In the Bunk

"If it's all the same, doctor," Sam said, "I think I'd prefer to stay here for now."

"Ok," Dr. Gutierrez said, nodding empathetically. "Let's do that. Why don't you lie here on your bed." She motioned to the bed directly in front of her chair, then turned to Cassie.

"Ms. Tittle, that will be all. If you'll please excuse us," she said.

Sam turned to Cassie, pouting a bit, as he very suddenly realized he would miss an opportunity at a very appealing sure thing. "Thanks for everything..." He said, sheepishly.

Cassie stepped over to Sam and pressed her tits into him hard as she gave him a big hug.

"I'm just down the path in bunk one," she said. "Don't hesitate to come visit if you're ever having a hard time."

Sam couldn't help but stare as she walked away, swishing her hips in those tight jean shorts. He was basically drooling.

After a moment, Dr. Gutierrez cleared her throat very loudly. "Ahem," she said, motioning again to the bed, "Sam. If you don't mind, please lay back so we can begin."

Sam lay down in bed with his hands at his sides, and stared up at the ceiling. He didn't dare look down or at the doctor: Cassie's goodbye left him with a raging hard-on, and he knew he was pitching a tent right directly in front of her.

If he had looked, he probably wouldn't have been quite so nervous. Though she was trying to maintain her composure, Dr. Gutierrez was clearly excited about her patient's dick. She was focused on Sam's face, but every few moments she would glance down, as if to check if his cock was still there, still hard and stretching his uniform.

"Well... Sam," she said, swallowing a gasp when his cock twitched a bit in his pants. "Why don't you tell me about what's making you so nervous."

"Well doc," he said, still staring intensely at the ceiling. "It's just that so much has happened. I woke up this morning expecting to be prohibited from cumming for weeks, then I get here and I've gotten a..." he hesitated, then looked at her. "Is it okay if I get... Explicit?"

Dr. Gutierrez laughed quietly. "Oh, of course," she said. "You know what the treatment is here. I couldn't really do my job if I wasn't comfortable talking about big cocks stretching out tight pussies, could I?" As she said the word big, her smile widened, then she glanced down at Sam's cock. Sam noticed, but wasn't sure what to do. Confused, but excited, he looked back up at the ceiling.

"Okay," he said. "Well then, like I was saying, I thought I was going to have to go without orgasming for a long time, then I thought I was going to get thrown in a prison cell, only to find I've won the fucking lottery! I've already gotten to tittyfuck a counselor and fuck a random stranger. It's like a dream come true!

I'm just afraid that it's going to end, or there's going to be some kind of catch. Every new person I meet could be the one who derails what seems to be an amazing situation..."

"I see," Dr. Gutierrez said in a concerned tone. "Well, first, I want you to know that these feelings are completely normal, and even common, here. I think this issue will pass after a couple of days in treatment.

That said, I want to try a certain kind of exercise that I think will help you get over this issue."