The Two Day Erection

by Lubrican

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Chapter Two

Angela had approached this with no little resistance, and even some trepidation. Within thirty seconds, though she didn't want to stop. This was amazing. Though it was, in fact, only the second penis she'd allowed in her mouth, she knew Dub's was different than other men's by an order of magnitude. She fully understood how a woman could become addicted to the feel of something like this in her mouth.

Dub's pitiful whines of ecstasy didn't hurt either. He was so pathetically happy at having his dick sucked that it was surprising. The other man she'd done this to had said things to her while she did it ... awful things ... nasty things. "Suck it whore," he'd said. "Suck my fucking dick!" He'd engaged in very inventive language when she did that. It was one of the reasons she'd never done it to another man.

Dub, on the other hand, was like a puppy being given attention, squirming and wiggling, babbling, gasping and generally acting like he was ten instead of nineteen.

She pulled off, licking her lips and using her hand instinctively to stroke while she wasn't sucking.

"You act like this is the first time a woman has done this for you," she said.

"It is!" he gasped.

"It is?" Angela was astounded. Now that she'd had it in her mouth, she couldn't imagine being around this man without wanting to do it again. "Matty doesn't do this?"

"Mamma says I should stick it where it belongs, and it only belongs one place," he panted. "She said other boys might do things that ain't natural, but not me."

"But you don't mind if I do it some more," she said.

"Oh pleeeeease," he whined.

Holly laughed, and then coughed to cover it up. "I need to leave," she said, her voice rough. "There's nobody up front, and there's no telling how many people are up there."

"You can't leave me alone with him," moaned Angela.

Holly giggled. "Why? You going to let him put it where his mamma says it's supposed to go?"

"Of course not," said Angela, with almost no conviction in her voice.

"I'll check in on you ... just in case," laughed Holly. "Hurry up, though. You have more patients to see."

Ten minutes later Angela, her face flushed, pulled off of Dub's impressive phallus again.

"What's wrong?" she panted.

"Nothing," he sighed. "I never felt nothing better than that feels ... excepting a real live pussy, I mean."

"Well you're not getting in mine," she growled.

"Oh I didn't mean it that way," he said. "I just mean this is the only thing that feels as good."

"So why aren't you cumming?"

"I don't know. It feels REAL good ... but it's not like ... you know ... when I'm inside Matty ... or Aunt Cherry ... or Mamma ... or Sue Ellen ... or"

"I get the idea, Dub. But you can't do that with me. I'm not on any birth control."

"Oh I never get a baby on any of them," he said. "Mamma taught me all about that."

"What do you mean?" asked Angela.

"She taught me how to keep from getting a baby on Matty. And Aunt Cherry and her." He frowned. "And Sue Ellen and ..."

"I get it," said Angela impatiently. "How do you do this?"

"I just do it," he said. "I do what Mamma told me to do."

"What did she tell you to do, Dub?" Angela wanted to put her hands around a different neck than the one currently in her hand.

"I squeeze it," he said. His hand went to the base of his penis and he gripped it there, between thumb and two fingers." She saw them dent the hard flesh. "Like that," he said.

"You do that when you ejaculate," she said.

"Um ... yeah," he said, obviously still uncomfortable with the new word.

There came a tapping on the frosted glass of the door, which then opened, admitting Holly's head.

"Done yet?" she asked hopefully.

"No," said Angela.

"You've got three patients waiting," said Holly. Then, leaving the decision to the doctor, she closed the door.

"We're not finished, Dub," said Angela. "But I have to see other patients. You're not in any pain, and this has lasted two days already. Can you stand it until I'm done with other patients at four?"

"Sure!" he said happily. He obviously took her comment to mean that she wasn't finished sucking him.

He was right, for that matter.

It was three-thirty. Angela had pushed to get everybody taken care of early so she could call Frank, the urologist she had consulted with earlier in the day.

"Have you ever heard of anything like that before?" she asked.

