Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2021 07:09:22 -0700
From: Elyrc Caledon <elryc.caledon@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting to Know Ron (Revised)

Subject: Getting to know Ron

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  Any similarities between actual
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                           *** Getting to know Ron ***

This story picks up from where the story "Getting to know Henry," leaves off.

After the first episode with Henry, our friendship continued about the same as
before.  We worked hard together, took our breaks together and hit the showers
after our shifts at the tool manufacturing plant.  One thing changed in the
showers; instead of standing at two showerheads away from me, Henry began using
a showerhead right next to me.  More men were showering at that point in time,
so the shower room was busier and it seemed natural.  We continued to scrounge
up dinner together in the evenings and played videogames as we had been in the
habit of doing.

A week passed by before either us brought up the topic of the sexual encounter
between us.  I had decided to allow Henry to broach the subject; I knew he
might have been experiencing some mixed feelings.

I also needed to sort through some different feelings myself.  My relationship
with my wife was "good," in many respects.  But I had come to the abrupt
realization that being married to a woman was not what I had really wanted
after all.  I had gone to some lengths to suppress my true feelings and had
thought I had been on the right track, only to have all of that cast aside at
the first opportunity that had presented itself.

We were at my apartment; I had fixed a snack and we were sitting on the floor
in front of the old TV I had in the living room playing an electronic version
of Monopoly; so far, the computer's own players were winning against both of us.

"Are you okay with what happened," Henry abruptly said, I could see his lips compress
a little with tension.

"I'm fine," I replied, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," said Henry, "It took me a while to think it over."

"There's no need," I started, "To even mention..."

"No, it's not that," Henry interrupted, "I don't feel bad, no worries, but I
don't want you to expect something more than what I can give.  I'm married and
that isn't going to change."

"I'm married too, and I don't see that changing either."

"Okay," Henry sighed a little, and I could some of the tension leave his face,
"I just didn't want things to get weird.  Well, weirder than they are," he said,
with a wry smile at me.

"It's fine," I replied being careful to look into his eyes, "I think we both
are young yet and nothing is written in stone you know."

"Yes, that's true."

"Here's the thing," Henry continued, putting his game controller down, "I have
never cum so hard in my entire life.  I felt completely drained of all my
sex drive for something like three days."

"Is that a good thing?" I asked.

"It depends on your point of view," Henry said thoughtfully, "I didn't expect
that."

I remained silent, looking straight ahead at the TV.

"So," Henry continued, "Would you like to..." his voice trailed off.

I looked over at him and allowed myself to smile a little.

"Sure," I shrugged a little, "I'm okay with it."

Henry stood and began stripping off.  I stood as well and within a few seconds
we were nude.  Henry was already sporting a good erection, the tip of his penis
was glistening.

I sat in a chair and motioned him towards me, then lowered my head to capture
him in my mouth.

"Mmm," Henry groaned softly, "That is so fuckin' good man."

I allowed him to set the pace, and he steadily began thrusting in and out of
my mouth, being careful not to go so far as to cause me to gag or choke.  I
could feel him expanding and taste the saltiness as he began to approach his
orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum," Henry gasped, "Do you want it?"

I responded by pushing my head forward, engulfing him as far as I could inside
of my mouth.

Henry stiffened, and I felt a long spurt flood my mouth, then another, and
another.  I held him in my mouth steadily until the spasms stopped entirely,
and he began to soften.  I quietly released him.

"Fuck, that was so good man," Henry sighed, "Your turn," and he knelt in
front of me.

I was fully aroused and dripping, Henry took me into his mouth and soon
established a rhythm that had me writhing and gasping within a minute or
so.  Almost too soon, I was shooting into his mouth, and felt the muscles
of his throat contracting as he swallowed my seed.

We established a pattern of giving each other blow jobs about once a week
or so, usually early in the week.  Our wives expected us to perform our
marital duties on the weekends, so we avoided doing anything towards the
weekend, just so we would be fully primed and ready for sex on demand.

