Date: Sun, 1 Aug 2010 08:11:04 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Tom, Tom, the Pumkin Eater, Part Four" by Jay Roberts  Gay Adult

The next day, to the intense disapproval of the guards, I made my
way to the infirmary for my new job to assist the Doctor.  I
understood that the warden approved completely.  I figured that
my background as a body servant for George, tending him, caring
for him when he was ill, all made my "resume" significantly
appropriate for the job.  "Of Course," the Warden cracked a
smile, "Your care of our ill prisoners must not have an ending
like that of your charge...death."

That was unfair.  Mine was a crime of passion and before and
after, I exhibited naught but even temper and kindliness to all.

I shook hands with Jack and sat on the other side of his desk as
he outlined my duties.  They were varied, from record keeping,
entering cases in the computer, dispensing medicines and less
glamorous ones like making beds, washing patients and
administering enemas and other routine procedures.  Jack
explained the difference between treating ordinary patients and
ours.  "They're tough, super manly, angry, ready to fly into
rages, but underneath they are the same as you and I we just have
to dwell on the positive, and...the Happy Drink helps."

"Oh yeah, Bobby mentioned it.  What's that?"

"Nothing too exciting.  I compounded the elixir.  I am not Jack
the Ripper, just kindly doctor Jack.  It's a combination of
natural herbs that make the patient comfortable and eases
anxiety."

I accepted his explanation, but the very first time I
administered it, I saw the he had somewhat played down the
effects.  In short, he lied completely. He failed to mention the
sexual effects.  This was a very potent drink and had profound
results, as you will see.

One of my jobs was to assist in the first medical of new
prisoners.  That can be a dangerous undertaking.  They are
scared, angry and defensive.  Many of them have never had a
physical and are shy to the point of committing violence rather
than submitting.

Perhaps you will see what I mean by describing my first
experience with Harry Thomas.

He was in for consecutive sentences of three 30 years.  That was
the equivalent of a life sentence and more. When you are facing
this kind of time, you don't give a shit.

When the guard brought him in, he was in handcuffs and leg irons.
The guard said that he will stay with him during the exam because
he was so dangerous.  Jack was insistent.  "I can't and don't
exam patients in restraints.  Don't worry Riley, unlock him, then
go get some coffee."

The prisoner looked at Jack, then me, with slight surprise on his
tough face.  To this kind of fellow, any decency is seen as
weakness. "What fruits!" he probably thought.

I looked Harry over.  He was a big one, maybe six four.
Everything was huge, his head, his shoulders and general bone
structure.  We weighed him, of course, 260 and not a bit of fat
on him.  If he wanted to, he could have broken us both in two.

"Get underdressed, completely, everything and sit on the
examining table," Jack said in a firm voice.

Harry replied, "Fuck you.  You can look in my mouth and check my
ears, that's all."

I said, as I had been instructed.  "Mr. Thomas. Take your time,
just relax.  Are you thirsty?  How about a cold drink?"

"You got any booze?"

"No but this is a delicious fruit drink."

"Fruit drink?  What else you'd expect.  Okay."

I poured a six ounce glass, that was the limit according to Jack.
I can't imagine what happens if you take more.  Harry downed, it
in what seemed like, one gulp.  What a monster!

I took the glass back.  He sat there for awhile.  We decided to
wait until the drink had some effect.  After all, this guy was
strong.  Jack poked me.  "Look."  Harry was slightly smiling and
began to remove his shirt.  What a chest, and to my surprise,
completely hairless with soft smooth baby skin, his delicate pink
areolas were touching.

Still smiling, almost happily, he removed his heavy construction
boots and thick socks.  "Nice feet," Jack breathed into my ear.
Next he opened his heavy belt buckle and opened his button fly
with one pull and wiggled out of them. (I thought it made him
look like a girl getting out of a girdle.)  He was left with camo
shorts.  Cute. He looked at me.  "Hey cutely, want to grab the
bottoms and pull?"