"Oh sure," he said. "That's been a method of birth control since at least Greek times. It's mentioned in several old texts. Some mystics claim they can teach people to do it by using internal muscles, instead of clamping off the penis manually. In fact, there's been a recent revival of it. They're calling it Karezza."

"You're kidding," said Angela. "Surely it isn't effective."

"You might be surprised," said Frank. "What happens when you squeeze off the urethra is that the semen has to go somewhere, and the path of least resistance is usually into the bladder."

"With the urine?" Angela sounded horrified.

"Exactly," said Frank. "Not only is the amount of semen that reaches the tip of the penis reduced dramatically, urine is a great killer of sperm cells. It actually works pretty well."

"It sounds horrible," said Angela. "Doesn't it cause pain?"

"Not really," said Frank. "The urethra is still inflamed, of course. That's what one purpose of semen is - to sooth the irritation caused by coitus - but that pain is relative. It feels good too. And, now that we know about this, it probably explains his persistent erection too, because it's the soothing of the inflamed urethra that signals the corpora cavernosa to dump the blood that's sustaining the erection. If he isn't letting semen through his penis, that might fool the system. This Karezza stuff I mentioned is all about sustaining an erection for long periods of time and having spiritual sex, instead of procreational sex."
"You're kidding," said Angela.
"Not a bit. Old ideas die hard, and people like sex."
"So you think this clamping off of the semen could be the problem?"
"Easy to find out," said Frank. "Just get him to have a normal ejaculation and see if he goes flaccid. If he doesn't go limp after a normal ejaculation, though, call me back. The only reason I'm not suggesting immediate hospitalization is because he's not complaining of pain."

"How about that," said Holly, when Angela told her what Frank had said. "To think it could be something that simple. You want me to hang around while you do the ... um ... treatment?"

"No, I think we'll be fine now. We just have to get him to have a normal orgasm, and then we'll see."

"I could stay and help," said Holly.

"You went to great lengths to remind me you were married," said Angela.

"I am, but as long as hubby doesn't find out ..."

"You're a very slippery character, aren't you," said Angela.

"Not nearly as slippery as I'd be if I was around that monster when it went off good and proper," laughed Holly. "Just remember to get some of it in a specimen cup."

"We don't actually need a specimen any more, if Frank is right," said Angela.

"Better safe than sorry," said Holly. "Folks would understand doing this once, but if you have to call him back again, they're going to think you're enjoying it."

"I thought you said nobody would find out about this!" snapped Angela.

"They won't," said Holly in a soothing voice. "Don't get your panties in a wad." She grinned. "I would, however, advise that you keep them firmly on."

She was out the door, her laughter drifting behind her, before Angela could think of anything to say.

Then the door opened, and Dub Fisher walked in. Angela's eyes dropped automatically to the front of his pants.

Where there was an obvious erection straining against the fabric.

Dub was sitting on the exam table again, completely naked this time. When she had told him to remove his pants, he'd just taken everything off. Angela's eyes flickered over his rippling chest muscles. She made her eyes go to his shaggy brown hair, but even that made her loins tingle.

"Do I get to see your titties again?" asked Dub hopefully.

"They're not titties, Dub," she said patiently. "They're called breasts."

"Or boobs," he said. "That's what you called them. Do I get to see your boobs again?"

Normally, Angela would have been disgusted with a man who was so blatantly transparent in his lust. For some reason, though, Dub seemed different. He seemed more genuinely appreciative of her body, than intent on using and abusing it. And somehow, that made Angela feel good, rather than unhappy.

"Will it help if you can see my breasts?" she asked.

"I like them," said Dub.

"The purpose of this treatment is to get you to ejaculate, Dub. That's all that's important here."

"All right," he said. "But ain't it okay to have fun while we do it?"

"I suppose it couldn't hurt," sighed Angela.

Half an hour later Angela had to admit she was, indeed, having fun.