After about three weeks, a young man by the name of Carl started in our
department.  Production at the plant by that time had spooled up; lots of
orders were coming in from overseas so extra staff had been hired to meet
the demand.

Carl had been born and raised in Rockford, so he was a true native of the
area.  He was about 6'3", and 185 lbs. of pure muscle, with a head full of
wavy ash blond hair and he had dark blue eyes.  The planes of his face revealed
his Nordic heritage, high cheekbones and a high, intelligent looking forehead.

From day one, Carl showered with us at the end of our shifts, his body was
stunning.  Broad shoulders, a perfectly flat stomach with a hint of a six-pack,
buttocks and legs that were sculpted, and a thick, slightly tapered penis
that swayed back and forth in tandem with a full scrotum, that extended quite
a way down between his thighs.

Frankly, Henry & I had never seen such a large penis outside of porno movies,
and we talked about it several times.  We theorized about how large it was,
and we estimated it was probably over 9 inches.  Because of how relaxed Carl
was, we realized that we were probably seeing its full length; when it was
erect, it probably didn't expand that much and merely would raise upwards.

Carl was friendly with us, as Henry & I took turns showing him how to do
various tasks with the riveting we were doing.  Carl caught on quickly and
soon was able to work without much supervision.  He did not take his breaks
with us, preferring to go outside and talk on his phone with his girlfriend.
He showered with us, but stood apart and there wasn't much conversation with
him in the locker room.

I continued to have bad vibes from the young & fit guy that had been sneering
at me from the day I started there.  He had been trying to start some rumors
about me when I first started at the plant, and the guy had started sneering
even more when Henry started standing beside me in the showers.  Henry was angry,
but I made an effort to shrug off the guy's sneers and I urged Henry to do the
same.  I found out the guy's name, John.

One afternoon, as Henry & I were just finishing up our showers with Carl nearby,
John said something to Carl in a sneering tone and I just barely heard the words
"three sisters."  I saw Carl's face flush and he strode over to the guy, spat on
the floor at his feet with contempt and he said something to the guy which caused
him to flinch backwards and his face paled.  I then noticed that Carl's hands
were doubled into fists.

As we were getting dressed, I asked Carl what he had said to John.

"I told him that if he didn't shut his mouth, I'd kick his balls up between his
teeth for him," Carl said coldly, "He's a fuckin' asshole."

A few weeks after this episode, Henry told me one evening while we were playing
a video game at my apartment that his wife was tired of her job, did not like
Rockford, and wanted to move back to her home town (some little farming community
in Iowa) to be closer to her parents.  As a result, he would be turning in his
notice the following Monday.

I felt a bit sad at the news and told him so.

"I'll miss you," said Henry, while thumbing the video game controller.

I paused a moment, let the sudden tightness in my throat ease a little and then
said, "I'll miss you too Henry."

And that was that.  Henry was too busy with packing and getting ready to move
to have me over, or to come over to my place again.  I missed him a great deal,
our parting on his last day of work was seemingly non-committal on both sides.
My throat was a little tight again, but I kept my composure and kept my feelings
of sadness to myself.

About three weeks after Henry's departure, I came home to an empty apartment.
My wife had abruptly left me.  She had left me a note on the kitchen counter;
she'd fallen in love with someone she had met while in New York.  She would file
for a divorce, citing "irreconcilable differences," and that would be it.  The
remaining household goods and the furniture were mine (which seemed, to her mind,
to justify her taking the more desirable items and emptying our bank accounts),
she also took "her" car--which was paid off, leaving me with the car that was
not paid off.

I was immediately placed in a difficult financial position.  Thankfully, the
lease on the apartment was nearing the end of its term, but I could not afford
the place on my own wages alone.  I did not want to get behind on the payments
for the car.

I sold off the furniture and what I couldn't sell of the household goods, I
donated to Goodwill.

