My Dad took me to the doctors office because I noticed that my d*** (saying p**** is just kinda strange to me) was having pains. My Dad waited out in the waiting area and the doctor came in. Once I explained the problem, he wanted me to take off my pants, so I did and he started to examine my d*** and he touched it and it jumped in response and he asked me if that hurt and I said no. Then he proceeded to “examine” further by grabbing some like lotion looking stuff and applied it to my d***. Immediately I was surprised and held in a moan, and he just proceeded to stroke my d*** as if he were jacking me off. I knew that what was going on, but next thing I knew I was lightly moaning and whispering things like “don’t stop.” Then he took his own d*** out and ordered that I jerk him too, and I complied. So here I was, jacking off my doctor while being jacked off by my doctor. We both came, and he told me that I was fine and that I could go. I never actually remember seeing that doctor again

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