I volunteered happily.  His upper, mighty thighs had some fine
dark hair, especially on the inner thighs.  I grabbed some fabric
and pulled.  It was like an unveiling.  He had heavy duty
equipment.  His big, fat, long cock lay on a baseball size ball
sac.  His pubic hair was naturally contained neatly with a
straight line on top and full splay around the base of his cock.
His balls were hairless.

"I going to listen to your heart and check your lungs," Jack
said, grasping the naked giant by his massage shoulder.

"Good babe, if my heart beats fast, it's because of you."

Can you imagine?  Who would have thought?

While Jack was doing his thing, I saw that Harry's flesh bat was
taking an interest.  It was thickening to amazing heft before my
eyes.  Harry's big paw went down to it and pulled it up off his
balls.  I guess it was sticking.  We've all had that.

Jack said in a careful voice, "Stand up fellow, I have to do a
testicular cancer check."

"Sure Babe, but not too much handling, I get hard real easy."

When Jack took hold of the big sac, Harry's tongue tip slipped
out and his eyes squinted.  "I'm real sensitive there.  If you
keep squeezing gentle, I can come this way, but you better have a
bucket ready."

Jack was having a ball -two balls--actually.  He called to me,
"Do you want to do the prostate?"

"Do I?" I said emphatically, but then corrected myself, saying,
"I do."

"Oh shit, the kid's going for my ass.  I'm getting hotter by the
moment.  Boy, before you go in, give me a good kiss so that at
least we're friends."

He had the most wonderful lips, thick and red.  Behind them were
his large, white, perfectly shaped teeth.  This was a rough
beauty, one of those gorgeous types you see in passing a
construction site, but now this infinitely sexy guy's ass was
mine. But, he asked for a kiss, wow, I've really never kissed a
guy before.  Sure I gave a peck on George's cheek, but this was
serious stuff.

I put an arm around his bull neck and pulled him close.  He
sighed loudly and cutely.  He was getting into a romantic mood.
Who's ever think?  We mutual closed the space between our lips.
I peeked at him through slat eyes, his lips were poohed out.  Oh
how he wanted that contact.  I closed the gap and electricity
crackled between us.  His arms went around me and he squeezed
hard, I loved it.  The contrast between the hardness of his
embrace and the hot softness of his manly lips was so
unbelievably exciting.  Our lips burned each other.  His large
muscular tongue took possession of my mouth.  He conquered my
tongue.  I held on to him limply, my cock hard, my balls roiling.
It was one supreme moment.

Dimly I heard Jack saying, "The prostate exam, let's do it."

I moved away, grabbed a pair of rubber gloves and told the big
guy to get on the table on his elbows and knees.  He smiled
broadly and said, "I knew you wanted me.  I ready to be funked.
I'm wanting to be funked.  Fuck me, please."

I put on the gloves.  Harry was in position.  He was mewling with
anticipation. As soon as my smart finger began a palpation of his
prostate, he began heavy sighing.  "Oooow, Keep it up and I'll
spill."

In a moment his body went into action.  He began fucking the air
and finally reached for his pulsing cock and worked it.  With a
hoarse shout the tough guy came in heavy spurts.

Jack advised that the stuff will wear off in about ten minutes
and he wanted to get a urine and blood sample.  He got the blood,
but Harry's giant cock wouldn't subside enough for him to give a
piss sample.  Jack shrugged.  We'll get it another time.

The next day Billy Easton was the patient.  Billy was probably
the youngest in the joint, 22.  He was in for embezzlement, so
the guard didn't cuff him or worry about him being violent, but
the boy was sullen and totally uncooperative until he had a taste
of our brew.

It was heartwarming to see the smile spread across his face as
the sex herbs and happy stuff coursed through his veins.  "You
guys are go hot.  I hope we can get it on soon.  I haven't cum in
over a week and my balls are singing to me."

