Doctor Robusto: prostate examination

One night I was at the disco having fun with my friends. Healthy fun of laughter, drinking, and dancing. However, near our group was one of those guys who seemed like a real predator straight out of a dark fairy tale.

The guy was middle-aged, robust, tall, and had a hairy chest that seemed like it was going to burst the buttons of his shirt. A real macho man with a lumberjack look. And he wouldn't stop staring at me. I'm a confident guy and I usually don't get fazed, but this guy's gaze gave me the chills.

I continued to have fun with my friends, glancing at him every now and then as I drank my beer. The buffalo moved and started dancing near me, from behind. The disco was getting crowded and I had him closer and closer. The guy was huge: I looked like a doll next to him, even though I'm medium-built and work out regularly.

Taking advantage of the crowd and the dancing, the buffalo kept rubbing against my back and ass. I'm one of those guys with a protruding ass, one that sticks out more than my back. Up to that point, everything was fine, just a little "accidental" rubbing that got my adrenaline pumping. I have to admit that even though I tried to maintain my composure, I could barely focus on my friends. The contact with that stallion was giving me intense heat.

Then I noticed something hard and big in the crack of my ass and huge hands on my hips. I saw my friends looking at me, amused and surprised. Of course, I imagined what they were seeing when I turned my head halfway. The buffalo was behind me, dancing and shamelessly rubbing his enormous crotch against my buttocks with a sly smile.

I moved away immediately and made a gesture of "dude, what the hell are you doing?" with the bad temper that appears in my eyes when someone touches my balls. I couldn't help but glance at the huge bulge in his pants, the son of a bitch. He had a hard-on like a rock. He noticed and smiled even more. It was a smug smile, typical of a guy who's used to having queers at his feet because of his cock and physique.

"Whatever," I thought, "I also have a massive weapon of destruction between my legs, so you're not going to impress me with that, asshole."

He came over to whisper in my ear, but I shook my head, pushed him away without needing to touch him, and made a gesture with my hand for him to leave me alone. When I go out to party with my friends, I don't cruise. Call me a prude, but I have my priorities clear and my friends come before some arrogant asshole whose only goal is to get laid and that's it.

The buffalo raised his hands in a sign of surrender with a mischievous face and went to the bar to get a drink. I turned around and commented on the move with my friends, laughing. The guy disappeared. However, at another point in the night, I felt that delight between my buttocks and those huge hands on my hips again.

"Hey, man," I said in his ear when I turned around. I had to stand...