breathing deepened and slowed. I think he was beginning to drift off. I wanted him to rest. After his crazy dreams, He must have welcomed his Daddy’s loving touch. His Pediatrician, Dr. Thicke had told me to always slow down and make time for the care my special boy needed. As I pushed my three fingers deeper, I whispered softly into his ear. “I sure love you little Buddy. I sure am proud of you. Try to relax your hole so I can help you feel better” He obliged, and I felt his open hole relax even more. Falling open and welcoming a fourth finger with no resistance whatsoever. “My Good Good Boy”I whispered as he looked up and stared deep into my eyes. Our faces were 6 inches apart as we looked into each others eyes. His small penis was completely erect. I felt terrible that the tube had scraped it up so bad. “Rub a little calamine on your pecker Buddy, while I finish up here” He did as I instructed and began slowly touching himself the way the Doctor had shown us. It waas very similar to the way an adult man masturbates his own thick hard adult penis, but of course different for boys who could not ejaculate. We continued gently and quietly for a few minutes, the I gently withdrew my fingers from his soft, open hole. “My sweet good boy”, I thought to myself He stood up and I had him bend over. I sat on the edge of the tub to get a close look.? This little boy”s asshole looked like my wife’s pussy after she had given birth. It was stretched and bruised and lumpy. Dark purple and even some brown bruises around his hole. His prostate felt pretty good (finally some good news!) but the anus itself was wrecked. “Dang it! Dang it! Dang it!” I thought. “One step up & two steps back”. “OK buddy, let’s get you dressed and get some breakfast”. We had a good breakfast, both hungry from our skipped meal the evening before. I gave him some Advil, The Advil seemed to help with his pain and I figured I may as well drop him at the pediatrician on my way to see my new therapist Todd. After breakfast, we got dressed and piled into my car. My appointment with Todd was at 10 AM, so I figured I could just drop Timmy off at Dr. Thicke’s. Dr. Thicke was a real dedicated professional. He was about 50 years old and handsome. He had thick dark curly hair on his head, and basically the same hair covering his entire body. He was one of those men who probably started shaving his face around age 5. Lol He was a scout leader kadıköy travesti also, and we had spent lots of time together on camp outs. He was not shy, and I had often noticed his very hairy body when he was skinny-dipping, showering, etc. I would never embarrass him, or call attention to anything, but it was so funny the way he shaved all his pubic hair, testicles, and a circle around his anus and nipples. This man that looked like a gorilla naked, but because of the shaving, his thick cock and chubby balls really stood out. I think it had to do with some of the therapies he used for his own prostate health, but I never asked him. I did ask him why he never married. He told me that he really had dedicated his life to caring for boys such as mine. He said that he found that the younger he could start therapy with his patients, the happier and healthier they remained their entire lives. Dr. Thicke could’ve had any Lady he wanted- so handsome with a megawatt smile. He was about 6 feet tall and athletic. Much like my therapist Todd, Dr. Thicke was proud of himself for his good physique. He worked hard to maintain his own prostate health, and kindly and openly discussed it with his patients and their dads. He was even working with some of the Scouts to develop a new part of the Health merit badge centered on men’s personal health. What a great guy! I felt so lucky to have developed this community with the boys pediatrician, our church youth directors, their scout leader, and now my new therapist Todd. None of these men were reinventing the wheel. They just treated men’s genital and prostate care the way it needed to be treated. Openly and honestly with plenty of support. Nobody ever made me feel embarrassed to be discussing these intimate problems.I knew I could trust Dr. Thicke to care for Timmy. The Pediatrician’s office was not fancy. It was not in a very good part of town and it was in an old strip center with a couple of vacancies. I parked and Timmy and I walked in the front door. Since it was a Saturday, I knew his receptionist would not be there. But there was no sign of anyone. We sat in the waiting room and Timmy began to flip through A boy`s life. “I feel like crap, Dad” he complained. “I know, Buddy, I know” I said, and pulled him onto my lap. I hugged