Sucking Dub's monster cock was satisfying in a way she had never experienced before. His appreciation was vocal, and the things he said were sweet and exciting. Her bare nipples were erect and she felt hornier than she had in ages, even though it had been six months since she'd engaged in anything remotely like this.

But the problem was that, despite his obvious ecstasy, her ministrations of Dub's recalcitrant penis refused to produce an orgasm.

She had sucked. She had rubbed. She had licked. She had even bitten tenderly once, eliciting a howl of mixed pain and pleasure from him.

But she couldn’t make him cum.

She was beginning to think that the dearth of semen that would hopefully make him flaccid again wasn't because he closed it off. Rather, she was beginning to be worried that he couldn't cum at all.

She pulled her mouth off his knob reluctantly.

"Are you SURE you've ejaculated before?"

"I guess so," he said, breathing heavily. "I mean I ain't never seen it, of course. It's always been in somebody when I get that special feelin'."

"And you haven't felt that special feeling while I've been doing this?" She slid her mouth onto the knob and then sucked while she pulled off. She was elated to feel his whole body shudder in reaction.

"Almost," he gasped. "That feels so good ... but just ain’t the same I guess."

Angela couldn’t believe she was doing this. She knew if she stopped to think about it, she'd stop, and do the responsible thing ... the right thing ... the ethical thing.

The problem was that she didn't WANT to do the responsible, or right or ethical thing. She wanted to do what she was about to do.

She stood, her naked feet on the edges of the exam table. Dub's hips were between those feet as he lay on his back.

"ALL of you is prettier than Sue Ellen," sighed Dub, looking up at her with glittering eyes.

"This is just to help you get better," she panted. "That's the only reason why I'm doing this."

"Yes Ma'am," he said. "I know you ain't sparkin' me."

One of his hands came up automatically as instinct told him that as she squatted, she might be less stable. Angela looked down past her naked breasts, with their turgid nipples, to her now also naked loins, and the bare pussy lips that were gaping of their own accord as she lowered them toward the spike he was helpfully holding with his other hand.

He had already asked her why she had no hair down there, peering closely and unashamedly at her sex when she first bared it to him. He had taken her answer at face value, obviously enjoying experiencing this new and interesting facet of females.

"This is fun," he said as her pussy approached the tip of his rod.

"We're not actually doing anything yet," she rasped.

"Yeah, but I ain't never been on the bottom before, and I never got a really good look down there before." He grinned crookedly. "Or UP there before, like you are now."

He was, of course, larger than anything she'd had in her before. She knew that already, but before this it had been academic knowledge. Now, as her pussy lips kissed the tip of his cock, she sucked in air, wondering if she could do this.

That was academic too, though, because she knew she was GOING to do this. She had lost the will to resist sometime in the middle of sucking with her mouth what she now wanted to suck into her vaginal canal.

Dub, however, was not used to taking things slowly. Part of his problem was that the women who used his penis were anxious to get their own reward, and they went for it as quickly and forcefully as possible. Dub, having been taught well, was pretty good at supplying the needed stimulus, and, up until now, he had never been in a woman for more than ten minutes before she was finished and ready to relax. He usually got that special feeling quite soon himself, especially if the woman involved let him suckle at her teats, which was something he dearly loved, but with what his Mamma had taught him, getting his special feeling wasn't a problem. He just clamped off, and kept going.

Which is what he did almost immediately as Doctor Angela Webber impaled herself on his very excited pecker.

Angela thought she was inadvertently pulling at some of his hairs, and that he was "adjusting things" when his hand went briefly to where they were joined. She had other things on her mind anyway, primarily the fact that not only could she take the whole thing ... it felt FABULOUS to take the whole thing.

For the first time in her life, Angela Webber felt like everything that was happening was the perfect thing to be happening at the given moment.

It wasn't love at first (or second, if you want to be a stickler about it) sight, exactly. It just felt right, and normal, and uncomplicated, which had never really happened before. The residual guilt she had felt for being a doctor in this situation simply vanished.