I mentioned my situation to Carl, during one of our lunch breaks where it just
happened he was not outside talking to his troublesome girlfriend.  It seemed
to me they were always arguing about something; they had a contentious relationship.
And it seemed her family was causing a lot of drama as well.  I wondered at why
he didn't get tired of the situation.  He was so handsome, I felt all he had to
do was snap his finger and half a dozen women would fall down at his feet.

Carl mentioned he might be able to help, but I'd need to give him a day or
two.  I said okay and kept on looking for something.  I didn't know what
Carl had in mind and he was never really communicative.

About three days later, Carl said he had some news for me, about a place
to rent and that we could talk about it at lunch.  So when it was lunchtime
we grabbed our packed lunches from our lockers and headed towards the
breakroom and we found a quiet corner of a table at the back of the breakroom.

"I rent a room," Carl said, "It's not expensive, gives me more money for the
wedding," he paused a moment, "I talked to the guy who owns the place, and he
said he would be willing to rent a room to you too.  It's a junk room right
now, but he's willing to clear it out for you if you want it."

I said that I would definitely be interested, Carl gave me the location, and
told me I could follow him home that evening after work and he would introduce
me to the owner of the home.  The traffic was light and I had no problem keeping
up with Carl as we drove the short commute to the home.

Carl pulled up in front of an older, brick home with white trim, and black
shutters at the windows.  It looked well maintained and had a pleasant aspect
to it.  Lots of evergreen shrubs in the landscaping, and a couple of old
trees completed the suburban look.

I parked right behind Carl.  Carl got out and walked over to me as I stood
by my car looking at the home with an appreciative eye.

"Um, look," Carl stammered a little, "There's something else about this
place I really couldn't talk about at work."

I raised an inquiring eyebrow as Carl paused, he looked down at the ground
and off to one side, and his face colored a little.

"What?" I prompted, as Carl's silence lingered.

"Well, Edward, the guy that owns this place, I think he's probably gay,"
Carl said, very quietly so his voice would not carry across the street.

"Okay," I shrugged, "It doesn't matter to me really."

"Here's the thing; Edward is a nudist, and he gives me a discount on the
rent because I agreed to nudity in the house.  Nudity isn't required
24/7, but he goes around nude most of the time and he says it makes him
uncomfortable to be the only one naked."

I digested that.  "But Carl," I said, "You're not gay, aren't you a bit
uncomfortable with this kind of thing?"

"I'm cool with it.  My parents are nudists, they go to camps and stuff,
so it doesn't bother me.  Sorry I didn't mention it before; if you want
to just take off I'll tell him you found something else."

"Don't worry about it," I shrugged.  I was intrigued though, and I wanted
to meet Edward and see how I felt about things.

Edward met us at the front door; he was in his late 40's, sturdy build,
some gray at his temples.  His hair was a short shag, kind of a throwback
to the late 1970's, he had on a plaid shirt and blue jeans.  He had kind
eyes, a nice smile and a deep, resonant voice.

I instantly took a liking to Edward and we came to terms on the rent and
everything else in a short period of time.  Edward brought up the fact
that he was a nudist and belonged to a group of nudists; their membership
stretched across the surrounding states.

"So, I take it Carl discussed this with you and that you're okay with
nudity around the house?" Edward asked.

"Yeah, sure," I said, "As long as the curtains are drawn and the blinds
are down.  I don't want any issues with the neighbors and such."

"No worries there," Edward responded quickly, "Everything is secure and
private.  I don't want any problems with anyone around here."

Edward told me he would start clearing out the room for me, and we agreed
I would move in by the end of the month, which gave me time to get my
former home cleaned up to help ensure I'd get my deposits back.

I spent the weekend packing up what few household goods I was keeping,
and getting rid of a lot of other stuff that would not fit into my new
quarters.

In the meantime, Carl announced a date had been set for his wedding, and he
and his future wife were planning on moving to Chicago.  Apparently, her
father was holding out the prospect of a job there for Carl in the construction
business, and Carl wanted to give it a try.

