Since more than half of our readers discovered this blog less than five years ago
I thought it would be nice to re-introduce some older stories for those
who didn't catch them when they were first published. Enjoy!
Featured in this story: Danny and Sammy (click for pictures)
Chad and I arrived at the practice at quarter to ten p.m. A friend of mine had lent us his rooms as a location for our little series of “Sammy the ball doctor”. Chad had brought the gynaecological chair and we placed it in the middle of the room.
The walls and the furniture were white and there were framed art prints on the walls – everything looked perfect.
Our protagonist, cute redhead Sammy, arrived a few minutes later and we gave him the white lab coat. He put it on and while he didn’t look very doctor-like – at 18 years he was far too young for that – he looked positively hot in it with a stethoscope around his neck and a determined look on his face.
He watched himself in the mirror and was beaming with joy.
“This is gonna be fun”, Sammy grinned, posing in front of the mirror. He was the equivalent of the cliché nurse fantasy, caressing his body and looking lasciviously at his reflection. “Wanna see my license?” he aspirated at himself, unbuttoning his coat. “I do home visits…”
Chad and I chuckled.
“Hey”, Chad said suddenly. “Why don’t we shoot a short introduction? You know, close-ups, some cheesy one-liners, that sort of stuff?”
“Good idea”, I nodded.
Chad grabbed his camera and filmed Sammy smiling, Sammy frowning, Sammy grabbing and squeezing his bulge, Sammy turning around to face the camera and so on.
“Get your junk out”, Chad said after a few minutes.
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