"Oh Dub," she sighed, just reveling in the feel of his rigid penis so deep in her.

"Oh Doc," sighed Dub as he did what his Mamma had taught him to do to keep his baby out of his cousin, or aunt, or herself. And now his sisters too, of course.

Some uncounted minutes later Angela seemed to wake, as if from a dream. She had been rocking gently, coasting from one orgasm to the next. She hadn't counted those either, but just delighted in the ability to reach for and embrace another one.

She looked down to see Dub, hands behind his head, grinning up at her. She squeezed, and felt he was as rigid as ever.

"You're a lot more fun to do this with than Matty," he said.

"I am?" she asked, unable to quell the feeling of excitement that she felt at being "better" than another woman.

"I could do this all day," he said.

"You haven't felt that special feeling?" she asked, suddenly remembering the purpose for this in the first place.

"Just once," he said happily. "The rest of the time it just felt real good, like when you were sucking on it."

"You ejaculated?" she yipped. How could she have missed it?

"I got that special feeling," he said.

"When?"

"Right after you got all the way on me," he said.

"You did?" she said, her voice climbing. Then she remembered seeing his hand flash to their groins. She realized he had done what he had been trained to do, automatically, because she hadn't told him to do anything differently.

She admitted to herself that, if she'd have had to get off of him that soon, she'd have been sorely disappointed. Then she felt guilty.

"Can you do it again?"

"I don't know," he said. "I think you'd have to move faster, maybe."

Three minutes later Angela was in the throes of an orgasm achieved not by gentle rocking, but by trying to fuck the boy's socks off. Her breasts felt like she'd been running without a sports bra, from all the flinging of them this way and that, as she pummeled his cock, trying to wring another orgasm out of it.

"Nothing?" she gasped, unable to keep up the pace.

"Maybe I should get on top," he said. At least he was breathing faster.

Half an hour later Angela felt helpless in a way that confused her. She'd been under a man before ... several men, in fact ... but none of them had been like this man. And she thought of Dub Fisher as a man now ... ALL man. She didn't think she could ever think of him as a boy again, even with his apparent lack of education.

That was because what made him different from the other men she'd lain under was just about everything. He was bigger, both in stature and with what he was lustily shoving deep enough into her to make her cervix ache. But it went beyond that. Dub Fisher seemed to be interested more in what SHE was feeling, than what HE was feeling. At least four or five times, when he had changed something about the way he was making her want to scream with joy, he had panted "Do you like that?" She hadn't been able to actually vocalize anything. She was hoarse, for one thing. So she had just nodded her head frantically, and thrust her loins up at the man who had already taken her someplace she hadn't even dreamed existed. Several times she reminded herself she'd been absolutely right about what the curve in his penis was good for.

The orgasms this time were sharp, wild things that made her feel like she'd fly apart. But at the same time she knew she wasn't going anywhere. His bulk, centered in that fabulous penis, pinned her to the exam table in a way that made her feel like he was pounding her THROUGH it.

He leaned down to suckle at a nipple again. He even did that better than her past lovers had, concentrating on the nipple, instead of trying to suck the whole globe into his mouth.

She felt another orgasm looming and, for the first time in her life, wished she could save it for another time. It was too much fun to do this with Dub.

"Can't you cum?" she gasped.

"Yeah, I could cum now," he panted back. "I just didn't want to until you were done."

Feeling like she had somehow slipped into another universe, Angela grunted "I'm done, Dub."

"Good, 'cause I really feel like getting that special feeling now."

"Don't squeeze it this time when you cum!" gasped Angela, amazed she could still remember what this was allegedly all about.

"But I might get a baby on you," he said. His face wrinkled, but his loins sped up.

"Just pull it out of me when you get that special feeling," said Angela. "I need to see what it looks like when you ejaculate."

"If you're sure," he gasped, obviously close now. "This is exciting!"