So it turned out that when I was ready to move into Edward's home, Carl
had already left and thus I ended up taking the room Carl had formerly
occupied.  It was a better deal for me, because the room was larger and
I had room to add a corner computer desk and an office chair.

Things were different at the plant without Henry and Carl.  Orders for the
company had fallen off, and it was decided not to hire replacements as I
could handle the needs of the department on my own.

Moving into Edward's home was a smooth transition.  All of my belongings
fit into the room I'd been given, I was comfortable and quickly became
accustomed to the new routines.

Edward was a pleasant man, even tempered, and low-key in all of his
activities.  He was a quiet man, was well read, intelligent with a
quick wit.

It was a few days after I moved before I saw Edward walking around the
house in the nude and that was just as I was heading off to bed.  The next
evening, I followed his cue and stripped out of my clothes after I came in
from work, and we met up in the kitchen, both in the nude.  We kind of
looked each over out of the corners of our eyes.  It didn't take long
before we were both completely at ease.  Edward had a pleasing body,
strong and muscular, a bit of a paunch, not much of one though and he had
well defined thighs and calves.  His penis appeared to be above average
in size, a bit on the thick side, with a low hanging scrotum.  He was
completely comfortable with his nudity and I quickly learned to be the same.

Edward was usually home before I arrived home from my job, and he & I
quickly reached an understanding about kitchen duties.  I liked to cook,
while that was something he didn't really enjoy and he was more than happy
to step back and let me prepare simple and nutritious meals.  I would load
the dishwasher and he would unload it.  Edward had a cleaning service that
would come in and vacuum and take care of most of the cleaning needs of the
bathrooms and such.  The cleaning service was included with the rent of my
room so that was nice as well.

Edward kept pet covers over most of the furniture; although he enjoyed being
in the nude, he said he wasn't into having fecal matter spread throughout
the house and the covers were regularly washed, so everything was clean
and sanitary.

Edward missed having Carl around, and I could understand why as I was nowhere
near as good looking as Carl was.  We talked about Carl now and then, agreeing
that Carl's girlfriend was a manipulative bitch and Edward confided that he had
seen Carl with a semi-erection in the mornings a few times, but never completely
hard.  I commented that I didn't think that Carl's penis would change much even
when it was erect.  Edward agreed with that assessment, it looked basically the
same, but just aimed upward a bit more than usual.

From the start, I assumed that Edward was at least bisexual.  It was difficult
to determine at the beginning, as Edward was always noncommittal about sexual
topics and never made a point of making a statement of his preferences.  He
was single, never married, and did not ever speak of or expressed any desire to
have any sort of steady relationship.  He was content with his situation in
life and didn't have any need of romantic interests.

Edward had several nudist friends, they were all male.  Sometimes he would
have some of his friends over on a weekend.  There was a Jacuzzi at the back of
the house, inside of a back patio that had been completely enclosed, and
oftentimes Edward and his friends would sit out there and talk.  I didn't care
for the heat of the Jacuzzi because it made my heart pound, so I rarely joined
them and only when Edward had agreed to dial the heat back considerably for me.

Edwards friends tended to drift in and out of the house, stripping and leaving
their clothes on a table by the entryway reserved for that purpose.  A few, but
not all, of the men were gay.  Some seem interested in me, but there was an air
of reserve that seemed nearly impossible to break through.  It was almost as
if they considered me and Edward to be a couple.

One Friday evening, I had come in later than usual after work because I had
done some shopping.  I was in the kitchen, putting some groceries away and
wiping the counters and the area around the sink down, and I heard Edward and
a few other men talking outside the kitchen windows as they were out in the
Jacuzzi, and one of the voices sounded familiar.