I didn't take up a conversation with him.  I did what Jack was
about to do and ordered him to undress.  Oh man, I love this job.
He was too cute to live.  Here was the naked kid, perfect skin,
dangling cock, curly heavy pubes and thick underarm hair.  All
was great and great to look at.  On top of that, he was erected
to a nice slim, curved seven inches...and it was flexing at us.

As soon as Jack began his stethoscopic examination, Billy, the
devil kept massaging my boss's junk.  Pretty soon he had pulled
the string on Jack's shrug pants and the they fell down to his
ankles exposing his hot legs.

"No underwear.  Nice," breathed Billy and swooped down and began
licking Jack's dick.  Jack's eyes closed in pleasure and his lips
puffed out in a frozen kiss as Billy did his magic.  Jack
motioned for me to come closer and as he was getting blown, he
began a soft massage of my own cock.  This was all nice and I
knew that I would spew in a minute from just being there.  Jack
began humping Billy tender, young lips in preparation to
delivering the goods.  When he howled, I shot.  Billy came as
well, soaking our examining paper.

Finally Jack said, "You seem healthy, you can go back to your
cell now."

And so it was for us.  We only used the Happy Drink when we
thought we had a recalcitrant patient, but sometime, devils that
we were, we used it when we had a hot boi to check out.

All went well for the medical department and Jack and I got to be
friends with benefits.  He taught me a lot so that I could fill
in during the days he was at his regular office.

About a month ago one section holding thirty men had an
emergency. The entire cell block refused to enter their cells
after the afternoon rec period.  They were upset because budget
restrictions had ended their afternoon snack.  Such big kids!

It got pretty nasty.  They had three guards restraint and they
were rioting, burning paper and generally kicking up a fuss.  The
senior guard ran into our office and warned us to lock ourselves
in as we were only doors away from the ruckus.

We sat around wondering how long this would last.  After three
hours with no abatement, we knew this was a long term thing.
Jack said, "They'll eventually give up because they must be
hungry."

I snapped my fingers.  "Hey don't we have dozens and dozens of
those cookies?"

"Yeah," he said, his face lighting up, "Those cookies and a big
urn of our Happy Drink would be appreciated, don't you think?"

We prepared the stuff and hauled it down on a Gurney. Everyone
cheered at seeing us and we were treated to nice compliments
about the doc and how he was almost one of them.  Meanwhile I
told the three guards not to partake.  There was no way the
rioters would share anyway.

We ladled out the drinks into paper cups and handed out the
cookies.  The atmosphere was like a kid's party, but it got even
sweeter as the Happy Drink did its magic.

Some of the rioters had clubs made from broom handles and other
tools from the workshop.  You could hear the thumps and clanging
as they threw them down.  They used that free hand to put on arm
on another inmate's shoulder and pretty soon, most of the guys
were coupled up, or in three or four somes.  A lot of loud moans
filled the echoing passageways.  Most of the guys went into the
cells and fell on the beds and started to make out.  Clothes were
almost torn off and soon, as Jack and I walked up and down, guys
were sucking and fucking.  They waved happily at us as we passed.

Behind us were the three guards.  As they passed an open cell
door, they closed and locked it.  Within fifteen minutes all the
men were in their cells.  Most sleeping off their sex romp.

The loudspeaker blared.  "Who's hungry?"

There was a chorus of "me" and such.

"Tonight it's going to be ribs and French fries.  Rest yourself
until it's ready."

This day proved to be lucky for me.  The Governor presented Jack
and I with a medal and announced that he was remitting my
sentence and putting me on ten years parole with Jack as
supervisor.  So, I was discharged and Jack encouraged me to go to
school and become a medical assistant.  We ended up working
together in his private practice.

Now this practice specialized in male problems.  How I looked
forward to each day.  We always had the Happy Drink on hand, when
needed.

"Yes Jack, the Happy drink.  Now you promised to tell me the
secret ingredient.  Why is it?"

"Now it can be told.  It is pumpkin seed."

"Holy crow, I've been sipping it on occasion to relax me.  I
really am Tom, Tom the Pumkin eater!!"



End of story