him tight and gently kissed him on the top of his head. “Dr. Thicke will take care of you Buddy” I said. After 10 minutes or so, I decided to wander back to the Doctor”s examination room to see if he was about ready to see us. I walked down the darkened hallway and softly knocked on the door. I could hear commotion inside, but no answer. I quietly turned the door knob to peek inside. “What the heck?!” I opened the door and saw Dr. Thicke completely naked and sort of squatting down on some sort of a strange chair. He seemed to be smelling something in his hand. His eyes were closed and his head tilted back just a bit. He was inhaling deeply through his nose from a small brown bottle. I looked over his thick furry body and down to his penis. His erection was rock hard and he seemed to be flexing his cock. Because of the shaving, his cock and balls were out for proud display. The shaft was slick and shiney, the skin pulled tight from his extreme erection. His nuts were pulled up so tight, he looked like he’d been castrated. He inhaled bakırköy travesti deeply a few times, then put the little brown bottle down next to him and began to slowly move up and down on the strange chair contraption. I looked a little closer and realized that he must be doing some prostate work. What appeared to be a thick cylindrical object was sliding in and out of his rectum as he squatted and stood on the contraption. The object looked to be about the thickness of a tennis call can! “Wow” I thought to myself, “Dr. Thicke is really doing some impressive prostate health work!”. He began to pinch his nipples and his head tilted back. He grunted as he sat on the big thick device. His grunting continued, and a string of drool feel from his lips. He pinched his nipples and began bouncing on the huge object. I was fascinated. I wondered if this chair could help me too. His rock hard penis began to spasm in earnest. He arched his back to impale himself as deeply as he could and I saw a thick long rope of semen ejaculate from his flexed penis. I had never seen anything like it! It wasn’t a squirt, it was thick stream like urination, but thicker, and it kept coming! He moaned and grunted, almost in pain as his cock continued topush the flow, thick cum flowed like from a hose. He breathed hard and looked weak. Was he in pain? He sounded like it! He looked like it! his face was was turning really red and splotchy and he looked down at the thick shiney rod between his legs. His breathing was nervous and he was now clearly in pain, But the cum kept flowing, It was all over him and the floor. his breathing became shallow and he seemed about to pass out. The cum kept flowing, but he bagan to slump and I saw him slum over away from me and fall off the chair! As he fell off, The huge plug popped out of his hole, The thing was huge! It was about the size of a bowling pin and he fell face down with his hole spread wide open staring straight at me! I rushed over to him and knelt by his side. “Dr Thicke!” but he was already coming out of it. A little disoriented, but clearly coming back to reality. This big hairy man, still helpless and weak, covered in his ejaculate, and sitting in a pool of it. “Gosh Jim, Thanks Man. I’m so glad you were here”. He breathed deeply. “Man oh Man, That was a little too much. Man,” he continued to catch his breath. His cock was spent. Crawling up into his body with still no sign of his balls. I couldn’t help but notice the difference between this hairy beast’s body and his now almost child-like genitals. I stood up and got him some water. I grabbed some wipes and tried to clean him up. carefully cleaning his genitals. “Man oh Man” he kept repeating. “Thankyou so much, Jim” My therapy got away from me a bit. I’m working on some ejaculation techniques, but the are truly exhausting. This is a good reminder of why men need support doing all of this” “I’m so embarrassed” The kind Dr. muttered. “Don’t think twice” I tried to sound optimistically as I continued to wipe and clean his pecker. “Turn around Doc, and I’ll clean your rear-end” The Doctor sheepishly complied and bent over the nearby table. “Spread ’em, Doc” I joked, trying to ease his obvious stress. He reached back and spread his huge hairy cheeks to reveal a large perfect vertical slit. It was a rosy pink slit about 4 inches verticle and as I wiped it, the wipes slipped a bit inside. “No pain back there” he began to sound like himself again. I finished up and excused myself to give him some privacy as he readied himself for Timmy’s appointment. e-mail me with questions, comments, or your ail

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