Presently, I could hear the men getting ready to come inside.  I decided to slip
away down the hallway out of sight because I wasn't in the nude yet and I didn't
want to make any of the men uncomfortable.  The night was chilly and I listened
to their conversation as they were toweling themselves off quickly to fight off
the cold.  I wanted to find out who it was that sounded so elusively familiar, and
it turned out the man with the familiar voice was none other than the company
doctor that had performed the physical exam a few years ago and had cleared me
to start working at the tool manufacturing company.

Satisfied with the intelligence I had gathered, I went to my room and quickly
stripped down, and then returned to the kitchen.  I fixed myself a light snack
and I could hear the men talking out in the room that was serving as a TV and
game room.

There were a few scraps of the conversation I could catch, and then I heard Edward
say "No, he doesn't have any tricks over, and he has slept here at the house every
night since he's moved in."

Then I heard the doctor tell Edward that he could give me a "once over." Edward
chuckled at that and responded that I had not shown any sort of interest in him in
"that sort of way," but if I was okay with having an exam, then that would be fine
by him.

That was intriguing!  I wondered what Edward was up to.  I had no idea he was
possibly waiting for me to make some sort overture towards him.

I stayed out in the kitchen a few minutes more, walked back down the hallway
to my room, and then shut the door and made some noises when I arrived back at
the kitchen and then grabbed a diet soda and took that and my snack and nonchalantly
wandered out to the TV room.  I greeted the group of men quietly, and headed to the
corner of a sofa to try to catch some of the evening news.

Although I recognized him instantly, the doctor (his first name was Ron) did not
seem to recognize me and I did not pursue a conversation with him.  By listening
to Ron, Edward and the other men chatting as they aired the usual complaints about
their respective jobs, and groaned about the worsening weather for the time of the
year I started to get some sense of Ron's personality.  Ron tended to be gruff
and direct; not rude, but close to it at times.  None of the men seemed to mind
his somewhat abrupt remarks.  It was just his way.

I thought to myself that I would never have had considered that a guy like
Ron would be a nudist.  But then--being a doctor, and seeing people in various
stages of undress throughout his regular workday, perhaps it came as second
nature to him.  Ron was a tall, lanky man, with powerful legs, thick arms and a
sort of a barrel chest.  His genitals were like the rest of him, thick and covered
with lots of hair.

After about 30 minutes or so, the news wrapped up, and as I felt tired I wanted
to get into bed with the current book I was reading.  I stood up and headed
back to the kitchen to put my plate into the dishwasher.  Ron got up and followed
me a few seconds later.

"Hey, when's the last time you saw a doctor for anything?" Ron asked as he walked
into the kitchen.

"Um, actually, it was when I went to you for a pre-employment physical before I
started working at the plant where I work," I responded.

"Really?  How long ago was that?"

"Going on three years ago."

"Well, it's time you were seen again.  You should be going in at least once a year.
You need a flu shot at the least," Ron said, "Do you have a regular family doctor?"

"No," I shrugged, "I'm hardly ever sick.  I never remember to think about a flu
shot."

"Why don't you come into my office tomorrow afternoon after you get off from work
(my shifts ended at 3:00PM), tell the receptionist your name and that you're there
for some non-fasting bloodwork.  The results will be in by the end of the week."

"Do you want me to call for the results, or do you want me to come in?"

"I'll tell you what, you come to my house on Saturday."

"Saturday," I repeated, surprised, "I didn't know you worked on the
weekends."

"I have a home office and I can go over the test results then, and also give you
a quick annual exam, which you're overdue for.  Let's say about 10:00 Saturday
morning?  That way we can both sleep in for a bit."

I wrote down the address of Ron's home and agreed to be there at 10:00 and wished
him a good night and went to bed.  I read for a while, then went to sleep after
setting my alarm and didn't open my eyes again until it was time to get up.

I was up as usual the next morning at 4:30 and the day tore by as I was busy.
I had almost forgotten about the blood work, but remembered as I was leaving
and headed over to the doctor's office as it was about half a block from the
plant.