"I'm sure," she said. She put her hands on his waist, to help push him out of her when the time came. "Cum for me, Dub."

"There it is!" he gasped.

He was lunging in her so forcefully that she couldn't tell what was happening. She pushed with her hands, and yelled "Pull it out, Dub!"

His body began to rise away from her and his hand automatically reached for his penis. She slapped at his wrist with her own, yelling "Don't touch it!"

The groan that tore from his throat as he rose higher sounded more like what she would have expected. She half sat, using her abs to pull her head up. She watched in awe as his long meat pulled out ... and out ... and out from her body. She was amazed it had all fit in her. Then the tip came free and, no sooner than she could see it, a long rope of thick white shot out to splat right into her gaping sex.

He grunted and another stream of semen shot out to glance off her clitoris and rocket upwards, falling in a stripe of white on her belly. Another grunt, and another stripe appeared beside the first one. A third grunt burst from his lips, but this time the ejaculate painted her bald pussy lips, which had closed somewhat, as if they wanted to keep his semen inside her.

"Oh damn," he groaned. "It ain't never felt like that before."

"Are you all right?" she asked, still holding onto his hips.

"I don't rightly know," he answered. "I feel all weak, like I'm gonna fall down.

"Let me get up first," she rasped. "You'll crush me if you fall on top of me."

"I wouldn't do that," he said, sounding injured. "I'd never hurt you."

He stood and, though he leaned a bit, he didn't have to take a step to compensate. Angela sat up. She felt his spend begin to sag on her body and her hand came automatically to scoop and cup the viscous liquid. She stared at his penis.

It slowly sagged ... then drooped ... and finally fell, almost, but not quite limp, to lie on his balls.

"I'm cured!" he sighed happily.

Holly, as usual, was already there when Angela opened the door and entered the clinic. She looked up.

"Well?"

"Well what?" asked Angela.

Holly snorted. "How's the patient?"

"What patient?" asked Angela, keeping a smile off her face.

"Dub Fisher, of course," said Holly, willing to push this as far as needed.

"Dub Fisher is not a patient of this clinic," said Angela firmly.

"It's one thing to keep a few secrets," said Holly. "But you can't pretend he was never here."

"Oh he was here all right. But there was nothing wrong with him when he left, so he's not technically a patient."

"You got it soft?" Holly's voice was ebullient.

"He was practicing Kazaam, and didn't know it," said Angela.

"Kazaam?"

"Or something like that. I forget what it is now, but it was the problem. Once we got that understood, he did just fine."

"HE did just fine," said Holly. "Meaning you had nothing to do with it?"

"I explained things to him," said Angela.

"And that's all?"

"Anything beyond that leaves the realm of medicine and enters the realm of private lives," said Angela firmly. "It would be unethical to divulge the details of someone's private life."

"I'm not asking you to divulge anything. Can I ask questions?" Holly's voice was perky.

"Yes, but I might not answer them."

"Did it go soft after you ... um ... explained things to him?"

"Yes, I believe it did," said Angela.

"And what technique did you use to get it to go soft?"

"No comment," said Angela.

"Did this technique involve anyone other than Dub himself?"

"I said no comment."

"Did he do it all by himself?"

"Holly!"

"Oh, come on. We work together. I won't tell anybody."

"OK, he did not do it all by himself, but that's all I'm going to say."

"Fine by me," said Holly, as if she didn't care after all. "You have Mrs. Harper at eight-thirty, suture removal, and the Dobbins twins at nine for a sports physical. I'll update you after that."

"Good," said Angela. "Thanks for not pushing, Holly."

"No problem," said Holly. "Just one thing."

"What?" asked Angela, her voice guarded.

"Next time you might remove the paper from the exam table. I don't mind cleaning up after patients, but cleaning up after personal lives isn't in any of my job descriptions."

Angela's hands covered her suddenly hot face.

"And, personally speaking," said Holly, giggling now. "That boy must cum like a fire hose."

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