A few people have asked if my stories are true, and questioned how I managed to have so many odd or unplanned encounters. The answer is that, yes, every single one of the 40 and counting stories I have posted is a a true recollection of something that actually happened to me.

As to how I managed to do so much, remember I am looking back over 40 years of very active participation. Also, with very few exceptions, my preference has always been for random hook-ups rather than regular fuck buddies, which means the quantity of encounters to choose from is high, even if the quality was variable.

Finally, I also found I really enjoyed writing about my experiences and so have been documenting the more unusual or memorable escapades for almost 20 years, building up quite a collection. I often enjoy reading these back and, when the mood takes me, I like to post them, knowing that somewhere, someone will be getting off reading about what I did. . The following is just such a moment, originally written in 2014.

Had a truly surprising experience this week. It sounds like a crap porno but is 100% genuine!!

I've been experiencing a dull pain in my balls for a while. Like a true bloke I ignored it until it became too painful, so booked in at my local surgery for a check up.

I don't visit the doctor from one year to the next so, not having an assigned GP, took the first appointment they offered. The GP turned out to be a slim balding chap in his late 50's, pleasant but totally forgettable.

He asked a battery of questions covering all sorts of things including sexual health related matters, and during this I confirmed that I was bisexual. He focussed on this in particular, finding out that I had regular relations with a number of male sexual partners, had never had an STD, had not engaged in anal sex for many years but did give and receive oral.

He asked me if I practiced any kind of genital punishment or confinement, which I thought was a bit full on, but confirmed that this was not something I into.

After all this he asked for a sample of urine. I thought I would have to go to a toilet but instead he gave me a pretty big beaker and told me to fill it over the sink. As I unzipped and positioned myself with my back to him he continued to ask questions. Thankfully I was able to perform as required and, as I set the jar to one side, he told me not to bother zipping up and instead remove my jeans and underwear and climb onto the examination table.

He remained seated as I stripped, so even though I was naked from the waist down I had to step over to his desk to pass him the sample before returning to the table. He sat quietly watching me as I climbed onto the paper covered table and lay back, before he turning his attention to my urine.

It felt uncomfortable to be laying there so exposed with a total stranger only feet away but neither of us saying anything, but I didn't see it as anything sexual, just a little odd. Eventually he finished what he was doing and, after locking the door (maybe do that before I strip off, I thought) came over to me.

After washing his hands in the sink he asked if he could examine me and of course I said yes. I thought he would use gloves so was a little surprised when he just pushed on my abdomen with his bare fingers, before moving on to my thighs. Once he had done prodding me he asked me to open my legs by spreading my knees and touching my feet together. When he was satisfied I was in the correct position he began the next phase of the exam by moving my cock over to one side with one hand and cupping my balls with the other.

He was very gentle but firm, but even as he proceeded in a professional manner to squeeze and manipulate my testicles I was very aware of his other hand holding my prick out of the way, and focussed all my efforts on stopping myself getting aroused. Although I didn't get hard I was aware that I was "firming up", but he didn't seem to notice this and continued with the examination for a minute or two more before he released me and I got dressed.

He told me he wanted to arrange for some some blood tests and he asked to see book in to see him again when the results were in.

8 days later I was in the same surgery hearing him confirm everything had checked out and there were no concerns. He asked if he could examine me again and I complied. As before he asked me to remove my trousers and underwear completely, which I was happy to do.

Once laid out he again started by pressing his hands on my abdomen. After a few gentle presses he asked if I would mind removing my t shirt as well which seemed a bit odd, but I sat up and complied. Now he began to feel up the sides of my body, from my hips to my armpits. He was squeezing and kneading the flesh with a look of intense concentration on his face. Soon his hands moved to my chest and he repeated the same procedure, thoroughly touching every part of my torso. He had been silent up until this point, but now, as his hands slid down over my stomach he began to ask me more questions about my sexual history, specifically with men and wanting to know things like frequency activity, number of partners and more.

Not unsurprisingly talking about fucking whilst naked and being fondled by a stranger was starting to have an effect, and I was getting close to a semi despite my best efforts to distract myself. The situation only got worse when he took a firm hold of my cock with one hand and proceeded to manipulate my balls with the other. This time though he had his hand wrapped around the shaft, seemingly oblivious to the obvious swelling.

At this moment he asked if I had any trouble achieving an erection. I said no, and was suddenly conscious that he was staring at my cock. I also sensed that his grip was tightening slightly. He shifted his gaze and, looked me straight in the eyes. All my senses were now focused on the sensation of his fist gripping my manhood as his fingers sensually stroked my balls and thighs. This has quickly become very intense.

"Is your penis fully erect now?" he asked, and I was now aware of a little tremor in his voice. I told him that no, it wasn't.

Is my hand making you aroused? he asked, and I said that, yes it was.

He didn't say anything else, but shifted his gaze back to my now hardening prick and to my shock began to wank me. I was hard in a moment and began to groan as he twisted and pulled on my now engorged dick whilst still fondling my balls. It did not take long for me to start leaking precum, which just helped lubricate his hand, making his efforts all the more exciting.

I was just wondering if he was going to finish me off when he suddenly swapped hands and lowered his head, running his lips over the wet helmet before sliding me into his mouth.

As he worked me harder and deeper the table started to rattle a little, and I tried desperately not to make my usual racket, aware that his colleagues and the patients in waiting room were on the other side of a thin wooden door.

The whole situation was so bizarre and hot that I only lasted a few minutes before I started to cum. He made no effort to pull away, keeping my cock clamped tight in his mouth, taking the seed. Only once I had finished did he relax a little, letting some of my spunk dribble out over my stomach.

Suddenly he was all professional and moved over to the sink to spit and rinse, used the antibacterial gel and said thank you, please get dressed.

Obviously we talked about what happened. He is married but has always been turned on by men. In fact we found that we both use the same local sauna although as far as we are aware have never hooked up. He claimed that he has never done anything like that before and was embarrassed at how unprofessional he had been. I assured him that I had enjoyed it and had no problem with him. I also assured him that I was no more interested in outing him than I was being outed so our secret was safe, and we could just put it down to a fun, naughty one-off moment!

Oh, and the ball ache? Back pain, caused by my new car and its sports seats. A lumbar cushion has sorted the problem!