The receptionist didn't bat an eye at my request when I checked in with her.
I had only been seated for about ten minutes before a young lab technician
came out and called my name and took me back.  She soon had three vials of blood
and sent me on my way.

Saturday arrived; I was up around 8:00 and showered thoroughly, and gave myself
a quick douche too because I knew Ron was probably going to perform a prostate
exam.  I got some of my laundry done and worked on balancing my checkbook.  I
left for Ron's home in good time and arrived a few minutes early.  I waited
until 10:00 exactly, then I walked up to the door; it was locked so I tapped on
the frame politely.  After a few moments Ron appeared, carrying a sheaf of
paper.  He greeted me and asked me to come on back to his office, which was
at the right of a hallway leading from the front door area.

Inside, I found a comfortable office, with rich woods and it was equipped
with what seem to be modern medical equipment, an exam table, a sink, etc.
Ron weighed me, took my blood pressure, then sat down on a wheeled stool and
went over the results of my bloodwork with me; it was the usual sort of
discussion.  Blood sugars were a little high, I needed to watch starches and
sweets, thyroid was a little low--but I was on medication for that, no
surprises there.

Ron had also ordered STD panels, because he had presumed I was sexually
active, and he stated he routinely ordered STD tests on all sexually active
patients.  I wondered for a moment what the insurance company was going to think
about that--but he seemed to read my thoughts and said the tests were part of
the norm and not to worry about them.  Those were all negative, so that was good.
I had assumed my wife was sleeping with her lover, so I wasn't all that sure that
she hadn't passed anything on to me, though I had not noticed anything amiss.

Ron asked me to disrobe for the physical exam, and said he'd return in a
few moments.  I stripped out of my clothes and sat up on the exam table
and just as I started to feel really bored, Ron reappeared.  He too was nude,
and although it startled me a little to see him nude in such a setting, I
refrained from any comment.

Ron had me lie back on the exam table, sliding out the extension as he did
do for my lower legs.  Starting at the top of my head, and working his way
down, he gave me a thorough skin exam.  I had some solar damage on my ears
and face, and lower arms, and he noted those areas in my chart.  He casually
lifted my scrotum and checked my groins for any skin lesions.  When he had
finished with the front, he had me roll over and did the same exam for my
back, parting my buttocks and checking my perianal area as well.

After the skin exam, Ron palpated my abdomen, then had me sit up and he
listened to my chest.  He noted the presence of a murmur.  I told him that
had been checked out and it was considered to be benign.  I told him about
my avoidance of the hot Jacuzzi because of the heart pounding issues, but
he shrugged and said that wasn't of any particular importance.

Ron performed the usual hernia exam, my scrotum, I was pleased to note, was
completely relaxed.  Ron gently palpated my testicles.

"Have you had a vasectomy?" asked Ron, "Because it seems I'm feeling a bit
of inflammation here."

"Yes," I replied, "I've had three immediate family members die of cancer,
so my wife & I decided early on that we were not going to have children."

"Unusual that someone agreed to do that for such a young man, without
children."

"After I explained my situation," I shrugged, "The urologist agreed to do it."

Ron had me turn around and lean against the table for the prostate exam. Ron
snapped on a glove and quickly performed the exam.

"Everything seems fine there, you're really clean" Ron commented, "Did you
do a clean out this morning?

A little embarrassed, I nodded yes.

"Have you ever been penetrated by another man?" Ron asked, in a non-committal
tone.

"Yes," I said and I felt my cheeks redden a little, "Before I was married,
I dated a few men."

"Okay," Ron continued, "I'd like to do a couple of extra screenings to make
extra sure your prostate is in good shape and a screening to check to make
sure you don't have any internal HPV lesions."

"Okay," I replied, a little surprised.

"For the prostate, I'm going to express a little fluid out of it and then
check that for any pathogens under a microscope.  Turn back around and we
will get started."

I turned around and leaned over again.  Ron reinserted a gloved finger
and then began to firmly sweep his finger back and forth over my prostate
gland.

