Anal Stretch By Doctor 2

After that, the men released their hold and Osbourne complimented them on opening me up so well. They sat on the bed drinking ale.

"Thirsty work, this buggering", one hunk said and guzzled his beer.

I lay on top of the desk like a small beached whale.

"He's got a lovely little bum on him", another hunk observed. "Reminds me of Wellesley who fagged for me at school. I had to beat him at least one a week". He smiled. "I think the little beast enjoyed it'.

Not for the first time I was glad my parents had not been able to afford to send me to boarding school.

Osborne came over to me.

"You ok?"

"Think so", I replied. "Can I use your toilet?"

"Sure".

He found me a white coat and smuggled me across to the ablution block. He waited until I was finished and then took me back again. The room was empty.

"It's Saturday night. They've all got hot dates". Osbourne explained.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Me? Nah, I'm a regular wallflower". He handed me an ale. I sipped it slowly.

"Did you enjoy what the guys were doing?" he asked.

"Well, once I got used to it, I guess. It was all a bit rushed. Kind of lusty. I'm glad you held onto me otherwise I'd have never gone through with it".

"Working in theatre means we can get a bit insensitive. Of course in there the patient is out to it".

"I'm glad I wasn't".

We sipped our ale in companionable silence.

"Have you ever seen an anus?" Osbourne asked me.

I stared at him.

"Well, no. I mean it's not a part of the human anatomy that's ever on display, is it?"

"I'll show you one".

The registrar took off his trousers and underpants and bent over right in front of my face. As his sweet cheeks parted the musk of man scent reached my nostrils. I examined his hairy crack with it's prominent pinkish-brown anus.

"It's got lips", I marvelled.

"They're called 'cushions'", he explained. "You can touch them if you want".

Reverently, I ran the tip of my finger over his arse-hole. When I stopped I swear his brown-eye 'winked' at me.

"The cushions spasm sometimes", Osbourne confirmed.

I ran the palms of my hands over his taut muscular buttocks.

"You've got the most beautiful bum I have ever seen".

"Thanks!" he replied. "You don't do so bad yourself in that department".

"Can I see your co-c.. um, wedding tackle?"

"Sure".

He turned around until his slack penis was right in front of my face. The thing was huge.

"How .. how big is it?" I asked, wonderingly.

"Nearly 13 inches when erect. It's thick as well".

"Wow! Mine is less than half the size of yours".

"They called me Elephant Dick at school. It's useless", Osborne said, miserably.

"What do you mean 'useless' ?

"Well what girl is going to let me put this big thing inside her cunny? One glimpse of this and she'd run a mile. One girl already has".

He smacked his giant schlong with the flat of his hand and it swung backwards and forwards in front of my face, mesmerisingly.

"I wish you'd put it inside me", I said impulsively.

"And split you right open? No, that's why I got my colleagues to take your cherry".

"Isn't their some other position?" I asked. "What if I sat on it?"

"That would be the safest", he agreed. "But look at the size of the thing".

He stroked his penis until it swung up like some obscene harbour crane. The thing really was enormous.

"I want to try", I said, stubbornly, and then harped on at him until he gave in.

Osbourne coated the head and massive shaft with petroleum jelly and then sat back on his bed. I squatted over the giant phallus until the head was pressing against my hole. Thanks to the untiring efforts of the other registrars, my anus was now slack and with a bit of effort I was able to take the mushroomed-shaped head inside me. His hands supported my bum cheeks as I slowly lowered myself down. Inch by inch Osbourne's column filled my rectum. I don't know how long it took but after an age I had most of him up my bum.

"Good boy!" he breathed. "Let me flip you over".

With that he arranged me doggy-style on the bed while he stood on the floor. His warm flesh stretched the walls of my rectum but, with the change in position, Osbourne was able to push on until I felt his pubic hair against my bum cheeks.

"You are so hot and tight", he marvelled and then gently lifted my left leg until it was resting on the desk. This manouver spread me right open again. Slowly Osbourne began to fuck me. I lost all track of time. All I was aware of was the registrar's mammoth organ thrusting inside my hot, slick chute.

For the first time in my young life I felt valued. I was doing something for another human being which was giving him intense pleasure. I felt Osbourne's warm hand wrap around my shrivelled up little diddle. He squeezed it and gave it a tug. But my body was still concerned about what was up my arse and refused to cooperate. He moved his hand until it was gently caressing my body. I could feel his hot breath fan the hairs on the back of my neck. I had never before felt so wanted.

Again, Osbourne's hand grasped my limp dick. He pulled the foreskin back and tried to bring the thing to life but without success.

"It's ok", I reassured him.

All the time, his own penis was giving me the fuck of my young life. It was actually quite peaceful kneeling there allowing Osbourne to have his way inside my fundament. He picked up the pace. It was hot in the small room and I felt his sweat drip on to my back.

I cannot say that a fucking from Osbourne was erotic or sensual, at least not yet. My limp cock was testimony to that. His massive pile-driver kept thrusting deep inside my shitter. Yet, I was thrilled to provide this service for my big friend. I was now starting to tire but the registrar seemed to have the stamina of a prize bull.

Suddenly, he began slapping my buttocks with his hand. His rigid member continued to probe my insides, without missing a beat.

The slaps, combined with the pummeling, had the effect of at last giving me an erection. Osborne reached under and felt it. He grunted his approval.

His big hands could have lit a fire in my backside but the slaps were light. Somehow, they had the effect of turning pain into pleasure. My prostate found itself and decided to join in. My arse and cock swelled with a glorious sensual feeling, a carnal smorgasbord of delight which left my senses reeling.

"I'm gonna blow", the big man said, breathlessly. He reached down and palmed my hard-on. We grunted together as our balls churned and I nearly fainted from the exquisite feeling of release. His fat torpedo fired load after load of spunk, coating the walls of my gut.

Osbourne collapsed on top of me. When he had recovered he pulled out of me with a plop. He cleaned us both up.

"Did I do you too hard?" he asked, anxiously.

"No, it was wonderful".

He looked at me with his big eyes shining.

"Dale, I can't begin to thank you".

The big man reached out and tousled my hair.

"One thing's for sure, the last thing you need now is for any money-grubbing surgeon to give you an 'anal stretch'.

"Well, how about you giving me another one? Say next Saturday?", I offered.

He hugged me tight and I was in heaven.

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written by unclegreg_1999