"When was the last time you ejaculated?" Ron asked, as he began pushing
down with his finger a little more firmly.

"About three days ago."

"Okay, then this should be enough.  I want you to stand up and face me,
but don't touch yourself."

Ron withdrew his finger and I stood and turned around as he had directed.
Ron retrieved a glass side from a cabinet, then held my penis in one hand,
and carefully captured a drop of the seminal fluid that was at the tip of
my penis.  I noticed at that point I had become semi-erect without noticing
what was going on.

"Hold on, I'm going to take a look at this and I'll be right back."

I stood quietly and Ron returned in about three minutes.

"All clear," Ron said with a smile, "Almost done here."

"Now, the next screening involves using a scope to inspect the interior
surfaces of the anal and rectal canal.  It's not painful, but you might
feel a bit of discomfort."

"Okay," I said.  It didn't sound pleasant, but, I felt it was probably a
smart thing to do and the sooner it was over with, the better.  What really,
I thought to myself, is the difference between "pain," and "discomfort?"  I
guessed I would soon find out.

Ron had me lie back on the exam table, and instead of pulling out the
extension for my legs as he had done before, he instead retrieved some sort
of braces from a side cabinet and attached them to the end of the table.
Then, after instructing me to scoot down so my buttocks were practically
hanging off the table, he carefully raised my legs and positioned them
into the stirrups, as he called them.

Now, this was something I had never encountered before.  I gained a new
appreciation in that moment for the sort of exams women were required to
routinely undergo.  I stared up at the ceiling and tried to not pay any
attention to what Ron was doing.  I felt my penis flopping around on my
lower stomach and tried to think about non-sexual things so it didn't get
any harder than it already was.

Ron left for a moment and brought back a small scope of some sort, with
a long barrel and a light at the end.

"This will be really quick," Ron assured me, "Relax and take a few deep
breaths."

I drew a few breaths and I could feel Ron applying some KY jelly to my
opening.  I could feel my penis shifting as it was shrinking back down
rapidly at this point.

Ron pulled a stool up and sat down.  Then I felt the scope enter my body.
It was cold, stiff and unyielding.  Uncomfortable, but not painful, just
as Ron had stated.

Ron inserted the scope all the way, and then began pulling back out,
commenting as he did so that everything looked perfect.  I was conscious
of the scoping pressing upwards, against my prostate, and I felt my
penis start to stiffen again.  If Ron noticed, he made no comment.

Ron pulled the scope nearly all the way out, then slowly reinserted it
again, pushing it from side to side, up and down.  The pressure against
my prostate gland would increase, and then subside.  My penis hardened
completely, and I could feel it pulsing against my lower stomach.

"All looks really good," Ron finally said, and withdrew the scope.  He
placed the instrument in the sink in the side counter and turned back
to me."

"Well," Ron commented as he surveyed my erection, "Someone got a little
excited here."

I blushed and mumbled that I was sorry.

"Oh, no need to be sorry," Ron said with a smile, "You're a healthy
young man.  This just shows everything is in working order."

"Let's get you out of these," Ron started with my right leg, and then
my left, and got them out of the stirrups.  I sat up, and avoided looking
down as I could tell I was still sporting a full hardon.

Ron put the stirrups aside, and then returned to the exam table.

"Would you like some help taking care of that?" Ron asked, while eyeing
my uncooperative penis.

"Um...sure, I guess," I mumbled, still embarrassed.

Ron grasped my penis and slowly stroked it.  I leaned back a little and
closed my eyes.  His hand circled lower, and caressed my testicles.

I felt Ron's hardness pressing against my legs.  Ron's penis had filled
out and had hardened, he was circumcised and his broad glans were quite
thick, atop a thick, long shaft.  There was a drop of precum at the end
of it.  I reached out and rubbed the liquid across the tip of his cock,
and Ron shuddered a little and gasped.

"God," Ron growled in a low voice, "You've got me all fired up.  I totally
want to fuck your ass, would you let me do that?"

"Yeah, sure...but here?"

"Good call; let's go to my bedroom."

I followed Ron to his bedroom.  It was richly furnished with some nice
pieces of furniture, a huge Western King bed, deep pile carpeting and the
walls had some well executed oil paintings.  For all his gruffness, Ron had
good taste.  The windows had heavy drapes on them, and all were drawn. There
was a bathroom off to the left, nice and modern with gleaming white tiles.

Ron pulled down the bedclothes, and then retrieved a towel from the bath-
room and spread over the left side of the sheets.  He beckoned to me with
a nod.  He had me stand, briefly, at the side of the bed in front of the
towel while he retrieved a bottle of lube from his bedside table.

Ron came back over and stood in front of me, and lubed up his thick cock.

"You want some?" he asked.

I held out my hand and he poured a small amount in my palm.  I used a
little on my stiffening penis, and then wiped the rest around my hole.
I carefully wiped my hand on the towel behind me.

"When is the last time you were fucked?" Ron asked.

"It's been about six, seven years."

"I'll go slow, let me know if it gets to be too much."

I nodded.  Ron took his hands and pressed my shoulders and pushed me
slowly back on the bed.  Then he raised my legs upwards, and rested
my legs up on his shoulders.  I was completely spread and ready for him.

Slowly, Ron maneuvered the head of his dick against my opening, then
pressed in a little, then withdrew.  He repeated that several times,
each time, entering me a little bit more.  He stopped once, and added
a little more lube from the bottle which he had left on the sheet, and
started pressing inwards a little more insistently.

Soon, Ron's cock was sliding into me halfway, then a few more thrusts
and he was all the way inside.  There was no pain, just a feeling of
fullness from the hard and thick organ now buried deep inside.

Ron bent his head down and kissed me, for the first time.  It was a soft
kiss, a lingering kiss.  I felt the stubble on his face, the strength of
his jaw, the hardness of his arms beside me, the maleness of him.

"How have I lived without this," I thought to myself dreamily as Ron
continued to thrust inside of my body.

Ron's thrusts continued, faster, slower, then faster again, deeper
as his breathing got quicker.  He was getting close, and his approaching
climax spurred on my own.  I fisted my cock and felt my balls draw up
tighter, and tighter.  White fire flashed through me and I began to
shoot my load in long stripes across my stomach, reaching up to my
chest.

Ron cried out and made one final thrust, and I felt his body convulse.
The throbbing of his organ seemed to go on and on.  Finally, he bent
his head and kissed me again, and then lay still for several long
minutes.  I felt him slip out of me, and felt a little gush of liquid
and was glad of the towel beneath me.

Presently, Ron raised himself up off of me and helped me to my feet.
We showered together, and then, as it became evident he wasn't going
to ask me to stay the night, I got dressed and wished him a good
evening.

"Edward is interested in you," Ron commented as he was seeing me to
the door.

"Really," I looked at Ron, "I haven't really picked up on that."

"Well, he is.  He tends to go slowly.  Be nice to him, if you can."

"Sure, I like him, he's a nice guy."

"Thanks for the uh, check-up," I said.

"You're clean--I'm clean, be sure to keep it that way, will you?"

"I'm not promiscuous, if that's what you're getting at," I said drily,
"In fact, you're the first person I've had contact with since my
divorce."

"All right; drive safely and have a good night."

I drove home to Edwards house, satisfied, and yet with the stirrings
of curiosity about Edward, wondering where things might lead with him.

It was quiet when I arrived; the house was mostly dark with only a
small lamp glowing in the living room.  Edward was already in bed. I
turned the lamp off and headed down the hallway to my room.

I was tired when I got into bed, but before I went to sleep I tried to
think of a way to let Edward know that I was open to suggestions, but I
fell quickly into a dreamless sleep.

Tomorrow was another day and would have to take care of itself.

~Finis~
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